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My Brand New Job as a Toilet
by Harry Ogre (oagre7@hotmail.com)

***

A finance exec broadens his sexual horizons by offering 
his face as the toilet for a set of gorgeous attendants 
at an upscale gentleman's spa. (F+/M, mast, oral, mast, 
ws, huml)

***

I'm a mid-level FO at a real estate development company. 
I'm not a stud, but I look not too bad. And I've kept my 
hair and waistline into my late 30's. Despite all this, 
I've never been able to make a relationship work. That's 
because I'm a pervert, I guess.

I check out sexy women like other dudes. I love tight, 
round asses, pretty faces and perky tits. But while 
other guys fantasize about blowjobs and fucking, I think 
about other stuff. I jerk off to thoughts of hot girls 
pissing on my face. I'll think about a hottie in a 
tight, short dress squatting a few inches over my face 
and letting go a stream of warm, sweet girlwater. As my 
dick throbs more and more, I try and imagine whether her 
pissflow is golden or almost clear or whether her 
cuntlips pucker out slightly with the forceful pressure 
of her liquid wastes.

I've had relationships. A couple of them were pretty 
serious and once we even moved in together for a month 
or two. But I always figured that telling my partner 
about my fetish would ruin what we had. And I was 
probably right. I even tried escorts. That didn't work 
either. The girls I liked to book were college student 
types putting themselves through school – "girlfriend 
surrogates". All-Canadian, bright-eyed and not exactly 
the sort of honey I'd ask to golden shower me. So when I 
stumbled over the website for the spa, I had pretty much 
given up on ever getting my rocks off in real life to my 
favourite fantasy.

The website was pretty glossy, but classy enough that I 
was impressed. The colour scheme was green and black 
overall and there was a page with a photo gallery and 
description for each girl. The girls all seemed quite 
pretty – so pretty that I wondered if the photos were 
fake. But the thing that really caught my eye was the 
short message at the bottom of the home page. It read: 
"All our girls are fetish-friendly. We take pride in 
being open-minded."

I mulled over what the blurb might really mean. Was it 
just costumes – nurses, schoolgirls, French maids? Or 
would these women – some of them at least – be willing 
to take a leak at my expense?

The spa was only a ten minute drive from my office. I 
fought down the impulse to drive over the next day at 
lunch hour. Heading over meant coming up with an excuse 
to the other execs for missing out on the communal pizza 
joint, sandwich shop or whatever. And at the back of my 
mind, I thought the spa might be a disappointing 
shitpile waste of time with overweight, ugly, aging 
women and Spartan, shabby amenities. 

It took me more than a week to decide that I needed to 
check it out, if only to assuage my curiosity. I told my 
work-buddies that I had to pick up a present for Aunt 
Rowena in Orillia and got into my car. As I turned on 
the ignition, the nervous faint beginnings of a boner 
started to perk up in my pants.

The spa itself was in an industrial strip mall on a 
nondescript side street. At first glance, it looked 
inviting. The exterior was clean and stylish. There was 
a large illuminated sign with the spa's logo in the same 
green and black colour scheme that was featured on the 
website. So far, so good.

I parked my car and strolled towards the entrance. 
Inside was even nicer that I had expected. The dιcor was 
bamboo chic with an elegant customer waiting area and 
romantic dim lighting. A little fountain bubbled in the 
corner of the entrance foyer. Behind the reception desk 
was a gorgeous woman in her late 30's in a light blue 
top.

"Can we help you?" she smiled. She had a pretty oval 
face with large black eyes and a sensual mouth. Her tits 
projected firmly inside her tight t-shirt. Her hair was 
blonde and pulled back in a frisky pony tail with just a 
hint of dark roots.

"I'd like to book a session, please," I said.

"Forty-five minutes or one hour?" I detected a distinct 
Italian-Canadian accent in her soft voice.

"I guess to start just forty-five minutes," I said.

