Hell yeah!

"Course you can join," the guys are told by the one you're blowing.

The panicky thought of being gang banged in this dirty little laundromat is the final straw, and even with a dick plugged balls deep your cry echoes in the room. Your little body thrashes, and you slide from you precarious perch, your poor squashed clit filling with pain and pleasure as you slide off the dryer.

The square edge of the machine plunges between your lips like a dick for a moment before hitting the end of your opening, sending another surge of pain through your body before you fall the rest of the way to the ground, landing almost in the splits position.

"See what a slut she is?" someone says as you convulse through the remains of your orgasm. Your final cries are unmuffled as the dick pulls out of your mouth and spits ropes of cum into the mess already adorning your face.

"Here, fuck her against the window," the guys are told, and a hand grabs your hair, pulling you bonelessly across the floor. Before you start to get your legs under you they lift you up, your scalp screaming as it bears your weight. Before your feet can plant themselves they are kicked apart and a you feel the familiar sensation of a penis prodding at your pussy.

"Fuck yeah, she so wet and eager there's almost no resistance!" the guy exclaims, sinking easily into your slick depths.

Without finesse or bothering to pleasure you he fucks in and out, going balls deep on his second thrust and every one thereafter. Being taller than you means that your feet never touch the ground. With one hand in your hair and the other crushing your breasts, only they and his dick keep you upright, your face pressed against the front window.

Half-lidded eyes stare out at the darkened streets, a small crowd of guys staring back at you with open lust as your pussy is filled with cock. You hardly even realize the first guy has started splattering your insides with cum, and moan in complaint as he pulls out.

Briefly your feet touch the floor before someone else lifts you up, this time using your waist and spreading your legs wide as he plunges eagerly into you.

Your hands move up of their own volition, spreading against the glass like your breasts and face as you stare out at the horny men. Your pussy starts to spasm and your hands move to your breasts, squeezing them the same way the boys would as you fall over the edge of orgasm.

Laughing boys switch places, keeping your cum-smeared face pressed up against the glass as cars and pedestrians go past. Sometimes these witnesses to your debauchery speed on by, but more-often they slow, staring as they pass. A few stop, joining those already there for their chance as the train continues endlessly.

You've lost track of how many you've had, just like you'd stopped counting the number of guys to take you. The dryer no longer runs, the clothes long dried and removed. Hands are crushing your poor tits, using them to lift you up and down as yet another thick dick smashes its way in and out of your clenching butt.

You stare at the glass, now a mess, covered in smears of cum and make-up, just like your face. In spite of the burning friction of your over-stretched butthole you feel an orgasm approaching. At the same time your eyes focus, seeing beyond the crowd of guys watching you like their own personal porno.

Trying to focus lessens the pleasure, making the fucking of your raw hole verge on painful, but your eyes are drawn to a familiar figure approaching the cross-walk in front of the store. Pressed up against the brightly lit window of the laundromat you finally realize in horror that you know the person rapidly approaching you.

It's...