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By the time the men are through using Emily as a human urinal, she's lost count of how many bladders full of piss she's swallowed. As she kneels there, covered in the stuff, she can't help but think that she'll never forget this feeling. The shame, the humiliation, the taste, but also a strange sort of heat. As if she was turned on by the sensation of being reduced to a mere object for these men to relieve themselves with. She bluses at the thought of it. At the very least, she was no longer desperately thirsty but now in **** need of a shower.

"Clean this mess up hoe. Then you can go join your friend. She looks like she could use a break." One of the men says to her, tossing her the same dirty white rag they had given Val to clean herself earlier.

Emily looks over to her friend to see what he means. Val looks both exhausted and like she's in a bit of pain, which is fair enough considering she's been having a train run on her ass by these extremely well endowed black men for what must be nearly an hour now. Despite her expression, she's still moaning like the depraved nympho that she is, seemingly still finding some pleasure mixed in with the pain.

"Ahh! That's it. Use my ass, I can take it." Val gasps out with a raspy voice.

Emily dries herself off with the dirty rag she's been given, noticing that it still feels quite wet after Val had used it earlier. The filth she had endured this evening, invited even, would be stuck in her memories for the rest of her life.

"Don't forget the mess you made on the floor." Calls one of the men from over on the poker table, pointing out the puddle of their piss that she's still kneeling in.

Emily holds herself back from complaining about the fact that it's really their mess, instead giving in to the fact that she pretty much had to do whatever they said tonight. Although, now that she thought about it, she could barely remember why this was the case. As far as she could remember with her hazy memory, her and Val had paid these men for their tattoos. The more she thinks about it, the less she can remember. Her mind was in not state to be doing this sort of thinking. The one thing she could focus her thoughts on was the aching feeling in her pussy, both a result of being stretched out like never before tonight, and yearning for more.

Resigned to her fate, she uses the rag to dry up the puddle on the concrete floor beneath her as best she can, given the rag is pretty much soaked already. Satisfied that she's done her best, she tosses the rag aside and turns her attention to her friend.

Val is being 'spitroasted', as she's heard the men refer to it tonight, with one cock in her ass and another deep down her throat. Seeing her kneeling there on the couch being stuffed from both ends, Emily can't help but notice the comparison to a piece of meat over the fire at a real spitroast. She stands and approaches the trio, with Val only noticing her presence once Emily is close enough that her friend can probably smell the stench emanating from her.

"Oh God... my ass... is being stretched out... so good..." Val pants out to Emily, who stands there watching the man fucking her friend's ass hard and fast.

"Does it... hurt?" Emily asks timidly, unable to take her eyes off of her friend's rear end getting penetrated repeatedly.

"Yes... hurts so goooood... so... intense..." Val gets out between interrupted breaths.

"You never taken it up the ass before hoe?" The man making Val's cheeks clap asks Emily.

"No..." Emily says, biting her lip as a morbid curiosity takes a hold of her.

"Come on, let's give it a go. I'm sure your friend here could use a break." He says, nodding to Val who's gripping the leather couch for dear life.

"I don't know..." Emily replies hesitantly.

"Blondie, tell your friend here she gotta try taking it up the ass." The man says, giving Val's right cheek a slap.

"Just... do it... trust me. Have I... ever... led you astray." Val says, just managing to bring a smile to her lips.