In a large, bustling dormitory filled with young college girls, there was one boy who held an unusual yet essential role - he was their personal toilet slave. His job was to be at their beck and call whenever they needed to relieve themselves, day or night. He had become accustomed to the loud music and constant chatter that filled the air, but his main focus was always on his mistresses' call of nature.
One day, he heard his first request of the day. "Slave, get in here!" called one of the girls from her room. Quickly turning the handle on the bathroom door, he entered to see the girl standing there with her hand on her hip, looking impatiently at him. "I have to take a dump," she said nonchalantly, turning her head aside to reveal her bare bottom.
The slave approached cautiously, his heart pounding with anticipation. As he knelt down before her, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him - her round, plump butt rising gently into the air as she got into position. Slowly, he reached out a trembling hand and placed it on her bare bottom cheek, feeling the warmth emanating from her backside.
"Don't you dare touch my asshole," she warned, her voice dangerously low. He nodded apologetically, knowing full well that the punishment for such disobedience would be severe. Slowly, he began to massage her cheeks, watching in fascination as they gently yielded to his touch.
As he continued his ministrations, he heard another voice calling from down the hall. "Slave, come here!" It was another one of his mistresses, urgently summoning him to her bathroom. With a heavy heart, the slave tore himself away from his current task and hurried to obey her command.
As he entered her room, he could see her crouched over the toilet, her panties already at her ankles. "Hurry up, slave," she growled, glancing over her shoulder at him impatiently. He nodded quickly, understanding the gravity of his situation. Slowly, he untied the knot in his robe and allowed it to fall open, revealing his erection hidden within.
The girl let out a low, throaty laugh. "Yes, that's what I need, slave. Now get to work!" She extended her leg towards him, inviting him to do as he had been trained to do. Approaching cautiously, he knelt down between her spread legs and lowered his face towards her pussy, taking in the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
As he began to lap at her juices, he could feel her shudder with pleasure. His fingers worked their way into her folds, finding her hot, tight entrance. Slowly, he began to push one finger inside her, feeling her walls pulse around him in rhythm with her moans.
As he worked his magic, he looked up to see the other girl watching them from the doorway. Her face was flushed, and she bit her lip, clearly struggling not to climax from the sight before her. Despite the risk, the slave couldn't help but glance up at her, their eyes meeting for a split second before she quickly looked away.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the first girl cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling under his ministrations. Wiping his face clean with the back of his hand, the slave stood up to look at her. Their eyes held a moment before she turned away, pulling up her panties once more.
With a heavy heart, the slave made his way back down the hall to attend to the other girl. As he knelt by her side, he couldn't help but think about the strange life he had chosen. But despite the challenges, there was no denying the thrill that came with being their obedient toilet slave. He knew that as long as they needed him, he would be there - ready to serve, willing to please.
