Taylor Is A Human Urinal 4: Homecoming (sample)

Summary: Taylor has finally returned home, but can she adjust to all the changes that have happened in her absence? Coulter has moved into her apartment with her roommate, Jessica, and they have sold off all of her stuff – even her clothes! What did they do to her bedroom?

Taylor never bothered to read the contracts she signed, but that has caught up with her. Thanks to signing a contract with a coffee shop, she’s been serving as a urinal to cover for the broken one for over a month! She also finds out that every one of her orifices, crevices, and every inch of her flesh is open for use by the managers, staff, and customers of the coffee shop, as they see fit. She can’t even get out of it by quitting, because the contract stipulates that she is still responsible for all “extraneous duties” if she quits, but without pay.

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Taylor looked around her apartment. It had been so many months since she’d last seen it, that she barely recognized the place.

She wondered what Coulter and Jessica had done there while she had been working as a urinal in Kenya, but figured it was pretty useless to worry about. She was home. Back in America. Back in her own apartment. Granted, she shared that apartment with her boss and roommate, but at least it wasn’t a dingy stall with a dog-pillow for a mattress.

“I changed your room into a little sex dungeon, so you’ll have to sleep on the floor out here,” Coulter said.

“What about all my stuff? My clothes? My laptop? My bed!?” she asked.

“We sold your clothes and most of your stuff. Your bed is still in there, but it’s strictly for fucking on now. Don’t want Jess here leaving the bed I sleep in all wet and soggy.”

“But…”

“I heard you slept on the floor in the bathroom in Kenya, so you should be used to it by now. Think of it this way, at least you’ll only be getting fucked by me and Jess, and a few of my friends at night, instead of some random stranger.”

“I- You- but…” Taylor fumbled for the right words to argue, but after months of her mouth being little more than a place for men to shove their cocks before pissing or cumming, she was finding it difficult to put words together at all, let alone when it came to arguing about where she’d sleep or what had happened to her stuff.

“It’s not like you’ll need all that stuff, Tay. Clothes, laptop, bed, and all that. You’ll be pretty much naked and getting fucked or drinking piss all the time,” Jess chimed in.

“No, you’re right.”

Jess had just reminded Tay that she was completely naked. She hadn’t worn clothes in so long, she’d forgotten what it was like to even think about it. She looked at Jess, naked and lounging on the couch, then at Coulter who was the only one of them wearing clothes.

Coulter sat down on the couch, unzip his pants, and pulled his rock-hard dick out. After giving it a few strokes, he grabbed Jessica by her blonde hair and shoved her face down to his crotch. She started sucking on the tip, then took it deep in her throat.

“You’re a smart cookie, Jess. For that, you get to suck my dick,” he said.

Jess moaned around his cock as if it were the best thing she’d ever put in her mouth. Tay wondered if it was all for show or if Jessica really enjoyed being bullied by Coulter.

“Come here, Taylor.” he said.

Taylor hesitated, her knees locked in place for a moment. She’d been so eager to suck his cock when she’d first been let out of the shipping crate because she was just glad to be home, but now, it was like her home, her body too, belonged to him.

“Now.”

She dropped to her hands and knees, keeping her ass just a little higher than her slender shoulders and crawled over to Coulter. Jess continued to suck and gag on his thick cock and Taylor ducked under for a moment to kiss his balls, the coarse hair tickling her nose and making her sniff.

“That’s a good slut.”

He pulled her up onto the couch, next to him, and pressed his lips to hers. His fingers brushed over the small amount of hair on her head that had grown back while she’d been shipped back to America. Taylor shivered but was unsure if it was fear, loathing, or desire.

“Maybe it’s all three,” she thought, pressing her lips back to his.

It had been months since anyone had kissed her. Almost all the men at her job in Kenya had just fucked her or made her drink their piss or both.

“It’s nice to be home,” she said.

“You know something, I’ve really missed you. I didn’t think I would, but no one takes a dick up the ass like you,” Coulter said.

“Th- Thanks…”

“In fact, I’ve been thinking that we’ll add a sign to the bathroom at work letting customers know that they should use your hot, little ass after they finish using you as a urinal.

"I-” she started to object, but she’d been used that way for months, so it would be nothing new to her. “I think that’s a good idea, Sir.”

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