This is part two of my recent encounters in London. It's a much longer read than the first. Everyone is well over 18. I mention using poppers in this story.
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The first day of my business trip to London was a full-day conference for back-office staff to discuss changes and issues. It was productive for the participants but a little dull for me. Afterwards, everyone had a couple of hours to do what they wanted before the team leads would take them out to dinner. I had the option to go along, but I felt that I only drew too much of the attention away from the new leaders at these events. I walked back to my room comparing notes with my deputy, then sent him off to do whatever while I went into my room. The light on the room phone was blinking. I glanced at my work mobile, but I’d already dealt with everything there.
I figured it was just the hotel making a complementary call to be sure everything was alright, so I hit the play button and immediately heard a familiar voice. “How’s my good boy, today? Did my big, important, handsome manager have a good meeting? If you want to prove to me that you’re really a good boy, you’ll come meet me at this address at 19:00 sharp.” It was the Spanish guy I’d hooked up with the night before, obviously. For a moment, I wondered how in the hell he got my contact info, but he hadn’t needed my name to leave me a message here, only the hotel name and the room number. I jotted down the address and did a search. The sexy fucker was less than a ten-minute walk away!
Was I up for another hookup this soon? Who did I think I was kidding? There was no way I was going to pass up another hookup with him. He knew exactly how to push my buttons. Instead of getting some work done, ordering room service for supper and hitting the pillow early, I was stripped, in the shower, cleaning myself out. I got about thirty minutes of shuteye before I threw on the same black jeans and trainers from yesterday, with a white hooded sweatshirt to keep me warm. Downstairs, I slipped out the rear entrance of the hotel to fend off any last-minute questions from my staff.
The map led me down the commercial street for two blocks, then turned on a side street, where I found a nondescript block of flats. Before I could look for the name he’d given me, I heard the intercom buzz. “Fifth floor, baby.” The door locking mechanism clicked and I went inside and up the stairs. The building was pretty ugly but clean. On the fifth floor, light and quiet music spilled out of an open door. He appeared in the doorway wearing grey joggers and a tee-shirt, but barefoot. Gesturing me to him, he said, “Punctual. I like that. Good boy.” I glanced around to make sure no one else had heard that, and walked up to him. He gave me a warm hug and ran his hands along my back to my ass as his blue eyes bored into mine. “God, you’re so beautiful. What’s this? Nothing underneath, baby?” He was already getting me into my sub head-space. I smiled back. “No, sir.”
“Be a good boy and take off the trainers and joggers, baby.” He was still in the doorway and I was technically in the fifth-floor lobby. “Here, sir? What if someone sees?” He’s eyebrows furrowed. “Well, they won’t if you hop to it. But so what if they do?” I toed off the trainers and yanked the joggers down and off, causing my now stiffening dick to spring forward. He took the joggers from me. “Good boy. Now the hoodie.” It was pretty cool in the lobby and my nipples were getting pert as I quickly removed the hooded sweatshirt and the tee underneath it. He took another step toward me and thumbed my erect nipples. “That’s my good boy. Are you going to let daddy have some more fun with you tonight?” I swallowed the lump in my throat and said, “Yes, sir.” He gave me that thousand-watt smile, wrapped a hand around my stiff cock and led me inside.
The flat looked much nicer from within and had a good view of one of London’s canals through the tall windows. Once in his bedroom, we kissed deeply then he led my hands to undress him. I hesitated once I got his joggers down to his ankles. “What is it, baby?” he asked me. “May I lick your feet, sir?” He stepped out of his joggers and lay back on the bed. “Of course, baby. Have fun.” I took his right foot in my hands and sniffed, licked and massaged it from heel to toe, chewing gently on the heel and sucking each of the toes in turn, careful to lick the soft skin between them clean. “Keep looking at me while you do that, baby. You’re so beautiful,” he moaned at the treatment and encouraged me to do the same with his left foot, while he massaged my prick with the already wet one. I was in heaven worshipping his feet and massaging his calves.
