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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: TOILET SLAVE 2
Universe: Edge Play
Summary: His second go as a toilet slave.  This story is a sequel to
TOILET SLAVE.
Keywords: F+/M Mpov Fdom Msub interr BF WM cons ws scat oral; f/M Bf
Mpov fdom Msub interr nc teen Lolita caution
Language: english

   TOILET SLAVE 2 BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   The cab ride from the hotel Saturday afternoon was uneventful.  The cab
turned into a trailer park, drove down a long asphalt driveway, past
countless trailers situated on small but well-groomed lawns, and stopped in
front of a well-kept tan trailer.  He grabbed his knapsack, got out of the
cab, walked up to the door, rang the bell, and waited.

   About two years ago, Steve had answered an ad from a woman in a BDSM
newsgroup seeking a toilet slave.  He was a virgin, as toilet slaves go. 
That time, it was merely a three-hour train ride from Long Island to
Atlantic City, and he had gone for just a weekend.  Like that first time he
had been a toilet slave, he was scared to death, but now he came all this
way.

   This time, he had arrived by air the previous day.  He wanted to be
rested and fresh when he started his service.  It was a long flight from
New York to California.  That's why he arrived on Friday and stayed in a
hotel that night.

   After being Emily's toilet two years ago, she had given him her business
card as she drove him back to the train station and had invited him to call
her.  He called a week later, and they had started hanging out as equals
rather than BDSM master and slave.  She had said that while she loved
having him as her personal toilet, she didn't want her lover to be her
slave.  After he became her lover, she wouldn't even let him drink her pee.
Still, he had expected Emily to be everything he wanted in a girlfriend,
especially when it came to being adventurous, uninhibited, and kinky in
bed. On top of that, she was successful in business and quite well-to-do.

   He was thrilled when she gave him a blow job when they slept together
after their first date.  She even swallowed!  No woman had swallowed
before, but she had told him that she loves to swallow.  However, several
months into the relationship, Emily turned out to be just all the rest of
his previous vanilla girlfriends -- she would just lie there like a sack of
potatoes while he went down on her then fucked her.  She no longer gave him
head.  She said she had problems with her teeth, and it hurt to blow him.
She said that she also had back problems, and she couldn't be more active
in bed because of her back pain.  He tried to be sympathetic, but had grown
tired of the same old excuses that he had heard over and over before.  But
she wasn't sympathetic to his own idiosyncrasies, demanding that he get up
early at the crack of dawn with her, though he liked to sleep late on
weekends.

   So after two years of living with Emily, he had run his own ad to be a
toilet slave.  Actually, he had only intended it to be a goof, just to see
if he would get any replies.  But when he checked his e-mail, he was
stunned at the number of women who wanted to own a toilet slave!  A lesbian
African-American couple had been the first to answer his ad, and here he
was.  He had agreed to be their toilet slave for a whole week, not just a
weekend like his first experience.

   The door opened, and in it was framed a tall muscular black woman with a
crew cut of brightly dyed-orange hair.  Steve recognized her from the JPEG
the couple had sent him.  This was Lakeisha.  Se was wearing black
corduroys and a black halter top with about an inch of midriff showing.

   She held the door open without saying anything, and he stepped in.

   She closed the door and then shouted, "Sonya!  He's here!"

   A second later, another black woman came out of the hallway leading from
the other end of the trailer.  Sonya was not quite as tall or muscular as
Lakeisha.  Her hair was all in long braids, and she had a nose ring.  She
wore purple shorts and a red tank top.  She walked over to the sofa,
plopped down, and glared at Steve.

   Lakeisha sat next to Sonya, putting her arm around the other girl and
giving her a kiss.  She, too looked then up at Steve and glared at him.

   Not knowing what to do, he walked over and sat in a chair facing them.

   Lakeisha started questioning him, "So, you's a toilet slave, huh?"

   "I've been one before, yes."

   "So you got experience?"

   "Yes, I have experience."

   "And you's going to be our toilet slave for a week, until next Sunday,
right?"

   "Yeah, that's what we agreed to, isn't it?"

   Lakeisha then stuck her finger up her nose, swirled out around for a
moment, withdrew it, and then leaned forward and pointed at Steve.

