MI had fought with my mother because I was already fed up with making the house a constant expansive cloud of smoke thanks to her not being able to live without tobacco. I said horrible things. My hand flew off and seized by my impotence at not being able to resolve things, as soon as noon was waking up perfuming the kitchen with its classic stew, I preferred to leave in a slam door. I didn't greet my mother, and I didn't eat anything.
Went 20 blocks to my cousin Matías' house, a guy who always has what I need in moments of uncontrollable anger. Sex, fights, beer, some guys with whom I have fun and, an exaggerated but effective way of getting on my side, no matter the topic.
I owe him almost all my vices, but I took his virginity the afternoon I got tired of him staring at my tits sideways, or making a fool of himself to touch my ass, and of his first erections crumbling in the heat of my 21 years.
Three years ago we were having sex, he would invite his friends and I would willingly give myself to get good flowers. But that afternoon he didn't expect me. He was alone, and he left in his underwear after my third ring.
Not even after I settled into an armchair did the Facha appear, his best friend. He was almost as tough as Matías. Only more lost and stupid.
The two of them started telling me that they had been on tour since Thursday, and despite it being Sunday, they didn't look as worn out as other times.
We'd been drinking beer eating old potatoes talking about the time they were in a rock band and some chicks they couldn't convince to get together. Then Mati brought a stone to make fires. I offered to do it while Facha insisted we should take acid. Since we didn't follow his lead, the dude sent us all away, and then started the round of the first fire.
I just realized how rough I was when Matt showed surprise at my appearance and told me so.
I explained to her what happened with my mom, that in the rush I left with what I was wearing. It was an old top, a pink shirt without some buttons, a ripped jeans on the knees and some worn-out sneakers. Plus I was disheveled, and added to the puffy eyes when grass did its thing in my mind, I looked unrecognizable.
Soon the Facha got stuck in boxers, and both of them started a show of innuendos for me to grab them. I was hot, but I wanted to smoke and only that. In the same way they re-manhandled me and I rode them on top of their underwear until they came.
But when I heard the door of my uncles' car open, I alerted them and decided it was best to take a few laps around there. It wasn't easy getting rid of them. They were really drunk and didn't accept my promise to visit the next day, which I had to make to them.
However, I soon felt the sun burning on my shoulders, my happy feet wandering the sleepless streets of the city during siesta, and my brain tangled in its own thoughts.
I bought a mineral water at a kiosk, some gum and a lighter later on. I gave some puffs to a big fat guy that I made for the road and kept walking.
I stopped by a friend's place but she wasn't there.
I entered a sports clothing store, but I left when I realized it was really lame, and I was laughing at everything. Plus, I felt like I was being stalked.
I bought myself an ice cream and ended up staining my shirt.
When I arrived at the square, I suppose it was around 8 o'clock because I didn't have a watch or cell phone, I collapsed on one of the benches and entertained myself by looking at kids, old people, and adults walking by. I lit the cigarette and, after taking a few puffs, felt immense desires to smoke.
I kept smoking and at some point in my attempt to touch her breasts I ripped off the two remaining buttons from her shirt.
So I was, scattered on the bench, smoking and squeezing my breasts when two officers brought me back to reality.
Miss, you know it's forbidden to smoke that crap on the public highway?!, said the fat and bearded one of the two.
Get up and turn that off... tell me your name and age!, said the other one who seemed older.
I told them my name is Romina, I'm 28 and apologized, unable to control my silly laugh about the trip.
The fat guy took away my cock and lifted up my hands.
We need to check her out, miss, so keep quiet and shut your mouth! said the old man, and both of them started searching in my pockets, feeling me up and touching me more than they should have.
I didn't wait and touched the fat one's cock, which soon started panting softly and murmured:
So you're hot momma while walking around half crazy!
They exchanged glances of desire and complicity, and soon the chubby one put two fingers in my mouth for me to lick and suck them, while also giving me sweet slaps with his other hand.
The old man kept rummaging and smelling my clothes, fondling my ass shamelessly.
I was almost in the middle of the two, so I felt like they were supporting my nipples on the body while trying to recover some balance. I couldn't stop laughing!
When the fat guy dared to kiss me on the nape of my neck, I felt my clitoris swelling with pleasure. I suppose that made me moan more and more uninhibited each time.
Are you a medium slut, you girl?! The fat guy found out!
No my love, but I love to get it on and have them suck my tits well! It slipped out of me while the old man's hands were slapping my ass.
Then the two of them were biting my nipples on top of the topsite, until the chivalry of the fat one lowered it a bit for their tongues to lick my nipples, while my mouth licked and bit their fingers as both of them sighed in ecstasy.
Until someone yanked me hard by the hair when my loss of control made me bite a finger with fury at the old man. I got flower from a slap.
