I'm sorry. This is only for sale. Could I offer you something else?

Layla: I'm sorry, gentlemen. This bread is for the poor children. But, if you like, you could accompany me to the storage cellar, where I will surely have leftovers for you.

Stranger number One: That sounds good. I'm starving and I'd love to put something in my mouth.

Stranger number Two: In any case, let's be quick, we need to get back to work soon.

Layla: Of course, it'll be but a moment, it won't take long at all but I assure you you will remember this God's humble servant forever!

I said as I guided them towards the cellar with me.

Even though I couldn't see them, since they were walking behind me, I felt their probing looks on my body, my ass, my hips... I felt so wanted, and I wanted to expand and revel in this feeling. I felt slightly remorseful for using the men's hunger for my own aims, but it was just an excuse. After receiving the appetizer, they would gladly devour the main dish.

Layla: How clumsy of me! I had forgotten that the rest of the bread was given to a beggar yesterday. I feel so embarrassed, gentlemen.

Stranger Number Three: That's a damn shame, my stomach was grumbling and I really wanted some satisfaction.

Layla: It was my fault, sir. I can't help but feel guilty for offering you delights which I do not possess. Perhaps I can offer you something else, a "treat" for your eyes, maybe?

I said as I rolled up my habit and exposed my calves and thighs slowly. I began feeling so hot I ended up removing my habit completely, leaving my virginal body exposed for them to enjoy.

Stranger number One: By all the saints, Sister. What a feast for the eyes!

Stranger number Two: You're sweeter than any pie, Sister. Forgive my forwardness, but this belt is much too tight right now...

As soon as one of them said those words, the three men pulled out their beautiful dicks from their pants to fondle themselves while they enjoyed the show. Seeing them so erect, hard and horny encouraged me to keep going without shame, only pride in their reaction to my body. I wanted to dance until collapsing just so that I could keep feeling this way.

Layla: Don't be bashful, sirs. The result of your lust is welcome. I've even heard that it's good for the skin so please don't hold back! I'm so happy I can make you happy! I know you have no money, but I'll take any offering gladly.

The first man approached me, though I had guessed he was the most submissive of the three, he also seemed to be the quickest shot. He covered my face in thick ropes of cum, which I received gladly, a look of supreme bliss on my face.

After that the second man, who seemed fixated on my pussy, approached and came on my belly, and it soon dripped to my virgin lower lips. I cherished the feeling of the warm semen coating my nether regions.

Finally, the third man, who had watched my ample ass bouncing up and down during the whole of my performance, came up behind me and blasted rope after rope of thick, hot, seed all over my ass and back, while I shouted in surprise and delight.

After they had all been satisfied, they looked at each other as if vaguely ashamed of what had transpired.

Layla: Oh gentlemen, you've been so good to me. I will return the favor. I hope you enjoy this bread that I baked with all my love, as I have enjoyed your delightful company.

After showering me with praise for my body and dancing abilities, they left me a nice amount of money over the table, then they left to go back to their work. I, on the other hand, sat down for a bit and cleaned myself up. It occurred to me that perhaps God was on my side, rewarding me each day with new experiences. Could this be Him telling me that helping my brethren brought ample rewards?