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that my tariffs, like a cheap whore, will soon be etched forever, I tried not to think.

In the car, I sighed with relief. However, my tormentors didn’t have enough - the girl took the keys from me, and they forced me to kneel in the front seat, while the guys sat down on the back, and then, according to their order, they had to squeeze between the backs and start sucking the limp members. Moreover, the angel added: “You will report on readiness” ... And I began with diligence to “put up” the members of the boys, trying not to think about what my bare ass looks like, lowered panties and, accordingly, everything else, paraded in the eyes of the surrounding motorists - The windows in my car were not toned, but it was a fine day outside.

However, after some time, when the guys got their erection in full force, and when I reported on this girl, my condition changed - I was already sucking with all the diligence, feeling how it flowed again. My thoughts stopped spinning around the shame of my appearance in the eyes of others, and shamefully slipped to the question: when was I fucked - in the car or already upon arrival? The remnants of my upbringing were horrified by this fact: am I really such a fuck, how do these young people think of me? Am I really ready again and again to surrender to them at the slightest whim? Alas, despite the last thoughts, my lips with a little ring diligently slid on one rigid trunk, now on the other, and my breath was lost due to the desire to get them into any hole between my legs ...

Finally, the car stopped, but I continued to suck alternately on each of the guys - there was no command to stop ... and despite all the shame of what was happening, I was carried away so that I didn’t want to break away from the hard male organs that were so deliciously filling my mouth.

While I was working hard on the members with all the zeal, the trio argued: should the guys pay me for the blowjob? The girl argued that if the whore sucked, it means that her work should be rewarded, the guys argued that until they finished in her mouth, the work is considered not finished, and is not payable.

It was terribly humiliating to listen to their reasoning about me, especially in the third person, as if I was not here. They discussed what was called with other lovers the highest degree of favor and trust, as if this was not the highest act of love, but an unfinished renovation in the apartment. However, it seemed to me that I was beginning to like that with my body and all the holes they were so easily treated, without sentiment and romance ... “Brrr! ... What kind of degrading feminine dignity does my mind go into? “I was horrified, not forgetting, however, to serve the mouth and tongue of the guys.

Meanwhile the trinity came to a compromise, and mine Job throughout the journey was estimated at half the cost.

- Remember, I gave you a hundred more? Said one of the guys when I was finally allowed to straighten up. - So, pyatisotka rightly yours, repulsed the favor.

“Thank you for letting the whore suck off while you were driving, and even paid for it,” said my lips, almost without my participation — after all, I should thank men for rewarding sexual services in their current status ... And then I automatically took out the bill out of the bra and put it in the glove compartment, where she usually threw a trifle ... Now, this money was earned by “honest” work, from which, no matter how shameful it sounds, I began to receive not only physical satisfaction. I almost shook my head from thoughts that derogate me from my essence and from how easily I uttered the last words ... and did not immediately close the glove compartment.

- Oh, what is it? The tablet? Let me see! - the angel pulled my hand, not allowing me to close the lid, and grabbed the tablet. - I wonder what was our whore in a past life? Now let's see her email and social networks. Passwords saved something?

I became cold: the angel got to the point - I visited all the mails and networks without hesitation, and in the meantime she continued: - Surely all of your statuses are like “You will understand that I am an angel only when I turn my back on you”. Ah-ha-ha, I laughed for a long time, when one of the whizzes read it. What do you think guys put in the status of its current rates?

"Oh no! But not this! ”, She thought with horror, recalling how many“ friends ”I have of romantic-minded admirers, employees of my company, and business partners, and all of them can only lick their bodies, which can be obtained only through long courtship , adoration and worship ...

Meanwhile, I was ordered to leave the panties in the car, they say, today I will not need them anymore. Fortunately, I was allowed to pull up my skirt, so I went out into the street, even though I felt like a cheap whore, but at least in a decent way, so that the oncoming men would lust over my figure without even knowing that this luxurious, sophisticated woman would meekly give everything 300 rubles, and sucks at all for a hundred ... And then, if she was finished in the mouth ...

We walked a little along one of the central streets from the place where we parked, turned into a well-yard, and then went to the front door with a combination lock. On the stairs, oddly enough, it was good and well-groomed, as well as very light from large, expensive, double-glazed windows, and I was the first to climb the stairs, realizing that the guys glanced over my legs and looked down the skirt, under which now there are no panties ... And even more aware that they can stop me at any moment and demand that one way or another please themselves.

My depraved thoughts were confirmed right there - one of the guys mumbled:

- I still have a stand on her!

- Yeah, there is such a thing - echoes another. - Ending reluctance, but a little fuck slut, I do not mind.

Hearing the last, I sighed, and then lifted my skirt high on my hips, put my hands on the wall and bent helpfully. Who am I to discourage boys from having sex with their whore:

- Your slut is ready to serve you according to the prices ...

“She knows her stuff,” grinned from behind. “Okay, consider how much we will owe.” Will you report the final amount in the evening ...

I was firmly taken by the hips, and then a thick cock burst into my vagina with one sharp blow, knocking the air out at once. I groaned and began to diligently podmahivat, obedient to male hands, putting me on the number ...

When the boy, who was processing me for a short time, came out, I almost groaned already from disappointment and began invitingly to twist my ass in anticipation of a new member, but the second had other plans:

“I don’t want to pay her,” he screamed, “so I’ll fuck her between boobs.” It will be, like, an advertising campaign. You do not mind, whore, advertise yourself to us?

No matter how terrible, I immediately dropped to my knees and began to unbutton my blouse, and then I moved the bra cups down, lifted my breasts in my palms and stared, chilling from humiliation and my own perversity - what was happening almost like sexual intercourse:

- Please try a whore between boobs, it's free, and if you like it, then please in any of my holes.

The guy grunted and put the penis in the hollow between the breasts, and I squeezed the hemisphere on the hard trunk, trying to faithfully look at it from the bottom up (which I did was disgracefully easy).

Fucked me hard between the tits, but I only dutifully squeezed the elastic flesh on the penis and sometimes touched the protruding head with the tip of the tongue, explaining:

- This is included in the promotion ...

“Marketing is the 80th level,” at some point I heard, and turning my head, I saw the angel taking me on a tablet. - Wow, this video turned out, you will download, a hundred points will give any porno!

I was cold with horror: everything I did was filmed on video ?! And it all happened as if I were selling my body on my own, with gusto ... Read more →

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