She gets more action from more men

Vanessa tugged her panties back up, wincing at the sticky mess leaking out. Her blouse was ruined, her face a mess, and her stomach felt uncomfortably full. She needed to get out of here. Fast.

But when she cracked open the restroom door, her stomach dropped. Five men leaned against the opposite wall, eyes lighting up when they saw her. One whistled low. "Freeuse Initiative, huh? Looks like you're open for business."

Vanessa froze, hand tightening on the door frame. She recognized them — regulars from the bar, guys who'd eyed her all night. The tallest grinned, pushing off the wall. "Heard you gave quite the show earlier." His gaze raked over her swollen belly, the damp patch spreading through her panties. "Room for more?"

Before she could protest, hands seized her shoulders, shoving her backward into the restroom. Her knees hit cold tile as she stumbled, catching herself on trembling arms. Two men crowded in behind her—the tall one with a crooked nose, and a stocky guy smelling of stale beer. The others lingered near the door, watching.

Stocky Guy wasted no time, unzipping his jeans as he knelt behind her. Vanessa gasped as his thick cock pressed against her swollen rectum, still slick with Jake's mess. "Fuck, she's already stuffed full," he grunted, pushing in anyway. The stretch burned, making her whimper as he bottomed out. Her whimper was stifled by Crooked Nose Guy's cock entering her mouth.

"Bet she's got room," Crooked Nose chuckled, gripping her hair as he thrust. Vanessa choked, spit pooling beneath her chin as she struggled to breathe around him. Stocky Guy slammed into her ass, each thrust forcing Jake's cum to leak out around his shaft in thick, white rivulets that dripped onto the tile.

Crooked Nose's hands let go of Vanessa's hair and started exploring her enormous bust. He started trying to undo the buttons on her uniform shirt that she had barely had time to button to make herself decent after Jake's ****. His fingers fumbled for a while, finally growing impatient and pulling hard on her shirt. Buttons showered on the bathroom tiles, not needing much persuasion in addition to the immense pressure exerted upon them by Vanessa's bra clad breasts.

Vanessa groaned around the cock in her mouth as Stocky Guy hammered into her ass. The sensation was overwhelming—the stretch, the fullness, the way Jake's cum kept oozing out around the invading shaft. Her belly still felt tight and swollen beneath her torn blouse.

Crooked Nose had found the four hooks desperately keeping together Vanessa's industrial strength bra. As he managed to unhook the bra, Vanessa's breasts flopped out and started making obscene slapping sounds from the joint thrusts of the two men.

"Fuck, look at those," Stocky Guy grunted, slamming harder into her ass as cum leaked down her thighs. Crooked Nose squeezed a nipple roughly, making Vanessa whimper around his cock while saliva dripped onto her bouncing breasts.

The other three men shifted impatiently near the door. One — bald with tattooed knuckles — stepped forward, unzipping his jeans. "My turn," he growled, pulling Crooked Nose away by the shoulder. Before Vanessa could gasp for air, Bald Guy shoved his cock into her mouth, deeper than the last, hitting her throat instantly. She gagged violently, tears streaming as he gripped her hair like reins.

"Manners", Crooked Nose mutters, grabbing his own cock, clearly not completely hating the third, no, fourth person perspective he had been shoved into.

Vanessa choked violently as Bald Guy fucked her throat in deep, rhythmic strokes. Her swinging breasts swiped against the cold tile floor with each thrust, Jake's cum sloshing inside her. Stocky Guy kept pounding her ass relentlessly, his balls slapping against her cum-leaking rear entrance with wet smacks that echoed in the cramped space.

Crooked Nose knelt beside her head, jerking his cock aggressively near her face. "Swallow him deep, slut," he commanded, smacking her cheek with his shaft. "Show us how much you love this." Vanessa's gagging intensified as Bald Guy's thrusts grew erratic, his grunts signaling his impending climax.

She tasted a familiar salty release in her mouth, but this cumshot was unlike anything she had had in her mouth so far. It was like a fire hose that was **** feeding her with immense spurts, which she instinctively swallowed, at least as much of it as she was able. Vanessa could swear she could feel her stomach swell even more.

Bald Guy plopped his cock out, and Vanessa gasped for air, but Crooked Nose wasted no time reclaiming his post that had been robbed from him.

He shoved his cock back into her mouth, muffling her coughs. "Keep sucking, Freeuse," he growled, thrusting hard enough to make her nose bump against his pelvis. Stocky Guy hammered her ass relentlessly, the wet squelch of displaced cum filling the air with each withdrawal.

Soon enough, Crooked Nose's bulky penis started releasing in her mouth, and it was at least as massive a cumshot as Bald Guy had just delivered. Vanessa felt her stomach bulge even more as she desperately gulped down each spurt.

"What the hell is wrong with the patrons of this café?", was the only semi coherent thought that went through Vanessa's mind.