By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 46 - Second Shower For The Day

I was thankful for a bit of time alone in the office and made sure I had all the paper work ready for the new slaves Mr. West said would be arriving sometime this morning. I'd no sooner gotten the folders and forms laid out on the desk when I heard a truck outside backing up into the driveway. A moment later the doorbell rang and I went to answer it.

"I'm Hugh Jorgan," a business suited man stood in the doorway smiling at me. "From TTC ... I have a delivery for Mr. West?"

"Oh, yes. He's been expecting it ... them," I corrected myself when I noticed six girls being marched from the back of a large van.

"Good," the man said. "Well?"

I was momentarily confused but then realized he was expecting me to bring Mr. West to the door. "Mr. West is busy with something right now," I said. "He has instructed me to process them. This way, please."

The business man followed me and the six girls, each paired on leashes and led by three large, muscled men, followed Mr. Jorgan. I led them into the office and invited Mr. Jorgan to sit opposite while I busied myself with the paperwork. I called each girl in turn; three redheads named Lucy, Cathy and Angie; two brunettes (Maria and Marcie, who looked like twins but weren't) and a blonde girl who looked like the embodiment of a Barbie doll whose name, ironically, was Barbie. "She had to have made that up," I thought to myself as I wrote her name in the space provided on the form.

After all the necessary paperwork was complete, I handed each girl a small, plastic specimen jar with the instruction to pee into them. All seemed comfortable with the idea and, judging by the business-like manner in which they went about filling their jars, had experience of the routine. After returning their specimens to me, I labeled them with stickers I had prepared while they were peeing and then told the girls to place their jars in the 'black fridge' against the wall on the other side of the room.

It wasn't necessary to have the girls undress as they had arrived naked and barefoot, but I did collar each with one of the black snuff devices after which the men handling them released them into my care and I escorted them into the new slave room. There, I chained the ankles of each and left them to return to finish the receipting business with Mr. Jorgan.

Mr. Jorgan was standing in the middle of the office when I returned and he smiled at my entrance.

"There's some cameras as well," he said, and I'll leave the boys here to set them up after I leave.

I nodded absently and signed a receipt docket for Mr. Jorgan. He folded it an put it into the breast pocket of his suit and then gave me a weird look.

"Well?" he asked.

"Um, well?" I responded. I tried to think if there was anything I had forgotten.

"It's customary for secretaries acting on behalf of their owners to finish business transactions with me by sucking my cock."

He already had unzipped and now waved his erect cock for me to see.

I was unsure of whether or not this was some trick designed to get me into trouble with Mr. West, but I dared not disturb him and whatever he was doing with Sonya so I obediently kneeled at Mr. Jorgan's feet and took his stiff cock deep into my mouth.

"Don't use your hands," he said sternly. "Put them behind your back."

I did as I was told and then watched as the man slowly masturbated himself while I held the tip of his cock in my mouth. The other three men stood to one side and they all had their cocks out in their hands as they watched.

Mr. Jorgan's hand rapidly went to work on his cock. "I've had my eye on you," he mumbled. "I've seen you," he said in a knowing kind of way.

I blushed and just stared up at him, aware that his cock would cum in my mouth at any moment.

"That's it, slut. Get that tongue of yours busy on my cock!"

I had to suck hard just to stop his cock slipping out of my mouth. The distinctive and salty taste of his pre-cum was already on my taste buds. The other three men who delivered Mr. West's new slaves were now standing in a semi-circle around me and masturbating as furiously as Mr. Jorgan.

"Smile for the camera!" Mr. Jorgan said, drawing my attention to the camera in the ceiling directly above.

I raised my eyes up and stared into it. His cock spurted a large glob of his spunk to the back of my throat, and I swallowed before a second, third and fourth burst of ejaculate came in quick succession. I glanced at one of the other cocks hovering near, just in time to see a blinding flash of something - his cum, shot forth in a jet of goo that covered my forehead and side of my face. The other cocks also began erupting and showering my face and head with cum until I was drenched in the warm muck.

Mr. Jorgan then withdrew his cock and wiped it in my hair before returning it to his trousers. He said he'd let himself out and told me to remain kneeing and covered in their jism until after I heard them leave the house.