Part 4: Enjoying the Delight of Power and Control
Professor Davis found himself lost in a world of submissions and derangement. The two young schoolgirls who had cornered him in his own bathroom now possessed the power to make him their plaything. They had taken turns tainting his mouth with their shit, and now it was time for him to taste their freshly cleansed pussies.
As the second girl straddled him, her scent filling his nostrils, the professor felt a wave of loathing surge through him. Despite this, he couldn't deny the thrill he felt as she lowered herself onto his face, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his head towards her dripping wet pussy.
With a soft moan, she began grinding against his face, teasing him with the sweet, musky aroma of her sex. The professor resisted the urge to gag, instead focusing on the sensation of her warmth against his skin.
As he licked and sucked at her clit, the girl above them groaned in approval, her own actions growing more urgent. The professor felt her hot stream hit his tongue once more, this time mixed with her arousal fluid.
He gagged slightly but didn't pull away, knowing that to do so would be seen as a sign of disobedience. Instead, he forced himself to swallow the salty-sweet mixture, savoring the taste of his own disgust and the girl's escalating pleasure.
Time seemed to blur as they moved together in a frenzy of lust and submission. The professor felt his cock pulsing with desire against his own abdomen, almost begging for release. But even as he grew harder, he couldn't shake the feeling that what they were doing was wrong, diseased.
Finally, with a cry of release, the girl above him shuddered and collapsed onto his chest. Panting heavily, she dismounted him, leaving him feeling both relieved and empty.
The professor watched as she wiped herself clean with a wet wipe and approached the toilet. With a sigh of resignation, he knew his turn was next. He got to his feet and positioned himself beside her, waiting for his next humiliation.
As the first girl finished her business, she turned to him, a wicked smile on her lips. "Your turn, professor," she purred, grabbing his limp cock and guiding it towards her ass.
The professor groaned inwardly as she sank down onto him, feeling the cold, hard surface of the toilet against his lower back. Despite his protests and the revulsion in his gut, there was also a twinge of excitement. He was their slave now, their plaything, and they would do as they pleased.
The girls took turns riding him, their bodies slapping against each other in rhythm with the grinding motion of the toilet. The sound of their moans and groans filled the small space, echoing off the tiled walls.
As the second girl straddled him once more, she paused, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't forget to taste," she whispered, smirking as she leaned forward and let a thick stream of shit fall directly onto his tongue. The professor couldn't help but grimace, but he also couldn't deny the rush of power he felt at being their scat-licking toilet slave.
With a satisfied sigh, the girls finally finished their perverse dance, leaving the professor to contemplate the depths of his own depravity. He could feel his cock throbbing with the memory of their hot, sweaty bodies pressing against him, and a twinge of arousal mixed with his disgust.
Shaking his head, the professor stood up, wincing as his aching muscles protested. With a last look at the toilet, he headed out of the bathroom, his heart racing and his mind reeling from the sensations that still lingered on his skin. He knew that this encounter had changed him forever, and he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to wash the stench of their scat-filled fantasy off his soul.
