My brain keeps making me dizzy at the idea of being a cumdump service at some bar, but everyone that uses me is super gentle and polite about it. My legs spread and tied so I can't move, my small cunt available for the line that forms during rush hour.
A regular says good evening kindly to me as he aligns his cock with my slit, sighing in relief while muttering he's glad I'm there to relieve him from his stress. He lets me have a sip from his drink while he teases my clit with one of the free toys the patrons can use on me. Kissing my cheek when he fills me with pent up cum, putting a tally mark on my thigh, and leaving a tip on the jar.
The next customer is new. I ask his name, he tells me he's there for his birthday. While a little shy at first, I coax him softly, telling him the birthday boy can go as rough as he wants. He squeezes my breasts in awe for a moment, his cock throbbing right on my pussy. When he finally slips it in his pace is needy and disorganized, pulling moans and small laughs out of me. I tell him there's no rush, but he leaves fingertip shaped bruises on me when he finally cums inside with one final thrust. He writes a tally mark on me and spreads my pussy open to pose for a photo his friends want to take of him. Thick white semen falls out of me as the camera flashes, his cum and the regular's mixing. He leaves a giant tip before thanking me and moving aside for the next guy in line.
The next is an older man, a tourist, who points out his wife who is watching us eagerly from one of the tables. I tell him she is really pretty, he says him fucking me was her idea. His mannerisms are foreign yet sweet, and it's clear they've done this before. He plunges his cock into me and tells me to wrap my arms around him; I do so obediently. He lifts me up slightly, hitting a spot inside me that makes me gasp in bliss. My nails dig into his back as I lay my chin on his broad shoulder, letting him use me like a toy as he wishes. My light frame makes it easy for him to treat me like a proper cumrag, but he whispers praises in a foreign language I don't speak. I simply nod and take his seed deep inside of me. When he's done, he places nipple clamps on me with large bills between them. Once he's left a tally mark of his own, he goes back to his wife who is grinning widely.
It is a long night for me, but I don't really care. My mind is ablaze with pleasure and happiness because every single customer is so lovely with me. There's a total of 29 tally marks on my thighs and ass by the end of my shift, and a dildo shoved inside me to keep all the cum from falling out.
I'm cleaning myself off when the bouncer walks inside, locking the door of the bar. He inspects my naked body, the somewhat blurry tally marks, and he grabs me by the neck saying, "I don't like that number being uneven, and you're yet to service the staff for their hard work." I laugh nervously, telling him my shift is over and I need to go home, but he laughs in my face. My protests go ignored; he wastes no time shoving me into a table and making use of my tired hole.
Once he and the staff have had their turn, they notice I am too tired and fucked out to move properly. So they help clean me and put me in nice warm clothes, calling a trusted cab to make sure their best worker gets home safe.
