Oh my GOD ... How much cum does this guy have in him??? This is what is going through my head, as I feel the fourth spurt of cum hit my face. I am not talking little dribbles. These are surges of cum so strong that I flinch when each one hits me. How the FUCK, can a guy cum so much??? If I could open my eyes, I am sure I would see him grinning like the Cheshire Cat, as he sees how thoroughly he has painted my face.

As I try to push the cum out of my eye sockets, I can hear him laughing. I am slowly able to open my eyes. Thank God I was able to close them in time, when I realized that he wanted to cum on my face, after he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I guess it is my own fault that he came so much on my face. I had been really teasing him with my lips and tongue. He impressed me with how long he held out, because I am very good with my mouth and can usually get guys to cum very fast when I suck their cocks. But this guy, he just kept going and going, like the Energizer Bunny. That is why I broke out my extra special skills, to let him know that NOBODY beats Karen. So, as you can see from all the cum on my face, dripping down to fall on my ample tits, that I won ... Or did he?

As he continues to laugh at me, he pulls out a hand full of bills and tosses them at me, as I kneel at his feet. To increase my shame, a few of the bills stick to the cum on my face and a couple stick to my tits. Through my cum sticky eyes, I squint to see that most of these bills are ones and fives. “What the FUCK????” I want to scream at him. I may not be a top shelf whore anymore, but I am far from the kind of woman you pay with small bills. However, for the sake of future business, I swallow the curses that I want to spout at him, along with quite a lot of cum, that actually made it into my mouth, when he tried to drown me just now.

As I try to get the rest of his cum off my face with one hand, I am scrambling around on my knees trying with my other hand, to catch all of the dollar bills that are starting to scatter around the alley, where I parked. Just as I grab for the last bill, I see him out of the corner of my eye. He is still laughing loudly, as he leaves the alley without even looking back at me. I mean nothing to him. I am just a whore, covered in his cum, on my knees in an alley, desperately grabbing for money on the dirty ground.

Thirty dollars ... thirty fucking dollars... 3 fives, and 15 ones... “Is this all I’m worth?” I think to myself, as I try to wipe the cum off of the bills and flatten them, to put in my purse. My GOD ... I used to have guys pay me 200 dollars just for a lap dance, and the chance for a hand job. Now I am sucking cocks in a dirty alley for thirty fucking dollars??? I have got to stop accepting these lousy fares. I always said it back when I was dancing, act cheap, get treated cheap. From now on, I stop acting cheap ... well, unless I got to make the rent of course.

As I am thinking this, my cell dings, letting me know that I have a message. I see the message and smile. “Well, things are looking up,” I think, as I see that one of my regular “Fares” wants a ride. He was one of my first “rides with benefits” as I call them. After I started driving for a ride share service, I sort of stumbled into the opportunity to get paid for doing more than just driving. “John”, the guy who just texted, is not only one of my more frequent riders, but he is also one of my best paying ones. So, I definitely want to look my best for him.

Using my handy sterile wipes, I make sure that all of my previous fare’s cum is off me. Then I pull a change of clothing, out of the bag I carry, with extra clothes in case I need them. I select a “shelf bra”, which is a partial coverage bra, that pushes my 36DD tits up and out, but leaves my nipples and upper portions on my tits exposed. John loves my big tits, so this will drive him crazy. I don’t even bother with panties. I just slide a pair of thigh high stockings up my legs, and attached them to a black lace garter belt, that matches the bra. Over these, I shimmy into a spandex mini skirt that hugs my full ass so tightly, that you can easily see that I am not wearing panties. On top, I button up a sheer white blouse, through which my big hard nipples practically poke holes. To complete the look, I slip on extremely tall high heels, like the ones I used to wear back when I was stripping.

I take some extra time, to redo my makeup. I am going for a very specific look. I go heavy and dark with the eye liner, and I go “fuck me red” with my lipstick. I make sure to go over the edges of my lips. I want them to look big and full. I want them to look like lips made for sucking cocks. In fact, I want my whole look, to scream WHORE. Forget what I said about acting cheap and getting treated cheap. I know this guy and what he likes. I also know that he pays VERY well for what he likes. So, don’t judge me.

When I look at the time on my phone, I freak out. I am really going to have to rush to get to the pickup point, that he sent to me. I get the idea that I can make up some time, if I take a short cut. Unfortunately, the shortcut takes me through an area, that I am not very familiar with. It is also a very sketchy part of town. I am not one to judge. God knows that I have lived in some pretty shitty places before. It is just, that this area is not very safe, especially for a woman alone, especially now that it is getting dark. Oh well, I will rush through, and I should be OK. I know, famous last words.