I'm black, it's after 10... why don't we take her to the mobile and see what we do with the babe?!, said the fat one with authority while putting my arms behind my back and making me walk half on tiptoes.
In the patrol boat we weren't even for 5 minutes, since the police station wasn't far away.
In the office, the old man sat in his chair and took my data. The fat guy pushed me down to the floor with one shove and ripped off my shirt. He said that if I didn't comply with what they asked for, they would make a case against me for public sex and possession of prohibited substances.
My brains were pulverized by the frenzy and reality, and I couldn't reason from so much hashish in my blood.
The fat one closed the door with a latch and pulled out the cock outside of his pants.
Do you know how to blow a fat one?!, he said, aggravating his voice, and then I understood everything I could.
I don't know why, but I started licking a little and, all alone, I stuck to his pubis to start sucking that scrawny and long cock, but with a flavor that didn't let me stop smelling it, slobbering it, and rubbing it on my face.
The old man wrote and replied to some calls.
Until envy brought him towards me, and soon his cock also became captive of my mouth full of saliva and restless licks.
The old man had the shortest cock, but plump and with a head that was already appearing outside of the skin, red and wet.
The two of them were trembling when the heat from my teeth possessed them. I couldn't hear them, but I loved having them grab my mouth, knowing myself vulnerable on all fours before them.
Soon, when his eggs were still warm next to my tongue, and my hands were teasing those cocks on the verge of exploding, the fat man's voice thundered like a storm.
Get everything and stay in a dirty little whore's pants!
I did it without more, fast and nervous.
When I finished them two reddened their ass with some spanks that could be heard throughout the detachment's yard.
When the old guy pointed me with the barrel almost fainted!
You'd have to kill you dirty thing... you can't walk around with that pee smell!, she yelled in my ear, and I rolled over the table where I was writing before, on top of some papers, empty cups, the computer, cellphones, and pens.
The fat one was laughing out loud.
I ended up on my back, sore, uncomfortable, and with my head hanging. The last part was food for the fat one who didn't hesitate to put his cock in my mouth and make me suck him, feeling how all my thoughts were going out of my nose.
I couldn't lie to myself. I was enjoying those episodes.
While the fat guy whimpered each time he heard me begging between belches and hiccups, the old man shoved his rough fingers into my vagina. He smelled desperate and licked my underwear.
When he interpreted that among so much sucking I said I was pissing with fever, he warned me that if I didn't pee on his face like a little girl, he would blow the lid off my head.
I'm fat, the chick has the same smell of a slut that my sister-in-law, and I could even tell you that her pussy looks alike! said the old man between deep sniffs and kisses on my legs.
Don't be the son of Slut Gómez... no matter how old the young lady is, she's going to get screwed with your jerk! The fat guy reminded me by sticking his cock in my open mouth.
Later the old man pulled out my underwear without any care, made a ball of it and pushed it all inside my vagina for then to join his mouth to it and kiss it, lick it, smell it, bite it and rub his mustache. But as soon as the fat guy started shaking with his penis vomiting all his semen in my mouth, I couldn't control myself and gave the old man a slap on the face, who was panting with a happiness that didn't seem to fit in his chest. So it was understandable that he got on top of me after ripping off my underwear from the depths of my hole, positioned his head on an enormous ashtray and pumped his cock into my sex for about 10 or 15 times, while his face covered in my pee rubbed against mine and my boobs.
Just as his cum flooded my inner warmth, I felt it like relief. I imagined myself pregnant with that decrepit old man and it repelled me. But I was still just as hot.
When the fat guy cut off a call from his phone, he picked me up by the hair on the table and we both started hitting each other with pineapples, slaps, punches to the legs, burning me with cigarette, whipping me with a belt on the back and insulting me. They didn't even stop when I fell defeated to the floor.
I felt the taste of my blood when I licked my lips, and a cut was burning on my right nipple, besides the burns.
To this little girl you have to do the Booty by fumanchina and make her crap on my face black, exclaimed the fat one with joy!
The old man hugged me in his arms and sat me down on an creaky chair. The fat one tied my wrists to the backrest, and in a matter of seconds my mouth was sucking them calmly again, but just as slutty as before. Only it was making me cum with my head tilted downwards, and I wasn't allowed to stop doing so.
Until the fat guy preferred to invite his friend to suck my tits, and both were saying they would cure me with their saliva.
The old man was gently fondling me, and even in a moment of madness, I suppose he was stunned by my moans, he put the cold steel of his regulation pistol to my pussy. The adrenaline I felt due to the shock, I think turned into an orgasm that paralyzed me.
