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Nothing but a bar slut…

gangbang whore

Once again I was hanging out at Moe’s Place, a trashy dive frequented by bikers. Most of them were in just to wash down the road dust with a cold one and weren’t looking for female companionship. I was tipsy and feeling the need for some fat cock in my throat. I smiled at the dudes and one in particular caught my attention. I was never shy about letting men know what I wanted. I unbuttoned another button on my shirt.
“Hey, sweetheart, won’t ya come give me some attention. I wanna bite those big titties.” He was built like a mountain with a graying beard and a weathered face. I sauntered over to him, giving him my sexiest smile. I put my hand on his leg and purred. “You up for a little fun, sugar?” He grinned, showing a gold tooth. I just knew he’d have a tree trunk for a cock and pussy was hungry. I beckoned him to follow me to the room in back used for cheating and whoring.
He kissed me deeply, stinking of cheap beer and cigarettes. Mr. Mountain was hornier than a goat, reaching for pussy and tits at the same time. I grabbed feverishly at his fly, eager to free the monster cock I was craving. “What the fuck?” I sputtered as I touched a tiny nub. His mini pecker was stabbing at my hand and I yanked it away. I burst into cruel laughter. “OMG, it’s a baby cock.” I looked even closer and found that he was wearing pink satin panties. “I’m telling. Oh yes!!” I giggled hysterically.
His face went purple with rage and his neck veins bulged. “I’ll kill you, bitch.” I ducked as he threw a punch. My screams brought the rest of the bikers. Seeing me naked, they all pulled out their fucksticks and headed for me. “Make fun of one of us and you pay the price.” Someone knocked me to my knees and another jumped on me. I felt the cock ram between my lips, choking me until no air was left. They all lined up to face-rape me with cocks that smelled of road sweat and body odor. In a bukkake frenzy, I felt the cum rain down on me. Mr. Mountain opened his fly and pissed all over me with his micro-cock as they all laughed. With a final shake, he left the room.
I stayed on that floor for a while until they all left. I was caked in dried cum and my pissy, wet shirt clung to my tits. I needed a beer to wash the cum from my mouth. I shook my head and wondered why I let men treat me like this. Then I remembered that I’m nothing but a white trash, small town whore. Tomorrow was another day in this life of hell and I loved it!!!


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