He spread his legs wide. “Come here, my beautiful baby. Give my balls some love like you did last night.” I crawled up onto the bed and leaned forward to lap around and over his slightly hairy sack, sucking on them one at a time and both together, making sure to lick the soft skin on the sides and between his thighs, all the while captured in his penetrating gaze. I circled the base of his thick, curved cock with my tongue and started to glide up its length, when he gave me a light slap on the cheek. “Ah, ah, ah. I didn’t tell you that you could do that.” I withdrew and sat on my haunches, waiting for instructions. “That’s right. Good boy.” He sat up, took my face in his hands, and kissed me deeply for several minutes before pulling back and staring into my eyes. “Do you trust me, baby?” I felt trapped and asked him, “What do you mean, sir?” He kissed me again longingly and asked, “Do you trust me to show you a good time, even if it means taking you a bit to your limits?” I hesitated. I didn’t even know this guy’s name and he was asking me to put more trust in him. He sensed my resistance and told me, “Baby, my beautiful baby. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, I swear. But I would like to get a little wilder tonight and I’d like to take you along for the ride. What do you think? Last night you were my baby. Tonight, do you want to be my bitch?”
That was the magic word. I cursed my body for betraying me, but a moan escaped my lips before I could even stop it. The truth was that I did want to be his bitch. I wanted to relinquish more control and feel my body come alive. “Yes, sir. I want to be your bitch tonight.” Face-to-face, he gave me a bright, honest smile. “Say it again, baby.” I cleared my throat and told him more loudly, “Sir, I’m your bitch. I’m your bitch, and I need you to breed my pussy again tonight.” He laughed at that and ran his fingers through my short hair. “Oh, don’t you worry, my bitch. I’m going to pound that pussy and knock you up good. I’ve got a few surprises for you tonight. Now, lie down on the bed face down and prepare to be spoiled for a bit.
I did as he asked, placing a pillow under my chest so that I could comfortably lay my head down. He left the room momentarily and returned with a tube of some kind. I heard him squirt the contents onto his hands and then he placed them on my shoulders and started to massage my back, saying “You have such a broad, manly back. You’re such a beautiful bitch.” It was heaven after the long day of being on my feet during the conference. I let out long, contented sighs as he worked my upper back and shoulders, then trailed down to my lower back. Before he got to my ass, he went back to my arms and massaged them one at a time, leaving them extended at my sides on the bed. He returned to my ass and worked my glutes over, letting dribbles of oil drip into my cleft and guiding his hand along it from time to time, keeping me aroused. “This is a spectacular ass, baby. You should be very proud of this beautiful ass.” I felt him kiss each cheek in turn.
He gripped my waist and pulled my hips up until I was on my knees, but my torso was still hanging forward and my head was on the mattress. It was very exposing to have my ass in the air like that but I was fantasising about how it would feel if he fucked me in this position. His massage worked down my thighs and over my calves and feet. I felt him slip something around my ankles but I was in a bit of a stupor and didn’t pay it much attention. Then he did the same with my wrists. I heard a series of clicks a and felt hard metal on my skin. “Sir?” I started to raise my head, understanding that he’d cuffed my wrists to my ankles, rendering me stuck in this position. “Shh, baby. This is just to add to the fun. Remember, I promised not to go past your limits. But I need to help you understand that I’m in charge here and you’re my willing, slutty, horny bitch. Isn’t that right?” I breathed into my nervousness and let it out. “Yes, sir. I’m your bitch.” He brought his hand down on my exposed ass cheek and spanked it loud enough to make me yelp. “Say, ‘I’m your willing bitch’”. I repeated the words out loud. He slapped the other cheek loudly. “Say, ‘I’m your slutty bitch’”. I told him I was. He slapped each cheek in turn, and I was sure he’d left a hand print. “Say, ‘I’m your horny bitch’”. “Oh, sir, I’m your horny bitch. I’m your willing, slutty, horny bitch”.
