Daniella, a blonde 25-year-old, should’ve understood that men relished shaming her due to her sordid interests involving vulgar language, debasement, gang-copulation, bukkake showers and paid intercourse.
Before a Saturday night in August, though, Caleb, her white, 26-y/o husband, hadn’t pimped her despite her face being pretty, her large tits firm and her legs shapely.
However, the army had contracted him to work as civilian therapist at the military base near his city.
That’s where he’d met the white, 22-y/o Rusty and Lloyd, who were soldiers – while according to a plan the guys formed, she was wearing high heels, fishnets and a short dress when Caleb drove her outside the city to a deserted building, that Saturday night.
The doorless structure contained an old couch and a chair, with Lloyd and Rusty arriving a bit later.
Caleb then ordered his wife to sit on the couch between them.
‘Hi, Daniella, I’m Lloyd and this is Rusty. We’re friends and your husband wants us to teach you a lesson,’ Lloyd said as he reached inside her dress and groped her milkers.
‘Nice balloons,’ he remarked.
‘Yeah, except you aren’t a nice lady since Caleb told us you fantasize about prostitution. Is that right?’ Rusty inquired.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Well, prostitution’s a foul business and I hope you realize that,’ Lloyd responded.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Alright. Take your dress off, Maybe that’ll help you answer some questions,’ Lloyd said, before the minx stood to comply.
‘Aren’t you a sexy hole!’ Rusty said.
‘Thank you, sir.’
‘Be quiet!’ Rusty snarled as he pushed her onto the couch.
After a pause, Lloyd said, ‘My first question is, what are the 3 things defining a slut, which you obviously are?’
‘What, sir?’
‘Come on, don’t act dumb! The 3 thing defining them are promiscuity, immorality and lacking respect for themselves,’ Lloyd replied.
‘You don’t deserve to respect yourself, do you?’ Caleb asked.
‘No sir,’ Daniella blushed,
‘At least you’re honest, although your trashy brothel impresses me and I pronounce you an equally trashy woman of ill-repute!’ Lloyd smirked.
He then noticed an empty beer bottle, picked it up, shoved its neck into her cooze and instructed, ‘Play with your toy.’
‘Yes, sir,’ Daniella replied as she started masturbating.
‘Uuuh, uuuh, uuuh!’ she softly panted, until Rusty pulled the bottle out, slapped her loins and jeered, ‘Daddy didn’t spank you enough when you were a girl, did he?’
‘No, sir,’ she admitted, followed by Rusty asking, ‘How much are you charging us to do your Mrs?’
‘Considering she’s a first-time whore, I’ll give you a discount. My price is $3 apiece,’ Caleb responded.
‘Great,’ Rusty said as he removed his wallet from his pocket and handed six $1-bills to the husband.
Next, Lloyd unzipped his jeans, exposed his thick, 8-inched cock and jammed it into her mouth
‘Show us what a dirty, little hooker you are!’ he demanded.
‘Uh-hmmm!’ the tart mumbled.
Nonetheless, she wondered why he didn’t unload in her mouth.
Instead, he withdrew from it and stepped aside to let Rusty bury his 12-inched shaft in her throat.
‘Suck my cock, suck it, bitch!’ he growled.
Simultaneously, Caleb was fondling his 10-inched penis and observing the scene.
‘It’s far too polite to call you a filthy harlot, Daniella!’ he rasped while humiliation possessed her.
Soon, Rusty dismounted her oral gape, after which Caleb went to his car, returned with a big plastic sheet and spread it across the floor.
‘Lie on that,’ he said.
However, Rusty and Lloyd had recruited 30 more white soldiers to join them in defiling her and she’d scarcely lain down when their cohorts appeared, undressed and surrounded her.
They didn’t speak as they began stroking their variously-sized pricks.
Not only did the 32 studs jizz-spatter her naked body, they covered her face with spit .
‘Oooh, my god!’ she shrieked as she fingered her vag to an orgasm while guys kept ejaculating on her.
Rusty and Lloyd had never seen such a mess, though the other soldiers grabbed their clothes and departed.
‘Guess I’ll shampoo your skull-threads!’ Caleb grinned as he aimed his pecker-juice into Daniella’s hair.
‘Roll over and lick the plastic clean,’ he then said,
‘Yes, sir,’ – and she obeyed.
‘I think you ought to wallow in your own pig-slop!’ Lloyd suggested,
‘Naw, she’s finished conducting her foul business,’ Rusty answered – and so it was that she became a cheap hustler.
Needless to mention, she had no regrets.
The End
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