Mistress Michelle woke up feeling refreshed after a long day of scat partying. She smiled, looking down at the toilet slave lying on the ground amidst a puddle of piss and shit. His mouth was wide open, eagerly awaiting her waste. The scatqueen chuckled as she adjusted her lingerie before straddling the man's head.
"Good morning, toilet slave," she purred, her ample ass inches away from his face. She giggled and spread her juicy cheeks, revealing her puckered asshole. "You've been such a good little cockpit for us all, haven't you? I think it's only fair to use you for your intended purpose."
With that, Mistress Michelle lowered her perfect ass onto the toilet slave's face, grinding against his mouth as she squeezed out a thick turd. The man struggled to breathe underneath the massive piece of shit, his saliva mixing with the goddess's warm excrement. Piss started trickling out of Michelle's pussy, dripping onto the slave's forehead and into his eyes.
"Ahh, so good," she moaned softly. "You always know how to treat us right."
Satisfied with the sounds of the toilet slave's retching and slurping, Mistress Michelle finally pulled off, leaving a dark ring of filth around his mouth. She giggled again and stood up, offering her hand to the next scatqueen in line.
"It's your turn now, mistress," she said excitedly, patting the slave's head fondly. "I left him nice and ready for you."
Mistress Jenna gladly accepted the offer, straddling the helpless man's face as he gulped for air. She moaned in delight as she felt his rough tongue lap at her pussy and ass, tasting the mix of Mistress Michelle's shit and piss. Jenna's asshole twitched, urging the slave to lick harder. His nose was completely buried in her ass, sucking in the scent of her foul odor.
"That's it, toilet slave," Jenna purred. "You're such an eager little toilet bowl."
Jenna grunted as she squeezed out a long, thick log of diarrhea into the toilet slave's open mouth. His tongue desperately tried to lap up every last drop of her warm shit, sending shivers down her spine. Satisfied, Jenna finally pulled off, wiping her ass with a satisfied smirk.
"Your turn, mistress," she said, patting the slave's head again.
Mistress Serena stepped forward, her face twisted into a mix of desire and disgust. She slowly straddled the man's face, her pussy drenched in her own excitement. Serena lowered herself onto the toilet slave's face, moaning softly as she felt his rough tongue explore her most intimate areas. She grunted, slamming her wet pussy down onto his face, as she let loose a torrent of shit.
"Ungh... fuck," she growled, bucking her hips wildly. "Drink it all up, you dirty toilet."
Finally, Serena pulled off, leaving the toilet slave gasping for air underneath the growing mountain of excrement created by the three scatqueens. A thick layer of shit, piss, and saliva coated his face, and he could taste the stench in every part of his mouth.
"Was he a good little toilet for you, girls?" Mistress Michelle asked, giggling.
"Oh, definitely," Jenna replied with a smirk. "I think we should give him a reward for his hard work."
With that, the three scatqueens laughed maniacally as they each took turns pissing one last time onto the helpless toilet slave's face. His mouth overflowed with warm, stale liquid as he was left covered in a thin sheet of golden piss.
"Now that's a good toilet," Mistress Michelle said proudly, her stomach growling hungrily. "Let's see what kind of breakfast we can scrounge up for him."
The three scatqueens, their bodies still dripping with sweat and cum, walked over to the kitchen, discussing the day's plans for their unfortunate toilet slave. They knew there were plenty of ways to make him earn his keep, and they couldn't wait to see what kind of depraved tasks they could come up with next.
