Swallow Her "Pride"

Knowing Sam and her sexuality, the series of events that got her here was the definition of hell for her. I was pretty satisfied with my ****. After all, she degraded me to such a point that earlier that evening my name was Fuckpuppy. She deserved what she was getting. Seeing her there, on the hood of that car, moaning louder than a pack of wolves under a full moon, I knew she was hating every second of it.

So imagine my utter disbelief when Sam angrily cried "There's not enough dicks in me! I wanna be filled! Let me taste your cum!" The app even let me stop sucking this stranger's cock for my jaw to drop. I felt like I'd just been pushed into an ice-cold river. Every single unoccupied and impatient man in that circle moved to her, and instantly they sheathed themselves in her as she was dragged from the hood of the car to the pavement of the parking lot. One of the men even started crawling under her to fuck her vagina while the one still on top rammed her asshole. I was stunned. Then the guy who I'd just been blowing slapped me in the face.

"Hey! I didn't tell you to stop!" My mouth got back to work, rapidly sucking the long erection before me, but my mind reeled. What is Sam's Plan? What is she doing? Just then, the phone between my tits started vibrating. Now Sam's begging and pleading made sense. She wanted to end this as quickly as possible. I looked around the circle of men, and one of them remained unoccupied, merely flogging his log to the absolute stuffing Sam was getting. I paused for a moment more, and waved him over.

"Hey! Don't wanna be left out, do ya?" Instantly, he waddled over, and just as I'd sat up in time, he slammed himself into my pussy with no moment to prepare. If I'm already feeling this utterly used, how the hell is Sam holding up?

This was my absolute definition of hell. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare and cry myself back to sleep. But I only had to endure a few more moments before all of them emptied themselves and I could get out of here. That is, if Ramona would even let me leave. What if she never lets me leave this parking lot? What if she just lets punishment after punishment pile up, always making me suck and fuck guys? What if she makes me stay like this forever?

The thought left me horrified, but the warmth and pleasure spreading throughout me did a little to numb the fear. Although I was being stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, I felt little genuine joy from it. It was some sort of plastic, fake pleasure, like an office party or a boring hike. As I orgasmed from the double penetration, I struggled to properly moan my "delight" through one of the guy's cock. I wanted this all very much to end, before I have **** but to take more punishments. What could happen if I don't respond in time? Could I develop a gross fetish? Could I be turned into a mindless, squealing bimbo like Ramona was? Could I be turned straight?

I quivered with terror. The idea had me so shaken that I didn't even notice some of the guys starting to pull out. It was only after a large splotch of cum landed straight on my back that I realized what was happening. A warm shiver went down my spine, and as soon as my mouth was empty, I resumed begging.

"Come on, come on! Cum already! I want your semen all over me!"

I so badly wanted this all to end. It seemed as if it would never stop. And yet, almost as soon as I started panicking that I'd be here forever, the other two promptly splashed me with their jizz. Disgusted, sticky, and utterly used, I slumped onto the pavement as the wrestlers backed off. Tired as I was, I had just enough strength to look up and spot Ramona promptly being showered in sperm as well. My last thought before I passed out was one word; Good.