"And would that be VIP or topless?" asked the 
receptionist.

I figured that topless wouldn't even begin to get me 
where I wanted to be. "VIP, please." I took the bull by 
the horns. "Can you tell me about the fetish friendly 
sessions?"

"That's something you'd have to discuss privately with 
the attendant. That'll be $150.00." She took my credit 
card and ran it, then handed it back to me. I wondered 
if this was a good idea. I had just blown $150.00 for a 
session with an attendant I hadn't even met yet that 
might be useless or even a complete scam.

"Kylie? Could you come out here and see this gentleman 
for a session?" the receptionist called. After a few 
seconds, a young woman appeared in the foyer. She was 
about 25 years old with mid back brunette hair and a 
slender, tight body with cute small perky boobs. Her 
bikini was so skimpy and tight that I could clearly see 
her pointy, little nipples and her cameltoe through the 
silky cloth. My boner sprang to attention as I thought 
of Kylie stroking my dick and balls.

She extended her hand and giggled "Hey! Come right this 
way." I noticed big blue eyes and a pretty turned up 
nose and I followed her into the nearest private room.

"Wow!" I said. "The room is really nice!"

"We take a lot of pride in the place." Kylie answered. 
"It's the most upscale gentleman's spa in the city." She 
fluffed up a towel and handed it to me. "Do you like 
what else you see?"

My dick could have answered for me. It was hard and 
throbbing with excitement as I checked out Kylie's 
perfect little body.

"Just grab a shower and I'll be back in five minutes," 
Kylie said and she slipped out.

I shed my clothes. The room had a large walk-in shower 
area. In fact, it was perfect for a face-pissing session 
– if only Kylie was agreeable to that. I got wet and 
soaped up. As I washed, I took a long, hard piss myself 
and sprayed the shower floor with what must have been a 
litre of my own fluid. I thought of Kylie watching me 
while I urinated and got even harder and hornier.

I toweled off and lay face down on the massage table, my 
cock tucked in against the surface and my towel flipped 
over my ass in an attempt at decency. I chilled there 
for a couple of minutes, thinking about whether I should 
bring up the subject of Kylie's toilet needs on her 
return. I was coming to the conclusion that even a 
straightforward rub 'n tug with such a hot girl might be 
fun and I might put her off – or "piss" her off – if I 
mentioned golden showers.

After a while, I made my mind go blank and relaxed. The 
building was dead quiet, almost silent with the 
exception of the gurgling, splashing fountain outside in 
the reception area.

Soon enough, I heard the tap-tapping of Kylie's high 
heels on the tile hallway outside my room. As the 
clicking of her stilettos came closer and closer, my 
dick got harder and harder all over again. Suddenly, the 
clicking stopped and the door to my room swung open.

"Hi again," Kylie said. There was a big full-length 
mirror fitted across one side of the room and I glimpsed 
her standing over me. She slid the towel off my ass and 
inspected my butt with a smile. 

"You wanted the VIP session, right?" she asked.

I nodded. I watched intently as the gorgeous brunette 
shed her bra to reveal perfect champagne-glass B-cups 
with eraser tip nipples. She leaned forward and stroked 
her tits against my back, then stepped back again to 
drop her panties and reveal a fully-shaved Vee at the 
apex of her thighs.

"Do you have any special requests, Jerry?" Kylie 
inquired. She ran her fingernails softly down my back 
and between my legs and began to finger my balls. I 
thought about whether I should ask for a golden shower 
and decided to delay it. Maybe it was a request better 
made when I had gotten to know Kylie a little more. 

Kylie guided my hips up off the table and started to 
give my cock and scrotum some focused attention with her 
hands. I wondered if she was going to make me shoot my 
load in the first ten minutes. I wasn't even sure if 
could muster the willpower to make her slow down.

"Are you having a good time, Jerry?" she purred. "Do you 
want me to jerk your hard cock more quickly? Or more 
slowly? Or maybe even grind my perky little titties or 
cute little pussy against your dick?"

