Hours later...

„That’s it, salope!“ the Frenchman groaned as he pushed her head down with a firm grip on her sweat-soaked hair, urging Jessica to worship his hanging ballsack while the Irish guy roughly sheathed his cock into her swollen pussy from below, her flushed buttocks producing loud slapping noises as they repeatedly hit the guy’s lap.

But much rather than the Irishman fucking her it was the other way around: while the tall, ginger-headed guy sat on top of the closed toilet-lid, the naked and slutty actress wildly rode him in reverse, squatting over him in the stall and slamming her cunt down on him over and over, feeling the guy’s nice, thick cock stretch her so delectably.

She had been the center of this gangbang for what felt like hours by now, constantly getting hammered by cocks of all different shapes and sizes and after a while she had just lost the will to resist. She wasn’t going to get out of this any time soon, not unless the men allowed it, and after a while she had lost her fear to be recognized. Of the previously over twenty men several had been either young and inexperienced or pent-up, so within fifteen minutes into the wild orgy Jessica had managed to get five or six of them off, some of them even before they even had a chance to get a go at her mouth or her pussy!

Those men all came on her face, obscuring her features more and more beneath a layer of cum before they filtered out – one after the other – with a mixture of shame and satisfaction on their faces as they rejoined the concert outside.

After the wheat had been separated from the chaff the gangbang had really taken off. Jessica had been called every dirty name in the book in at least four different languages over the last hours and had participated in acts beyond her wildest dreams! Under the leadership of the bulking brute the pack had quickly figured out just how much in control they were, putting the actress through all kinds of sordid deeds.

She had been made to lick men’s toes and kiss their balls, had been fucked doggystyle and piledriver, had been choked and slapped and spit in the face and after she her inhibitions had been in the wind she had loved every minute.

Her active participation had given her a smidgen of control back, but the men didn’t mind. Too much they enjoyed the caramel-skinned slut’s actions as she sucked and fucked with apparently ever-growing appetite. She would have begged for more if her mouth had been unoccupied long enough for her to form a coherent sentence.

One after the other she finished the men off as she was tossed around, one after the other the men roared and came, shooting their loads over her face and into her gasping mouth and one after the other they left the bathroom.

Finally Jessica was left alone in the bathroom with her three most persistent fuckers, the Irishman and the Frenchman she was currently sandwiched in between as well as the brute, who was taking a breather, smoking a cigarette over by the urinals. The rest had abandoned them, leaving behind only their semen plastered over her face.

“Ooooh… oui… suce mes coquilles… ooooh putain!” the French man groaned and threw his head back, his hand tight in her hair as Alba noisily slurped on his balls, grabbing his hips for support while she slammed her hips up and down on the young Irish guy’s cock, supported by his tight grip on her waist.

Glancing down he enjoyed the view of the ravaged beauty. Her thick lips wrapped around his right nut, cheeks hollowing with suction as she peered up at him with her left dark-brown eye. The right one had been glued shut by a sticky, white rope of cum, one of the many that crisscrossed over the gorgeous girl’s stunning features. Twenty men had blown their loads over her face, leaving her cheeks, chin, nose, lips and forehead almost completely covered in white goo, several streaks even going up into her hairline. The girl’s hairband had gone missing and as a result her ponytail had quickly dissolved, the brunette hair now hanging in loose, sweaty strands.

The few parts of her face not covered in jizz so far were splattered with saliva. As soon as the men had figured out just what kind of slut they had in their midst they had lost all inhibitions and every one of them had spat into her face, the whole mess glazing the pretty girl like a donut.

“Aah yes, you fucking slut… mon dieu!” he panted in his heavy French accent as the girl’s tongue swirled in wild patterns over his testicles.

“She’s a wild one, aren’t ya, luv?” the Irishman grinned, delivering a sharp slap to her bouncing behind and relishing the groan. He leaned back against the toilet tank, watching that pert, golden booty slam down on his cock time and time again, devouring his cock.

Jessica moaned, her mouth full of nutsack before her head was roughly cocked back by her hair, eliciting another cry of pain mixed with pleasure. She closed her other eye just in time as the Frenchman splattered a gob of spit all over it, sealing it shut as well and leaving her completely blind.

He groaned with excitement at the sight of the utterly defaced girl, grabbing his cock, which she had sucked for the last ten minutes and swiftly jerked the slick member. “Aah, oui, bitch!” he hissed through clenched teeth, feeling his impending release.

“Oh, yeah, lass! Bounce that pretty bum on mi cock!”

Jessica gasped as the Irishman lay another stinging smack onto her right buttock, urging her on to move her hips faster, then she felt him dig all ten fingers deep into the soft, firm flesh of her buttocks, aggressively slamming her down on his lap.

