Shift Change

Amanda could feel cum leaking out of both of her holes. Almost a dozen men had cum in her pussy and an additional two had done so in her ass. She was a mess with cum, spit, sweat, and smeared make-up all over her body. Red hand prints decorated her ass, her cheeks, and her tits. She lay on her bed quietly, she was too tired to move. Initially she had resisted the constant onslaught of men but after being slapped around she had resigned herself to the days work. She hadn't been on any birth control for weeks, but the risks from the numerous loads that now coated her womb clearly didn't mean anything to her new master.

As she lay in her exhausted state, Amanda heard the lock in the room's door turn. Her gut dropped at the thought of another man coming in to ravage her well-fucked holes. To her surprise though, it wasn't another john come to **** her. It was the same man who had led her into this room a few hours earlier. He bent down and clipped a leash to her collar. "Shift change." were the only words he spoke.

Yanking on her leash, he **** Amanda to stand on her exhausted legs. Immediately she felt the flow of cum out of her accelerate. She could feel it dripping out of her pussy, running down her lips and onto her leg. She felt it continue to drip as she walked behind the man, right out of her door and down the hallway. They entered a tiled room with a ring in the wall. Her handler tied to leash to the ring, turned and grabbed a hose. The exhaustion of her day disappeared as a hard jet of cold water hit Amanda square in the chest. quickly the man worked with the hose, blasting off the hours of accumulated sexual grime which coated her. Once she was clean on the outside she was douched and roughly dried with a dirt towel before being led out of the shower and back to her room.