Pussy Slave Facesitting and Piss Humiliation

Twenty-four-year-old Casimir knocked once and the apartment door opened before his hand dropped. Elise stood there at twenty-six, barefoot in a gray tank and tight black leggings that traced every curve of her ass and hips, dark hair loose. Rebecca waited just inside at twenty-five, blonde hair down, stone-gray yoga pants clinging to her thighs and the soft swell between them. The text had called it a movie evening. Their eyes said they had already decided what his mouth was actually invited for.

He stepped in. Rebecca reached past him and locked the deadbolt, the click sharp in the quiet entry. “There,” she said. “Just us and our eager pussy slave.”

His cock thickened against his zipper at once. Elise walked him backward until his calves hit the couch. The television glowed on a paused menu, some loud action film neither woman would watch. She tapped two fingers against his lower lip. “You know why we asked you over. Not the screen. This. Your tongue. Your face. They exist to serve our pussies. Say what you are.”

“Your pussy slave,” he answered, heat climbing his neck. “I want you to use me. Humiliate me. I came here for it.”

Rebecca’s hand settled on the back of his neck and guided him down onto the cushions. “On your back. We locked the door because you texted yes in under a minute. No pretending now.” She leaned close, breath warm against his ear. “Tell us again so we both hear how willing that mouth is.”

“I’m your eager pussy slave,” Casimir said, voice rough. “My face is yours. My tongue is yours. Do whatever you want with me.”

Elise’s smile turned slow and sharp. The ordinary air of the apartment thickened into the electric tension they all recognized, casual movie-night pretense collapsing the second she swung a leg over his chest. “Then lie still and remember your place. We’re going to remind you exactly what that face is good for before we even hit play.”

Elise shifted higher and planted the warm crotch of her leggings directly over his mouth. She ground in a slow circle, the thin seam dragging across his lips and nose. “Smell that first. Covered. You don’t get bare skin until you look desperate enough to earn it.”

Rebecca climbed on from the other side, yoga pants stretched tight over her ass as she lowered herself beside Elise. They took turns rocking their clothed pussies and asses over his face, pinning him, the fabric growing damp with their heat. Casimir moaned into it, tongue pushing helplessly against cotton, tasting only sweat and the faint musk seeping through. His hips jerked once. Rebecca laughed and reached back to palm the bulge in his jeans, squeezing just hard enough to make him gasp.

“Already leaking,” she mocked. “Trying to lick through my pants like a starved little slave. Not yet. Mouth stays busy.”

Elise hooked two fingers into the crotch of her leggings and peeled the fabric aside, baring slick pink folds. She sat fully, smothering his mouth. “Now. Lick. Deep. Get that tongue inside me and don’t stop.”

He thrust in at once, licking long strokes from her entrance up over her clit, the sharp-sweet taste flooding his mouth. Rebecca yanked her yoga pants down just far enough to free her ass and pussy, then replaced her, sitting heavy so his nose pressed into her crack while his tongue worked her cunt. “Ass too,” she ordered. “Lick my asshole. Worship it. That’s what you’re for.”

Casimir lapped eagerly, circling the tight rim, pushing, then sucking her clit until her thighs trembled. They traded again, bare now, riding his face with growing urgency, juices smearing his cheeks and chin, their mocking words constant. Rebecca paused above him, fingers tight in his hair. “You want hotter than this. I’ve been holding it. My piss. Warm and ready. I could let it go right into that open mouth if you beg like the desperate slave you are.”

His cock throbbed painfully. “Please,” he gasped against her skin. “Please piss in my mouth. Let me drink it. Use me harder. Humiliate me. I’ll take everything.”

Elise’s breath caught on a laugh. “Hear him. Begging already. Then we stop pretending this night is anything else.”

They stripped the rest of the way. Elise kicked the leggings off and climbed back naked, lowering her bare ass and dripping pussy over his mouth and nose until he was smothered. She ground down hard, wet folds spreading across his lips. “Lick every inch. Pussy and ass. You don’t come up for air until I lift. Your breath belongs to my cunt.”

His tongue worked frantically, plunging deep into her heat, then dragging up to circle and press into her asshole. She rocked, using his face, juices coating him from nose to chin while she moaned and told him how perfectly pathetic he looked. When she rose, strings of wetness connected them. Rebecca took her place at once, naked and heavier, her ass cheeks framing his face as she forced her pussy down. “Suck my clit. Then get your tongue in my ass. Deeper. I want to feel you trying and failing to breathe.”

