Fucking Sluts (of the Apocalypse) 2

Hi everyone.

Back with another segment of the nastie sluts story!

I try not to post without content or good reason, but just a heads-up - I've started a new thread on SFS available here:

https://chyoa.com/chapter/Miss-Hart-and-James%3A-Field-Work-on-Probation.1171268

I know it's not patreon content but I am writing more and more eaach month and the more appreciated I feel, the more I feel like writing. I do tend to go where my interest is however, because that keeps me interested and keeps the qaulity up!

The next patreon addition after this will be Major Pump Part 3.

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Damn it I think, annoyed as I watched Tammi eagerly kneeling before Bill, her mouth wide open as she received that fat load all over her face. I never get here early enough to get alone time with him!I think, biting my lip before I greet Bill. Still trying to garnish his attention, I walk forward and kneel down next to Tammi.

My tongue softly drops from my lips as I run it across Tammi's forehead, giggling in delight at the salty taste of his cum gracing my tongue. I bring my lips down and lock them around Tammi's exchanging a deep, cummy kiss for her all for Bill's amusement, my tongue hungrily wrestling with hers as I trade his load back and forth. Finally, I let Tammi go, refocusing on Bill. I'm now kneeling before him, his cock towering over me like a great tan obelisk.

I can tell it casts a shadow over my face. I’m in the dark.

Then, I do what I was born to do - I lean in and wrap my lips obediently around the tip, sucking on his sensitive, post orgasmic cock and purring hungrily before I pull away.

Bill is so potent. There is always so much cum to suck out of his cock. Even as I’ve slurped the thick, heavy juice from the meatstick, I can see long, ropey drips oozing from the tip and dangling down to plop onto the floor, one after another.

‘I'm here for my assignment tonight Bill.’ I purr, on my hands and knees, arching my back which causes my skirt to ride up and reveal my immense, lightly tanned ass. I wiggle it with a giggle as Bill waves his hand dismissively. ‘Gonna need ya on waitress duty tonight doll.’ he grunts.

I giggle and nod, but inside, I'm furious. Fifteen minutes late and I probably would have gotten railed by his utterly perfect, god-like cock. Never the less, I push myself back up onto my platform heels and giggle, turning around and wriggling my ass in his face as I pull my skirt back down. "Yes Sir!" I say, my voice chipper.

I make my way to the bar section of the whorehouse and take a look around. Already, half the waitresses are busy, either getting railed or shoved under the tables. It's not so bad. This was one of the most popular areas of the whore house. I'd be making a good name for myself. I check the register and see a table of five hasn't been served yet.

I double check my make up before walking over to the table. There are five men there, muscled, powerful, perfect. I giggle to garnish their attention. "Hi Boys!" I giggle, bending over and shaking my breasts from side to side. "Can I get you started with anything? Whisky Sour is the house special tonight, or if you'd rather get right to business, I'm your girl! Remember our house motto! *If a slut isn't Nasty! Then she isn't a Nastie Slut!" I remind them, straightening and turning around to present my immense, half revealed backside to them.

I might not have been a top-rung Nastie whore yet, but I knew perfectly well what effect the round, jutting, spherical orbs of assmeat were going to have on the set of studs. Giggling, I jiggled my ass a little bit for their pleasure, allowing the rippling of my tanned, globular booty cheeks to make the skintight tube skirt ride up my giant can.

‘Fuck that is a monster bubble butt!’ one drawled.

‘I think we’ll pass on the sours and go straight to the sweet stuff…’ another said.

Instantly I felt a large hand grope along the fleshy but solid and unyielding curve of my massive ass, fingers planted into the firm skin.

‘Fuck this slut’s junk is tight!’

Another hand from behind slid between my ass cheeks and under, sliding into the juncture between my thighs and finding my always-slick cunt. The finger explored my wet tunnel quickly, before they retracted and the hand spun me around.

I whirled to see the set of men already rising from the circular table and beginning instead to circle around me. I made the all-too familiar move of getting down onto my haunches as the heavily-muscled wall of studly brawn advanced upon me, giggling, sticking my tongue out and smiling at what was to come.

‘Hell stud, you're talking about my butt, what about the size of your dick?’ I giggled, ostentatiously fitting my hands around the bulge that was lodged down from his groin almost all the way down to his thigh, my hands choosing to highlight the size of it even more with one hand placed at the top near his fly, the other at the end near where I took to be the head. That bump, a round, apple-shaped protrusion, extended down to his fucking knee.

‘Oh my God....’ I spelled out with my plump inflated bimbo lips, overpronouncing each word as I slowly rubbed the long, turgid protrusion with an overhand grip down the fabric. Looking up, he grinned widely as he watched my hand caress the fabric covered horse dong, while above and around me other faces appeared, along with the sound of zips.

With one hand I undid the zip of his trousers, and to further sustain the performance, used the slack to pull his trousers downwards. The preposterously thick, vascular root of a truly vast fuck tube came into view. I began pulling his trousers down all in one, letting it into view inch by inch. The heat of excitement grew in my body.

‘Damn baby, you got a fire hose in here!’ I said as I kept pulling it out. With a sturdy yank, I pulled and freed what was left of the fat, long cock from his trousers. It sprang out, flipping upward, and lewdly smacked against his chest. The tip of it touched up near his right shoulder. It looked about sixteen inches long to my experienced eyes.

That was the point that two massive cockheads slapped, each from either side, over my eyes, and I felt another hot, hard, wet, crown smack onto my forehead from behind.