Kelly had been nice, and anyway Laura needed to keep working here. She just moaned a bit, and pushed her pussy forward a little, hoping Kelly would take the hint and go down on her. "Oh, no way, honey," said Kelly. "I'm supposed to be working. You are too, for that matter. Plus I don't eat carpet unless there's a guy involved too. Your fingers will have to do." Laura moaned in frustration as Kelly got up and left. But at least her panties were down. She sat back down on the toilet and began raping her snatch with her fingers, trying to cum as quickly as possible so she could get back to work. Her mind filled with the image of the slut on the stage swallowing the man's cum, and she felt herself orgasming within minutes. The orgasm left her helpless and shaking for nearly a minute. When she had recovered, she licked her fingers clean, did her best to dry her pussy with toilet paper, and then took the chance to japan empty her bladder as well. Afterwards she realized she had no one to help her pull her exotic panties back up. The only alternative was undesirable but inescapable - she let her panties fall the rest of the japanese way down her legs, and then kicked them off, leaving them on the floor. It felt extra slutty to just leave her underwear lying there at the base of the toilet, but she wasn't allowed to touch it, so she had no choice. At least her brain chemistry was returning to normal - no longer overpowered by her need to orgasm. When she returned to the public areas, luckily Edgar didn't seem to notice she had been missing, and Laura returned to her work. Her skirt was short, but not too short, and she thought that most of the time no one would have a chance of seeing that she was now without panties. The exception was when she bent over for the customers though. After she told them a fact about her sexual kinks ("I enjoy the taste of pussy") and asked them if they liked her sex-balloons, there was no escaping the fact that bending forward to show them her fuckhandles gave anyone behind her a clear view up her skirt to her pouty, wet vagina. The first couple of times she did it, Laura reached back to reflexively tug her skirt down, which only drew attention to the situation. She heard wolf-whistles behind her, and blushed a furious red, knowing she'd just shown off her twat to strange men. The second time wasn't any better, or the third. Eventually Laura became numb to it, and resigned herself to the fact that her vulva was going to be on display every time she took an order. She focused on smiling delightedly at the customers as they complimented and occasionally squeezed her milkbags, and not instead bursting into tears at the constant humiliation of her life and the continual pain in her chained rapemelons. By the end of the night Laura was nevertheless getting wet again. Despite her humiliation, and despite having masturbated to orgasm once, the never-ending presence of naked titflesh wherever she looked was having a definite effect on her body. Laura wondered how she could possibly work this job on a regular basis - was she doomed to spend her time here in a permanent haze of horniness? At least tonight was almost over - Laura could take her sopping wet pussy home and force Erica to satisfy it. The bar was due to close at 2 am, and by the time that hour approached there were few asian men left in the club, and those who remained were roaring drunk. The last dancer of the night was finishing up an act in which she fucked her cunt with a large cucumber and then ate it sensually while rubbing her tits. Laura was serving a table of three men, who assured her they liked her fuckhandles, and was oriental leaning down to take their orders while giving the table behind her a beautiful view of her twat. She heard giggling coming from that table behind her as she started to take down an order for three full-strength beers, and then suddenly she felt a man's thick finger push between her labia and slide into her slick, eager fuckhole. She yelped, and straightened hurriedly. The man's finger slid out of her pussy, and she turned to see who had violated her. It was a short, ugly man with a long drooping moustache, grinning at her drunkenly. She started to open her mouth to yell at him, when something happened. The feeling of his knuckle sliding out of her twat had set something off inside her, and to her horror she felt an orgasm coming over her. “Because I couldn’t swallow your— your cock,” she replied, hesitant exotic to use that word in front of her dad. “Filthy…. They don’t use it much anymore and they let me come here when it’s not rented.” I conceived a plan on turning things around to be more oriental positive. Trish dropped back to her knees and crawled to her front door. What did I want her to do? Are you fucking my father Brianna?” She asked her. I'll let you fuck my cunt!" The boy could not say he did not sympathize with the bandits, however. They'd been married five years and had dated five before that. She sat up, clutching asian herself as she squirted like a fountain. That's it! Claire didn't know why, but she was somewhat proud that she was getting a compliment from him, even if it was about her being a slut. "I'm not so sure, because his was moving, and looked like it was being held down by his robe," said the older girl. Could you touch me down below? 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