The old office building was run down. The once white neighborhood wasnow all black, and the area was constantly affected by crime. In the NolanBuilding, the first seven floors were vacant. Only the ninth floor was insteady use, and this was a black publishing company known as "Sepia Review".
The total office personnel consisted of the owner, Mrs. Jardine, a blackwoman in her early fifties, and eleven female staff members. Four werestenographers, and the remaining seven were responsible for putting togethereach monthly issue. On this particular day, everyone was quite unhappy.Another white advertiser had dropped his monthly ad. That terrible act was thefifth in the past month.
None of the white bookstores or white newsstands wanted to carry "SepiaReview". "God damn white capitalists, they tell us to make it on our own, butwhen we try, they won't even offer a helping hand." This was Ann Thompsonspeaking, a tall, extremely well-built black stenographer. She had a very liveaudience in the girls that were listening. At this moment, each of them hatedMister Whitey.
Mrs. Jardine had already informed them that the magazine might go underwithin the year, but that there would be no layoffs before that time.
Each night, the girls always went down in groups of two or three,because the elevators were not safe in this almost deserted building.
The owner held on to it because he knew its value would skyrocket in thenext three years. Mrs. Jardine's company paid his upkeep expenses.
By contractual agreement, the owner was required to supply a full timecustodian to take care of the office needs, empty the trash, clean theoffices, and in general supply the necessary custodial services.
Francis Ipano was twenty three, a previously unemployed high schoolgraduate, fairly good-looking, and white. The building owner gave him the jobonly because Francis did not request a big salary. His duties were fairlysimple: keep the place clean, and see Mrs. Jardine about any office needs shemight have.
Ann Thompson had her desk right at the front door. At one time she hadbeen the receptionist, but now, no one visited. They were too afraid of theneighborhood. Behind Ann sat Joyce, very tall yet very feminine in an almostAmazonian way. The other girls occupied desks all the way back to the glassenclosed office where Mrs. Jardine tried to keep the company together.
Although the miniskirt was now obsolete, both Ann and Joyce wore themevery day. They were sort of trying to out-do each other, but they wereinseparable friends. The only panties they ever wore were soft pink nylonbikinis with lace trim. It seems that a traveling store buyer once sold them agross for a very good price, probably because they were hot, and now each girlowned seventy-two pairs of pink lace panties.
When you work in an office day in and day out with no visitors, you tendto relax in the way you sit, sometimes exposing yourself. Ann had fallen intothis habit. Joyce was the same way, but her desk had a closed front, whileAnn's was wide open, exposing her lower waist to anyone who might come to theglass- paneled door. On this particular day, she was sitting very carelessly,legs wide open, slouched down at her desk so that part of her marvelousposterior was hanging off the edge of the chair. Her panties had worked theirway into the hairy folds of her cunt, and the sight being offered was erotic,to say the least.
Now, Francis was about to leave the elevator to meet Mrs. Jardine, totell her he was the new custodian. The old black janitor had retired.
Ann was busy reading 'Cosmopolitan', and did not notice Francisapproaching the front door. He stopped. His eyes could not miss the bizarredisplay of black thighs and pink lace panties. He kept staring, feeling anerection begin to grow immediately. The crotch of her panties had completelysunk into the full soft folds of her cunt lips, allowing Francis to see thevery lips themselves and the black forest of hair surrounding them. Herbuttock cheeks were also there to see, as they hung fully below the edge ofthe chair. He was breathing very erratically.
She glanced up, but Francis did not catch her eyes as they watched his.She did not move. Quietly she called to Joyce to attract her attention, andboth women sat there watching as Francis as he stared at the mysterious spotall girls have. His hand touched his crotch, rubbing ever so gently. Then hesaw her looking. His hand fell to his side, his face turned scarlet, and heseemed to jump.
Ann kept smiling at him. He lowered his eyes and entered the office. Hisred cheeks were so damn obvious. He approached Ann's desk.
"Yes, may I be of assistance?" She tried to sound very businesslike, butshe was ready to crack up laughing at his nervous state. "Good morning, ma'am.I'm your new custodian, and I'm supposed to see Mrs. Jardine."
