Everybody's gotta pay

Jack’s cock finished spurting, and he grabbed a handful of my hair to clean off his cock. He looked down at me, and said, “Thanks, babe. That was great. You’re the best, you know? Sorry about putting on the show for everyone, but I just couldn’t wait. What do you say we go home now?”

In my mind, I was shouting, “Yes, please, lets go home. Get me out of here.”

“Just one more thing. One last beer for the road,” he said. “Hey Frank,” Jack shouted, to the bartender who by now had stopped jerking off. “How about another beer over here.”

“You got it. Anything for the lady?”

“Nah, she don’t need no chaser for what I just gave her.”

Frank zipped up his pants, poured the beer, and brought it over to Jack. He walked right in front of my head, and stopped with his crotch in my face. I could see his pants bulging, and I could smell his sickening odor.

“Here you go, chief. That’ll be $3.50.”
Jack took a sip of the beer, then grabbed his wallet, opened it up and looked inside. “Oh, shit,” he said, “I’m out of cash. Frank, you mind spotting me this one?”

“Jack, you know I’d love to, but I can’t give nobody no credit. Done that once and I never got paid back.”

“Ok Frank. Don’t worry about it. Here, just take the beer back.”

“Can’t do that Jack, you already drank from it. How’d you like to get a beer that someone already drank from?”

“Shit, Frank, what am I supposed to do now?”

Frank thought for a few seconds. “Well, I ‘spose there’s other ways of getting paid, if you know what I mean. That’s a mighty fine looking broad you got there.”

Jack bent down, turned my cum covered face towards him and looked me in the eye. “This is quite a fine mess I’m in now, honey. Don’t know what to do. I wouldn’t want to **** you to do something you don’t want to, so I’ll tell you what. If you don’t want to help me out here, just say so, or give me a sign or something. Ok?”

I tried with all my might to scream “NOOOOO!!!!!” I struggled to turn my head, or raise an arm, or do anything to stop what was about to happen.

“Well, babe, since you don’t seem to mind... Alright, Frank. You got a deal. I’ll lend you my girl in exchange for this beer.” He looked back at me. “Thanks babe. You’re the greatest. You two have fun now.”

“What the fuck are you doing?! You can't do this to me! I'm not some whore you can sell for a beer. Stop, please don't do this!” I tried to scream, but of course, no sound came out.

Frank unzipped his pants, reached in and fished out his cock. That thing was huge- must’ve been at least 9 or 10 inches, and thick as my wrist. There was no way it would fit- it would tear me apart!

Frank took his cock in one hand, and squeezed my cheeks with the other, forcing open my mouth. “You just lay back and don’t worry your sweet ass about a thing. You just let ole’ Frank here do all the work. Let me introduce you to little Frank. I think you two are going to be best friends.

Frank slid his cock forward, and pushed the knob past my jaw. My mouth was stretched wide, and I felt like my mouth would tear in two if he tried to push it all the way in. The taste was terrible- like the warm beer and cigarettes that filled the room. Frank pushed in farther, stretching my mouth to the limit. He pushed to the back of my throat, pulled out, and then pushed back in. Frank pulled out, lifted up his cock, and rubbed his hairy balls all over my face. He put his cock back in, and continued stroking in and out. Frank reached for my tits, pinching hard on my nipples, and pulling on my tits each time he thrust in.

As Frank fucked my face, I felt hands on my legs, spreading them wider apart. Then I felt fingers pulling my pussy lips apart. “Please,” I thought, “Let that be Jack.” Someone’s mouth covered my mound, and a tongue slipped inside me. I could feel stubble scratching my thighs- Jack was clean shaven. A tongue thrust in and out of my crevice, and every now and then it would flick across my clit. I tried as hard as I could not to get aroused. But despite myself, even with Frank’s noxious cock fucking my mouth, I felt my juices start to flow.

“Hey Jack,” someone called from between my legs, “I think she likes it. She’s runnin’ like a faucet.”

“You must have the touch, Jimmy,” Jack replied. I wasn’t gonna do this, but since she likes it so much, why don’t you go ahead and fuck her. Free of charge.”

“Hey, thanks, Jack. I ‘preciate it. Here you go, miss. A pound of Jimmy meat, all for you.”

Jimmy stood up and slipped his cock inside my now wet cunt, and started fucking me. I felt like a pig on a spit. Both guys were thrusting in at the same time, so with each thrust Frank’s cock was **** further down my throat, and Jimmy’s dong painfully hit my cervix.

And yet, through the pain and discomfort, I could feel a warmth spreading in my body. There I was, exposed, humiliated, being fucked by strangers, and yet, for some strange reason, I was getting turned on!