Give them the full course

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

You and Surge glance at each other and roll your eyes, sharing your exasperation with the men’s expectations. Yet, you’re both still Brooke’s sex workers for the night, so you brace yourselves before plunging your hips downwards, taking your clients to the hilt.

“*AHHHH!*” you both cry.

Both men grin, so you look away and grit your teeth to avoid any more accidental moans. Your goal is still to get your client off as quickly as possible, so you don’t waste any time riding his dick. You move your hips with speed and ****, but each thrust forces your pussy to deal with a hot, thick rod filling it up and making it even wetter. Your tits bounce around obscenely, quickly coming free from the bikini and making you look even more like a disheveled whore. You know you’re just turning yourself into exactly the eye candy he wants, but you can’t help it as long as you’re stuck as this guy’s personal prostitute. There’s no way to take his long cock without making your pale globes bounce around disgracefully. Your scowl softens as you continue throwing your hips down obediently…

Against your better judgment, your body starts moving in search of its own pleasure, rather than your client’s. With the right angle, and the right ****, you soon have a hard cock rubbing right up against your sensitive spots, and you grind your hips back and forth in order to keep it there. Fuck, why is your pussy so sensitive all the time!? Th-This is stupid, all you have to do is slow your hips down so you’re not being so overwhelmed by pleasure. You’re in control, you set the pace. So… why are you speeding up instead!? “*SO! AH! AH! AH! GOOD!*” you moan sweetly. Before you know it, one of your hands is cupping your tit in search of greater pleasure, and your other hand reaches out aimlessly and finds… someone else’s hand. It’s Surge’s.

Surge, the self-proclaimed lesbian, is in the same state as you. One of her hands is between her legs, rubbing her clit as she rapidly impales herself on her client’s thick cock. As she moans her heart out, nothing else could be on her mind except euphoria, and perhaps self-loathing for how much she’s enjoying her customer’s dick. She’s thrusting her hips down just as hard as you, making a sharp, wet slapping sound as her plush posterior absorbs the shock of her feverish cockriding.

Entwining your fingers with your prostitute partner’s just makes it feel all the more impossible to retake control of the situation. Both of you have fallen victim to your most base instincts as you hump away at these random strangers. Any pride, standards, or self-worth the two of you had is meaningless against the two hard shafts lodged inside your purchased pussies. Giving up on getting any control over your body, you instead searches for excuses. You two are only riding these men like cockhungry sluts because of… the music? The atmosphere? Because Brooke ordered you to? No, you’re doing it because of all the pussy juices you leak each time your cunt is stuffed to the brim with a huge, stiff rod. Surge is doing it because of the clit-stiffening pleasure she gets every time her tight tunnel is filled with the hottest, realest dick she’s ever felt. In other words, the reason you’re both acting like cockhungry sluts is because you’re cockhungry sluts!

You look at Surge and she returns your gaze, both of you feeling the same helplessness against your own slutty natures. “Surge…!” you cry.

“Emilia…!” she answers.

“*FUUUUCK! AHHHHhhhhh…*” you both howl. Orgasm overtakes you without remorse, granting the two of you the shameful pleasure you degraded yourselves in search of. Your intense convulsions make it plain for anyone watching that the couple of stripper sluts are, indeed, sluts. Even if your clients had any doubts, they find themselves in a unique position to verify your climaxes simply from the gracious contractions of your pussies, as though thanking the men’s cocks for doing absolutely nothing and still managing to make you both cum. Besides your spasms, though, you both lock up entirely, showing off your o-faces as the rest of the world seems to go in slow motion.

Your clients let out short laughs as they exchange high fives. The man whose dick you’re currently cumming on says, “Sure doesn’t hurt your self-esteem to know a hottie like that can’t even handle your dick on her own terms. I think it’s time these girls have their lesbian licenses revoked and start dating us instead!”

Surge’s client replies, “It’s like I said, they all lose to dick in the end. The bitchier they are, the harder they cum. You bitches ain’t done yet. Back to work!”

Both you and Surge receive swats to your slutty asses, prompting you to resume fucking your customers before you’ve even finished cumming. Having fallen all the way down the ranks of dignity to the bottom of whoredom, there’s no restraint left in either of your motions. You’re both just pleasure-seeking sluts, doing whatever feels best for your oversexed pussies despite hating the situation. Through a few more orgasms, and plenty more mockery for being pathetic prostitutes who can’t even ride dick for a couple minutes without “losing” to it, you finally coax the men to blow their loads. And of course, they paid extra to creampie you.

“WH- *AHHHH!*” you both cry, your pussies trembling in one last climax as the men spray paint your wombs with their massive loads. For the first time since you saw your client, the corners of your lips curl up in a tiny smile. Damn it, you can’t even pretend you don’t enjoy this! At least you’re doing better than Surge, whose eyes are rolled back as she grins from ear to ear. Guess she’s a “dick kinda girl” after all…

Once the men have emptied their balls into you and Surge, they dump your still-spasming bodies on the floor. They do a little more gloating, but you can’t really hear it over the sound of your inner monologue chastising you for how unladylike it is to lie on the floor of a strip club while slowly leaking semen.

“Thaaank youuuu…” Surge drones.

“Have a nice daaaaay…” you add.

Unconsciousness.