Skibidi Toilet X Reader Novels & Stories

. There was a line of men ready and waiting. Whilst the shop was closed, I had always suspected there to be shows, gatherings that took be place within hidden rooms. Clearly such a gathering had just ended as there was a very long line of people. The next man stood up. His cock was erect. He jerked it slowly back few times before unleashing his piss. It sprayed everywhere blasting me in the face. It did not taste good a sharp acidic flavour filled my mouth. Soon more and more men came to relieve themselves on me. I felt dirty, used and filthy. I was loving every second. Several went at once. Every tiny inch of me was covered the outfit I was wearing reduced to a piss covered rags that clung

xo ADB_Stories ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter features abuse and offensive language* A cold wind blows through the crevice in the brick wall of the basement; a shiver wracking my body as I huddle my knees up towards my chest hoping to retain what little heat I have left in my fragile body. The eerie whistle of the cold wind is just as bone-chilling as the cold itself. The smell of dirt, mould and dry blood is a constant reminder of where I am.

He said again and Celeste placed her hand on his bandaged head. "Stop talking babe,you're gonna be fine,shhh".She whispered. Xayne whispered flipping through the pages of the blood stained book. She occasionally laughed seeing the funny comic about her on the book. "I'm gonna kill you".She read and paused. "He's such an idiot,how can he write all this crazy things about, damn! why is my head bigger than the entire body,idiot!".She cursed seeing another character. "Why is my butt so tiny on this one?".She whispered and raised her

* She moaned softly, thighs pressing together around her hand, the pressure coiling tight. Jax's parting words echoed *Drop your dirtiest reading experience* and she did, typing one-handed: *This story? Made me cum reading it on the toilet at work, panties in my mouth to stay quiet. Now living it. Your turn.* Submissions poured in: a woman detailing her first anal in a club bathroom, the burn and fullness making Zelda's untouched ass clench in curiosity; a guy confessing to jerking off in the car to a similar tale, cumming so hard he stained the seat; couples sharing how they'd role-played it, her riding him reverse while reading aloud, both shattering together.

Kian shouted behind him, “Hey, hey, f*ck! Don’t you dare run away from me! I’ll break your leg!” Once he took a step forward, he suddenly felt dizzy and whimpered softly, “Oh damn…” He knew that the time had come again! In an instant, Kian Webb’s consciousness was replaced by the disgusting desire. His eyes blinked ecstatically when he saw the filthy excretion that the driver didn’t manage to flush away. He ran back into the toilet, squatted down, reached into the toilet bowl, grabbed the excrement, and stuffed it into his mouth…

The door to the toilet slammed shut, and relief washed over me. "You are such a slut, Keira. You came while people were right," he chuckled. Clint's strokes got sloppier, and he reached his apex. He withdrew his member from me, and I watched his cum spill to the ground as he groaned. I pushed myself away from the toilet seat, and my legs wobbled as I tried to gain balance. Clint's hands circled my waist, and he held me to him. "That was not so bad, now was it?" He asked as he rained kisses along my shoulders.

My chest is still damp. Streaks of piss and sweat marked her body. I slowly pull out, watching my cum drip from her used pussy. It is white and thick, mingling with her clear juices on the tiles. But we're not done. The ritual escalates. I help her up, both of us slippery. I sit on the edge of the tub. She straddles me, pulling. She is now turned away, with her ass toward my face. I spread her cheeks to see her tight hole and the cum-filled pussy below it.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the stall, peering inside. It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. Kelly Anders sat there on the toilet, clawing at her skirt and failing to do anything. Her underwear kept her hands out, but when she reached out and grabbed the bars of the stall, I could see something moving under her panties. Most probably the critter, unless there was something else shoved up her cunt. Her face was contorted in bliss and a little pain, a mixture of scrunched up eyes and gasps and moans and her teeth on her bottom lip. Her brown hair was a little messed up and sweat covered her brow. Her glasses were a little fogged up. She was constantly bucking on the toil

I was too weak to stand, leaving me vulnerable to his ministrations. He kept licking and sucking, totally ignoring all of my complaints and cries and worshiping my body. Releasing my hands, he grasped my legs, steadying me against the wall to maintain a grip on them. Guessing, he was offering support. As he ventured into my opening, his tongue choreographed a sensual ballet, sliding…up and down. He swirled it and folded it, using it to probe me. I only got wetter, flowing like a river, in the midst of his saliva.

Who the fuck knew anymore. He slipped his arm into the toilet. The water was chilly, the shit slimy and wet, the puke sticky and chunky and muddy. His fingers broke through the toilet paper. It stuck in long torn streaks to the snakes infesting his flesh, their slippery bodies sliding under it and around it before shaking it free. He reached further, deeper. Groped. The dark piss swam between the snakes. It burned. Like alcohol on an open cut. But this was along his hand, between his fingers, up his forearm to his elbow. A burn eating him in one big bite.