Toilet Slaves Scatology - Cock Sucking & Pissing on Sugar Daddy!

Toilet Slaves Scatology - Cock Sucking & Pissing on Sugar Daddy! The chick stood in front of her mirror, admiring her reflection as she touched herself beneath her skirt. Her fingers slid over her wet panties, feeling the heat emanating from her sex. She needed more; she needed something new, different. Pissing on faces had become her latest obsession. She bit her bottom lip as she thought about her current sugar daddy. He wasn't into extreme fetishes like she was, but she was determined to convince him. She took a deep breath, and then walked confidently into his study. He looked up from his desk, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. She smiled, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her cleavage. He swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away from her breasts. She gave him a sultry smile and slipped her skirt off, revealing her black lace panties that were already damp with her arousal. "I want you," she purred, crawling towards him. "But first, there's something I need you to do for me." She reached beneath her panties and pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly as she looked up at him. He gasped, his eyes wide with shock and desire. She leaned forward, taking his cock deep into her mouth, tonguing the head before taking him as far down as she could. Her gag reflex kicked in, but she pushed through it, determined to please him. Satisfied with his size in her mouth, she pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want you to let me piss on you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from excitement and anticipation. His eyes widened again, this time in horror. "No way!" he exclaimed, trying to back away from her. "I'm not into that kind of thing." She smiled sweetly, knowing she had to persuade him. "But you like sucking my cock, don't you?" she purred, running her tongue along her lips suggestively. "What's one more taste, especially when it comes from my body and onto your face?" He hesitated, torn between his desire for her and his fear of the unknown. Finally, she reached out and took him firmly by the hand, leading him to the bathroom. As he stood there, she knelt in front of him, her pussy inches from his face. She lowered her panties, revealing her soaked pussy lips. His eyes widened again as she spread her legs wider, inviting him to taste her. With a trembling hand, he reached down and rubbed his fingers between her slit, bringing them up to his lips. He tasted her, the salty sweetness of her nectar overwhelming him. She smiled, standing up and positioning herself over him. With one swift move, she grabbed his face between her hands and guided his lips to her pussy. "Drink it," she commanded, her voice low and husky. "Taste my piss, my love." As he hesitantly lapped at her pussy, feeling the warmth of her urine against his tongue, she began to piss. The stream of urine hit his face, running down his cheeks and into his mouth. She pissed harder, her body shaking with pleasure as she felt his warm tongue on her clit. He moaned, tasting her and feeling her at the same time. Finally, she finished pissing and stepped back, admiring her work. His face was covered in her piss, his hair plastered to his head. She grinned, feeling triumphant. "That, my dear, was a taste of what you'll be getting every time you visit me." She turned to leave but stopped, turning back to him. "Oh, and don't forget to chew on my panties," she said, tossing them at him. "They've had quite the workout today." With that, she walked out of the bathroom, leaving him to clean himself up and think about their next encounter. As she walked back into his study, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement wash over her. She had conquered another fetish, and her sugar daddy was now another of her toilet slaves. The power she felt was intoxicating, and she knew there was no going back.