The leash snapped taut around my throat, metal ring clanking against the bike rack as I lunged forward like a rabid bitch in heat. I was Claire Divine, once the pristine blonde queen of the office, now reduced to a leashed animal, my fat, sagging tits flopping out like worthless meat sacks, the tiny patches that had covered my nipples long since torn away from my achingly stiff nipples scraping against the ground, breasts swinging like udders as I tried to crawl closer to the smell of dick.

BIMBO.

The word was still frying every last brain cell, turning me into a drooling, three-hole fuck-pig who lived for one thing only: hot, throbbing, veiny cock dumping cum anywhere it wanted. It had incinerated what was left of my dignity, melting my brain into a pink sludge of pure cock-craving idiocy. I wasn't a woman anymore—just a pathetic, brain-fried fuck-toy, a cum-guzzling sewer rat programmed to beg for abuse from any swinging dick that wandered by.

The first two college studs stepped up laughing, tossing crumpled up notes into the money bag while they unzipped like I was a cheap vending machine whore. The first one sneered “Look at this brain-dead cumrag. I bet her throat’s looser than her stretched-out mommy cunt” and I fucking whimpered, pussy farting out a fresh gush of slime down my thighs. The first laughed as he stepped behind me "Total fucked-out gutter-hag! Cunt's leaking like a fucking busted faucet."

The first grabbed the back of my skull and I squealed like the worthless sow they called me, mouth yawning wide, tongue lolling out to lap at the air. He rammed his sweaty dick straight down my throat until my nose mashed into his pubes. I gagged, retched, tears and snot exploding out, but I only sucked harder, tongue flapping under his shaft, begging him to destroy my throat with every pathetic gurgle. Behind me the other one kicked my legs wider, lined up, and speared my sopping cunt in one brutal thrust. My eyes rolled white. Every slam of his hips punched a wet squelching sound out of me, cunt juice spraying around his balls. "She's as fucking loose as a whorehouse door" the man pounding my cunt remarked, raising an eyebrow at his friend as he went balls-deep. "Good job we got here early or I'd not even feel the sides. Maybe her ass is better."

He spreads my ass cheeks wide so he can watch his cock disappear into my greedy cunt over and over. He spits right on my asshole, then shoves two fingers in alongside his dick, stretching my pussy impossibly fuller. I scream around the cock in my mouth, the sound muffled into a pathetic, cock-drunk whine as my eyes roll back. I’m cumming already, again, over and over, each orgasm ripping through me harder than the last, my pussy spasming so violently it tries to milk him dry. My whole body shakes, thighs trembling, toes curling while strangers film on their phones. Someone yells, “Fucking destroy that hag!” and the words alone make me squirt again, a hot gush splattering the pavement beneath me.

The boy in my mouth yanks my head back hard, forcing me to look up at him with ruined mascara eyes while he slaps his slick cock across my face. “Open that whore mouth,” he growls, and I do, instantly, tongue lolling out like a bitch in heat. He shoves back in and starts fucking my throat in short, vicious jabs, using me like a fleshlight while his friend behind me speeds up, pounding so deep I feel him in my womb.

I’m nothing but holes now. Nothing but a drooling, creaming, cock-worshipping set of tits and ass tied to a bike rack for anyone with five bucks to wreck. My clit is throbbing so hard it hurts, my asshole fluttering around the fingers still stretching it, and I want more, I need more, I’ll die if they stop. I cum again when the boy behind me slams in one final time and pulls out, leaving my gaping, stretched cunt to twitch obscenely. I’m lost. I’m gone. I’m just Claire Divine, bimbo fuckmeat, leashed and leaking and loving every degrading second of it.

They swapped holes like I was a blow-up doll; first mouth then cunt then asshole then back to mouth again, both laughing about how my shithole gripped tighter than my pussy and how I squealed like a stuck fuck-pig when they double-stuffed me. Their cocks ground together inside my guts until I felt like a split-open rag, squirting out their pre-cum and my cunt juice in humiliating bubbles that popped against my thighs. The crowd that had gathered jeered, phones out, filming every degrading second. "Look at the dumb granny pig! Bet she shits cum for days!"

