“Cum, slut!” he commands.
My whole body seizes, my muscles spasm, and I feel like every nerve in me is on fire as the first of a series of explosive orgasms overtakes me. I scream. I shake down to the very core of my being. It’s almost too much to handle. I am completely distracted from my duty as a slave to orally pleasure Sir Q, but he reminds me when he pulls my head down on his cock. I continue to tremble with orgasms even as all of my holes are stuffed.
My entire body is so sensitized to the proceedings that I can sense the men’s approaching climaxes. Sir C is the first to release his seed deep into my bowels. Sir Q pushes his cock as far as humanly possible into my throat and unloads with a deep groan. When he pulls out, a long, sticky rope of cum dribbles down my chin. Finally, Master expends his load in my twitching cunt.
The men take a moment to relax and regain their bearings. I lie on the bed, soaked in sweat and cum, waiting to be untied. My limbs are tired.
“I have to take a piss,”. Master mutters, “She’s a mess. Shall we give her our own special shower?”
The men leer at me mischievously as they untie me and help me out of bed. I wobble feebly to the bathroom and collapse on the cold shower floor. They are standing over me, their semi erect cocks in my face. Before I can utter a word or move, streams of hot piss from all three men hit my face and cascade down over my tits.
“Open your mouth, slut.” Master demands.
I open my mouth. Salty piss is bouncing off my tongue. It’s sliding down my throat. I swallow. They laugh at my humiliation as I drink in their essences. When it’s all over, I fall over onto my side and lie in the massive piss puddle that has accumulated underneath me.
The men file out of the bathroom and leave me there to marinate. I hear their voices as Sir Q and Sir C dress and prepare to depart. After Master bids them farewell, I hear him return to the bathroom. He is still naked. He turns on the shower head. The water washes over me and sends the filth of our session down the drain. Master grabs a sponge and diligently washes my body. He likes to keep his toy clean. I am, after all, a thing to used.
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