After three hours in between five gorgeous, sexy men in a booth, and five rum and cokes in, I'm ready to pay for my drinks.

I'm naked, on my knees, I already have cum running down my face, eagerly awaiting the new load.

The first guy was quick, a three-minute hard suck, and his load was released into my mouth.

I particularly enjoyed it when he put his hands against my head and thrust deeply into my throat, releasing his load with a massive groan.

One down.

Before I can even finish swallowing, I feel a new, larger cock hit the back of my throat. gentler than the first, the new cock throbs as it builds tension-- With an electric burst, it floods my senses as the new load busts past my lips and streams down my chin onto my chest...

Two down.

Covered in men's juices, eyes glazed with excitement, senses in overload with the scent of my body covered in sticky goodness, I await the next patron.

Three down.

As I place an offer of my mouth and ass for receipt, I'm being pushed forward on all fours, already finishing my next patron, I feel my ass being stretched wide as the next man enters me deeply. I begin to moan, trying to focus on giving these gorgeous men their payments.

Thrusting comes from both front and rear as the men begin taking their payments. My ass has been relentlessly assaulted over and over again, and I am eagerly accepting my fate, grateful that arrangements could be made. All five men have assaulted my body repeatedly. I have become cum-drunk this evening.

I hear the men talking between themselves, enjoying how they discuss taking turns on me, each having released themselves repeatedly in my mouth, filling my throat, before I have even had a chance to swallow the previous one.

I have these men's juices running down my chin, my back is covered in them, and I can feel them pooling up on my back, running down my ass, between my cheeks, it feels so good!

After what seems like only hours of fun, the evening begins to slow down, each man exhausted, yet satisfied with the events that transpire, happily awaiting the next time a "Guys' Night Out" occurs.

I lie on my stomach, covered in these men, their juices having filled my body, smelling the heavy, musky scent of semen, sweat, and cologne, licking my lips, feeling satisfied, yet still wanting more.

I think back on my evening with delight and a smile. This is the only way to pay for drinks.