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It will never be enough.
You squirm in place against the wall, rubbing your aching thighs together to hear the slick beads of come dripping out of your used pussy squelch together and the sucking sound of your pussy lips stretching back open when you spread your thighs wide again. You're wet and dripping and abused, your pussy fucked raw already, and it's not enough.
The next cock pushes through the hole behind you, nudging at your swollen pussy lips, and you push back against it greedily. You can't see it, but it's big and heavy, spearing you on the fat head with one slow push before your ass hits the wall and the man it belongs to can start thrusting, fucking into your pussy with fast, punishing thrusts.
There's no room inside you for anything besides his fat cock, pushing other men's come out of your pussy to make room for it with every thrust. You whine in protest, legs trembling and pussy clenching around his girth, heavy breasts pressed to the seat of the chair the bar owners thoughtfully gave you to lean on when you said you planned to be there for several hours.
The mingled come of the five men before him squelches out around his cock, turning the ordinary wet sounds of your pussy being fucked into something truly obscene, and you almost want to cry. You needed that come. You were almost full, and now you'll have to start all over again.
The man on the other side of the wall grunts and his cock jerks and twitches within you, spurting hot pumps of come deep into your pussy. It goes on and on, coating your walls until he's almost made up for all the come he forced out of you before, and you sob out a thank you as he pulls out and walks away.
Your poor, empty pussy clenches around nothing, missing the stretch of his fat cock already, and you squeeze your inner muscles as tightly as you can to try and keep his come inside of you until the next cock comes to plug you back up. You feel stretched, abandoned, lonely; the only the thing that will make you feel whole again is another cock stuffing you full of come, pushing it deeper and deeper into you until it finds its way into your fallopian tubes and maybe, maybe meets an egg.
The next cock enters you without warning and you do sob, then, as it catches painfully on the edge of your tender pussy for a second before the angle smooths out and it enters you fully, hitting your cervix with a bright flash of pleasure-pain before it retreats and thrusts back in again. You press your ass harder against the wall, begging for those deeper thrusts, the stinging pressure of a cockhead against your cervix, the promise of a deep, throbbing load of come.
Your pussy clenches down around the cock at the thought of that and your clit, aching and swollen after so much stimulation to your G-spot, throbs. You bring your shaking hand to touch it as gently as you can, and even such a light touch jolts you like a static shock, making your pussy convulse. The man behind you shouts in surprise and fucks into you hard, grinding against your cervix like he's pressing down on a bruise, and shoots his come against the back wall of your pussy.
You moan in time with his shouts, pressing down hard on your clit even though it's too sensitive, and let another orgasm hit you—short and sharp, a peak rather than a wave, over too soon and not all that exciting after so many. But what you really like, what makes the orgasm worth it, is the way your pussy walls close over and over again around his cock, milking it for his come, draining every single last little sperm out of him.
It's dripping out of you already. Your stupid body doesn't understand that you want it to stay there, to keep you full to bursting until you can't take any more. You want to be so full there's nowhere for the come to go except deeper inside, towards your hungry womb, filling that too. You're not stupid; you know you're ovulating right now. That's what makes it exciting.
You rest, panting, waiting for the next cock, and rub your hand over your sore abdomen. It's not that you want to get pregnant, necessarily. But the risk of it is hot. And if taking that risk means getting what you desperately want, a pussy full to dripping with the come of strangers, all the better.
Another cock. Your pussy aches, fucked past the point of pleasure, but you keep your ass pressed to the wall and let him fuck you through the pain, chasing that fullness and the hot splash of come inside you. This one won't be enough, or the next one, or the next one.
You lean harder against the chair and let yourself be used. You've got all the time in the world. You told the staff you'd be here until you were satisfied, after all.