“I’ve been trying here long enough. It’s time for you to earn something for our household too,” my step-aunt told me yesterday, and my head spun a little. I’ve lived with my aunt since I was little—my mother didn’t want me, and God knows who my father is. I was lucky that my mother’s half-sister took me in; otherwise, I would have ended up in an orphanage.
When my aunt started talking about me needing to earn something, I vaguely guessed what she meant, and it shook me up. I felt a strange mix of fear and curiosity, and though I hate to admit it, even excitement. I had no idea what horror awaited me…
I had an idea what she was talking about. I know something about how she earns extra money. She invites all sorts of shady men over and does all kinds of filthy things with them. I’ve never seen it with my own eyes, but I can imagine. I’m not stupid. Besides, my aunt never made any secrets when it came to sex—she explained everything to me long ago. She even taught me how to masturbate, and way back, we used to lick and finger each other, and she shoved various dildos inside me. That was her idea. Back then, it felt really weird and shameful, but I also kind of liked it. I was also a little afraid to tell her I didn’t want it, and in truth, I kind of did want it…
Until yesterday, I’d never been with a guy, but my hymen must have been broken long ago.
“You’ve surely noticed some of those men who come to see me. Well, Mr. Miller has taken a liking to you. He really likes you and wants to have fun with you. He offered me money for it, and besides, he’s a very nice man. So I promised him I’d provide you.”
I must have looked terrified because my aunt immediately smiled encouragingly.
“Don’t worry, maybe you’ll like it. And even if you don’t, remember—we’ll get money for it.” Then her expression turned stern. “And also remember, I feed you out of the goodness of my heart. I don’t have to do it at all, so I’d advise you to like it. And if you don’t, you’ll obediently let him do whatever he wants to you.”
Then she looked mysterious and smiled a little. “This man sometimes has very… special requests… but don’t worry, you’ll handle it… right?”
“Yes, I’ll let him do whatever he wants to me.” I noticed my voice was shaking as I said it, but I couldn’t help it.
My aunt smiled contentedly and said, “It’s good that you’re a little scared—Mr. Miller will really like that.”
And he really did like it. He was a smiling older man, very kind at first glance, and I’d never have guessed what he’d end up doing to me last night.
At first, it surprised me that he looked at me and occasionally touched me quite gently, but at the same time, he acted like I wasn’t even there and only spoke to my aunt. Even about me. He said things like, “She’s beautiful, thank you so much, it’ll definitely be wonderful with her, I’ve never had such a little princess before…”
Meanwhile, he slowly undressed me until I was completely naked, and I felt a little embarrassed. Then he closely examined and groped different parts of my body, almost like a doctor would.
Then I had to lie on the bed on my back, spread my legs and arms so I looked like the letter X. They tied me to the bed so I couldn’t move at all. Supposedly to make sure I’d really let him do whatever he wanted. By then, I was pretty scared. But I also kind of liked it—though I still didn’t know what horror awaited me.
He decided to tie up my aunt too, who stayed in the room with us. At first, she thought it was weird, but she quickly let herself be convinced, and he tied her to a chair. I think she ended up liking it too. Who knows what he did with her before he decided to have fun with me…
Then he undressed too and spent a while looking at us, helpless to move, before slowly approaching me. For a moment, he stood motionless above me, staring. His stiff little dick was just a few centimeters from my face. I’d never seen one so close before—only in pictures. But like this, it was much prettier. I liked how it looked.
“She really is beautiful, such a beautiful little pussy. This will be one of my best experiences,” he told my aunt. He acted like I was some kind of object or something…
For a while, he stroked my belly with his hands, then moved higher and groped my breasts. I kind of liked that too. I noticed he smelled a little of sweat, but not too much. It was bearable.
“How much will you want if I fuck her mouth?” he asked my aunt.
“That’s the cheapest I can offer—$22.”
“Okay,” he said happily.
First, he shoved two fingers into my mouth to see how I handled it. I remembered how we’d practiced this with my aunt when she shoved a dildo into my mouth. I was supposed to learn not to touch it with my teeth, to let it slide smoothly over my lips and tongue, occasionally touching the roof of my mouth—but never my teeth.
Now, as he thrust his fingers into my mouth, I tried not to touch them with my teeth, just like with the dildo back then. After a while, he must have thought I was doing well because he pulled his fingers out and stroked my face with his dick.
Finally, I felt what it was like when he touched me with it. It was strange—I can’t describe it, but it was kind of nice.
Eventually, he climbed onto the bed, squatting over my head, took my head in his hands, and shoved his dick deep into my mouth. My vision darkened, and my head spun.
For the first time in my life, I have a man’s dick in my mouth, I thought.
The smell and taste of his penis seemed to fill my whole head. Like my entire head had turned into one giant dick. I had such weird feelings.
His dick grew wetter in my mouth, and I started tasting something salty and slightly bitter. The wetness of his dick mixed with my saliva. I couldn’t tell how long it lasted.
Somewhere above me, I heard him panting and saying to my aunt,
“It’s so nice to fuck her little mouth.”
“I believe it, but surely you don’t plan to leave just $22?”
