Another entry in the Cumslut Diary.
I just got an email from the first guy that I met at the Hyatt. He said the salesmen said I was a keeper. He told me he saw the video and that they were going to show it at their weekend poker game.
I'm getting a sinking feeling. He said that the maintenance techs were going to be in Savannah on Monday and that he would email me the room number. I feel like a prostitute, it actually makes me nervous and excited at the same time.
He told me they were big, hairy guys, with big dicks and that I'd had better be extra nice to them. I have to control the situation, I don't want to get fucked by two guys with big dicks.
I've gotten another email from him. He said that he didn't know the room number yet, but they're going to be staying in the Marriot. He wants me to meet them in the bar. His described them as being about 6'4", dark, hairy Greek looking dudes. I'm more than a little nervous. I don't know any name of any of the guys I've sucked off and he didn't tell me the names of the two that I'm meeting. I guess I won't have any trouble recognizing tall, hairy Greeks.
I forget that they know what I look like. They've watched almost six hours of me being a slut. I'm going to get there early and have a double scotch before I go up to their room. I'm going to be the best cocksucker that I know how to be. Maybe I can keep from getting fucked. I'm actually getting into being controlled.
Ordered to be "nice" to strangers. I feel like a commodity, or some sort of company "asset". I'm kind of like a perk for this guy's employees. Who am I kidding, I'm a whore, a whore that likes being a cum slut. He did say that they all come to Savannah together twice a year. Once for an Industry Convention and once for a company vacation. The company vacation is in Tybee. That should be interesting.
And here's what happened:
I was about to walk into the front door of the Marriott, when I heard someone say my name. I knew he was the guy because his boss described him perfectly. About 6'3", 220, dark hair, hairy, I could see the hair on his chest because his shirt was unbuttoned to about the third button. He had a nice smile, and he asked if I was Mark. I nodded, my heart was pounding. I don't know why but I'm always nervous and excited when I meet someone that I'm going to put out for.
I didn't know his name, actually I still don't know any of their names. He said for me to come with him, that he had someone that he wanted me to meet. While we were riding up in the elevator he told me that he had seen the video over the weekend and that he and his buddy were really looking forward to having fun with me.