Accounting Supplies - a Routine Dis

It's now six weeks into the semester and my routine has by now become almost second nature: classes...Tim...friends...Tim...and my Friday "appointment".

By now I've accumulated over $600.00 from the weekly event and was getting nervous about keeping so much cash in my desk drawer. I decided to go to the local bank and open a checking account. The actual checks would be mailed to me in a few days. If I needed money I could make a withdrawal at the bank.

I was keeping up with the class load and doing well grade wise. I had developed a circle of friends...some I shared classes with, some were Pinochle players, others were classmates that enjoyed each other's company. Every Tuesday there would be the usual note in my mailbox with the usual instructions.

It's funny how sometimes when you think you know how things will go...they don't.

The driver that would pick me up every Friday was always the same person. He never spoke...until this Friday. He always came around to the passenger side and opened the back door without saying a word...until this Friday. As he held the door open for me he said "Good evening Jason". Okay...this is different.

On the drive to the house he turned on the radio to a music station. He never did that before either. He asked how my classes were progressing...did I have any favorites...any dislikes.

Arriving at my host's house I was met at the door by the butler. He too welcomed me by name and as we walked to the kitchen he too asked some of the same questions the driver asked. He told me that I should call him Alex. (Aww Darn...I kind of enjoyed referring to him as Didit the Butler...but not to his face)

The general tone of our preparations was decidedly lighter and less "formal".

Alex said I should go to my usual room and change into my outfit for the evening.

What I had changed into the pajama bottom and light pajama shirt I was met at the door by my host.

He explained that the guests this evening would be different from the two groups I serviced over the previous weeks. He said that these "guests" would be less "reserved" and that I could expect more interaction with them.

I went to the kitchen to help Alex finish preparing the evenings refreshments. I was even offered a sandwich and a soft drink. That never happened before.

Okay...things were taking a decidedly different turn here...but to where...and why?

The guests arrived promptly at 7PM. I could hear pleasantries being exchanged as they made their way to the card room. Once in the card room, my host summoned me into the room and introduced me by name. Each of the guests came over to me, shook my hand and thanked me for being the host's assistant for the evening.

The guests were summoned to the table and the card game began.

I circulated around the room keeping the peanuts and pretzel dishes filled...removed empty glasses...brought sandwiched and drinks as requested. The banter was light...teasing about a bluff that didn't work.

As I delivered a sandwich to one of the guests, he gently grabbed my arm and said for me to turn around. I felt his two index fingers inside the waistband of my pajama bottom and he deftly exposed my bare butt. He chuckled and said I'd do just fine. What??? Do what just fine??? He gave me a quick slap across my bare cheeks and pulled up my pajama bottom.

As the evening progressed I found myself being teased much, much more than usual. A couple of the guests seemed to enjoy occasionally groping me and making comments about what they were feeling. I played along with this so as not to offend my host's guests. Besides, I knew I'd be compensated for my compliance.

At the conclusion of the card game I expected to service the guests in the usual room just down the hall from the card room. Not tonight!

Tonight I was led to a room on the second floor. It was dark and had a strange aroma...not unpleasant...floral...herbal...subtle but quite noticeable.

I was again told to remove my pajamas. Again I was told to perform what and how each guest requested. As the guest filed in, I noticed that they were a bit different from the previous two groups I serviced. They were much more muscular...and much more relaxed.

As usual I got on my knees and took each cock as it was presented to me. Again and again I felt the strong ejaculations of very hard cocks. Each guest would fill my mouth with stream after stream of hot, salty sweet semen. I needed no encouragement to swallow each spurt...making sure to capture each and every drop, and to make sure I held each cock in my mouth until the guest decided to withdraw.

My host then slowly increased the light level in the room. Not bright but enough for me to make out that unlike the previous weeks, there was no bed in the room. Instead I noticed what to me looked like some kind of swing or hammock suspended from the ceiling. But this was different. It looked to have openings for arms and legs, sparse material, more like webbing.

It quickly became apparent as to exactly what this was. Two of the guests picked me up...one on each side and deposited me on my back in the sling like device. They threaded my arms and legs thru the openings and started the device slowly rocking back and forth.

I saw one of the guests, now fully erect again, apply a clear substance to his cock. I felt him apply some of this substance to my anus and push some inside me. I next felt that exquisitely intense pain of my anus being invaded by a well-lubricated cock and I gasped loudly. As he thrust his cock back and forth into me the sling too rocked back and forth in tempo with his thrusts.

With each of his thrusts I gave out a low grunt. This seemed to please him as shortly thereafter he stopped his thrusting, put his hand on my hips, drew me tight to him and I could feel multiple spurts of semen filling my insides.

I became aware of another person in the room in addition to the host and the guests. This person had a movie camera and had filmed what had just transpired. Additionally, my host had taken pictures of the semen just deposited in me oozing from my ass.

I felt someone wipe me between my legs. I could hear some low laughter and unintelligible conversations taking place.

Each of the remaining three guests took their turn invading me, filling me with their semen. Again I was filmed and photographed with each of them.

I expected that this would be the conclusion of the evening's activities. I was told to remain in the sling. The lights were lowered and everyone exited the room.

Shortly my host returned to the room, helped me extricate myself from the device. He led me downstairs to the usual after card game room.

By now it's almost 2AM Saturday. I'm covered in sweat, dried semen, anal lube, and I'm intensely sore...sore like none of the times before.

My host led me to my room and told me to shower and clean myself, get dressed in my street clothes and join him in the card room.

When I rejoined my host he explained that this evening's guests were special friend of his. They were going to review the films and photographs and if they agreed my performance was to their liking I would be invited to their quarterly get-together where I would perform much as I did this evening. My host led me to the kitchen where I was again met by Alex. He handed me a bag with some sandwiches and a couple of bottles of soft drink. He said I could probably use them and smiled. That certainly never happened before.

The driver appeared and I was on my way back to my dorm room. Arriving at the commuter lot, he got out, opened the passenger door and I got out. He handed me the usual envelope and said "Good night, Jason" and departed.

As I slowly walked back to my room I couldn't help but review this evening's events. Where was all of this headed? Why? Why me? And what would be expected of me if I was offered an invitation and accepted.

Questions to be answered later. Right now something more filling than all the semen I consumed this evening. A couple of the sandwiches and something to drink. And my envelope. The envelope. I removed its contents. There in my hand were five brand new, crisp $100.00 bills and a small card. Just one word on the card..."Thanks!". Five times what I usually received!. I must have pleased someone...maybe...or???