You win, but just a little. The guys get really lucky, though

Jason grins, handing the ticket to the clerk, your eyes tracking the ticket.

"Huh. Congratulations," the man says, "You win..."

Just how much you win is drowned out by your own shrieks of delight. You never win anything! You hop up and down, and straight into Bob's arms. He grunts, almost dropping you, but you wrap your arms around his neck, planting your lips on his in a slobbery celebratory kiss. Ignoring the nicotine and unbrushed teeth you stay pressed against him as he adjusts his position.

Leaning backward he slouches forward, keeping your lips on his as he plants his hands firmly on your butt, scrunching you forward until your crotch approaches his.

The moans cover the sound of zippers, and it's only when you feel the familiar sensation of a warm dickhead sliding past your pussy lips that you realize what's going on. Groaning into his mouth you decide it doesn't matter. You're too horny to resist anyway. You have been ever since you started dating Jacob...

A louder moan escapes you and your pussy clenches around him as you remember your boyfriend. Behind you a pair of hand grab your waist and another dick presses against you, this time parting your rosebud as he relentlessly pushes forward.

"Ahhh..." you groan, into the mouth of Bob as Jason's dick sinks deeper and deeper into your ass. Double-stuffed you can only moan, groan and squeal as they proceed to fumblingly thrust back and forth within you, Jason using your tits like handles to try and lift you up to relieve Bob of some of your weight. Crying out in one second at the pain it shifts in the next to ecstacy.

"Fuck..." you gasp. "Fuck me... hard..." you gasp out before your mouth is reclaimed. Jason squeezes hard to acknowledge your request before pummelling your ass with his dick. You can practically feel the bruises rising on your backside as it meets his pelvis.

Bob uses your legs as handles to try and lift you up and smash you down, but can't manage as ferocious a pace, gasping at both the sensations and the exertion. You manage to cum again before Jason squirts deep inside your bowels, and are nearly at your third orgasm before Bob lets out a ragged groan and unleashes his own load before finally dropping you to your feet.

Stumbling backward Jason steadies you. "Now, about paying us back for the ticket," he says, pushing you to your knees. "We'll let you have it all if you blow us."

Feeling hotter than ever your hands begin to dip to your crotch, but Bob steps forward, pulling them up behind your back. "No cheating," he says, holding your hands behind you. At least he puts his dirty shoe between your legs, letting you hump it as Jason fills your mouth with his dick. By the time you remember where he'd just been he's been balls deep in your mouth for several thrusts and the taste of your own ass has vanishes from his dick, followed by the taste of a long-unwashed and much masturbated cock.

Gagging a little, a line of drool leaking from your lips to your tits, you manage to keep your lips around his cock without nicking him as he uses your hair to push your face back and forth along his length. For someone who had just cum he's remarkably easy to get hard and excited again, and after a few minutes of the sloppy blowjob he pulls out, points his dick at your tits, and splatters them with his second load of the day.

"Fuck that was awesome," he groans, then switches places with Bob, holding your arms while Bob grabs your hair and puts his dick at your mouth.

Grimacing at the thought of tasting your own pussy you pause before opening your mouth again. You've never had any interest in girls, and never enjoyed your own taste. Maybe that's why you've never really minded guys not going down on you before.

Jason's toe rubs along your fiery crotch and your lips pop open, letting Bob sink all the way into your mouth. Fucking your face slowly at first Bob's dick begins to fully harden again and pokes at your tonsils, making you gag a little at the end of each thrust. As with Jason he guides your head back and forth until he pulls out and spurts line after line across your nose, mouth and cheeks.

"Damn," he gasps, smearing the cum into your skin with his dick before popping back into your lips. "You're a hot little cocksucker aren't you?"

Releasing your hair they let you drop down on your butt, leaving you gasping on the floor while they saunter out the door. "I could use a drink," one of them says, and the other says something else with a laugh. The chiming of the door closing brings you back to yourself and you clamber to your feet.

"I... I won?" you ask the clerk, whose eyes look glassy.

"Sure did. Just fill out your name, phone number, address, and show me your drivers license and I'll pay you."

"Um, can I borrow a pen?" you ask, but the bastard just shakes his head.

"Can I, um, pay for one in advance with my winnings?"

For a moment he ponders, then shrugs and pulls a pen from a jar, handing it to you. Glowering at him for a moment you bend over the counter, filling in your information before shoving it back to him.

"Thanks," he says, looks it over, and puts it into the till. You eye the money greedily, waiting for him to pull out a stack of twenties, but instead he simply closes it up again, picks up his magazine, and goes back to reading.

"Enjoy the pen," he says absent-mindedly.

"Pen? What about my money?"

"A dollar. Same price as the pen," he replies.

"A... a dollar...? B-but I... I fucked... sucked...."

"Well, at least they got their forty-cents-worth," he chuckles.

You stumble backwards, reeling at the thought that you'd just put out for less than a dollar. Not just once, but four times. Feeling sick with shame - and yet still somehow incredibly aroused - you push through the door, cum streaking your face, spatters of it and drool down your chest, and your net-like skirt and top pushed up and out of position as you stop on the sidewalk, at a loss for what you should do next. Now you don't even have fifty cents for the dryer.