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By Cuckoldtoilet A lot of the men who used me when I was a transvestite prostitute in Walkden, Manchester would use my mouth as a toilet and degrade me in many ways.
Not a week went by without me sucking a lot of cocks, getting fucked, and being beaten. I loved the many cocks I was able to suck, and my body got used to the frequent buggering I received. There was another side to the services I offered, the human toilet facility. I allowed men to use my mouth as a toilet for them to piss in, shit in, and in many cases, both. I had been happy to be used as a toilet for many years since I was a teenager. I had always had a low feeling of self worth, and it seemed only right that men should use me to piss and shit on. Mostly it was men pissing on me, but quite a few wanted to shit on me.
The acts of men pissing on me were quite varied. One wanted me to piss in a glass and drink it as he wanked. He would then cum on my face, or stick his cock in my mouth for me to suck him off. Another one wanted me wearing my wig and make up but nothing else, and answer the door to him on my knees. He like to push the door open, unzip his pants and piss in my mouth right down my throat. He would then fuck my mouth till he came, throw the money on the floor, and leave. I came to look forward to his visits.
One guy used to have me kneeling on the floor in my living room as he looked at me and wanked. When he was ready, he would stand up and from two feet away piss in my mouth. After, he would either get me to suck him off or bend me over and fuck me. Some men liked to cum in my mouth or fuck me, and then show their contempt by pissing me before they left. Then there were those who liked me to piss in my dogbowl and wank as they watched me lap it all up.
Then there were the ones who liked to piss on me and shit on me after. A customer had made me a wooden bondage toilet, which I kept in the bedroom. Whenever anyone wanted to shit on me, I would lay on the floor with my head in the toilet-box. They would then sit on the toilet seat of the box and, when they were ready, shit on me, on my face. Sometimes it would cover a lot of my face, other times a turd or too landed in my mouth. I would lay there until they stood up, awaiting instructions. Mostly they would stand there wanking at the sight of me laying there with my face covered in their shit, or with it in my mouth. Other times, they would tell me to eat it. I would try to gulp their turds down as fast as possible, to avoid too much gagging, but sometimes they wanted me to eat it slowly, so they could see their turds slowing disappearing from my mouth to my throat.
One man came along, had me suck his cock,, and then put a suppository up his arse. He told me to lay down and put my head in the toilet box and he sat on the seat. Ten minues later, he unleashed a torrent of diarrhea straight into my mouth. It was terrible, I started to gag but he told me insistently to swallow all his diarrhea. I did, but I puked it up afterwards. I didn’t see him again.
One Asian guy in his mid-forties, who looked a professional type of man, had a ritual he always followed to the letter. He would bring a clear plastic decorating sheet with him. He would instruct me to unfurl it and place it over the carpet in my living room. He would tell me to kneel, and would piss all over my face and body until I was covered in his piss. Then he would crouch over my face and shit in my mouth. There were always at least two turds. He would then sit on the couch and tell me to eat it. He never wanted sex, just to use me as a toilet.
After a while, he started turning up each time with a small plastic bag which contained turds which he had harvested from his toilet at home, and which had been left there by one or more of his family. He never said who. He would wait until we had gone through the usual performance, and then when I had finished eating the last of his shit that he had dumped in my mouth he would pass me the bag containing the shit he had brought with him, and commanded me to eat it. I did it each time, because on those occasions I felt that he was my master.
One day the same thing happened, but when we had gone through the session and he handed me the bag of shit he had brought, he told me it was dogshit. Sure enough, when I looked in the bag I could see it was not human turds. I remember hesitating longer than I should have done, and he shouted at me telling me to eat the dog turds. There were three or four of them in the bag, I can’t remember exactly how many, but I started eating them. I only managed two dog turds before I vomited all over the floor. He surprised me by jumping up and pushing my head down into my own vomit, and stuck his cock up me for the first time, raping me as violently as he could and telling me to lick up the vomit. When he came up me, he pulled up his pants and left, leaving me laying in the mess. He never came back again.
I still kept on letting men piss and shit on me all the time I was a transvestite prostitute, because I reckoned it was my place to be used that way.
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