   "Suck my finger clean," she commanded.

   Steve leaned forward.  On the tip of her finger was a big gray glob of
snot.  He opened his mouth, leaned forward and closed his lips on her
finger and sucked the booger off her finger.  He slid his mouth off her
finger, and sat back again.

   Lakeisha and Sonya just looked at each other and smiled.

   Lakeisha looked back to Steve and said, "And you's going back home
Sunday night?"

   Steve swallowed her booger and answered, "Well, actually, I'm really
staying for two weeks.  After you let me go next Sunday, I'm going to go
down to San Francisco and play tourist the second week."

   Sonya then whispered something in Lakeisha's ear and they both laughed,
then kissed again.

   "Something else," Lakeisha continued, "We're having a Sistah Munch next
Saturday night.  And we want you to be the guest of honor.  You okay wit
dat?"

   Steve was speechless for a moment, "Uh, wow!  Sure!  But, uhm, since
I've never spoken with these other women, please tell them I can only drink
their piss, they can't, you know, shit.  Okay?"

   Lakeisha and Sonya whispered together back and forth for a few moments,
then Lakeisha spoke again, "You ready to get started now?"

   "Yeah, I'm ready."

   The two women stood.  Lakeisha walked down the hallway to the other end
of the trailer, whole Sonya stood glaring at Steve.  Steve stood and
followed Lakeisha, and Sonya followed him.

   He followed Lakeisha into a spare empty bedroom with a contraption
similar to the one he was placed in two years ago.  _Some BDSM outfit must
stamp these things out,_ he thought.

   Like the device of two years ago, this on was also a padded wooden
platform, apparently custom-built.  About six inches tall it was, two feet
wide, and about six feet long.  At one end was a wooden box with a toilet
seat mounted on it.  The seat was the height of a normal toilet.  In the
middle of the surface was a hole with a plastic pan under the hole.  She
leaned down and swung the box open.  It was split and hinged horizontally,
the bottom of the box was padded and lined with plastic.  There was a hole
on the upper half of the box, now swung open, revealing the underside of
the toilet lid.  There was a half-circular hole in each of the box halves,
open to the padded platform.  Instead of shackles, this one had a wooden
stockade for his ankles, and two smaller stockades that closed over his
wrists.  All these restraints, and the head-box had clasps for padlocks. 
And the padlocks were hanging open on all the clasps.  Even the belt strap
buckles had padlocks on them.

   Lakeisha handed him a plastic _TRY-N-SAVE_ shopping bag and said, "Put
your clothes and stuff in this bag.  You'll get it back when you go."

   Steve obediently undressed and put his clothing in the bag while
Lakeisha and Sonya watched.  Then, he sat on the platform, leaned back,
placed his head in the bottom-half of the open box, and placed his wrists
and ankles in the lower halves of the open stockades.

   Lakeisha closed the stockade over his ankles, latched it, and clocked
two padlocks on the two clasps.  Then she closed each of the two stockades
over his wrists, and locked the padlocks on the clasps on them.  Next, she
buckled the straps over his chest and waist, and, again, latched the
padlocks on the belt buckles.

   Next, she picked up a thing that looked like a length of white PVC pipe
with a 45 degree angle piece at one end.  She slid the pipe between his
legs and then slid the angle piece completely onto his dick.  The feeling
was strange, but not uncomfortable.

   Finally, she lifted the top half of the head box and swung it closed
over his head.  He heard her latch the latches and lock the two remaining
padlocks on the clasps.  The inside bottom of the toilet seat was a
fraction of an inch from his nose.  His face, it seemed was flush with the
toilet seat.  His reflection was perfectly clear in the underside of the
plastic seat cover.  He remembered his first thought the very first time he
was locked into one of these contraptions, _This must be kind of what it's
like to be an astronaut wearing a helmet with a glass plate right in front
of your face._

   Lakeisha lifted the lid of the toilet seat.  He looked up at the ceiling
and then at her face, and it was really weird looking at her face from
below and upside down.  Both women then left the room.

