Rachel has an Open Door policy

You are slowly trying to regain some focus while Rachel comes down from her orgasm. The cock that was formerly inside her withdraws and you hear her sultry voice behind you with a hint of her mocking tone.

“God, I thought I could get you to start sucking some cock but I had no idea my boyfriend was such a gay little whore. Look at you, hungry for more dicks. I wanna remember this for a while.”

You hear the snap of a camera and are unable to see clearly enough to know where it came from. You feel her cock pull free from your well fucked ass and you fall to the floor, covered in the cum of all the men you’ve pleasured. Rachel stands up and looms over you, getting the angle right and snapping several pics with her phone. You’re vaguely aware of what she is doing as she is clearly sending the pics to someone, somewhere.

You feel the world starting to come back into focus and for a brief moment, you panic, trying to come up with something to say to Rachel as you stare down the length of her strap-on, inches from your cum covered lips.

“Sorry baby, this one doesn’t cum, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give you the hard fuck a bitch like you really needs. Still, I’m getting a little sore, I think we should adjust things a little, you know make some space. I really hope you’ll still enjoy my dick in your little ass, you might be too gay by the end of this though. Still, I’ll do my best even if I can’t inject you with my own hot load. Speaking of hot loads, these holes are just too damn slow. My little cock hungry whore needs more dicks and I know just the thing.”

Rachel goes to the door and unlocks it, allowing it to swing outward. The first thing you hear is murmurs and voices and you manage to raise your head enough to see a small crowd of men. You feel a mild slap on your ass and somehow you accept this as a command to crawl forward a bit. Getting closer now, you see that the small assembly outside the door is looking at you with a sort of predatory hunger. You don’t notice that behind you, Rachel has laid down on the floor, giving zero fucks about the pools of cum all around her and her hands grab your hips, dragging you backwards towards her strap-on. You instinctively get up and allow her to position you without a word of protest before you feel her **** your ass down onto her cock. She grinds into you as hard as she can, forcing the massive toy balls deep inside your fuckhole. Underneath you, she begins to buck her hips and fuck you at a light rhythm. The crowd is watching you now with erections hanging out and Rachel gives your ass a slap as the first one comes forward. With you just outside the booth, you are now easily surrounded on all sides by random horny men, you feel hands grabbing your hair ace and all you can see is about six or seven fully erect cocks pushing against your face. Your world becomes just a sea of dicks as the men try and **** their own erections past your lips. The men who can’t fit or aren’t in a good enough position slap your cheek with their cocks and **** your hands up to jerk them off as they wait their turn to enjoy your mouth while Rachel fucks your ass deep and hard. From underneath, you can hear Rachel say breathlessly.

“God my boyfriend is such a little faggot slut.”

You feel absolutely powerless over your current situation. A part of you is conflicted, thinking if you really want to be a good little whore then maybe you should take charge and try to service all of these cocks to the best of your abilities. Right now you feel like a sex toy, a hole being used by these men as a communal cum receptacle. Should you try and get back some self-control, is that even a possibility at the point? Maybe it’s best to just keep your mouth open and let them do whatever they want to you.