Pulling my tight skirt quickly over my arse, I managed to try to look sweet and innocent as my Master opened the front door to His house. We had not been expecting any visitors, so were surprised to hear a knock, just as He filled my arsehole with His thick, hot cum. Trying to appear relaxed was a little difficult as I felt my own honey dribbling down my thighs, and a small trickle of His cum, that had escaped as He quickly withdrew His still hard cock from my depths, running to join my juices on their descent.
"Catalina, my love, make yourself presentable, and make some coffee while I go and let our visitors in."
I was so happy Master asked me to go and fix coffee for everyone, as it gave me an excuse to escape for a moment, and try to wipe away all trace of our earlier play. Normally I would love the feel of my honey running down my bare thighs, but I was shy in front of Master's friends, and did not want to embarrass Him or them. Cleaning away the traces was not as quick and easy as I had thought it would be as my cunt could not stop dripping. Wiping away the honey just teased my clit more, making me want Him inside me again. I could hear the voices of His friends as He led them into the lounge, and invited them to sit down and make themselves at home. Three friends of my Master had shown up, completely unexpected to me. The first one was Lance, who I had met once before. He was about 6 feet 2 tall, very athletic, blond with blue eyes, and almost always smiling. The second, Carlos, was a real Latin type man, one of my Master’s best friends. Friendly, almost always smiling, not very tall, and slightly overweight. The third I had met also a couple of times in the club my Master used to take me to sometimes. Tim was a very loud, sometimes obnoxious guy, who I really did not like and had told my Master.
While I was in the kitchen preparing the coffee, my Master and His friends held a small talk. I could hear the voices, but could not understand what they were saying.
"Today I have a special treat for you guys. Lance remember you told me the other day how much you wanted to see a real whore at work?"
"Yes I remember Damian," answered Lance.
"Well today I am going to give you a show you have never seen before. Today my beautiful Catalina will prove again to me, and all of you, how much she loves me, and how far she is willing to go for me."
"So what is she going to do?" asked Tim.
"Wait and see my friends, wait and see. I am sure I will be able to surprise you, but whatever happens do not leave. Play the game."
"Sure we will," answered Tim and Lance.
"Carlos also, you have to agree or you leave now."
"Okay Damian, I will play the game and stay," answered Carlos.
"Good."
I finally managed to stop the flow a little, and moving quickly, washed my hands and began to prepare the coffee. I was aware my Master would guess what took my time, but I wondered what His guests would be thinking. Perhaps I was just overreacting and no-one would even notice my tardiness. As the coffee boiled, I arranged a plate of snacks for His friends, and a tray of cups, milk and sugar, to bring with the coffee. As soon as the coffee boiled, I poured it into the tall coffee pot and placing it on the tray, entered the lounge and placed it on the coffee table.
Being still new to Master's country, I was often unaware of the conversation around me unless He and His friends were speaking in English, but it did not bother me as I found joy in sitting at His feet enjoying the soothing sound of His voice above and around me. I was never bored or lonely now He was the focus of my life. I put on some music I knew Master liked, and took my place at His feet, my head resting against His knee.
Master talked with His friends for a while, drinking coffee, and enjoying their company. I felt blessed to have a Master who had so many friends who liked and respected him. His hand rested on my head, at times idly stroking my hair, at others caressing my shoulder and neck to let me know He was thinking of me, loving me.
"Rover come here. Where are you? Come to your Master," Damian called loud and suddenly.
Our 'dog' wandered into the room, flopping down at Master's feet and stretching out in relaxed pleasure. Our 'dog', in reality was not a dog; he was a transsexual slave that belonged to my Master. He had big breasts, a huge dick, and was always naked. However, my Master had made him our 'dog'. We would take him out for walks, he would eat from a bowl, drink his water out of a bowl, and in everything acted and behaved as a dog. Master had even given him a dog’s name. I was very surprised that Master called him, He normally would never allow Rover to be present when there was company.
I stroked his ear as his head rested on my foot, scratching him under his chin as he loved. Sniffing, being the dog Master had told him to be, he picked up the scent of our lovemaking and passion, and began to nudge my leg in response. Squeezing my shoulder with His fingers I knew Master had noticed his interest. I didn't know what to do, and knew at any moment he would become more insistent with his desires, and I also knew I was not allowed to refuse him. I was Master's whore and He had instructed me clearly that I was to satisfy Rover whenever he wanted.
