One sunny afternoon, I found myself in a unique and extraordinary situation. I was at a private toilet service for girls called "Poo19." The establishment was run by four girls: Amina, Yana, Christina, and their boss, Milana. As I waited nervously in the main hallway, Milana emerged from her office and beckoned me forward.
"Okay, boy," she said with a smirk, "it's time for you to see if you're up to the job."
Her words sent a shiver down my spine as I followed her into a small, dimly lit room. In the middle of the room was a low table with four holes cut out of it—one for each girl. I hesitated for a moment before sitting down on the edge of the table, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Relax," Milana chuckled, "it's not like you haven't seen girls naked before, right?"
As if on cue, the first girl stepped forward: Amina. She was tall and curvaceous, her body glowing under the soft light. She leaned over the table, revealing a barely-there thong that did little to hide her ample bottom.
"This is Amina," Milana introduced her with a sly grin. "She'll be your first."
Without waiting for my response, Amina gently placed her moistened, round butt onto the hole in front of me. Her heat radiated through my shorts as she lowered herself onto the table, her breasts swaying enticingly. She shifted slightly, giving me a clear view of her tight, puckered anus.
My mouth went dry as I stared, unable to believe what was happening. Before I could process my thoughts, Amina let out a soft sigh and pushed. A warm gust of air hit my face as her load of thick, well-seasoned pieces of hard shit filled my nostrils.
Feeling simultaneously excited and terrified, I leaned forward and opened my mouth. Amina gave me a sly wink before pulling her ass out of range and watching as I quickly swallowed her offering.
"Not bad," she said with a smirk. "Now it's Yana's turn."
Yana was smaller than Amina, but no less beautiful. She positioned herself over the next hole on the table, adjusting her thong to give me a view of her sleek, hairless pussy. I could tell she had been eating well—there was a contented fullness to her belly that hinted at a delicious meal.
Without hesitation, Yana lowered her glorious ass onto my face. Her freshly scrubbed asshole was still slightly sensitive from Amina's use, making it tight and responsive as she grunted and pushed. The taste was amazing—a delicate blend of herbs, spices, and delicious food.
As Yana finished filling my mouth with her tantalizing load, the other girls clapped and cheered. I shook my head in disbelief, wondering how I'd gotten myself into this situation.
"Great job, boys!" Milana laughed. "You're both doing really well."
With the first two girls satisfied, it was time for Christina to take her turn. She was the shortest and youngest of the four, with a youthful innocence about her that belied her current activities. Her shy smile and nervous giggles didn't last long, though, as she lowered herself onto the table, revealing a tight little anus surrounded by dark tufts of hair.
Her load was different from the others—bitter and with an incomprehensible taste. Later, I asked what she had eaten yesterday, and she replied sheepishly, "buckwheat, pasta with sausage, a curry, a little beet, a kiwi, and a hamburger."
As with the others, I swallowed her offering without hesitation, receiving another round of applause and cheers from the supportive girls. It was an intense and surreal experience, one that left me feeling both exhilarated and slightly queasy.
Finally, it was time for the grand finale: Milana herself. She was the oldest and bossiest of the four, with a commanding presence that filled the room. She positioned herself over the last hole on the table, her thick thighs shaking slightly with anticipation.
"Okay, baby," she purred, grabbing a handful of her ample ass cheeks. "Here it comes."
Her load was massive—the biggest yet. I could feel the weight of it pressing against my face as she lowered herself onto the table, her body trembling with the effort. Her ass cheeks quivered as she grunted and pushed, filling my mouth with thick, warm shit.
When she was finally done, there was a moment of silence as we all caught our breath. It was a magical encounter, one that I couldn't believe had actually happened. The girls shook their heads in amazement at my service, their faces glowing with pride and satisfaction.
"You boys did great!" Amina exclaimed, giving me a playful pat on the head. "We definitely found the right toilet service for girls!"
As we left the small room, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and embarrassment. I knew this experience would be something I'd never forget, but at the same time, I wasn't sure if I was ready to tell anyone about it. The truth was, I had just been used as a human toilet by four beautiful girls—and it was absolutely incredible.