The fat one undid me and took out the chair with little effort. Already defeated on the floor I prepared to give them hell again, seated with my hands around my knees and sweating shame for my actions, although I was getting the best powder of my life.
It seemed like an eternal blow job to me, the one that the fat guy interrupted when he took me against the wall, jerked off and sucked my ass with such eagerness that I couldn't thank him more than by coming again and again in his fingers.
But the old guy pushed him away to put on my hyper wet diaper, sat me down in the chair again and asked me to suck it, while the other one said:
I'm a girl, don't you want to take a poop for us, or little poo? Come on, do your business and pee with the diaper still on, wild one!
The 40-year-olds were more degenerate than I thought!
For the time being I dedicated myself to licking them well and spitting on them as they ordered. Similarly, I didn't want to stop sucking. I felt so in heat that I would have done any crazy thing to please them. Besides, I loved listening to them say similar dirty things while burning me with a blowtorch or pinching me.
how do you pee the baby? give it to nenita, take the pacifier, swallow it all, and make yourself dirty for us to see, we want to see you all dirty, slut... how does one pee when drugged, and poop in the diaper? look, your mom won't come to change your diapers!
Everything else and other provocations made my temples contract in a thicker cloud than my situation, and amidst my farting I began to notice that I was peeing slowly and inexorably. They celebrated the threads of pee that burst from my bruised legs, and as the old man's thrusts into my throat became more and more disgusting, impatient and painful, especially for my scalp when it clung to my hair, I felt it was time.
First some farts sounded when I exerted a bit of force. But I didn't take long to shit the whole thing, craving cock and with nothing to store up.
The joy of the militiamen was even greater. The two kissed me on the mouth. The fat one let out a tender one: Thanks little drinker, I love you, you peed and shat all for me, just like I wanted!
The old man stood me up, took off my underwear and, after rubbing it on my Booty, called my pussy. He then threw me to the ground face down. Immediately he mounted my body, in a sudden fall and got his cock stuck in my pussy without prejudice, dragging my humanity a bit across the cold floor and spitting in my face as I turned to avoid hurting my nose.
While receiving his military machismo in my vulva, my hand was wanking off his friend who wouldn't stop asking me to fart.
The old man separated from me, promising to give me a good kicking later after opening my pants because for him I was an inmune and dirty sow. The idiot had it so hard up that he could only pee on my back, since his penis was a monument of veins pointing at the ceiling!
The fat guy mocked him by hurting his pride, so I think he came back to my hips, although this time to stick it up my ass, in one push and all the way.
I screamed like a madwoman because it hurt me. I think I even told him to go to his mother's pussy.
So then the chubby one put his cock in my mouth to quiet down my screams. He had to sit on the floor, so his hands were manipulating my head to make my blow job to his liking.
Now let me come in your little girl, give it to me and then I'll give you all of it in the mouth mom!, the old man would say as he was agitated, moving slowly and squeezing my buttocks, but always with his dick hardening against the walls of my tiny ass. That pleasant torture lasted until the fat guy picked me up by one arm, like if my body were a torn page from a newspaper, and when I finally stood up the old man growled:
Let's make this chick's life miserable!
Each one took their position from me, and then the fat guy's cock slipped into my vulva, at the same time as the old man's sank into my inflamed and lubricated anus, without needing a single drop of oil. In that way, while we walked through the barely lit place, they would grab me with sincere passion, sometimes trying to scare me when they burned the tips of my hair with a cigarette. They'd ask for more piss and shit while licking every corner, laughing at my tearful eyes and my uncontrollable cough from the smoke. Almost no voice was left in me to scream!
When he would nipple-punch me for some violent pinch on my nipples, the fat guy would cover my mouth with a spoon that smelled like lavender, slap me on the booty and say:
Hold on girl, that's what happens for being a slut!
Really I don't know how he made me keep walking with both pipes well shod in my channels.
When we got to the office window, the fat guy removed his hardness from my pussy and the old man opened the curtain to show my battered tits to another soldier watching the outskirts of the police station. The other one made a gesture, and the old man, who wasn't leaving my tiny ass, yelled:
Find your whores bald or your transvestites... look that here around the corner there are two, and both laughed with irony.
The fat one closed the curtains and the old guy made me get up to run around the whole room without taking my cock out of my ass. In fact, he was really hard, rocking me back and forth, telling me I was a clogged-up asshole, a moaning, drug-addicted girl, and that I'd surely love to fuck with older guys. He also spat in my face, pinched my nose saying he wanted to fill his hands with snot, stretched out my nipples and choked me with his wrinkled fingers when he made me suck and bite them.
The other guy was making me smoke a faso that he pulled out from the desk, which only managed to make me cough worse than before because it was so rough and ugly, and he would stick his fingers in my pussy like a brute so I'd scream looking for mercy.