He obeyed, frantic, licking and sucking, nose buried, stealing short gasps only when she shifted. They traded again and again, each woman smothering him in turn, pussies growing slicker, asses clenching around his probing tongue. Dirty commands spilled without pause. “Filthy slave. Drowning in cunt. That’s all your face is. A seat. A toy. Keep licking or we’ll sit harder.”

Rebecca settled over him naked once more and this time spread herself with two fingers. Hot piss streamed directly into his open mouth, salty and urgent, flooding his tongue. “Drink it,” she ordered, voice thick. “Every drop. Swallow like the pussy slave you begged to be.”

Casimir gulped, throat working, the warm rush filling him and spilling over his lips, down his neck, into his hair. The taste was sharp, intimate, exactly the humiliation he craved. Elise watched with fingers between her own legs, then straddled him and pissed straight onto his tongue, a steady golden stream he drank as fast as he could manage, the rest painting his cheeks and ears. “Take it all. Our piss belongs inside you. Don’t you dare waste what we give you.”

They weren’t done. Both women pulled the discarded leggings and yoga pants back on. The fabric clung at once, cold for a second, then blazing as they climbed onto his face again. Elise sat in the soaked black leggings and began to piss through them. Hot liquid seeped through the thin material in a spreading flood, drenching his mouth and nose while she ground the wet crotch against him. “Lick through the cloth. Taste my piss and my cunt at the same time. Suck it. Don’t stop.”

Rebecca followed, her yoga pants dark and squelching, releasing the rest of her bladder in a long deliberate stream that poured through the fabric onto his upturned face. Piss soaked everything, running into his hairline, pooling at his throat, the smell thick and sharp. He licked desperately at the wet seam, tongue pushing the cloth into their slits, drinking what reached him while they laughed and rocked. “Our little toilet. Look at you, covered. Keep swallowing. Every drop that leaks out of these leggings goes down your throat.”

“Now your cock,” Elise said, still seated on him in the piss-soaked leggings, grinding slowly. “Get it out. Stroke it. We want to watch you make a mess for us.”

Casimir fumbled his jeans open with shaking hands and freed his aching cock, already slick with pre-cum. He wrapped his fist around it and stroked hard, hips jerking, while both women continued taking turns smothering his mouth with their drenched pussies and asses. The humiliation coiled tighter than the pleasure. Rebecca slapped his cheek lightly through the wet fabric. “Faster. Cum into your own hand, slave. Then you’re going to eat every drop while we sit here and laugh at you.”

He stroked frantically, the taste of piss and the heat of their bodies shoving him over. His cock pulsed and thick ropes of cum shot into his palm, spilling over his fingers, a few streaks landing on his stomach. He groaned into the soaked cloth, the sound muffled.

“Stop. Hold it up,” Elise ordered. “Show us.”

He lifted the cum-filled hand, trembling. Both women leaned in, eyes bright with cruel amusement. “Eat it,” Rebecca said. “Lick your own cum off your fingers. Swallow every drop. While we grind on your filthy, piss-covered face and tell you what you are.”

Casimir brought his hand to his mouth and licked, the bitter salt of his own load mixing with the piss already coating his tongue. He sucked his fingers clean, then his palm, chasing every streak under their mocking laughter and filthy commands. “Good little cum-eater. Look at that desperate face. Drinking your own load like the pathetic pussy slave you are. Get the rest off your stomach. Don’t waste a single drop. Swallow it all while we use you.”

He obeyed, tongue working, face burning, cock still twitching, while they kept him smothered and told him how perfectly ruined he looked.

When the last weak spurts had drained through the soaked leggings onto his already drenched, cum-smeared face, Elise and Rebecca simply reached for the remote. The movie unpaused in a burst of noise neither of them watched. Elise settled her ass more firmly over his mouth in the wet black leggings, grinding in slow lazy circles. Rebecca stayed close, one hand stroking his hair like he was furniture they owned.

“Stay right there,” Elise murmured. “You’re our seat now. Our humiliated pussy slave for the rest of the night. Every time we shift, you lick. Every drop that leaks, you swallow.”

Casimir could only moan his agreement into the warm fabric, tongue still moving. Rebecca’s voice came soft and amused above the film. “You exist for this. Nothing else.”

Elise ground down once more, the wet cloth smearing across his lips, and asked, “You understand you’re not getting up until we’ve used that mouth through the whole movie, don’t you, Casimir?”