Mouth Whore Ch. 05: Atlantic City

I kneeled obediently, my mouth still wide open and my head tilted back with the warm cum pooled in my mouth hole. I waited patiently. SIR had taught me not to swallow until ordered to.

SIR sat back and watched some more porn for a couple of minutes while I obediently held his jizz in my mouth. He was smiling devilishly at me.

"You are in for a big night tomorrow, cocksucker. Don't disappoint me. Now swallow."

I gulped down his load and felt the thick, musky semen work its way down my esophagus and into my belly.

"I think it's time for bed cocksucker. You may join me tonight."

He stripped off his shirt and tie, brushed his teeth and slid into the big bed.

"Tonight cocksucker, I want you to sleep with my cock in your mouth. If at any time during the night I have to take a piss, I will tap you on the head so you know it's time to drink again. Good night."

He turned off the light while I positioned myself between his legs, my head resting on his thigh and his now soft cock in my mouth. We both drifted off to sleep.

Twice during the night I felt a gentle tap on my head, and SIR began to empty his bladder into my mouth. Each time I swallowed several mouthfuls of his wonderful, if salty, piss, then went back to sleep.

When SIR woke up the next morning, he had me give him a wet, sloppy blowjob, then we got dressed and had breakfast in the room together.

"Cocksucker, I will be down in the Casino all day so you are free to stay up here or go down and enjoy the pool. Be back in our room at 6:00 pm so we can eat dinner and I can prepare you for our guests. I will see you later."

With that, he left and I was once again alone. I spent a leisurely morning watching TV, then headed down to the hotel pool and lounged under an umbrella near the deep end. I ate lunch down there and had a couple of drinks in the late afternoon before going back to our hotel room. I didn't want to be late for SIR.

I got back to the room just before 6:00pm as SIR had required. He joined me a few minutes later. We ordered dinner in the room--lobster and salad with a bottle of white wine to go with it. It was wonderful. SIR then had me lie face down and naked on the bed with my legs spread while he carefully shaved the hair around my asshole until it was smooth like a shaved cunt for his buddies. He then told me to shower and soap out the inside of my asshole so it would be ready for tonight.

Once I had dried off, SIR had me come back into the entertainment room. He told me to kneel, naked, and he put a leather collar on me with a gold medallion which said "Cocksucker" on it. He then moved my hands behind my back and I felt the distinct "click" of a pair of handcuffs locked around my wrists, keeping my hands in place behind my back. Finally, he put a black leather blindfold around my head which completely covered up my eyes. The blindfold had two small leather pouches where my eyes were which pressed against my eyes gently and prevented me from seeing the smallest bit of light under the leather. It was also strapped with a double buckle in the back of my head so there was no chance of it slipping down. I was now ready for his guests.

Sir was quiet for a moment and I could sense he was admiring his preparation of his cocksucker. "Now, Cocksucker, you'll need to remain in that position until our guests arrive. I'm going to go shower and get ready. Do not move."

"Yes Sir," I replied, and patiently awaited whatever fate had in store for me.

After about 30 minutes, SIR emerged from the bathroom. I could smell his cologne and it sounded like he was wearing a suit by the sound of the fabric as he walked across the room.

I heard his cell phone buzz. "Okay Cocksucker, my associates have arrived down in the lobby. I'm going to go meet them and bring them up here. Stay just like you are."

"Yes Sir," I said meekly as I heard him close the door and head down the hall to the elevators.

Saturday Night: SIR's Associates Arrive

Ten minutes later I could hear a group of men talking loudly as they walked down the hall, and their voices grew noisier as they approached the door to SIR's hotel room. I heard the electronic key unlock the door, and what sounded like four or five men entered the room, laughing and continuing their conversation.

Their voices grew hushed as they walked over and saw me naked, blindfolded, and on my knees with my hands cuffed behind my back.

"Sid, you weren't kiddin'. This bitch is primed and ready for me and my boys!" The other men chuckled at that. That was the first time I heard someone refer to SIR as Sid, but I wasn't sure it that was his real name or the name he used with his Atlantic City "associates."

Then I heard SIR speak. "As I told you Sal, this is my mouth whore and you can make him your bitch tonight. He has been trained to obey your every whim. Just don't leave any permanent marks, okay? Will three hours be enough time? I will be down at the blackjack tables and will be back here before midnight."