But those guys were relentless. I don't know how it happened that the old guy knocked me down on my belly on the table, and while I was trying to suffocate with the rag he was giving me cock up the ass, forgetting that I'm also made of flesh and bones. Until his cum exploded in my intestines, and spread to my most genuine orgasms, which got all mixed up in tears of pure heat. He left me crying on the table, what a jerk, and his friend felt sorry for me licking away the tears from my face saying:
Already here baby, calm down; Gomez already gave you all the hardcore sex!
He lifted me up and took me to the wall where he tied my arms to a horizontal iron bar, on which maybe some clothes hung, and then the old man put me in panties for him to take a couple of pictures later.
The fat guy peed on my feet while explaining that if I behaved well with them, they would even give me something to eat.
Soon his erect cock crossed the edges of my dirty bra and fiercely penetrated my pussy. While biting and sucking my breasts, he said it was a dirty little girl and asked me to suck his cock.
Until the old man appeared with a bucket of water. I never saw him leave.
Black, and if we give the pendieja a bath!, said with cynicism the old man, and the fat one moved away from me so his friend could pour all that cold water on my head. I shuddered and my last name even crinkled up. They seemed to be even happier.
The fat guy opened a pizza box and gave me three portions, which I devoured with the hunger of an orphaned kid while the old man was pulling my pants down.
The fat guy wanted to hear me burp and since it wasn't coming out his friend fired a shot that hit the ceiling. I'm sure I peed from fright.
The fat one brought the Paraguayan pipe to my lips and made me smoke to calm down. I calmed down when he bent down to suck my pussy and despite him making me come three times, I wanted a cock instead of that slippery tongue.
Until the old man put my diaper back on again, and then the two of them left after a phone call.
Here you're going to wait for me, girl, and no screaming, got it, slut?! That was the last thing the fat guy jetoned.
It passed like three hours, in which my mind only reviewed the misfortunes of my strange day. At every minute I felt more lifted up. But I couldn't even touch myself, because I remained tied up, cold, barefoot, in balls and thirsty.
In that time I could only entertain myself by listening to the muffled shouts of drunkards, militiamen, whistles and horns from the street, and all kinds of disturbances that usually decorate the early morning hours.
When they entered the fat one gave me a glass of water and brought more pace. My neurons mixed fever and fatigue, when the old man put a chair under my Booty, I sat down suddenly and felt the tug on my almost dozing arms, still tied to the pipe.
So then the two asked me to foot them with my feet. Both of them were drooling when their cocks took contact with my heels, and for the exhaustion of my poor feet, those cockjobs, rubbed and spat on, were like loaded massages full of love. Meanwhile they would say:
Make yourself cum again baby, come on, make that fat girl do some dirty stuff, eat and shit all you want!
I felt muscle cramps in my neck, a tingling sensation in my extended arms and an intense headache. But I also had many urges to obey them. So I did all the best I could to pee and poop myself. That gave me an indescribable pleasure.
When they saw a piece of my poop fall, the two of them got me to suck their tits, first one at a time, and without delaying the moment, they put both in at once.
The fat one started first to unravel in moans and gestures, while his cum choked my throat.
With the old man I had more work. But as soon as I spat on his tits to jerk him off with them, he gave me some strong whacks in the mouth and then until I pulled out his tongue when his semen painted my face to my hair in a fervent spasm.
The fat guy looked at the time on his watch and said it was very late. The old man untied me, and the fat guy put my shirt, T-shirt, jeans on with great effort and called a taxi by phone.
It's time to go back home dirty black!, said the fat one after the horn blast of the truck driver.
I think they took me to the car, even with my eyes blindfolded. The old man said I could take off the blindfold when I get home.
I can't remember how I opened the door to my house, or if I paid the mechanic, or if I talked about something with him. Only that I felt worn out, without strength, very thirsty and dirtier than ever.
Everything was spinning around when I finally drank water in the kitchen, and I jumped pale even more my torn figure when one of the dogs barked in the yard. I sat on the armchair with the idea of showering. But I fell asleep instead.
About 9 in the morning, the strong sun rays were burning my eyes. So much that not even the shame I felt when discovered by my mother could disturb me more. She woke me up with slaps, wanting to know where I had been and why I was there with my hair tangled, cold, pale, smelling of urine and feces, with a death breath and a hurt nose.
I don't know how he did it, but he took off almost all my clothes, and when I was in my underwear and bra, he pushed me onto the bed, shitting and pissing like I was.
I heard her walk away talking to herself. I didn't understand why, but when she brought me a glass of juice about an hour later, in front of her eyes I wet the bed on the bed. My mother, furious and discolored, gave me more slaps, undressed me completely and put a diaper on me.
