After dinner special

You should really get back to the office and give Jeremy what he wants. You'll have to deal with him eventually, might as well get it over with, right? After everything he's already done today, you shudder to think how he'll react if you ignore his explicit command to go back to the office and be nice to him.

"C'mon girl, what's the holdup? You shy or something?"

The cocky voice of the man in the backwards cap pulls your attention out to the crowded dining area, and thoughts of Jeremy fade into the background. There are so many men out there, and every single one of them is staring at you with hunger in their eyes. You start to feel hot as you recall the crude things they said to you when you were preparing their food. They weren't being serious, right? They're not actually going to do all those things to you, in public?

You certainly don't want them to do that, right?

Breaths heavy, pussy throbbing, you try to push those thoughts out of your mind. One of your customers asked for some service, so you should really go out and give it to him. Besides, anything is better than being shut up in that cramped office with Jeremy. Before you realize what you're doing, you step out into the dining area and start to make your way to the man with the backwards cap, who's watching you with a smug grin on his face.

He's a few tables away from where you are, and you need to walk past a number of other customers to get to him. The very first one you pass gives you a sharp smack on your behind, making you yelp in surprise. "Thanks for the food, sweetcheeks." You gape at him, unable to think of a response. "You want another, sweetie?"

You quickly walk away, before your inner response of yes, please can find your voice. Your heart pounds in your chest as the tingle on your ass starts to blend with the throbbing in your pussy. You should really turn around and tell that guy off, but before you can, someone else calls out "That was a great dinner show, sandwich girl, what's for dessert?"

Spinning around to try to see who said that, seeing nothing but laughing and leering faces, you feel another man pinch your ass, and then someone else give you another smack. "Hey! C-cut that out! W-what the fuck are you doing?" You desperately try to summon the same confident resistance you gave to Don back on the bus, but the tremble in your voice betrays how much you're loving the harassment. I... I don't understand...

A tall man with a denim jacket and a grizzled face stands up. "Hey now, missy, you better watch your language around payin' customers." Before you can react, he grabs both your arms and pulls them behind your back.

"Ow! Hey! Let go!" Your breaths are shallow as you see more men stand up. Unable to struggle free, the thought of being helpless to stop whatever these men want to do is making your clit buzz. There's so many of them...

"Now then, missy, why don't you show us a little more of what you gave us back behind the counter?" When you hesitate in confusion, the man holding your arms in a painful grip roughly shakes you back and forth, making your breasts sway in your bra.

More men are standing now, and some of them are grabbing at their crotch. Your eyes dart around the room. They're all watching me. What if they...

"C'mon now, we've seen that already! I want a better view!" One of the men in front of you suddenly reaches out and pulls your bra down in a rough motion.

You look down in shock at your bare tits, and the sight of your own rock-hard nipples sends a wave of confusion through you. Why... why am I... do I like this? Looking up again, seeing every eye in the room locked onto your bare chest, you feel the heat in your pussy flare, burning your doubts away. I... I do like this.

What the fuck?

The man behind you squeezes your arms, digging his nails into your skin. "Let's have that show now, missy."

Before he can shake you again, before you even have time to process what he said, you twist your torso back and forth, letting all these men see your young breasts jiggle and bounce. The way all the men are staring at your display, rubbing at their bulges, licking their lips, is making the heat from your pussy spread through your whole body. You all like it too, huh?

Suddenly, there are hands on your breasts, grabbing, squeezing, pulling and pinching at your nipples. "Ah! AH! Ahhhnnnnnnn..." Your attackers laugh at the clear arousal in your cries. You can't hide it anymore. Panting and trembling, you just want them to keep going. More, more, yes, harder!

The next thing you know, the man holding your arms pushes you forward, and you're facing the man with the backwards cap. He's leaning back in his chair, and he gestures to the half-eaten sandwich on the table between you. "About time, sandwich girl. Been having some trouble with this, and I was hoping you could demonstrate the proper technique for me." He slowly unzips his pants. You can't take your eyes off his crotch. "Of course, it wouldn't be hygienic for you to eat my food." He pulls out his stiff cock, and your knees start to tremble. "So why don't you use this, instead?"

