Again thanks for the feedback, especially from the Doms and Masters. Remember consider donating to Nifty, if you've got a sub, get them to do so for you http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
The end of the day eventually came, it had been a strange day, some of the bathrooms I visited were empty throughout my stay allowing me to consider my position, if I'd been a better employee at my old job I certainly would not be here. Other bathrooms were busier, Shane visited me on more than one occasion, not necessarily to relieve his bladder but to just stand , and taunt me. His dick hanging out, demanding that I beg for piss and call him Sir before tucking it away again without even a dribble.
When it was 7.20 by the time I got off the floor from the top floor toilet, having spent the last 15 minutes sitting in a puddle of piss. As I walked towards the lift I spotted a cleaner approach pushing his cart with mops and buckets, it was a relief when the lift finally arrived. When I got outside I realised that I could not bear to humiliate myself on the tube, and decided to walk . run home via as many back streets as possible, Ten minutes in the heavens opened, I stood there and allowed myself to get wetter, hoping that this would help clean me off. It also meant that I could pass off my piss soaked suit, as the train approached Oval, someone whispered Oink in my ear.
I turned round.
Oink oink.
This time rather than escape, I rummaged into my pocket to pull out one of Master's business cards. As the doors opened I handed him one.
Master has instructed me to give you this Sir.
And quickly jumped off the train, and as the doors closed again I watched him put the card into his wallet, his face breaking out into a huge smile.
The next day when I arrived at 6.30 my suit damp from yesterday's service and shower at Stan announced that there was already a queue of delivery drivers waiting to use me, as a result he suggested I just act as a trough until I needed to go to reception.
Unlike the previous day it was obvious that i was going to be regularly serving in each bathroom, each one I visited already had at least two men in there waiting. Each one with a full to bursting bladder, between 10 and 12 each visitor decided that I was to swallow his piss, so before long the pressure built up as my jockstrap was failing to contain the build up of urine I was producing.
I took myself down to the dining area. About time, you are ten minutes late. Mr Martins has instructed me to make sure you are fed, so here some slop from yesterday, he produced a bowl full of vegetable peelings, cold mashed spuds, and some string gristly meat, topped with what I hoped was brown onion soup.
I realised that I had gone the previous day without eating, and had no idea when I'd next eat. The bowl was cleared in no time
Just in time for my first customer. I just got busier, and by the time I got into the final toilet of the day it was 8.30. In my head I thought it should be quiet, it's been cleaned, and the building is almost empty.
Then the door opened, in walked a 6ft five Black, forty something black man, in blue overalls. It was the cleaner I narrowly avoided from last night.
So you're the reason I've been moping piss of floor all day. Care to explain? I began to s[eat when my mouth was suddenly filled by a rubber encased finger,
Don't speak pig, just suck, suck it as if it was a dick.
I suckled at the finger moving my head as much as I could to simulate a blow job.
Not bad, now let's see how you cope with the real thing, taking out a twelve inch mass of meat from his overalls. I began to gently suck it, my lips stretching to accommodate the huge head, when he thrust it right down my throat.
You think I'm going to let you enjoy sucking that he shouted, when you doubled my workload for the day. He then began to brutally face fuck me, my head hitting the back of the wall of the bathroom, Mercifully it was over quickly, he soon with drew, and two strokes of his dick later my face was covered in his come.
He bent down capturing it with the thumb of his right hand , and then proceeded to feed it to me. I again suckled it as he pulled me closer to him.
Good Boy. Your Master will be pleased. Now remind me why you are here so late.
I'm here to serve as a Urinal Sir.
With that he stood, presenting his softening but still large dick to me , I hesitated, but eventually allowed the head to enter my mouth, and as I did so I felt a stream of warm piss flow down my throat.
As he tucked his dick away, he said. No need for you to go home tonight, you can keep Stan company, he's due to start his shift soon, he rather likes you. With that he lifted me onto my feet , grabbed my tie and dragged me to the lift which took us to the basement.
Stand there pig, said the security guard pointing to what was my Corner, Stan will be here soon.