As the party raged on, Gabi and her friends decided it was time for a new game. They summoned their slave, Tifany, and informed him of his latest task. He was to serve under the butts of each girl, one at a time. Each girl would relieve herself of her bowels while he was beneath them, and he was to make sure he swallowed every last drop. It was then Tifany's job to clean up after each girl, getting rid of any messes they might leave behind.
The first girl, Kayla, climbed onto a special chair that forced her to stick out her ass like a cowgirl. Her plump, round behind loomed overhead as she lowered herself down. Tifany could see the anticipation in her eyes as she positioned herself below. Kayla grunted with pleasure as she felt her full bowels move and release onto Tifany's eager tongue. She giggled and wiggled her backside as he dutifully swallowed every drop, wiping up any remaining mess with his tongue.
When Kayla was finally done, she hopped off the chair and signaled for the next girl. Gabi, the queen bee of the group, stepped forward confidently. She climbed onto another chair but this one forced her to sit on her tailbone, arching her back dramatically. Everyone could see the tight sphincter of her asshole as she lowered herself slowly onto Tifany's face. A thick stream of shit erupted from her asshole, painting a perfect picture of the city skyline on his face. Gabi laughed heartily as Tifany struggled to swallow each mouthful of her hot, steaming turds.
When Gabi was done, she leaned down and gave Tifany a pat on the head, smirking as she wiped her butt on his face. Last but not least, the smallest girl in the group, Lily, climbed onto the third and final chair. She was so tiny that Tifany could feel her breath on his face as she lowered herself onto him. She was like a porcelain doll, her asshole tight and small. However, that didn't stop her from unleashing a flood of diarrhea onto Tifany's face. He struggled to keep up as the wet, sticky mess dripped off her butt and covered his face in a soggy mess.
When all three girls had finished, they hopped off their chairs and clapped for Tifany's performance. They didn't even have to look at the disgusting mess he had become – they all knew he would do his job perfectly. Tifany wiped his face with the remaining tattered remnants of his shirt, cleaning up any remaining evidence of the girls' festivities. He stood up, trembling with anticipation of what would come next, knowing that his mistresses would find new and even more humiliating ways to use him.
