Melissa was lying on a wide rectangular bench on her back, facing upwards at the bare strip lighting on the ceiling. Its legs were metal and sturdy, topped with oak that had been polished to perfection giving it a delightful, glimmering shine. In the corner of the nondescript white room was a red leather-bound armchair, designed for comfort, angled to face towards the bench. Surrounding the bench were four metal poles, protruding from the ground, strong and sturdy, with a ball at the top of each, a couple of feet away from each corner of the rectangular piece of furniture she was laying on. The door directly opposite her feet swung open and an older man entered. His hair and beard were gray, matching his immaculate gray pinstripe suit. The sound of the man's polished black shoes could be heard clicking across the floor as he approached Melissa. He leant over her and looked her in the eyes through his thin silver framed spectacles.
"Are you ready?" he asked firmly, but with a hint of tenderness.
Melissa nodded in nervous anticipation as the man took a seat in the leather chair, making himself comfortable crossing one leg on top of the other. He leant back in the chair, resting his arms on the sides before ensuring everything was to his liking. When he was happy, he spoke in a calm, clear voice.
"Enter."
The door opened again and another man stepped into the room, dressed much more casually in a pair of joggers and a plain blue tee. He looked over to the man in the chair, who nodded at him, giving him permission to proceed. He quickly pulled off his clothes to reveal his muscular body, stepping closer to Melissa. She too, was naked, her small body looking weak and feeble as she lay on the bench. She was small, oh so small, barely standing over four and a half feet, her pale white skin a harsh contrast to her ginger hair, which was tied up in a pair of cute pig tails. Her small breasts were perky, the soft, supple flesh begging to be played with, her little pink nipples already standing to attention as she anticipated what was to come. Each of her limbs were tied with rope, stretching from her wrists and ankles to the metal poles surrounding the bench. The ropes were taut, ensuring that her legs were spread wide open and the man stared hungrily between them. Her delicate slit was already glistening with arousal and she couldn't help but blush as she felt the man's gaze dig into her most intimate place.
As he took in the delightful view before him he took his member in his hand, slowly stroking it until he was fully erect. He walked along the bench so that he was parallel with Melissa's face. She had been made up beautifully, her lips a bright red with heavy eye make-up to give a sultry, albeit slutty, look. The man stepped closer, bringing his throbbing head millimeters away from her face as she immediately opened her lips for him. He slid straight inside her mouth and into her throat, moaning lustily as he felt her wetness enveloping him. In this position Melissa couldn't move her head much, so she lay there, allowing the man to fuck her face, feeling his balls slapping against her cheek with every thrust.
She had been trained to take this kind of abuse, her gag reflex almost gone by this point. She knew it was her job, her purpose, to service men and she loved the role she had been given. As the man fucked her throat with greater gusto spit began to drip from her mouth, coating the man's cock and dripping onto the bench below her. Save for a few breaks to let her catch her breath, the man showed her no mercy and after a few minutes, her lipstick was smeared all over her face, mascara running as the tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. He pulled his cock from her mouth, rubbing his slippery prick all over her face before taking himself in his hand, stroking vigorously.
Melissa stared up into the man's eyes, hunger filling them as she whispered desperately, "Please."
That was what he needed to be pushed over the edge as he shot spurts of warm cum over her previously pristine face. Some landed on her forehead, some in her open mouth, and some dribbled down her chin. After he had calmed down, the man casually pulled his clothes back on and walked out of the room.
The man in the chair smiled, readjusting his position in the chair to stay comfortable, before speaking again in the same calm, cool tone. "Next."
The door swung open again and another man entered. He was older, with long black hair and a mustache, stripping as soon as he stepped through the door. He had a pudgy belly and a thick, wiry nest of pubic hair through which his already hard cock sprouted. He stepped up to the bench, positioning himself between Melissa's legs. Her arousal had only become more obvious after being used, streaks of her juices causing the skin on her thighs to glisten. She smiled at the stranger through her messed up, cum covered face and whispered, "Please."
He pressed his head against her opening, easily sliding inside her hungry hole. He quickly built up a rhythm, sliding in and out of her swollen pussy as her moans filled the room. The man sitting in the chair watched happily, before instructing another man to enter the room.
"Next," he shouted.
Melissa was so entranced by the pounding she was receiving that she didn't even notice the third man enter until his twitching cock pressed against her lips. She flicked over her eyes to look at him and gleefully took him into her mouth, opening her throat to another strange man. The two men moaned huskily as they each used her holes for their own pleasure and gratification. She was loving every second, completely submitting and switching her brain off as pleasure overtook her body, focusing on the feeling of being stretched and used. It didn't take long for the first orgasm to hit her, shaking and spasming on the hard bench, vibrations radiating through her throat, causing the third man to twitch, quickly withdrawing from her eager mouth and unloading over her face.
"Next!" The man in the chair shouted and within a matter of seconds, a fourth man had taken the place of the third, sliding into Melissa's well used mouth with reckless abandon.
