Ethan stood nervously at the door of the grand mansion, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been hired as a handyman, but little did he know what awaited him inside. The mansion was owned by Madam Leclair, a confident and striking 70-year-old woman, who greeted him with a playful insult.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she said, looking Ethan up and down. "A boy, no less. I hope you're not too delicate for the job."
Ethan's face burned as he stammered out a response. "N-no, ma'am. I can handle anything you throw at me."
Madam Leclair chuckled and led him inside. "I'm sure you can, dear. I'm sure you can."
Ethan was introduced to the other residents of the mansion, all dominant women in their 70s. They all shared a mischievous glint in their eyes as they sized up the young handyman.
"I'm Madam Beaumont," one of them said, extending a wrinkled hand. "I'll be keeping an eye on you."
Ethan was put to work, but the women found any excuse to be near him. They made suggestive comments and brushed up against him, making him blush.
"You're doing a good job, boy," Madam Leclair said, standing too close for comfort. "But I think you could use a break."
During the break, Madam Beaumont offered Ethan a drink. He gratefully accepted, not realizing that it was laced with a mild aphrodisiac. As the effects of the drink kicked in, Ethan became more relaxed and flirtatious.
"You're all very beautiful," he said, looking at the women with new eyes.
The women took notice and began to devise a plan. Madam Leclair took Ethan to the bathroom, claiming that he needed to clean up. She locked the door behind them.
"Kneel," she instructed, and Ethan obeyed without thinking.
Madam Leclair proceeded to use him as a toilet, writing in his mouth with her salty, refreshing pee. Ethan was shocked at first, but he soon found himself craving more. He asked Madam Leclair for more, and she complied, laughing at his eagerness.
The other women heard Ethan's moans of pleasure and joined in, each taking turns to use him as a toilet. Ethan was in heaven, surrounded by dominant women who were using him in the most unexpected way.
The women teased Ethan, calling him their "toilet boy" and making him beg for more.
The chapter ended with Ethan, exhausted but satisfied, cleaning up the bathroom while the women watched and commented on his performance.
Ethan couldn't believe what just happened, but he couldn't wait for more. He knew that he'd found his dream job.
The women were pleased with their new toy and looked forward to training him further. The stage was set for a wild and erotic adventure.
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