Now you look like a whore

Tiffany was no longer sure of anything.

Except that she needed to cum.

It was currently the single driving need of her existance.

She could actually feel herself, fractioning, dissociating.

It was almost like an out of body experience.

She saw herself thrashing like an animal, heard the animalistic noises coming from her throat around cock number six. The fact that 4 large men were keeping her pinned meant her fighting accomplished little.

Her current suitor is A large muscular black man. Tiffany knew from experience, you were just as likely to find both small and large dicks among any race.

This was one of the walking stereotypes of the world though and his foot long cock about 2/3rds of Tiffany's wrist (we checked) thick, caused a clear and present bulge in her neck.

The crowd cheered, some of the men started begrudgingly handing money to others.

Her self preservation instinct was using all available emergency power to point out to her that this chocolate Goliath was still grandstanding. He didn't seem to notice she was turning blue.

Another sweep of fingers along her clit rolled over like a wave of electricity.

Her pussy BURNED, her liquid arousal was truly flowing, her thighs glistened with it and it was beginning to pool in both her asshole and belly button. The smell permeated the room.

She heard Jeff's voice as though from far away.

"Her husband left 40 minutes ago. Odds are good he isn't on his plane yet. 40 minutes, from loving wife to feral slut. This has got to be some kind of record right?"

The crack of the riding crop against her clit once more marked her return to reality. Realistically she wished she hadn’t, reality was rather unpleasant at the moment.

It had to have been at least 2 minutes since the dark meat tube had plugged her esophagus.

Her eyes locked on Jeff, he had just spoken, he was staring straight at her. He had to know she was in eminent danger. He had to know her pussy was hot wet and **** for him. Well anyone really but he was part of eveRYONE WHAT IS HAPPENING JESUS FUCK OH GOD!!!!!!!

Absolute overwhelming desperation was consuming her.

Thats when the man finally looked down at her

"Oh shit, almost killed this bitch." He said rather nonchalantly.

"Still got like 2 inches outaide her though, gotta take care of that first." He grabbed her roughly by he tits and sides at the same tine, smushing them down into her chest. And with an allmighty thrust and pull, hilted, her throat bulging obscenely before he pulled out from her throat like Excalibur and he was gonna be the king of England.

Jeff had been number 1 and had blown his load on her clothes, number 2 through 5 had pumped their loads down her throat, number 6 made loads 2 through 5 erupt from her throat and all over her face and hair.

She had eaten nothing today, the only thing for her to bring up was the copious amount of saliva and cum we had **** down her throat.

She was no longer recognizable, her features heavily hidden under the thick white slop.

She gasped air violently, retched, and then gasped again.

Number 6 (im not wasting names on the literal nameless faceless goons) gave her a very generous 30 seconds of sucking air before he stepped back in and unceremoniously picked up where he left off. He had enjoyed the feeling of her convulsing throat on his huge shaft but he had only gotten 1 stroke of his throatfuck in.

A few hundred strokes later Tiffany was turning blue again, not that anyone could tell anymore.

The men who had lost the bet of the bulge seemed to be taking it out on her lower half.

The riding crop was used on her thighs in rapid succession, ending with another blow to her clit. wet sounds and jiggling skin. Her ass was little more then a uniform throb (pretty big uniform) so the heavy spanks bothered her more because of the thick fleshy smack then the actual impact.

What she hated the most was when the would reach in and press and rub her clit rapidly but for only a second or two.

"You know what, i usually go for skinny bitches but i guess every now and again you gotta throw a fatty a pity fuck!" Number 3 taunted. Everyone laughed.

Tiffany was sensitive about her weight. She knew things didnt hold themselves perfectly in place like a teenager anymore. Somewhere deep in he subconscious, she probably realizes that she sluts her way through life because getting fucked made her feel pretty.

She didn't feel very pretty right now.

But if it walks like a whore, talks like a whore, reacts to 20 minutes of edging and throatfucking by becoming painfully horny

It's a whore.