Uncomfortable blowjobs ensue

As Don holds you up with two hands a foot from your skull - making your scalp scream in protest - your hands scrambles against his fleshy buttocks to try and gain some purchase. Your neck feels the pressure but with the weight of your lower-half held up by the thrashing washing machine it's not really so bad.

Your clit on the other hand is crushed against the ancient rattling machine's square corner and becomes both sorer with every second it has to bear that portion of your weight against a sharp corner, and more aroused at the old machine's enthusiastic vibrations.

"Look at that, someone's stopped outside at the intersection," Paul comments like it had begun raining.

Your eyes widen and you try to slap at his belly to stop.

"What if they're calling the cops?" Don asks, embedded to the hilt in your mouth, his dick just long enough to tickle and trip your gag reflex, making your stomach heave as fight the instinctive response.

"Stay in her and she's the only one indecent," Paul laughed.

Don chuckled but decided not to wait, drawing back and forth in your mouth, using your face like a cunt as he jammed in and out.

Like Paul Don doesn't last long, and pulls out to splatter his seed across your face. One string enters your mouth, travelling far enough to lodge in your windpipe just as you breath in.

Instead of protesting or begging them to stop you spend the precious few seconds **** while they switch spots, Nathan taking over for Don.

One by one the guys use your mouth, using either your hair or tits to hold you up, each one choosing to decorate your face with their sperm like it's a contest to see who can make the biggest mess.

Midway through the fourth blowjob the rattling and humming of the washing machine sneaks up on you and you find yourself squirming and moaning through an orgasm that has the boys laughing and making humiliating comments about you.

"What a fucking whore!" says one, which seems to be the consensus of the rest.

Some knocking on the window makes you jump and everyone looks at a pair of passing youths who leer and wave, stopping to watch your naked body as your mouth is continually shoved full of dick. After a while they leave, but they're not the last. A woman walks into the laundromat without seeing your performance, freezes at the sight of you, then scurries out again with a frightened look back.

During the sixth blowjob, of the proprietor, another group of boys poke their head in.

Your eyes go wide even as your cheeks redden and your crotch rocks itself against the relentless machine. Your poor clit feels like its had a nail shoved in it and hit by hammer but still your find yourself on the verge of orgasm as they ask,

"Hey, she giving it up for free? Think I can get some?"