Pee drinking toiletman - p - 2 DRINK MY PEE - 09 - HQ 640x480

As the beautiful young woman sat chained to the filthy toilet bowl, she couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment, shame, and arousal wash over her. She had been accused of some petty crime and, instead of going to prison, had been sentenced to serve her time as a toilet slave for the infamous Pee Drinking Toiletman. She knew what she was in for - endless hours of being used as a human toilet and having her bodily fluids consumed by the perverse man who held her fate in his hands.

The room was cold and damp, with bare walls and a single bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The smell of urine and feces hung heavy in the air, making it difficult for the woman to catch her breath. She stared at the figure of the Toiletman as he stood before her, clad only in a pair of tight black leather briefs that emphasized his massive cock and thick, hairy thighs. His dark eyes gleamed with sick anticipation, making her shiver with both fear and desire.

The Toiletman reached out and unsnapped the cage that held her pussy, then leaned in close to the dripping opening. "Are you ready, slave?" he growled, his hot breath brushing against her swollen clitoris. She couldn't answer, could only nod, her heart hammering in her chest as she waited for him to devour her. And devour her he did, lapping up her juices like a starving animal until she was quivering with pleasure and anticipation.

Finally, he stood up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "Drinking your pussy juices doesn't alone satisfy my needs," he said darkly. "Now it's time for you to do what you were born for: to serve as my human toilet." He pointed to a small bowl filled with warm urine. "Drink that first," he commanded. "It will cleanse your mouth and prepare you for what comes next."

Swallowing back her nausea, the woman leaned forward and gingerly tipped back the bowl, gagging as the hot liquid slid down her throat. She could feel it scorching its way down, but she couldn't bring herself to spill a drop. This was her new life now: a living toilet that existed solely for the pleasure of others. And as much as it revolted her, she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins at the thought of serving such a perverse master.

The Toiletman smiled, seeing the obedience in her eyes. "Good girl," he murmured approvingly. "Now, get on all fours and present your ass to me." The woman did as she was told, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable in this position. But she also felt a twinge of excitement, knowing what was coming next.

As she waited, she could hear the sound of the Toiletman's cock being lubed up with more warm urine. Then, with a growl of approval, he positioned himself at her gaping asshole. "You'll be drinking every drop of this piss, slave," he warned her, his voice dark with threats. "And begging for more once you're done."

With one sudden thrust, he was inside her, his cock filling her up as she moaned around the intruder. It hurt, so much it brought tears to her eyes, but she couldn't stop herself from moaning in both pleasure and pain. The Toiletman began to pound into her, his hips slapping against her ass with each forceful stroke. And as he did, she felt something else within her: an insatiable thirst for his hot, salty piss.

He pulled out slowly, his cock still gliding in and out of her tight asshole. Then, with a loud grunt, he released a torrent of piss into her waiting mouth. It was warm and thick, unlike anything she'd ever tasted before, and she couldn't help but gulp it down greedily. As the last drop spilled from his cock, she was already begging for more. "Please, Master," she whispered, her voice hoarse from all the piss she'd just swallowed. "Can I have more?"

The Toiletman chuckled, his deep, rumbling laugh filling the room. "Of course, my little toilet slave," he said, pulling out and stepping back. "Drink up every last drop." And with that, he urinated again, this time aiming directly into her open mouth. And as she drank and drank and drank, she couldn't help but think: this is who I am now. A living toilet, existing only for the pleasure of others. A twisted thought, perhaps, but one that filled her with both terror and excitement.

She drained the last drop from the Toiletman's cock, her lips stained red with his piss. The warm liquid sloshed around in her stomach, threatening to make her vomit. But still, she found herself begging for more. "Please," she whimpered, staring up at him with pleading eyes. "I need more." Despite her disgusting job and the cruel master who held her fate in his hands, she couldn't help but crave the hot, salty taste of his piss. And as she waited for his next command, she knew that this was her life now: a life filled with depravity, humiliation, and an insatiable thirst for the one thing that could quench it all – his piss.