As I go to put the address into my phone, I realize that it is stone dead. What the FUCK??? I thought I charged it last night. Things get even worse, when I realize that I can’t find my fucking charging cable. Already committed to this route, I just hope I can remember how to navigate this part of town. I realizes after just a few turns, that I am all turned around and lost. However, I just keep going, thinking that I will come out some place that looks familiar to me. This hope is fading faster and faster. Finally, I decide that I am going to have to stop and ask for directions. But where? Finally, I see a group of guys on a corner. They seem pretty sketchy, but luckily, it is fairly well lit, so I feel safe enough stopping.

I realize right away that my assumption that it is safe, is WAY wrong. They all come around the car and one really large man leans in my open window. Please don’t think I am racist when I say that they are black. I don’t mean it in any racist way, only to accurately describe them. They are also quite large and intimidating for me, a petite, five foot, two inch woman. I try to act brave, and I try to keep from stammering as I ask them, “Ddddo any of yyyou know how I can ggget to 1st Avenue?

“Yeah Momma, we know where you need to go,” the one leaning in the window says, and then laughs. His friends join him laughing, and I feel chills rum up and down my spine.

“That’s right Baby ... We will get you where you needs to be...,” another one adds.

I see how they are all staring at me, and I follow their eyes back to see that my already big and hard nipples, are even harder, and are visibly poking through my blouse. I instinctively wrap my arm over my tits, to try to cover my very obvious nervous excitement. As I do this, I look down, and see how my short, tight skirt has ridden up my thighs, so that the tops of my stockings are clearly visible. In fact, I can almost see my pussy peeking out. I look up and the hungry looks on the guys’ faces, tell me that they have seen it all also. As I look at myself in the mirror, I see exactly what they see, a cheap whore, in the wrong part of town, obviously looking for trouble. I realize too late, that I have found that trouble.

I think they see the look of fear that comes across my face. Maybe that is why the guy leaning in, is ready when I try to shift the car into drive. Before I can move the lever, though he has a very strong grip on my wrist, preventing me from moving it. With his other hand, he reaches in and turns the key, so the motor stops. Then he pulls the keys from the ignition and says, “Where you think you going white bitch? You just got here, and we all are looking to party some. By the look of you, you came out here looking for a party, too. So, why you in such a hurry to leave? What’s a matter bitch, you got a problem partying with proud black men?”

Not wanting to sound racist, I blurt out, “NO ... of course I like black guys ... I been with lots of black guys ... LOTS.” I am not sure why I emphasized “lots”. It is true that I have fucked quite a few black guys, but the way I said it, it kind of made me sound like a Queen of Spades or something. Maybe it was my nervousness and not wanting them to think I am a racist.

They all burst out laughing at that. Then the leader says, “That’s good ... real good. See boys, we got us here a real snow bunny. She want some black dick. Anybody here got some black dick for this white whore?”

They all started talking over each other telling me how much dick that have for me, the whole time grabbing very impressive bulges in their pants.

I almost SHOT straight up out of my seat, when the passenger side door opens, and a guy jumps in. At the same time, I feel hands grabbing my big, full tits. I look back to see that the guy leaning in the window has both of his hands around my tits. He is SQUEEZING them and pinching my protruding nipples with his fingers. I YELP out loud and reach for his hands, trying to push them off my tits. The back door opens, and I feel strong hands reach around my seat and grab both of my arms. These hands pull my arms back HARD, pinning me helplessly against my seat. This position makes my already ample tits, stick out almost obscenely.

To add to my exposure, the Leader grabs the edges of my blouse and YANKS it apart, fast and violently. I hear the material tear and the buttons POP. My blouse now hangs open uselessly. I look down to see my big tits held out by my shelf bra, as if they are being presented on a platter, for this group of guys. A group that clearly is intent on raping me...

As my mind realizes that I am going to be raped, I start to struggle. I fight against the strong grip, holding me back and helpless. My struggles are useless. In fact, all I accomplish, is forcing my tight skirt even higher on my thighs, so that now my pussy is completely exposed. To my great shame and horror, I see that they all notice that I am completely shaved. To add to my shame and horror, I see that they also notice that my swollen pussy lips are glistening with wetness. Any of you that have read any of my other stories, know that I have a thing for rough sex play with dominant people. Unfortunately for me, my body doesn’t know the difference between rough sex I ask for, and rough sex that is thrust upon me.

As I am thinking about how wrong my body’s response is, I feel the leader push a finger into my very wet pussy. He pulls his wet finger out and shows it to all of his friends saying, “Look here fellas ... this freaky bitch is fucking soaked. She surely want to get all our dicks up inside this here nasty white cunt.” Then he stabs two fingers inside me, and finger fucks my fast and hard. I hear the squishing and squirting of my treacherous pussy, and I want to SCEAM. Then I realize that I should be screaming, so I do.