"It all sounds good," I answered. There wasn't much else 
I could say.

"Let's turn you over then." Kylie smiled. "I want to see 
that big hard dick."

I rolled over on my back. Kylie inspected my erection 
with what appeared to be a sense of achievement and then 
got onto the table and straddled my thighs. She started 
to rhythmically grind her clitoris against the lower 
shaft of my hard cock.

"Does that feel good?" she inquired. "Mmmmm... It feels 
pretty good for me too." She leaned forward to jam her 
nipples in my face. I buried my face in her cleavage 
while she rotated her hips against my groin. After about 
a minute, I started to panic that I was going to cum.

"Slow down! Slow down!" I begged. "You're going to make 
me shoot too fast!"

Kylie giggled. "Sorry. Just doing my job the best way I 
know how." She rolled off me and we lay side by side on 
the table. Her fingertips continued to stroke my balls, 
but she stopped playing with my shaft and knob. I took a 
deep breath and started to relax a little more.

"Better?" Kylie asked.

"Uh-huh, much," I answered.

"We can just chill for a few minutes, if you want," she 
said. "We've still got about twenty minutes before your 
time's up."

I winced at the idea of going back to work. The session 
at the spa had turned out okay after all. Better than 
okay. Kylie's fingers started to stroke a little faster 
on my scrotum. I tuned out a bit and started to listen 
to the fountain outside the room again.

After another minute or so, Kylie shifted position 
against me and stopped playing with my balls. "I'm 
sorry," she said. "I've got a little problem." She bit 
her lower lip.

"What's up?" I asked.

Kylie blushed slightly. "I drank a whole smoothie before 
coming in here," she explained. "And listening to that 
fountain splashing outside is only making it worse!"

I turned towards her. "You have to use the ladies' 
room?" I asked.

"Pretty badly," she replied. "REALLY badly!"

My dick stiffened and started to throb at the idea of 
Kylie's dilemma. I ran my hand over her tight tummy. It 
was distended and swollen. She clearly needed to urinate 
quite desperately. I decided to tease us both a little.

"Can you hold it for another twenty minutes?" I asked.

"Oh my god!" Kylie replied. "I'm almost to the point 
where I'm going to have to get up and start dancing 
around!" She blushed and turned red.

It was now or never, I figured. If I didn't seize the 
moment now, I probably never would.

"I bet there's a ton of guys who'd love to watch you 
pee," I said.

"You have no idea!" Kylie answered. "Before I started 
working at the spa, I had no inkling how many pervy men 
were interested in my toilet habits!"

"For real?" I played innocent.

Kylie wriggled a little. The pee pressure in her tummy 
was evidently reaching epic proportions. "You have no 
idea!" she repeated. "Of course, I have to charge them 
extra."

"How much extra?" I tried to sound calm, but I couldn't 
stop my voice from breaking or my hand from touching my 
throbbing dick.

"Twenty dollars to watch me go. And fifty dollars to 
take my load," she explained. She stared into my face 
and gasped. "Oh my god! You're one of them! You're a pee 
pervert!"

I nodded. I was busted and loving every moment.

Kylie smiled, "Well, you certainly caught me at the 
right time. I could just about pee Niagara Falls right 
now. Where do you want it, Jerry?"

"On my face," I said. "Right on my face."

"Are you a drinker too?" she asked.

"A drinker?" I asked. It took me a couple of seconds to 
catch her meaning. "Err, no. At least I don't think so. 
I've never tried tasting pee before."

Kylie rolled off the table. She pressed both hands hard 
up between her legs and danced around a little. "Damn 
that fountain!" she complained.

She kicked off her high heels and hopped around, 
barefoot and stark naked and with a look of stoic 
concentration on her face. "C'mon," she said. "We'd 
better do this fast or I'm going to leak out all over 
the floor and you'll lose your little treat!"

