Oops, here comes another customer.

Rachel let out a huge breath that seemed to travel up from her toes. She let her head and feet dangle down off the counter at opposite sides for a long moment, too confused to move. Had she really just let some stranger fuck her in the middle of her workplace? What if someone had walked in.

The jingle of the bell jarred her upwards, and her head seemed to whirl from the sudden elevation.

"Damn, it's true!" a voice declared.

"Awesome, dude!" another cried, and two guys moved over to her. That they were black was the first thing she noticed, if only because it was the most obvious. That they were tall like the latino guy was another. What, was a basketball team outside the door waiting to take turns with her?

"Yeah, we're on a basketball team," one guy grinned, surprising her. She hadn't realized she'd said anything at all.

The other walked around the counter, eliciting a feeble protest. "You can't be behind the counter," she told him, and they laughed again. Rachel reddened, realizing how ridiculous it was to protest something like that when she was in such a compromising state to begin with.

"Our friend said you're a great little puta," the one in front said, grinning down at her with big white teeth.

"He bought a condom," she said without thinking.

The big man laughed, his heavily muscled shoulders shaking. Behind the counter his friend laughed with him.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna buy a condom too," he assured her, and unzipped his pants.

Rachel's response to that was interrupted by the guy behind her, who dragged her head back by the hair to rub her face against the front of his jeans.

"Bet you want this, don't you?" he asked, and **** her head into a vigorous nod before unzipping himself.

"Course she does," she the other guy said, slapping her pussy.

Rachel yelped, disoriented from being jerked around and her vagina sore and drying. The first guy just hadn't pleasured her enough before fucking her and with the slight gape of her cunt that he'd left her with it felt like her insides had dried up.

"Wait," she said.

"Nah, no waiting," the skinny one at her head said. He leaned over and took one large tit in his mouth. She yelped as he bit, her protests lost against his crotch as he gave her a hickey on the side of her breast.

"You call that a hickey?" his friend sneered, and while the skinny guy fished out a long cock the other leaned over her other breast, inhaling as much of it as he could before sinking his teeth in.

Rachel cried out, but again her protests were muffled.

"That's a hickey!" the bigger one boasted, pointing to the big mark he'd left.

"Hey!" Rachel finally managed, but the rest of what she would have said was lost when she opened her mouth to say more. The skinny guy behind her took advantage of that to feed her his long dick, while at the same time the guy on her other end got down to business and pushed into her.

After the latino guy it was a bit of a surprise to find the current guys were smaller. 'Guess black guys are over-rated,' she thought briefly. Even though smaller the two had plenty of length and girth, more than your average guy. They might even have had more prowess than your average man but they weren't looking to impress her or please her, they were just looking to unload their balls.

Rachel gagged each time the cock went in her mouth, and with her neck bent back so her head was upside down drool leaked from her mouth each time he pulled back. Her breathing turned ragged, blocked for long moments and then exhaling and inhaling with a quick whoosh before the cock plunged back in.

She was in the middle of just such a gasp when her phone rang, and without thinking she turned it on, making the guys snicker.

"Whore's got a business to run," the burly guy smirked.

"Rachel!" Cecilia yelled over the sound of music and talking. "You would not believe who I just talked to! And he said he'd consider me! And I met..."

Rachel tried to listen, but being fucked and all but choked made her lose words and names and was definitely a hindrance to actually participating in the discussion. Having the two constantly smacking her hips or grabbing her breasts wasn't helping, but that was just small stuff in comparison to the rough thrusting they were doing. Her pussy was getting sore from the attention and was struggling to produce enough lubrication. Her mouth, on the other hand, was generating too much, and it kept coming out of her lips and drooling down her face into her eyes and hair.

The one in her mouth pulled out after a particularly long stay in her throat and she gasped loudly for air.

"I know!" Cecilia bubbled, "Isn't it great? Oh wait, Katrina wants to talk to you."

"Hey whore!" Katrina greeted her. "This party's great and all, but your sister can't flirt worth a damn. I mean, do you know how many guys have come on to her? All she does is smile at them and talk. She hasn't gone into any of the side rooms with even one of them!"

Rachel gurgled, purely in response to the face-fuck she was receiving, but Katrina interpreted it as agreement. "I know, right? If it were you there would have been a constant parade going in and out of one of those rooms because you know how to work it, when to put out, you know?"

Katrina stopped talking like she was listening, expecting a response. Instead she heard the smacking of flesh and the gurgling and gasping of a blowjob.

"Hey, about before. What I said. I was joking about you fucking someone. But I mean, if you are you'd give me a sign, right? Like, saying no if you're not, or nothing if you are. Or maybe if there's more than one you can just make sounds..."

Rachel yelped as the guy in her cunt started slapping her tits like he was spanking them. With the dick blocking her throat it came out like a muffled shriek but she could swear she heard satisfaction in Katrina's voice when she spoke again. "Damn, you rock girl. Have fun!"

The phone went dead, slipping from her fingers as they reached back like her other hand to try and stop the guy behind her from slamming into her throat so hard. It was a futile effort and he just kept sawing in and out at will, his length bypassing her gag reflex over and over. His hands went from holding her jaw wide open to feeling her neck and the bulge of his cock.

"Oh fuck!" he finally cried, and humped her face faster. As if catching something his friend squeezed her tits extra hard and jammed deep within, his movements smacking the end of her vagina with short hard strokes.

While his friend unloaded into the depths of her cunt the one in her mouth pulled out at the last second, hitting her already messy face with splatters of cum that mixed with copious amounts of drool and smeared makeup. Rachel just gasped for breath, catching droplets in her gasping mouth but hardly noticing as sweet oxygen returned to her heaving lungs.

"Shit!" the guy exclaimed, leaning against the counter for a moment before wiping his cock in her air a few times. "What a blowjob!"

"That's worth the money!" his friend agreed, ringing out a few last drops onto her clit ring.

The two finally tucked their softening dicks back into their pants, each digging into their pockets.

"Let's say ten for the condom," the big guy said, though there'd been no trace of condom on his dick when he put it away, "and another twenty for the fuck."

"Well hell, I didn't need a condom so I'm not paying for that. And I didn't get to fuck you so I don't think I should have to pay twenty. Ten sounds good," he said, grabbing her wallet. The two of them put money in, each of them looking at the driver's license while she lay like a floundering fish on the counter, gasping for air still. The burly one bent, fishing her bra from the floor, kicking her top under one of the ice cream freezers

"See you around, Rachel," one of them called as he pushed through the door.

"Yeah," the other said, following. "We'll be sure to visit your snatch again sometime."