Scat and Piss Femdom - 2018 Piss Party 01

The house was buzzing with excitement as the six gorgeous girls filed in, their heels clacking against the hardwood floors, their laughter echoing throughout the room. They were all dressed to impress, clad in revealing outfits that reveled in their voluptuous figures and tempted everyone to take a second look. And tonight, they were ready to let loose and have some fun - the kind of fun that only comes with sharing intimate acts with others.

But this wasn't just any ordinary party. Oh no, this was a Piss Party - and one that promised to be bigger and better than the last. There were six slaves waiting eagerly at their feet, pleading to be the ones used as the giant pissing vessel that would soon be required. And as the girls made their way to the central table, surrounded by an array of drinks and snacks, they couldn't help but feel a thrill running up their spines. The anticipation was almost too much to bear!

The first girl to make her move was Jessica. She was always the boldest one, never shy about taking charge of any situation. Without hesitation, she grabbed one of the slaves by the hair and pulled him close. She whispered filthy words into his ear as she unzipped his pants, revealing his eager cock. And then, with the precision of a master craftsman, she began to pee straight into his mouth.

"Swallow every drop, you pathetic pig," she hissed contemptuously. "I bet you can't wait to feel my warm, golden piss on your tongue, can you?" Her grip on his hair tightened as he attempted to suckle on her fat clit. She loved the feeling of power she got when she reduced him to this - a drooling, mindless slave, living only to serve her every whim.

Meanwhile, the other girls were busy with their own playthings. Sarah was holding one slave's head under the water fountain, forcing him to drink every last drop of her pee. Michelle was sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide, daring the slaves to lick her clean from her anus to her dripping pussy. Even Julia, who was normally the shy one, was smirking as she pushed a slave's face deeper into her puddle of piss, all while she fingered herself to higher heights.

The night went on, with each girl taking turns using and abusing the poor slaves. They laughed, they drank, they pissed - and it was glorious. As they lay together on the cold, hard floor, their bodies covered in each other's fluids, they couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. This was their sanctuary; this was where they could be who they truly were without fear of judgement. And as the first rays of dawn began to pierce through the windows, they knew that they would never be the same again.

It was a night that would be remembered long after the last drop of piss had dried up. A night filled with passion, power, and pure, unadulterated pleasure. And as they lay there, exhausted but content, they couldn't wait for the next time they could all come together and experience the magic of the Piss Party once more.