You are senslessly centless

"Please mister, I just want to go home!" I cried almost pathetically.

"Then you better get some money," responded the man who had just pumped my ass full of his seed, his cock still hanging happily half-erect.

There was no way around it, I couldn't get home nude.

"How much do I owe you?" I groaned in submission to the man who now stood between my clothes, which held whatever little dignity I had left, and the assured sexual **** that waited me outside if I walked out nude.

"$2," he said with a mischievous smile.

This day was just getting more and more awful. I sighed, knowing that I was fucked either way. I walked around the counter to the store's door, before peeking my head out.

The four men at the corner of the station's eyes lit up. I must have looked freshly fucked with the way my hair clung messy,wet and loose, similar to my leaking asshole.

"hhhey...Hey!" I said loudly, "you, I really need your help."

You point at one of them, really hoping for just one to come over. You really didn't want to fuck four other men today.