“I thought so,” he said as he slid a slicked-up finger into my ass to the knuckle and curled it. “This cunt is mine for the night. I’m going to have so much fun with your cunt tonight. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I nodded against the sheets, “Yes, sir. Please use my cunt and make it yours.” Suddenly, I heard the jingle of keys and the flat door opened. “A-ha, your next surprise has just arrived. My husband is home.” I couldn’t see out of the bedroom from my position but I heard a male voice say something and another laugh. “Qué mierda…”, I heard my hookup speak to himself as he withdrew his finger and rose from the bed to exit the bedroom.
I understand some Spanish, more than people realise, but when they speak at their native fluency, I lose the thread easily. I understood that my hookup was telling someone—probably his husband—that they hadn’t agreed to something—probably bringing in another person. I heard another man talking and from his tone, I imagined he was saying something like “He wanted to come. What was I supposed to tell him?” The third male voice was speaking in low, assured tones and he didn’t sound like a native speaker, but I distinctly heard him say, “Solo miraré”, “I’ll just watch”. I turned my head so that I could see the door to the bedroom clearly and watched the three of them enter. My new lover in the front, with his thick, dark hair and beard, and penetrating blue eyes.
“Baby, this was going to be my next surprise. I enjoyed your ass so much that I asked my husband Julio here to join us tonight.” He put his arm lovingly around a Spaniard very nearly my height, with sandy brown hair, a matching goatee thicker than mine but not a full beard like his husband, thick, bushy eyebrows, and chocolate brown eyes. He had a beautiful body, quite obvious as he was wearing gym shorts and a tee with deep-cut arm holes. “Julio is a personal trainer.” I smiled and nodded, embarrassed by my awkward position. “Encantado, Julio!” I told him. He stepped forward in greeting and said with a thick accent, “I’d shake your hand, but…”. We both laughed. My hookup stepped forward and said, “No need for handshakes. Just slap his beautiful ass like this,” and he made my flesh jiggle, earning a “Whoosh!” out of me. Julio followed suit on the other cheek and I muttered, “Thank you, sir.”
He looked at me admiringly for a moment and then, as if he’d just remembered, gestured behind him. “Oh, and this is Anain. We work together. Anain only dates women but he’s less picky about who he fucks.” The man stepped into the room and I saw a wall of dark muscle in a sweaty tee-shirt, basketball shorts and high-tops. His skin was as dark as my hook-up’s hair, almost verging on blue in the bedside light. When he smiled, his face lit up with perfect teeth. He raised his hand over my backside and I imagined it was as large as a saucepan. “May I?” he asked in polite, but accented English.” I lowered my eyelashes coquettishly and felt that enormous palm land strongly on each ass cheek in turn. They were now very warm and that warmth was spreading through my body.
My hook-up rubbed my now reddened ass cheeks and said, “I guess now that names are out there, there’s no need to be coy. I’m Rafael, but I expect you to call us all ‘Sir’, right?” I smiled and replied, “Yes, sirs.” I gave them my name as well, then told them, “But tonight I’m your bitch and you can call me whatever you like.”
Anain went to sit in an armchair in the corner of the bedroom while Julio stripped and climbed onto the bed. I saw a few different things being tossed onto the bed or put on the nightstand, including a paddle, a couple of dildos and butt plugs, as well as a fresh bottle of poppers, before Rafael climbed back on as well. “As you can see, I was just warming him up. Julio, get your wick wet while I continue.” Rafael went back to rubbing my skin and occasionally slapping my ass while Julio turned me, then positioned himself in front of me so that he could feed me his cock in full view of Anain. It wasn’t as thick as his husband’s, but it had a beautiful shape and hood and it was a treat to pleasure him with my mouth. When I had the head nice and slick, he started feeding me more and I yawned to open my throat. Behind me, Rafael wrapped his oily hands around my ball sack and pulled it down gently, enough to make me feel it and distract me from the cock now sliding in and out of my throat without much resistance. He crushed my balls lightly in one hand while a couple of his fingers were sliding into my ass with the other. Julio would wait until I couldn’t suppress my gag reflex before pulling out for a moment and starting again. I felt his hands sliding over my back until they went down to my neck and held my head in position. “Take a good breath, my bitch”. I did so and he started slowly but unstoppably fucking my throat, never pulling all the way out. Rafael was lightly slapping my balls and my cock to keep my attention split, then I felt his tongue enter my ass and my eyes rolled back.
