Scat and Piss Femdom - second cam of piss for bartender

In the cozy, dimly-lit bar, a portly bartender stood behind the counter, laboring to clean the discolored glassware strewn about. His once-pristine establishment had been transformed into a dank and dismal den of iniquity. Two alluring young women, Nikki and Nomi, entered. Their tight miniskirts hugging their toned legs, they strutted confidently towards the bar. Their faces were hard and imposing, revealing no empathy for the pathetic wretch before them. With a commanding tone, Nikki demanded, "What do you have for us tonight?" The bartender swallowed nervously. He knew exactly what they were after and prayed for divine intervention. But alas, it seemed that tonight was not his lucky night. He shook his head as he replied, "I'm sorry, ladies. I just cleaned up and..." His words were cut short by Nikki's steely glare. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. "Don't make us repeat ourselves, honey. We're here for some good old-fashioned piss play. Now, where's your second cam?" The bartender's heart sank deeper into his chest. He knew that resisting them was futile. With trembling hands, he led them to the back room where the cameras were hidden. As they approached, he grabbed hold of Nikki's thigh, pleading with her to have mercy. But she merely rolled her eyes and pushed him away, signaling for him to continue. In the dimly-lit room, the bartender fumbled with the controls until he found the right one - the second cam, aimed at the toilet bowl. He hesitated for a moment before pressing the record button. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he knew that resisting any further would only lead to more humiliation. As Nikki and Nomi headed towards the restroom, the bartender felt a strange sense of anticipation mixed with dread. He followed them, his gaze fixated on the shimmering, transparent panties that hugged their perky bottoms. They disappeared into the restroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his own twisted fantasies. After what felt like an eternity, Nikki emerged from the bathroom, a triumphant smirk on her face. She glanced at the camera and let out a slow, sensual breath. Her skirt hiked up just enough to reveal her glistening black panties. She sauntered over to the toilet bowl and lowered her butt onto the cold porcelain. With a flurry of movement, she pulled down her panties and spread her legs wide, inviting him to see her most intimate places. Nomi joined her on the floor, mirroring her pose. The bartender couldn't believe his eyes - there were two of them, sitting there, waiting for him to see them in all their glory. He felt his pants tightening around his growing bulge as he approached them. Nikki turned to face him, her expression one of pure domination. "Now, lover boy," she purred, "it's time to show us what you're made of." With trembling hands, he knelt between them, his face level with their glistening pussies. He hesitated for a moment before leaning in, his lips brushing against Nikki's dewy folds. She gasped as he began to lap at her juices, his tongue darting in and out of her, causing her to moan in delight. As he worked his magic on Nikki, Nomi reached out to caress his cheek, her fingertips tracing the outline of his jawline. "Oh, honey," she cooed, "you need some of this too?" Without waiting for his reply, she leaned forward and pressed her dripping pussy against his face. He opened his mouth, taking in her sweet nectar as he continued to worship Nikki's pussy. Round after round, they took him to the brink and back again, their juices flowing freely as they toyed with him like a plaything. The bartender lost track of time, his whole world reduced to the scent of pussy and the sounds of pleasure-filled moans. Finally, Nikki and Nomi climaxed together, their bodies shuddering as they cried out in ecstasy. Exhausted, they collapsed onto the floor, their soft, heavy breaths the only sound in the room. After what felt like an eternity, Nikki stretched lazily and stood up, her fist clenched firmly around the recorder. "Well, honey," she purred, "we saved the best for last." As she stepped closer to the toilet bowl, she cupped her pussy with one hand and let loose a powerful stream of hot, steaming piss. The bartender watched in awe as she emptied her bladder, the force of her urine splashing against the cool porcelain. "Oh yeah," she murmured, her eyes closed in blissful agony. "Don't you just love the way it feels?" With that, she moved away from the bowl and nodded towards the camera. "Now, show us how much you really want it." And so, the bartender leaned forward, his face hovering just above the toilet bowl. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but excitement coursed through his veins as he waited for his turn. Finally, it was his turn. Nikki smiled cruelly as she stepped away, and the bartender couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and fear mix within him. He took a deep breath as he leaned down, his face hovering just above the toilet bowl. As the hot stream of piss hit his face, he let out a gasp of surprise. But then, something strange happened. He felt himself growing more aroused, the thrill of the forbidden overtaking any sense of revulsion. He drank in every drop of piss as if it were the most precious liquid in the world, his eyes never leaving the expectant faces of Nikki and Nomi. As the stream slowed to a trickle, he felt a strange sense of loss. But then, Nikki and Nomi got up, their miniskirts swishing as they headed towards the door. "We'll be back tomorrow, honey," Nikki purred over her shoulder. "Don't forget to clean up this mess." The bartender watched them leave, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what he had just experienced, but he knew one thing for sure - he would be waiting for them tomorrow, ready to taste their sweet nectar once again.