"Oh, is that all you is? Here I was, using my best office voice, and youain't nothing but a honky cleanup man - or should I say 'boy'? Wait a minute."She used the intercom. "Mrs. Jardine, the new custodian is here. Yes ma'am,right away." Looking back at Francis, she smirked, "Okay, white boy, you goright down this aisle here to that funny glass room. You got that?"
He stumbled by her desk, almost tripping. Joyce and Ann were watchinghim very closely. He was strange.
After he entered Mrs. Jardine's office, Joyce turned to Ann. "What doyou make of that honky? He seemed all shook up, didn't he? He was staring atyour pussy all that time? Why, you black floozy!" They both broke up laughing.
Mrs. Jardine was busy explaining Francis' duties to him. She was notprejudiced in the least, and treated him very warmly. "Now, you go down to myreceptionist, Miss Ann Thompson, and she will show you where the shreddingsare that must be picked up every day. I hope you enjoy your job here, Francis,and good luck."
Joyce watched him as he approached Ann. She did not bother to turn toface him, and after a very awkward and silent moment, he walked around to thefront of her desk. Ann kept on reading 'Cosmopolitan'. He stood there quietlywhile Joyce stared at him quizzically. He shifted from foot to foot, and soonPam and Louise had stopped working to join in with Joyce, staring at thisgrown man waiting for Ann to acknowledge him. Ann knew he was there; she wasjust playing games with him. She wanted to see just how long this honky wouldstand there.
Finally, he choked out a word. "Ma'am?" Silence. "Ma'am?" Ann did notlook up. "Yes?" she replied quietly. He almost whispered. "Mrs. Jardine saidyou would show me where the shredding pickups are to be made." Ann did notbudge. "Alright, but wait until I finish this article." Now the girls hadwhispered to one another, and everyone was staring at Francis. Ann continuedto read. Francis did not budge from the spot.
He knew this was foolish. After all, he did not work for them, but forthe owner, Mr. Quinn. Perhaps he should walk over to the table, pick up amagazine, and read while he waited for this very direct female to be ready forhim. He felt all of their eyes staring at him. He turned in the direction ofthe small table, but Ann stopped him without even raising her eyes. She knewall of the fellow workers were watching with erotic interest. Ann liked anaudience. "Just where do you think you're going?"
Francis stopped cold. "Just to pick up a magazine, Ma'am, if that'salright?" Ann waited until she was sure her group was listening. "No, it's notalright. You stay put until I'm ready!"
Now you could hear a pin drop. All of the typewriters were silent. Onlythe turning of a page was heard as Ann continued her reading. Francis got red,then more so. Joyce was trying to hold a giggle in. Pam stood up. She couldnot really believe that this was happening. Francis swayed uneasily, as hisfeet seemed to be getting numb. He wanted to shift from one foot to the other,but was too afraid to move. Minutes ticked by. Five, then ten. This wasunbelievable. Why was he allowing this to happen?
Finally, Ann closed the magazine and stood up. She smoothed out herminiskirt, looked at the girls knowingly, and took off. "Follow me." Franciswas caught off guard, but when he realized that she was about to show him hisjob, he sort of jumped forward nervously and caught up to her, but stayed afew inches behind her left shoulder. Soon they were out of sight.
"Hey, Joyce, what the hell was that all about? Ann acted like she ownedthat honky. Why the hell did he stay there all that time?" Joyce smiled.
"I think Ann owns our new janitor. You get that, Pam? You get mymeaning? That guy was cooked the minute he saw Ann's pussy. Man, I'll betshe's having a ball with him right now."
"That's shredder number 1. Every day, you get every scrap of paper frominside it and around it, and take it down to the big incinerator in thebasement. The same goes for shredders 2, 3, and 4. You got that? And I meanevery shred. Also, there are two bathrooms, one right down the hall thateveryone uses, and a smaller one up on the tenth floor. I know that the tenthfloor is deserted, but Joyce and I use the one up there. It gives us theprivacy to smoke a joint and talk freely when it's slow down here. I don'thave to tell you that both bathrooms are to be kept spotless, especially theone that Joyce and I use."
