51: Karma's a Bitch - III

The **** swirled in her head, sharpening colours and blurring inhibitions. When her eyes locked onto the guy, something about the way he held her made her stomach flutter. Or maybe that was her empty stomach with nothing but ****.

His hands were warm on her waist, hers tangled in his hair. The kiss was sloppy but exhilarating, a blur of heat and sensation.

When they finally broke apart, Mia giggled, her head spinning both from the kiss and the drinks. She leaned closer, whispering to his ear shyly.

“I want to eat more... I’m starving,” she murmured shyly, the words slurring slightly.

“...Do you want something to sober up?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement and slight confusion.

She pulled back, her eyes meeting his with a mischievous glint. She reached out, her finger trailing down his chest. “I was thinking...”, her gaze dropping pointedly before flicking back to his face, her hand on his dick, “...you might have something for me. Something hard and sweet.”

His eyebrows shot up, caught surprised, “Well, that’s... Wow."

Before he could continue, she was already stroking his dick. "You don't mind, do you?" She asked, her words slow and deliberate.

"No..."

Just as she got her answer, she got up and bent over, her ass on full display for the others.

The guys nearby, speechless but intrigued, exchanged glances before edging closer, slapping her butt to catch her attention

Her ass jiggled but she didn't stop. She knew he was close to cumming.

Each stroke of her hand, every flick of her tongue as she teased and slurped, radiated her confidence from her own experience and from watching porn.

All the late nights she spent watching porn had taught her more than she knew. She had unwittingly studied them carefully, watching how the women in those clips used their touch, their gaze, and their body language to get what they wanted.

At first, it had been just curiosity. But the more videos she watched after she returned home, the more she found herself imagining being the woman in the scene - draining her man dry while in total ecstasy.

She squeezed her hand the moment she felt his hand on the back of her head, causing him to cum straight into her mouth.

After stroking the flaccid dick a few more times to see if there was anything left, she turned around and caught the other's eyes, her finger on her mouth sucking out the last few drops of cum that escaped.

One of them, a lean guy with messy blonde hair and an easy smile, leaned in.

She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing behind the mask. Without saying a word, she crossed her arms tightly lifting her breasts, her posture stiff and closed off, clearly irritated by the interruption. "What?" She pouted.

The blonde grinned, “wanna have more fun?”

"Mmmmmmm.......Okay. Why not? I think he is done anyway,” she said, shrugging, "Just don't waste any of it. I am sooo hungryyyyy right now", her gaze flicking to the small group now gathered around her.

Getting on top of the table, she got on her knees, positioning herself ready as dicks surrounded her.

She playfully brought the dick to her lips, guiding it toward her mouth with just her face and tongue while her hands focused on stroking and handling two other dicks beside her.

Unable to satisfy herself with only one, she switched it up, swallowing the other two after every few strokes without stopping.

As she slurped and played with her three new toys, the others surrounding her started to stroke their dicks, ready for their turn.

*SLURP*

*SLURP*

*SLURP*

Just as one guy cums into her mouth, her head gets pulled to face the next dick.

Mia initially surprised by the sudden pull, swallowed before kissing her next impatient toy, trying to soothe it. "Were you also waiting too long?" *KISS* "Don't worry, I'll take good care of youuuu," she slurred.

Tucking her hair behind her ears, she started sucking more eagerly.

Suddenly, without any warning, another guy came, spraying her side with his cum.

"Hey! Don't waste it!" she scolded mischievously, wiping the cum from her cheek. "Aim right here!!! Aaaaa" She opened her mouth wide, playfully showing them where to cum.

One of the guys held her steady, her mouth still open and inviting. He and the others soon came, showering her face with cum.

Mia knelt at the heart of the chaos, squealing, shifting her head from side to side as streams of cum splashed against her face, splashing against her lips and cheeks before flowing into her open mouth.

She held it there, letting the mixture of cum pool on her tongue as all ten took their turn, their cum shots overlapping and leaving her completely drenched.

As she closed her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a blowfish. With a confident grin, she swallowed it all in one smooth gulp, savouring the moment.

She flashed a playful smile, sticking out her tongue to prove she'd swallowed it all before closing her mouth with a satisfied look.

