So Much... So Much Cock...

Another cock. Now in the first hole. Or was it the second hole or does it even matter? Cocks in a never ending stream, a new one taking the place almost immediately once the other has left and do I start to recognize them? Are people coming back for seconds?

The thought builds the fire in my belly. The idea that I could be good enough that a man wouldn't just want me, anonymously, that he would be instantly hard and ready for another go.

It makes me squeeze my legs together, crushing and spasming my sex and wishing I had a third hand to satisfy myself while I satisfied them.

Because the men aren't the only ones with desperation here. I'm **** too, so eager to have something that I have had before but that just might be more powerful now. Wanting to have a climax of my own that will overtake me and needing it with every part of myself. Aching for it so much that it starts to hurt.

But I have a more pressing job. I make one cock cum and another takes its place. I feel the seed warming in my belly and I wonder how much I can swallow before it starts to show, before there is a bulge in me stomach that is visible to anyone. Do I have an endless space? Can I drink down enough of it that I will never need anymore?

I want to try. I want to know.

I move eager and then I move more. A cock on the right. A cock on the left. One that is short and one that is long and one that is thick and one that is thin and they're coming at me so fast. Some of them vicious and some of them gentle. Some of them so hesitant I wonder if they even know what they're doing, if they're even sure of it.

And I take them all on, truly I do. One after the other until I've lost count of them. My jaw aching and my knees raw and all of me shivering, my belly warm from the remains of their seed and my hands slick with spit and precum, my lips smiling after every single one of them finishes.

That smile doesn't last, though. Some of these men are so insistent that I can feel their frustration. Their grumbles resonating through the walls, their hands pushing **** for me to reach for them.

The door to this little booth stands behind me and I am so cockdrunk that half a dozen times I think it might open. One of them frustrated by the line that is surely out there and deciding to jump it, getting straight to the source or just getting a better look at me. Stepping in and leaving the door open as he approaches and grasps me, pulling me up and bending me over and...

And I think I want it. I think I want one of them to have his way. Pressing me up against the wall and pushing his way inside of me. His hands everywhere on my body as it all becomes a blur. As one after another steps in and fills the space until all anonymity falls by the wayside and they just take what they will from me.

Until I just give in.

It's all so overwhelming, fantasy and reality crashing in a cataclysmic explosion and the urgency of these men palpable. And I can't handle it. I don't want to stop but I can't take the thought of going on. I don't want this to end but I know it must.

So when the door clicks and swings open, I think I'm ready.

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