I know I slept until evening, dreaming of the militiamen, with Facha breathing down my neck, with my cousin licking my breasts, and then I got up disoriented to shower, ready to plan my working day at the print shop.
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Went 20 blocks to my cousin Matías' house, a guy who always has what I need in moments of uncontrollable anger. Sex, fights, beer, some guys with whom I have fun and, an exaggerated but effective way of getting on my side, no matter the topic.
I owe him almost all my vices, but I took his virginity the afternoon I got tired of him staring at my tits sideways, or making a fool of himself to touch my ass, and of his first erections crumbling in the heat of my 21 years.
Three years ago we were having sex, he would invite his friends and I would willingly give myself to get good flowers. But that afternoon he didn't expect me. He was alone, and he left in his underwear after my third ring.
Not even after I settled into an armchair did the Facha appear, his best friend. He was almost as tough as Matías. Only more lost and stupid.
The two of them started telling me that they had been on tour since Thursday, and despite it being Sunday, they didn't look as worn out as other times.
We'd been drinking beer eating old potatoes talking about the time they were in a rock band and some chicks they couldn't convince to get together. Then Mati brought a stone to make fires. I offered to do it while Facha insisted we should take acid. Since we didn't follow his lead, the dude sent us all away, and then started the round of the first fire.
I just realized how rough I was when Matt showed surprise at my appearance and told me so.
I explained to her what happened with my mom, that in the rush I left with what I was wearing. It was an old top, a pink shirt without some buttons, a ripped jeans on the knees and some worn-out sneakers. Plus I was disheveled, and added to the puffy eyes when grass did its thing in my mind, I looked unrecognizable.
Soon the Facha got stuck in boxers, and both of them started a show of innuendos for me to grab them. I was hot, but I wanted to smoke and only that. In the same way they re-manhandled me and I rode them on top of their underwear until they came.
But when I heard the door of my uncles' car open, I alerted them and decided it was best to take a few laps around there. It wasn't easy getting rid of them. They were really drunk and didn't accept my promise to visit the next day, which I had to make to them.
However, I soon felt the sun burning on my shoulders, my happy feet wandering the sleepless streets of the city during siesta, and my brain tangled in its own thoughts.
I bought a mineral water at a kiosk, some gum and a lighter later on. I gave some puffs to a big fat guy that I made for the road and kept walking.
I stopped by a friend's place but she wasn't there.
I entered a sports clothing store, but I left when I realized it was really lame, and I was laughing at everything. Plus, I felt like I was being stalked.
I bought myself an ice cream and ended up staining my shirt.
When I arrived at the square, I suppose it was around 8 o'clock because I didn't have a watch or cell phone, I collapsed on one of the benches and entertained myself by looking at kids, old people, and adults walking by. I lit the cigarette and, after taking a few puffs, felt immense desires to smoke.
I kept smoking and at some point in my attempt to touch her breasts I ripped off the two remaining buttons from her shirt.
So I was, scattered on the bench, smoking and squeezing my breasts when two officers brought me back to reality.
Miss, you know it's forbidden to smoke that crap on the public highway?!, said the fat and bearded one of the two.
Get up and turn that off... tell me your name and age!, said the other one who seemed older.
I told them my name is Romina, I'm 28 and apologized, unable to control my silly laugh about the trip.
The fat guy took away my cock and lifted up my hands.
We need to check her out, miss, so keep quiet and shut your mouth! said the old man, and both of them started searching in my pockets, feeling me up and touching me more than they should have.
I didn't wait and touched the fat one's cock, which soon started panting softly and murmured:
So you're hot momma while walking around half crazy!
They exchanged glances of desire and complicity, and soon the chubby one put two fingers in my mouth for me to lick and suck them, while also giving me sweet slaps with his other hand.
The old man kept rummaging and smelling my clothes, fondling my ass shamelessly.
I was almost in the middle of the two, so I felt like they were supporting my nipples on the body while trying to recover some balance. I couldn't stop laughing!
When the fat guy dared to kiss me on the nape of my neck, I felt my clitoris swelling with pleasure. I suppose that made me moan more and more uninhibited each time.
Are you a medium slut, you girl?! The fat guy found out!
No my love, but I love to get it on and have them suck my tits well! It slipped out of me while the old man's hands were slapping my ass.
Then the two of them were biting my nipples on top of the topsite, until the chivalry of the fat one lowered it a bit for their tongues to lick my nipples, while my mouth licked and bit their fingers as both of them sighed in ecstasy.
Until someone yanked me hard by the hair when my loss of control made me bite a finger with fury at the old man. I got flower from a slap.
I'm black, it's after 10... why don't we take her to the mobile and see what we do with the babe?!, said the fat one with authority while putting my arms behind my back and making me walk half on tiptoes.
