(repost) 21st - Master bathroom [nsfw]

(repost from 4/18/11)

I followed Master at my usual two steps behind and to the left.  I could feel the breeze against my bare legs as we crossed campus to the library.  Today was Friday, which meant that I was to be his proper slut.
Two days ago he had told me to post an advert on CraigsList for today.  It was simple, direct, and to the point, much as he was:  “Noon Friday, 3rd floor men’s bathroom at the library. Sophomore girl sucking any cocks that show.”
I followed him up the back stairs, the sound of his heavy tread drowning out my smaller footsteps.  Second floor now and I can feel my heart beat faster the closer we get.  At the third floor landing he stops abruptly and turns.  Eyes downcast I waited for my instructions.
“Yes, Master, I’m ready to be a good little whore.  Yes Master,” I answer as I pull my dress over my head and slide out of my shoes.  He took the blindfold out of his pocket and I smelled his special scent as he leaned in to fix it around my head.  I could feel my other senses immediately heighten now that I couldn’t see.  I could smell musty old books, feel the seams of the wood floor on the soles of my feet and hear the muttering of people talking down the stairs.  My naked skin tingled with anticipation.
Master lifted my chin and I heard the ‘click’ of the lead snap onto my collar.  I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling myself start to enter deeper into subspace.  I heard him turn and take a step and felt the tug on my collar and dutifully followed him down the hall.

The sounds are a bit louder now, closer.  I know the bathroom is close to the back stairs, but I’m disoriented now and can’t really judge distance as …. “Oh, sorry Master,” I meekly say as I bump into him.
I hear the door creak open and feel a tug on my leash leading me inside.  The tiles are cool on my feet, and I can hear soft murmuring and the scrape of shoes.  I can’t tell how many are here, but clearly multiple guys came to fuck my mouth.
“Yes Master,” I say as I kneel on the hard, cool floor.  Master tells the group that for today only my mouth is to be used and that I will swallow if they prefer or they can shoot it on my face and tits.  Master tells them that anyone who breaks the rules won’t be invited back and to line up three at a time.
Invited back?  Three at a time?  I can feel the blush spread across my cheeks and down my chest.  But at the same time, I know Master is there and I am to be his good little whore.  It is Friday after all.
I sense movement in the room and hear approaching footsteps.  I straighten my back and lick my lips nervously.  I hear a zipper to my left and then I feel a cock slap my right cheek.  Instinctively I turn that way and open my mouth.  I can feel him guide it into my mouth and I use my tongue along the underside of his shaft.  My pussy tingles as I suck on a strangers cock in the 3rd floor library bathroom.
I feel a hand on the top of my head pulling it away from … I guess he’s #1.  The hand turns my head back facing front and as I reach up with my left and right hands to find those cocks the hand on my head guides me forward until I wrap my lips around cock #2.
The cock in my right hand starts to throb and I quickly move my head to wrap my lips around it before he cums.  I feel the warm splash in my mouth as I move my mouth further down the shaft, swallowing as he empties himself in my mouth.
Taking my mouth off of him, I move my head to the left and start to lick around the head of cock #3.   He’s bigger.  It’s a struggle to fit the head comfortably in my mouth and I slowly walk my lips up the shaft as I do my best to get it all in.  I realize I can’t, and let out a moan.  I bob my head back and forth as I reach up to jerk #2.  I can’t believe I’m doing this.  I can’t believe how wet this is making me.
I switch back to #2, and the difference in size makes it easier for me to fit all of him in my mouth.  I can hear sounds in the background as I suck him.  Whispers.  Groans.  I hear what are obviously guys masturbating.  I don’t care; I’ll suck them all no matter how many.  It’s Friday.
I pull my head off him and as I stroke both of them I say, softly “Cum on me, cum on me please.”  I feel the first shot of cum from #2 hit my cheek and then the second lower, on my tits.  My pussy is on fire as I feel it slowly slide down me.  I know they can all see it.  I hear their approval.
I turn my head and again try to fit #3 in my mouth.  God, he’s so big.  I cup his balls and start to stroke him with my other hand as I flick my tongue over his head.  I need him to cum.  I need more.
He grunts and I open my mouth wider and as he shoots rope after rope, I let it slide out around his cock and drip on my tits.  I milk him slowly from the base of his shaft to the tip, getting it all.
Leaning back, I assume my proper posture and ask Master “More please.”  I hear the scuffle of feet and feel the presence of three more.  I pull two of them closer, and lean to the right to suck … #4.  God, I’m sucking so many cocks I have to refer to them by numbers.  I hope I don’t lose track.
The show I had been putting on must have had an effect, I feel cum spurt from my left on my shoulder, my neck and across my tits.  I hadn’t even got to suck him yet.  I drop his cock and move my mouth to #5, another big one, long, but not as thick.  Slowly jerking both cocks I keep my head bobbing on him.
I hear panting and grunting from in front of me and I moan as I feel him in my mouth.  My pussy throbs in unison with his cock as I swallow down his cum.   As his cock slides out of my mouth, I feel the mixture of cum on me.  Some has run further down my stomach, and I can feel the stickiness on my face and tits.
Tilting my head to the right I lick my lips and say “cum on my face now, cover me with it.”  I increase my pace and I feel him grab my hand over his cock and as he squeezes down I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out.  I know Master likes when I do this and I love seeing myself this way.  I feel hot wetness across my tongue and face.  Then he too is done.
I assume my position again and once more tell Master, “More please Master, I need more.”  I feel a tug on my collar and I stand.   Master leads me out, and down the hall.  When he stops, I lick my lips and whisper “Thank you, Master.”
I feel him reaching around my head to undo the blindfold and again I smell his special scent.  My eyes blink in the brightness as the blindfold is removed and I cast my eyes down, yearning to show him that I remember, I always remember.  I hear the click of him removing the lead from my collar.
“Yes Master,” I reply as I kneel to collect my dress.  I slip it over my head, and slide into my shoes.  It’s Friday, and I am his proper slut.