As he used the gorgeous girl like a mere tool to pump his cock with, the Irishman’s hands moved to pull Jessica’s ass-cheeks apart. He licked his lips at the lewd show of the slut’s wrinkled sphincter, bobbing up and down in front of him in sordid perfection.

While nobody had managed to coerce the girl to take a cock in there (not for lack of contenders though) quite a few men had buried a finger up the girl’s derriere as they had fucked her and from her reaction it was easy to tell that she loved it: every time someone dared to play with her tiny, puckered backdoor the girl’s moans grew louder and more throaty, begging for more.

“Mmmph! Mmmh! Mph! MMMMPH!” Jessica tensed, her jizz-splattered nostrils flaring as her fucker suddenly and less than gently jammed his thumb up her asshole while she rode him hard. Before this day she had shut down every advance any lover had made to her butt immediately, scared that it might get out of hand and hurt, but now to her shock she found the sensation most delicious! It was an intense feeling, equally dirty and pleasurable.

She could feel her eyes roll back behind her sealed-shut lids as she felt the man’s digits fuck her ass, the rhythm matching the one of his cock in her pussy. She felt the familiar tingle approach, declaring another orgasm impending.

The French man beat her to the punch however, making her cry out as he roughly yanked her head back by her hair, his spit-soaked nut popping audibly out of her mouth.

“Mon dieu!” the man growled, holding her in place by his tight grip on her soggy hair as he furiously stroked his cock, aiming it at her face, “Ouvre ta gueule, sale pute!”

Knowing what he wanted Jessica obediently opened her mouth wide, giving the man an aim for his cum while the Irishman kept on knifing into her from below. Barely two seconds later she heard a loud groan, then something hot and sticky splashed against her upper lip and into her mouth.

“Nasty BITCH!” the man grunted in his heavy French accent as jet after jet of salty cum hit her tongue and the roof of her mouth while she obediently kept still, blindly awaiting the man’s orgasm to be over as his grip on her hair turned painful.

“Oh merde…” the man finally growled as she felt the power of his orgasm subside, her tongue plastered with ropes of jizz by now. She let out a muffled protest as the man roughly pulled her mouth over his spent cock, but nonetheless she obediently wrapped her bee-stung lips around it and sucked the last salty dregs out.

Once he was cleaned up the Frenchman pulled his cock out of her mouth and she sensed him kneel in front of her, bringing his face close to her cum-covered one. She let out a loud moan as the Irishman gave her a particular hard thrust, the finger working tirelessly in her butthole.

“You’re the nastiest piece-of-shit-whore I have ever seen!” the man told her calmly in his French accent, sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine, her features twitching beneath her slimy mask, “Open your mouth, putain!”

Automatically she obliged, lolling her mouth open and displaying the creamy load he had deposited there, feeling both degradation and pleasure as she did so.

When she heard the man audibly collect some saliva in his mouth she already knew what was coming, her face contorting in disgust, but she didn’t budge nonetheless as he sent a huge gob of spit splashing straight onto her tongue.

“Swallow, connasse!”

And she did, almost gagging as she **** the nasty spit-and-cum-mixture down her throat, but complying nonetheless. Once she was done she blindly opened her mouth and offered her clean tongue as proof that she had done it, causing the Frenchman to snort.

“You’re so pathetic even I feel embarrassed, you cunt!”

With that final insult he got up and quickly fixed his outfit before he quickly left the bathroom as well.

“Looks like I’m the last one, luv!” the Irishman grinned, gently kissing the soft, sweaty skin on her back, his thumb still working in and out of her asshole, “Come on now, work that pretty little bum for me!”

Her thighs and calves burned with exhaustion by now, after what must have surely been hours of being power-fucked, twisted into the toughest positions by horny men, but she knew that she couldn’t stop now. She had little choice.

Blindly reaching forward Jessica grabbed the edges of the toilet stall’s doorframe with both hands and held on tight as she began to ride the Irishman harder, his thick cock sliding in and out of her swollen cunt.

“Mmmh! Yeah!” she gasped sluttily for his benefit, “Fuck that pussy! Please! Ohgod!”

She sounded like a porn star, but she didn’t care! She knew it excited men to hear her talk like this and right now she needed this man to cum, to shoot his cum on her or even in her… it didn’t even matter.

“Oooh! Fuck me!” she panted, rolling her hips back and forth, then gyrating her waist on his cock, using every trick in her repertoire to get him to cum for her. Turning her head she allowed him a view of her cum-plastered features, hoping the raunchiness would set him off.