With that, the man behind you shoves, and with a yelp of helpless surprise you're bent over across the small table. The sight and smell of the hard cock fills your mind, and before you can think your mouth is open and your tongue is reaching out. You realize every man in the room is about to watch you take a stranger's dick in your mouth, and the thought makes you moan.

"That's right, sandwich girl, say 'ahh'." Backwards cap places one hand on the back of your head and uses the other to guide his cock into your waiting mouth.

You start to suck eagerly, running your tongue around the head as you bob up and down. Rough hands pull at your pants, jerking them down over your hips. Your squeal of surprise turns into a groan of pleasure as the hands roam over your backside, pinching, squeezing, pushing under your panties and over your soaking pussy. Oh god oh fuck there's too many this is too much.

Your arms are no longer being held, but you're not doing anything to stop what's happening to you. Instead, your hands are braced against the table, allowing you to service the cock in your mouth in spite of the rough treatment the men are giving to your backside. Smacks, pinches, rough fingers on your slick and sensitive clit, it's all more than you can handle. Unable to process the overwhelming sensations, your mind desperately tries to focus on the blowjob.

"Damn, sandwich girl, you really know how to give great service." Backwards cap uses his hand to guide your head as it bobs up and down on his dick. "Look at me, lemme see how much you're loving all this."

You look up at his smug grin as you suck on his cockhead. He's right, you are loving this, all of it, and you know that fact is written all over your face. After spending so long fighting, pushing back against the demeaning treatment of men like this, giving in is... a relief. Fingers finally push inside your hot pussy and tight asshole, making you moan around the dick in your mouth. You start to suck harder, bob up and down faster, your eyes pleading for... something.

"Mmmmm that's right, sandwich girl, you want something to swallow, don't ya?"

You shudder as more fingers are pressed inside your receptive body. Please just give it to me I want it I want all of it. You do your best to nod with your mouth stuffed full of cock.

"Say 'please come in my mouth, sir.'"

The condescending confidence in his voice makes your pussy gush around the invading fingers. "Hmmn hmm mnh mh mmmh, hmm."

The surrounding men all laugh, and backwards cap tightens his grip on your head and starts to thrust into your mouth. "Didn't anyone teach you not to talk with your mouth full, sandwich girl?"

You can't take it. The way he's treating you like a lowly service employee even as you eagerly suck on his hard cock. The feeling of the men behind you playing with your ass and pussy. The thought of how you look, bent over the table with your shirt off and pants pulled down. Your knees start to shake and a whining moan is muffled by the meat in your mouth. Backwards cap lets out a grunting sigh and pushes your head down, forcing his cock partly into your throat. Cum spills down your gullet as your pussy squirts around the fingers still insistently filling and stretching it. Instead of being embarrassed, knowing all these men are seeing you in this pathetic condition just pushes you farther into your depraved orgasm.

Backwards cap pulls you off his cock by your hair and forces you to look at him. "Not bad, sandwich girl. Now say 'thank you, sir.'"

Panting heavily, cum dribbling from the corner of your mouth, the words "Th-thank you, sir" seem to come out on their own. You're beyond understanding, beyond caring. The orgasm that's still shuddering its way through your system has obliterated your resistance. Now you just want more.

Backwards cap smiles down at you and twists his hand in your hair. "Such polite service. There's more where that came from, right, sandwich girl?"

The thoughts come on their own. There's more there's so much more don't stop taking it. Afraid to say anything else, you nod.

Backwards cap chuckles and strokes your hair. "Whaddya say, boys? Ready to show this girl how worked up she made us with her little dinner show?"

The men aren't laughing now. The invading fingers withdraw from your clutching holes, making you whine with need. That whine turns into a yelp as rough hands suddenly pull your pants and panties down, ripping them off your legs. Someone grabs your arms, pulling you upright and spinning you around to face him. It's the man with the denim jacket again, his grizzled face close enough to yours that you can smell the nicotine on his breath.