Panicked, I went to rise from the floor so I could leave the room before he became any more aroused. Already his cock was erected, its tip dripping precum, shining against his stomach. Normally it would have excited me to have Rover so excited by me, but not now in the presence of His friends. Master's fingers tightened on my shoulder, pushing me back down and holding me there. I couldn't understand what He was thinking, feeling sure He saw what was happening. I looked up at Master to try and relate my panic to Him without raising any embarrassing questions from His friends. I didn't want Him to be put in such a position, and face the shame of having our activities exposed.
"Catalina, it is okay. I know, he wants you almost as much as I do I'm afraid. I want you to act as if my friends were not here and pleasure him for us."
I could not believe Master was going to allow Rover fuck me in front of His friends. I did not think I could lower myself so much as to perform like this in front of everyone.
"Come Catalina, you know you must obey me. It is not as if you have never done this. You pleasure our mutt almost as much as you pleasure me these days, and though you still do not feel comfortable doing it for me, you do. Now I am ordering you to perform as you would if there were only him and I in the room."
Standing, I stood before Master with my head lowered to hide the tears of shame and fear in my eyes. My legs were trembling as I faced Him hoping He would feel my pain and tell me it was okay, He would not need me to degrade myself in front of His friends.
"My friends and I have often discussed whores who suck and fuck dogs Catalina. Unlike me, they have not had the privilege of watching it happen up close and personal. I want to give them this opportunity, as well as enjoy the sight of you being made to whore yourself for my friend's pleasure. I want you to start by fondling him, and then give him the headjob of his life before inviting him to fuck your hungry cunt."
"Master please don't ask this of me. I can't do it."
"You will do this for me, out of love for your Master, out of respect, and out of your basic desire to please, and always obey your Master. Now be quick about it."
His voice was stern, but also loving, giving me the strength to do for Him what ever He wanted. He never needed to threaten or force me. He knew that I would do anything for Him. Standing up from His seat, Master's hand reached out and tore the thin dress from my body, leaving me standing naked in the middle of the room, Rover’s nose pushing between my arse cheeks, his tongue licking where Master's cock had fucked me earlier. I burned with shame at my sudden nakedness, and our dog's attention. Although Rover was in reality not a real dog my Master had told me he was, so in my eyes it was the same to fuck Rover, or fuck a dog. To me, in my mind, I was fucking a dog in front of everyone, and the fact that in reality Rover was a transsexual was not helping me at all.
Tears slipped down my cheeks as my Master caressed my breasts and cunt, His hands returning to my breasts to play with His rings threaded through my nipples, our names engraved on them with the infinity symbol. I had never felt so degraded and embarrassed, and did not know how I would endure what He was demanding of me. Kissing me, He gave me an encouraging hug before pushing me to the floor and demanding I begin to caress Rover. My hand shook as I reached under his belly and closed over his balls, gently stroking as I knew he liked. Like the incorrigible mutt he was, he immediately rolled onto his back giving me easier access to his balls and cock. My hand massaged his balls gently, and then slid up to caress his hardening cock. I could not allow myself to think of Master’s friends watching me as I caressed our 'dog' for His pleasure.
"Catalina, take his cock in your mouth, but first kneel above his face so he can lick your cunt as you pleasure him. You haven't pleasured him for two days so he deserves a little consideration and pleasure, my adorable slut."
Straddling his face, I spread my legs wider so my cunt was in easy reach of his long tongue. Before I even bent forward to take him in my mouth, I felt his hot tongue lick between the folds of my open cunt, its length snaking up inside my hole to lick the honey from its source. I could not believe how far up inside me he could stretch his tongue, the pleasure of the sensation and depravity intense.
Leaning forward, I closed my eyes as I took his cock in my mouth, slipping my lips over his erection, sliding down to the base of his shaft, licking and sucking.
"Open your eyes Catalina. Look at his belly, his balls, and his cock going in and out of your filthy whore's mouth. Think about his cock in your hot slut's mouth while we watch."
As I opened my eyes, I saw Master's friends watching intently as I sucked Rover. I was so humiliated and ashamed to have His friends see me do this, to know the whore I was. My shame could be felt throughout my body, the tension invading every pore, my cunt and arse hole tightening. I tried to concentrate on the movements of sucking his cock, without allowing myself to think directly about the fact I was once again sucking off Rover. After the many mouthfuls of Rover’s cum I had swallowed, I should have been used to the idea, but I could never get over the disgusting fact I had become such a whore I would suck off Rover’s cock for Master.
