Turd In Toilet Novels & Stories

"Now clean that damn toilet." I reluctantly stuck out my tongue and licked the toilet seat. I didn't hate it as much as I thought I would, as I had noticed from the recent activity that I quite enjoyed the taste of urine. I started licking with more urgency and frequency. I could hear the guys talking and laughing, but I couldn't make out what they were saying because I was concentrating on cleaning the toilet off. After I had tongued the seat and the edges of the bowl, Tyler grabbed me by the hair.

My sister smiles proudly at the fact I chose the paper towels over the air dryer. When she was in nursing school, Tarra learned that each flush of the toilet launches fecal particles into the air, so the air dryers basically blow poop particles onto your dampened skin. Hence the reason why I haven't touched an air dryer since, and still cringe when I see other people use them. "Not everyone has a Drew, Sis. I believe my prince is out there somewhere, looking for me, but I don't think he's coming on a white horse." She gives a dramatic sigh, then continues, "He's obviously riding a turtle and is lost. Yeah, definitely lost."

The room reeks of the vomit which trails from mouths, over clothes, furniture and flooring. The TV plays with the sound turned low, some sit-com acted out by fake smiles, plastic faces and canned laughter. It feels... inappropriate... and with the toe of my boot, I nudge the plug free from its socket. I find one body in the bathroom, a glass of something on the washstand which, when I tentatively test it with the tip of a finger, then the tip of my tongue, is brine... Trying to make himself throw it up? Wonder what she used?

Tank, I’m going to kill you, you dirty bastard. The toilet is overflowing, and the facets left on full. The bathroom is flooded with shit and water. Fucking great! I get to work cleaning. I gag a few times and get the mess cleaned up. The bathroom is now sparkling as I rip the gloves off my hands. The door bangs open and one of the members runs to the stall, undoing his belt. He slams the door and the sounds coming from him make me pull a face and I grab the cleaning cart and leave.

And there was no better cock than his. There were 6 stalls. The other guys in the bathroom saw Troy take me into one of the stalls. No one said anything, but I heard a few discreet laughs. Troy shut the door and bent me over the toilet. I arched my back to lift my ass higher. He didn't need to pull my skirt up. The skirt had a mind of its own, and was already up, preparing for the punishment its wearer was about to take. I heard the sound of his zipper undoing, the sounds of guys chatting at the sinks and stall doors opening and slamming shut, as I closed my eyes, waiting eagerly. He put a finger in my asshole and proceeded to slam his cock into my pussy. I let out a moan for everyone presen

And now, we were rested in the cozy circular bathtub in Faith’s bathroom. The funny thing was, we didn’t have any of the cosmetics, so we just settled with her Dettol shower gel which was thankfully, not too feminine. I lathered his body up and kissed him, then massaged him all over and showed him how much I loved him. At some point, the scent from the kitchen made its way to the bathroom and I swear my stomach led out a very embarrassing growl. Tiger let out a huge belly laugh that I found myself laughing at. At least he wasn’t like THAT anymore. “Let’s go and see what she prepared for us!” He announced getting up from our small cocoon. I followed suite and then yanked the fluffy pink bathr

We enter and Jared turns to look at me, that malicious glint back in his eye. “Well, little puppy” he sneers at me “I’ll give you this chance to relieve yourself and then we’ll tie you up nice and tight, eh? Wouldn’t want you to escape while I’m down at dinner. The toilet is behind that door.” he points toward a heavy door and I wonder fleetingly if I could hide behind it all night.

Bianca asked while scratching her head, feeling like she was starting to smell bad and wanted to shower immediately. Frost thought seriously and said, "There's a big difference!" "It's just like the difference between a 24K gold toilet, a diamond toilet, and an emerald toilet, right?" Bianca's expression showed some disdain. "I'm starting to understand you now, so even if you bring out a toilet decorated with gold, diamonds, rubies, and sapphires, I won't be surprised or envious. It won't work, no toilet can help!" Bianca spoke incessantly and followed Frost to a bathroom. There was a sign on the door that read: Emergency.

he threatened menacingly. “I want to be honest with you; there is indeed something inside that you're not supposed to see. As a woman, I'm embarrassed to say this, but…” “But what?” “Er—Mrs. Elizabeth used the bathroom earlier,” she told him, her cheeks turning tomato red in embarrassment. “A problem occurred, and the toilet won't flush. There's still a UFO in the toilet,” she explained after a moment of pause. “A UFO?” Grey repeated incredulously. He stared at her as though she had lost her mind.

Dionysus laughed after hearing that. "Alright. Let's calm down first. We're getting through this together. I'll g****e some ways on how to unclog a toilet. Hang on." Dionysus carefully scanned everything that showed on the internet and told Zoey about a certain way that he was sure would actually work. "You just need a trash bag and tape. That's it." "Very clever, Chevalier. But, in case you haven't noticed, I don't have a trash bag and a freaking tape here!" Dionysus stood up and knocked on the door.