Darlene took a seat next to me with a stumble and moaned as she held her head in her hands. She seemed like she had just come from an orgy: her hair w...s a mess, nipples stood like stiff pencil erasers; her shoulders, cheeks, and chest glowed like a neon sign with the rosy blush of sexual arousal. The swollen outer lips of her labia glistened with vaginal lubrication."Too much party," she groaned, as she leaned her body against mine."Too much sex?" I asked."There's no such thing as too much. Her breathing was starting to deepen. I was actually starting to arouse her.I was shocked!The "working girls" didn't make love to their customers. They didn't actually even fuck them. They sort of just laid there, whispering things like, "Time almost up", or "hurry up", or "done yet"?" and let the customer do all the work. For the guy it was like masturbating, except it was into a warm body instead of a blowup doll.That's why I felt like a hero when I noticed her reacting to my show of. I heard her ask the guys if this was the last time and they said yes if you comply completely.I laid there motionless as I heard them tell her to go and lick the cum off of me. She approached me, kissed me very gently on the lips and started to lick the sperm off my face. I was shocked that I had actually kissed her back as that is something I have never done or would do. I had forgotten that that they had cum on my chest and shivers went down my spine when she started licking the sperm off my. I could feel his knuckles on my vagina while he undid his pants and belt. Releasing his cock. Shoving it inside me. He was fucking me. He was r****g me. Taking what no man has the right to take. I hated him so much then. I could feel my skin get hot and my rage flare. God I hated him...because I liked it. Oh heaven help my, I loved it! I began to cry then. No sobbing or choking through my underwear still jammed in my mouth. Just tears running down the sides of my face. He saw my.