The following story is part four in a series of group encounters that are loosely based on a real experience I had a few years ago with a man I met online. He told me he was looking for a very oral submissive who would swallow his cum as well as his piss--something I was very willing to do. At all of our encounters, he ordered me to call him 'Sir,' and he always referred to me as 'Cocksucker.' This chapter continues my odyssey as I willingly service Sir and several of his friends as his 'Mouth Whore.' These sessions are part fact, part fantasy and I will leave it to the reader to decide which!
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SIR has arranged a special night for his Cocksucker. I get an email from him on Monday saying he requires my services on Saturday night. He doesn't provide any specifics, he just tells me in his note that "I expect you to be very thirsty and obedient. I will be entertaining a group of friends for our monthly poker night and I've told them that I have a surprise guest who will make his mouth available to all of them and has been told to please them in whatever ways they require. You know what I expect of you."
In my reply, I tell him that I will be willing to service all of his friends and that I am very excited by the prospect of being used by a group of men. I tell him I will arrive promptly at 9 pm on Saturday.
When I arrive at SIR's apartment, I knock sheepishly at his door, not knowing quite what to expect. I am turning myself willingly into a wanton whore for this man, letting total strangers use my mouth in the most humiliating ways I can imagine. SIR lets me in and leads me to the dining area. Sitting around his dining room table is a group of four other men.
Besides SIR, the only one I recognize is his friend Hank, who made use of my mouth during an earlier session here with SIR. SIR joins Hank and the other men at the ornate antique oak table where they've been playing poker and enjoying beers. They evidently have been doing this for a couple of hours by the look of the empty beer bottles on the table and in the kitchen.
SIR says to his friends, "Gentlemen, this is my mouth whore. I have been training him these past few weeks to submit to me and anyone I tell him to submit to. He excels at cocksucking, deep throating, ass eating, ball sucking, and most importantly, swallowing semen and piss."
SIR then tells me strip and crawl under the table. As I am removing my clothes, the men comment on how obedient I am and they praise SIR for training me so well. Evidently, he has given them a full report on my skills and willingness to be used by his friends. I can tell by the looks on their faces that a couple of the men have never had another male submit to them in this way, and they seem aroused by my submissiveness.
"Now, cocksucker. Crawl under the table and make yourself comfortable as you will be there for the next couple of hours servicing us while we continue our game," says SIR, to a round of guffaws from the group.
Now totally naked, I crawl under the heavy wooden table, seeing only pairs of legs--the men are all fully dressed--and wondering which man will make use of my mouth first. The men then resume their poker game, joking about how things have gotten a lot more entertaining.
The first man to speak, who I remember as a balding, heavy set man in his mid-50s sitting at the far end of the table, tells me to "Get over here you nasty piss whore. I've got something for you."
The other men laugh as they know what is in store for me. Evidently they have been talking about what each of them will do to me prior to my arrival.
I crawl to the bald man's side of the table as he spreads his thick legs apart and he tells me, "Go ahead, unzip it bitch. I know you want what I'm going to give you."
I reach up to unzip his suit pants and slowly move the zipper down the crotch of his slacks. He's wearing boxers and almost instantly a flaccid, fat, and very white cock spills out of the opening in his underwear. I can't see his face from my position under the table, but the other men are clearly enjoying themselves given their comments.
One of the strangers says, "Oh my god Louis, are you going to make him drink from that thing?" The table erupts in cheers and laughter.
Louis, the man who I'm kneeling in front of under the table sounds gleeful as he tells me, "Go ahead and put it in your bitch mouth like you've been trained."
I take the foul smelling cock between my lips.
Louis moves his hand to the back of my head and grabs my hair tightly, saying, "That's it, wrap your lips around my cock and hold it there you disgusting piss drinking slut."
I hold his soft, fat cock in my mouth, inhaling the sweaty, pungent scent of his unwashed balls. I don't think he has had a shower in a couple of days and the smell is evident. I feel his hand tighten its grip on my head under the table and I wait patiently for what I know is to come.
The first blast of piss shoots into my throat and the man moans as he releases his bladder. I struggle to swallow his urine as fast as I can, gulping down several mouthfuls of his bitter, acrid piss before the stream begins to dissipate a little and I can catch up with his flow. I have tasted a fair amount of piss in my life but this has to be the most disgusting concoction I have every ingested. What does this man eat? Does he never exercise? Every gulp disgusts me but I continue swallowing like the oral receptacle I've become. Everyone at the table is breathless as I gulp it down loudly, one mouthful after the next, terrified that I'll miss a drop and SIR will be angry.
I am making gargling and choking sounds with my throat as the piss engulfs my mouth and works its way into my belly. The men hoot their praise for Louis as he tells them all what he is doing. "I've got his mouth locked on my cock and I'm shooting my piss straight into his belly guys. There is nothing quite like this guys, you have to try it!"
I feel like a Tijuana hooker that they've picked up from some alley and offered $20 to do anything they want to me for the night.
Louis grunts with satisfaction and squirts the last drops of piss into my mouth. He snarls, "Now lick my cock clean you worthless piece of shit until it's as shiny as a new penny."
I lap at his cock and balls, making sure he is as clean as if he had just showered.
The other two men at the table whom I have never met, who at first might have had some reservations about another male serving as their oral slut, lose their inhibitions immediately. A mouth is a mouth I guess.
One of them says loudly, "Get over here you worthless whore, I need to piss too."
The man is unzipping his fly and pulling his pants down over his knees as I crawl over to his side of the table. He is a younger man, with distinct muscles in his upper legs and clearly defined calf muscles. He also has a very hairy brown pubic bush surrounding a nice sized cock which is slowly hardening.
"Get it in your mouth like you did for Louis. I'm going to fill your belly with my disgusting piss and you are going to gulp it down like the good little bitch I know you are."
Despite my revulsion at swallowing all of Louis's piss, I am excited by the thought of drinking from the tap of this younger, fitter man.
The man, who I later learn is named Carl, forcefully grabs the back of my head in both of his hands as he tells me, "Get ready for it piss slut. Here it comes!"
I can feel the pressure releasing from his cock as his piss jets into my mouth and throat. I am trapped as he holds my head down tightly on his cock. I gulp it down as fast as I can. Thankfully, he does not have as much piss as Louis, so I am able to get the swallowing under control quickly and start to consume his piss load at a steady pace. He grunts and pushes the last few drops out, telling me, "Keep the cock in your mouth. I have something else to feed you now."
Carl starts to move my head up and down on his now rock hard cock. He tells SIR, "John, you sure know how to find these guys. This worthless whore swallowed all my piss and now is eagerly vacuuming my cock--I've even been able to push my cockhead into the opening of this throat."
I gag as Carl announces to the group that he's throat fucking me. It sounds like the men have stopped playing cards so they can listen to the gurgling and gagging sounds I am making under the table as he forces my head onto his cock and gets the length of it in so it is slamming into the back of my throat.
I am gasping for air as Carl rhythmically pounds his cock into my throat.
