Slutty CEO Roadtrip Pt. 03
Exhaustion.
Her body had reached the limit of endurance. Her knees were beginning to ache and the repeated wanking of the various cocks being pushed through both holes in the cubicle walls was causing cramping of sorts in her arms as she maintained the constant movement back and forth.
As much as her spirit was more than willing to continue, her flesh was waning. Also, she found she banged her fist far too often against the cubicle wall whilst pumping the cocks and she was positive she was going to have bruising on her hand for a long while after.
It was a little awkward too, getting her ass over each protruding cock. She had taken a shot of cum between her legs earlier, the remnants of which were now draining out of her and across the floor, but the stress on her body had deterred her from doing any more than resting against the wall and letting the men thrust into her from the other side. As much as the anonymity of it was a turn on, the practicality meant she missed having balls slapping against her pussy too.
She had wanked off and swallowed several separate loads from many different men and there had been at least four that had prematurely ejaculated over her hand. This had created the sticky residue currently coating her. It turned her on to smell like a used slut, and caused a conflict between wanting to be coated in cum and taking it in her mouth. Her original idea about keeping it as clean as possible, was long gone.
It was becoming hard to keep track of numbers of cocks she had serviced but the experience became very moreish. Each cock looked different, but all special in their own way. Long. Short. Thin. Fat. They all responded to her and she enjoyed every minute of her ministrations.
She experimented with the idea to cup her mouth around each hole in turn and let the unknown men basically fuck her from other side, keeping her lips clamped around the knobs each time and limiting the depth they managed to get each time with each thrust to save her gag. Each cock started by tasting slightly differently, but after almost an hour, they became indistinguishable.
It was becoming almost a public service. She was a public service slut. The men came in to use the toilet and she was their clean up afterwards with additional relief. Who could say no to joining the queue?
There was only one cock she really wanted though, and that was the driver's. She hadn't seen that one come through the wall yet and was hoping for it at some point; perhaps it was going to be the next one.
Please.
She needed his.
The rest were just practice whilst she was waiting for him.
It was a prevailing thought as time went on, that the progressively louder conversations of the men the other sides of the wall never sounded like the driver, and she began to wonder if he was there or knew she was in the cubicle.
Fuck, she had missed catching that last ejaculation. That had been a blast and a half. It had gone everywhere; in her hair mostly. She quickly clamped her mouth over the end of the cock in case of a second squirt and licked it clean before another cock popped through the opposite hole and she switched concentration, aware of the cum now sticking her hair together.
She had a fleeting thought that she would be cleaning herself up for days at this rate, then the heady excitement of what she was doing, with complete abandon, pushed her to grip hold of the next member introduced through the wall. The cum was all down her legs too. The stockings were pretty much ruined.
What the fuck?
She was coated in it now.
Cum anywhere.
She may as well embrace the situation. Cum on people. Dump over me; I'll take it all.
She took the next blast in her face, watching with intrigue as the little eye in the helmet pulsed momentarily before it's owners ejaculation. A little more watery this time, her participation in the action felt decadent and hedonistic. She was feeling practiced and making the whole procedure more efficient.
How many was that?
She licked her lips to clear the dribble that had formed there and watched the spent cock shrink a little before it was withdrawn from the hole.
Fleetingly she wondered about whose cock that had been? Was it a young single man yet to find love or between girlfriends? Would this experience be a lasting memory, one that he would replay countless times in his head for years to come. Was it a married man being ignored at home and desperate for some physical attention? An older man perhaps, long forgotten but still capable. She would never know, but as the next cock was introduced, she felt the unexplained urge to complete the same mission.
Had she conditioned herself now to it?
Was she that much of a slut?
Did she care?
Oddly enough, she felt happy crouching there on the edge of the toilet seat, legs apart to brace herself, breasts swinging as she attended to each side. There were worse places to be and things she could be doing.
It was just the cramp in her arms that was marring the process.
...
