Double Trouble - Facesitting Degrading Toilet Slave

Sitting atop the toilet seat, her bare legs spread wide with toes curling against the cool tiles of the bathroom floor, Mila hovered above her two disgusting little slaves. She was exquisite, every inch of her goddess-like body on full display as they crawled beneath her, their noses barely reaching her knickers. She let out a low, teasing chuckle, her big tits jiggling ever so slightly in response to the rumbling beneath her. "Oh, look at you two pathetic pieces of shit," she sneered down at them, her perfect lips pulled back in disgust. "You're so desperate for a taste of my ass, but you'll never be worthy of it."

She gazed down at them as they- pathetically in her eyes- tried to reach her with their tongue. She pressed out her ass cheeks, winking her tight hole at them, taunting them with their proximity to her forbidden flesh while still denying them access. Their tongues lapped at the air between her leg like pathetic dogs trying to clean up a mess, never daring to breach the guardrails of her tanned, toned thighs.

Mila was loving every moment of their humiliation- the power she held over them was intoxicating. She lowered herself slowly onto the cold toilet seat, her plump ass hitting the hard porcelain with a loud smack that echoed in the small bathroom. "Sorry, boys," she purred down at them, batting her long eyelashes in feigned innocence. "Only my ass belongs on this throne." She spread her cheeks wider, revealing the perfect heart-shaped ass that was the source of all their pain and pleasure. "Wanna taste it?" She teased, the men nodding vigorously, their drool pooling around their faces in anticipation of her next move. But Mila wasn't done toying with them yet.

"Nuh-uh, not yet," she said, pressing her hand against the center of their foreheads, pushing them farther away from her perfect ass. Her power over them was intoxicating; she had reduced them to pathetic little creatures who would do anything for a taste of her forbidden flesh. The feeling of control coursed through her veins, making her shudder with delight.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to the two men, Mila reached down and grabbed one by the hair, lifting his face straight up towards her ass. With a sickening smack, she forced his mouth onto her ass cheek, feeling the warmth of his tongue lapping at her sweat-slick skin. "Yes," she moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure as she pushed him to work harder. "Eat it, you pathetic loser," she growled down at him, her voice dripping with hatred and desire mixed together in a lethal concoction.

The men worked in tandem now, each taking turns trying to give Mila the pleasure she demanded while the other licked up any remaining drops of her musk from the tiles beneath them. She laughed, the sound echoing off the tiles as she watched them crawl around like ants, trying to please her in any way they could. Their desperation was intoxicating; she'd never felt so powerful or desired in her life. And she knew that she'd never relinquish this power over them. Not until they'd been completely broken and made into her toilet slaves.

In a flurry of activity, Mila rose from the toilet and stood tall over them, her long legs shaking with the effort of holding her weight up. "That's enough for now," she said, her voice dripping withdisdain. She grabbed a washcloth and proceeded to clean herself off, grimacing as the cool water against her hot, sweaty skin. "You're dismissed," she said finally, using the washcloth to wipe them off the floor and out the door. They crawled pathetically away, eager to lick her up again but knowing that they'd have to wait for their next chance to taste her forbidden fruit.