In the patrol boat we weren't even for 5 minutes, since the police station wasn't far away.
In the office, the old man sat in his chair and took my data. The fat guy pushed me down to the floor with one shove and ripped off my shirt. He said that if I didn't comply with what they asked for, they would make a case against me for public sex and possession of prohibited substances.
My brains were pulverized by the frenzy and reality, and I couldn't reason from so much hashish in my blood.
The fat one closed the door with a latch and pulled out the cock outside of his pants.
Do you know how to blow a fat one?!, he said, aggravating his voice, and then I understood everything I could.
I don't know why, but I started licking a little and, all alone, I stuck to his pubis to start sucking that scrawny and long cock, but with a flavor that didn't let me stop smelling it, slobbering it, and rubbing it on my face.
The old man wrote and replied to some calls.
Until envy brought him towards me, and soon his cock also became captive of my mouth full of saliva and restless licks.
The old man had the shortest cock, but plump and with a head that was already appearing outside of the skin, red and wet.
The two of them were trembling when the heat from my teeth possessed them. I couldn't hear them, but I loved having them grab my mouth, knowing myself vulnerable on all fours before them.
Soon, when his eggs were still warm next to my tongue, and my hands were teasing those cocks on the verge of exploding, the fat man's voice thundered like a storm.
Get everything and stay in a dirty little whore's pants!
I did it without more, fast and nervous.
When I finished them two reddened their ass with some spanks that could be heard throughout the detachment's yard.
When the old guy pointed me with the barrel almost fainted!
You'd have to kill you dirty thing... you can't walk around with that pee smell!, she yelled in my ear, and I rolled over the table where I was writing before, on top of some papers, empty cups, the computer, cellphones, and pens.
The fat one was laughing out loud.
I ended up on my back, sore, uncomfortable, and with my head hanging. The last part was food for the fat one who didn't hesitate to put his cock in my mouth and make me suck him, feeling how all my thoughts were going out of my nose.
I couldn't lie to myself. I was enjoying those episodes.
While the fat guy whimpered each time he heard me begging between belches and hiccups, the old man shoved his rough fingers into my vagina. He smelled desperate and licked my underwear.
When he interpreted that among so much sucking I said I was pissing with fever, he warned me that if I didn't pee on his face like a little girl, he would blow the lid off my head.
I'm fat, the chick has the same smell of a slut that my sister-in-law, and I could even tell you that her pussy looks alike! said the old man between deep sniffs and kisses on my legs.
Don't be the son of Slut Gómez... no matter how old the young lady is, she's going to get screwed with your jerk! The fat guy reminded me by sticking his cock in my open mouth.
Later the old man pulled out my underwear without any care, made a ball of it and pushed it all inside my vagina for then to join his mouth to it and kiss it, lick it, smell it, bite it and rub his mustache. But as soon as the fat guy started shaking with his penis vomiting all his semen in my mouth, I couldn't control myself and gave the old man a slap on the face, who was panting with a happiness that didn't seem to fit in his chest. So it was understandable that he got on top of me after ripping off my underwear from the depths of my hole, positioned his head on an enormous ashtray and pumped his cock into my sex for about 10 or 15 times, while his face covered in my pee rubbed against mine and my boobs.
Just as his cum flooded my inner warmth, I felt it like relief. I imagined myself pregnant with that decrepit old man and it repelled me. But I was still just as hot.
When the fat guy cut off a call from his phone, he picked me up by the hair on the table and we both started hitting each other with pineapples, slaps, punches to the legs, burning me with cigarette, whipping me with a belt on the back and insulting me. They didn't even stop when I fell defeated to the floor.
I felt the taste of my blood when I licked my lips, and a cut was burning on my right nipple, besides the burns.
To this little girl you have to do the Booty by fumanchina and make her crap on my face black, exclaimed the fat one with joy!
The old man hugged me in his arms and sat me down on an creaky chair. The fat one tied my wrists to the backrest, and in a matter of seconds my mouth was sucking them calmly again, but just as slutty as before. Only it was making me cum with my head tilted downwards, and I wasn't allowed to stop doing so.
Until the fat guy preferred to invite his friend to suck my tits, and both were saying they would cure me with their saliva.
The old man was gently fondling me, and even in a moment of madness, I suppose he was stunned by my moans, he put the cold steel of his regulation pistol to my pussy. The adrenaline I felt due to the shock, I think turned into an orgasm that paralyzed me.
The fat one undid me and took out the chair with little effort. Already defeated on the floor I prepared to give them hell again, seated with my hands around my knees and sweating shame for my actions, although I was getting the best powder of my life.