The things Rafael could do with his long tongue defy description. I heard Julio chuckle and whisper, “Oh, yes, bitch. I know what that feels like. He’s an artist at eating ass. Enjoy and keep sucking my cock.” Rafael’s tongue was so talented that I couldn’t tell if he was fingering me, fucking me or simply tongue-fucking me at times, because he had me feeling so open and penetrated. Julio withdrew his cock from my mouth and tapped it against my cheek a few times. “I think it’s time for me to experience that beautiful ass, bitch.”
Rafael and his husband exchanged places before Rafael asked me, “You want some poppers, baby?” I didn’t actually think I needed them, he’d opened me up so beautifully back there, but I thought, “What the hell?” I nodded and he held them up to my nostrils, where I took two long hits on each side. Julio’s long cock was sliding along my cleft and I heard him take a couple of hits before he positioned his head right at my sphincter and slid it inside without much resistance for the first several inches. “Oh, yeah. Qué lindo coño. What a nice, beautiful, warm cunt you’ve got, bitch”. By then he’d entered me fully and started fucking me deep and slow. I moaned in appreciation. “Oh, thank you, sir. That feels so good. It’s what my pussy needed.”
Rafael gave me a light slap on the cheek to get my attention and then slid his thick, curved cock into my mouth. Sucking him off was a bigger challenge in this position, because instead of easily sliding down my throat, his cock was shaped to go upward. I struggled and swallowed though and worked up plenty of throat sludge. Once he had me open to the base, Julio started penetrating me from different angles and I felt his head batter my prostate. My cock started leaking down my thigh. He pulled me back onto his cock, so that I was nearly sitting up, which allowed him to wrap his arms around me and play with my nipples. “Rafael tells me our bitch likes to have her nipples played with, sí?” In this position, Rafael had gotten to his feet on the mattress and was fucking my mouth properly. All I could manage in response to Julio was a muffled but very enthusiastic, “Mm-hmm”. He twisted them both as he jabbed his cock deeply into my cunt. “Do you want my babies, too, bitch? Should I dump by batter deep in your insides and get you pregnant?” I nodded around Rafael’s cock and responded with a “Mweez!”
Julio grabbed my hips and started fucking like a wild man. He was beyond my prostate but I felt him tapping my inner sphincter with every thrust and it was a dream. Suddenly, the hands on my waist tightened painfully as his thrusts became slow and uncoordinated and I knew he was giving me his load. He fell forward against my back and continued thrusting slowly for a minute, each contact with my sphincter drawing a moan out of him. He kissed my nape tenderly and nibbled on my earlobes. “That was so good, bitch. You are such a sexy man. And that cunt of yours is world-class.” They were complements that had me glowing with pride as he drew his cock out and I felt my ass lips trying to hold him in.
“Are you going to have a go or shall I plug him?” I heard Julio ask his husband, who laughed. “Oh, you bet I’m going to fuck that irresistible ass. But first I’m going to redden those cheeks again.” Rafael scooted out from under me and went around to my side, where he picked up a paddle and brought it down on my ass. I grunted from the pain and felt a bit of Julio’s cum leak out of me. I thought I had a moment to collect myself before he could raise the paddle and bring it down again, but Julio must have had one as well, because a second later, my other ass cheek was beaten and I grunted loudly. The two of them rubbed my ass to help the circulation and make it glow, before they did it again and I shouted out in pain mixed with pleasure.
“Anain, could you give him some more poppers for me?” I watched as the mountain of muscle rose from the armchair and approached the bed. It was like watching a bodybuilding competition up close. I was fascinated by all the veins, curves and striations. He’d removed his trainers and sat on the bed to open the bottle of poppers for me and hold it to my nostrils, which also required that he hold my head up. Up this close, I could see that he had an equally massive muscle between his legs and it was tenting the basketball shorts. No, tenting is the wrong word. I could see the bulge running over his left thigh and knew that if I dipped my head, I’d see the crown just at the hem. My mind refused to calculate the actual size, whether he was a thick eight inches or possibly even ten. I just knew that it was like some source of masculine power that drew me toward it like a moth and a flame.