I slid down from the table and headed towards the walk-
in shower, my dick sticking out in front of me like a 
dowsing rod.

"How do you want to do this?" Kylie asked.

I lay on my back in the shower, staring up. Kylie 
stepped forward and straddled my face, still cupping her 
overstrained pussy with her hands.

"Like this?" she inquired.

"Uh-huh," I responded. In fact, it was perfect. If only 
she would take her hands away so I could view her cunt.

After a second, she removed her pressing fingers and 
lowered herself slowly into a crouch over my eager, 
horny face. I studied her gorgeous puss. Her buff vulva 
bulged out in a smooth convex, split by a small, elegant 
set of pink inner lips.

Kylie slowly descended until she was poised only three 
or four inches above me. Almost the very second that she 
had frozen into her squat, a trickle of clear girl-
liquid dribbled out the length of her pink crack and ran 
back to her ass. 

Kylie groaned softly, "Oh god, I needed this so bad!" 

Her pussy lips broke open with the pressure of her load 
and a thick stream of pussy-piss burst out and hit my 
face in a hot torrent. I tried to blink it out of my 
eyes. 

After an instant, I gave up. Kylie was simply peeing too 
much for me to keep my eyes open. And then I tried to 
breathe through my mouth and tasted Kylie's abundant 
urinary liquid. The taste was bitter, like cough 
medicine. Not what I had expected at all. I greedily 
swallowed as much of Kylie's pee load as I could.

It took about 15 seconds for her to finish up. "Did you 
like what I gave you, Jerry?" she purred.

I gasped and pumped my aching erection. As I looked up 
at Kylie's cleft, I could see the last few drops of her 
urine beading and dripping from her pretty snatch. "Oh 
shit! Oh shit!" I gasped as I ejaculated in a massive, 
heaving cum glob over my stomach.

"Oh my god!" Kylie laughed. "Not only were you a 
drinker, you were a swallower as well!"

I smiled sheepishly. My dick was starting to ache from 
all the tension and jerking of the past minutes.

"Normally I wipe off with toilet paper," Kylie smiled. 
"But I'm going to let you lick the pee off my pussy 
until it's completely clean again. Would you like that?"

I grinned eagerly. If only my cock wasn't so worn and 
sore, it would have been re-erecting already. I was 
lying in a pool of Kylie's pee. I got to my knees and 
crawled over to her cleft and began to tongue it clean.

***
 
Kylie showered first and I watched closely as she soaped 
and toweled the urine off her pussy, both inside and out 
before rinsing with the detachable shower head and 
drying off. She pulled on her little outfit and left the 
room while I cleaned up in turn. When I came out into 
the reception foyer, Kylie was standing with the 
Italian-Canadian receptionist. Both women grinned when 
they saw me.

"So he IS a pervert," the receptionist laughed.

Kylie nodded knowingly.

The receptionist arched her eyebrows. "I knew it the 
moment he came into the spa. I can always tell."

I smiled and shrugged.

"I'm Dina," the receptionist announced. "I'm the owner 
of the spa. Looks like you're going to be a repeat 
customer. Perverts usually are." 

I agreed that I intended to come back as often as my 
budget allowed. The two women exchanged glances.

"Well, Mr. Pervert?" Dina asked, "do you have another 
fifty dollars in your pocket?"

"Why?" I inquired.

"Because I've been drinking lattes all morning," Dina 
responded, "and I'd like to piss on your face just like 
Kylie did."

Kylie started to giggle again. Almost impossibly, I felt 
my well-milked cock start to harden once more in my 
pants and my hand rubbed against its swollen knob as I 
reached into my pocket for the bill.

Dina stepped from behind the reception counter. She was 
wearing black tights below her blue t-shirt. A gap 
between the two garments showed a hint of female six-
pack.

"I work out and do yoga a lot," she explained. She 
twirled around to display perfect round buns and the 
outline of slender, toned thighs inside her tights.

