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She had no idea what he said but, guessing at his intent, she wiggled her hips invitingly. There were calls and whistles from the men and more laughter. Then a powerful slap landed on her left buttock, slamming her hips into the woodwork and sounding unnaturally loud in her private darkness. She let out a startled gasp, then began to roll her hips like a dancer; it was the only way she could let them know how much this treatment excited her. More talking, and then another slap, and another, mixed with the sound of footsteps and a rhythmic chanting which she guessed was their counting out the blows in their mysterious language. She kept her position while they took turns at spanking her or, at least, she managed to arch her back and present her arse for fresh punishment after each swat. There was a ragged cheer after the final, and especially forceful, smack. The men fell silent. She could hear only their breathing, some shuffling and rustling, and then there was an arm snaking around her waist to the front of her jeans. Raising her hips from the counter to give him easier access she felt his fingers fumbling at the stud and zip and then both hands tugging the tight denim over the flare of her hips and down to her ankles. Her cotton briefs he simply grabbed in one brawny fist before tearing them away to the mocking cheers of his comrades. Rough fingers rummaged in the cleft of her arse and under her crotch to jab abruptly into her cunt. There was more laughter and chatter and then more fingers roaming over her exposed cheeks and thighs and poking inside her. With a shiver of abasement, she realised that the first man must have invited the others to feel how wet she was. Then brutal fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, there was an urgent probing and stabbing between her thighs, and the first fucking began. He finished very quickly – to an ironic round of applause from the others – and she had just begun to feel his abundant ejaculation dribbling down her inner thighs when more hands seized her, and another cock rammed up her. In the musty gloom of the stall’s interior she tried to imagine what they looked like, how they were dressed, whether they were old or young, clean or dirty. She found that she could not keep quiet any longer and abandoned herself to her own depravity, moaning and crying out while they laughed and jeered behind her. “Was this the mystery behind your poem, Sehnsucht in der Dunkelheit ?” asked Pavel suddenly. “Ja, yes” her voice had become husky and her eyes were closed as her finger frigged gently. One after another the anonymous strangers fucked her, encouraging each other with shouts and clapping that mixed with the creaking and rattling of the timber. She lost count in her debauched delirium, perversely proud of the streams of spunk mixed with her own juices that soaked her crotch and legs, until she heard an angry voice and a stiff cock slithered and slid between her slippery thighs. Awkwardly, she shrugged her shoulders and twisted her arms, pushing her hands back through the narrow window to reach behind herself. The stranger was quiet while she contorted but he exclaimed in astonishment when her hands grabbed and spread her buttocks, offering herself up to an assault on her tighter hole. There was a change in tone amongst the men; their voices were harsher, and she grinned into the darkness at the note Hardcore of contempt she heard from them. Then the head of a hard prick was forced through the ring of her arsehole and she cried out in anguish at the burning and tearing pain that engulfed her. Her hands clenched into fists and her head tossed wildly from side to side in the inky interior. After the third or fourth buggery, she began thrusting her hips back at her attacker, groaning in sweet agony and spurting Big Tits a fine spray of clear moisture from her jealous cunt. At last, a cock was pulled out of her with a gush of spunk but was not replaced. Matches were struck, and their voices became less raucous; she heard footsteps and sensed them moving around her. A voice spoke, contemptuously and derisively, and suddenly she felt a warm jet play over her arse and legs. There was an angry muttering, a bitter laugh, and she became aware of another stream splashing over her polluted skin and then a third. A powerful ebony spray drummed against her exposed clit and this final degradation sent her over the edge. With a cry of jubilation that she could not contain she celebrated the crossing of a new boundary on her journey, here in the docklands of a dreary, provincial capital. They had taken and used her cunt and arse like the cheapest of whores and now they were sluicing the spunk from her skin with their piss, showing their contempt in the basest manner. Pavel had shifted while she related her tale, to cradle her head in the crook of his leg, and now his cock stood stiff and proud before her face. Inhaling the warm irresistible fragrance emanating from her pussy compelled me to dive in. Her tasty juices filled my mouth. Her head was clear and things seemed normal. Come on…don’t wait any longer…pull its trigger by Big Tits yourself”. Did I lock it right this time?’ I thought to myself. Stepping up to the door I knock, lightly, and the door opens a bit. After about five minutes of her sucking one cock then the other, one of the b*****rs grabbed her head, held it steady as he bucked his cock in and out of her mouth. Peter asked, Hardcore looking at me nervously. She inhaled sharply with every move his expert fingers made on her skin. Jenn looked at me and smiled, she could see my dick getting hard again. I’ve sought its opposite all my life.” She mewed in disappointment when he didn’t go straight for her pussy, instead licking his way up the inside of each ebony thigh. Her hands were crossed across her stomach. He tried to sit up on the sofa, but looking down, there was his oldest sister, Maggie, sucking hard on his cock, draining the last few drops of cum from his young balls. She was also struggling for air as his dick blocked her wind pipe. “Very, it kinda turns me on.” I whispered before I could stop myself. Dawn crawled over beside her master. And nobody's really gonna mind you walking around the place with no shirt on!" Other MILFs to fuck. She nuzzled a pillow, no doubt shocked at the softness compared to the ones in the servant quarters, as I grabbed a knife. I kissed her toes, as my hands held her foot. “Yeah, I do, but I haven’t had time to get used to it yet. The paused girl's pussy lips were still spread open from Krystal's lapping tongue. I'm gonna cum! “Oh Holy Fuck!” She let out of her mouth as I sucked her lips into my mouth and then divided them with my tongue, sliding it through her little slit! Not hard, but just enough to give me some sensation, attempting to draw my attention up from my juicy, virgin pussy. Ramona---No, I don’t think so. “I couldn’t just do nothing.” I groaned, my wrists and ankles numb above my binds. Plenty of time to show off your fun little outfit, too.