Man Wakes Up to a Shocking Urination Scene
John woke up to the sound of his door creaking open. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, groggy from the deep sleep he had just woken up from. His heart skipped a beat as two women in skimpy outfits barged into his bedroom, their faces twisted with malicious smiles.
"What are you doing here?" John asked, clearly confused. He looked around, taking in the mess that had been made of his bedroom. Pillows were scattered across the floor, and his curtains were open, letting in a stream of bright sunlight.
"Don't you recognize us?" the taller of the two women asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She was holding a camera, which she pointed at him. The other woman stepped forward, her hand on her hip.
"You're the one who posted that ad on the internet, aren't you?" she demanded. "The one looking for women to have their way with you?"
John's face flushed red with embarrassment. He had indeed posted such an ad, under the pseudonym "Toilet Slave." He had never expected to be caught, let alone by two real women who seemed intent on making him live up to his online persona.
Before he could say anything else, the women reached down and pulled off their panties. They stood there, grinning at him, their naked bodies on full display. John stared, unable to believe what was happening.
Then, one of the women approached him, grabbed his head, and forced his mouth open. She straddled him, lowered her bare crotch level with his face, and began to urinate directly into his mouth. He could feel the warm, bitter liquid splashing down his throat as she poured herself into him.
"Drink it all up, toilet slave," she growled, her voice full of contempt. As she finished, she stepped back, making room for the other woman to take her place.
For what seemed like an eternity, John found himself being forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of urine. The women took turns urinating into his mouth, each time pushing his head down into their crotches or repositioning him on the bed to get a better angle. By the time they were finished, he had swallowed more than a dozen mouthfuls of their piss.
As they stood up and straightened their clothes, the women laughed cruelly at John's predicament. They left him there, on his messy bedroom floor, covered in his own drool and the women's urine. John stared after them as they walked out of his life, leaving him embarrassed, humiliated, and forever changed by their visit.
