Part 2: Toilet Slaves Scatology - Domestic slave Tasted Mistresss Fluids!
As Jane instructed, Martin knelt down and opened his mouth wide. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs as she leaned in closer. She grinned wickedly before she spat a large glob of her saliva into his open mouth. It was hot and sticky, with a subtle taste of her essence. Martin coughed a little, unable to keep from gagging slightly at the unexpectedly copious amount she had spat into his mouth.
"Swallow it all," Jane commanded, her voice firm yet laced with amusement.
Martin closed his eyes and swallowed, feeling the slick liquid slide down his throat. A shiver ran down his spine as he tasted her once again. Slowly, he opened his eyes to find Jane watching him closely, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Very good," she praised, patting his head gently. "Now let's teach you how to brush your teeth properly."
Taking a toothbrush from the nearby vanity, she withdrew it from the holster strapped to her thigh and held it out for him. Martin moved closer and took the toothbrush from her, noticing the slight tremor running through her hands. His mistress then leaned over the toilet and spread her legs wide, baring her moist pussy to him once again. She positioned the toothbrush against her folds and pushed it lightly inside, causing her to let out a soft moan.
"Copy me," she instructed, watching as he mimicked her actions.
Martin hesitated for a moment, his heart racing, but eventually followed her lead. The toothbrush slipped easily into his mouth as he gingerly pushed it between his lips. He felt a rush of euphoria wash over him as he tasted his own juices mixed with her saliva on the bristles.
Jane continued to guide him through the brushing motions, occasionally spitting more of her saliva onto the toothbrush for him to scrub his teeth with. As they worked, their breaths mingled with each other's, heavy with their arousal.
After a few minutes, Jane pulled the toothbrush out of Martin's mouth and smiled at his work. There was a faint tinge of pink on the bristles, evidence of their shared intimacy. She rinsed the toothbrush off under the sink before turning her attention back to him.
"See, wasn't that fun?" she purred, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair tenderly.
Martin nodded, unable to speak as he tried processing all that had happened. He felt a strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration coursing through him. A warm glow spread through his body as he realized that he had just experienced something truly unforgettable with his beloved mistress.