“Of course not, I’ve got more planned. Just out of curiosity, how much would it cost if I came in her mouth and insisted she swallow every last drop?”
This terrified me. I’d known for a long time that oral sex existed and that men ejaculate during orgasm, but it never occurred to me that someone would insist on cumming in my mouth and then demand I swallow it.
Sperm isn’t food! What if I don’t like the taste?
But I knew—my aunt feeds me out of kindness, so I should try.
Besides, I already had a little semen in my mouth. I knew it wasn’t the full ejaculation yet, but that men leak a little before orgasm.
I focused on the taste and had to admit—it wasn’t bad. If it tasted like this when he came, I could probably swallow it.
My aunt told him she’d let him cum in my mouth and that I’d swallow it for another $22.
I was preparing myself for it when he pulled his dick out of my mouth and asked how much a classic fuck would cost.
She said $43.
Before I knew it, he lay on top of me and shoved it into my pussy. It went in pretty smoothly because, like I said, my hymen was long gone, and I was a little wet now—what he was doing excited me.
He started thrusting slowly. Since I was tied up and couldn’t move at all, I really felt like an object. I felt his weight on me, his warmth, the smell of his sweat. The only thing that bothered me a little was how he panted in my face.
“It’s so nice to fuck her,” Mr. Miller smiled at my aunt. “How much for her ass? I’ll save that for next time, but still—how much?”
“You pig,” my aunt said, a little reproachfully. “Well, what can I do? For $65, you can have her little ass.”
I’d heard about anal sex before. It never really occurred to me whether I’d ever want to try it. I didn’t know what it would be like. What Mr. Miller was doing to me now felt kind of nice, so maybe that wouldn’t be bad either…
But after what he ended up doing to me last night, I’m not looking forward to him coming back.
“And what if she became a toilet maiden?” Mr. Miller asked in a mysterious voice.
I didn’t really understand what he meant, but I was already starting to feel a little sick.
“What if I pissed on her?”
“Another $22.”
“And what if I pissed in her mouth… of course, she’d obediently drink it, no spitting.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. Could someone really want to piss on me?! And even worse—want me to drink his piss?!!!
I didn’t understand at all. I wanted to run, but I was tied up so I couldn’t move. I felt sick.
I was horrified when I heard my aunt sigh and say,
“Ugh, you’re really awful. Fine, for $87, you can piss in her mouth, and we’ll make her drink every last drop of your piss.”
When I heard I’d have to drink piss, it sounded even more disgusting than before. And I still didn’t know what was coming next.
“And what if I shit on her?” he said, and I almost fainted.
“Forget that,” my aunt said, sounding scared. “Now you’re going too far.”
“Come on, you never let me have anything… I just want to fully enjoy my toilet maiden.” He looked at me and whispered, “You know how cute she’d look covered in shit.”
“I don’t see anything cute about it. Besides, I think I’ve already allowed you plenty.” My aunt sounded a little upset, and I was glad she didn’t want to let him shit on me.
“I’m not asking for free,” Mr. Miller insisted.
He was thrusting into me harder now, clearly enjoying persuading my aunt.
“I’ll pay well.”
“I said no,” my aunt repeated, but she didn’t sound as firm as before. She spoke uncertainly, like she was hesitating.
“Then let me.”
I was afraid of how this would end. That my aunt might give in after all.
“You’re really terrible. First, I give you my underage stepdaughter. You have my permission to fuck every hole she has. You can cum in her mouth, and she’ll swallow every last drop of your cum. When we fucked together, we tried all kinds of filthy things—you wanted to piss on me and piss in my mouth. I found it disgusting, so I offered you my daughter instead—you can piss on her all you want, and if you want, she’ll drink your piss until she’s steaming. And that’s still not enough for you? What else do you want?”
“I want to shit on her,” Mr. Miller replied calmly.
“And I’ll pay more for that than anything else.”
I wanted to see my aunt’s expression, but I was tied up so I couldn’t even move my head. I was afraid she’d let him do it in the end.
“It’s not just about money. I’d never let you shit on me—I’d sooner let you shit on my daughter. But the stench when she’s smeared with shit on her face—I’d have to smell it too, and I really don’t want that.”
For a while, he thrust silently, looking sadly into my terrified eyes—and that look must have turned him on terribly.
“For money, you could sacrifice a little.”
After a moment of silence, she cautiously asked, “And if I let you, will that be the last thing you want to do with her?”
Hope flashed in his eyes. “There’s one more thing. If you let me do this, I’ll stop. There are practices that don’t interest me at all—like spanking or BDSM. But that last thing… you could probably guess what I want…”
“I don’t have the energy for riddles today.”
Then he suddenly pulled out of me. I didn’t know what he’d do next, and I was terrified.
He climbed onto the bed, squatting over my face, and before I could process what was happening, he shoved four fingers into my mouth so I couldn’t close it.
Right above my mouth was his asshole.
“Well, it’s simple. First, I wanted to piss on her. Then I wanted to piss in her mouth. Now I want to shit on her. Then…”
I wanted to throw up.