   Like the first time, he tested the stocks.  The first device two years
ago had had shackles rather than stocks.  The stocks were less comfortable,
plus they were padlocked.  Like before, he tried to squeeze his wrists out
of the stocks, but he didn't have the leverage.  Unlike before, he didn't
panic.  He sighed, yawned, and settled in to wait for his first use by one
of these two black women.

   The woman who used him previously was well-to-do and had a large home --
he was in near silence when she was in a different part of her house.  This
time, he could clearly hear them talking and going about their daily
routine, as the noises echoed through the trailer.  They were playing
EMINEM, Snoop Doggy Dog, and other rappers.

   It wasn't long before his first use.  Sonya walked in about a half-hour
after he was installed.  Without a word, she walked up to him, turned her
ass to him, and pulled her purple shorts down.  He looked up into her tight
black ass hovering over him for a split second before she took a seat on
his face.  He couldn't help but notice how the blackness inside her
ass-crack was extra black against her black ass, and her slit glowed like a
pink neon tube against her black crotch.

   The view was short lived before her crotch was pressing against his
nose. Emily had been slow and gentle, especially the first time she used
him.  Sonya, on the other hand, immediately let her pee gush out into his
mouth without pause.  Recalling his past training, he gulped it down as
rapidly as she filled his mouth, though it was a struggle to keep up with
her.  She stood, reached between her legs with a wad of toilet paper, wiped
her cunt clean, then pulled her shorts up, and walked out of the room.

   A little later, Lakeisha came to him with a full bladder and did the
same thing.  He gulped it down without any problems.

   Both women used him several more times that day.  Neither of them had
said a word to him since they first shackled him into the toilet box.

   Lakeisha and Sonya stayed up late watching TV.  Sonya used him one last
time before going to bed.

   Laying there after they had gone to bed, filtered light from a
streetlight shone through the curtains of the window of the spare bedroom
that he was in.  Emily had placed him in a large walk-in closet off her
master bathroom where it was pitch black at night, even during the day with
the light off and the door closed.  He thought about how Emily had come to
use him during the night, and wondered if he would be so used by either of
these two women.

   Not too long after, he started hearing their grunts and moans echoing
through the walls from the master bedroom.  He fantasized about what he
might be seeing if he were watching the two women go at it, and that made
him cum in the plastic pipe over his dick.  The sexual release relaxed him
and he soon fell asleep.

   That night, he was startled awake, "...hey!  Wake up!  I got'a take a
wicked leak!"

   One of them was standing over him naked.  He could barely make out her
figure by the filtered street light.  He thought it might be Sonya, but he
wasn't sure.  She turned and sat as he quickly opened his mouth to accept
her.  She quickly emptied her bladder into his mouth, and he swallowed it
all without mishap.  Then she stood and returned to bed.

   He dozed off again, and was awaken again by one of them.  Like either a
moment, or an hour before, she did her business and returned to bed without
a word.

   He was awaken several more times during the night, each time, not sure
who it was.

   ###

   He awoke on day 2, Sunday, to the sounds of birds chirping outside the
window.  Sonya and Lakeisha, it seemed, were still sleeping.  A few hours
passed, and he finally heard their bedroom door open.  Lakeisha walked into
his room and sat on his face without comment.  Then, having emptied her
bladder, she got up, wiped her pussy with a wad of toilet paper, and walked
out of the room.

   Then it was Sonya's turn.  She entered and sat on him.  It felt odd
having Sonya pee him just seconds after drinking from Lakeisha.

   The two woman went into the kitchen and made themselves breakfast.  He
couldn't recognize the odor, maybe some kind of vegetables.

   A few hours went by.  Sonya and Lakeisha spent most of the time out in
the living room watching television together.

   He hard footsteps approaching, and Sonya entered.  She dropped her pants
and sat in him again.  Like before, she peed and then stood and walked out
of the room to return to watching television.

   A little while later, Lakeisha entered the room.  She stood there for a
second looking down at him.  Steve looked back up and met her stare.  At
that, Lakeisha broke eye contact, turned around, dropped her pants, and
sat.

   Steve knew.  He had experienced this before.  Lakeisha was sitting more
forward on his face than before.  His nose was inserted into her pussy, and
her anus was over his mouth.  He could feel it quivering against his lips.
Then, an instant later, her asshole puckered out and his mouth was
immediately filled with a long thick one.  It was too big to swallow, so he
tried to chew it.  But an instant later, her asshole puckered out again,
and he got a second mouthful as big as the first.

