Smelly Milana / Poo19 - The girls liked this feeding tool

Welcome to the world of smelly Milana, where poop is the ultimate aphrodisiac and toilet slavery reigns supreme. Our latest story features two girls, both with a taste for the taboo and a desire to flex their dominance over an unsuspecting slave. Armed with a special feeding tool, they prepare to make their mark on this poor bastard's life forever.

The tool in question is a simple but effective invention; it looks like a toilet bowl with numerous holes drilled throughout its surface. The girls had come across it quite by accident at a sex shop, but as soon as they saw its potential, they knew they had stumbled upon something truly special. They couldn't wait to put it to the test!

First things first, they positioned the hapless slave in front of the contraption. His identity remained hidden from them, which only served to heighten their sense of power and control. With a mischievous grin spreading across their faces, they released him from his restraints and instructed him to sit down on the device. His mind must have been reeling with confusion and fear as he did as he was told.

As he settled into position, the girls prepared themselves for what was about to come. Amaya stepped forward, unzipping her jeans and revealing her clean-shaven pussy to the slave's unsuspecting mouth. She hissed through her teeth as she lowered herself onto the tool's surface, feeling every inch of her moist folds come into contact with the cold steel. A slow stream of her warm urine began trickling its way down into the bowl beneath her.

Next up was Milana. She had been holding it in for quite some time now, eagerly anticipating this moment. With a loud sigh, she released a steaming heap of feces directly into the bowl below. It was thick and pungent, filled with the unmistakable scent of decaying waste. She watched with satisfaction as it mixed with Amaya's urine, creating a nauseatingly sweet smell that only served to heighten the sexual tension in the air.

Finally, it was time for them to join their lower halves in the filth below. They positioned themselves on either side of the tool, their faces level with the bowl now. Amaya leaned forward, allowing her tongue to dart out and lap at the mix of fluids below. Milana followed suit, grabbing the slave's head and pushing it down into the fetid mess. Their hands roamed freely over his body, teasing and taunting him with every touch.

The experience was unlike anything the slave had ever encountered before. He was drowning in a sea of female discharge, his every sense overwhelmed by the overpowering stench that assailed him from all sides. But as much as he tried to fight against it, a strange desire started to take hold of him. He found himself growing hard in his restraints, his cock straining against the tight confines of his pants. It was then that he realized; this was the life he had always been searching for.

In that moment, the girls finally relented, pulling away from their sickening feast and allowing the slave to catch his breath. They both looked down upon him with a mixture of triumph and lust, their bodies glistening with sweat and excrement. And as they walked away, leaving him there, still hard and yearning for more, it became abundantly clear that this was only the beginning.