Chapter 12. Whore for a Weekend (Part 2)

After watering all of us on the grass, my Master led me inside the house by pulling the leash. Upon entering the house there was a very large dining room. In one part there was a large L-shaped sofa, a TV, a large low table, and other small tables next to the sofa. In another part there was a long wooden table, for about 6 or 8 people. There was an arch that led to the kitchen, which also seemed large. We crossed the dining room to go towards some stairs that led to the first floor. I naked on all fours, as always, and my Master pulling me. Pollón Cañero wanted to go down and when he saw that we were going up he waited on the first floor, which was perfect for him to dedicate some compliment to me:

- Look how delighted she is to be the whore of four cocks.

- She was born for this. And she better show how satisfied she is to have four cocks that dominate her - my Master said.

We kept going up until we reached the second floor. There were only a couple of rooms and a small shower room. They had everything very well thought out. On that floor it would be me, the rooms of the cocks on the floor below and on the lowest floor the dining room and the kitchen. My Master left my backpack on the floor, took off my leash, and said before going down:

- Stay here quietly until you are claimed, slut.

Then I could rest for a while, lying on the bed. I looked at my phone for a bit and then tried to read. I had brought a book. But I was too horny to concentrate much. After about an hour or a little more my Master wrote to me:

- You are going down to the dining room right now and you are going to walk around on all fours like a good bitch. You're late, slut!!

Damn, I got wet instantly and didn't waste time going down. I arrived in the dining room and Black Dick said:

- Look!! Look who's here!!

Upon hearing that, I stood still and my Master said:

- Has someone told you to stop, you piece of slut?

Quickly I started walking again like a good bitch and Pollón Cañero said:

- That's right, make it work, make it earn it. Walk around the whole room and also the kitchen, bitch. Show what you are capable of so a cock can touch you.

They had decided to make it difficult for me and that made me even more excited. Having to submit and humiliate myself more to receive something in return accentuated even more my condition. It was wonderful. I kept walking through the dining room and the kitchen. Occasionally they would order me something:

- Well arched, slut.

- Sniff that corner by lowering your head to the ground, bitch.

I passed by them, sitting on the sofa, well arched and proud. Pollón Cañero got up, stood next to me, grabbed me by the hair and said:

- You like to tease the males, don't you, slut? You enjoy exhibiting yourself in front of them like a convinced whore. Well, let's see you here humiliated, slut. And wait for us to deign to pay attention.

I stood before them, on all fours and lowering my head completely to the ground, to leave my ass well upright. They had decided to make it very difficult for me. They had me like that for a while. At least 10 minutes. I relaxed and lowered my ass, my Master said:

- Ass well raised, slut!!!! 2 more minutes waiting. I'm setting the stopwatch, bitch.

I raised my ass again and started to move it slightly swaying from side to side. Seeing that, Black Dick said:

- Yes, very good, horny bitch. Exhibiting yourself.

At that moment Pollón Cañero said:

- Shall we take some photos with the trophy whore, right?

- Yes, of course, it's awesome!! - said my Master.

My Master stood next to me, putting his sole on my buttock and Pollón Cañero put his sole on my other buttock. I was there as if I were a hunting trophy, with my ass towards whoever was going to take the photo. My Master said to Black Dick:

- Here, Black, take a picture with my phone.

Black Dick took the phone to take the picture.

- Come on, let's have a laugh. It's fucking great.

I felt how my Master and Pollón Cañero posed while I was under their soles and Black Dick took photos. I listened to how they spoke to each other:

- Am I looking good?

- You look great with the slut right there.

My Master told Black Dick and Sweet Cream to take their place to have their photos taken. So they repeated the session with the two of them. After that, Pollón Cañero had another idea to humiliate me further. He pulled the leash so I would stand up and stay on my knees. He took out his cock and balls and placed them on top of my head and said:

- Let's take a photo facing this slut but without showing her face because it's covered in cocks and balls.

- Great!!! - said my Master.

And they did. One took photos. Another stood behind me and placed his cock and balls on my forehead. Another placed his balls and cock on the right side of my face. And another on the left. At that point I thought they would start giving me cock but it turned out they didn't. They saved them again and sat on the sofa. Then my Master said:

- Now you will demonstrate submission to each cock, bitch. For each male that calls you, you will approach and stay well bent and prostrated at their feet. Understood, slut?

And so he named each of the cocks and I approached their feet as they confirmed my condition with appropriate comments.

- That's it, crawl for a cock, slut.

- For a cock to touch her, she humbles herself gladly, the damn slut.

- You see, I haven't seen a bitch like her.

After that, they went to the table to have dinner and put next to the table on the floor a bowl with water and another with cereal so I could eat something on all fours next to the table. It was great to be able to eat by their side like a bitch. When I had eaten some of the cereal, Sweet Cream said:

- Aren't those cereals a bit dry for the exquisite palate of the slut?

- You're absolutely right - said Pollón Cañero as he stood up.

He pulled out his cock. He took the bowl from the ground, sprinkled the cereals with a good stream of his pee, put it back on the ground, and said;

- Cereals with turnip liquor. Now much better, right pig? If you like it, move your ass.

And of course, I moved my raised ass while my face was in the bowl, enjoying that delight. Seeing how I moved my ass, the males laughed and Black Dick said:

- Really, she couldn't be more of a slut.

Once I finished the bowl and the males finished their dinner, they took me back to the sofa area by pulling the leash, and once there my Master stood up:

- This weekend the slut will have a great privilege. She will do a turnip liquor tasting. Today she will taste two and tomorrow two more. The goal is for her to rate each liquor from 1 to 5 based on its flow, strength, dosage, and residual flavor.

