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Chapter 4 by ThrowAwayPenguin ThrowAwayPenguin

What is Bobby's answer?

Go ahead

"Sure, go ahead," Bobby says as he takes the money. The pimp unzips his pants and lets his already hard dick flop out right on your face. His dick is an impressive and quite frightening size and kinda hurts when it hits you on the nose. "Now be a good girl and open up," he tells you. You don't see any way out of this, so you do as he asks. You know the man wasn't lying before, because as he shoves his dick in your mouth you can clearly taste pussy.

The pimp doesn't waste any time, and shoves his cock straight down your throat. You gag, and when he pulls his cock back you cough around his dick, spewing spit and phlegm down your own face. Meanwhile Bobby has picked the pace back up again and is fucking you with gusto. He's thrusting into you with **** and at quite the pace. With every thrust you're shoved forward, driving the cock in your mouth further down your throat. Bobby has also started rubbing your clit again and there are constantly hands grabbing your tits, pulling your nipples and mauling your boobs. You can't be sure of who is doing what, as your vision is mostly blocked by the pimps swinging balls that hit you in the face with every thrust.

The pimp also enjoys, in-between of roughly fucking your face, shoving his large, hard cock down your throat so you can't breath anymore. He keeps it there until you think you're about to pass out before he pulls out halfway and lets you take a few coughing breaths around his dick. Every time he does this you cough up a lot of spit and slime, which culminates in your mouth and drips down your face up your nose, only making it harder to breath. The lack of oxygen, together with the sensory overload of the clit rubbing, tit groping and the two cocks roughly fucking you in two holes, puts you in a blissful, sloppy, sexy haze. You don't know how long it's been, it could be seconds or it could be fifteen minutes, but you quickly feel your orgasm approaching.

The pimp suddenly pulls out of your mouth and pushes his ass in your face. "Now lick my crack," he tells you. It's probably the near orgasmic haze, but you don't even stop to think and stick out your tongue to lick his ass. "That's a good little slut," he tells you, while taking your hand and placing it on his cock, "now play that rusty trombone." So you do, jerking him off, while licking his puckered asshole. You probably weren't working hard enough, though, as the pimp sits down on your face with his full weight. He smushes your nose, making it very difficult to breath. "Get to work," he tells you, "you only get to breath after I've cum."

You jerk as fast as you can in this awkward position, but find it difficult to lick with the weight of the man pushing down on your face. After a few breathless seconds you start to panic and think it's time for drastic measures. You make your tongue as hard as possible and worm it inside of the pimps asshole. It's probably the lack of oxygen, but just as the foul taste overwhelms your mouth, the fucking and clit-rubbing Bobby has been doing overwhelm your nether parts.

You cum. Hard. You're convulsing and writhing on the table, moaning loudly into the ass that's pressing down on you face. This sight, combined with the unexpected anal penetration also sets the pimp off. He steps up from your face, grabs a firm hold of your hair, aims, and lets loose, blasting you repeatedly in the face with warm globs of cum. The spectacle also proofs to much for Bobby as very soon after you feel him contracting inside of you and you feel the warmth of a giant load spread through you.

When they're done spewing their loads in and on you they pull out and give each other a high five. You vaguely register them talking while your laying there riding out your post orgasmic bliss. They're talking like to high school football players after a win; cracking jokes, talking about you and what they made you do, talking about their own performances.

All of a sudden you remember you're in a public place, laying on a table covered in bodily fluids, bottomless and tits hanging out and you feel massively embarrassed. You put your breasts back in your bra, stand up and pull the hotpants that were dangling from your ankle back up. You immediately feel Bobby's cum and your own juices soaking through the flimsy material. Luckily they're not your own but a pair you've gotten from the props department. You rub some of the cum-salive-phlegm mixture out of your eyes and when you open them again your breath stops.

You're looking at Mengucci's table, only Mengucci isn't there anymore.

Oh no!

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