The man behind me pulls be back, the last squirts of the dick in my mouth hitting my face. I feel my wrists pulled back as I kneel, still speared by the shaft in my ass, and he leans me back against his chest, his legs between my knees and keeping me spread even as he forces my chest out.
The first two have recovered and stand in front of me stroking themselves. They must have enjoyed the show because they quickly add more jism to my face and chest, wiping their cocks on my lips as I lick them clean. I am pushed forward and down onto my hands again, and someone else grabs my hips and begins to fuck my ass. I lose track of who is where, and I don't care. I suck the cock in front of my face, sometimes swallowing, sometimes wearing the load when they pull out. I push back onto whatever is behind me, screaming my pleasure as I feel them add to the cum filling me, or the warmth on my back and ass cheeks as they pull out to paint me. I don't know how long it goes, how long they use me.
I realize I am laying on my back. My skin is stiff from the cum drying. I feel someone straddle me, but I don't have the energy to open my eyes and see who it is. I feel warm wetness take in my dick, and I moan. It is her, fucking me, taking from me what I so wantonly took from the others. I give it to her quickly, the gripping feel of her pussy bringing me quickly. She milks my cock and balls, pulling every drop from me before lifting herself off. She pins me with her knees, sitting on me so that her full pussy is over my mouth. She grabs my hair, pulling my head up and forcing my face between her legs. I lap up the juices from her, swallowing every drop of my own cum from her, sucking and licking her until she cums and adds her own wine to the mix.
She smiles down at me and stands. I see she has on only her boots, her coat draped over the chair she must have watched me from. She tells me to get up, and I slowly work to my feet. She takes up the leash and leads me back to the door. There is a mirror on it, and the room is brightly lit. I see my face, make-up smeared and cum still dripping. I watch as the loads of cum drip down my chin, my chest, the inside of my thighs. The sight reminds me of how I got that way, and my cock responds. She gives me my tail to carry, and opens the door. I am hit by the wave of sound from the club. She hands me my red coat but tells me to carry it, not put it on. I am beyond carrying about who sees me. I hear the laughter and cheers, the giggles and whispers, as we make our way back out to the front doors. I stand naked and proud with my eyes down. I can feel her satisfaction, her pride in me, in the words everyone is echoing.
"Look at that cock slut." "That's a little slut kitten."
I smile as she puts me in the back seat, wearing only cuffs and collar, boots and cum. She slides behind the wheel and takes her cock slut home.
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