"Twice weekly, you mop the offices. On Friday, you clean Mrs. Jardine'soffice. I guess that's all for now. Do you have any questions?" Francis hadnone. All the time that she had been talking, Francis stared at her with greatinterest, trying to please her with his intention of doing a good job. Shewaited. He did not know what to say or do. They were all alone in the cuttingroom, with only the background noise breaking the silence. She walked over tothe old wooden desk in the corner, giving Francis a slow, full picture of herrounded but firm buttocks. She then hiked her short skirt up nearly to herwaist and sat on the edge of the desk. Her legs were wide open, and Francisbegan to salivate as his eyes had to peer into the warm, dark vision. Annloved it. His whole docile manner. What a yo yo he was, she thought toherself.
She saw the erection forming in his tan work pants. She let him look afew more minutes, and then told him that he had better get started with theshredders since they had not been emptied in almost a week. She left him andreturned to the office. The minutes she walked in, all the girls were up andat her desk, wanting to know what had happened with the new honky custodian.Ann sat there, smiling at them, patiently listing their questions in her mind.
"Now, I'm sure that you innocents will have no idea of what I'm talkingabout, but that skinny white boy is what I call slave material. See, you girlsdon't even know what I'm talking about, do you? Hey, Leslie honey, rememberthat day you were complaining to me that black men don't like to French? Well,that white boy that just left here will eat your pussy until summertime if youtell him to. Dig? TELL him to. Oh, what's the use - it just doesn't ring abell, does it? Did you all see how scared he was? Doesn't that make youwonder? What do you think a straight guy would have done? Do you think hewould have stayed put in one place for that long? Whitey did, though!"
The girls were all just staring at her with blank looks on their faces.Not Joyce, though. She had been friends with Ann for over ten years, and theyhad read about males who were like this Francis. "Hey Joyce, how about you andme having lunch together today? I want to talk to you about something."
Francis worked hard in the shredding room. The week long build up ofpaper had made the job that much more difficult. He got over seven barrels ofshredded paper from each shredding room. When Joyce and Ann entered theelevator to go to lunch, Francis was only thirty feet away, working on thesecond shredding room. The girls went to the Capri Lounge because Ann saidthat she wanted to have a drink with lunch. After the cocktails were served,Ann settled back, smiled at Joyce, and began what was destined to become themost bizarre conversation that they had ever had together.
"Joyce, honey, you remember that night about a year ago, when we readthat magazine about dominant females? Do you remember what we talked about?C'mon, Joyce, what were we talking about that night? Remember?
It was pouring rain, and we had just looked at the picture of the nakedguy in chains." Joyce looked at her. "Yeah! I can see you remember! Well,Joyce, I had an idea today. I think it's really wild, but I won't go throughwith it unless you think it'd be fun too."
Joyce sipped her drink, half laughing, half staring in astonishment ather closest friend. "Ann, I don't know what you got in mind, but you got THATlook, and this is the first time we drank our lunch in a long time. But I'mgame, honey, to anything you say."
Ann swallowed the rest of her drink, ordered another, and then startedto talk again. "I got the idea just as we started talking a little while ago.It has something to do with that other bathroom on the tenth floor. You know,our little private bathroom. Are you with me, girl? Oh shit, I hope so!"
Ann began to unfold her bizarre plan to Joyce. The young woman's eyesjust got wider and wider. "You've got to be kidding, Ann, you've just got tobe." Ann smiled. "Why, Joyce? Everybody talks and talks and talks, but you andI got us a chance to really do something wild. You know you want to, don'tyou? If you chicken out now, Joyce, we'll never get another chance. If we pullthat fuse in the elevator, then no one, not even that new janitor, can get tothe tenth floor. The stairs aren't safe. And no one would want to, since thetenth floor is deserted. C'mon, Joyce, what do you say?"
Finally, they ordered another drink and shook hands. It was all set.That evening they would meet at Ann's to discuss their plan of attack. It wasvery risky, but if they did it right, it would work, and they would feel soerotic just knowing what they did. That evening they lay in bed in eachother's arms and went over everything in detail, time and time again. Whenthey finally fell asleep, Joyce was lying at Ann's feet with her face restingon the full brown thigh.
The following morning, Ann kept her eyes peeled for Francis. She had togive him orders in a very nonchalant way so that he would be at the tenthfloor bathroom at exactly noon. At ten-thirty that morning she saw him passher office on his way to the third shredding room. She told Pam that she wasgoing to take a coffee break, and left the office. Joyce watched her leave,knowing where she was going, and feeling her heart beat faster at the thoughtof what was yet to come.
