Miss Medeas dirty store - A Perfect Golden Shower Dream

Miss Medea's dirty store: A Perfect Golden Shower Dream

Walking into Miss Medea's dirty store was like stepping into a world of taboo desires. The dimly lit establishment was filled with all manner of deviant wares, catering to those with the most extreme fetishes. Today, one lucky slave would have the privilege of serving both Miss Medea and trans dominatrix Kim Wagner in their most depraved fantasy - a golden shower session.

The slave, dressed head to toe in latex with a large, bulbous butthole decorating his rear, trembled in anticipation as he was led to the special room at the back of the store. The room was outfitted with all manner of implements, most notably a large, gleaming silver funnel that sat in the center of the room. As he knelt before it, he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins at the thought of what was to come.

Miss Medea approached the slave first, her stiletto heels clicking on the floor as she moved towards him. Her black latex catsuit clung to every curve of her body, emphasizing her powerful presence. She pulled the slave close and kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing around his mouth in a teasing manner. "Are you ready, my little piss bitch?" She purred, her voice low and seductive.

The slave nodded eagerly, his own desire starting to rise as he anticipated the rush of pussy that was to come. Miss Medea positioned him in front of the funnel, his mouth gaping open in anticipation. Then, she grabbed her cock - a thick, veined latex phallus - and positioned the tip at the opening of the funnel.

With a look of pure ecstasy on her face, she directed a stream of piss into the funnel. The clear liquid cascaded down through the funnel and into the slave's waiting mouth. He couldn't believe the sensation as her hot piss flooded his mouth, filling him to the brim with her essence. Once she was satisfied with the amount she had drunk, she moved away, her piss dripping from her cock onto the floor.

Next up was Kim Wagner, who stepped forward wearing a shimmering purple latex jumpsuit. Her cock, even larger than Miss Medea's, stood at full attention as she approached the eager slave. She positioned herself at the funnel, and with a forceful thrust, sent a torrent of urine cascading down into the waiting mouth of the slave. The urine tasted different than Miss Medea's, salty and yet oddly arousing. As Kim emptied her bladder, the slave struggled to keep up with the onslaught of piss, his cheeks hollowing out from the effort.

Finally, both Mistress Kim and Miss Medea stepped back from the funnel, their satisfied expressions clear. The slave, filled to the brim with their piss, looked up at them beseechingly. "Is there anything else you'd like, mistresses?" He asked, his voice cracking with desire.