The males already knew that I only tasted clean and transparent pee, so before the weekend my Master proposed this game to me. I had to assess how much pee came out in the stream (the flow). The higher the stream, the higher the score. How powerful the stream was. The stronger the stream, the higher the score. A stream with more force allows for drinking from a farther distance. I also had to assess the dosage, which means giving the pee in short bursts, giving and stopping, without hurrying. The better the dosage, the higher the score. And finally, I had to assess the residual flavor. With each sip, a good pig goes over the male’s cock, cleaning the last drops. Here I had to assess the turnip flavor combined with those drops. It was subjective. If it tasted better to me, higher rating. My Master also explained what the male whose liquor scored best would get.

- The male that provides the liquor that gets the highest score will have a privilege. He can claim the slut to give her a drink at any time. It doesn't matter if she is sucking, serving another male, about to receive cum or whatever. Simply by saying "premium liquor" the pig will interrupt whatever she is doing and immediately go to the male's cock opening her mouth. This privilege will remain until there is another tasting with a score someday.

The fun of this privilege was precisely being able to use it when I was attending another cock to mess with that male and have him go harder when I had to return after finishing tasting the premium liquor.

Sweet Cream stood up and said:

- I think I'm first!

The other males applauded and made sounds of approval and celebration. I already saw that this was going to become a new and wonderful humiliation. Sweet Cream was in front of me and unzipped his pants. He took out his semi-hard cock. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.

- Look, look, what a thirst the pig has!!! - Pollón Cañero shouted.

Sweet Cream released a first spray, with little flow and little force, so I had to get closer so nothing would fall and I swallowed.

- Well seen, slut!! - said my Master.

The second spray had much more flow and more force. So much that it reached my throat and I couldn't even taste it. The other males applauded amid laughter.

- Bravo!!! This is how it's done!!! Choking the bitch!!! - Black Dick shouted.

It was clear they were having a great time. What a great honor it was for me. What a great honor it was to be watched while savoring that delicious liquor. To hear their laughter and applause and how they cheered Sweet Cream with each sip he gave me. And how they made me feel like a big slut by saying things like:

- How good is it, huh, slut?

- Mmmmm you love turnip liquor, huh, bitch?

- The harvest this year is good, right pig?

- You were thirsty, weren't you, pig?

- Don't forget to rate the liquor later with your whore palate.

I was there sip after sip, swallowing, cleaning, and going back over the head after each spray so as not to lose a drop and be able to assess the residual flavor. When Sweet Cream finished he put away his cock and zipped up his pants amid applause from the others. That's another thing I've always loved. That they unzip their pants, use my mouth to unload, and zip up as normal again. Because that's normal.

After finishing the tasting the next day, I had all the liquors as a reference and finally ended up giving Sweet Cream a 3 in flow, a 5 in strength, a 5 in dosage, and a 4 in residual flavor. A total of 3.75. And I thought of adding a comment about each liquor. This was: A liquor to savor without haste, a mild touch of salt, flavor that lingers on the palate.

The second tasting of the day was Black Dick's. It was completely different. As soon as he took it out, he released a huge jet with a lot of force, which sparked even more laughter, applause, and cheers. I had to swallow quickly if I did not want to waste anything, leading to more comments for my grateful ears:

- Look, look how the pig gets desperate to gulp down quickly without dropping anything hahahahahahaha

- Give it to her, give her more, Black hahahahahaha

- How eagerly you swallow liquor, huh bitch?

I had almost no time to breathe between sip and sip. I had to be a great pig swallowing fast to quickly open my mouth again and swallow. It was hard to keep up. I didn't even have time to review the head and taste the residual flavor. Black Dick took much less time to give me liquor. When he finished he also put away his cock and zipped up to applause from the others.

I gave Black Dick a 5 for flow, a 5 for strength, a 3 for dosage, and a 2 for residual flavor because I could hardly taste it. Also a 3.75 in total. The comment I came up with for this liquor was: An explosive and overwhelming liquor, for moments of party and fun.

After the two liquor tastings, my Master proposed a game:

- Now I will blindfold the pig. And she will stay here on her knees waiting like a good bitch. She will suck each cock one by one, one after another. After sucking cock for a while, we will tell her our four nicknames. She will have to move her ass when we say the name of the cock she thinks she is sucking. If she gets it right, as a prize she will have turnip cream in her mouth. If she gets it wrong, that cream will go to her hair, and we will clean our cock on it, and she won't be able to taste it.

And that's how they did it. I guessed right with my Master and Black Dick. I mistook the other two. When I guessed, the males celebrated:

- Good slut!!!! Delicious cream.

- How nice, huh slut? Yummy yummy good milk.

And when I failed, the males enjoyed humiliating me:

- Oooohhh what a shame!!! The slut will stay hungry. But you'll get some good hair gel hahahahahahaha

- You'll look very pretty with cum in your hair, pig.

And when all was done I was taken with my collar and leash on all fours to my room, receiving one last compliment:

- Rest, whore, you have two more days of work ahead.

- There's no doubt you were born to be a whore and happy to be one.

When I got to my room I masturbated alone to cum and be relieved for the next day. A good whore cums before or after serving, to focus all the attention on the male's cocks. I still remember the first time years ago I emptied a cock without cumming myself. I remember feeling a huge satisfaction for achieving it. And I understood that that's what a real slut does, to serve the males, not herself, and do it convinced.

This was how Friday ended. There were still two more days serving those wonderful four cocks.