A lot of low status work for one of them

Trying to rush in first was a bad idea.

Angela tiredly mused as the men around her continued to contentedly use her. Though she had believed a quick start would let her take an early lead, her ignorance of the mall’s layout left her unaware of the tremendous mistake she had just made. Rather than taking a blistering lead, Angela had rounded the corner and instead found herself—a gorgeous, busty blonde with just a few skimpy strings for clothing—as the lone target of a stereotypical gathering of unattended male companions waiting for someone outside a lingerie store. Before she could make it out of earshot, one of the men had barked out a command to come over and suck him dry while he waited, leading to her current predicament.

After the first cock had lodged itself firmly down her throat, Ange had been picked up and laid on her back over a nearby bench. Now, her mouth, hands, breasts, and thighs were completely occupied by men happily thrusting away at their own pace. She was sure this couldn’t take that long, but as the first man emptied a load down her throat, leaving her a coughing mess desperately trying to swallow down the mess, the moment he stepped back a new cock shoved its way into her field of view. From her position on her back and with the struggle of getting the first load down, she didn’t even have time to see the person’s face; her whole field of view was just a cock and dark blue jeans.

“Keep sucking, bitch.”

CLICK

She opened her mouth again and gagged as the new dick **** its way past her lips and as deep into her throat as it could reach.

This is turning out to be a pretty bad day…

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“Jesus.” Jennifer quietly murmured from around the corner. Though Angela obviously couldn’t see it as a cock-stuffed, upside down cum-receptacle, there really was a huge line forming to use her. Even a few men from the neighboring stores were starting to come out to enjoy the beautiful prize that the first few bystanders had snagged.

“Glad we held back…” Mary whispered in agreement.

“How do we get around that?” Lacey mused.

“No fucking clue.” Jennifer admitted before continuing, “That’s probably part of the challenge too. We just didn’t realize it at the time.” Mary shook her head. She did not want that to happen to her. Although she wasn’t a prude with her husband—he often fondly called her his “private slut” as part of their post-coital pillow talk, which always made her feel oddly satisfied—she was not interested in having any other sexual partners. In that respect, Mary thought she and Angela were probably the same. Her chest felt heavier for a moment thinking about how a simple matter of biology was all that separated the two of them from having those hopes realized.

“Well, I have an idea.” Lacey said with a grin. She stood with her hands on her hips as she brushed her hair off to the side.

“We’re all ears.” Jen replied instantly.

“If we go out there, we’re toast, right? We’d definitely get shouted down before we could run past the crowd. It looks like there’s a service door a lot closer though. If there’s nobody in that corridor, we could probably make it through there and then into a store further down or something.”

Jen and Mary's eyes followed Lacey’s line of sight. The door was much closer, maybe fifteen or twenty feet away on the far wall from their hiding place around the corner. Jen guessed they would have to clear at least double that to get away from the growing crowd around Angela, while the crowd-fearing Mary immediately wrote off the idea of ever escaping their attention as impossible.

“I’m in.” Mary replied.

Jen stood silent for a moment, contemplating her options as the sounds of slapping flesh and Angela’s gulps, gags, and groans seemed to drift around the corner and up into their ears.

Jen agreed. “Well, I’m not letting that happen to me. I guess it’s worth a try.”

Lacey nodded back. “If the door is locked, we’re fucked. But I think that’s worth the risk.”

The girls seemed to take a deep breath together. Jen smiled, sinking into a running posture. “On the count of three then."

“1…”

The other two readied themselves as well. Mary felt especially unsteady in her heels, but she knew she had to make this count.

“2…”

Adrenaline started kicking in. If they didn’t make this, Angela wouldn’t be the only one stuck on her back in the walkway.

“3!”

The sprint began.