He offered me another hit, then lowered my head. I steered it so that my face fell into his lap and my mouth eagerly wrapped around the bulge in his shorts. “Oh, ho!” I heard Rafael cry. “Our bitch is getting bolder.” Anain responded with a deep-voiced laugh of his own. “Well, Anain, if our bitch wants it, you’d better give it to her. I promised her a wild night.” Anain gently lifted my head from his lap and held it in place while Rafael penetrated me from behind and I squealed in pleasure. I watched in awe as the black man removed his tee-shirt and lowered his basketball shorts to reveal how his massive cock had escaped the confines of his sweaty jock and was working its way down his thigh. It looked like one of my dildos at home, it was so thick and veined and the head was still larger than the rest, despite its length. He removed his jockstrap next and I whimpered. He looked at me questioningly for a moment, then stuffed the jockstrap into my mouth, where I licked it thoroughly, trying to taste the sweat and musk of the man and, yes, even hoping for some dribbles of piss.
All the while, Rafael was pounding me from behind from various angles and my prostrate was taking a beating so that my own cock was leaking like a tap. I could hear that Julio was actually behind Rafael, rimming him as he fucked me. After a few minutes, Anain removed the jockstrap from my mouth and replaced it with his cock. I honestly had no idea how I was going to suck that thing. I opened my mouth wide and let my tongue run all over the head and upper shaft. The first time I tried to get it into my throat was a failure, so I drew my head back and started licking the full shaft to the base, then licking, lapping and sucking his enormous set of balls covered in tight, curly black hair. He rolled back so that I could give his ass and taint some love, too. The man had glutes the size of weight plates. He rested his cock back onto my tongue, then opened the bottle of poppers for me again and let me take two deep hits in each nostril. He set the bottle aside and grabbed hold of either side of my head. (Honestly, his fingers met in the back, his hands were so large.) He then pressed the head of his massive cock against the back of my throat and used his thumbs to massage my larynx. Gently but without stopping, he forced his head into my throat. There was a moment of resistance and panic, but the poppers relaxed me and his cock slipped past with a small pop.
There was no way for me to breathe around it. I tried to relax and let it happen, but I was being fucked hard all the while and at some point, my body demanded air. I tried to pull back, but he didn’t release me. I started jerking, my ass contracting tightly around Rafael’s curved cock and squeezing him for all I was worth. There was a moment of black dots forming in my vision, when Anain drew his cock out smoothly and I gasped in air. I was about to cough violently, but he forced his monster right back down my throat and caressed the sides of my face to keep me calm. “Good bitch. Your throat is getting used to my third leg, no?” Tears were running out of my eyes, but I was in hog heaven at the same time. This time, he drew his cock out before I saw the black spots and I quickly drew in enough air to fill my lungs. As he re-entered me, I heard Rafael behind me calling out a serious of swear words in Spanish and shooting the second load of the night into my now well-worn ass.
“Madre de Dios, that’s one fantastic fuck, baby!” He laughed and kissed me on the side of the neck. He must have felt Anain’s huge member below the surface. “What do you think, Anain? She’s got two loads up her cunt. Shall I plug her up while you feed her the last one down her hungry throat?” I shook my head on the man’s pole and he released me. I pulled off with a gasp, and said, “No, please. I have to feel this inside my cunt. Por favor!” The room went silent. “Baby, Anain is huge. You aren’t ready to play at that level yet.” It was Rafael, lying over me and whispering into my ear while he caressed my arms. “I don’t know anyone in my circle who can take that without drugs.” I was this close to asking him if he had any, when I caught myself. That would be going too far. I had to work tomorrow. Either I could take this guy naturally or not at all. It was already a risk that I wouldn’t be walking normally.