   He struggled to chew and swallow as much as he could before she pushed
out another huge log.

   She did, too.  His mouth was packed solid with her shit now, making it
even more difficult to chew and swallow.  It didn't help that his lungs
were screaming in pain to take a breath.  He managed to chew and swallow a
little some more of it.  Then a little more.  And as he swallowed more and
emptied his mouth, it because easier to chew and swallow, but the pain of
holding his breath so long became nearly unbearable.

   He swallowed a little more, and, _Oh shit!_ her asshole puckered out yet
again and she shit another lump into his mouth.

   _How much shit does this bitch have up her ass?_ he asked himself.  At
least it wasn't a huge fat one like the last three.

   The agony of holding his breath for what seemed like several minutes was
excruciating.  His lungs were straining so hard to blow out his held
breath, but the weight of Lakeisha's ass on his face was beyond his ability
to exhale.

   He tried with all his might to rattle his arms and legs, but she
remained seated blithely ignoring his severe distress.  At that, he started
to feel dizzy and light-headed.

   The next moment, he saw a blinding light and heard a mumbled.  Sonya and
Lakeisha came into view.  They were slapping him while holding a light to
his face.

   "Phew!" Lakeisha said to Sonya.  "I thought's I killed him!"

   "Well," Sonya said back to Lakeisha as if he weren't present any longer,
"don't sit so long next time."

   They glanced down at him then they both turned and left the room.  At
this point, all he cared about was that he breathed slowly in and out of
his nose.  His mouth was relaxed open, but when he tried to close it, he
realized that his mouth was still packed with Lakeisha's shit.

   Suddenly, the stink of shit filled the room, and the awful taste in his
mouth made him feel like puking.  Having endured this the year before, he
breathed slowly and carefully, trying desperately not to puke.  He slowly
swallowed the shit in his mouth and waited for his next use as a human
toilet.

   A little later, Sonya had to take another leak.  It helped wash the
taste of Lakeisha's shit away.

   A few more hours passed, and it grew dark outside except for the light
from that streetlight.

   Again, the two women stayed up late watching TV.  But eventually, they
started to get ready for bed.  Both Sonya and Lakeisha took a whiz before
going to bed.

   Like the previous night, each woman had to wake him to use him several
times during the night.

   ###

   Like the previous morning, he awoke on day 3, Monday, to the sounds of
those same birds chirping outside the window.  Unlike the previous morning,
it seemed that they were up bright and early.  Steve heard the shower
running for a few minutes, then it stopped.  A moment later, Sonya walked
in completely naked.  The view would have been much better right-side-up,
but looking at her upside down as she stood over him took a little away,
not much, but a little.  The view, was short lived, as she promptly sat on
his face and took a leak.  She finished, wiped, and left the room.

   It seemed that Sonya had got up by herself.  Steve heard her return to
the bedroom for a few minutes, then she went to the kitchen for a while. 
The smell of toast toasting sure smelled good!  But the smell was short
lived.  Sonya went outside, started her car, and drove off.

   Later that day, Lakeisha awoke.  Lakeisha went through the same routing
as Sonya.  Steve got a drink from Lakeisha before she, too, had breakfast
and drove off to work.

   He was alone, locked up.  He started to become frightened.  During their
email discourse, he had agreed to remain locked up while they were at work.
They didn't want a stranger to have free reign to their home, and they had
wanted him to be available for their use immediately upon returning home.
At the time, that seemed to be a reasonable concern and desire.  But now he
wasn't so sure.  They were always talking in the newsgroups about how you
should never leave someone bound and unattended.  Well, there was nothing
he could do about it now.

   The hours passed slowly in the empty trailer.  He amused himself by
listening to the car noises outside.  When he heard the kids yelling
outside, he figured that it was about 2:00 or 3:00 in the afternoon as
school was letting out.  He had also become quite thirsty, and was hoping
that Lakeisha or Sonya would return home soon and have to pee.