Francis did not hear her coming in. He was picking loose scraps of paperup from the floor and loading them into a big trash bag. When she spoke, healmost lost his balance turning toward her. She loved the fear that seemed tocome over him whenever he saw her. No words were spoken, but they both knewthe power she had simply by being there. "How's it going, Francis? Catching onto all the rules? Good. You just might work out if you stay on the ball and doas you're told."
Francis could not help but to answer her with his head downcast. Sheliked that. It showed respect, but more importantly, fear. "Today I want toshow you how I want the bathroom on the tenth floor cleaned for Joyce and me,so I want you up there at today at noon sharp. Do I detect a question in yourface? No ifs, ands, or buts, Francis. You be there at twelve exactly, andJoyce and I will instruct you on how to keep OUR private bathroom just the waywe want it."
With that, she came closer and pinched his cheek, which made his face adeep scarlet. "I like you, Francis, do you know that? I think you're verysweet. I like a man who knows his place, and you know your place, don't you?Do you know what a slave is, Francis? No? Well, you and I should talk aboutthat someday. You would be perfect. See you at twelve."
With that, she was gone. Francis was trembling. He did not want to meetthem on the tenth floor. He was afraid of them, especially Ann. Perhaps theyreally wanted to show him how to clean the bathroom properly. For two daysnow, he had tried to avoid this very attractive black girl who scared him justby being in his presence. But he knew he had to be there at twelve or thisgirl was going to be very angry, and for some unknown reason, he did not wantto anger her.
It was eleven forty-five, and Joyce was standing by Ann's desk. She wasvery nervous and Ann sensed it. "Relax, baby. This is going to be fun for usfor a long time. Try to look at it as fun, okay?" Joyce smiled.
She was looking forward to carrying out their plans, but she was scared,too. Her panties were damp, so she knew in her heart that the idea wasappealing to her.
It was a slow day, and both Joyce and Ann had permission to take twohours for lunch instead of one, on the pretense of shopping. At twelve noon,they made sure the hallway was empty, and they boarded the elevator for thetenth floor.
Francis was waiting. He had been there for almost twenty frighteningminutes. He did not know why he came up so early - he just did. He had notbeen able to concentrate on his work since Ann had spoken to him that morning.He wished that she was coming alone instead of with the other girl, but he hadnothing to say about it, one way or the other.
The tenth floor was empty space, cold, dark, and deserted. The bathroomwas about eighty feet from the elevator doors, and Francis was standingoutside of it waiting for the elevator light to blink red. He knew that hisheart was going to leap into his throat once it did. He had peeked into thebathroom earlier. It was definitely a ladies room, still usable, still quitefashionable. There were five stalls. Four were still functional, but the lastone, near the window, was empty. The toilet had been removed, but the pipesstill remained in the cold tile floor.
The red light blinked. He jumped. His eyes stared as the doors slowlyparted, and then he saw Ann and Joyce walking toward him. They were so big.Not fat - in fact they were lean and shapely. But tall. And feminine. In highheels they both had a good six inches on him.
Francis was very slim, and hardly five feet nine inches tall. As theygot closer, he felt their eyes looking more and more down at him instead of athim. "Well, I see that you're punctual, Francis. That's good. Do you knowJoyce? No? Well, Joyce, say hello to Francis. He's going to keep our toiletsnice and clean for us."
Both girls could see how scared he was, and this only increased theiranticipation of what they were planning to do. Francis had to follow them intothe sunlit tile-covered room. He stood there very red faced as Ann opened onof the stall doors. She called him over, pointing to the bowl, where insidethe water lay quietly.
"Now, Francis, I want these bowls to be spotless. No stains, no marks,just sparkling white porcelain. And get some of those blue disinfectant thingsthat go into the tank. Oh darn, I have to pee. Hold on for minute, Francis."He was standing just inside the cubicle, and Joyce was right behind him. Annbegan to lift her skirt, and he started to turn away. "Relax, Francis, you canwatch. We're friends, aren't we? There is no need for you to be shy with Joyceand me, is there?"
