It feels great flexing for an audience. Ever since I started taking calls for parties, weekends have been a blast. I show up at guys homes or apartments, dressed in what they want me to wear, and I come in to a room of raunchy cheering or demeaning slut shaming. I especially get hard from the shaming.
The group tonight is a bunch of gay guys. Apparently it’s a bachelor party before one of em gets married. The skimpy thong I have on just barely covers my small crotch, and I love how embarrassing it feels to be called names like “shrimp dick” and “himbo slut”.
I’m being called for a lap dance, and the guy in the chair is a fancy A personality type. He’s got an expectant expression and is practically demanding my presence with just his eyes. I dance my way over giving him a good view of my ass. Even as I shake my booty in his face, he’s quick to take over.
Man, the shrill noise I made when he spanked me. The way he abused me and punished me, treating me like a piece of meat…it had me leaking through my thong. My whole body stiffened when he started fingering me. My pliant anus was being pushed open by two invading fingers, and they found my prostate quick. I was shuddering in pleasure, and the raunchier the display, the more horned up the crowd got.
Eventually, the rest of the party was starting to gather, hard tents being released to show long, hard cock dangling around me. My mouth must have sampled have a dozen dicks over the next two hours. And my ass, gezus, my ass was being stuffed with everything from dildos and vibrators, to beer bottles and ping pong balls.
By the end of the session, they all surrounded me and covered me in their cum. And of course, they also tipped me by stuffing my crotch and anus with dozens and dozens of bills. I was then unceremoniously thrown out of the apartment and into the cold open air without washing up. They were courteous enough to toss my things out with me. But my ass was covered in nothing but a skimpy thong, some dollar bills, and semen. I took my walk of shame in the cold midnight air towards my car, and in this few minutes, I was jeered, shamed, cat called and whistled at.
Tonight was a good night