   Eventually, Sonya returned home from work.  The first thing she did was
come to Steve and sit on his face to relieve his thirst.  Then she went out
to the kitchen.  A couple of hours later, Lakeisha also returned home, and
also gave Steve a drink.

   The evening passed uneventfully.  The routine was already becoming
familiar.  They stayed up late watching TV, using him once or twice and
then they each used him before finally going to bed.

   Of course, he was used during the night as well.

   ###

   Day 4, Tuesday, turned out to be nearly a repeat of Monday.  The only
difference is that Sonya took a dump when she got home from work.  Steve
was actually glad for this, for he hadn't had anything to eat since
Lakeisha had taken a shit on Sunday.  He just wasn't prepared for the
amount of shit she pumped into him, however.  Like Lakeisha, Sonya walked
in, dropped her pants, and took a seat on Steve's face.  First, she peed
into his mouth satisfying the thirst he had built up during the long wait
of the day.  Then she slid herself forward to place her anus over his
mouth. Barely a moment later, she oozed a big log out her asshole into his
mouth.  Then, without let up, she dumped another.  Then another, with
barely a pause.  Steve started to panic.  She was crapping into his mouth
so fast that he couldn't gulp it down fast enough.  His mouth was jam
packed.  If he didn't swallow, he thought he would surely die by choking on
her shit.  Against the crushing weight of her body on his head, and his
lungs screaming in pain for breath, and with a mouthful of shit, he forced
himself to swallow a chunk just in time for her to push out another from
her asshole.  He swallowed another, just as she shit another lump.  Then
another.  She finally stopped shitting into his mouth, but remained seated
for a moment.  He managed to swallow a few more lumps before she stood. 
Steve was glad that she had stayed seated, for he knew he would have
involuntarily spit some of her shit out of his mouth the moment the weight
of her body was off his mouth.

   She wiped her ass and left the room, and he took his time swallowing all
the shit she had left in his mouth.

   The evening and night passed as usual again.

   ###

   He awoke on day 5, Wednesday, just as Lakeisha had just got out of the
shower and walked in to use him.  She took a piss and a shit.  Fortunately,
it was just a couple of lumps and after the past couple of times, it was
relatively easy for him to keep up with her this time.

   The rest of the day was basically a repeat of the previous weekdays.

   ###

   He awoke on day 6, Thursday.  At least he thought it was Thursday.  He
had lost count and wasn't really sure what day it was.  Sonya and Lakeisha
got up, used him, had breakfast, and left for work on schedule.

   However, Sonya came home from work with an extra voice.  It sounded like
a kid.  A moment later, someone quickly shut the door on him.  Sonya and
Lakeisha had each come to pee once or twice the rest of the day, but now
they kept the door closed.  _I wonder what's going on,_ Steve wondered.

   ###

   Steve awoke on day 7, Friday, to the usual morning.  But soon after
Lakeisha and Sonya left for work, he learned what was going on.  A girl
slowly opened the door and peeked in, and let out a gasp.  "So you's a
toilet slave, huh?"

   "What, who's there?" Steve asked.

   The girl came in and looked at Steve from the usual perspective, looking
down while Steve looked up at her standing over him.  She was a young black
girl with her hair all in braids.  She looked to be about 15 or 16, but it
was hard to tell with her face upside-down.  She was wearing skin-tight
purple shorts and a black bikini-top with some kind of lacy black
stockings.

   "I'm Sophia.  Who are you?"

   "I'm Steve?"

   "Why's you locked in that thing with yo' face in the middle of a toilet
seat?  S'that 'cause you's a toilet slave?"

   "Yes, I'm a toilet slave.  What about you?  Where did you come from?"

   "School's closed today and mamma wanted me to stay with Aunt Sonya
instead of the hood where I won't get in no trouble.  You wan'a get in
trouble?"

   "Trouble?  No, I don't think I want to get in trouble.  What grade are
you in?"

   "Ah'm in tenth grade."

   "So you must be, what?  Fifteen?"

   "Ah'm sixteen.  Ah flunked out as a freshman, so I got's to repeat ninth
grade again."

   "Well, I hope you pass this time?"

   "Why?"

   "Why what?"

   "You don't know me.  Why you care if I pass?"

   "I guess I'm just being nice."