She pulled her pink lace panties down to her knees and sat on the coldseat, spreading her legs with her dress up around her hips. Francis tried tolook away, but his eyes were drawn to the black pussy on display. Joyce wassoaking her panties with tiny orgasms. "Hey, Francis, your eyes are going toburn a hole in my pussy. Is this the first pussy you ever saw?" He got redderand redder. He could not speak. "Hey, are you a virgin? Well, I'll be damned,you are a virgin."
She had wiped herself, and was pulling her panties up, dropping herskirt down over her shapely legs. Then she pointed to the window. "I want thatwindow cleaned inside and out, so that there is plenty of natural sunlight inhere all the time. And these basins - get the stains out and keep themspotless." Now came the moment that Ann and Joyce had worried so much about.The test. Was Francis really putty in their hands? First came the simple test,and if it worked, then came the rest of the plan.
Ann turned to Francis, while Joyce stood just to his left. They bothtowered over him, and his back was against the cold tiled wall. "I am beingnice to you today, Francis, because you are new, but if you fuck up any ofthese chores, do you know what I'm going to do to you?"
Francis shuddered visibly. His eyes could not find any way to avoid bothwomen, who were staring at him intently. His voice sounded girlish as hereplied that he did not know.
Ann gently ran her fingers through his thick black hair, then closed herfingers and pulled upward until he was standing on tiptoe before her. Shebrought her face close to his, until their noses were touching. "If you fuckup, Francis, Joyce and I are going to whip your lily white ass until you can'tstand up. Do you understand? Good, but don't just say 'yes'. Say 'Yes,Mistress Ann' or 'Yes, Mistress Joyce'. Now do you understand? That's a goodboy. I think Joyce and I are going to be very pleased with you. Yes, I do."
She was still pulling upward on his hair, and he just sort of hung thereon tiptoe staring helplessly into her eyes. The tears of humiliation werehiding just beyond his eyelids. Joyce wanted to join in, but there was no roomfor her, so she just stood there to his left, enjoying this erotic sceneecstatically. "Now, Francis, how do we know that you'll be all of the thingsthat we want you to be? You can just tell us you will be, but once I releaseyou, you may just be lying to us. I know you'll say that you aren't, but howdo we know for sure? I say we give you a little test right now, and if youpass it, the we'll know that you'll be a good obedient slave for us, okay,Francis?"
His hair felt as if it was coming out by the roots. He had no choice butto agree, and he answered, "Yes, Mistress Ann." She was delighted. "Youremembered to address us properly. I really am proud of you already, Francis.Aren't you, Joyce?"
Now she pulled harder, and he whimpered babylike. "Before we starttesting you, Francis, I think it's only fair to tell you what Joyce and I arelike when we get pissed off. If you could see us when we lose our tempers, youwould be so scared that you would run out of the room. Do you get my meaning,Francis? When we test you now, I think that the wisest thing for you to do isto obey us immediately, or else you get to see our bad sides. But I'm notworried about you, Francis. You've been doing fine so far."
Now Ann released him, and she and Joyce walked over to the bathroomdoor, and stood there, blocking it. Francis ran his fingers through his scalpto soothe the painful tingling. He then looked at the two
determined black girls, wondering what was coming next. He knew that heintended to pass their test no matter what it was. He knew that they werealone up on this deserted floor, with the nearest person three reinforcedconcrete floors below. He was terrified of Ann. To disobey her might mean realharm, while obedience meant that she would be pleased with him.
He was sure that the test would be something like cleaning a sink or atoilet, and he intended to make it spotless. All of his cleaning supplies werejust outside the door.
"Francis?" He looked at Ann, who was smiling. "Yes, Mistress Ann?" Shestared hard, hoping he would realize what trouble he was in if he failed toobey her NOW. "Take off all of your clothes, Francis!"
The words reached his ears, then his brain. He looked at herquizzically. Then fear set in. Strip? Had he heard her correctly? "You're notobeying me, Francis," she warned. Why his clothes? Did she mean all of them?She was looking very mean now, and so was Joyce. He started to unbutton hisshirt. His fingers trembled so hard he could hardly undo each button. "You'revery slow, Francis. I hope I can control my temper with you."
