The usual

"Why the hell did you make me do that?" Emily asks angrily as she makes her way towards the poker table that the guys are all seated at.

"You know we can't help but get a teaser of that fine ass body of yours." One of them responds.

Emily can't help but smile and blush at the compliment as she approaches the table.

"Speaking of, that thing looks even better in person. Drop that coat and show us them goods." Another adds.

Emily does as they say, unable to hold back a smile as she undresses down to her leather harness and shows off her slutty outfit for them. Something about they way they talked about her body always turned her on. Whilst her boyfriend was all sweet, calling her pretty and beautiful, these men would objectify her in ways that would make a feminist cry. And yet, it was clear in her mind which set of compliments she preferred.

"Mmmm, that's one hell of a body hoe." One of them says.

"So why don't you come over here and ruin it." She responds.

All that interracial porn she had been watching had really seeped into the way she spoke. Her dirty talk certainly had improved since the first time she had met this group of men.

"Damn, someone's real horny." One man responds with a chuckle.

"I've been waiting for this all week." Emily answers.

It was true. These nights felt too far apart, being only weekly. Emily found herself desperately waiting to finally arrive every week now, often having to relieve herself in her car with her vibrator before and after work in order to make it through.

"What a needy whore." One man cruelly taunts.

"Unfortunately, we're right in the middle of a game right now, so you're just gonna have to wait." Another adds.

It seemed they knew they had the upper hand, aware of just how **** she was for them. Despite that, she wasn't quite sure what exactly they were gaining out of making her wait.

"Of course, you could always get under this table and prep us all with that pretty little mouth of yours." One of them says, immediately answering her question.

Whilst it meant she would have to wait a little while to finally have her holes filled, Emily had no issue sucking each of their cocks until they were hard enough to fuck her. She smiles as she takes a step towards the table, ready to take on a familiar duty of being their cocksucking whore.

"Uh uh uh, what did we teach you last time." One of them interjects.

Emily thinks back to the last time she was here, a blur of memories thanks to her sex crazed state at the time. It finally clicks in her mind as to what exactly he's talking about.

"A bitch like me should always move on her hands and knees." She responds resignedly.

"Atta girl. Look at you learning." He responds.

Emily sinks down onto her hands and knees, sticking her ass in the air enticingly as she goes to crawl towards the men. All eyes are on her as she crawls in under the table to suck their cocks, a regular occurence for Emily on these nights out. She had finally given into her love of being treated as if she were no more than a whore for these men.

Once she gets under the table, she eagerly gets to work unzipping their trousers and using her mouth to get them as hard and excited as possible, knowing the better her oral skills are the faster they'll pull her out from under there and finally stuff her **** holes.