Better not get burned.

I'm wet again. The boys are admiring my body. Their bitch is wet again, but she hasn't washed away their traces yet. I ask for permission and go to the shower. My colleague joins. Will he fuck me again? No. Not yet. He orders me to open myself. I obediently spread my knees and part my cunt for his greedy gaze. Suck, comes the next order, and I, like the lowest whore, drop to my knees. Cock in my mouth, already hard and straight. A hand rests on the back of my head.

I take it deep, feeling myself get even wetter. I humbly ask to be fucked. I'm thrown against the wall. I brace my hands and forehead against the wet wall. They thrust into me from behind. I squeal — in the ass again. But it's good…

Whores get fucked in all sorts of ways, including like this.

Ah, teenagers have appeared. Will they share me? Who could have doubted it.

"Bring her here! The bitch is dripping wet, let's take her seriously!"

One lies right on the floor. I'm thrown onto him. I position his cock at my pussy. I don't lower myself onto it. Hands on my hips. Down. All the way to the balls. They push from behind. I lie with my tits on the youth's chest. Immediately a second cock in my ass. No tenderness. They fuck me as if I'm not a beauty, but a back-alley slut. Hair in a hand, they pull my hair back. I arch until my back cracks. A hard tip pokes at my lips. I open my mouth so they can shove their cock deep down my throat…

They cum. They all cum. Semen fills my mouth, shoots deep, deep inside my vagina, thrusts insistently in my ass. I can't scream anymore, I'm vibrating under the males, soaring to unreachable heights…

I get dressed, put on makeup. Before me is the same well-groomed, cold businesswoman, as if I hadn't just been fucked in every hole like the lowest whore.

No panties. We see the youths off. My tight skirt is hitched up, a hand wanders over my buttocks.

Want her mouth again?

Well, yes, of course, would they ever refuse? I get on my knees. I unzip their flies myself. I suck, closing my eyes. I try hard. They cum in my mouth one by one. I try to swallow so as not to ruin my makeup and especially my blouse.

Where to now?

We go to the car. We drive. The windows aren't tinted. People notice me. They even wink. If I'm ordered, I could end up under any one of you.

Maybe that's enough for today?

He smirks. A hand invades between my thighs, squeezing my lips authoritatively. I moan, watching as a guy in the next car looks at me. A male hand is brought to my lips. I hurriedly lick the fingers, glancing at the guy.

A similar office. Business attire. Jacket, tie. A gallant man. Pulls out a chair.

Who is she?

A whore. A whore and a cocksucker.

Astonished eyes. Want to fuck her? Come on, show your tits. I hurriedly carry out the order. I knead them in my palms, looking at the floor humiliated. Fingers on my nipples. M-m-m-m…

Suck!

I walk around the desk. Another zipper is undone. I'm not allowed to sit on his lap, I bend over. Cock in my mouth, my sex under my hitched-up skirt — exposed. That's it! Here we go!…

Author's e-mail: vеstа.sl@pоchtа.ru