Peeing tom, a middle-aged man with a slight paunch and a receding hairline, had always been fascinated by the students of the all-girls school where he worked as a janitor. He'd spend hours every day cleaning their classrooms and hallways, stealing glances at their young, firm bodies whenever he could. But it was in the school bathrooms where his true obsession lay. He would hide in the stalls, peeping through the cracks between doors or under partitions, watching as the innocent girls relieved themselves. It was his dirty little secret, one he'd kept hidden for years.
One afternoon, Tom found himself lurking in the third-floor girls' bathroom when a group of five students entered. They were laughing and chattering as they walked in, oblivious to his presence. Tom held his breath, careful not to move as they filed past him into the stalls. But just as the coast was clear, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror above the sinks. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized one of the girls was looking right at him!
"What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice full of indignation. The other girls turned to see what she was talking about, their eyes widening in shock as they realized they'd been caught red-handed. "You pervert!" one of them spat, stomping over to him. "You've been watching us pee for years!"
Before Tom could react, they had him pinned to the floor, kicking and hitting him. He tried to apologize, plead for mercy, but they weren't interested in hearing it. Instead, they took turns pulling down their dirty, wet panties, shoving their crotches in his face so he could get a good whiff of their pee-soaked fabric. Then they'd force him to lick their sweaty, stinky panties clean, his tongue lapping up their puddled urine like a hungry puppy.
It went on for what seemed like hours, each girl taking a turn to humiliate and degrade him. By the time it was over, Tom felt as though he'd been through the wringer. His face was sore from where they'd slapped him, his tongue felt raw from all the polluted fluids it had soaked up. But the worst part was yet to come.
With one final kick to his stomach, the girls stood back, grinning triumphantly. "You're our toilet slave now," one of them announced, her voice full of malicious glee. They each took a pair of dirty socks, throwing them at Tom's face as they left the bathroom, laughing hysterically.
Tom lay there on the dirty floor, covered in urine and sweat, his mind reeling with what had just happened. He had been caught red-handed, and now he was being punished severely. He wasn't sure what would happen next, but one thing was certain: his life would never be the same again.
