CUMQUEEN OF THE FESTIVAL-2

The next group was bigger. Six guys this time, clustered near the edge of the EDM tent where the bass hit so hard it vibrated in my chest. They were older than the last ones, mid to late twenties, shirtless and glowing with sweat under the colored lights.

I walked right into the middle of them, cum still leaking down my thighs from the first round. The black and silver paint was streaked and messy now, my nipples completely exposed.

"Evening, boys," I said, voice low and rough. "Any of you want to fuck a painted slut in public?"

One of them, buzzcut with a thick beard, nearly dropped his beer. "Holy shit. You for real?"

I turned slowly, letting them see the cum streaks on my ass and the way my pussy lips glistened. "Already took four loads. Looking for more. You in or you just gonna stare?"

Buzzcut stepped closer. His hand hovered near my tit like he was scared to touch. I grabbed his wrist and pressed his palm to my breast.

"Feel that? I'm soaked and ready." I looked at the others. "All of you. I want blowbangs first. Then I want you inside me."

They moved me fast. Behind a cluster of speaker stacks where the shadows were deeper but still visible to anyone who walked past. Phones came out. I didn't stop them.

I dropped to my knees again. Six cocks out in front of me. Different sizes, different shapes. I started working them with my hands and mouth, switching constantly. Sucking one deep while jerking two others. Spit dripped from my chin onto my painted chest.

"Fuck, she's good," one groaned.

I pulled off long enough to say, "Harder. Face fuck me."

Buzzcut grabbed my head and pushed into my throat. I gagged but opened wider, letting him use my mouth. Tears pricked my eyes. Another guy slapped his cock against my cheek while he waited.

They took turns. Rougher than the first group. One would hold my head while another thrust deep. My mascara ran. Spit coated my neck and tits.

After a few minutes Buzzcut groaned and came down my throat. I swallowed most of it, coughing a little as he pulled out. The next guy stepped up immediately.

"More," I rasped. "I need all of you to cum on my face or in my mouth first."

They did. One after another. Hot ropes landing on my cheeks, lips, tongue. I kept my mouth open, tongue out, collecting what I could. Cum dripped from my chin onto my tits, mixing with the smeared paint.

When the last one finished, my face was a glazed mess.

I stood up on shaky legs and bent over a low metal barrier, ass out toward them.

"Who's first to fuck me?"

Buzzcut moved behind me. He rubbed his still-hard cock through my cum-slick folds, teasing my clit.

"You sure you want this out here?" he asked, voice lower.

"Stop talking and put it in," I snapped.

He pushed inside in one slow thrust. Thick. Stretching me open again. I moaned loud, pushing back until his hips met my ass. He stayed buried deep, grinding, letting me feel every inch.

"Goddamn she's tight," he muttered.

Then he started fucking me. Hard, steady strokes that made my tits swing. The metal barrier dug into my hips. Every thrust pushed fresh cum out of me, dripping down my thighs.

One of the others stepped in front and pushed his cock back into my mouth. I sucked him while getting railed, body rocking between them.

Buzzcut fucked me faster. The wet slapping sounds mixed with the heavy bass. People were definitely watching now. A small crowd had gathered at a distance, phones up.

I pulled off the cock in my mouth. "Next. Switch."

They rotated. The next guy was longer, hitting deeper. He gripped my hips and pounded me, grunting with every thrust. I came hard around him, pussy clenching, legs shaking. He didn't slow down.

"Fill me," I gasped. "Cum inside."

He did. Groaning as he pumped deep, adding to the mess. When he pulled out, cum gushed out of me.

I turned around, back against the barrier, and spread my legs wider. "Next. I want to watch your faces while you fuck me."

Another one stepped up. He lifted one of my legs higher and pushed in. The angle let him grind right against my g-spot. I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in as he fucked me deep and slow, then faster.

My painted tits bounced with every thrust. Cum leaked out around his cock. I was making a mess on the ground.

"Harder," I breathed. "Use me like a whore."

He did. Slamming into me until I came again, moaning loud enough that more people turned to look.

They kept going. Rotating through all six. Some came inside me. Others pulled out and added to the mess on my body. By the end I was covered, leaking, and still aching for more.

I slid down the barrier until I was sitting in the dirt, legs spread, cum pouring out of me.

"Water bottle," I said suddenly, pointing to one of their backpacks.

Buzzcut raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Give it to me."

He handed me a half-full plastic water bottle. I unscrewed the cap and, right there in front of all of them, pressed the rounded bottom against my pussy.

I pushed it in slowly. The thick plastic stretched me open. I moaned, head falling back as I worked it deeper, fucking myself with it while they watched.

"Fuck... that's hot," one of them whispered.

I pumped it in and out, letting them see how my pussy gripped the bottle. Cum mixed with water squirted out around it.

"More men," I panted, still fucking myself. "Find me more. I want eight next time. And I want them to fuck me while I have something in my ass too."

Buzzcut stared at me like I was insane. But his cock was twitching again.

"You're gonna get yourself in trouble," he said.

I pulled the bottle out with a wet pop and stood up, legs trembling, cum running down my legs.

"Maybe I want trouble." I wiped some cum from my cheek and sucked it off my finger. "You coming or not?"

They followed me back into the crowd.

My heart was racing. The high felt sharper now. Darker. Like the more I took, the less control I had.

And the scariest part?

I didn't want to stop.