Toilet Slaves Scatology - The Old Teachers Salty ORDEAL! - Part 1

The old teachers' room was a maze of desks, chairs and stacks of paper, all covered in a fine layer of dust. Old Yamato had spent many hours here over the years, but now the vixens had taken over, and they were having quite a party without him. The once-hallowed halls echoed with their laughter and the sound of zippers being unzipped, followed by a steady stream of relentless piss. Yamato watched helplessly from his corner as they used him as nothing more than a human toilet, pissing all over his face, chest, and even his feet.

The first one was the bustiest of all the vixens. Her enormous tits jiggled with each step she took towards Yamato. She giggled as she leaned over him, her pussy practically inches from his face. "Oh, Yamato," she cooed, "you're going to love this. We heard you were quite the toilet slave. Well, today's your lucky day!" With that, she pulled down her panties to reveal an incredibly hairy mound of pleasure. Before Yamato could even react, she had straddled him and lowered herself onto his face, letting out an earth-shattering moan as she began to pee right into his mouth. Yamato struggled, but it was useless; he was completely at the mercy of these vicious beauties.

The second vixen was shorter, but no less fierce. She approached Yamato with a mischievous grin on her face. "Well, well," she purred, "look who's been reduced to a toilet slave. Isn't that just typical?" Without warning, she dropped her pants and sat down directly on Yamato's face, her cunt just inches from his nose. Yamato gagged as she began to pee, the salty, musky taste of her piss filling his mouth. With a satisfied smirk, she ground her hips against his face, forcing him to swallow every drop.

The third vixen was by far the most audacious of the bunch. She strutted over to Yamato, her hips swaying seductively. "I heard you liked to drink piss," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, here's your chance, toilet slave." She cupped her hand underneath her pussy and let out a stream of hot, steaming piss that arched gracefully and splashed against Yamato's face. When she was finished, she leaned in close and whispered menacingly, "This isn't even the worst of it. Just wait till you see what I've got planned for tomorrow." With that, she sauntered away, leaving Yamato to contemplate the horrors that awaited him.

As the hours wore on, Yamato was subjected to a relentless onslaught of piss. The vixens seemed to take turns using him as their personal urinal, each more depraved than the last. By the end of the day, Yamato's once-pristine body was completely covered in sticky, salty piss. His hair was matted to his head, and his skin felt like sandpaper. But the worst was yet to come...