The man SIR called Sal responded. "Three hours should be enough time, right boys?"

I heard three other voices chuckle and grunt their approval. I take it Sal was their boss.

SIR then said, "Have fun with my bitch, boys, I'll see you in three hours. Oh, by the way, here's the key to the handcuffs if you want to unlock them for any reason." Then he was gone. I started to panic a little, knowing SIR would not be in the room using me with the other men.

The room was silent for a moment. I sensed that Sal and his men were ogling me and thinking about how they were going to use me.

"Well...well...well. It looks like you are in a predicament, faggot," Sal said. "My boys and I have not had anyone suck our cocks for at least a week and from what your master tells me, you are a first class cocksucker. Do you like eating other men's cum, bitch? I hope you do, because my boys are hung like bulls and they pack a lot of jizz. If you spill a drop, there will be consequences, understand?"

"Yes...Sir...I understand."

The men laughed at my submissiveness.

"Good boy. You are showing the proper respect. Even though you can't see us, you will refer to each of us as Sir, am I clear faggot?"

"Yes Sir" I replied, meekly.

"Shall we get this party started boys?" Sal asked the group.

The other men heartily grunted their enthusiasm.

I could feel the heat of their bodies as the men surrounded me. I was pretty certain there were four men-Sal, the boss, and three others. I heard the sounds of them unzipping their trousers and immediately smelled cock as they released their organs from their confinement. I could also smell a strong scent of cologne--I guessed Giorgio Armani, but with the stronger scent of balls and cock in my face, I wasn't sure.

"Carmine--I don't believe you've had your dick in a whore's mouth in a while, why don't you feed this bitch first?" Sal said clearly to his henchman.

I felt one of the men move closer to my face and the tip of his cock grazed my cheek. "This bitch has a pretty mouth and I am going to use him like a 20-dollar whore, am I right fellas?" Carmine narrated with a giggle as he pushed his thick cock into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head to ensure I didn't pull back and I had to take the cock as he slowly pushed it into my throat.

"That's it Carmine--feed this cocksucker. Let him know what it feels like to have real Italian sausage down this throat!" one of the other men said.

I started to gag.

"Take the cock, bitch!" Carmine said while getting his cock all the way into my throat.

"Glugg...mmph...glug..." I frantically choked on this thick dick and tried to breath. Saliva was coming out of my mouth and dropping from my chin. I could hear the men laughing and taunting me while I struggled to breathe, but I was helpless, kneeling with my hands cuffed behind my back and surrounded by cocks.

He proceeded to fuck my mouth for several minutes and I did my best to take it.

"Oh yeah...I can feel it coming up. Get ready to eat my jizz, cocksucker!" Carmine was bucking his hips and I could feel his semen blast out of his dick like a shot. The goopy jizz hit my throat and quickly filled my mouth. The men were cheering him on, ecstatic that they were making me eat the first load of the night.

"Ahh...that felt fantastic. Let's see you gulp it down now, bitch," Carmine ordered. I paused for a second to ready my throat, then, down the hatch

My audible gulping sound told the men I had just eaten a huge cum load and they were thrilled.

"Okay cocksucker, I got some more Italian sausage for you," said a second man grabbing my head and turning it towards him, and I felt his bulbous cockhead push past my lips and into my mouth.

He was brutal, and I learned that night the true meaning of the word "facefuck." He got into a rhythm, moving his hips and pumping his cock down my throat while saying things like "that's it bitch, eat my dick you nasty cum drinking slut!" The other guys cheered him on.

"Give it to him Tony!" I heard Sal say. Okay, so the second guy was named Tony, I deduced while taking his cock in my throat.

Tony didn't need a lot of time fucking my mouth to reach orgasm and I could feel his cock tighten as he started to buck and moan. Instantly I got a firehose of semen flooding my mouth and shooting into the back of my throat. I was literally choking on cum, but he held my head in place as he pumped his throat yogurt and I desperately swallowed as fast as I could.

"Now that's how you treat a cum hungry faggot slut, right fellas?" Tony said to his buddies as he pulled his penis out of my mouth.

I didn't have any time to recover from the throat fucking.

"I'm up next," said another voice. He apparently had his dick in his hand and aimed it straight into my mouth. I gagged again on his thick cock and he started fucking my mouth like he hadn't had any sex in a month.

