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Chapter 24 by Jexman

Who's Fingers are in Your Asshole?

Sasha's Turn!

You hear Sasha, “Move out of the way Lysha, I’m about to break this whiteboy.”

Lysha laughs while standing up, making sure to wipe her piss covered pussy lips on your hair but you couldn’t care less because at that moment you felt Sasha’s cock stretching your O-ring. Another moan of pleasure escapes your lips as Sasha goes balls deep into you and starts fucking you hard. She leans forward putting her head next to yours and grabs your piss covered hair tightly, forcing you to look at the toilet full of piss.

“You see that, bitch?” You nod, delirious with pleasure. “Good.”

Without warning Sasha shoves your face into the piss water completely submerging your head. You were mid moan, so the urine goes into your mouth, up your nose, and stings your eyes. Reflexively you start to panic as you feel like your drowning but Sasha holds you under while still fucking you hard and fast. After ten seconds that felt like ten minutes to you Sasha pulled you out of the toilet water, you hear all the futanari laughing and mocking you. Gasping and coughing you manage to take a breath before Sasha shoves your face back into the toilet.

For the next five minutes Sasha fucked you while essential waterboarding you in the toilet full of piss. It was the ultimate form of humiliation and your lust filled mind was loving it, the constant **** on your prostate, the lack of oxygen and the utter degrading had you in a never ending orgasm. Finally you feel Sasha’s cock start to twitch as she starts to fill your ass with cum. Once she finishes coming you soon feel more hot liquid filling you up, see was giving you a piss enema!

“You like that toilet boy?” Sasha says as you feel her piss filling you.

“Yes! Please fill me, Mistress!” You beg. Your brain was a mush of pleasure.

Once Sasha finishes peeing she stands up causing her semi-soft dick to slide out of your ass and with it a waterfall of piss and cum. You would have collapsed onto the ground but the toilet was keeping you up.

Sasha laughs, “Girls, the toilet boy hasn’t flushed the toilet. Should we help him?”

“Hell, ya!” “Let’s get this, whiteboy!” “Swirly!”

All the futanari start to shout in excitement as they all grab a hold of your legs and pick you up so they can dunk your head into the toilet and then flushed it. Like they were some schoolyard bullies. The scene ends with all of them walking out of the bathroom to the sound of club music and the camera cuts back to you with your head in the toilet while it is still flushing.

Suddenly the music stops and you hear, “Cut!” Sasha yells, and the girls quickly run back into the bathroom. Sasha hurries over to you with a worried look on her face, “Are you okay? Any difficulty breathing? Sharp pains?” Sasha rattles off question after question.

It takes you a second to process that she is worried about your health, you start to laugh, “I’m fine mom! But more importantly, how did I do? Did I look good?!”

Sasha grabs you by the shoulders and gives you a little shake, “No joking. Are you okay?”

Taken aback by Sasha’s concern you stop and nod, “Sasha, I feel fine, no pain." You rub your throat, "Well my throat is a little sore but not bad.”

Sasha looks you in the eyes seeming to check if you are actually being serious, she nods, “Okay. We went pretty hard and yes you looked hot as fuck! Before you get cleaned up I want to take a picture with everyone.”

Sasha positioned you on your knee in front of the toilet with a big smile and double peace sign. You're drenched in cum, urine and sweat with your lipstick smeared all over your face and mascara streaked tears cover your cheeks. All the girls line up behind you with Sasha positioned right behind you, and point their dicks at you. Sasha counts to three and five streams of urine hit you perfectly on the top of your head, how these girls managed to squeeze out more pee is beyond you. Sasha showed you the picture afterwards and it looked perfect!

“Alright, breaktime.” She checks her phone, “We got another hour with Doug. So clean up and take ten minutes to relax.”

What is the Plan for the Last Hour?

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