The night before prison

We both knew it was the last night we were going to be able to get into some absolute filth together for a very long time. A prison sentence was about to commence the following morning, so we had to make it one to remember. 

We started out in a one of our regular spots in the Northern quarter and met up with a group of girls we often saw when we were in Manchester. As always, drinks were flowing and talk quickly turned to my toilet boys use. Toilet had met M a few times before, however, he had never been used by her, as the conversation between the three of us continued it became clear that using him was definitely something she wanted to do. I told her that as soon as she needed the toilet she was to let me know, she didn’t wait long, we left the bar we were in and found a fairly quiet back road, I told the toilet to lay down in a corner which was obviously regularly used as a piss corner and M pulled down her trousers and without hesitation soaked him in her piss. Watching her use my toilet was hot, as it seemed to come so naturally to her. 

We went off back to the bar leaving the dripping wet toilet trailing behind, as more drinks flowed, M and I started to have a little of our own fun, we were a bit of a spectacle snogging and dirty dancing, our hands all over each other, while the toilet could only watch from afar. The only contact the toilet was allowed, was the privilege of licking M’s fragrant, sweaty & hairy armpits clean. 

As the night drew to a close we left the bar with a few other women, on the walk home myself, M and another female needed to piss. We walked down an alley behind a busy bar and I told the toilet to take his clothes off and lay on his back, we formed an orderly queue in this dirty alleyway and one after another relieved ourselves all over him. It was clear the third women had absolutely no attraction to the toilet, she was androgynous in looks and was definitely more interested in women. This was the first time that the toilet had experienced being used by more than two women. He was left sodden in three women’s piss.

The next day he had to go to court without the chance to shower, still stinking like a filthy urinal he was given his 18 month sentence, he was sent to prison knowing that in the early hours of the morning he was being used in the only way that he deserved. I went home with M’s dirty panties in my pocket waiting to give him this gift when he was finally released.