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We all took a break, the men to recuperate and Kathy helped me clean my face with a clean bar rag she found behind the bar. Guy 1 was opening the other bottle of champagne and pouring out more glasses. I looked at Kathy and asked how much longer.

"Twenty minutes," she replied.

I shook my head in despair. Guy 2 stood in front of me and told me to get on my knees and get him hard again.

"I want to fuck your whore cunt again." Yeah, I definitely hated him the worst of the two men. My guy was a gentleman in comparison.

I sank to my knees in front of him and took his flaccid prick in my mouth. He drank his champagne as I did it. It was relatively clean. I'd been sucking his cock the last time he'd climaxed. It still had the cum which he hadn't ejaculated on my face, that he'd wrung out of his prick after. It took about five minutes to get him hard again and I had to work at it. He never got as hard as he'd been at first, but it was hard enough to slide into my slick sheath.

Before pushing up into me, he said, "What a fucking slut. I've never seen so Goddamn much cum in my life. It's dripping on the floor, for Christ's sake."

It didn't stop him from slamming into me with the intent of adding more. If I was a whore, what the hell was he for fucking me? A degenerate John, a disgusting one at that. After he was ensconced in my pussy, Guy 1 sat down and put my mouth over his limp dick. His cock was covered in cum, mine, his, probably Guy 2's as well as they'd left a puddle of soup in my pussy. It had congealed while we'd refreshed and it was sticky, cold and as nasty as anything I'd ever put in my mouth. I was too tired to pay proper service to his shaft, so he was fucking my head up and down his cock. I was barely licking and sucking anymore, my lips and tongue sore from the last eighty minutes of sucking cock. I just formed my mouth and throat into a hole he could fuck and let him fuck me.

The asshole behind me wanted to get a least one other orgasm out of me. He was frigging my clit again and as tired and miserable as I felt, I was going to cum again. Guy 2 seemed to have the jerkiest fucking motion. No long, slow strokes, no deep plunges, just staccato fucking like his cock was a machine gun going off. With his finger working my clit the same way, I was so damn close to cumming again.

"Ninety minutes. Time's up boys."

Shit, I was so close. I pulled my mouth off Guy 1 and yelled, "Don't stop now, fucker. Fuck me, you bastard. Make me cum."

The little shit almost squealed in delight knowing I didn't want him to stop until I orgasmed. Since he wasn't stopping, Guy 1 didn't stop either. He pulled my face back over his cock and plunged up into my throat. I swear, if his cock wasn't all the way in my throat, it was damn close, though he wasn't as hard as his first time round either. Finally, I reached my crest and started moaning through my orgasm, clasping the cock inside me in spasmodic contractions. Guy 2 groaned and sent whatever his balls had left up my wet, sloppy pussy. Guy 1 climaxed shortly afterward, no longer spurting cum, but little dribbles coming from the head of his cock soaking my tongue.

Guy 2 slapped my ass, saying, "Great fuck, slut. You ever need more help with a fucking bet, I''m your man."

Guy 1 milked the last tiny bit of cum out of his cock and rubbed it in my hair. I just collapsed on the couch. They got dressed. Guy 2 took the last of the champagne with him as he left. Kathy went to the sink and got water on the bar cloth. She put my head in her lap and started wiping the cum and spittle off my face. I knew she couldn't get it all. There had to be some in my hair only a shower would wash out.

Kathy stroked my cheek and said, "We need to wipe some of the cum off your pussy, honey. Can you do it or would you like me to?"

I didn't want to move. "Can you, please?"

"Sure, baby."

She gently spread my legs, wiping them down as she got closer and closer to my pussy. "Tell me if it's too sore," she said. She started dabbing at my vagina, gently wiping the slimy cum spilling out of my sheath. It was sore. I'd been fucked four times in the last however many minutes, but the cold cloth was soothing and I knew it had to be done. She got up and rinsed it out and returned, getting more of the sticky stuff off me, then wiping the worst of the mess off the couch.

"That's about the best I can do without getting in a shower, Brooke. We need to get you back. I don't know how long they intend playing poker tonight. Let me help you get dressed."

"Okay."

"We're not going to put your panties back on. I think they'd get real soiled if we did."

"Okay."

I was pretty numb as she helped me put my dress back on. I'd never removed my shoes. She tucked my panties in my purse, called for a cab and told him to call us when he was outside. Maybe a quarter hour later, Kathy got a call and she said we'd be right down. She took my arm and led me downstairs and out into the waiting taxi. She climbed in beside me and held me against her shoulder while the driver asked where we needed to go.

"Stop at a drug store," Kathy said. "I need to make a quick purchase, then the Grande St. Lucian resort."

The driver found an all night drug store and Kathy ran in, coming out five minutes later, and then he took us back to my bungalow.

"The lady have too much to drink at the club?" The driver asked as Kathy paid him.

"Yeah, too much to drink," she answered. Too much cum and not enough alcohol, I thought.

Kathy helped me into my bungalow. "Brooke, you need to take a shower now. We have to get you cleaned up before Tanner comes back. Can you do it on your own, or do you need help?"

I felt punch drunk, in shock, hardly able to function. "Help, please."

"Fine. We need to use this too." She showed me the item she'd purchased at the drug store, opening the package and taking out a bottle.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A douche. We need to clean your pussy, baby, or cum is going to be leaking out of you tomorrow and maybe the next day. It wouldn't be good for Tanner to see that, right?"

"No, Tanner can't know."

"I know, dear. Tanner can't know. Get your dress off. Let's get you in the shower."