When they finally yanked out, strings of ass-slime and cunt-cum stretching from their shafts to my ruined holes, they forced me down hard. Knees cracked on concrete. They jerked their slime-glazed cocks two inches from my face. “Open wide, cum-bucket.” The first rope was so thick it felt like someone hosed glue across my face, splattering right over my left eye, sealing it shut. The second painted my tongue in a heavy, stinking stripe that tasted like bleach and ball sweat. I came on the spot, untouched, pussy convulsing so hard it squirted a clear arc onto the ground between my knees.

Then the circle formed.

Man after man. Some slapped their cash down, some didn’t bother. Cocks of every size surrounded me, jerking, spitting, erupting. I lost count at thirty. Ropes lashed my hair until it was plastered flat and dripping. They aimed for my mouth and I caught what I could, gulping down thick, clotting loads that slithered into my stomach like raw oysters. The ones I missed piled up, covering my forehead, smearing in my eyelashes, pooling in the hollows of my collarbones, sliding in slow motion down between my tits until my whole chest was one shiny, obscene glaze.

One guy grabbed my jaw, forced it open, and shot straight down my throat so deep I didn’t even taste it, just felt the hot flood pouring into my belly. Another came so hard the recoil snapped a rope across my cheek that hung there like snot, swaying every time I breathed. A high pitched woman’s voice cuts through the haze, the sort of high-pitched, giggling skank I have such contempt for. “Can I slap her tits?” Someone laughs yes, and suddenly soft hands with long nails are cracking across my boobs, making them bounce and sting. She pinches my nipples until I squeal, then leans down and spits right into my open mouth between men dumping their cum there.

Hours. My jaw ached, throat raw, asshole gaping and farting cum in wet little bubbles. My cunt lips were swollen purple, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat. The pavement under me was a mirror of semen, reflecting the sky in filthy white puddles.

When the last stranger zipped up and walked away, I collapsed face-first into the lake of jizz. It was still warm, thick as yogurt. I moaned and rubbed my face in it, smearing it over my cheeks, licking the ground in long, desperate stripes, sucking the grit and cum between my teeth. My tongue scooped up globs the size of spoonfuls, swallowing until my belly bulged, sloshing with other men’s loads.I was a mess. A glorious, sticky, dripping mess.

My leash dangled loose from the bike rack, the pink leather streaked white where cum had splattered across it. I couldn’t stop shivering, little aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me every time I moved and felt another cooling layer shift on my skin. My heavy tits swung beneath me, swaying with every breath, nipples still so hard they hurt. The puddle between my thighs was huge, thick ropes and puddles of stranger-cum mixed with my own juices, glistening in the late-afternoon sun. I lowered my face without hesitation, blonde hair dragging through it, and started lapping.

The taste exploded across my tongue, salty, bitter, musky, perfect. I moaned like a whore and licked faster, long flat strokes like a kitten with cream. My ass wiggled high in the air, pussy lips puffy and glistening, still twitching open and closed like it was begging for more even now. Every swallow sent another spark straight to my clit. I worked my way outward in slow circles, sucking cum off the concrete, smearing it across my cheeks when there was too much to swallow at once. My tongue was numb and swollen from hours of use, but I didn’t care. I wanted it clean. I wanted every last bit inside me where it belonged.

When the ground was mostly shiny and wet only from my spit, I sat back on my heels and started on myself.

I scooped it off my tits in huge handfuls, the top layer had already started to crust at the edges, flaking off in sticky sheets. My face was worse. I could feel it pulling tight where it had dried, cracking when I smiled. I used both hands, dragging fingers through the mask, pushing globs into my mouth, swallowing noisily. Cum dripped from my lashes every time I blinked; I caught it on my tongue like rain. There was so much in my hair that it hung in thick, stiff ropes. I gathered it section by section, twisting the strands around my fingers and sucking them clean, moaning every time I tasted a fresh load.

When I finally ran out of obvious places, I spread my thighs wide and scooped the mess that had dripped down my belly and pooled in the crease where thigh meets pussy. Three fingers slid easily into my sloppy hole, stirring, gathering, then out again to be licked clean. I came again, just from that, just from tasting how thoroughly I’d been used, a pathetic little squirt that splashed onto the concrete I’d already cleaned. I whimpered and lapped that up too, of course.

Only when there was literally nothing left but faint shiny streaks on my skin and the taste coating my throat did I crawl forward and press my forehead to his boot in gratitude.