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God, I’m perverted, I thought to myself. I was old enough to be the grandmother of the three teenage Latino gangsters groping my big ass while we walked up Mission St. The tight Lycra mesh dress I wore hid nothing. In fact, it probably highlighted my sissy body. I stepped down harder to make my boobs bounce. My ass swayed and so did my flaccid cock.The night was young and the street was well lit. Passing men stared and commented in Spanish. I didn’t understand but knowing the importance of machismo to these men, I doubt I was being complimented. One word I did understand, “maricón” (means sissy) was used often. And references to “carajo” (cock) and “huevos” (balls) let me know my dress concealed nothing.I reveled in my walk of shame and slowed my mincing steps to prolong my public humiliation. Had the boys told me to crawl on the sidewalk, I would have gladly complied. Twenty or thirty minutes ago, I had been high on Quaaludes and feeling very sexy, on a date with Nick, a friend of my owner, Ralph. Nick enjoyed exhibiting me to strangers almost as much as I craved the attention. I had chosen the dress, not knowing where Nick was taking me.We rode a bus from the Tenderloin to the Mission District. The bus had been crowded. I stood in the aisle, not looking at the owners of the hands fondling my body the whole way. We walked a half block to a little store that sold Spanish language porn magazines, comics, güvenilir bahis and books. Nick collected Tijuana comics and this must have been his source.Nick chatted with the clerk in Spanish so I joined the men looking at magazines. I pretended not to notice their attention while I admired the photos of well-hung Latino men in one of the gay magazines. To my delight, the men were paying more attention to me than the magazines now so I bent over to pick up another magazine, and shimmied my big butt invitingly.That was when the three boys walked in. They saw me immediately and must have liked what they saw. They shouldered my circle of admirers aside and started handling my body. I never object to rough handling and these boys were not gentle.When one of them, I guess checking to see if my tits were real (they are), grabbed and twisted one hard, I moaned out loud. That caught Nick’s attention. He took in the scene. I was smiling and by then, had one hand in one boy’s pants, stroking a very impressive hard-on. Nick could see that getting me away from three very tough-looking horny young men might difficult if not impossible. I was having a good time so Nick, an opportunist, offered to sell them his whore.The negotiations were mostly in Spanish but I understood that I now was gang property when two $20 bills changed hands. Nick let me know the deal was just for twenty-four hours and he would güvenilir bahis siteleri meet me there tomorrow. The boys were taking me to their clubhouse. I promised myself that these boys would get their money’s worth, knowing (and looking forward to) a long night and day of sucking and fucking young men. I wondered how many hard cocks would shoot their loads of delicious creamy cum into my mouth and ass? A lot, I hoped.Their hands were rough, slapping and playing with my ass cheeks as we walked. To spare my dress, and add to my public humiliation, I asked if I could remove it. For the last block, I was completely nude.The clubhouse was a big old warehouse with a crude bar on one side. Some couches, tables, and chairs which probably came from the Goodwill. There were two lowrider vintage Chevy’s undergoing some mechanical work. There was more but I didn’t have time to look around. I was face down, ass up on the wood floor and welcoming a rock hard Latino cock that felt as big around as a beer can, pushing past my sphincter into my eager ass.OH GOD! This was what I lived for. I’m a cock addict, a sissy cum dump for any man to use. Most of Ralph’s friends and the men he sells me to are older, overweight, and out of shape guys. Many have ED and I have to work hard for their cum. I massage their prostates with my fingers and tongue and love doing it. I’ll willingly submit to punishment and physical iddaa siteleri abuse if necessary for a man’s satisfaction.As rough as they were, these Latinos were like a breath of fresh air with their strong young bodies and rock hard cocks. One of them put a rag with some kind of inhalant over my nose. I inhaled deeply and willingly. The ‘Ludes’ I had taken earlier were wearing off. I liked the drugged feeling of helplessness. I was putty in their hands.Without noticing, I’d been moved to a mattress in a curtained space. I was on my back with my legs being held by a man who was grinding his rectum into my lips. I was kissing his fragrant ass passionately, swirling my tongue as deep into his hole as I could. I was stroking his cock and gently fondling his balls with my hands.Another set of hands were gripping and spreading my ass cheeks for a king-sized cock, plunging in and out rapidly. With each thrust of the unseen cock, I tightened my sphincter and pushed back. The rhythm of the fucking sped up and then stopped, the cock balls deep in me. I felt the big cock jerking and pumping warm seed deep in my bowels.The fucker pulled his softening member out. It was immediately replaced by another harder one and the fucking resumed. With my face buried in a man’s ass, all I could see was his hairy butt and some tantalizing glimpses of his big balls and cock. The men fucking me were anonymous. I had no idea what they looked like. Were they using my ass for the first time, or coming back for seconds? Considering their age, maybe they were shooting a third load into me? I could only hope I turned them on enough to keep them cumming for more.

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