[Nutmeg] A bathroom break for Nutmeg.

"Maaaaasteeeeer~" The whining, nasal accent turns your head from the festivities, and you watch as Nutmeg does what cannot be anything except an adult, female rendition...

... of the Pee-Pee Dance.

"Don't tell me you..."

"I wuz holding it all night waitin' for Xenia to finish hoggin' the bathroom," the whore whines like a toddler, earning a {if@ Chantel_xenia = true}muffled objection from the mouth pressed into Chantel's snatch{else}grunt of irritation from the dwarf{endif}, "and when she finished we got called in here... and now I really gotta... go..."

You sigh, making your irritation clear as Nutmeg visibly shrivels before you. This is hardly a mood enhancement... but perhaps it could be? "Number one or number two?"

"Huh?" Nutmeg blinks at you until, realizing your meaning, she throws her plastic nails and hands up like you've got her at gunpoint. "Numbah one only, swear to Gawd!"

You give {if Chantel_devi = false}Devi a gentle squeeze as you hug her, if only to distract her from her enraptured stare{else@}your turgid meat a significant tug if only to knock you out of your daze from watching{endif} as {if@ Chantel_xenia = true}Xenia starts to **** her tiny fist into the soaked cunt before her{elseif Chantel_ophelia = true}Ophelia resumes nursing poor Chantel{elseif Chantel_diana = true}Diana goes back to gently biting Chantel's tender, perky little nipples{endif}. "Nutmeg, sixty-nine this whore."

"B-but..." You shoot her a quiet, {if Morality > 0}expectant{else@}menacing{endif} glance, and the objection turns into her cautious march onto the bed. The others temporarily clear off from Chantel's face, giving the skinny street walker room to mount her crotch onto Chantel's chin and starts suckling the same girl's clit.

Nutmeg's own twat twitches as she holds back a fountain of piss, a fact not lost on Chantel. "She's... she's going to-"

"I'm ready to knock you up, Chantel," you groan as {if Chantel_Devi = false}Devi vigorously strokes{else@}you vigorously stroke{endif} your meat, "or I can have Nutmeg here suck me off."

"P-Please, Nutmeg-"

"Of course, she probably won't be able to hold it in any longer if she does... my jizz makes them lose control for a bit, and I give her full leave to let loose on your face on such an occasion."

Nutmeg takes one long suck of the pussy as she raises her head to meet your eyes. "I ain't ever peed on nobody before... well, not for free..." Nutmeg widens her stance, bringing her twitching cunt ever closer to Chantel's face. You begin to twitch yourself as you imagine her confused face as she contemplates her options.

"Your call, Chantel-"

"Fine!" Your slaves almost leap to gag her again, so she repeats in a proper inside voice. "F-Fine... in her mouth."

You lift Nutmeg's chin with one finger, and shove yourself down to the root into Nutmeg's professional throat. Your enjoyment of this game is overcome with your latest orgasm, and Nutmeg's eyes rolling back into her head is the only warning you get before her kegels can no longer save her fellow streetwalker: a spurt of urine shoots into Chantel's mouth, up her nose, into her eyes to make her gasp and screw them shut, and slowly Chantel's body crumples, drifting the steady stream of what remains down the whore's neck, over her perky nipples and tits, staining her upper arms and armpits with the acrid fluid. You lost appreciation for just how much urine can come out of someone filled to capacity: it trails in locks of gold that become waves, ruining your bed as they ruin the writhing whore. When at last Nutmeg is finished, her tongue and lips thickly coated in your cum, she's left giggling in a deep, stupid voice.

Being a man, you'd have to leave it to imagination to understand what coming and pissing at the same time feels like... but her expression, of absolute relief, looks tempting enough for some terrible, future experiment. Eagerly and extra horny, Nutmeg goes right back to servicing the girl temporarily blinded with piss{if Chantel_ophelia = true} and then blinded again by the return of Ophelia's smothering udders, the sweetness of her milk overcoming the bitter flavor of Nutmeg's relief{elseif Chantel_diana = true} and then surprised as Diana, unphased and even slightly attracted by the pheromones in Nutmeg's release, goes right back to sealing Chantel's mouth with hers, both being **** to revel in the taste as their tongues wrestle{endif}. Nutmeg's tongue shoves some of your seed into Chantel as she is so distracted... but you knew you had quite some time before any of it reached your goal.