Princess Chat 57 Part2
As the first lady finished her business, she pulled her pants back up and moved to the side, revealing the second lady sitting on the toilet seat. The second lady smirked and leaned forward, positioning her well-shaped ass just above the face of the helpless toilet slave. She was smaller and younger than the first lady, but she had an air of confidence about her that suggested she was no less skilled at using someone as a human toilet.
The second lady began to urinate, and the toilet slave could see the stream of urine escaping from her tight, shapely pussy. The odor was different this time, sweeter and more intoxicating. The slave couldn't help but feel a growing sense of submission and arousal as he watched the hot golden liquid flow from her beautiful body.
"Suck it up, toilet slave," the second lady said, her voice dripping with contempt. "Drink every drop of my golden nectar."
The slave opened his mouth wide, his tongue lolling out in anticipation. He could feel her hot urine hitting his face and tongue, and he couldn't resist slurping it up greedily. It tasted even better than he thought possible, and he found himself moaning in delight.
As the second lady continued to relieve herself, she prodded and touched the slave's face, rubbing her wet pussy against his mouth and chin. She giggled and laughed, clearly enjoying the power trip she was on. The slave couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame and humiliation, but he also felt incredibly turned on and aroused.
Finally, the second lady finished her business and stood up, pulling her underwear and pants back into place. She wiped her hands on a nearby towel and turned to the first lady, who was still lounging on the bed.
"Your turn," she said, a smirk playing on her lips.
The first lady smiled back, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She climbed off the bed and positioned herself over the toilet slave, her plump ass hovering above him. The slave could feel his cock twitching in anticipation as he stared up at her, waiting for her to unleash her golden stream onto his face once more.
As she began to pee, the slave closed his eyes and moaned, savoring the sensation of her hot urine splashing against his face and neck. He reached up with his tongue, tasting every drop of her nectar as it flowed from her body. As she finished, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, her breath warm against his skin.
"That was just a taste," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Next time, you'll get much more than you bargained for."
The slave couldn't help but shudder, both from the thought of what could come next and from the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and humiliation he had just experienced. As the ladies gathered their things and prepared to leave, he watched them with a mixture of fear and desire, wondering what twisted delights they had planned for their next meeting.
