Scat-Girls - Shit from Furniture Part3

Part 3: Toilet Slavery with Scat-Girls The room echoed with the sound of women's laughter as they engaged in a lively conversation. In a corner, a naked man knelt before a toilet bowl, his face buried deep in the warm, steaming mess within. It was a sight too familiar for him; he had become accustomed to this life of servitude. The "Toiletslave" could feel the hot liquid filling up his mouth as he tried his best to swallow it all. He had been kneeling there for quite some time already, serving as a receptacle for each lady's shit. As he finished swallowing one load, he could sense another one coming. "You're really good at this, my little toiletslave," one of the ladies remarked, her derriere hovering dangerously close to his face. She was wearing a skintight dress that showed off her curves perfectly. The slave couldn't help but get another whiff of her scent as she prepared to release another heavyload into the toilet bowl. As she unloaded her bowels, he could feel the warmth spreading across his face and dripping down his chin. Once she was done, she moved away but left behind a pungent smell that lingered in the air. The slave didn't waste any time; he quickly used his tongue to clean up the remaining drops of her shit from the rim of the toilet bowl. Meanwhile, one of the other ladies, dressed in a black leather corset that barely contained her ample breasts, approached him and smiled. She motioned for him to stand up as she took her place straddling the toilet seat. "It's your turn next, my little toiletslave," she purred, spreading her legs invitingly. The slave stood up and approached her, his heart racing with anticipation. He could already feel his cock stirring under his gaze as he knelt down between her spread legs. Without further ado, she lowered her shapely ass onto his face, and he could feel the warmth envelop him once again. The scent of her shit was thick in the air, and he couldn't help but inhale deeply. As she started to relax her sphincter, he opened his mouth wide, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as her hot liquid flooded his mouth once again. "Mmmm, that's it, slave, don't forget to swallow every last drop," she said, her voice growing more commanding by the moment. The slave's world revolved around pleasing these women and their most intimate desires. He continued to lap up every drop of her juices, savoring the taste as it swirled around his tongue. Once he was sure that he had consumed everything, he used his tongue to clean up any remaining traces of her shit from her anus. As he finished, another lady approached him, sporting a latex catsuit that clung to her perfect curves. She motioned for him to get on his hands and knees, ready for what was coming. The Toiletslave obeyed without hesitation, anticipating the familiar feeling of warm liquid filling his mouth once again. This was his life now; he was a toilet slave, and he belonged to these Scat-Girls.