"Give it to him Mikey!" the others cheered him on. Mikey...was that Italian too? Were these guys with the mob? I didn't have time to process that though as my focus was on breathing and trying to relax my throat in order to take their cocks down my gullet like they demanded.

"Oh yeah, eat that dick faggot." Mikey said as he pressed his cock all the way in and I could feel his thick, wiry pubes tickle my nose.

He kept up his steady pounding of my throat before announcing to the group he was about to cum. Mikey shot a thick, viscous, almost syrupy load of semen which stuck in my mouth and I had to really work on to swallow. He held my head in place to make sure I got it all.

Sal then stepped up, and presented what felt like a slimmer, but longer cock which he expertly navigated into my throat.

"This is how we train our girls, bitch, to properly worship a man's cock." Sal said to me while slowly pushing his cock down my throat.

"Glugg....glugg...yesh...shurr" I replied, not knowing what else to say.

"You're almost good enough to be one of our whores, cocksucker, if you ever need a job!" That drew instant guffaws from the group.

"Now, l'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours cocksucker, and I want to hear you gag on it, understand?

"Glugg...yesh...shurr..." I mumbled as best I could with Sal's cock lodged in my throat.

I was sputtering and saliva was dripping out of my mouth as he eased his long, slender cock in and out of my mouth like a fuck doll.

"That's it cocksucker, make Sal happy with that nasty whore mouth of yours and I'll feed you a nice big load."

He continued his relentless assault on my throat and I could tell he was approaching orgasm as he started to let out a guttural moan deep in his gut. This was going to be a big load, I sensed.

I wasn't wrong as Sal unleashed a veritable protein shake of semen into my waiting mouth. I was struggling to keep up with his jizz stream and frantically swallowed gob after gob of Sal's thick, pungent semen. I couldn't pull my head away as he had an iron grip on the back of my head. I steadied my breathing and concentrated on swallowing until I sensed he was done shooting his juice into my mouth.

"That was bliss, eh boys?" Sal said to the group.

We paused for a moment and I hung my head with exhaustion at the cocksucking ordeal they had put me through. I had never felt so much like a piece of fuck meat until that evening.

Sal then asked his men, "All right boys, anybody gotta take a piss? I've gotta drain the lizard like nobody's business."

I thought to myself: Oh god what now?

My "Sicilian Bath"

The men were hooting and cheering as they dragged me up from my knees and into the bathroom. They lifted me up over the lip of the large walk-in shower and told me to get down on my knees on the hard tile.

Sal then said to me, "Tilt your head up bitch and keep it there. Time to hose you down."

I knew what was to come as SIR and his friends had used me this way before.

The first stream of piss splashed powerfully against my forehead and the man pissing--I guessed it was Tony by his enthusiastic comments--was laughing as he sprayed his piss all over my head, neck and chest.

After a minute or so, a second stream began, as a second man started coating my head and upper body.

The second guy--I think it was Carmine--said, "Open your mouth bitch. You're gonna taste all of us so you know who owns you the next time you're in town."

I opened my mouth wide and the two pissing cocks aimed their streams into my mouth. The taste was bitter and acrid and I tried hard not to gag. As one flow started to peter out, someone else stepped up and started coating my head with warm piss. The two streams then lazily worked their way into my mouth. God these guys could piss! The piss had pooled up in my mouth, filling it, when I felt a hand under my chin force my mouth closed and another hand pinched my nostrils shut.

"Swallow it bitch. We now own you." One of the men said.

I gulped down the acrid piss that filled my mouth and once they were satisfied I had downed the contents, the hands released their hold on my chin and nose so I could breathe again.

As soon as I had downed the first piss load they ordered me to open my mouth wide again and the last man--I think it was Sal--started pissing on my face. He aimed the stream directly into my mouth and as soon as it was filled said to me, "Drink it, bitch."

I started to gulp down Sal's briny, salty piss and after each gulp he proceeded to fill up my mouth again.

"That's it whore, drink daddy's piss. If you get good at this I might employ you under my desk as a full time urinal!"

Sal's boys laughed at that and I was terrified for a moment with the thought that SIR was going to sell me to these brutes and I would end up as their permanent mouth whore.

Sal's stream subsided, and he ordered me to swallow the final mouthful. Once I had done that someone said, "Okay time to clean the bitch up before we take him back for round two."

