The friend biker finishes in me and moves to my head. He takes a handful of my blonde hair and wipes his cock clean. I just lay there. I feel more movement between my legs and then another cock enters me. The other friend is fucking me now. He lifts my legs for leverage and I just look at the ceiling. I wonder if all of the guys will come back here one by one. Can I fuck them all? I don't see why not, all I have to do is lie here. He grunts and pushes into me hard, filling me up again.
"What the fuck is going on?" I hear my biker's voice.
The other friend pulls out of me and I feel a fresh load of cum leak out of me. The pool table must be a mess. My biker moves closer.
"Denny, we thought she was fair game." The friend says.
"Get the fuck out of here." My biker who I guess is Denny says.
I hear the guys shuffle out and the door close. He grabs my hands and lifts me up. He looks angry. I am out of it and don't really care.
"What the fuck were you doing? Were you going to fuck the whole house?" He screams at me.
I look at him and tilt my head. I don't say anything but I can feel my own anger rising. He is not backing down. I slide off the table and my legs are a little wobbly. My skirt falls down over my legs but my uniform is still bunched at my waist. I pull it up and slide my right arm through the sleeve.
"Well, do you have anything to say?" he says.
"What do you want me to say? Am I not the right kind of whore for you? Did I fail biker slut 101?" I say and pull my left arm into the sleeve.
"You could have fought them a little." He says.
I look at him and I had had enough. I stop trying to button my uniform and walk to the door. He grabs my arm and I spin around.
"Get your fucking hands off me. Obviously I can't even do slut right. Leave me the fuck alone." I say and rip my arm away from him.
