Toilet Slaves Scatology - Schoolgirls Shit on Me and I Love It! - Part 4

As the last girl finished peeing into my mouth, she giggled and jumped off the toilet bowl, leaving me with the bitter taste of urine and feces. My mind was in a haze of arousal and degradation as I realized the extent of my humiliation. I was nothing more than a toilet slave, being used by these schoolgirls for their every need. Despite the disgusting nature of my task, a strange sense of fulfillment coursed through my veins. I was alive, and these girls were the reason why. One by one, they came to stand over me, their dresses hiked up to expose their soiled panties. I knew what was coming next, and my body instinctively reacted with anticipation. The first girl lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her ass inches from my face. She grinned wickedly before releasing a fat turd onto my tongue. I forced myself to swallow, savoring the taste of her shit as it mixed with the lingering flavors of her urine. She laughed loudly, clearly enjoying my submission. The second girl followed suit, dropping a hot, sticky load of poo right into my waiting mouth. I sucked greedily at it, determined to please them in any way I could. The third girl came next, her shit tasting different from the others but no less delicious. They took turns like this, each girl gleefully taking a turn defiling me with their filth. The experience left me utterly spent and exhausted, yet somehow I found the strength to stand up and bow before them. "Thank you, my mistresses," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "I am eternally grateful for the privilege of serving you."