factory shift

Susi stared down between Lisa’s obscenely spread legs and let out a low, filthy laugh.

“What a fucking mess…”

It took longer than expected for the first factory workers to arrive. That gave the men already there more than enough time to blow their loads twice — some even three times. The women were working like absolute cum-hungry demons, jerking cocks, scooping loads, and feeding the funnels non-stop.

Three hundred thick loads had already been pumped deep into Lisa’s holes — two hundred and fifty into her cunt, fifty straight into her ass. Another fifty loads had been rubbed all over her glistening body. Every single pore of her skin was soaked, every inch of her tits, belly, neck, face, and even her armpits and scalp was covered in a thick, sticky layer of cum. She was going to stink like a used cum-rag for days, even after showering — every time she sweated, the sharp, salty smell of hundreds of men would ooze out of her pores again.

Her belly was already heavily swollen, rounded out by a solid three-quarter liter of thick, warm cum sloshing around inside her cunt. The same amount had been **** deep into her ass. The fat plug in her asshole stayed perfectly sealed, and the speculum still held her pussy lips stretched wide open like a greedy, cum-guzzling mouth.

Now came the final sprint.

The first wave of sweaty factory workers finally burst through the doors — big, rough men straight from the late shift, still stinking of sweat, machine oil, and hot metal. Almost fifteen women in nothing but tiny lingerie and black latex gloves were waiting for them like a well-oiled milking crew. They dropped to their knees or stood beside the lines, grabbing thick, sweaty cocks with both hands, stroking them fast and nasty, whispering dirty encouragement:

“Come on, big boy… empty those heavy factory balls straight into her holes…”

Every load was caught, scooped, or jerked directly into the funnels. The women worked without mercy — jerking, squeezing, slapping balls, and pouring every last drop into the wide openings so Silke could immediately ram the plunger down and **** the fresh cum deep inside Lisa with loud, wet, obscene squelching sounds.

Lisa’s belly was growing rounder and tighter with every minute, visibly swelling under the bright lights as hundreds more loads were pumped into her.

Susi grinned like a demon, one hand slowly rubbing the huge, cum-bloated dome of Lisa’s belly while she looked straight into her glassy, broken eyes.

“Look at you… three hundred and fifty loads already and the real flood hasn’t even started yet. You’re nothing but a cheap, bloated cum balloon now, baby. And we’re nowhere near finished.”

She raised her voice so the whole room could hear her over the wet slapping and moaning:

“Keep milking them, girls! Every single drop goes in the funnels! We’re not stopping until this rich little whore looks nine months pregnant with factory cum!”

What a goddamn show.

Susi stared down between Lisa’s obscenely spread legs with a wild, triumphant grin as the final sprint began.

The doors flew open and the real flood arrived — wave after wave of rough, sweaty construction workers and night-shift factory guys straight from the industrial park next door. Big, muscular, exhausted men still covered in dust, sweat, and machine grease, their balls heavy from a long shift. Almost two hundred of them poured in, cocks already half-hard from the rumors the lingerie-clad women had spread at the gates.

The women went into overdrive. Nearly fifteen of them in tiny lingerie and black latex gloves swarmed the lines like professional cum-milkers. They dropped to their knees, grabbed thick, sweaty cocks with both hands and jerked them fast and nasty, slapping balls, spitting on shafts, whispering the dirtiest shit imaginable:

“Come on, big boy… empty those heavy construction balls into her holes… give the rich little whore every drop…”

The men didn’t last long. Most of them came twice, many even three times in rapid succession — thick, heavy, pent-up loads that splattered straight into the waiting scoops and were immediately dumped into the two wide funnels. Silke worked like a machine beside Lisa, ramming the thick transparent plunger down again and again with loud, wet, obscene *SCHLORP-SCHLORP-SCHLORP* sounds, forcing every fresh load deep into Lisa’s already overstuffed cunt and ass.

Load after load disappeared inside her.

Lisa’s belly swelled visibly. What had been a slight roundness earlier turned into a massive, tight, shiny cum-balloon. By the time the 500th load was **** in, her stomach was hugely distended, skin stretched drum-tight, the outline of her bloated womb clearly visible under the glaring OP lights. Every new plunger thrust made her belly wobble and slosh heavily.

“Six hundred!” Susi shouted, one hand rubbing slow circles over the enormous, cum-swollen dome of Lisa’s belly. “Seven hundred! Seven-fucking-hundred loads, you filthy cum-dump!”

The final loads were pumped in. The last few construction workers stepped up, got milked dry for the third time by eager female hands, and their cum was scooped and **** straight into Lisa’s overflowing holes. Silke gave one last, long, brutal push with the plunger, driving the 700th load so deep that Lisa’s bloated belly visibly bulged even more.

Then… silence.

The event was over.

The lines dissolved. The last men zipped up, exhausted and satisfied. The women stood up, cum still dripping from their gloves, laughing and high-fiving each other. Jan switched off the bright cameras with a satisfied grin. The owner slowly dimmed the glaring floodlights until only a soft glow remained over Lisa’s destroyed body.

Lisa lay there completely motionless except for the heavy, rhythmic rise and fall of her massively swollen belly. Her cunt and ass were still held wide open by the speculum and the thick plug. Every inch of her skin — face, tits, belly, thighs, even her scalp — was glazed in a thick, drying layer of cum. She smelled like a used public cum-rag: sharp, salty, and utterly filthy. Her eyes were glassy, half-lidded, completely broken.

Susi stepped right up to her, placed both hands on the huge, tight cum-belly and pressed down gently. A loud, wet gurgling sound came from deep inside Lisa as the enormous volume of semen sloshed around.

“Seven hundred loads, baby,” Susi whispered sweetly, stroking the swollen dome. “You’re not a woman anymore. You’re a fucking cum balloon. A bloated, leaking charity whore. When you finally stand up tomorrow, this belly is going to slosh for hours… and you’re going to smell like factory cum for days.”

She straightened up, looked around the room at the satisfied crowd, and clapped her hands once.

Susi raised her voice one last time, loud and dripping with triumph:

“Event closed, gentlemen! Thank you for your incredibly generous donations tonight. Lisa will be multiplying every single cent a thousandfold… that’s a nice, fat 7,000€ she’s donating to charity — just as soon as she can walk again with that massive, sloshing cum-belly!”

The owner stepped forward with a satisfied smirk, pulled Lisa’s entrance card from her things and casually swiped it through the mobile card reader beside the chair. Without hesitation he entered the full amount.

“Seven thousand euros, charged in full,” he announced loudly. No commission whatsoever. The entire sum goes straight to Susi and Silke for organizing this wonderful charity event.

He transferred the complete 7,000€ immediately to the two women.

Susi grinned wickedly as she checked her phone and saw the money hit her account. She leaned down, gently patted Lisa’s hugely swollen, cum-bloated belly and whispered sweetly:

“Perfect. Thank you, Lisa. You just made a very generous donation tonight, you filthy little cum-dump.”

The show was finally over.