Lilli and I always enjoyed a good time together, laughing and enjoying each other's company. One day, she came to my house for a visit. As we were catching up, I couldn't help but think about how much we both loved using men as our personal toilets. I knew my toilet was nearby, just waiting to be used.
I took Lilli to my personal toilet room and explained how it all worked. This toilet was designed specifically for us to use as a human toilet bowl. It had a specially-designed chair that had a hole in the bottom, under which we could see our visitor. I told her that when she was ready, she should sit down and let nature take its course.
Lilli seemed excited about the whole idea. She sat on the chair, spreading her legs slightly and relaxing her sphincter. I couldn't help but feel a bit aroused myself as I watched her lower half. I knew what was coming and I couldn't wait to see it.
Soon enough, her anal muscles relaxed and out came a large, warm deposit of feces. It landed right in front of her face and she couldn't help but grin widely. She reached down and started rubbing it into her skin, moaning softly as she did so. The smell was strong but somehow erotic, and I found myself getting harder just watching her.
Next, it was my turn. I sat on the chair, feeling the cool metal against my skin. I knew what was expected of me and I wasn't going to disappoint. I gave a small push, feeling the hot liquid spray hit my face. I could see how much Lilli was enjoying this and I decided to go all out.
I leaned forward, opening my mouth as wide as possible. Her warm piss filled my mouth, coating my tongue and teeth. I swallowed it down, savoring the unique taste. As the piss started to flow a little slower, I reached for her ass and started rubbing her feces onto my face.
We stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the sensation of being used by the toilet. When we were finally done, I pulled out the toilet plunger and started plunging it in and out of Lilli's overflowing asshole. She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head as I emptied every last drop of her excrement from her ass.
Finally, we were finished. We stood up and looked down at our toilet friend. He was still there, lying on the ground, covered in our waste. We couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as we saw how much he had taken for us.
I took him out of the toilet room and into the kitchen. I grabbed a sponge and some water, cleaning him up the best I could. As I worked, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this toilet. He was strong and willing, always ready to take whatever we had to offer him.
After cleaning him up, I gave him a plate of food as a reward for his service. He smiled weakly, still a bit dazed from everything that had just happened. We laughed together, thanking him for being a good toilet and promising that we would use him again soon.
