Enema

Susi stared down between Lisa’s obscenely spread legs with a sparkling, purely sadistic look of lust in her eyes. In record time the loose crowd had turned into two long, filthy lines — one leading straight to the wide pussy funnel, the other to the thick ass-tube funnel. The men stood shoulder to shoulder, cards in one hand, hard cocks in the other, waiting like horny animals at a feeding trough.

At the end of each line, four women had taken charge and turned the whole process into a truly nasty competition. They all wore thin black latex gloves so that not a single drop of the precious cum would be “lost.” Two women per line jerked the cocks with fast, wet, greedy handjobs, while a fifth woman waited with the plunger and immediately **** every thick load straight into the respective funnel.

They counted loudly and dirtily, egging each other on:

“Twelve!” the redhead screamed on the pussy line.

“Fourteen, you sluts!” the blonde yelled back on the ass line.

“Only eight here, come on, faster!” laughed the brunette.

“Sixteen, you cunts — eat shit, I’m winning!” the fourth one cheered triumphantly as she emptied the next thick, creamy load into the ass funnel.

Susi did the quick math in her head and called out loud enough for everyone to hear:

“Listen up, you cum-pumping machines! At this pace we’ve already got about seventy loads between the two funnels. Average load is three-point-five milliliters… that’s roughly two hundred and fifty milliliters so far. Not bad… but look at her belly.” She ran her hand over Lisa’s still mostly flat stomach. “We want a real, proper cum-belly. We need more than a full liter — better two liters. That’s over five hundred and fifty loads minimum.”

She looked down the two long lines and shook her head with a wicked smile.

“Right now we’ve got maybe two hundred guys here max. That’s not even close to enough to really inflate our little cum-dump.”

The owner, who had been watching everything with a satisfied smirk, stepped up beside Susi. He leaned in and murmured just loud enough for her to hear:

“We’re in the industrial park, remember? Right next door is the big night-shift factory. Their late shift ends at eleven — that’s in less than ten minutes. Almost three hundred horny, tired, blue-balled workers are about to clock out. We could do the men a real favor… open the doors, let them know there’s a free, warm cum-dump right here who needs to be pumped full for charity. They can all come in, line up, and empty their balls straight into her holes before they go home to their wives.”

Susi’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights. She turned to the crowd, raised her voice and announced with pure sadistic glee:

“New rule, boys! Keep those lines moving — but get ready. In a few minutes we’re opening the floodgates. The entire late shift from next door is about to join the party. We’re going from two hundred loads… to six, maybe seven hundred. We’re going to pump this little rich whore so full her belly’s gonna look nine months pregnant with cum!”

Susi licked her lips, ran a hand over the growing swell of Lisa’s cum-stuffed stomach and shouted loud enough for the whole room to hear:

“Girls! You ready to help the new arrivals too? When the whole fucking night shift storms in, are you gonna milk those fat, sweaty factory cocks and feed every last drop into our little cum-dump’s holes?”

A loud, eager cheer erupted from the crowd of women. At least fifteen of them stepped forward immediately, eyes hungry, nipples hard.

“Hell yes!” one shouted.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this!” another laughed.

“We’ll jerk every single one of them dry for her!”

Some of the women already had their phones out, snapping close-up photos and videos of Lisa’s sperm-glazed face, her gaping, funnel-stuffed cunt and ass, and the growing cum-belly. A few quickly pulled on tiny skirts or just threw on a coat over their naked bodies, not even bothering to wipe the cum off their hands.

“Send us the address!” one called out, already jogging toward the exit.

“We’re going to the factory gates right now — we’ll drag every last blue-balled worker over here!”

A whole group of them — at least eight women — grabbed their phones, took one last filthy selfie with Lisa’s cum-covered, whimpering face in the background, then sprinted out of the party room toward the industrial park gates. Their heels clicked on the concrete as they ran half-naked into the night, laughing and shouting:

“Come on, boys! Free cum-dump next door! Bring your full balls!”

Susi turned back to the owner with a wicked, dripping grin.

“Perfect. Tell the factory they’ve got a warm, willing charity whore waiting with two wide-open cum-holes. We’re about to go from two hundred loads… to six or seven hundred. We’re gonna pump this rich little slut until her belly looks like she’s nine months pregnant with factory cum.”

She leaned down close to Lisa’s glazed, trembling face, stroking a cum-slick strand of hair out of her eyes.

“Hear that, baby? Hundreds more dirty, sweaty cocks are coming just for you. Your cunt and ass are about to get flooded like a public toilet. You’re going to be so fucking full…”

Susi straightened up, clapped her hands once and roared at the room:

“Keep those lines moving, girls! The factory shift is about to arrive — and we’re turning this into the biggest cum-inflation show this city has ever seen!”