Before they turned on the shower, Tony leaned in and said in my ear, "How'd you like your Sicilian Bath, bitch?" His question brought laughs from the other guys.

Someone turned on the shower and I felt the cold water cascading down on my body, which was a bit of a shock following the warm piss they had just hosed me down with. It took a minute for the water to warm up, but once it did, they were careful to spray the shower head on every square inch of my body. I was clean again.

Two of the men then pulled me to my feet and dried me thoroughly with towels before marching back into the entertainment area. I thought to myself: What more can they do to me?

Sal and His Crew Finish Using Me and SIR Returns for the Night

Sal then directed the two men gripping my arms, "Bring him into the bedroom. I have an idea I think we'll all enjoy."

"Put him face down there on the corner of the bed and spread him out so his legs hang over the sides," Sal said.

I felt them lift me like a sack of flower and put me so my head was in the middle of the bed with my face in the covers. Then two of them each grabbed one of my legs and spread them wide apart so my cock was facing down the corner of the bed and my ass was spread wide for easy access to anyone who faced the bed from the corner. My hands were still cuffed behind me so I was helpless to protest the coming assault on my ass.

"Look at that pretty ass," Mikey said. "You better hold his head down. I don't want him squirming when he feels my thick Italian sausage pushing up his little man pussy."

I felt hands holding my head and upper body still as Mikey positioned himself at the corner of the bed. The head of his cock was pressing up against my asshole and I tried to relax as I knew how thick his cock was after sucking it.

"Ahh!! I screamed when Mikey roughly shoved his cock in my hole.

"OH YEAH this bitch's pussy is tight!" Mikey announced.

"Give it to him, Mikey!" someone said.

I felt his bulk pressing on my ass as his cock burrowed all the way up my tight hole. I kept screaming but my face was pushed into the bed so the sound was muzzled.

Mikey began pumping rhythmically, his cock buried in my man pussy. After a few minutes, I was able to relax and it didn't hurt as much. I concentrated on taking the cock and started to feel ripples of pleasure.

Mikey said to the group, "Guys, you've got to feel this tight ass. His butt muscles are holding my cock like a velvet glove!"

He continued thrusting his dick into my bowels for several minutes while the other guys cheered him on.

Sal asked the group "Guys, I think we should all make him lick our cocks clean after we've fucked him up the ass. Better yet, he should drink all of our loads instead of wasting them in his asshole. What do you say, boys? "

"That sounds perfect boss!" Tony said.

With that, Mikey pulled his cock out of my asshole and it was replaced by another--I think Tony's.

Mike then came around to where my head was and positioned himself in front of my head. Grabbing my hair and pulling my head up towards his cock, he said, "Lick it clean bitch. I don't want any ass juice on my cock."

He stuffed his dirty cock in my mouth and I gave him a good cleaning with my tongue.

The men got into an assembly-line rhythm, with one in my ass and one having me clean his cock simultaneously. They rotated like this for the next hour or so, fucking my ass for a few minutes, making me suck their dirty cocks, then they got back into the rotation. I think they felt they were degrading me by this process, but my cock was hard the entire time so I know I was turned on.

As Carmine, the first man got close to orgasm, he said "Tony, give me that wine glass. I've got an idea."

I heard him start to moan, and it was clear he was shooting his semen, but it wasn't in my mouth or on my face. I deduced that he was shooting it into the wine glass.

"That's it Carmine, fill up the bitch's cocktail!" Tony said.

The next man, Mikey did the same thing, as did Tony and Sal. They took turns shooting their thick semen into the wine glass until it was filled almost to the brim.

Sal said, "Take him off the bed and put him on his knees on the floor."

Two of the men grabbed me and roughly pushed me down so I was kneeling again at the foot of the bed.

Sal said to me, "Now cocksucker, as a parting gift, the boys and I have made you a nice cum cocktail. Show us how much you enjoy it."

Someone grabbed my hair and tilted my head back so I was looking straight up.

"Open wide cocksucker!" Sal said.

I did as I was told and I could feel the lip of the wine glass touch my mouth as Sal started to pour it ever so slowly into my mouth. The huge wad of jizz oozed out of the glass and slowly filled my mouth. It seemed to go on forever. How did these men cum so much?

Sal stopped pouring the first mouthful and they all got closer as I could feel their breath on my face.