Toilet Slaves Scatology - Breaktime pissing for office girls

Slave felt his cock twitch in anticipation as he held onto the pissing funnel. The office girls were on their break, and he knew that meant it was almost his turn to catch their piss. His Mistresses had trained him well; they made him lick their dirty assholes, suck their pretty toes, and swallow their saliva as if it were the most delicious nectar in the world. But nothing excited him quite like being their personal toilet slave. The first girl, Lucy, strutted into the bathroom with her heels clicking against the tile floor. Her tight ass swayed back and forth as she walked, teasing Slave with the thought of what might be waiting for him later. She approached the toilet vigorously, her hand already wrapped around her cock. With a sigh of relief, she cast her judging gaze over to Slave, who stood ready with the funnel in his mouth. "About time," she growled before relieving herself in the toilet bowl. The hot, bitter liquid splashed against Slave's tongue and down his throat as he swallowed every drop. When she was finally done, she wiped her hands on a nearby towel and strutted back out of the bathroom, a satisfied smile on her lips. Next was Sarah, who entered the bathroom looking uncertain and a little worried. She approached the toilet slowly, her eyes darting between Slave and the porcelain bowl. Finally, she squatted over the toilet, her thighs shaking as she held herself up. Slave could see her tiny pussy, barely visible through her white panties. She shook her head quickly, trying to ward off the impending need. But it was no use. Soon enough, her bladder gave way, and she let out a long, slow stream of piss into the toilet. The warm liquid hit Slave's mouth, filling it up quickly and spilling down his chin. He didn't mind; in fact, he welcomed it. He loved feeling her hot piss coursing through him, knowing that he was the one responsible for making her feel so good. When Sarah was finished, she stood up and threw one last glance at Slave before rinsing off her hands. She too walked out of the bathroom looking satisfied, her hips swaying sensually from side to side. Finally, it was Emma's turn. She breezed into the bathroom, her ass jutting out provocatively behind her. Slave felt his cock twitch again in anticipation as she approached the toilet, a smirk playing on her lips. She winked at Slave before pulling down her panties and sitting down on the toilet bowl, her porcelain-white buttocks pointing directly at him. Slave positioned the funnel between her buttocks and waited for her to give the signal. She grinned at him in the mirror over his shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Then, with a wicked laugh, she leaned forward, pushing her pussy against the funnel. The sensation was intense; he could feel the heat of her pussy against his lips. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making him shudder with pleasure. As she began to pee, the warmth spread through him, enveloping him in a wave of ecstasy. He held onto the funnel, reveling in the feeling of being filled up by her pussy juice. Emma leaned back against the toilet seat, her eyes half-closed in bliss. She panted softly, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she slid off the toilet seat and stepped out of the stall, leaving the funnel in a puddle of piss on the floor. Slave watched as she walked out of the bathroom, swaying her hips seductively. His cock was hard, aching with anticipation for what would happen next. He couldn't wait to find out.