"Alright, missy, you ready to give me my money's worth?" His eyes flick down, and you follow his gaze to see his hard cock sticking out from the front of his jeans.

You shudder and moan. You're ready to give this man – all these men – everything. Now that you've stopped resisting, each further act of submission makes the fire inside burn hotter and hotter. You can hardly think anymore; you're going on pure instinct. And your instinct is telling you to let these men do whatever they want to you. Your instinct is telling you your pussy needs that big cock inside it. Your instinct is telling you there's no going back now.

Do you even want to go back?

Looking back up into denim jacket's icy blue eyes, you somehow find your voice. "Y-yes, sir. P-please... ah!"

Before you can finish, he grabs you around the backs of your bare thighs and lifts you up. You throw your arms around his neck to keep from falling, panting and moaning as you feel the tip of his dick rubbing against your dripping entrance. Slowly, unstoppably, he lowers you down, his hardness filling you, stretching you, drawing a **** groan of need from deep inside you. Oh my god please yes take my pussy take it take it take meeeeee.

He rests a moment once he's fully inside you, and then uses his strong hands to lift you, just a little, before letting your weight drop you right back down on his cock. He gets into a steady rhythm, his grunts of effort completely drowned out by your cries of helpless pleasure. You don't know what feels better: the cock stretching your insides, or the knowledge that you're being watched by dozens of leering men as you give your pussy to a total stranger.

Someone calls out behind you. "Hey, what are we waiting for? Let's make a sandwich outta the sandwich girl! Grab that bottle of olive oil!" Your audience laughs, even denim jacket chuckles as he stops moving you and waits, his hardness buried all the way inside you. His hands move from your thighs up to your ass and pull, stretching your cheeks wide. You pant, your arms tight around his neck and your face buried in his shoulder. What are they going to do to me now?

You don't have to wait long to find out. Your eyes shoot open as you feel an oily cockhead rub against your puckered asshole. Before you can do anything, say anything, the man behind you pushes inside, stretching you painfully around his slick hardness. A guttural groan emanates from deep inside you as you're filled completely, both holes stretched around hard dicks, the heat inside just continuing to grow. God yes FUCK yes keep taking me don't stop don't let me resist.

The men start moving, awkwardly at first, but soon finding a rhythm that works for them, and holy shit does it work for you. You've never taken a cock in your ass before, much less had both your holes filled at once, and the sensation is completely overwhelming. You can feel another orgasm building, stronger this time, your moans becoming louder and sharper as the men fucking you pick up the pace. It all feels so amazing. Why did you ever want to resist men like this?

As the orgasm comes near, making your holes squeeze around the meat inside, you lift your head to look around. All the surrounding men are stroking their own hard cocks, watching you as you're fucked silly. Against the far wall, you see Jeremy, a scowl on his face as he angrily wanks himself. That's right, boss, you like what you see? They all like it. They like it when I give them what they want. And... you shudder, your eyes rolling back in your head as the orgasm crashes into you. I like it, too. I fucking love it!

You giggle and squeal as the men fucking you join in your climax. Their dicks throb as they shoot hot cum deep inside both your holes, and you just want more, more! Years of bitter resistance against creepy assholes constantly flirting, harassing, pushing you to give in to their basest desires, all seems so pointless now. If only you'd known how much you love being the center of attention, being taken, being filled, being used to satisfy the desires of any man who lays eyes on you.

The cocks are finally pulled from inside you, and you're dropped down on one of the tables. Moaning, writhing, your legs hanging off the end as your hands run up and down your body, urging these men to take even more of you. Jeremy stands over you, his face twisted in effort as he wanks his dick.

"Nice job, dummy!" Whatever else he was going to say devolves into grunts as he shoots his stinking jizz over your face. Some of the men join him, spilling their hot cum all over your body even as the loads inside you leak out of your well-fucked pussy and ass. You glory in the feeling of being a receptacle for these men's desires. This is what I am, guys. I'm all yours.

Take me.

And that's exactly what they do.