He laid the shirt on the basin. What should he take off next? He had todo something. He bent over and then removed his shoes and his socks. Now, hehesitated. "Francis, I was very happy with you a few minutes ago. Youaddressed us correctly, and Joyce and I thought we had a nice warm friendshipstarted. But we are getting angry now, and in a minute your ass is going to bevery sorry that you fucked up the way you are doing now. I am going to warnyou for the last time, and I do hope you listen to me. Get your clothes offNOW, Francis!"
Her voice had changed drastically. There was no smile. Her girl friendlooked extremely angry. He dreaded removing any more clothing in this brightlysunlit bathroom in front of these two dominant black girls, but what could hedo? He was afraid not to obey her.
He tugged his tee shirt over his head. He felt so naked already. Hispale chest was almost totally hairless. His hands went to his belt buckle. Hecould not look at either of them as he slid his trousers down to his anklesand stepped out of them. Now, his eyes stayed on the cold floor while hishands seemed to be hiding the crotch of his white jockey shorts. "Francis!"Her voice was deadly warning. He slid the shorts to his ankles and stepped outof them. Now he covered his nakedness with his hands, not daring to look ateither of them.
Joyce shook Ann's hand and whispered in her ear. "Lady, you were rightall this time, weren't you?" Ann smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek.They both studied this nude honky youth cringing before them. Frank had notnoticed the bag in Joyce's hands when the two women had arrived. Ann directedhim to the last stall, the one near the window. The one with no toilet in it.After he entered, she told him to turn around and face the stall door, whichhe did. She liked his ass as he walked into the stall.
Ann reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of pink lace panties. Shehanded them to Francis. "Put these on. A proper slave must be properly dressedin his pretty panties." Francis looked at the floor as he pulled the lacypanties up his legs and into place.
"Now, Francis, have you ever eaten a pussy?" His eyes bulged in hishead. He could not believe that this was really happening to him. Afternoon -most of the world at work or at lunch, and here he was, dressed only in lacygirl's panties in this deserted bathroom with two extremely dominant blackwomen. And now one was going to tell him to do something he had read about,but never even came close to doing.
"Now, you get down on your knees, right here in front of me." He did.His knees were between the rdmaining floor pipes from the removed toilet. Hestared straight ahead at her waist. He saw her dress being raised, then herpale pink panties being slowly pushed down over the lush full hips. Then hesaw her pussy, close up, inches from his eyes. He saw her long legs spread asshe parted her high heeled feet. "Now, Francis dear, you are going to eat mycunt. Just let your head follow my hand."
The hand gathered his hair in once again, but not viciously like before.His head was bent backwards, and then drawn in. The warm full thighs closedover his cheeks and ears. The forest of kinky black hair was pressing againsthis face.
"Okay, slave, start licking." He instantly obeyed the command high abovehim. As his tongue worked feverishly to please her, the strong thighstightened, painfully so, and unnecessarily so. Then he felt something next tohim. It must be the other girl, he thought, but why was she squeezing into thestall too? He kept working on the slick lips of Ann's cunt. His neck hurt fromthe angle she had forced it into.
Something was happening to his wrist. A rope was being tied to it. Hestarted to move, but the legs clamped even tighter, and he could hardlybreathe. Then another rope was tied to his other wrist. Suddenly, Ann backedaway, and Joyce, too, stood up and left the stall. Francis stared at them.Then he realized that his hands were held to his sides, right at the floor. Helooked down to see ropes going from his wrists to the old pipes in the floor.
Now he was terrified. "Please, lady.... I mean, Mistress Ann, why areyou doing this to me? I tried to be like you told me to be, and I will doanything you say, but these ropes are scary." Ann leaned over and lifted hischin up so his eyes met hers. "Do you have any idea why you are tied up inthis particular position in this particular place? The deserted bathroom withthe missing toilet?" She looked right into his eyes. "You're a toilet now,Francis, our toilet. Me and Joyce are going to use you instead of these coldseats in these other stalls. You don't understand, do you? Joyce, get behindhim. Now, you just watch, Francis, okay?"
He had no idea what she was talking about. He felt Joyce working herlong body behind him, and then Ann took the hem of her dress and raised it toher waist. Her panties slid down her hips seductively. But her black forestdisappeared from view as she turned her back to him, presenting a voluptuouspair of shapely ass cheeks. Then Joyce grabbed his hair, and his head wastilted back until he was staring at the ceiling. Now the shapely ass began tosettle downward toward his helpless face.
