Scarlet was in a rush to use the bathroom, and as I walked towards it, I could hear her calls echoing through the room. Upon reaching the bathroom door, I pushed it open to find chaos. The toilet was clogged, and it was clear that this wasn't the first time—a toy with a dildo attached to it, laying in the filth of the overflowing bowl. I knew exactly who was responsible for this mess.
Julius, our pathetic slave, had been drinking coffee with us earlier. He didn't warn us about the clogged toilet, and now there was no other option but to use it as our own. I walked towards him, taking in his nervousness as he clenched his muscles, waiting for my reaction.
Without further thought, I kicked him in the balls as hard as I could. The sound of his suppressed groan filled the room, and it brought a sadistic smile to my face. Spitting in his face, I demanded an explanation for his carelessness. He tried to speak but couldn't find the words, so I slapped him across his cheek, drawing blood.
Scarlet, the dominant Mistress in our duo, took charge. She grabbed a pair of latex gloves from a nearby drawer and slipped them on before approaching Julius. With practiced ease, she pulled down his pants, revealing his hairy, defiled manhood. She took a moment to admire her handiwork—Julius's balls were covered in thick shaving cream, ready for her pleasure.
As she began to toy with his cock, taunting him with gentle strokes and flicks of her fingernails, I noticed something else. A small vibrator inserted into his anus, still buzzing from whatever act it had been used for. I snorted in disgust at the thought of another person using our slave in such a demeaning way.
"Remove it." Scarlet commanded, her hot breath blowing against Julius's neck. He whimpered as she twisted his cock, making him arch his back in painful ecstasy. Slowly, he reached back and pulled out the vibrator, presenting it to us like a trophy. We would deal with the owner of the toy later.
It was time to reclaim our toilet. Scarlet climbed onto Julius's chest, straddling him as she leaned forward to allow her pussy to hover over his face. Her black lace thong was damp with anticipation, and I could already smell the rich aroma of her aroused womanhood.
"Suck," she growled, her words echoing in the small bathroom. Julius hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth and taking her into his mouth. His tongue flicked against her clit, as he began to moan into her folds. It was as if he was trying to crawl back into her pussy, such was his desire.
As Scarlet rode Julius's face, I prepared for my turn. Unbuckling my stiletto heels, I stepped out of them and placed my bare feet on Julius's chest, pushing him down into the filth of his own making. He whimpered as I lined up my asshole with his face, feeling the heat emanating from my crotch.
With a sigh of anticipation, I lowered myself onto Julius's face, grinding my hips against his face as I felt his tongue probing my asshole. His breath was hot against my ass, and I could see the pleasure in his eyes as he tasted every inch of my tight, muscular hole.
As I rode his face, my orgasm building with every thrust, I lit up a cigarette. The smoke filled the tiny bathroom, mingling with the smell of Julius's cock and asshole. I could feel the warmth of Scarlet's pussy as she began to cum, her juices dripping onto Julius's face and mixing with his saliva.
Suddenly, we heard a strange sound coming from Julius. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, but we ignored it, engrossed in our own pleasure. It wasn't until we felt something warm and sticky between our buttocks that we stopped.
We turned to face Julius, and saw that he had begun to defecate. His asshole was loose and pulsating, as the thick, golden strands of his shit oozed out of him and onto our faces. Scarlet screamed in disgust, pushing Julius off her and scrambling away from the mess.
I, on the other hand, felt a strange stirring of arousal within me. The smell of fresh shit mixed with Scarlet's musky scent, and the sight of Julius's glistening asshole in mid-spurt sent shivers down my spine. Without thinking, I reached down and stuffed my face with Julius's shit, savoring the taste and texture.
We stood there, covered in each other's shit and cum, staring into each other's eyes. It was a surreal moment, one that seemed to last an eternity. Slowly, we began to clean up, scrubbing our skin raw as we tried to rid ourselves of the filth that now clung to us.
The toilet still hadn't been fixed, and Julius was still sitting in his own shit. But for now, we had other plans. We had shamed him enough for today. As we made our way back to our room, we couldn't help but wonder who would be next to experience our unique brand of femdom.
