The moment the door opened, Luna's eyes widened at the sight before her. Faith lay there with his eyes closed, his mind already occupied by the fantasies he'd built up in anticipation of what was coming next. His perky little butt cheeks were perfectly presented for her inspection, and she couldn't resist reaching out and giving them a squeeze before she even said anything.
"Well well well, look at this little ass," she murmured softly as she ran her fingers along his crack, teasingly tracing the outline of his hole. "You've been a very naughty boy, haven't you? But don't worry, Mistress Luna is here to teach you a lesson you won't forget."
With that, Luna lowered her pants and revealed the enormous black dildo strapped to her thigh. It towered over Faith, almost threatening in its size; but the young man could tell by the hungry look in Luna's eyes that he was going to love every second of it.
"Come on, baby, let's get you ready to take all of this big, thick black cock," she purred, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him closer. She lubed up her fingers and began to probe at his hole, stretching it wider and wider with each passing minute. Faith moaned loudly as she working him over, the pleasure-pain building inside him until he thought he couldn't take anymore.
"Oh god Mistress, yes please," he begged, arching his back in anticipation. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Luna was satisfied that he was ready. She positioned the head of the dildo at his entrance and glared at him, daring him to protest. But Faith just nodded eagerly, ready for whatever she had in store for him.
And so it began: a brutal, punishing session of hardcore anal sex. Luna fucked Faith in every position imaginable, her thighs smacking against his ass cheeks with each powerful thrust. She growled and grunted as she took him, her eyes fixed on his face the whole time, demanding his submission with every inch she plunged inside him.
By the time she finally pulled out, Faith was a quivering mess. He could barely stand on his own, let alone walk. But the pain was quickly replaced by a strange, burning desire as he caught sight of Anita in the corner of his eye. She looked up at him, those piercing blue eyes promising all kinds of depravity if he played his cards right.
"Get on your knees, Faith," Luna commanded, and without hesitation, Faith did as he was told. Anita stepped forward, her full bladder swollen to unnatural proportions. Without a word, she lowered her pants and presented her shiny diaper-clad crotch to Faith.
"Drink it, Faith," Luna hissed into his ear. "Drink every last drop of your Mistress's filthy diarrhea."
Faith's cock twitched at the thought of tasting Anita's hot, nasty piss-stained shit. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the diaper, sucking greedily as the warm, thick liquid coated his tongue. He moaned around the thick wad of cum, relishing the taste of his Mistress's filth.
"That's it, Faith," Anita purred, her thighs shaking with every orgasmic squirt. "Drink it all up, baby."
And so they continued: Anita relieving herself into Faith's eager mouth, and Faith drinking it all down like the good little toiletslave he was. As he reached beneath her skirt to massage her swollen clit, he could feel himself getting harder by the second—a testament to just how much he truly loved his life as a toiletslave to two amazing dommes.