“Rafael, sir. Julio sir. Use the dildos, please. Open me up wider while I relax. I want to see if I can take him a little bit. Maybe not all of it, but some.” They looked at me, then at Anain, who merely shrugged and said, “If his cunt is as good as you say it is, I would like to try it.” Anain kept his cock out of my throat this time, simply allowing me to stroke it, lick it and suck on the head while Rafael and Julio lubed up several dildos and plugs and took turns working them into my ass until my anal ring could stretch around each of them without any struggle. They also spent some time working my inner sphincter gently, trying to coax it open with plenty of lube.
“I think he’s ready,” Julio proclaimed. I personally felt like you could shove a wine bottle into my ass and I’d hardly notice, I felt so loose and open. Anain shook his head and said, “Fist him.” We all stared at him. “What?” Julio replied and Anain continued, “Rafael should fist him. He has the smallest hands. If this bitch can’t take his fist, then she definitely isn’t ready for my cock.” Rafael lay back down on my side and spoke into my ear. “What do you think, querida mía? Is that really what you want?” I turned my head to face him and gave him a kiss. I must have looked a mess after that throat fucking. “Sir, last night you asked me what I wanted and I told you. Do you remember?” He nodded, “Sure, you said you wanted to be my good bo—.” He paused and his eyes lit up with remembering, “You said you wanted me to possess you.” I smiled. “Yes, and I can’t think of a better way to possess me than to have your hand near my heart.”
Rafael climbed back out of the bed as Julio got a tub of thicker lube or possibly Crisco. I couldn’t see them behind me. I heard them slathering Rafael’s hand and wrist then felt his fingers at my hole. After being fucked twice and worked over with dildos and plugs, it wasn’t really hard for him to get his five fingers inside me, and he even managed to form a fist, draw it out of me and slide it back inside a few times. “Good bitch,” Anain said, stroking my face and watching the entire thing carefully. “Now slowly hammer further inside, Rafael. Keep your fist closed, don’t ‘bore’. I won’t be able to reshape my cock inside his ass; it has to be able to take the head as it is. Go just past your wrist, that’s far enough. I’m big; I’m not deformed.” This was a new experience for me. I’d never gotten into the fisting scene and only allowed a few lovers with smaller hands to even enter me that way. Now I was feeling something as wide as a male fist slide up to my sigmoid colon and around it, then a bit into my intestines. It was… how do I describe it? It was like taking a reverse shit. It was like something warm stretching me out inside. It was like putting my life in someone else’s hands. I knew at that moment that it wasn’t the last time I was going to explore that feeling.
“Okay, muy bien hecho, Rafael”, Anain said. “You can slowly draw your hand out, even open your fist for a different experience. Julio, slap some of that lube on my cock. It should make it much easier.” As I felt Rafael’s hand slip out of my ass without any resistance and heard Julio slathering cream on Anain’s monster cock, the black man leaned down to me and told me, “You’ve been such a good bitch tonight. Don’t you worry. I’m not going to abuse you. I’m going to make you feel something you’ve never felt before and you’re probably going to be addicted to it.” He smiled at me but I wasn’t sure whether he meant that last part as a joke.
Rafael got in front of me and we started making out. His hands found my nipples and gently worked them back to hardness. Anain’s enormous hands spread my ass cheeks as Julio offered me another hit of poppers and I accepted. Then I felt it: that massive head at my sphincter. I only resisted for a second, then took a breath and pushed out gently as though taking a shit. He popped inside. My anal ring closed around it in relief, but it was still well-stretched by his girth. Inch by inch, the head slid deeper inside me until I felt it at my second sphincter. Anain tried a few different angles to get past it and then he found the right one and I gasped. I was feeling my sigmoid being pushed to the side by a massively thick rod which then proceeded to explore me further. Not much further, thank goodness. I felt Anain’s hairy balls bounce against mine and then he started rocking back and forth a few inches. I heard groaning and realized it was coming out of my mouth. Julio had noticed my cock leaking again. He caught the cum running out and smeared it over my torso and face, making me lick his hand clean each time.
