Mature friends

I wear my red heels, net stayup stockings, a blue pleaded miniskirt and just a short leather jacket.
I have nothing underneath. Mom's heavy droplet earrings and a leather collar from the pet shop. I made my lips a little redder than I otherwise would and put on my blue eyeshade.
He - Mr Olofsson - likes me like that I know and he likes to pick me up at the side of the street.
It's in the evening and we meet in the clubbing area of the city.
He arrives on time and I get into his big Mercedes. To my surprise he is accompanied by a friend.
He introduces himself as Mr Holmgren, a longtime friend. They are both of roughly the same age, with grey hair and beards, wearing similar grey suits and ties.They are both close to seventy and could both be my grandfathers.
We stop and park quite soon and step out. They walk me along the street, both holding me, one on either side. A lot of peple are about and many stare at us. We stop at a sex store with a lot of sexy clothing and toys in the window. They have me pose in front of it, with the red light above, and take a number of pictures. I open my jacket for them as they ask and lift my skirt and they urge me on.
Soon the jacket and skirt are in a bag that Mr Holmgren brought. They have me pose naked like that under a street lamp and take more pictures.
I get increasingly aroused by their excitement, the posing and the many watching.
They have me bend forward over the hood of a parked car, and then pose on all four on the sidewalk in front of a shoe store. People gather around and some comment, some take pictures and others just walk by.
The crowd calls for me to masturbate for them and Mr Olofsson instructs me to lie back on the sidewalk and bring myself to a climax.I obey but it is so hard. I caress myself and close my eyes to concentrate but Mr Olofsson orders me to look up. It feels like hours until I finally climax and they all applaud. I lie panting on the cold sphalt for a while as they both spit on me. More do so and some pull their cocks out and masturbate over me. Warm cascades of strangers' cum rain down over my body.
After a while I am pulled up and grouped and passed around. There are hands and fingers everywhere - on me and in me. Olofsson and Holmqvist laugh and take pictures.
After what seems like an hour they pull me along and walk me back to the car and we get into the backseat with me on the floor. As instructed I sit between their legs and take their cocks out and suck them off. They both cum qiuite quickly in my mouth and I swallow their cum. Once finished they get back in the front and they drive me home. Only after stepping out do they give me back my skirt and jacket. "Thank you sweetheart, you are a lovely filthy whore!" Mr Olofsson says as goodbye.
I put the jacket on first, as they drive away. Not bothering I turn and walk the short way into the apartment house just holding my skirt.
As I stand waiting for the elevator I feel a strange mix of pleasure at having pleased so many, arousal and shame. The taste of them lingers, as do the voice and cheers of the crowd. Once back home, I get a message with a link to the many pictures they have taken and uploaded and I watch them. I sit embarrassed and ashamed as I caress myself and bring me to another orgasm.