Toilet Slaves Scatology - Mistresses holds a PISS Party for you! - Part 3

Lena sat back down on the toilet and crossed her legs, watching with a mix of amusement and anticipation as Christopher struggled to hold back his own bladder. "Oh, Christopher," she purred, "seeing you like this always turns me on. I'm so glad I decided to have you tonight." She looked around the room at the other women, all of whom were also watching him with hungry eyes. "Aren't you, girls?"

They nodded in unison, grins spreading across their faces. Jennifer stepped forward, her fingers tracing sensually over the smooth curve of the marble toilet as she approached Christopher. She leaned down close to his ear and whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "Don't worry, baby," she purred, "we won't make you wait much longer." Her fingers found the hem of her skirt and began to lift it slowly, revealing soft, silk-clad thighs beneath.

Tanya grabbed a bottle of champagne from a table nearby and popped the cork, spraying foam over the gathered crowd. "Let's start our piss party!" she cried, and the women erupted into cheers. Lena laughed and stood up from the toilet, her bare feet making soft squeaking sounds against the marble floor. She motioned for Christopher to stand up, and he rose shakily to his feet, unable to meet any of their gazes.

Lena took his hand and led him towards the bathtub in the corner of the room. "This is where we're going to have our fun," she murmured, her breath warm against his neck. She pushed him gently towards the wet surface of the tub, and he sank down into the soft water with a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he realized his predicament as the water came up to his chest—he was completely at their mercy.

One by one, the women approached the tub, their expressions a mix of lust and power. Jennifer was the first, straddling his legs and leaning down to whisper in his ear. "You're going to get very wet, baby," she purred, and then she pressed her soft, moist pussy against his lips. He hesitated at first, but then she leaned down and began to rub her clit against his tongue. As he tentatively licked her, she started to moan, her hips bucking against his face.

Tanya stepped forward next, her hand on her hips. She was wearing a sheer black thong that barely covered her plump ass as she bent over to aim her pussy at his face. "Suck it, baby," she growled, and Christopher could feel the heady power of her command as he opened his mouth and took her whole pussy inside. Her taste was sharp and salty, and he closed his eyes as she started to grind against his face, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm.

The others took turns, each one pushing him to the brink of pleasure and then pulling back, leaving him aching with want. Lena watched them, her eyes dark and intense, her hand idly playing with the hem of her dress. Christopher felt his cock straining against the confines of his trousers, desperate for release. But this was no time for release—this was a piss party, after all.

Finally, the women stepped back, leaving him alone in the tub, his cock standing straight up and glistening with their saliva. Lena approached again, this time with a gleaming crystal champagne flute. She leaned down with a wicked grin and filled the flute with her hot, steaming piss, the amber liquid spilling over the edge and dripping onto his chest. She held the glass up to his lips, and he opened his mouth, tasting the bitter sweetness of her urine.

The women cheered as he drank, and then they each took turns urinating onto him, a steady stream of golden piss soaking into his skin. It felt both scalding hot and cold at the same time, a contradictory sensation that sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes and let himself be lost in the sensation, the taste of piss on his tongue and the feeling of their hands on his body. This was a night he would never forget—a night of pure, unadulterated depravity.