I handed Dina the fifty. "Will that get me a strip as 
well?" I ventured.

"I'd love to strip for you and show you what I've got," 
Dina answered. "My little show is going to get you all 
nice and randy for when I use you as my toilet bowl."

I followed Dina back into the massage room. As soon as 
the door closed, I threw off my clothes. Dina started 
stripping too, slowly and artistically. As she carefully 
removed each item, she showed it to me and then placed 
it on the massage table. First she kicked off her 
sneakers. Then the light blue t-shirt made its way up 
over her pony tail to reveal a beige lace underwire bra.

"What's your size?" I asked. The cups were impressively 
large.

"34D," Dina replied. She unhooked the bra and shrugged 
it off her toned, smooth shoulders and down her slender 
arms. Her tits stuck straight out ahead of her in 
conical, fake torpedoes and ended in blunt, dark 
puffies. I whistled in appreciation.

Dina put the bra aside and hooked her thumbs in the 
waistband of her tights. The black leggings bunched and 
then moved down her ass and hips millimeter by 
millimeter to reveal a thick, dark bush over her 
pantyless cunt.

You don't shave?" I asked.

"My husband's old fashioned," she replied, "And he likes 
the way my pubic hair tickles his shaft as he sticks his 
cock in me." She leaned back against the massage table 
to lift her legs out of the crumpled, black garment, 
flashing her hairy snatch-slit at me as she did.

"Ready to be pissed on, Mr. Pervert?" she challenged.

I had been squeezing and pulling at my battered cock and 
it was as hard and stiff as ever. I lay back in the 
walk-in shower, face up like before. Dina stood over me 
and pushed her manicured little toes into my face.

"Kiss my pretty feet and beg me," she ordered.

"Please! Please! Please!" I begged between kisses. Dina 
straddled my face and lowered her furry cunt.

She squatted over me and carefully separated her 
pussylips to show vivid pink inner folds. All at once, a 
thick, clear stream of piss spurted out over her elegant 
fingers and hit me full in the eyes and mouth. Dina's 
girl-water was less bitter than Kylie's and tasted 
almost sugary. I gulped and licked up as much of it as I 
could until she stopped pissing and straightened up.

"Can I lick you clean?" I begged.

Dina shook her head. "Sorry. This pussy belongs one 
hundred percent to my husband," she replied. "Now get 
going on your cock. I don't have all day."

A half-dozen cranks on my swollen dick brought me to a 
painful, cumless orgasm. I groaned and sat up out of 
Dina's pisspool. My cock was aching so much, I could 
barely walk.

***

Dina was back already at the reception desk as I closed 
the door to the massage room behind me.

"Hi again," she smiled. "I'd like you meet the other 
girls who work at the spa. This is Leigh-Anne."

A tall, athletic blonde in a little cheerleader costume 
stepped forward. She was gorgeous and about twenty years 
old.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Pissy-Face," she laughed.

"And this is Cameron." Dina introduced. Cameron was a 
petite redhead with a nose-ring who was wearing a teddy.

"Hi, Mr. Pissy-Face," she said.

"And finally this is Jade," Dina said.	Jade was an 
oriental with tanned skin and fake boobs. It was hard to 
decide if in fact she wasn't the most gorgeous of them 
all.

"Hello there, Mr. Pissy-Face Toilet," Jade smiled. 
"Would you like to drink MY pee as well?"

"I think Mr. Pervert Pissy-Face is out of money and cum 
right now," Dina interjected. "If he had brought more 
money with him and controlled his urge to continually 
jerk off, he could have tasted what ALL the girls have 
inside them. But I guess he didn't. And I guess that's 
because he's such a pervert pissy-face."

The three other girls joined together in a spontaneous 
chorus of "Psssss! Pssss! Pssss!" and giggled.

And that's when I knew for sure that "Mr. Pissy-Face 
Toilet" would be visiting the spa as often as he 
possibly could from that day on.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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