On the floor next to Sir's chair at the head of the dining table, I melt into my position: sitting on my heels, hands tucked behind my back, tits out on display. My mind clears in situations like this and it feels a bit like cotton candy - soft, sweet and delicious. I don't overthink things, I just 'am'.
After some time, I hear, "dumpster whore, come." from another room.
Slowly, achingly, I move to my hands and knees, skirt around the chair and table and crawl out into the hallway, nipple jewels swinging from my clamps, pussy clamps in place and the sparking jewel in my ass glittering.
"Too slow whore. We have guests." I hear him from down the hallway - in the living room. Sir doesn't change his voice at all -- it's not louder, or higher in anger; he just expects me to hear and to hurry.
I enter the large room with vaulted ceilings. I see Sir, sitting back on the huge sectional that forms a 'u' shape in the center of the room, a large ottoman in the center. A soft rug covers most of the space and it's a welcome relief to the tile and hardwood of most of the house on my knees. As I round the corner of the sectional, I see out of the corner of my eye, two men who live in apartments in this building as well: Alexei and Sean, both of whom handle Sir's security. Keeping my eyes down, I crawl over to Sir and assume my position sitting on my heels, knees spread, hands tucked behind my back, tits out on display with all my jewels on view.
Sir ignores me, reaches out and picks up his scotch from the tray on the ottoman (the only thing he drinks in a crystal glass like that), and continues his discussion with the two men. I frankly, don't listen; that's not my job. My job is to be filled as a dumpster whore with cum or piss in all my holes or all over my body by whomever my Sir demands and as the situation presents.
Some time later, Sir starts flicking my jewels on my tits back and forth so they catch the light. It's almost an unconscious thing as he keeps talking, drinking out of his glass and flicking. My nipples are hard and hurt and my pussy is wet. I still haven't cum today. I wonder if he will allow it today?
He breaks me out of musings,
"Cunt, go sit that ass down on Alexei's dick."
"Yes, Sir," I reply immediately. I return to all fours, head facing down, and crawl over to the sofa Alexei is sitting on. He sets his crystal glass on the side and motions with his finger for me to turn around. I turn around so my ass is facing him. He flicks my red ass jewel a couple times, moves it around side to side and slowly in and out fucking my ass with it slowly; not saying a word the whole time. I try, honestly I try not to moan but it feels so fucking good in my ass hole I cant help myself:
"MMmmm-ungh"
Pretty immediately, a giant hand comes down on my ass painfully. One, two, three heavy handed strikes. This isn't a gentle thing -- its fucking hard and my ass smarts, followed by a warm glow in my pussy.
"Shut the fuck up dumpster whore," Alexei growls. He finally takes out the red ass plug and tosses it away on the floor. "Back that ass up and come sit on my dick bitch."
I crouch to my feet and slowly rise over him, hooking my legs over his knees. Slowly, I lift my ass up, using his knees to keep my hands on for balance. I draw his dick to my ass with one hand (he didn't demand lube so I guess we are using what the ass plug had on it), and slowly slide down his dick. Alexei? He is not small and it hurts for a bit until I can adjust to him. He wraps a tattooed hand around my throat and pulls me back against his chest so my back is to his front, hand putting pressure on my neck. Slowly, he spreads his legs, pulling my legs wide open. I am fully on display, pussy wide open and soaking, nipple clamps, pussy clamps and jewels sparkling.
Sean is standing in front of me now taking the last sips of his drink and Sir is leaning forward diagonally across from us with his elbows on his knees, drink dangling from one hand, his other hand stroking his jaw and lips, mesmerized.
Sean looks over his shoulder at Sir who gives a single nod with his head. Sean puts his glass down on the ottoman and smiles maniacally and walks over to me.
"Alright sweetheart. First things first, you are a dumpster whore are you not?" This is rhetorical, he doesn't require an answer. "With that being said, I need to make sure you are ready for my dick. First, I'm going to fist your sloppy whore pussy until you drench me like the dirty fuckhole you are. Then, I'm going to fuck that pussy while Alexei fucks that ass deep, deeeeeep. Understood? Good."
He drops to his knees in front of Alexei and I. Slowly, he rolls up the cuff on his shirt, folding it over itself a couple times until his forearm is free of it. Tattoos snake down his arm, across his knuckles and it gets me even wetter. I am a fucking whore for that shit. Sir is a pristine God, he has to be for his work. But these two? Filthy and covered in paint. And I love that dichotomy. Don't get me wrong, Sir is the dirtiest of them all but on the outside? Pristine perfection. Alexei and Sean don't hide their proclivities; they wear them proudly and that is beautiful too.
Now that his hand, wrist and forearm are free, Sean starts with two fingers. Dragging inside me and bringing my wetness out to my clit for a rub then back deep inside me, after a while he adds a third finger, repeating the same process and then a fourth finger. All the while, Alexei and his thick dick stay lodged in my ass, not moving, not making a sound. Having four fingers in your pussy and a thick cock in your ass is...full. And, because I am a whorebag, I love every second of it. I am already so fucking in the zone I feel it all happening and I am so close to coming already.
"Did I say you could cum whorebag? No I did not." Sean says, smiling in a feral sort of way.
Fuck. I pull back to the present so I don't cum. I can't go to that shimmering place yet or I will lose control.
"Here we go fellas!" Sean says.
