Unable to speak or move there was nothing I could do except wait for Sarah to pay me a visit. I didn't have eyes as such, but I could tell that my vision was coming from just above the water line. I couldn't believe that Sarah had made some changes to the programme, let alone actually pressed return. At length, Sarah came into the bathroom. She didn't speak to me. She just sat down on the seat. It took a moment, but she released her sphincter muscle and peed. She peed into my mouth and my body, her urine splashing against the side of the pan on the way down before it landed in the water. Sarah stood up and wiped. She dropped the tissue into me and flushed. I felt as if I was drinking her piss. Without speaking to me or looking back, she walked away. In the distance I heard her front door shut as if she had bone out.
It was several hours later when I saw Sarah again. Once again she sat above me. As she did I could see her pussy glistening with another mans cum. She had had sex with someone other than me. I felt hurt. Yes, I was just a toilet, but this was temporary. I was her boyfriend really. Sarah must have read my mind.
"I'm just giving you the full toilet experience," she giggled, using tissue to wipe what was left of this man's cum from her pussy. Again she stood up and flushed before walking off.
I should have seen what was coming next. After all, there was a man in the house. A few minutes after Sarah had left a man walked into the bathroom. He stood in front of me his penis out. He relaxed his sphincter and peed into me. His piss splashed against my sides and into the water, some drops missing entirely and catching the lip at the top where the flush wouldn't wash away. Leaving the seat up he flushed before leaving.