   "School sucks!  And I saw you checkin' me out befo'!  You wan' do me,
don't ya?"

   "I don't think that would be a good idea."

   "Why not?  You think I'm just a kid, don't ya?"

   "I didn't say that.  I think you're an attractive young woman."

   "Yeah?  Then you do want some!"

   She walked over and kneeled by his side and removed the pipe from his
dick.

   "Hey!  Please!  Don't do that!"

   Steve was bursting with sexual tension since he hadn't even been able to
jerk off in a week.  He felt her slide his dick into her mouth, and he
exploded into her mouth the instant he felt her lips close around the base
of his dick.  She continued to stroke his dick with her mouth, milking
every last drop of cum out of him.

   She stood and said, "Yeah, right you weren't hot fo' me!"

   Steve couldn't think of anything quick to say, and in a moment, she had
pulled her stockings down and had her ass on his face.  Instead of peeing,
she just rubbed her pussy against his mouth.

   "Hey!  C'mon fucker!  Gimme some tongue!  I did you!  Only fair tha' you
do me!"

   Steve didn't know what to do.  She was right, it was only fair that he
now make her come.  So he stuck out his tongue and licked her clit as she
slid her ass back and forth.  She, of course, came after a moment or two,
her pussy suddenly getting really wet as she slid her ass on his face, and
then started bouncing and quaking as she came and came and came.

   She stood and looked back down at him again.  He, of course, got hard
all over again.  So she straddled and sat on him and fucked herself with
his dick.  It took some work for her to make him come a second time in a
row, but he did in due course.

   Then she replaced the pipe on his dick, pulled her stockings up, and
said, "We'll keep this our little secret, okay?"

   "Yeah, sure," is all Steve could say.

   She left him alone the rest of the day.  Lakeisha and Sonya eventually
came home from work, and Sonya left again with Sophia.

   Sophia returned, and they used him throughout the rest of the day and
night as usual.

   ###

   He awoke on day 8, Saturday.  Steve knew it was Saturday because neither
of them went to work.

   They got up later in the morning, each giving him a drink in turn.  They
were quite active, however, the rest of the afternoon.  He had remembered
that they were having a Munch in the evening, and he was to be the "public
toilet" for all the women.  He was both excited and scared to death at the
same time.  Sonya and Lakeisha must be busily dusting and cleaning and
getting ready for the party.

   Throughout the day, they peed him a few times, and one of them took a
shit.  The odd thing is that he didn't even notice whether it was Lakeisha
or Sonya.

   It eventually grew dark outside.  It startled him when the doorbell
rang. It was followed by footsteps, the door opening, and voices talking.
Over the next half hour or so, more people arrived.

   Quite unexpectedly, Lakeisha and Sonya walked in, followed by a small
group of other black women.

   "Here it is -- our toilet slave!  Feel free to use it."

   He could feel all their eyes on him, but he kept his gaze down.  He
heard their collective mumbling as they returned to the living room.

   Almost no time passed, however, before one of the women came to him and
closed the door.  Her hair was combed back into a knot at the back of her
head.  She was wearing a leather blouse and a leather skirt.  She turned
her back to him and lifted her skirt, revealing a leather g-string which
she, then pulled down.

   The thought of a total stranger whom he had never met before this moment
baring her deep dark ass crack, and about to sit on his face to use him as
her toilet, was almost, but not quite, repulsive.

   Then she took a seat, bearing down on his mouth with her black hairy
cunt onto his mouth.  She peed.  Then she stood, reached for some toilet
paper, wiper her pussy, tossed the paper into the trash, pulled up her
g-string, and returned to the party.

   A little later, another of the women came to him similarly dressed. 
She, too, pressed her thick black bush to his mouth, peed, and then
returned to the party without a word.

   A little later still, yet another woman entered his room and closed the
door.  She stood there for a moment.  Steve looked up at her.  Man, she was
a big one -- a tall black amazon.  Furthermore, she was bald.  She wasn't
in garb, however.  She wore denim jeans, a black cloth blouse, and a denim
jacket.

   She walked up to him, turned, dropped her jeans, and took a seat.  Like
the others, she gave him a full bladder to drink.  Then she stood.  But
instead of leaving, she turned to face him and waited for him to swallow
all her pee.

