She Male And Her Toilet Slave

Honeycomb Rocks was a small state park in the beautiful state of Utah. One of the very few states I find myself missing now that I'm moving to another country. Myself, my cousins, and my best friend, we used to go there all the time and hike and spelunk as if it were going out of fashion.

"It's wonderful to be back," I said to myself as I put my toes in the cold lake water. No matter how many times I came back to Utah, I still couldn't believe I was from there. The wide spacious skies and the wide open fields. How did I get so lucky?

I felt my bladder tighten every time the water lapped the shore. I climb up the small in climb, making sure to avoid the tree with a massive beehive. Utah was living up to its name at least, though bees terrified me as I am allergic to their stings.

There was a small building between the lake and the hiking trails and caves that housed the bathrooms. I hoped they were open, and to my surprise, the women's bathroom was indeed unlocked. I walked inside and allowed my eyes to drift around the room with no stalls. It was a big empty room with a toilet and a sink, there was a drain in the middle of the floor.

Probably due to rain; the privacy windows lined where the walls met the ceiling, and had no cover, and Utah got weather. Snow, ice, rain.

The toilet looked like it had been nabbed in the middle of the night from a portable toilet and I frowned, I hated portable bathrooms, and honestly thought about holding it until I made it back to town.

But the town was about twenty-one miles away. And eleven of those twenty-one miles was a bumpy road, which was never easy on bladders. I undid my pants and pulled them and my panties down to my ankles.

I did not sit on the cold gray toilet seat, but rather stood and faced the toilet like a man. It's easier to stand and pee with a cock of seven inches. I began to release my bladder into the toilet in front of me.

I saw a flash go off from the corner of the room, and I realized that this wasn't the women's restroom, it also served as the men's restroom as well and I hadn't locked the other door. The flash scared me as I knew exactly what it was and a rush of embarrassment flooded my cheeks. It was the flash from a camera.

I looked at the door once my vision sharpened and saw a scrawny young man standing there. I gritted my teeth, the arch of urine splashing at his feet. I grabbed him by the shirt collar, I was angry. He hid his camera behind his back.

"Delete the picture!" I growled.

The man took in the cloying smells of the woman's cock, it smelled of vanilla and almond oils. "Please, no! You have such a beautiful cock for such a beautiful woman!" He cried.

"You little pervert! Peeking on a lady as she takes a piss!" I growled, shoving him against the tiled wall that was smeared with dried feces. I let him fall to the ground and watched as he stared up at me with terror in his eyes, but within that terror, there was pleasure. I stepped on his nuts. He opened his mouth to scream in pain. But he wasn't an idiot, he knew better than to piss me off.

I grabbed my thick cock in my small hands, and like a hose pissed into his open mouth, watching it fill before slowly sinking into his throat. I undid my belt, and turned around. Squatting down over his mouth, I pushed and I strained, my fingernails digging into the unshaven flesh of my thighs.

A thick, slimey log slid between my asscheeks. A sickly sulfur smell filled the bathroom, and I heard it plop. I didn't bother to look back to see if I had hit the target, his waiting mouth, I just faced forward waiting for him to swallow his chocolate log. "Where is the flusher on a human toilet?" I hummed, hopefully giving him the hint to chew and to swallow.

"The toilet bowl is empty," his meek voice came filling the bathroom around us.

I stood up erect once more and grabbed his hair, shoving it to my soft hairy asscrack. Like the good toilet slave he was, he began to lap up smeared feces between my cheeks, devouring the feces with his wet tongue. "Wanna schedule another session next week, toilet slave?"

"How about tomorrow?"