In a luxurious bathroom, Mistress Christine reclined on her latex bed, her slutty toiletslave kneeling at her feet. She snapped her long, manicured nails against his skin, teasing him as she sipped her wine. Her laughter echoed off the marble walls as he squirmed under her command.
His cock hardened in his pants, begging for attention. She nodded to him, telling him to stand. He did so with trepidation, knowing what was likely to come next. She palmed his shaft through his pants, stroking him slowly as her other hand reached behind her back.
"Your cock needs some release, doesn't it?" she purred, pulling out a small vibrator from its hiding place. The buzz of the electric toy filled the air as she ran it up and down his shaft through his pants.
Moaning, he nodded his assent. Pulling him closer, she slid the vibrator down his pants, pressing it against his entrance. His body trembled with anticipation as she teased him, never allowing him to fully slip into his pleasure.
Finally, she withdrew the vibrator and stood, walking away from him. She motioned for him to follow her onto the bed, where she straddled him, her soft skin rubbing against his covered erection. With a vicious grin, she sat on his face, her pussy dripping with promise as he tasted it through his mask.
"That's it, my little toiletslave," she purred into his ear as she began to ride him. "You're here for me to use however I wish." His hands clasped tightly onto her hips, pushing her down onto his cock, eliciting a moan from both of them.
Time blurred as they fucked, their bodies becoming one in their lust. He could feel the head of his cock brushing against her entrance, aching to slide inside her. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Get ready, my love. It's almost time to cum."
With that, she slid off of him and stood, her long, elegant legs shaking slightly as she reached behind her. His cock jerked in anticipation as he watched her slowly lower a condom onto his shaft. She smiled at him, her eyes dark with desire.
Then, with a devious grin, she sank back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. "Come on, my toiletslave," she said, her voice breathy with excitement. "Give it to me."
He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling the heat radiating off of her. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, feeling her warmth surround him. Their bodies moved together, grinding against one another as they found their rhythm.
As they reached their climax, he felt her muscles tighten around him, her moans echoing in his ears. He spurted his load into the condom, feeling the release of tension from his balls. She collapsed against him, their combined weights causing the bed to creak beneath them.
After a long moment, she pulled away from him, discarding the used condom in a nearby wastebasket. She stood, towering over him, her eyes glittering with amusement. "That," she purred, "was just for warm up."
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. A message from a friend had arrived. She read the message aloud, her voice taking on a different tone. "Good news! My friend is horny at home and she wants to get dirty with us!"
With a wicked gleam in her eye, Mistress Christine snapped her fingers, sending her slut scurrying to fetch fresh clothes. As he dressed in the adjoining room, he could hear muffled moans coming from the bathroom.
When he returned, he found Mistress Christine and her friend sitting together on the bed. "Come here, my little toiletslave," she purred, pushing him onto the bed between them. "It's time for you to serve your Mistresses."
The other woman was equally imposing, her eyes glinting with malice. She leaned down, her mouth close to his ear. "I need a good cleanout," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "I hope you're ready to handle this, slave."
With that, she leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. A moment later, he felt something wet and warm on his tongue. Looking up, he saw Mistress Christine smirking down at him. In her hand was a tube of creamy kaviar, which she squeezed onto his tongue.
"Taste your Mistress's pussy, slave," she commanded. He obeyed, tracing the sticky substance around her entrance with his tongue. It tasted musky and salty, an intoxicating blend of arousal and filth.
As he cleaned her pussy, he became more aware of the other woman's proximity. He could feel her heat radiating against his side, her fingers toying with his hair. Suddenly, she pressed something soft and warm against his lips. Looking up, he saw that it was her pussy.
"Lick me, slave," she growled. He hesitated for a moment before complying, his tongue darting out to lave her clit. She moaned, adding more pressure to his head as he licked and sucked her into orgasm.
Time seemed to lose meaning as he service his Mistresses, being passed back and forth between their eager mouths. Their hands roamed over his body, leaving trails of creamy mess wherever they touched.
When at last they were satisfied, they lay back on the bed, panting heavily. The aftermath of their pleasure was a sticky, messy tableau of sex and submission. For the toiletslave, it was a reminder that he existed only to serve his Mistresses' every whim.
