On your face, of course, followed by the next guy demanding his turn

Paul jerks his cock out of your sputtering mouth, leaving you no doubt as to what he's going to do. Like you've done so many times before you dutifully hold still as he jerks off, cum spurting from his dick onto your face like so many boys have done before.

"Fucking fantastic!" Don breathes.

You grimace, looking around for a towel, and notice the camera.

"Hey! You can't record this!"

"I already did," says Nathan.

"You can't keep that! Stop recording!" you protest, forgetting the mess on your face in your alarm.

"Relax, we'll erase it from the camera," George says, somewhat mollifying you.

What if Jacob were to get a hold of the camera and saw this footage? True, you weren't fucking, but he'd probably still be upset to see his girlfriend sucking off a stranger in front of a plate glass window...

Your eyes widen and you wheel around, staring at the window. Did anyone see? You're in plain site and there's a T-Intersection right outside facing the laundromat.

"Me next," Don says, stepping to where Paul was.

"Wait, what? I didn't say I'd do you too. I didn't say I'd do everyone!" you complain to Paul, who shrugs.

"Well damn, I guess she really is a cocktease, huh?" Nathan says.

"What kind of a mean bitch sucks off one guy in front of his buddies and then tells them to fuck off?" George lamented.

"Cold, girl, real cold," Paul says. Their fifth friend, Shawn, just shakes his head sadly.

"But... but I didn't say I would..." you protest in a feeble voice, already giving in to the idea that you owe them all.

As if seeing your capitulation Don grins, unzipping his pants and making a motion to his friends. A pair of hands encircle your waist, startling you and making you squawk as you feel them lift you up.

"Relax, girl, we're gonna make this fun for you is all." Don says, grinning as his hands clamp around your tiny wrists.

"What are you doing? Put me down!" you demand.

"Alright," Shawn says, and a gasp escapes you as he lowers you onto the corner of the vibrating washing machine. With your hands stretched out in front of you and your legs to either side your entire weight rests upon your pubic mouth.

"Now lean forward," Don tells you, adjusting his stool and hopping onto it. At some point you realize he'd freed his dick, which stands tall and eager in front of you.

"No, I'll fall!" you protest, forgetting the camera, the plate glass window facing the intersection outside, and the greasy proprietor as they lean you forward.

Without any say in the matter they guide your body forward. As your body tilts forward more and more of your weight comes to bear on your pussy, with your clit crushed beneath the rest of you upon the square corner of the rattling machine.

"I got your hands, just open your mouth," Don instructs.

Like a well trained slut your lips part on command before you can think about it and Don guides his dick into your mouth while stepping forward, pulling your hands around to his buttocks.

"There. Now you we can all have fun. You'll see," he assures you, and lets go of your hands while plunging his dick toward your throat while debating whether to grab your tits or your hair to help hold you up.