As the brand new shipping yard began to bustle with activity, Anita and I decided to take things to the extreme. Dressed in sexy outfits that accentuated our every curve, we entered the facility with a sense of power and control. Our eyes were fixated on our unsuspecting slave, chained and naked from the waist down, waiting for us like a faithful dog. We led him to a secluded trailer where we knew we could get away with our kinky desires.
The air was heavy with anticipation as we approached the open door of the trailer. Our hearts raced as we thought about what we were about to do. Without hesitation, we demanded that the slave kneel before us. With shaking hands, he obeyed, his head bowed low. Anita stepped forward, her skirt hiked up to reveal her perfect ass cheeks. She spread them wide and positioned her glistening pussy right above his eager lips. In slow motion, she sank down onto him, groaning in pleasure as he began to lap up her sweet nectar.
Meanwhile, I took out a glass, eager to savor every drop of pee that was about to come out of my friend's dripping cunt. When the stream started, it poured forth like a powerful waterfall, splashing against the glass and making it ripple with delight. Anita moaned louder as the pleasure coursed through her body. I held the glass steady, careful not to spill a single drop as our make-believe piss slave proudly guzzled down all of her golden liquid.
As soon as Anita was finally finished, it was my turn. I positioned myself in the same position, feeling the cool metal of the trailer floor against my sex. The sensation sent shivers down my spine as I waited for that first warm rush of pee to hit my slave's tongue. When it finally did, it was like a bolt of lightning running through my veins. I groaned loudly, unable to control myself as the urine flowed out of me.
Our slave seemed to be enjoying himself too much, his cock twitching against the ground as he drank our piss. The sight only fueled our hunger for more. "Now, it's your turn," we both commanded in unison.
The slave glanced up at us nervously before lowering his mouth to our feet. We watched as he took turns licking the salty sweat and dirt off each foot, working up to the arch of our toes and finally licking the droplets of pee that had collected there. Once he had finished, we clapped our hands in approval, our high heels clicking against the metal floor.
Satisfied with his performance, we unchained him and led him out of the trailer. We couldn't resist showing off our dirty little secret, so we pushed him up to the front of the yard where everyone could see. Our new plaything blushed profusely but didn't resist as we used him as a human cockroach, cleaning his face and clothes with our dirty soles while giggling like two playful schoolgirls.
The shipping company employees watched on, some of them smirking and others looking away in disgust. But that didn't stop us. Our need for power and control was too strong to resist. As we finished, we smirked at each other, knowing that we could make anyone our piss slave if we wanted to.