Rafael continued to assault my mouth and tits while Anain explored my cunt. Once he felt confident that I was going to stay open to him, he picked up his pace and lengthened his stroke. The mattress was rocking and the sound of his heavy balls slapping against mine rang through the air. Julio slid under my belly, wrapped one hand around my shaft and opened his mouth to catch the leaking stream. “It’s soooooo good. It’s sooooo good” was all I could say in between Rafael’s kisses. I heard Anain breathing heavily behind me. “Fuck me, this is one incredible cunt. I won’t last much longer.” Rafael looked at my half-zoned-out expression and told him, “Do it. He’s ready for your load.” Anain picked up the pace and started pounded me. Rafael slapped me to sharpen my focus and I started clenching my ass around Anain’s onslaught.
“Harder!” I called out. “Oh, please, sirs, harder!” All three of them dialled up their attack on my ass, my cock and my nipples until I felt the knot form in my balls and travel down my shaft, then I exploded into Julio’s mouth. “Ohhh, fuuuuck!” was all I could say as Julio’s suctioning lips siphoned everything out of my abused nuts. My ass clenched one last, powerful time around Anain’s club and he shouted loudly enough to wake the neighbours. I didn’t understand the words—they weren’t Spanish or English—but they were followed immediately by a flooding of warm spurts that went straight into my large intestine. Rafael stopped torturing my nipples and simply kissed me gently as I came down from the incredible high of the fuck.
Anain took his time drawing his cock out of my now fully gaped ass and squeezing the last drops of his babymakers into my open cavern. He then reached for the largest butt plug the men had and forced it into my ass. I groaned in discomfort but didn’t object as my cunt was closed off to keep the seed inside. The room had an unmistakeable smell of cum, sweat, lube, ass and amyl nitrate. Rafael cracked open the window to let in some fresh air and we four lay on the bed recovering. I basked in the glow of their compliments about my looks, my stamina and my cunt and gave credit where credit was due. Finally, a yawn cracked my jaw. Rafael announced, “Looks like it’s time to call it a night, gents. Some of us have to work in the morning. Besides, I have to piss.”
I placed a hand on his and pulled him toward me before he could get up. I whispered into his ear, my cheeks reddening at the confession. “Really? You truly are a dirty pig, baby. Well, come on.” The others were naturally curious what was going on. “Our bitch here has always fantasised about swallowing someone’s piss. I’m going to make one last fantasy come true tonight.” I followed him into the bathroom, but the others were right on our trail, eager to see it for themselves. I got on my knees in the shower stall and opened my mouth. Rafael placed his cock at my lips and, after a moment to relax, released a stream of urine directly into my mouth. I was curious to collect it, but quickly realised that I had to swallow or it would overflow and run down my front. I noticed it was very bitter. He kept pissing and I kept swallowing. I had no real idea how much a man’s bladder can hold. “That is so fucking hot!” Julio cried out. “Drink mine, too!” I looked up at the two of them, my stomach already feeling a little bloated from one person. Anain also looked pretty aroused by the whole idea. “Look, sirs. I don’t know if I can really drink that much piss my first time trying, but how about this? The two of you both piss into my mouth at the same time. I’ll swallow as much as I can and the rest will run over my front.” They agreed and lined up their respective cocks. They started pissing and I noticed immediately that it tasted different that Rafael’s, just slightly less bitter. I was swallowing as much as I could, but there was no way to keep up with two streams of it at the same time. It started running out of my mouth and down my torso, splashing on my knees. Julio got the devilish idea to start aiming it at my face and hair, so Anain followed suit and aimed at my back and sides. I was damp with piss inside and out by the time they finished. Afterwards, it was only fair that they had to get into the shower while I pissed all over them.
We ran the shower quickly, dried off and Anain and I said goodbye to the married couple once Rafael had given me his contact info for the next time I came to town. We took the lift down and Anain turned out to be incredibly sweet. He asked if he could kiss me and he held me tenderly, which didn’t seem possible with his muscle bulk. We also exchanged contact info and he walked me back to the hotel before heading off to his own home not far away. That man had layers his friends didn’t know about.
That night, I was actually too tired, sore and aroused to sleep well, which made my last workday in London a nightmare. Still, I wouldn’t have done things differently for all the world.
