This week seemed to pass so much more quickly than the last. There were still classes to attend and homework to do, but there wasn't the same apprehension as the weekend approached. That had been replaced by a feeling of excitement that grew as the week progressed. Amazing what a freed penis can achieve.
Friday afternoon arrived with a howling rainstorm. Pelted by the aqua-missiles, I leapt into and out of the cab, running for shelter where I could. I reached the front door and buzzed the suite. A now familiar, growling voice said, "Hello."
"Hello, is Jennifer there?" I said with more confidence than I'd shown in the past. I knew what I wanted, and I was going to get it.
"She's not here right now," came the now familiar reply. "But you can come up and wait." The buzzer sounded announcing that the door had unlocked, and I entered. I carefully made my way down the hallway to the portal. Even though I knew exactly what was about to happen, I knocked anyway. The door burst open, and I was sucked inside as though by air pressure. As before I was grabbed, stripped naked, and my hands were cuffed behind my back. They then reinstalled the chastity device on my dick. I was almost ready for business.
Someone to my right grabbed my hair and jerked my face up. He looked me over and then remarked, "This is the third weekend you've returned, Cunt. You must really like this!" There was a roar of laughter and approval from an unknown number of men in the room. "We figured you would return again after last week, so we've planned something special for you." A thrill/ chill ran down my spine as I wondered what exactly they had planned.
Master placed my collar around my neck and the familiar gas mask was strapped on my face without incident. I no longer struggled when they strapped the appliance to my head and at once draughted deep the deliciously oily fumes. I felt the familiar sensations of my mind slipping its moorings, the warm feeling at my crotch and the ravenous hunger of a sexually starved man settling into by belly once again.
He completed my ensemble by shoving a butt plug roughly into my ass, snapping a leash to my collar and cuffing my hands behind my back. I was once again ready to go, once again, I was reduced to being no more than my Master's little whore and I loved every second of it. "Love that ass!" he remarked as he slapped me and watched the ripples of force fan out from the impact point.
I yelped as his palm landed on my backside and the pain spread out before the shockwave. The pain was only momentary, but a curious feeling lingered, and I longed for more. I actually wanted them to use my body for their pleasure and knew they would when the time was right.
He picked up my leash and led me out of the room. He now stalked down dimly lit hallways until we came to the front room of the house. I noticed a young man on his knees at the other side of the door. I guessed his height at five-foot-six and his weight at about a buck-thirty. He had brown hair and when he looked over in our direction, I noticed he had those chocolate brown eyes I could so easily fall into. As I looked on, he glanced me over then slowly licked his reddened lips and smiled. He was wearing nothing but a collar and chastity cage as my Master led me to the other side of the door. "Master?" I asked softly.
He turned his yead and sidelong eyeballed me. "Yeah?"
"Who's that over there by the door, Sir? I don't think I've ever seen his face before," I asked submissively.
"That's our newest little slut, Petey. He came to us late last week," he replied. "He actually volunteered for this!" A note of incredulity rose in his voice on the sounding of the second statement. He led me to the other side of the door. "Okay, on your knees, Cunt," he ordered as he dropped my leash. "You're gonna be book ends with Petey here for a while," he decided.
"Yes, Master," I said submissively I had learned not to be slow in obeying his commands and knelt quickly. He removed my cuffs and retreated out of sight.
I watched as the first gentleman of the evening walked through the door, spied Petey to his right and smiled as he strolled over to stand in front of our new slut. Petey looked up and returned his smile as his fingers busied themselves with the clasp and zipper now set before him. Soon, the man's slacks and briefs were lying at his ankles. Petey sat back up and came face to face with the gentleman's beautiful, eight-inch cock. I watched Petey visibly wilt as his hand seemed to raise subconsciously while never taking his eyes from the phallus in front of him. He grasped it as though it were an apparition that might suddenly disappear and then I watched his eyes dilate slightly, his mouth open and his pink tongue extend to accept the head of the prong that would soon be lodged in his throat.
I didn't watch for long as another gentleman appeared through the door and glanced in my direction. He was a pleasant looking fellow who walked with an easy gait as he approached me. He placed his hands on my hair as I began automatically began unhooking his pants, unzipping them and dropping them to the floor. I hooked my fingers into his boxers as he gently stroked my hair. "That's a good little slut. You know what to do," he murmured softly to me.
Beyond him, I could see Petey bobbing up and down on the slab of man meat now invading and retreating from his throat. His eyes were closed, and the hints of a smile were at the corners of his mouth. He was in his element and was broadcasting that fact. I smiled as I turned to grasp the prick of the man in front of me and guide it between my lips and into my mouth. We were bookends, as Master had said.
I lost track of time and cocks as I knelt there on my knees fluffing all manor of prongs coming into the house and occasionally glancing at my partner in grime. I have never seen a more beautiful representation of bliss that the one that crossed his face while his mouth and throat were being invaded and used as a cum dump. I smiled to myself as my own orifice was used for the same purpose. Pleasure loves company.
Master returned with a Stranger. They were herding two other slaves to our positions. Master collected my leash, bid me to stand while making another slave kneel in my place then cuffing me with hands in front again. I glanced across the doorway to see that the station there was being changed too. I handed Master my leash handed them our leashes and prepared to follow.