It seemed like an eternal blow job to me, the one that the fat guy interrupted when he took me against the wall, jerked off and sucked my ass with such eagerness that I couldn't thank him more than by coming again and again in his fingers.
But the old guy pushed him away to put on my hyper wet diaper, sat me down in the chair again and asked me to suck it, while the other one said:
I'm a girl, don't you want to take a poop for us, or little poo? Come on, do your business and pee with the diaper still on, wild one!
The 40-year-olds were more degenerate than I thought!
For the time being I dedicated myself to licking them well and spitting on them as they ordered. Similarly, I didn't want to stop sucking. I felt so in heat that I would have done any crazy thing to please them. Besides, I loved listening to them say similar dirty things while burning me with a blowtorch or pinching me.
how do you pee the baby? give it to nenita, take the pacifier, swallow it all, and make yourself dirty for us to see, we want to see you all dirty, slut... how does one pee when drugged, and poop in the diaper? look, your mom won't come to change your diapers!
Everything else and other provocations made my temples contract in a thicker cloud than my situation, and amidst my farting I began to notice that I was peeing slowly and inexorably. They celebrated the threads of pee that burst from my bruised legs, and as the old man's thrusts into my throat became more and more disgusting, impatient and painful, especially for my scalp when it clung to my hair, I felt it was time.
First some farts sounded when I exerted a bit of force. But I didn't take long to shit the whole thing, craving cock and with nothing to store up.
The joy of the militiamen was even greater. The two kissed me on the mouth. The fat one let out a tender one: Thanks little drinker, I love you, you peed and shat all for me, just like I wanted!
The old man stood me up, took off my underwear and, after rubbing it on my Booty, called my pussy. He then threw me to the ground face down. Immediately he mounted my body, in a sudden fall and got his cock stuck in my pussy without prejudice, dragging my humanity a bit across the cold floor and spitting in my face as I turned to avoid hurting my nose.
While receiving his military machismo in my vulva, my hand was wanking off his friend who wouldn't stop asking me to fart.
The old man separated from me, promising to give me a good kicking later after opening my pants because for him I was an inmune and dirty sow. The idiot had it so hard up that he could only pee on my back, since his penis was a monument of veins pointing at the ceiling!
The fat guy mocked him by hurting his pride, so I think he came back to my hips, although this time to stick it up my ass, in one push and all the way.
I screamed like a madwoman because it hurt me. I think I even told him to go to his mother's pussy.
So then the chubby one put his cock in my mouth to quiet down my screams. He had to sit on the floor, so his hands were manipulating my head to make my blow job to his liking.
Now let me come in your little girl, give it to me and then I'll give you all of it in the mouth mom!, the old man would say as he was agitated, moving slowly and squeezing my buttocks, but always with his dick hardening against the walls of my tiny ass. That pleasant torture lasted until the fat guy picked me up by one arm, like if my body were a torn page from a newspaper, and when I finally stood up the old man growled:
Let's make this chick's life miserable!
Each one took their position from me, and then the fat guy's cock slipped into my vulva, at the same time as the old man's sank into my inflamed and lubricated anus, without needing a single drop of oil. In that way, while we walked through the barely lit place, they would grab me with sincere passion, sometimes trying to scare me when they burned the tips of my hair with a cigarette. They'd ask for more piss and shit while licking every corner, laughing at my tearful eyes and my uncontrollable cough from the smoke. Almost no voice was left in me to scream!
When he would nipple-punch me for some violent pinch on my nipples, the fat guy would cover my mouth with a spoon that smelled like lavender, slap me on the booty and say:
Hold on girl, that's what happens for being a slut!
Really I don't know how he made me keep walking with both pipes well shod in my channels.
When we got to the office window, the fat guy removed his hardness from my pussy and the old man opened the curtain to show my battered tits to another soldier watching the outskirts of the police station. The other one made a gesture, and the old man, who wasn't leaving my tiny ass, yelled:
Find your whores bald or your transvestites... look that here around the corner there are two, and both laughed with irony.
The fat one closed the curtains and the old guy made me get up to run around the whole room without taking my cock out of my ass. In fact, he was really hard, rocking me back and forth, telling me I was a clogged-up asshole, a moaning, drug-addicted girl, and that I'd surely love to fuck with older guys. He also spat in my face, pinched my nose saying he wanted to fill his hands with snot, stretched out my nipples and choked me with his wrinkled fingers when he made me suck and bite them.
The other guy was making me smoke a faso that he pulled out from the desk, which only managed to make me cough worse than before because it was so rough and ugly, and he would stick his fingers in my pussy like a brute so I'd scream looking for mercy.