   Then, unexpectedly, she walked forward straddling his face, facing the
back of the seat.  She sat on him again, this time with her pussy over his
mouth and is nose pressed into her ass crack.

   He gulped a breath just before she sat again.  Of course, he couldn't
breathe, what with his nose up her ass.

   "Make me come with yo' tongue!  Ah ain't gett'n up till ah come!"

   At that command, Steve started playing with her clit with his tongue. 
If she was serious, he didn't have much time to make her come before he
passed out.  He sucked on her clit and then drew little circles around it
with his tongue.  It was becoming tiring to work her clit while holding his
breath.  He continued circling her clit with his tongue, until she finally
came.  He felt her tense up for a moment, then she started bouncing on his
face while her pussy suddenly became so wet it was dripping into his mouth.

   By now, his lungs were in agony.  She continued to bounce and quiver for
a few more moments before she stood.

   Steve couldn't believe what she did next.  She stepped down and removed
the pipe from his dick.  He, of course, was hard as a rock.  She straddled
him and lowered herself onto his dick.  Her cunt was so wet that his dick
slid into her without any fuss.  She bounced up and down on him until he
exploded into her.

   She remained seated on him until he finished bucking.  Then she pulled
her jeans up, put the pipe back on hid soaking wet dick, and said, "Hair
trigger, but you'll do!" Then she returned to the party.

   Through the evening, assorted black women continued to use him, fat and
skinny, tall and short, attractive and ugly.  And despite his request, one
even took a shit into his mouth.

   The party lasted late into the night, and it soon became a struggle to
drink so much piss.  He also stopped paying attention to what the different
amazons wore or looked like.

   Steve had never had any black friends at school; and before this week,
he had never even known any black people very well.  It was so strange to
suddenly be drinking piss and eating shit directly from so many black
women's cunts and assholes.

   Eventually, the party ended and the guests left.

   Actually, it was a comfort to have Sony and Lakeisha pee in him before
they went to bed.

   ###

   Sonya and Lakeisha got up especially late on day 9, Sunday.  As usual,
they took turns peeing in him, and then spent the day cleaning up from the
party, presumably.

   The day passed, and by nightfall, Steve was concerned.  This was to be
his last day, so when Lakeisha came to him at night he said, "Uhm, today's
Sunday!  You are releasing me tonight, right?"

   "Nope!" Lakeisha answered.  "We decided to keep you another week since
your flight home isn't until next week."

   "What?  You can't do that!"

   "Sure we can!  We are!  So deal with it!"

   Before Steve could get another word out, she sat and gave him a drink,
then went back out to the living room.

   A little later, both women went to bed, leaving Steve to ponder this new
development.

   ###

   When he awoke on day 10, Monday, it was basically a repeat of the last
workday.  Sonya and Lakeisha peed into him in the morning, Lakeisha took a
piss and a shit upon returning from home.  Soya took a piss upon returning
from home.  Then, before going to bed, Lakeisha took a piss and Sonya took
a shit.

   ###

   On the morning of day 11, Tuesday, Steve gasped when Sonya, her ass
hovering over his face, pulled a bloody red tampon out of her pussy before
sitting on his face.  Steve wasn't too distraught, however, as he had
expected some woman to have her period sometime during his hobby as a
toilet slave -- and with two women, it was almost inevitable.  The blood
tasted a little slick, and her pussy smelled a little different, but there
was no difference, otherwise to how she tasted.  At least she didn't shit.
That evening, all they each did was pee a few times.

   ###

   On Day 12, Wednesday, Sonya's period was thicker today, otherwise it was
an ordinary day.  Drink piss in the morning.  Drink piss when they came
home from work.  Eat some shit from one of them.  Drink more piss. 
Bedtime.

   ###

   He awoke on day 13, Thursday.  Sonya and Lakeisha got up, used him, had
breakfast, and left for work on schedule.  Sonya still had her period.

   Then the long daily wait started.  Each day was becoming more boring
than the previous one.

