Toilet Slaves Scatology - Bikini clad GANG pee abuse slave!

As the party progressed, the bikini-clad gang of mistresses took charge of the room. Their eyes bore into the helplessly bound slave, their feet shuffling closer in anticipation of causing him further humiliation. He found himself caught between their perfect forms, his body tingling with excitement and fear. The two original mistresses wasted no time in trampling their masked slave underfoot, their high heels pressing into his flesh as they laughed and mocked him. They grabbed handfuls of his hair, pulling his head up to meet their gaze, their bright eyes flashing with sadistic delight. "You like watching us pee, don't you, slave?" one of them purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "It's time you tasted our golden nectar." With that, she unzipped her brightly colored bikini bottom, exposing her bare cunt to him. He could see the outline of her piss-hole, already glistening with her excitement. She motioned for him to lean forward, his face just inches from her wet folds. "Suck it clean, slave," she commanded, her voice like velvet over steel. He hesitated for only a moment before opening his mouth, eager to please his mistresses. She didn't even give him a chance to really get going before she shoved her hips forward, forcing her cock against his lips. He tilts his head back, taking her whole cock into his mouth, tasting the metallic tang of her urine mixed with his saliva. Meanwhile, the other mistresses gathered around, watching with hungry eyes as he became engulfed in the first woman's piss. One of them reached down, grabbing his hair and forcing his head even deeper into her cunt. "Take it all, slave," she growled, her voice rough with anticipation. The second mistress joined in, stepping forward and unzipping her own bikini bottom. Her pussy was just as inviting as the first woman's, dripping with excitement at the thought of being tasted. They took turns pushing their hips forward, fucking his face with their pussies, filling his mouth with the warm, sweet liquid that they could no longer contain. As he drank their piss, the masked slave couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pleasure coursing through his body. It was a dirty, taboo pleasure that he had never experienced before, and yet here he was, helplessly addicted to it. The night wore on, the party reaching its peak as the mistresses took turns abusing their helpless slave. One would grab his cock and stroke it slowly, while another used him as a human ashtray, filling his mouth with her cigarette ashes. They laughed and danced around him, their perfect bodies in sync with the rhythm of their cruel amusement. As the final mistress stood over him, preparing to unleash her own golden shower onto his willing face, the slave couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beauty of their twisted dance. He had never felt so alive, so dirty, so fully alive before. As she released her piss, the warm liquid running down his chin, he knew that he would never be the same again.