RosellaExtrem - 3 mistresses piss toilet slave in his mouth!

It was a normal day at RosellaExtrem, where slaves were trained to serve their mistresses' every whim, no matter how extreme or degrading. One such slave was called upon for a special task: to be a toilet for three dominant women.

The first mistress, Rosella, stood over the slave with a smirk on her face. She wore a revealing outfit that showed off her perfect figure, and in her hand was a bottle of water. The second mistress, Sophia, stood to her right, clutching a bottle of soda. The third mistress, Alexa, stood to the slave's left, holding a bottle of wine. All three mistresses were tall and striking, their confidence and power emanating from every pore.

Rosella spoke in a calm, yet commanding voice. "You are going to be our toilet today," she said. "You will swallow every drop of our piss, and you will enjoy it. Do you understand?" The slave nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation.

Slowly, each mistress began to take aim. With a furrowed brow, Rosella squatted over the slave's face, her eyes locking onto his. She unleashed a powerful stream of urine, filling the slave's mouth with her golden nectar. He choked and gagged, but managed to swallow every drop.

Meanwhile, Sophia and Alexa took turns pouring their own piss onto the slave's body, giggling as he tried to catch it all in his mouth and swallow it down. The smell of urine filled the air, growing more intense with each passing moment. Sweat beaded on the slave's forehead as he struggled to please his mistresses.

When they were finally satisfied, Rosella spoke again. "Good boy," she purred, stroking his hair. "Now it's time for a reward." She leaned in close and kissed him gently, her warm breath bathing his face. "You can lick our pussies clean," she said, gesturing towards her two companions.

Sophia and Alexa lowered their panties, revealing plump, wet pussies glistening with excitement. The slave crawled between them, tongue out, ready to taste his mistresses' sweet nectar. He lapped at their pussies like a hungry dog, eliciting moans of pleasure from both women. It was an intoxicating sensation, having such power over him and knowing he would do anything for them.

After satisfying the women's desires, Rosella spoke once more. "That was good, but you still have not thanked us properly," she admonished. The slave looked up at her, confusion written across his face. "You should thank us for letting you serve us so well," she explained. "For providing you with a purpose in life." The words were like a slap in the face, but the slave knew better than to argue back.

"Thank you, mistresses," he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. "Thank you for choosing me to be your toilet and giving me the honor of licking your pussies." Tears rolled down his cheeks as he spoke, a mixture of humiliation and ecstasy coursing through his veins. For a moment, the mistresses looked at each other, impressed by the slave's devotion. Then they laughed and turned away, dismissing him as if he were nothing more than a pet.

The rest of the day was uneventful for the toilet slave. He spent most of his time cleaning up after his mistresses, reliving the events of the morning in his mind over and over again. He knew that the next time they called upon him, it would be for an even more extreme task: eating their shit. But despite the humiliation and degradation, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride and belonging. For no matter how much they pushed him, he would always come back for more.