This time they met me near the front door, just on the short path between the front doors and the street. Both boys and girl angel with them, seemingly beautiful and innocent, but in fact terribly spoiled.

I just began to forget the nightmare that I experienced in my apartment and on my bed, where I had anxiously made love to gentle men before, and then I was fucked for my own pleasure, without being interested in my opinion ... I just began to forget the humiliation I experienced when I finished over and over again under the boys. Although, what are they boys? Hefty foreheads are 18 years old, and the angel, for sure, is the same age.

One of the boys was playing with a terribly brilliant knife, and the second was twisting brass knuckles in his hands, and if I first wanted to call for help, just try to sew them, then having seen these objects and, most importantly, ruthless looks, I immediately left hope to stay alive, if at least get them angry. And who will come to the rescue - a narrow passage to the front door on both sides protected high bushes, well, perhaps, someone from the neighbors could look out of the window ... But there was little hope for that ... With a fallen heart, shaking feet I walked over to them.

- Miss you, bitch?

I understood well that they would not allow me to answer something other than “Yes”.

- Yes...

But the monosyllabic answer, apparently, did not suit them. One frowned:

- And are you ready? ..

I realized that I had already pissed off the guys with my brevity, and, dying of the humiliation that I said this, I began to cry:

- Your damn is ready to suck, and then so that I fucked in all holes, in what you wish.

- Well, that's another thing - smiled girl. - You started making a cool slut out of her, guys ... Well, you also want in your mouth, “so fucking”?

“Yes,” I replied, dropping my eyes in shame and for the words, and especially for the fact that I felt my panties begin to get wet — right up my throat to the very eggs.

- Well! Then suck, - orders one of the boys so casually, as if asking: "What time is it."

I'm cold with horror. Here? A dozen steps away from the street? At my front door, where me, sucking off from him, can be seen by neighbors who are used to seeing how they drive me in luxurious cars, and I will fly out, leaning on the gallantly offered hand with an armful of flowers at the ready? It's impossible!

“She apparently doesn’t get it,” came the cheerful voice of the little angel, “that she is a whore, who should be put in any hole where and when she wants to use her.

I get a short slap and, trembling with horror and humiliation, I fall down on my knees in front of the boy. For a while I suck, for fear of swallowing a member as deep as I can. I punch in the throat, until, finally, the penis begins to shrink, throwing thick streams, it seems, right in the stomach.

- Now I fuck you, - says the second. - Get up against the wall, bully your skirt, and let your panties drop. Itself, whore ... herself, you do not think you're on a romantic date? And I will erotically undress you, like a gentle lover? Just fuck to relieve stress, and that’s it!

I was even a little glad, going up to the wall, as ordered, and panty pinging to the middle of my thighs — I could no longer see from the windows how I would be fucked, the angle was not the same, and from the street I was now completely covered by a bush. Immediately a hard cock poked in my hole. I understand what is required of me, and, having passed my hand between my thighs, I directed it into myself.

The guy immediately with such force hammered a dick into my wet vagina, that the studs came off the asphalt, and then they clicked as he gained acceleration for the next blow. And then they began to tear me up with all the youthful fervor ... Ahaya, at some point I noticed that a pretty face appeared angel. The girl demanded to tell you how grateful I am for everything that they have done and are doing to me. I had to groan, which I can’t hold back anymore, to “thank”:

- I am so pleased that I was allowed to suck, a little fucked in my mouth, finished there, and now a huge dick deeply ramming my pussy.

The boy did not last long, filling my vagina with such a hurricane pressure that I could not resist and finished following, barely restraining myself not to shout out loud and not to frighten the neighbors, who would probably stick their heads through the windows on heart-rending female screams.

The guys sat down on a low front garden along the walkway to the front door and began to discuss where to fuck me further - in my apartment or in my garage, where they can mess around with a wheelbarrow between fucks. I was standing nearby, only peekingly pulling the skirt down below, feeling the sperm flowing from the inside of my thighs. I did not dare to tighten the panties, even though they were lowered below the skirt edge - there was no order on that score, and I could only think, do not ask the boys to tidy themselves up, otherwise someone will come out of the door and see that my panties are flaunting almost kneeling.

“Guys, have you forgotten anything?” The girl asked.

- What?

- You have to slut money!

- How could we forget? - said one, and the second added, turning to me:

- Come on, bitch Zadera hem, I forgot something, how much we owe you for the services.

I became cold from the new humiliation, because last time the angel brought an indelible marker on my naked pubis:

Whore. Tariffs.

Blowjob - 100 p.

In the pussy - 300 p.

Anal - 500 r.

And also from the fact that I had rubbed this inscription with all possible means for a couple of days and achieved that it was now barely visible.

- What are you doing, damn cheap? - One of the guys saw that the letters are almost erased, hit me on the cheek. - You do not want to earn honest labor?

“I want to, I really want to,” I squeezed my eyes in horror, pulling at the high-spun skirt. - I now with all diligence earned money with my holes!

“That's true,” said one of the boys. - And how much do we owe you? Something I do not see ...

He stretched out his hand and, clinging to the sponges that had been crammed from rough treatment, he pulled himself to him. I, feeling the tears in my eyes, resignedly resigned, as far as the lowered panties would allow, to meet.

- Wow! 400 rubles! Are you satisfied with the amount earned? - while he twisted my lips savagely in ruthless fingers, supposedly so that I was spinning in place, and he had the opportunity to see the inscription.

I almost screamed from pain, fear, and humiliating feelings from the excitement that re-enveloped me, which arose because of the harsh treatment.

- Yes! You will be very generous to your whore, if you pay everything at the rate, - I mumbled, dying from the vagueness of my words. But the horror of my rapists was stronger, all the more, one could hope that after what I said, the guy would let go of my lips.

The second pulled out from somewhere pyatisotku and pushed her to me by the bra:

- You should, and in kind.

“Yes, of course,” hoping that the sponges would not be torn off, I replied to the boy. - I will work with my mouth with all zeal.

- It is necessary to renew. You didn't grab a marker by accident? - nodding, he turned to the angel.

- No, of course, but I think that this should not be repeated in the future, we must make her a tattoo.

- Brilliant! - the first one finally let go of my lips, but I haven’t decided yet to even pull up my skirt, shivering and continuing to shine in front of the boys with my bare pubis with a half-rubbed inscription. - This is your car? Go!

He resolutely headed for my car, and I went behind them, and without thinking of straightening up my skirt, let alone put on my panties. So I got to the car, catching surprised looks from passing cars ... And hoping that the nature of my occupation is not too clear from afar. And so all the signs were on the face: a skirt pulled up over the hips, lowered panties, sperm leaks on the hips and in addition a bill, protruding from the neckline, clearly showing that everything was paid for. About, ...