Have some more fun

Looking at the time, you wonder how you could ever hope to get to the bar in time. As much as the thought of displeasing your master makes you shiver with fear, the feeling of the two hot stud's filling your insides full of their cock is much more attention grabbing. Well, he's the one that turned you into a wanton slut, so it's the pudgy geek's fault if you're late. Deciding to stop worrying about your date with him, you just lay back and focus on enjoying yourself.

You've now become so weak from your continuous orgasms that you're now laying on top of one of them on the floor, with the other perched on top of you. Not that you care about moving, deliriously happy to be the receptacle of their thrusts and ultimately their cum. Just the thought of all that sperm being pumped into you sends you off into another orgasm, and your mouth opens wide to let out a scream of pure pleasure.

"Suck on this, bitch!"

Before you can turn your head to find who said that (and happily fulfil the request), someone takes your head firmly in their hands and violently shoves his thick cock into your mouth, taking advantage of its open state and turning your screams into muffled moans. You eagerly start to work your greedy tongue around the meaty flesh invading your mouth. But this guy doesn't seem to want any of that, grabbing your hair forcefully and fucking your face as if it was your pussy. Unable to put up any resistance (and not that you want to), you relax your throat as much as possible to accomodate his intruding member.

"Ohhhhhh, fuccckkkk..." the agressive guy moans as he feels his shaft slip past your throat muscles, his knees buckling sightly. Your nose is tickled by his pubic hair and you can feel his weighty balls slap against your chin. Even though you're finding it hard to breath and are struggling not to gag, you're loving every minute of it.

Though, deep down, a small resisting part of you feels incredibly ashamed and humilated, but most of all, fucking pissed off...

With every fuckable hole and orifice plugged full of man-meat, and a whole crowd of onlookers beating themselves off furiously, you'd present quite a picture to anyone who chose to walk into the locker room right now.