Gift to Nifty
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Part 52: Gush(2)
There was now already an intense smell of urine surrounding me. I'd guzzled my own, Mr Andrews, Mr Trott's and Mr Anjous.
I was wet, but now Mr Trott with a medium level of force took my head and pushed me towards his cock as the other two got glasses of water.
The smell of Mr Trott's groin was love at first sight, well love at first smell. I've mentioned about the distinct smells that you pick up, that a slut like me identifies and stores away. There are good ones, bad ones, ok ones. But then there are the moments like Mr Trott. Literally everything that could be right about it was right and I dived on, hungry to suck, hungry to impress.
"This slut is nasty". Was his first line, as I worked over his delicious cockhead. Swirling and tasting it.
"Oh he's so much more" came Mr Anjou's reply. "He`s the most degraded animal I've ever experienced. He's quite something".
A hand now started to deliberately push my head deeper now, making me take more and more of his thick, hard, long cock. I started to cough and gag "that's it, that's it you filthy skank" came the voice of Mr Andrew's and as I was released thick throat drool spilled from my mouth and covered Mr Trott's cock.
I wasn't given a moment to regain my breath before my head was shoved towards Mr Andrew's groin. He instantly didn't smell as good. There was a thick bush of pubes at the end of his cock and it was obvious to all of them that I wasn't in the same `zone'.
"Any good?" Came Mr Anjou's voice
"He's a solid average cock sucker" came the reply which mortified me, I pushed on, swallowed back, worked my tongue, added some noise. "Oh hold on, he's actually pretty good".
Mr Andrew's now turned my body so it was against the sofa. He put his hands on the back of the sofa and then and I'm trying to find a better way to describe this, mounted my face.
Yes, of course I'd been face fucked, multiple times, in a huge variety of positions. But this, this felt different. Like he'd absolutely mounted my face like a hole. My head, tilted back could see his looking down, grinning and now he started to pump. Relentlessly, with no mercy, grinning. It was fucking incredible. At any moment I expected him to explode in my hungry mouth but he didn't. Pulling out leaving me gunge covered.
"Up on the sofa, on your back" came the growl from Mr Anjou. Mr's Andrew's and Trott now at a `bar' drinking more water.
Mr Anjou walked over with an intimidating dildo. That kind of jumbo sized, shiny, black one that's absolutely designed to open up any slut.
Of course I'd prepped my ass, who wouldn't knowing who I was meeting? However, this dildo would take some work.
Mr Anjou barked "pull your legs back" allowing my boy cunt to be exposed "very nice". Next came the strokes of his fingers, lube added, more strokes, then fingers going in me lasting some time before he took hold of the dildo, smeared it up and started to push.
"That's it, give it up you nasty white skank, give that nasty used cunt up to me, come on, that's it".
Fuck, was I moaning. The stretch intense but feeling incredible especially as he pulled it in and out of my hole.
It was beyond huge to be honest. Hurting, but sometimes the pain plus pleasure equation is complicated. Mr Anjou looked over me with his characteristic grin "very nice".
A few minutes of pumping made me oblivious to how much water Mr Trott and Mr Andrew's were guzzling. Mr Anjou brought the huge dildo up to my face to suck on. I went for it, in the right frame of mind sucking an inanimate object is somehow insanely hot.
Mr Andrew's now laid down next to me, the clear sign was for me to mount up on his dick. I slid over, like a cheap whore and impaled myself onto his cock. My body still straight as it sunk its way into my open ass. My eyes closed and not fully aware as Mr Anjou came up behind me and pushed into me doubling up in my ass. I made some crazed animal noise but it was soon muffled by Mr Trott pushing into my mouth.
But Mr Trott wasn't looking for a simple blow job, no, he started to gush more piss straight into my mouth and down my throat as I got double fucked in my ass.
"How can anyone be this degraded" came Mr Trott's loud, laughing line. "I mean I've been with degraded sluts before but this skank is a whole new level!"
Some of his piss had spilt from my mouth as it gushed into my mouth. Mr Anjou had taken me by my shoulders and started to plough at me "animal, animal, degraded skank animal" he hissed into my ear. There was almost hatred in his voice.
He suddenly pulled out and switched with Mr Trott. Mr Anjou now gushing more urine into my mouth.
I was, in this moment, seemingly in a totally different place. The room wreaking of urine, my ass stretched wide fucking open. My brain totally scrambled.
"Shall we deny that slut?" Came Mr Anjou's line. I wasn't sure what this meant. Until I was suddenly picked up, dumped down on the white leather sofa. "Oh, we're off" said Mr Anjou with a big grin, totally knowing what he was doing.
I looked back at them in total shock, not quite realising what they were doing and then my reaction came. It wasn't an adult one. More a two year old throwing a tantrum as I shouted and cried and screamed.
"No, no, you can't leave me like this, it's not fair, it's not fair, I need my cum, no don't walk off, no!!"
I was slapping the sofa. Piss from it flying up in a splash motion into the air. It must have looked disgusting. They all grinned and walked out, leaving me red faced, crying.
It wasn't the degradation. It was that I hadn't got any cum. That's what I was angry about.
I must have eventually passed out. When I woke up there was a bag by the door with clothes and shower gel in `car will take you home at 9pm. You're a urinal'
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