A bubble formed on her lips as she exhaled, bursting with a soft pop and leaving a sticky sheen across her mouth. With a sly smile, she licked her lips, her face glistening from the remnants of the cum, droplets trailing down her chin and neck.

She let out a breathless laugh, feeling satisfied, before dropping on all fours, panting.

Tiffany glanced at the monitor behind the bar, her eyes scanning the footage captured by the overhead booth cameras. A grin spread across her face as she mulled over the idea — maybe Mia should start her OnlyFans. She’d certainly have the content for it.

Just then, the other girls joined her, their curious eyes immediately locking onto Tiffany. “What’s going on? Who’s the new girl?” they asked in unison, their voices full of intrigue.

Tiffany paused, as she tried to find the right words. "An old customer?" she said, her voice trailing off as she struggled to define her relationship with Mia.

The girls exchanged surprised looks, their mouths falling open. “What?! She barely even has a dick!”

"Wow! I still can’t believe she was a boy..."

"You mean... a femboy?"

"Did she get surgery for her breasts? They look so real though," one of the girls remarked, their eyes scanning Mia from head to toe.

The group buzzed with excitement, their voices overlapping.

"What was her name again?" one asked, leaning closer.

"Karma, the bitch" another replied with a laugh.

"Well, she definitely looks the part," a third chimed in, smirking as her gaze lingered on Mia.

Tiffany, standing nearby, tilted her head with a mischievous grin. "You know... there’s just one thing missing," she said, pulling a sleek black leather choker from her bag.

The lounge fell quiet with anticipation as Tiffany approached Mia, kneeling in front of her. Carefully, she fastened the choker around Mia’s neck, the heart-shaped metal ring gleaming under the light.

Mia’s eyes flicked to the choker.

"Perfect," Tiffany teased, straightening up. "A bitch like you needs a collar."

As Mia opened her mouth to question, Tiffany silenced her with a single finger pressed gently against her lips.

"Shh," Tiffany whispered, her voice smooth but commanding, her eyes locking onto Mia's with a sly grin. "A bitch doesn't speak," she said, her words soft but cutting, her hand trailing down to tilt Mia’s chin slightly upward.

For a brief moment, Mia hesitated, and then a slow, understanding smile spread across her face. Letting go of any resistance, she panted playfully like a dog, her tongue teasingly sticking out as she embraced the role.

The girls erupted in laughter, clapping and cheering at the display. Meanwhile, the guys watching from the sidelines shifted uncomfortably, their expressions betraying a mix of fascination and arousal at the bold interaction unfolding before them.

Tiffany stepped back, a satisfied smile on her face, while Mia maintained her playful demeanour, drawing even more attention from the room.

The guys lounging on the other couches exchanged curious glances. Intrigued by the scene unfolding before them, they began drifting away from their partners, their attention magnetically drawn to Mia.

One of the men, taller than the rest and radiating quiet confidence, stepped forward through the small crowd that had gathered. His eyes briefly flicked to the floor, where several discarded condoms were scattered.

Picking one up, he tore the wrapper and wore it over his big black cock. "Ready for round 2?"

Instead of answering, Mia responded with playful enthusiasm, panting like a dog and leaning forward to lick his dick, biting the condom to pull it out.

His smirk deepened as he gently but firmly grabbed her waist, lifting her with ease and turning her around so her back was to him.

Caught off guard, Mia stiffened momentarily, her hands instinctively reaching out to steady herself.

"Haaaaa~♡"

She couldn't help but moan as his dick entered her.

"Ha~♡ ha~♡ ha ~♡"

As her hands flailed aimlessly with each thrust, they soon grabbed something thick from around her.

Feeling the veiny texture, she instinctively glanced up to see what she had grabbed.

Before she could fully process, a hand tangled in her hair, gripping firmly, forcing her to get face slapped by another dick before being **** to swallow it.

As Mia's thirst for cum became plain for everyone to see, they started to tie cum filled condoms on her makeshift belt every time they came in her ass pussy, the sensation sending shivers through her spine each time.

As her last remaining rationality vanished, they tied it to her new choker, adorning her as a true cumslut.