Toilet Slaves Scatology - Waitress PISS!

The waitress was on her feet for hours, serving customers at the restaurant. Her shift had just ended, and she was about to get a well-deserved break. As she walked towards the restroom, she couldn't help but feel the urge to relieve herself. She had been holding it in all throughout her shifts, hoping to make it to the toilet soon. But as she reached the employee restroom, she noticed something unusual.

There was a male waiter lying on the floor, his head buried deep in one of the toilet bowls. As she approached him, she could see what he was doing. He was drinking his own piss, and had a look of ecstasy on his face. The waitress was shocked but intrigued. She had never seen anything like this before. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

"Hey," she said, grabbing his hair and pulling his head out of the toilet bowl. "Why don't you make me drink that instead?"

Without waiting for an answer, she pushed him off the floor and made her way into one of the stalls. She sat down on the toilet seat and spread her legs wide apart, revealing her freshly shaven pussy. "Fill it up," she said, her voice shaking with anticipation. The waiter nodded eagerly and returned to his earlier position, his head in the bowl once again. As he started drinking, she felt the warm liquid filling the glass sitting next to her.

The waitress took a deep breath and downed the glass in one gulp. It tasted revolting, but she couldn't deny the feeling of power that surged through her as she made the waiter drink his own piss. She watched as he finished his task and stared at the empty glass in amazement. "That was quick," he said, his voice trembling with excitement.

Without breaking eye contact, she held out the glass to him once again. "You want more?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded eagerly, so she refilled the glass and handed it back to him. This time, she leaned forward slightly, her breasts pressed against the stall wall. As he started drinking, she placed a hand on his cheek and guided his head towards her pussy. "Taste it," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "And if you like it, you can have some more."

He obeyed her command, and as his tongue started exploring her wetness, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. She had never felt so dirty and yet so aroused at the same time. When he finally pulled away, his face was covered in her juices, and he looked up at her with a mixture of lust and fear in his eyes. "It tastes... delicious," he stammered.

She smiled, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Good boy," she purred. She stood up and reached for his pants, pulling them down in one swift motion. His cock sprang forward, hard and erect, beads of pre-cum already forming on the head. Without hesitation, she dipped her finger into her own pussy juices and rubbed it against the tip of his cock, coating it in her own essence. Then, she positioned him at her entrance and lowered herself onto his cock, the familiar tightness washing over her as she felt him fill her up.

With each thrust, they moaned in unison, their bodies moving in a rhythm of pure lust. The taste of their combined fluids filled the air, and the waitress knew that this was just the beginning of their scatological journey. They continued like this for what felt like hours, their bodies covered in sweat and smelling of sex and piss. When they finally reached the point of no return, they both let out a primal scream and exploded in a shower of pleasure.

Cleaning up would have to wait, though. Instead, the waitress leaned against the sink, catching her breath while staring at her reflection in the mirror. She looked at the mess they'd created around them and felt an unfamiliar sense of pride. Maybe she had found something more than a quick break from work here. Maybe she had found a new way to express her darkest desires.

Or maybe she was just going to go find a bathroom that didn't smell like piss and urine and hope for the best. Still, she couldn't deny the rush she got from making someone else submit to her twisted requests. Maybe there would be others who would enjoy this kind of play.

As she walked towards the restaurant manager's office to explain the mess they had left behind, she couldn't help but feel a glimmer of excitement about what the future might hold for her newfound hobby. Who knew toilet slavery could be so... rewarding?