But those guys were relentless. I don't know how it happened that the old guy knocked me down on my belly on the table, and while I was trying to suffocate with the rag he was giving me cock up the ass, forgetting that I'm also made of flesh and bones. Until his cum exploded in my intestines, and spread to my most genuine orgasms, which got all mixed up in tears of pure heat. He left me crying on the table, what a jerk, and his friend felt sorry for me licking away the tears from my face saying:
Already here baby, calm down; Gomez already gave you all the hardcore sex!
He lifted me up and took me to the wall where he tied my arms to a horizontal iron bar, on which maybe some clothes hung, and then the old man put me in panties for him to take a couple of pictures later.
The fat guy peed on my feet while explaining that if I behaved well with them, they would even give me something to eat.
Soon his erect cock crossed the edges of my dirty bra and fiercely penetrated my pussy. While biting and sucking my breasts, he said it was a dirty little girl and asked me to suck his cock.
Until the old man appeared with a bucket of water. I never saw him leave.
Black, and if we give the pendieja a bath!, said with cynicism the old man, and the fat one moved away from me so his friend could pour all that cold water on my head. I shuddered and my last name even crinkled up. They seemed to be even happier.
The fat guy opened a pizza box and gave me three portions, which I devoured with the hunger of an orphaned kid while the old man was pulling my pants down.
The fat guy wanted to hear me burp and since it wasn't coming out his friend fired a shot that hit the ceiling. I'm sure I peed from fright.
The fat one brought the Paraguayan pipe to my lips and made me smoke to calm down. I calmed down when he bent down to suck my pussy and despite him making me come three times, I wanted a cock instead of that slippery tongue.
Until the old man put my diaper back on again, and then the two of them left after a phone call.
Here you're going to wait for me, girl, and no screaming, got it, slut?! That was the last thing the fat guy jetoned.
It passed like three hours, in which my mind only reviewed the misfortunes of my strange day. At every minute I felt more lifted up. But I couldn't even touch myself, because I remained tied up, cold, barefoot, in balls and thirsty.
In that time I could only entertain myself by listening to the muffled shouts of drunkards, militiamen, whistles and horns from the street, and all kinds of disturbances that usually decorate the early morning hours.
When they entered the fat one gave me a glass of water and brought more pace. My neurons mixed fever and fatigue, when the old man put a chair under my Booty, I sat down suddenly and felt the tug on my almost dozing arms, still tied to the pipe.
So then the two asked me to foot them with my feet. Both of them were drooling when their cocks took contact with my heels, and for the exhaustion of my poor feet, those cockjobs, rubbed and spat on, were like loaded massages full of love. Meanwhile they would say:
Make yourself cum again baby, come on, make that fat girl do some dirty stuff, eat and shit all you want!
I felt muscle cramps in my neck, a tingling sensation in my extended arms and an intense headache. But I also had many urges to obey them. So I did all the best I could to pee and poop myself. That gave me an indescribable pleasure.
When they saw a piece of my poop fall, the two of them got me to suck their tits, first one at a time, and without delaying the moment, they put both in at once.
The fat one started first to unravel in moans and gestures, while his cum choked my throat.
With the old man I had more work. But as soon as I spat on his tits to jerk him off with them, he gave me some strong whacks in the mouth and then until I pulled out his tongue when his semen painted my face to my hair in a fervent spasm.
The fat guy looked at the time on his watch and said it was very late. The old man untied me, and the fat guy put my shirt, T-shirt, jeans on with great effort and called a taxi by phone.
It's time to go back home dirty black!, said the fat one after the horn blast of the truck driver.
I think they took me to the car, even with my eyes blindfolded. The old man said I could take off the blindfold when I get home.
I can't remember how I opened the door to my house, or if I paid the mechanic, or if I talked about something with him. Only that I felt worn out, without strength, very thirsty and dirtier than ever.
Everything was spinning around when I finally drank water in the kitchen, and I jumped pale even more my torn figure when one of the dogs barked in the yard. I sat on the armchair with the idea of showering. But I fell asleep instead.
About 9 in the morning, the strong sun rays were burning my eyes. So much that not even the shame I felt when discovered by my mother could disturb me more. She woke me up with slaps, wanting to know where I had been and why I was there with my hair tangled, cold, pale, smelling of urine and feces, with a death breath and a hurt nose.
I don't know how he did it, but he took off almost all my clothes, and when I was in my underwear and bra, he pushed me onto the bed, shitting and pissing like I was.
I heard her walk away talking to herself. I didn't understand why, but when she brought me a glass of juice about an hour later, in front of her eyes I wet the bed on the bed. My mother, furious and discolored, gave me more slaps, undressed me completely and put a diaper on me.
I know I slept until evening, dreaming of the militiamen, with Facha breathing down my neck, with my cousin licking my breasts, and then I got up disoriented to shower, ready to plan my working day at the print shop.
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