He pulls out and lets someone else have a turn

All of a sudden, I feel the man pull out of me. Rope after rope of his seed lands right on my rump, coating it. Hopefully that's the only place he's cum, as I don't think I have the time to change clothes. Especially if he's going to keep his hand over my mouth. Is he really ready for a second round? Or has someone else seen me?

Footsteps address my suspicions, and the two hands that grip my waist confirm them. The hand is removed from my mouth, freeing my head, but I don't dare look back. Not that there's any point. I'm at the mercy of another stranger, their length pressing against my lovelips. To my relief, they don't waste any time and slide inside of me.

A gasp escapes my mouth, possibly announcing what is about to happen to anyone that's around. Despite my vocal slip, I try my best to remain quiet. I might have time for one or two men, but any more, and I'm going to be well and truly late for work. That is, if they don't make a mess of me, which has already happened considering the cum that's coated my ass. Maybe I should just give in to my hedonistic side and let everyone here use me. I'm sure there's some excuse I could make to get out of work. I could say I came down with food poisoning or that I slipped and hurt myself.

I have to admit, this stranger isn't making silence easy. Not with the vigor they thrust with, or the way he's sniping my spot. It's almost like this stranger knows me all too well. Maybe they do know me, and have just decided to not announce themselves. Whatever the case, I try my best, cupping my mouth as I endure as much as I indulge.

Someone decides that I need further help, pulling my hand away from my mouth so they could prod their cock against my lips. With no other option, I drop my draw and swallow their rather girthy cock. The two begin to seesaw, using my body for their needs. That's why I'm here now. I've become the main attraction of the gallery. I have no doubt people can hear the noise of flesh pounding against flesh, or that I have eyes, or even cameras glued to me as I'm ravaged.

I soon feel another orgasm approaching. A reminder of why I decided to give in and do something so stupid in the first place. My knuckles turn white. My legs tremble. And then it hits. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over my body as I tremble, my moans muffled somewhat by the cock in my mouth. Still, I'm sure my moment of bliss has numerous witnesses at this point.

After my orgasm, the man behind me pulls out, his seed making more of a mess of my ass. That left me with one last cock to take care of. The one that is currently ravaging my throat. The longer it takes for him to cum, the more likely I'm going to attract more attention.

Then again, maybe that's not a bad thing.