The end of Dove's trip (but not of her addiction to cum)

"There you are, blondie," another woman working for the park said as Dove stepped through the door into the adjacent room. She barely could think and the name sounded great. "You looking good, cumslut," she then said and Dove grinned. She loved the drying cum on her skin and liked on a strain of her hair, getting some more cum taste into her moth., The heels were high and she wasn't fully used to walking on them, but she got slowly used to them.

"Now, come with me, the auction starts in a moment."

"Auction?"

"No worry, blondie," the woman said as she pushed Dove through a curtain and onto a small stage.

"Now, ladies and gentleman. This cum slut needs a nice place where she can get some cum. Who wants to take her home and fulfill her hunger?"

Dove didn't really know what to say. Her pussy was dripping and alone the thought of more cum shut down every other thought in her mind. Soon a few bids came in and she could just imagine how much fun it all would be for her.

A few days later:

"Hey, boys," one of the frat boys said as he stepped inside the living room of the frat house. "How is blondie doing?"

He looked over to Dove, now only called Blondie by everyone, who was on her knees with two lines of frat boys on each side. She was totally drenched with cum, the dried cum forming a thick coat on her body. She had been here for a few days and basically, all the time sucked cocks and had them cum on her and into her mouth.

"She's doing fine. But I think we should drop her back home soon and then head for the park to get another cum slut."

"Good idea, but before that, we should give our cum-slut a few more liters."