As the darkness closed in as Ann's ass cheeks enveloped his face, heheard her voice. "If you want to get out of here, Francis, then I'd advise youto open your mouth real wide and take everything that I give you. And swallowit." His mouth opened like a robot. He did not understand even yet what washappening. The hand pulling his hair was brutal. The soft fleshy cheekssettled on his face, getting heavier and heavier as she sat on his face.
Then Ann farted, a long slow, juice-producing fart, and both womenlaughed very vulgarly as the thick ass slime settled into his mouth. Her asswas pressed so tightly to his mouth that he did not even smell it. Ann shiftedher ass back, pressing her thick moist pussy against his lips. Then the floodcame, a torrent of hot golden piss. It filled his mouth, and before he couldswallow, it was running down his chin and dribbling on his chest. He swallowedrepeatedly. Ann pissed in his mouth for what seemed like hours. She must havebeen holding it all day. Then Ann shifted her ass back again, and somethingsoft and warm touched his lips. It was like a spoiled banana and very slipperyand moist. It slid into the cavity of his mouth, and grew. Oh god, it was aturd. He tried to yell out, but the probing softness slid to the back of histhroat and he had to swallow. Ann's long, slippery turd slid continuously downhis throat until her ass closed around the end of it. Francis felt the taperedend slide down his throat and into his stomach.
"Very good, Francis, but you're not done yet. Lick my asshole clean.After all, you're my toilet paper now too, ain't you? Hey, Joyce, have you gotdessert for our hungry little toilet?"
After Francis licked her asshole and pussy shining clean, Ann was up anddressed in seconds. Then she was behind him and his head was tilted back againas Joyce's shapely black ass spread over his wide-open mouth. As Joyce pushedlong hot turds from her ass, she also had repeated orgasms. She was moaningloudly and Ann was laughing at her aroused state. "Hey Joyce, you don't actlike that when you're in bed with me!" Now they both laughed as Francisstruggled to swallow the thick wet turds sliding out of Joyce's pink asshole.He had to swallow so fast he felt sick, but each time the urge was suppressedby a fat slimy turd sliding down his throat.
After Joyce finished, both girls fixed their makeup in the mirror overthe basins and straightened out their clothes. Francis just knelt therewaiting to be untied. His greatest shock was yet to come.
"Hey, Joyce, do you want to tell our slave what we're going to do withhim?" Joyce was delighted. "You aren't going anywhere, Francis baby. This isyour new home. You're our toilet now." Then they left, and Francis knelt therein his pink lace panties, tugging at the ropes and getting nowhere. It gotdark. No sounds could be heard. The bathroom got cold. He cried, he yelled,and soon he slept from sheer exhaustion. He was awakened by Joyce, who wascoming in to work.
"Open up, baby cakes, Mommy has to piss." He felt the hot golden sprayblast from her cunt against the back of his throat. "Swallow it all, pig, orI'll personally break your balls." He drank every drop of Joyce's hot piss andlicked her pussy clean. At lunchtime, Ann came in and forced two huge, shiningwet turds into his mouth. As he licked her empty asshole clean, she noticedtears on his cheeks.
"Hey, Francis, why the tears? You're very lucky, you know that? Joyceand me are going to keep you here until the magazine closes, and then we'retaking you to live with us. You're going to be our maid and our toilet. Webought a big old house, and we're going to fix up a special room just for you.You'll have lots of nice lacy panties and bras to wear under your maid'suniform. And high heels, too. So you shouldn't be crying. By the way, I got akey to the main doors, and I'll be back later tonight with a dress for you,and a black guy. I'm not into guys, but I owe a favor, and this guy lovesfucking virgins up the ass, so you're it, Francis."
Francis was crying as night settled in the window. The cold tile wasrough on his knees. How long would this go on? Then he heard voices, and Annappeared with a huge black guy in African robes. Ann held a bag containinglacy lingerie and had a short black maid's uniform over her arm. The black manopened his trousers to reveal a cock at least fourteen inches long. Tearsstreamed down Francis' face.
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