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.
