Again Fay rocked back on her heels, her breathing ragged, as she fought to get her breath back, breathing with a cock wedged in her throat was proving harder than she had imagined. Fay feared she would have to get used to it however as she had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time she was pimped like this.
Cock number three was presented to her pretty face, its head was visibly throbbing, no doubt as a direct result of Fay’s previous wanking, she leaned over again, mouth wide open. She made it no further, the third man moaned aloud as his come jetted into Fay’s opened mouth, she was relieved, her jaw was aching and she was secretly pleased the man could not control himself.
Fay could see the man blushing at his own hair trigger, she grinned at the assembled men, they still had there cocks out, but the raging hard ons had withered slightly.
“Now for the second part of the deal slut, bring yourself off for us and make it last a bit, we can all see how horny you are, you cheap slut”
“Please sir may I finger myself sir”
“Good slut for remembering, you may finger yourself”
“May I come as well Sir”
“You may”
Fay complied immediately, lying back on the filthy floor, legs spread obscenely wide, her hand already toying with her slick lips. she could just make out the men wanking themselves back to hardness as she closed her eyes, lost in a haze of arousal, oblivious to the filth she was lying in.
Fay groaned loudly as she slipped her fingers inside herself, loving the feeling of penetration, only to aware of the picture she was presenting, her submission and humiliation has reached new heights she was powerless to stop though, she was on a rollercoaster of need, her body coursing with sexual electricity.
She felt some fluid land on her skin the men were wanking furiously and it had all been to much for one of them already, his come spattered all over Fay’s breasts. The others weren’t far behind, as Fay approached her own orgasm, like a boat approaching a waterfall there would be no stopping her.
She screamed aloud eyes screwed shut.
“I am comiiiiinnnnnggggg”
She felt more come raining down on her, she turned her head up desperate to catch some more, groaning obscenely, her hand still a blur as she came again and again, her body shuddering violently.
And then it was over, Fay was wasted she slumped on the floor, come cooling on her breasts and thighs, eyes shut she felt her pulse returning to more normal levels. She was vaguely aware of the men leaving thanking her master, ignoring her.
“Nice one mate she’s a right little whore where did you find her?”
“She’s just one of my slut’s, if you like her we can arrange another more intimate meeting, I’d have to re-negotiate the cost of course but I am sure we an sort something out”
“No problems man, I’ll call you”
And with that they shuffled out of the dirty toilets. Bill surveyed his property, she was a mess, covered in come stinking of it. He threw her torn T-shirt at her.
“Clean yourself up slut”
The tears were starting, Fay’s mind was finally starting to reconcile her actions, she was awash with shame and horrible gnawing guilt.
“Slut you better get used to it there’s more to come, you know you love it may as well accept your a natural slut, nothing more. Now sort yourself out I am driving you back to the club”
With that he left leaving Fay to stumble after him. The journey back was quite, Fay cried all the way home, as they neared the club she calmed down a bit as the adrenaline of the day subsided within her.
As he let her out of the car Bill handed her a card with a mobile number on it.
“That’s the helpline slut, balls in your court now. I’ll leave it up to you if you want to call me or not. I think we both know what will happen so I’ll speak to you soon Slut”
With that he was gone leaving Fay in the tennis club car park, make up smudged, come in her hair, tears in her eyes. Despite it all she knew she had had the most exciting day of her life, she knew she would call her Master, she had submitted to him and wanted more. The fact didn’t lessen the guilt and shame, but it allowed her to rationalise the situation a little bit.
Fay went home to get cleaned up before Richard came home, her mind filled with images of cock and come.