Toilet Slaves Scatology - Pantyhosed Mistress & Her toilet slave! Part 2

As her toilet slave eagerly lapped up every drop of her piss from her dirty panties, Mistress watched with satisfaction. She could feel him trembling beneath her as he grew hungry for more. Satisfied that he had fulfilled his duty, she decided to reward him with an intimate treat. With her foot, she pushed him to his knees before her. His tongue darted out, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of what she had in store for him. Mistress chuckled, amused by his eagerness. She reached down, gently grabbing him by the cock and guiding it to her mouth. He let out a gasp as she took him deep into her throat, her nose pressing against his soft, furry balls. Mistress took her time, teasing and suckling his flesh while she played with his balls. She cupped his dirty hair in her hands, using it as leverage to pull him even deeper into her mouth. His hips bucked wildly as he tried to find release, but she held him back, savoring the moment. When she finally decided that he had endured enough, she released his cock from her mouth with a loud pop. She looked down at him, her face beaded with saliva, her chest heaving with excitement. "Such a good toilet slave," she purred, her voice dripping with praise. She stood up, her panties now noticeably darker from the amount of urine they had absorbed. She took a few steps back and then suddenly launched herself onto his back, riding him like a cowgirl. "You like this, don't you?" she growled as she bounced up and down on him. "You like being used as a toilet by your Mistress." The feeling of her warm, wet pussy grinding against his back sent shivers down his spine. He moaned loudly, unable to contain himself any longer. "Please, Mistress," he pleaded. "I can't take any more." But she wasn't finished with him yet. She slid off his back and knelt beside him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She took hold of his head and forced him to open his mouth wide. He knew what was coming next and couldn't help but tremble in anticipation. With a satisfied smile, Mistress began to empty her bladder directly into his mouth. He gagged as the hot, acidic fluid filled his throat, but he couldn't bring himself to refuse her. When she was finished, he opened his mouth, allowing the remaining droplets to drip out onto the floor. Finally sated, Mistress stood up and looked down at him with a satisfied smile. "That's a good toilet slave," she said, her voice softening. She leaned down, gently wiping his mouth with a clean cloth. "Now, get up and clean up this mess. Don't forget to flush." The toilet slave slowly rose to his feet, still feeling the effects of his Mistress's indulgence. He groaned as he stumbled over to the toilet, his body heavy with pleasure and exhaustion. As he flushed the toilet, the rush of water offering a momentary relief from the foul taste in his mouth, he knew that he would do anything for his Mistress - even if it meant being her toilet slave.