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Once upon a time, at a lush garden party, I was introduced to the world of outdoor piss sluts by my ever-adventurous girlfriend, Gaby. The setting was gorgeous - a private estate filled with beautiful plants, flowers, and even a sparkling pool. The air was buzzing with excited chatter as guests mingled, sipped on cocktails, and enjoyed the warm summer breeze. But what caught my attention was the unusual proposal that Gaby had made to the host. She had offered herself and me as outdoor toilets for anyone who wanted to engage in some kinky fun. To my surprise and disbelief, the host had happily agreed, even providing us with a set of matching pink toilet seat covers. As the party went on, more and more guests approached us, eager to use us as their personal urinals. I stood there, watching as Gaby's pretty face was drowned in warm piss, and I felt a strange thrill coursing through my veins. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer, so I knelt before the next man who approached us and opened my mouth wide, ready to receive his hot stream of pee. It was exhilarating, like nothing I had ever experienced before. The feeling of fullness, of submitting to another's desires, was overwhelmingly satisfying. And as the night wore on, I found myself losing myself in the sensation, eagerly begging for more piss with every passing moment. It wasn't just me, either. Gaby seemed to be reveling in her role as an outdoor piss slut, her eyes shining with excitement and her body trembling with anticipation. She would grunt and moan as the warm piss filled her mouth, pushing her to the limits of pleasure. By the end of the night, we were both completely spent, covered in cum and piss stains. But as we staggered back to our accommodations, I couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria. I had experienced something truly taboo, something that most people would never even consider. And yet, there was something undeniably liberating about giving in to our desires, no matter how depraved they might seem to others. From that day forward, I knew that I had found my calling as a toilet slave. And even though it meant submitting myself completely to the whims of others, I couldn't imagine ever wanting to go back to a life without pee and cum and the endless thrills that came with it.