She Did

Iris had lost track of time.

She basked on the cusp of orgasm, fingering herself, fondling herself, soaked in cum.

The last guy had left her, the $20 he thought she wanted for the blow job having blown away on the breeze from where he dropped it minutes ago.

She half wondered how many of the normally repulsive truck drivers she had sucked off, fucked, begged to cum on her, in her...

All it did was make her want more, the arousing image of crawling on all four up to Christina and worshipping her way up Christina's legs to her pussy. Slowly the idea began to include an audience, at one point even two Christina’s.

Wiping and lapping up what droplets of cum she could find on her skin she looked around, aside from the distant shouting inside the loading dock, and the rumble of idling trucks the area was dead quiet. Too quiet Iris felt. She hungered for life, for action, for fucking.

She yearned for company. Looking down the door to the loading dock she contemplated strutting down there. She grinned at thoughts of stripping naked and offering herself to any person at hand. Excited thoughts of being properly fucked and cum on by more than the three guy max she hit out here rolled through her head. She half wondered if maybe there was even a woman she could eat out in the midst of it, someone to imagine was Christina. Her body seemed to throb with pleasure at the thoughts of being gang banged by any takers down there.

Staggering up from her knees, Iris stepped out of the shadowy doorway towards the street. Looking around she debated where to go, her hotel room would be too empty and alone… She could see the towers of some nearby hotels. She contemplated going there to find a bar, an occupied room… But Christina…

Iris gasped as her body ached euphorically at the thought. Never before had she felt such lust… She tried to think of what hotel Christina said she was at…

A taxi smoothly pulled up to the curb, like a proverbial vulture come down from circling to gaze closely upon its quarry.

“Need a lift?” The cabby asked in a heavy Eastern European accent.

Iris gazed in wonder, where to go… Did she have her things? Did she need them?