My pussy was dripping wet. I bit my lip softly feeling my juices slide down my thighs. My hands pressed against the large window that touched the floor all the way to the ceiling, revealing my slutty appearance to all the passengers on the street. My eyes trailed all the strangers passing by, hoping they’d notice me. I was craving every single man's dick. Yes, without even knowing their names. Sometimes even without seeing their faces. I don’t know how long I’ve been standing there, just waiting patiently. It felt like split seconds and sheer eternity at the same time! But I was enjoying presenting myself in public almost as much as I was looking forward to meeting Mr. A for the very first time. Curiosity burned all over my skin as I heard the door finally open and my Owner greeting Mr. A. It was very hard not to but I didn’t dare turn around and look at them after being told to hold my position. Tingles erupted all over me as the two men approached me from behind. “Isn’t she beautiful? Even with the mask on you can tell she has a stunning face.” My Owner motioned for me to turn allowing me to proudly face Mr. A with a smile. Mr. A had a smirk on his face, seemingly now very excited and agreed right away. “Pretty, and super sexy indeed.” By this point, my legs were already shaking from excitement and the fact that I was able to hold the position for so long in my boots that had heels much taller than I’m used to. Maybe I was going to get rewarded for it. My pussy was already dripping wet from the idea of strangers watching me look helpless and now I had two handsome men about to use me. I clenched at the thought, making me smile again. What a pathetic slut I am. The thought crossed my mind as I was trying to figure out how to stop my knees from shaking so fucking much. It seemed my Owner always had to warn me about my language, but it doesn’t seem to work. Anyways, I’ll certainly have to train a lot more for my Owner, that’s for sure. If looking pretty, and getting used like the whore I am are the only perks I have, then I’d better get them the fuck right. “Why aren’t you greeting Mr. A properly?” My Owner's stern voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly forgot about my disappointment in myself. But it didn’t stop me from hoping that he will punish me later for not being able to properly hold my position for long. Right. There’s no more room for stupid thoughts, nervousness, or even doubting myself. Only dick. Mr. A’s cock was the only thing that was on my mind as my Owner trained me to be a true cockhungry slut that focuses only on dicks when he wants me to. I quickly got on my knees, looking up at Mr. A to see that he was smiling at me while unzipping his pants. I could feel how rock hard he was when pressing my hand on his bulge through his pants. A dickhungry desperate bitch. I had to remind myself of who I was, taking Mr. A’s giant cock into my little mouth as much as possible. I gagged immediately and felt my eyes fill with tears, as I was already going back in, sucking it in even deeper. Now there was no hiding behind the black mask, there was no hiding behind my innocent golden curls that were pulled into a ponytail just the way my Owner likes it. Even my big brown eyes couldn’t distract from the true patheticness of me being a desperate slut anymore, as I was pushing my head back and forth, enjoying every single time I gagged. Mr. A was holding me head down and fucking my face, dominating me. “Want to feel how wet she is from sucking your dick?” My Owner asked, teasing my cunt with his fingers by running them up and down my labia then gently pushing two fingers inside. Almost immediately I could feel my pussy dripping down my thighs again as he stopped touching me. “Turn around,” Mr. A commanded, so I did. Quickly after, my Owner made his own commands. “Ass up, legs open, and spread your ass cheeks with your hands. You know how to do it, we’ve practiced this,” he said sternly. I obeyed and revealed my cunt to Mr. A who pushed several fingers deep inside me right away. I gasped and held onto the window to keep my balance. He was fingering me hard and fast, I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore. It was almost unbearable. “P-please, Sir, I can’t…” I was stammering and moaning between each word. Mr. A didn’t seem very impressed, but my Owner explained to him that I was very sensitive and should be a bit more gentle since I was reaching my limit. As blush spread over my face knowing that I couldn’t live up to Mr. A’s expectations. He was used to my tough slut-sister Sugar who definitely wouldn’t be complaining and whining like I was. Mr. A’s eyes narrowed, stilling drilling his fingers inside me.