“Forget that,” my aunt shrieked, but she sounded more scared than stern.
“Ugh, I knew why I tied you up. Now I don’t have to ask you anything. I only did all that persuading for fun—it turned me on. But now nothing will stop me from shitting into our little princess’s mouth, my toilet maiden.”
“You pig,” my aunt squeaked.
“I’m no pig. I’ll still pay well for it.”
His voice made it clear he was already pushing.
I felt movement in his ass and heard a faint hiss from there. A horribly stinky gust of air blew into my forcibly opened mouth. My stomach lurched, and I made a gagging sound.
Something started emerging from his asshole, and soon it fell straight into my mouth.
I realized—I have shit in my mouth.
Tears burst from my eyes. Soon, my mouth was full, and more fell out of his ass, but it didn’t fit in my mouth anymore, so it landed on my face.
I tried to endure the disgusting taste of the slimy mass in my mouth.
When he finished, he sighed in relief, sat motionless for a moment, then started collecting the pieces on my face and shoving them back into my mouth where there was still space. He also smeared some on my face.
I cried, and his shit mixed with my tears.
Then, for the first time, he spoke to me, smiling sweetly:
“Well, look how good you look, my little toilet maiden. My little toilet. You’re so cute with shit in your mouth, crying.”
Now he was squatting over my face but facing me. His little dick was just millimeters from my mouth.
I wanted to shake my head to help get the shit out of my mouth, but I couldn’t move it. Sometimes I managed to spit out a piece, but he immediately shoved it back in, clearly enjoying it.
My aunt had been staring in shock the whole time, but now she finally spoke up:
“For God’s sake, stop tormenting her.”
“I’ll pay $217 for this. Now, and every time I do it again, I’ll pay the same amount.”
That got my aunt’s attention.
“Yeah,” Mr. Miller continued, “but she’ll have to eat at least a little.”
This time, I sobbed out loud.
“Endure it,” my aunt said imperiously. “Don’t forget everything I’ve done for you—voluntarily. So now you’ll sacrifice a little. Don’t forget, I’m not obligated to feed you.”
“O-okay,” I stammered as Mr. Miller pulled the shit out of my mouth. I tried not to throw up.
“Will you eat a little piece of shit?” Mr. Miller asked.
“Yes, sir, I’ll eat a little piece of shit.”
“You’re a toilet. Say what you are.”
“I’m a toilet.”
Mr. Miller broke off a piece of shit and told me to open my mouth. I obediently opened it, and he slowly slid the piece inside. Tears still streamed down my face, but I wasn’t as disgusted anymore.
“Now, to help you swallow, you’ll get a little liquid. And since you’re a toilet, guess what liquid you’ll get?”
Then he started pissing into my mouth. He stopped immediately and told me not to move because toilets don’t move. He also said my hair was the flush handle and that he’d flush now—so he yanked my hair, and I swallowed.
With the piss, it went down pretty easily.
We repeated this a few more times. Mr. Miller loved it.
I got better and better at it and managed to swallow all his waste. I was handling it pretty well and was glad for that. I just felt a little overfull.
After a while, I burped, which gave me some relief, but the disgusting taste came back for a moment before fading again.
Then he put on a condom and kept fucking me.
As he did, he whispered sweetly in my ear:
“You’re such a cute little toilet. It’s so nice to shit in you. I shat in you so nicely. There’s nothing like shitting in you and then fucking you. You can’t do that with any other toilet—only you. You’re the best toilet in the world. I’ll recommend you to my friends so they can come shit in you too.”
This scared me again, but I was so exhausted and broken that I didn’t even care anymore.
As he spoke, he came.
I thought my suffering was finally over for today—but I was wrong.
When he ordered me to open my mouth, I didn’t have the strength to think about what he’d do—I just obeyed.
He squeezed the contents of the condom into my mouth.
Again, I felt terribly sick. The cum tasted like slimy rubber—just a disgusting, bitter slop.
Before I could recover, he rolled the condom onto my tongue like it was a little dick.
I couldn’t get the cum out of my mouth properly, so I tried to overcome my revulsion and swallowed it—that was the only way.
After that, I just felt weird sensations in my stomach and thought I’d throw up. Luckily, it passed after a while.
I thought he’d finally untie us now, but he said he was too tired and needed to rest first. So he left us there for what felt like an hour.
I lay there tied up, fucked out, my stomach full of shit, piss, and cum, a used condom on my tongue—and I felt awful.
But he paid well, and since he promised to pay even more next time, my aunt agreed that I’d be a toilet maiden for him and his friends.
I didn’t handle it very well the first time, but maybe next time will be better. Eventually, I’ll get used to it.
After all, I have to sacrifice a little for everything my aunt does for me. Every dollar helps.
So, if any of you have money to spare and feel like doing to a girl what I’ve just described—come to us.
You can fuck all my holes. You can cum in my mouth, and I’ll obediently swallow every last drop. I’ll drink cum straight from the condom or from a glass.
You can piss and shit on me. You can piss and shit in my mouth. I’ll drink piss and swallow shit until I’m steaming…
I’m waiting for you.
-> Part 2