The Femina Island's - Sex Stories

The Femina Island's

... on each side as the only means of ventilation. Jimmy's pleading and wimpering were music to Rebecca's ears. She so enjoyed his misery. Sheriff Foxx's brown collar which he only wore when in attendance at the Beachouse was fairly loose as not to inhibit his ability to swallow. Reaching for her little slave she grabbed him and stood him on the toilet seat between her open legs. Carl heard her sigh & then the hissing sounds as Rebecca peed. The dark yellow stream gushed & He could smell the pungent aroma. The seat being so large and he so small he could see down at the face of the man as he groaned, the piss flowing into his open mouth. He was drinking the smelly piss, catching the stream in his mouth and swallowing without closing his mouth. He didn't miss a drop. He realized he couldn't see the man's body. It must be in a place hidden from view. Was he a perminant fixture? My God he thought, could this happen to me? What Carl didn't know, what he was too small to see was the long wooden coffin like box the toilet was mounted on contained the body of the Slave. His body laying upon a sled & his head f***ed into the bowl. A toilet slave could be slid out for brief periods but.....yes, he was as permanent as that would allow spending most of the days and all of his nights locked in whenever Rebecca called on him...he was there for one reason only. He was her toilet Slave as well as Regina's. Rebecca owned him. Rebecca then slid forward on the seat and using her fingers nudged ...

... Carl closer and closer until he was pushed against her pussy. Carl desperatly clutched at the blonde curls, holding on, fearful of dropping into the toilet below. 'LICK' Rebecca shouted down at him. Carl, with his arms firmly entangled in Rebecca's wet pubes began licking. Rebecca's fingers nudged him again until his face was where she wanted it and that was pressed between her pussylips. 'LICK HARD' he heard from above as Rebecca threatened to flush him. Carl licked wildly between Rebecca's wet pussylips lapping up the piss drops and gagging, his hands gripping tightly to the blonde hairs entangling him. As he heard Rebecca's moans mingled with sad cries for help from below the smell from Rebecca's sweat covered pussy took on a new scent. He heard the grunts and gagging from below as Jimmy's open mouth caught the foul smelling rope of waste. He licked harder and held on not wanting to drop down there as he heard the sounds of the poor man chewing and swallowing as he gagged it down. Carl was glad he couldn't see what he was hearing. Rebecca sighed while her fingers pressed him in deeper, rubbing him against her clit as she fed a second and then a third lump of soft fudge into the sheriff's mouth below before finally cuming as she pushed his body deep into her pussy. Carl was sucked into the wet folds sure he would die as her muscles contracted in orgasm around his body as she came. Sticky wetness filled his mouth as he tried to scream. Blackness set in as what little air he had ...