There were a mixture of emotions when the door was forced open by the driver. After an initial shock of the intrusion, it was a relief to see him standing in the doorway, though there were many bodies behind him, craning their necks to get a glimpse of her. She was aware of faces and beards and bald heads, but no one she recognised in those few seconds.
A part of her felt instant regret that the afternoon activity was coming to a conclusion, and a confused dismay about that fact.
Suddenly she felt a cum sodden mess and as much as she still felt extremely turned on, there was a sudden and considerable element of fear about her naked and vulnerable position. Maybe the driver was right? It was time to finish and get out of here.
What did the driver have in his hand? Where were her clothes?
A broad strip of cloth was being handed to her as he angled himself into the cubicle, closing the door behind.
Well, what good was that?
It wasn't enough to wrap around her breasts, let alone shield her pussy in a demure fashion. Why hadn't he brought other clothes?
The reality came crashing in as he retook hold of it and moved closer to wrap it around her eyes. She didn't know where he had got it from, but it looked like it had been ripped from a tablecloth.
It was going to be a blindfold, obviously shielding her eyes from what was the other side of the door but also to create a little more anonymity for her. The afternoon was not complete after all.
Fuck.
Why did that not concern her?
Of course her body was to remain naked and exposed. What was she thinking? One last opportunity to be exposed and erotically humiliated. She half expected to find a collar and leash in his back pocket to lead her around by.
There was still a cock drooping through one of the holes in the walls, she noticed. It seemed almost sacrilege to ignore it, but she stayed seated meekly, bowing her head for him to wrap the material once around her face and tie it at the back like a sort of bandana. Her last view was of the driver's own bulge between his legs, and she couldn't help but reach out and gently caress the mound behind the zip.
Of all the cocks she had serviced that afternoon, sucked, stimulated, wanked off and fucked, there had been only one she truly missed. There it was, the other side of a patch of denim. If only he would pop it out and bend her over to take it?
The bandana seemed secured and she rested her blindfolded face against the driver's crotch as he checked it. She now felt the bulge against her cheeks and if possible, the feeling turned her on even more despite the uncertainty as to what was about to happen to her.
So what now?
She heard the door open and instinctively stood up ready to walk out.
The reality, however, was that the driver wasn't going to walk her out. She felt him stoop towards her and then his shoulder in her midriff. Next thing she knew she had been pulled over his shoulder and taken off her feet in a fireman's lift.
Though her next thought was that her spunk covered body was going to wipe itself all over his clothing, the prevailing concern was that her naked ass had been opened and displayed at head height for everyone in the convenience.
She was obviously still in the toilet. She could hear the taps running to one side.
She felt her breasts rubbing back and forth against the back of the driver's coat as he moved, her nipples being constantly agitated and feeling like bullets. Her arms dangled helplessly behind her rescuer which actually felt good for the cramp in her arms which almost immediately began to alleviate.
The driver's arm was clamped protectively around her buttocks to keep her from moving and she felt the muscles in her legs begin to relax too with the position she was in. Her stockings were keeping her legs warm which only made the sudden chill on her naked ass feel more erotic.
Conversation.
A urinal over to one side being used. Taps turning on and off.
Male laughter and repartee.
She was obviously the focus of their attention. She could hear some complimentary comments. Some extremely rude ones too, but generally pleasing to hear regarding her body.
As much as she felt completely exposed in this humiliating hold, there wasn't much of her that wanted to shield herself.
Why was that?
Had she truly discovered her true nature right now?
She was feeling a kind of nirvana in this moment.
Now a hand on her ass. Obviously not the driver's, this one's skin felt manicured against her cheek. It traced her curves and between her legs.
A soft smack.
Fuck.
A finger was at her pussy and probing its way inside her.
A harder smack from another direction. Another, different hand. She felt the suspenders strap move against her thigh as the hand wiped away.
Yet another hand now; rougher this time, tracing the outside of her curves. Other hands on her breasts, pinching at her nipples and groping at her meat.
Shit. She was being displayed as a kind of.party favour and being opened for use. There seemed to be no expectation on her to respond or actively engage, and luckily so as she didn't think she had the strength.
