Cock drunk

As the next man shoves himself inside your ass, you begin to lose track of things. You do not know if it is the ****, the fucking, or both, but it is getting harder and harder to keep a grasp on reality. Your entire world is pleasuring cocks. Nothing else seems to matter. The humiliation from being **** in front of a crowd has transformed into a need to obey. When voices tell you to pump your hands faster, you simply do it without resistance. When they tell you to shake your ass, you shake it like your life depends on it. And when they grope every part of your body you do not utter a word of complaint.

The dick in your mouth pulls out and, after a few strokes, paints your face a gooey white. You stick out your tongue to catch as much as possible, almost frantically licking up the cum. The men seem to enjoy the spectacle, rewarding you with a bottle of whiskey. You suck down the **** like it is mother's milk, despite the burning in your throat. If anything, the constant flow of cocks has suppressed your gag reflex and you are able to keep it down. They plug the hole for good measure, another thick member filling her mouth.

You begin to measure time in cocks instead of minutes. Two more cocks in your ass, one came inside, the other on your back. Four in your mouth, all depositing their cum in your stomach. Three in your left hand and two in your right. A few other mystery loads fall on your body, most likely from patrons pleasuring themselves to the erotic display. Part of you wonders, even hopes, that one of the orc brothers has taken a turn with you. Though, you suppose, you would probably have felt an orc cock smashing into you.

At some point you are pushed off the table and onto the ground. A man gets under you, positioning your willing body until you are riding him cowgirl. You absolutely do not have the energy to attempt such a feat, collapsing on top of him. The bastard does not seem to mind, though, grabbing your hips and bouncing you on his length. It os not long before your other two holes are filled, the triple penetration bringing you to a whole new level of sensation. The cocks thrust into your ass and pussy at the same time, stimulating them to the fullest. By this point you are both loose enough and numb enough that there is no pain, leaving just the unholy pleasure of being stuffed! Orgasm after orgasm rocks your body as you are utterly and completely used.

Your three holes are rotated throughout the tavern. You are fucked every way a woman can be fucked; over chairs, on the floor, upside down, on people's laps... all the while being kept drunk with an endless stream of booze. You think it will never end, your life becoming an endless stream of cocks requiring satisfaction. However, as it gets later the bar becomes less and less crowded. People go up to their rooms or back to their wives. The novelty of using your body also seems to be wearing off, especially since you stopped struggling. The last man of the night is fucking your tits, which you dutifully hold together. With a groan he cums all over your face, glob after glob of cum coating your already ruined face. Without a second word, he pulls up his pants and walks out the front door. The tavern is finally empty. You are done!

As you lay on the ground, dazed and drunk, a shadow obscures the candlelight. Huh, you think to yourself, wiping the cum off your eyes. I was sure that was all of them! Looking up, instead of a horny patron, you come face to face with Victor the bartender!