   Per the routine, Sonya eventually returned home from work and gave Steve
a drink.  Then Lakeisha did the same.  But after peeing, Lakeisha slid
forward and dumped a load into Steve's mouth.  Steve was getting used to it
now.  It was still a struggle to keep up with her steady output, but he
knew he could do it and so didn't panic any more.

   But then he heard Sonya's voice from the hallway, "C'mon love!  Hurry
up! I gotta take a dump!"

   _Oh, oh!_

   No sooner had Lakeisha finished than Sonya sat down on him.  He hadn't
even had time to swallow the last of Lakeisha's shit before Sonya squirted
a lump out her asshole into his mouth.

   Steve steeled himself to continue struggling to keep up.  Sonya shit a
few lumps and then left as well.

   Shit from two different women in his mouth one right after the other
left a combined taste so intense that he nearly lost the fight to keep from
puking it all up.  Still, after a while, he was able to resist the urge and
keep their mixed shit down.

   The evening passed as usual.  Sonya and Lakeisha came to pee a few more
times during the evening, and during the night.

   ###

   He awoke on day 14, Friday, to the usual.

   Lakeisha and Sonya came home from work as usual.  But they both seemed a
little giddy in the evening, and they both disappeared into their bedroom
for a time.  But after a short while, they both came out and entered his
room.  They were both naked and giggling.

   Lakeisha sat on Steve's face, and then Sonya sat on Lakeisha's lap. 
Lakeisha didn't pee or anything, and Steve looked up between their two sets
of legs to see them making out while sitting in his face.  Lakeisha was
sitting normally, with her muff pressed slightly against his nose but the
weight of Sonya on Lakeisha's lap pressed lakeisha's muff more tightly
against his nose, and it was a struggle to breathe.

   Time passed, and they seemed oblivious to his presence beneath their
collective asses.  They enjoyed themselves like this for a good long time,
too.  Fortunately, Steve was able to suck in and release an occasional
breath as they squirmed and wiggled in their necking.

   Eventually, they got off and went back into the bedroom for the night.

   ###

   He assumed that it was Saturday again, day 15, since the two women
stayed in bed through the morning hours.

   When they awoke, they both gave him his drinks, and Sonya took a shit.

   Then, that afternoon, Sonya and Lakeisha walked into the room and
started unlocking and unshackling him.

   "It is Sunday already?" Steve asked.

   "No," Lakeisha answered, "We's letting you out a day early."

   "Yeah," added Sonya, "They's someone here fo' you."

   "Someone here?  For me?  No one knows I'm here."

   Lakeisha tossed the _TRY-N-SAVE_ bag with his clothes on the floor. 
"Jus' get dressed."

   He pulled out a set of clean folded clothes out of his knapsack and
dressed himself under their glare.

   Dressed, he stood and followed them out to the living room.  Standing
there was the bald black woman from the Sistah Munch last Saturday who had
made him suck her clit until she came, then straddled his hips, sat on his
dick, and fucked him while he was strapped in the toilet box.

   Steve swallowed and asked, "What's going on?"

   "This is Tiwuana," Lakeisha said.  "Tiwuana said she liked using you at
the Sistah Munch last week.  She asked if she could have you tonight.  We
said, 'okay'."

   "But I can't go with anyone.  I have a flight to catch tomorrow!"

   "Tiwuana don't want you for no toilet, she wants you in her bed,"
Lakeisha said, "So here's the deal.  You can sleep at the airport tonight,
or you can sleep with Tiwuana tonight.  Your choice!"

   The choice was a no-brainer -- Tiwuana was tall and muscular and looked
like she could throw _The Incredible Green Hulk_ across the street without
much of a fight.  "Okay, I'll sleep with Tiwuana."

   Tiwuana finally spoke, "You made the right choice, bro!  When I'm done
wit' you tomorrow morning, you ain't gon' wan' go back t' fucking New
York!"

   Steve grabbed his knapsack and followed Tiwuana out to her car.

   * END *

   Postscript: Even though Sophia is a fictional character solely from my
imagination, her fictional biography is as follows: She's 25 but small for
her age.  She lied to Steve about being in high school in order to tease
him -- and from his upside-down angle of view, he really did misjudge her
apparent age.  She's really Sonya's younger sister, and is also a graduate
student going for her Ph.D.  at Cal Tech at night.