I was sucking Les's hard black cock while one of the other guys from the garage was filling my ass. In and out, up and down. The two cocks had a rhythm in my pussy and my mouth. I was peaceful and content. The cock in my pussy was so big that it filled me, creating wonderful sensations as it went in and came back out, my excited pussy dripping around it as I greedily sucked the cock in my mouth waiting for my reward. I wanted a generous load of cum.
But, Les pulled himself from my mouth and the cock in my ass slowed until finally, it too was withdrawn. I looked around. Les was just watching me.
"Don't stop" I begged pathetically.
Les smiled. I heard the other guys saying look at that pathetic slut and that excited me somehow. But, they were putting their cocks away and leaving. I was alone, whimpering for cock. I started to cry and piss on Les's sofa. Les rushed the room and started to slap me. Hard, biting slaps when suddenly I realized I was in TJ's bed, alone, and I was pissing in his bed.
I managed to stop the flow of urine as I came to myself, but the damage was already done. The sheet under me was soaked, as was the mattress pad. I jumped up quickly and holding back the urge to pee, I looked at the mattress itself. It had not gotten wet yet, luckily, so I sprinted, naked, to the bathroom.
I pushed the door closed as I rushed in and dropped onto the toilet, letting go with an enormous stream of piss. I was just starting to realize that my vagina was sore. Really sore. So was my ass, but most of all, my throat hurt terribly.
My throat must have been violated over and over for a good while after I passed out last night. I thought back to what I could remember and reached down to touch my pussy. The pee covered my hand as I rubbed my clitoris, already getting horny thinking about the previous evening's festivities.
When the flow of urine stopped, I put my fingers to my mouth and began to lick it off. I rubbed my pussy more and got my hand wet again and licked it off again and with my other hand began to touch my clitoris. I shoved my fingers into my mouth, reaching for my throat and felt the drool starting to form.
I forced myself to stop. I had things to do. I had to wash TJ's bed clothes and take a shower. I had to get Mommy ready to go. I needed money and she was going to go get it for me. But, most of all, I wanted cock. It was all I was thinking of.
I reached down to touch myself again, and immediately stopped myself. I got up from the toilet and wiped myself, inexplicably sniffing the toilet paper before I deposited it in the toilet. I flushed and watched it swirl away.
I turned on the shower and while the water got warm, I grabbed a towel from the closet.
The shower was hot and refreshing. I loved the feel of my own skin, lubricated with soapy lather, gliding across my skin, tracing the outline of my tits, caressing my flat stomach, tracing the outline of my shaved pussy before beginning to massage my swollen clitoris.
I stopped myself again, finished my shower and dried off.
Dressing quickly, I threw on a pair of jean shorts, a push up bra and a black leather vest. The black bra showed slightly in the low-cut v of the vest but it didn't matter because the v was filled with my massive tits from the push up bra.
I went downstairs to discover the boys were gone, as were Mom and Dad. I wondered if they had gotten back from the sale or had spent the night at a hotel. If he had bought any livestock he may have had to stay to arrange to get it home to the farm.
I checked the phone and there were no messages but an overnight stay was the only answer. If Daddy had come home he would be out in the fields with the boys and Mommy would be here. I wanted to take her downtown because I needed more money. But, most of all, I wanted cock. Any cock
I reached down and gave my pussy a quick rub through my shorts and it sent jolts through my body. Out the door and heading to town, I couldn't wait anymore. I didn't know where I was going yet, but I knew I needed cock.
As I walked to town, thoughts of what I could do that was even more shocking than what I had done ran through my head. The first place I thought of was the garage. Problem solved.
Les was at the front desk taking the key s from a customer dropping off his car. He saw me walk in and smiled slightly and nodded almost imperceptibly. I nodded back with a smile and sat in a chair in the waiting room.
There was a sofa and two chairs, all fake leather and old looking, and the two chairs were full. I sat on the couch and crossed my right leg over my left leaning back and letting my chest was in full view of the two guys sitting there.
One guy was light skinned with dark hair with an upswept cowlick held in place by and abundance of gel. He was immaculately dressed and I guessed him to be a Mercedes. The other was alder, mid thirties maybe, with khakis and a polo shirt on. He was slightly balding and had a little beer settling in to his abdomen. I guessed him to be an American sedan of some sort. Malibu maybe.
I leaned over and picked up a copy of Car And Driver magazine from the table beside me. I began to leaf through it absent-mindedly while watching both guys out of the corner of my eyes. They were both checking out my tits so I would give them a little bit of a show.
As I pretended to read, I reached down and tugged the v of the vest down a little, revealing a little more of the bra.
They both were watching and I saw them glance at each other.
I continued to skim the article comparing the new Mustang to the new Camaro and the new Challenger. I shifted in my seat sticking my chest out even more. I smiled as I watched them and reached for the buttons of the vest.
I let the top one go and the top of the vest gaped as my breasts tried to jump out, but were restrained by the bra. And it was here that I got brave. I looked Mercedes guy right in the eye and smiled as I uncrossed my legs and planted my feet about a foot and a half apart on the floor.
