The parking lot was quiet, the kind of quiet that made my heart race with anticipation. I could hear the faint hum of fluorescent lights above me, casting a dull glow over the cracked pavement. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted the short skirt clinging to my hips, the cool evening air brushing against my bare thighs. I knew they’d be here soon. I could feel it in the way my body tingled, the way my breath quickened just thinking about what was coming. 

Then, the first car pulled in. Headlights cut through the darkness, and I squinted as the beam momentarily blinded me. The engine died, and the door opened. A man stepped out, tall, broad-shouldered, his face shadowed by the brim of his cap. He didn’t speak, just approached me with a slow, measured stride. My pulse spiked as he stopped inches away, his gaze raking over me like I was nothing more than a piece of meat.

He grabbed my chin, tilting my face up to his. “You’re here for this, aren’t you?” His voice was low, rough, sending a shiver down my spine.

I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

His hand moved to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my long brown hair. “Good girl.”

I didn’t have time to think before he pushed me to my knees, the rough pavement biting into my skin. His belt buckle clinked as he undid it, and then he was shoving his cock into my mouth. The taste of him flooded my senses, salty and musky, the head of his shaft already slick with pre-cum. I moaned around him, hollowing my cheeks as I worked him deeper. His grip tightened, forcing me to take him all the way down, until my nose pressed against the coarse hair at his base. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made my pussy clench.

“That’s it, take it like the filthy cocksucker you are,” he growled, thrusting harder. I gagged, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t stop. My hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his jeans as I let him use me.

He pulled out abruptly, leaving me gasping for air, strands of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. He stepped back, and I could see the outline of another man approaching. My body buzzed with anticipation as he pulled down his pants, revealing his already hard length. I didn’t wait for him to guide me this time—I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth, relishing the way he groaned as I sucked him off.

One by one, they came. Ten men, their cocks filling my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I lost count of how many times I came, my body writhing with pleasure as they took turns pounding into me. The smell of sweat and sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint scent of motor oil and damp pavement. My thighs were slick with arousal, my aching clit throbbing with each thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” one of them muttered, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed into me from behind. His balls slapped against my ass, the sound obscene in the quiet parking lot. I could feel him getting close, his cock pulsing inside me.

“Cum inside me,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Please, I need it.”

He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic before he finally stilled, his cock twitching as he came. Hot cum filled me, and I moaned, arching my back as I felt it drip down my thighs.

Another man stepped up, pressing his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth obediently, letting him fuck my face as the first pulled out, his cum oozing out of me. The new taste of him mixed with the remnants of the last, a heady combination that had me moaning around his shaft.

“You were born for this,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Look at you, taking cock like it’s all you’re good for.”

“It is,” I gasped, pulling back to look up at him. “I’m just a cum dumpster.”

He chuckled darkly, slapping his cock against my cheek before pushing it back into my mouth. “Damn right you are.”

The night blurred into a haze of pleasure and pain, my body used and abused in the most delicious ways. I was filled, stretched, and covered in cum, my skin sticky and my hair matted with it. The taste of them lingered on my tongue, a mixture of salt and bitterness that made my stomach churn in the best way. Their voices filled my ears, a mix of praise and degradation that only made me want more.

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” one of them hissed, his fingers digging into my ass as he fucked me from behind.

“Thank you,” I moaned, my voice trembling. “Thank you for using me.”

He chuckled, leaning over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re fucking perfect.”

When it was finally over, I lay on the cold pavement, my body aching and my mind blissfully empty. The men gathered around me, their faces shadowed but their satisfaction clear. One of them knelt beside me, his fingers brushing against my cheek.

“You’re unbelievable,” he said, his voice soft.

I smiled weakly, my eyes fluttering closed. “I’m just here for you.”