All for Winter
When I finally filled the glass to the five ounce line (I actually had a bit more cum in my mouth and it overflowed onto the small shelf the glass sat on) a small flap opened up and the cup was snatched up and replaced by an empty one. I heard the lock on the door click and I opened it as quickly as I could. Just before I stepped through I looked back at the five boys I was leaving in the room behind me. The three of them that had cum into my mouth and were laying on each other like a wolf pack and appeared to be dozing. The other two were still on their knees waiting to be relieved and I was almost tempted to finish them off but I was afraid that this would upset Winter and I may find the door locked once more if I did not go through right away. I had never experienced these sort of homo-erotic feelings before but I had to admit that while my mind felt disgusted by sucking the three cocks my balls had betrayed me and felt fuller than ever.
The door opened into a garishly decorated bedroom. It was much warmer in here and I felt more comfortable except for my bound wrists. Everything was either painted red or draped in it. Their was a thick red curtain a few feet in the room and the deep groans of men and the high pitched whine of a woman could be heard from behind it.
I peered around it carefully and was thrilled to see five men surrounding what appeared to be a very old woman laying who was suspended from the ceiling on a leather sex swing. I had never seen one outside of a movie before and I became excited right away. My cock began to get hard again and I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of it being pulled back between my legs. I moved my wrists subtly a few times to bend it backwards. I loved the dull ache of it.
The woman on the swing was of average size and despite her deeply tan and wrinkled face and neck, her chest, which I now realized was missing a breast, and abdomen were soft and white. She was presently being double penetrated by two men, one standing in front of her fucking her hard vaginally, the other laying on a thin wooden bench beneath her with his cock in her asshole.
She seemed to be completely devoid of any emotion. Her face had no expression on it and only short bursts of the high pitched whine escaped her wrinkled lips from time to time. The three other men surrounding her were stroking themselves, apparently close to orgasm. One of the men roughly grabbed the old woman by her white hair and traced the head of his cock between her eyes, down the bridge of her nose and finally into her mouth. She grimaced and tried to keep her mouth closed but one of his companions pinched the nipple on her remaining saggy tit and she gasped in pain giving the man at her head just enough time to force his cock into her mouth.
He fucked her mouth roughly as the other man, the one standing across from the one who had just pinched her nipple, ejaculated an impressive line of semen onto the mastectomy scar on the other side of her chest. After he came he turned towards me and gestured for me to come on over.
I walked over to him and now realized that there were several cameras surrounding the entire area. I had a sinking feeling as I wondered if there had been cameras in the other room, filming me as I had sucked off the three guys in the other room. I supposed it was too late now if there had been, and I was going to be on film now so I tried not to think about it.
"You're going to like her," he said to me as he loosed the rope from my wrist. He brought the rope up to his nose and breathed in deeply.
"This is Winter's isn't it?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Can I have it?" He asked.
"I don't know," I said, "I am afraid that she might want it back."
"I was just asking to be nice," he said.