Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Toilet in an abandoned building

Smelly Milana, more commonly known as Poo19, found herself in an unfamiliar part of the city. She was shivering from the cold, having been standing out here for hours, but the anticipation of what was to come kept her mind off the discomfort. Her assignment was to find an abandoned building and serve as a toilet for Victoria and Christina. They had gone on some business to the outskirts of town and were going to take a walk afterwards. Unfortunately for her, there were no public toilets in this area. She scanned the surrounding environment looking for any signs of an abandoned building. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she saw it – a dilapidated structure off in the distance. It looked like it had been empty for years, which meant it would be perfect for their purposes. With a renewed sense of determination, she started making her way towards the building. The closer she got, the stronger the smell of damp, urine, and homeless people became. She could already taste their waste in her mouth, and she had yet to fulfill her obligation. She couldn't help but feel excited by the thought of being used in this way. Finally, she reached the building and began searching for a hidden entrance that would provide some cover from prying eyes. After a few minutes of exploring, she found what she was looking for – a small door that had been boarded up but was not completely sealed. She pushed her way inside, closing the door behind her to muffle any sounds from outside. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when they did, she saw that she was in a large, empty room filled with rubble and broken bricks. In the corner was a small hole covered by a piece of plywood, and she knew that was where she would have to wait. She crouched down by the hole, her heart racing in anticipation, praying that they would find her soon. The silence was deafening, and it felt like hours passed before she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Her heart leapt into her throat as Victoria and Christina stepped into the room, nodding in approval at the site of her. Both women were impeccably dressed in stylish, high-end business attire, their makeup flawless despite the dirt and grime that surrounded them. They approached Smelly Milana, who could already feel their waste sloshing in her stomach. Victoria smiled down at her, her lips painted red against her pale skin. "Hello, Smelly Milana," she purred, her voice cold and calculating. "We have a job for you today." She gestured towards the hole in the ground, her implication clear. Without further instruction, Smelly Milana bent over and lowered her mouth, tongue rigid with anticipation, towards the hole. There was a pause, and then the first spurt of warm urine hit the back of her throat, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She swallowed automatically, her eyes locked on Victoria's the whole time. As she swallowed, she heard the sound of Christina's pants coming undone, and then she felt a warm, sticky mass pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth wider, and with a triumphant smile, Christina pushed the first piece of shit into her mouth. It was hot and smelled foul, but Smelly Milana couldn't get enough of it. She lapped at it hungrily, using her tongue to clean every last bit from Christina's fingers. When she was finished, Victoria nodded her approval. "Very good, Smelly Milana," she said, her voice laced with cruelty. "But there's still more to come." And with that, she dropped a second pile of shit into Smelly Milana's waiting mouth. Smelly Milana worked her magic on the second pile, relishing the taste of their waste as it slid down her throat. When she was done, Victoria leaned down close to her ear. "See you soon, toilet girl," she whispered, giving her a wink before walking away. Alone once again, Smelly Milana remained where she was, her mouth filled with the taste of their shit and urine. But despite the discomfort and the filth, she was content. She knew that she had pleased them, and that was all that mattered. As she lay there, waiting for their next visit, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her role as their toilet.