As dawn broke over the small village, Kitra awoke feeling refreshed after a night of rest on her toilet slave's neck. She stretched lazily, her bare breasts swaying enticingly in the morning breeze, and yawned as she watched the sun peek over the horizon. Today was going to be a special day, as she had planned to share her loyal toilet with her dear friend Empress Amora. The thought of both of them desecrating the man at the same time brought a wicked grin to her lips.
Kitra rose from her makeshift throne, her toes digging into the slave's scalp as she stood up straight, and allowed herself a moment to admire her reflection in the small mirror that hung on the outside of the home they shared. She ran her hands through her luxurious fiery curls and sent a wink towards the cowering figure before strutting out into the cool morning air.
Knocking softly on Amora's door, she heard the empress' voice calling out for her to enter. As she pushed open the door, she was met with the sight of her friend reclining on a chaise lounge, sipping sweet tea and looking every bit as regal as she did. Amora's golden eyes widened at the sight of Kitra, her face flushing with excitement.
"Ah, Kitra! You are as beautiful as ever," Amora purred, her voice like honey dripping off a spoon. "I must say, I've been eagerly awaiting your visit ever since you invited me to join you today."
Kitra sauntered up to the chaise lounge, sinking onto its plush surface next to her friend. She couldn't help but gaze down at Amora's exposed skin, imagining the warmth of her own body against it. "I'm glad you could fit me into your busy schedule, Empress," she teased, leaning in close.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tangling tongues and expressing their deep affection for each other. As they broke apart, Kitra grinned wickedly. "Ready to get started?"
Together, they walked hand in hand to the small hut where their toilet slave was being kept. They could hear him whimpering softly through the wooden door, his terror palpable. Pushing it open, they were greeted by the sight of the man trembling on the floor, his eyes wide with fear as he looked up at them.
"Good morning, slave," Kitra purred. "We have some fun planned for you today."
Without further ado, she climbed onto his lap, her weight causing him to groan and grunt in discomfort. She could feel his cock, still hard from his night on the toilet, pressing against her thigh. She straddled him, sitting in his lap like a true queen, and turned to Amora. "Come on, my friend, let's give him a taste of what he's in for."
Amora hesitated for just a moment before stepping forward and climbing onto the toilet slave's face. Her back arched as he began to pleasure her, his tongue tracing circles around her entrance. Kitra watched with darkened eyes, her heart racing in anticipation.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto the slave's cock, feeling him filling her up. He whimpered under their combined weight, but she paid him no mind. She began to grind against him, her hips rolling and her stomach muscles flexing with each thrust. Kitra reached down and pinched a nipple, hard, eliciting a gasp from her friend.
"Oh, Amora, look at you," she chuckled, her voice husky. "You like it rough, don't you?"
The empress nodded, her wide eyes locked on Kitra's. "Yes, my lady," she whispered, a moan escaping her lips.
Together, Kitra and Amora took the man to heights of pleasure and pain, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Their moans filled the tiny hut, echoing off the walls and ceiling.
After what felt like hours, Kitra withdrew from the slave's pulsating cock, a mixture of their fluids dripping to the floor. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "Enjoy that, toilet slave? You've been shared by two beautiful goddesses."
Amora slid off his face, landing with a soft thud on the floor. She smiled up at him, her face slick with sweat and the remnants of their shared pleasure. "What a treat," she purred, licking her lips.
Kitra climbed off the man, standing before him with a wink. "You've got one more day to go, toilet slave. Remember, it'll be worth it when you see us again."
As they left the hut, Kitra was already planning what kind of torment she would inflict upon him during their final day together. The smile never left her lips as she considered the possibilities. For now, though, there was time for rest and perhaps a soak in the village's only bathhouse. Her hand strayed down to her nethers, already growing hungry for the next encounter.
