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Part 51: Gush(1)
"Yes, that's right, fuck, yes, fuck me harder" came my filthy, nasty verbal as Jeff and I both in our leather gear fucked in the bedroom of the cottage. Jeff was in a relentless, crazed mood. It had been two weeks since my first meeting with David and to be fair David had been ploughing me like a field pretty much every day.
Jeff was almost fucking me overcome with lust that this much younger, incredibly hot fireman was absolutely blowing my mind. The fact he'd turned up in his uniform from a shift a few times had only added to it for me.
"You're a sleazy fucking slut aren't you Sam. Fuck may have to get you something contrasting". His hands dug into my hips, his right hand crashed into my ass cheek and I tightened my hole "oh yes milk me out, milk me out you little bitch".
I wasn't really giving him many options as my tight ass absolutely milked him out. As he slumped backwards I spun around and sunk my head onto his dick cleaning myself up. "God I can't believe how nasty you are for that. Nasty ass to mouth slut".
I looked up and winked. I'd come to understand this as one of my real skills. Guys find it exceptionally hot to have it done but equally as the bottom there's a real power in the moment. Your top, at his `weakest'. "I fucking love doing it".
Jeff changed the subject suddenly "how's the studying? I've heard you've not been to lectures in a couple of weeks?". I grinned.
"What's the point. Not like I'm worth anything".
Jeff smiled "well you need to catch up, stay focussed on it". He ruffled my hair, walked off for a shower and left me, bred, on the bed.
When he came out of the shower he looked me over. "Just so you know Mr Anjou is sending a car in an hour so you better go and scrub up".
Meeting Moses Anjou always had me in a duel mood of nervous and horny. However, in this moment I nodded and grinned.
An hour later, scrubbed up I was in the car and two hours later I was at a new hotel with an outstanding reputation. Me in jeans and T-shirt just wasn't cutting it with staff who looked me over like I was scum. But taken to Mr Anjou's suite, the tight shiny rubber jeans, silk shirt outfit laid out and a clear note to get dressed sorted all that.
At 7pm I was called downstairs. New hotel, yes. But that same slutty walk came out, down the hallway, across the lobby and eventually towards the bar I'd been instructed to go to.
There, Mr Anjou stood with two tall, obviously fit black guys. He turned and looked at me and uttered his normal "very nice" whilst rubbing his hand down my chest.
The two other guys were introduced as Mr Andrews and Mr Trott. First names were Carlton and Abendigo but it was obvious I wouldn't be calling them that.
The now ubiquitous, turbo charged Martini arrived for me and I downed it followed by a second. The conversation was civilised, focusing on the recent election and given my geekiness involved me outlining statistics on recent trends in parts of the country.
Despite me sounding well informed, intelligent and articulate I was standing at a bar with three me subtly touching me up. A brush, a squeeze, a feel happening all the time. As we walked across the dining room my now very obvious erection showing in my rubber jeans to anyone that looked.
My normal mode for behaviour in this situation now followed. I laughter when appropriate, giggled, leaned into the gropes on my thighs, sank martinis and of course played with my salad.
As we left and headed upstairs I was confused as we went to a different suite. This one was decorated sparsely and clinically. Everything was white. From the leather sofa, to the tiled floor. It was a bizarre assault on the senses quite how white everything was.
"Sam, shirt off, put this on" came the bark from Mr Anjou as he threw me a bag, inside was a rubber vest, black, shiny and matching gloves that came to just below the elbow. "Now, unzip your jeans and get on your knees".
As always the rubber pants gave access to ass and cock via two zips that I undid. Mr Andrews and Mr Trott had disappeared but returned totally naked.
Now, I don't subscribe to the view that all black guys have big cocks and all white guys don't. It's bull shit and made up by the porn industry. However, as they walked back in it was obvious they were sporting some pretty massive equipment.
Mr Anjou walked over holding a glass now "squat you little slut and piss in this". I knew suddenly what was coming as the three of them looked at me, smiles on their faces. I got down, aimed my cock at the glass and unleashed a gush of piss at it filling it up. As I finished I looked up and Mr Anjou just nodded.
Now I'd tried my piss in the past, never got into it. Jeff hadn't conditioned me in that direction but here I was on my knees, being watched, a glass of warm piss in my hand. I bit my lip, took a deep breath and started to guzzle it back. There was no reaction from the three not a word until the glass was empty. I licked my lips. That distinct taste in my mouth.
Mr Trott now stepped forward "do you need that refilling?". I nodded as an answer and he and Mr Andrews walked up either side of me and in turn aimed their cocks at the glass and I guzzled the contents.
All the time Mr Anjou watched, arms folded, a cold look on his face as he stepped up replacing Mr Trott "open your dumb mouth white boy" and unleashed his own stream straight into my face.
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