Turd In Toilet Novels & Stories

I really have to get up and start my day. After brushing my hair, I left the carriage, heading to the wild bushes to relieve my bladder. I smiled brightly when I saw the wooden structure. "Wow! Toilet!" I’m glad they constructed a makeshift toilet made of wood. I quickly got inside and locked the door securely. There's a hole in the middle of the ground. Not really a solid structure, but it looks clean and good enough to protect my privacy. Ewww! I nearly gagged because the smell coming out of the hole was gross, so fucking awful. But there was a clean bucket of water, so I hurriedly finished my business and left before I threw up.

But talk was all I had at this point. I surveyed the bathroom as I tried to get a handful of toilet paper to wipe myself. There was no cabinet, just a sink, toilet and bathtub. The tub held all manner of nasty things. Dead bugs, dirt and grime clinging to the once white porcelan. Someone had cleaned the toilet, somewhat, thank God, because I couldn't hover over it like I wanted to. My balance was awkward with my hands tied. I finished my business and flushed. I turned on the sink to wash my hands and again wondered what would happen next.

I got up from my sleeping spot, stretched my body, and walked towards the toilet. The toilet was just a small makeshift structure built with planks and covered with tarpaulin. It had a small bucket of water and a bar of soap, which the men had placed there for cleaning purposes. I entered the toilet and closed the door behind me. The toilet had no roof, and I could feel the morning breeze blowing across my skin.

“With all the upgrades I did, it only gets a fine.” “What can I say? I’m simplistic. I’m surprised I haven’t blown the house up, with how many upgrades you put in here. There’s even fucking buttons on the toilet.” “That’s a fancy toilet with heating, cooling, and a bidet.” “You would need to be a rocket scientist to be able to flush the damn toilet.” Murphey chuckled. “Stop looking around like a lost puppy and relax. You have time to recuperate, so use it.” I looked up at the camera that was in the kitchen and flipped it off.

“I’m jealous of your dick. That would come in handy from time to time. You can just whip it out and pee anywhere for instance.” He chuckled, “It certainly does have its advantages. But you don’t have to worry about getting yourself stuck in a zipper. That was a trauma I’ve experienced more than once in my life.” He flushed the toilet with a grin before he washed his hands. She walked into the bathroom to sit down the toilet seat giving him a disapproving look. “On the contrary sir, you can still zip your pubes up with a vagina. And don’t get me started on waxing.”

She looked at me and that always cheerful expression faded away as she exclaimed how unfair it was that she got a poopy toilet, and mine probably hadn’t even been used. “Are you kidding?” Mim asks, making a fake gagging noise like she can’t even stand it. I can’t help but laugh. She sounds like she’s really going to throw up. For a moment, I think maybe she is. But she’s almost done with the toilet now, and the whole room smells a lot better. I have to wonder who would come into such a nice house and leave behind such offensive evidence of their stay, but who knows? So many people come in and out of here--guards from the perimeter reporting to Mr. Kurts, members of the pack with grievances t

Is that too much to ask? "Swish a cup of vinegar around in the toilet bowl using a toilet brush," she continues, "then add a cup of baking soda, followed by an additional cup of vinegar. Let the fizzing solution sit for 10 minutes. Use a toilet brush to scrub the stains. Let the mixture sit for a few more minutes and then flush-" "Janet?" Harry calls, unknowingly saving my life. He appears in the bathroom door dressed in a business suit, a light colored shirt and a business-style tie, just like the first day we met.

All this did was cause my aunt to laugh however, as she suddenly pulled down the slacks, along with the panties she was wearing, and lay claim to the toilet I'd been trying to use. The problem with that was...she'd forgotten to lower the seat. Suddenly she's half disappearing down inside the bowl, totally taken by surprise and now as shocked as I was at the somewhat comical events taking place here. Me standing there with my dick sticking out, my aunt, bare-assed now half wedged into the toilet bowl. "Well don't just stand there gawking at me John!" She cried out. "Help get me up out of here!" She demanded.

He tossed the soiled rubber on the towel next to Tad. Alone with the stench, Tad winced in pain as he sat up to pick up the condom wrapper off the floor. His ass throbbed in time with his heart beat when he stood and grabbed the towel. After wiping the cum off his chest and the lube out of his ass, he pulled on his shorts. Then he carried the towel to the washer and started a cycle. He went into the garage to hide the condom and wrapper in the trash can there. Tad stood there for a long moment alone and in pain before he eventually threw up in the trashcan. I guess I should've asked if I could trust you...

The one on the left had the male sign on it so I proceeded into the one on the right instead. The bathroom tiles were wet with two boxes like cubicle and small doors. I got into the one on the left and inspected the toilet for snakes or dirt. I just couldn't imagine being bitten by a snake on my private are. I cringed when I imagined the pain. After being satisfied by the toilet's state, I bent a little and made sure my butt didn't touch the toilet seat before urinating. The main door creaked open and I heard light steps of a person before the next box opened. I used some tissue to wipe myself and zipped up my black panties before flushing the toilet.