She mewled with disappointment despite her exhaustion when he suddenly pulled his finger out of her ass – tired or not, she had really started to enjoy the anal play!

“You’re tired, huh?!” the Irishman asked, his voice sounding almost sympathetic, “That’s alright, luv! Let’s just finish up in style here!”

He placed both hands on her buttock, stopping her movements with his cock sheathed all the way up her snug cunt. Surprised she turned her head, opening her mouth to ask his intentions, but the question died in her throat when the Irishman moved!

She gasped in surprise when his arms wormed their way below her thighs, then let out a shocked shriek when he suddenly hooked his elbows below her knees and yanked them up.

Her feet were pulled off the ground and high into the air as her legs were lifted, shifting all her weight to her butt, causing the man’s cock to push even deeper inside her vag, causing her to cry out once more. Not knowing what was going on she felt her knees pulled up against her chest as the Irishman pulled his arms back, his hands interlocking behind her neck pinning her in place.

Unable to move, hardly able to squirm she felt less in control than she ever had, her pussy wrapped around the man’s thick shaft, but with her pinned down like this she could hardly do anything.

“What are you- WAIT! STOP!” she shrieked in panic as the Irishman grunted loudly, then suddenly stood up from the toilet, lifting the defenseless, blind Jessica high into the air. Her arms flailed wildly, but she couldn’t find a grip anywhere. For a terrible moment she was sure they were gonna fall and she was gonna hurt herself, but then he found his footing again and slowly walked them out of the stall.

“Nice!” she heard the brute grin from a few feet away as the Irishman positioned himself in the middle of the restroom, “The ‘Full Nelson’!” He spoke English now, whenever he wanted her to understand what he said, colored by a heavy Dutch accent.

Jessica whimpered, realizing what a pitiful picture she must have made right there. Butt-naked with her legs pinned against her chest by a man inside the men’s room, her cunt deeply impaled on his dick, her neck, face and hair plastered with multiple loads of cum. If any of this was to become public she’d likely die of shame!

“That’s it, luv!” The Irishman whispered into her ear as he lifted her folded, exhausted body up a few inches then dropped her back down on his cock. Jessica gasped as she was again deeply impaled, but before she knew what happened the man had already lifted her again.

“Ohgod-oh-oh-oh-ohfuck-oh!” This time her moans were not just trying to get her fucker excited, but the deep, fast penetration was forcing them out of her. She didn’t know what to do with her hands in this position, so she reached down and grabbed both of her ass-cheeks, spreading them wide apart to allow that little extra bit of penetration!

“That’s right, luv!” he grunted, “You’re nothing but a slab of fuckmeat! My little slampiece!”

“Yeah!” she whined, her bukkaked face twisted in pleasure. How she would ever be able to look at herself again she didn’t know, but she loved it! “Fuck me!” Feeling another orgasm arise inside her she let go of her right buttock and – while keeping her ass spread with her left – she reached down, hastily twiddling her swollen clit.

She was impressed with how well the man was able to keep his pace, the position must have been quite exhausting, but her lifted and dropped her at a fast rate for several minutes now, using the famous actress as his own fleshlight, her moans growing steadily louder as her feet bobbed wildly in the air.

“GOD! YEAH! AAH! OH!”

“Fucking whore!”

“GOD! FUCK! ME! YE-EH-EH-AH!”

“Cum for me, you bitch!”

“AAAAIIIIIII!” she was sure her scream must have been heard outside, music or not, but she was unable to stop herself as her body convulsed, pleasure coursing through her. Her body bucked, almost shaking free of the man’s grip, but he just held on, her cunt milking his cock for all its worth!

“GOD-FUCKING-DAMNED!”

Somewhere in her orgasm-addled mind she felt the man shoot his wad. Hot, sticky spunk filling her twat to the brim, feeling oh so good as he came along with her as her inner muscles massaged him.

His whole body shook, but thankfully as he lost his strength the Irishman managed not to let her fall, but rather he let her down more or less gently as he sank to his knees. Alba collapsed onto all fours, her breath raging, cum-covered face hanging low as her lithe frame still shook with pleasure.

She stayed like this for several minutes, pleasure and exhaustion leaving her powerless as she tried to get oxygen into her lungs. She barely registered the Irishman getting up and re-dressing, barely heard him exchange a high-five and a few words with the brute before he left as well, barely noticed the brute walking up to her.

She still panted hard, her eyes glued shut beneath the mask of cum as the brute knelt down, roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her face up.

She whimpered as she heard him bring up some spit, adding another gob to her mask of body fluid. “Not over yet, slut!” he growled menacingly, sending a shudder down her spine…