‘Servicing cocks is the only reason you exist – huh, Susan?’ Craig said.
‘I’m enslaved to them, sir!’ she answered.
‘Wow!’ Jim declared as he lay back in bed, aimed his thick, 11-inched pole toward the ceiling and instructed, ‘Give me your ass, bitch!’
‘Eeeh, yes, sir,’ she squealed, then straddled him and dropped her anus onto his prick.
Howard then climbed up in front of her, launched his 10-inched spear between her lips and yelled, ‘I’m gonna’ plug the hole in your stupid face, you fucking, filthy whore!’
Simultaneously, Craig was sitting against the headboard in a t-shirt fondling his cock.
‘You’re filthier than a pigsty!’ he laughed.
‘Yeah, and lower than your own shit!’ Jim crowed.
Meanwhile, the tart was feeling thoroughly humiliated, which brought her to a moaning orgasm.
For 15 minutes, though, Howard and Jim violated her until the former withrew from her oral trap and sprayed jizz into her flinching eyes before Jim slammed his into her guts.
Craig then placed an ash tray on the floor, ejaculated in it and ordered, ‘Lick that clean, twat-rag!’
‘Yes, sir!’ – and she did as told to conclude the party.
However, she achieved local infamy the next Friday night when Craig filmed his buddies tag-teaming her, and started showing the movie on the video-machines at his work-place – though while she never admitted it, she often wished she knew how many customers jerked-off over proof that she was a filthy whore!
The End