ScatqueensBerlin - Laughed P2

Once again, Lady Grace and her mischievous companion, the stunning Scatqueen Berlin, met with their eager toilet slave in a dimly lit bathroom. The slave's face gleamed with anticipation as he lay prostrate on the cold tiled floor, his eyes fixated on his Mistresses's glistening asshole. "How silly you look," Scatqueen Berlin laughed, pushing her dirty panties towards him. "Spread these for us, toilet slave." Shaking with excitement, the slave did as he was told, parting her garments to reveal her steaming pussy. He could smell its potent aroma from where he was, and his mouth began to water. "Good boy," Lady Grace cooed, straddling him. "Now, open wide." Without hesitation, the slave opened his mouth wide, anticipating his Mistress's delicious offering. He didn't have to wait long. "Here it comes, toilet slave," Scatqueen Berlin purred, lowering her dripping ass onto his face. The warm, sloppy mess splattered onto his tongue, filling his mouth with her intoxicating smell. He moaned around her cock, eager for more. "You filthy whore," Lady Grace chuckled, striking her friend's ass hard. "Now let's see you take it all in." As if she had no control over herself, Scatqueen Berlin began to shit on her slave's face, and the toilet slave welcomed every inch of it. He groaned in pleasure as her soft turds coated his skin, her hot piss flowing down his throat. "That's it, slave," Lady Grace said, admiring her friend's work. "Now, it's time for you to show us how well you clean up." The toilet slave used his tongue to clean every inch of his Mistress's asshole, licking up every drop of her essence. "Excellent, slave," Scatqueen Berlin purred, looking down upon him with amusement. "Now, it's your turn." The slave braced himself as she lowered her ass once more, knowing full well what she had in store for him. She grinned wickedly as her ass cheeks clenched, and he trembled with anticipation. With a sudden, violent push, Scatqueen Berlin emptied her turd right onto his face, covering him in her warm, stinking shit. The stench was overwhelming, but the slave couldn't help but moan as he felt the weight of her waste on his skin. "That's enough, slave," Lady Grace said, turning to leave the bathroom. "I think he's had enough for one day." As the door closed behind them, the toilet slave lay there, covered in his own filth and that of his Mistresses'. He couldn't help but smile; he had been laughed and humiliated, but he had never felt more alive. And as for the taste? It was a delicacy he could never get enough of.