Miss Dula - Pissed in slaves mouth after disco night

Miss Dula's appearance was striking; she wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves, emphasizing her hourglass figure. Her long, wavy hair was pulled up into a messy bun, revealing her smooth, pale neck. Her friend was equally stunning, clad in a red dress that accentuated her ample cleavage and fiery personality. As they entered the dungeon, their eyes fell upon the bound and gagged slave, who lay on the cold stone floor, trembling with anticipation. Miss Dula walked over to him, her stiletto heels clicking against the hard surface, and knelt down beside him. She unzipped her dress, revealing her lacy black lingerie, and spread her legs slightly as she teasingly brushed her wet lips against the side of his face. Her friend joined her, and together they began to taunt and mock the helpless man. They promised him an experience he would never forget, leaving him writhing in anticipation as they ran their hands over his trembling form. Finally, they decided it was time for them to relieve themselves. Miss Dula leaned in, her lips touching his ear as she whispered, "You're going to drink every drop of this piss, understand?" She then placed her hand on the back of his head, guiding it towards her swollen crotch. With a deep breath, she let go of her bladder, releasing a hot wave of urine that flowed directly into his open mouth. Her friend followed suit, spraying the slave's face and chest with her own fiery stream of piss. They took turns, each woman pouring their own unique blend of arousal and humiliation into the helpless man's body. As the puddle beneath him began to grow, Miss Dula took a step back to observe her work. "Don't you want more?" she taunted, teasing the slave with the promise of more urine. Though he groaned in response, unable to speak through his gag, his eyes pleaded with her for just a few drops more. Finally, satisfied with their fun for the moment, Miss Dula pulled a towel from a nearby bucket and tossed it to her friend. "Now clean up this mess before I get angry," she commanded, strolling back over to the bar where she sat, sipping on a glass of wine. The slave, left alone with only his thoughts and the taste of their piss in his mouth, began to massage his burning loins, unable to stop thinking about what might happen next. Would Miss Dula punish him for not drinking everything she gave him? Would her friend join her in heaping more humiliation upon him? Or would they one day grant him the ultimate reward for being their loyal slave - their piss filling his aching cock from both ends?