Thick, greasy lips were mashed hard onto her cherry-red ones, her eyes wild and wide-open as she felt nauseous at the sour breath she tasted, the nasty tongue in her mouth leaving a film of onion and garlic in her. Large meaty hands squeezed her full, milky white breasts hard, grinding her eraser-thick nipples into the sand-papery rough calloused hands. Crying in anger and disgust at the odors and tastes she was assaulted with, the young minx kicked and scratched like a wildcat, but to little avail as the strong men pinned her against each other’s bodies, their moist and grubby work clothes pressing into her naked flesh, their huge bellies compressing against her thin frame. Strange moist trails were traced over her squirming body as the men fell on her, licking and tasting her washed and perfumed body, slimy trails of saliva painting her inner thighs, the backs of her knees, her ribs, her armpits and neck, the tender valley between her breasts. Her body became slick with the stinking drool of her attackers and as she broke from yet another fetid kiss, she gasped open-mouthed trying to catch her breath; at that moment a serious, fat-faced bearded black man coughed up a thick wad of yellow phlegm and spat it squarely into her mouth, choking her. The taste was incredible. Holly’s stomach rolled as she fought to keep from vomiting, inadvertently swallowing the snotty ball down her throat. The horrified look on her face drew a rumble of laughter from the crowd and immediately she was awash in a rainstorm of spit and snot, blown from thick wide noses and spat from fat lips. Big hands rubbed what did not make it into her mouth all over her pretty face, giving her a shiny glaze of saliva and phlegm, matting the scarlet streaks of her hair to her forehead and cheek. Her face burned as she blushed furiously, her skin hot and her mind racing as she felt the deep humiliation of being so degraded. Usually it was she who was laughing, mocking her victims with her abusive words, but now it was she whose ears rang with the filthy remarks of her tormentors.
All too quickly, her moist, slimy face was shoved before the smelly legs of a pair of overalls; the faded denim material fairly stained at the crotch with years of sweat and wear. The redhead shook with fear as she was ordered to undo the buttons on his fly. Shaking her head “no”, she twisted and squirmed in pain from her crouched position, her heels of her feet digging into her ass cheeks, her knees into the concrete floor, while strong fingers pinched and twisted her thick erect nipples cruelly, making her scream. Begging for mercy, she reluctantly fumbled with the buttons and reached half-heartedly into the dark opening of the pants. Not many days ago, she would have done this with one of her smooth-skinned Italian boy-toys who was shaved and clean, smelling of cologne and darkly handsome. Now, she felt physically sick as the obese gut loomed over her, the belly brushing the top of her head as her delicate hand closed around the squishy, slimy hotness she found inside. Grimacing, she pulled the surprisingly long and thick half-hard dick free, the low-hanging rubbery sack of bloated balls falling out with it. To her horror, it resembled nothing more than the scrotum of a hog; two massive globes in a hairy, stretched out bag of flesh. Her lips pulled back in revulsion, the odor struck her like a brick to the face; the earthy sour stench of unwashed dick was strong and overwhelming. Her horror increased as she realized the slimy feeling was from the yellowish paste of dick-cheese that glistened in the cracks and folds of the stiffening rod in her hand. Holly would have looked up for mercy into the face of the owner of this piece of garbage, but his stomach blocked any view the sniffling redhead had. Other hands were busy on her naked body as the fat workers pressed in from all three other sides, their body heat making it stifling hot for her, their gnarled hands kneading and caressing roughly her breasts and thighs. Thick gooey rivulets of saliva still flowed down her shapely form as they continued to spit and drool on her, the obscenely obese men almost feasting on the tasty flesh they were served. Holly gasped as intense heat shot up her belly when a thick, scratchy finger wormed into her surprisingly molten cunt. A reluctant sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, opening her clenched teeth, giving the opportunity that had obviously been waited for as the strong hand that covered the back of her head shoved her face forward, driving the now hard and slimy cock into her mouth. Holly’s eyes bulged in horror as the rancid meat flavored her taste buds, the metallic tang of spoiled meat filled her now drooling mouth as the hot, thick sausage bumped into the back of her throat. This time, Holly did throw up. A cocktail of fine food and expensive alcohol shot up from her taut stomach and bathed the nasty cock in her mouth with her own spew. Gurgling and choking, Holly struggled to no avail as her face was fucked roughly, her own vomit and his filthy dick-cheese lubricating her mouth as the belly above her wobbled and shook with each stroke. Her head spinning, she felt faint as the long, rough finger in her cunt sawed in and out, sending waves of pleasure up her tummy. Strangely, as she neared unconsciousness due to lack of air, Holly began to relish the meat in her mouth, almost enjoying the helpless feeling of having her mouth fucked with such a thick, powerful warmth. In a pleasant fog of velvet, she vaguely registered that as thick clots of semen spewed back down into her gullet, her tender pussy released itself, a fine spray of her own girlish juice down on the gray concrete floor.
It was at least an hour of abuse before Holly regained her orientation, seeing the dim, orange-colored light bulb that hung from the warehouse ceiling above her. Facing nasty cock after cock, she had wettened so many filthy dicks that she had lost count, had endured so many hands and fingers on her body that she felt sore and bruised. Everything was a fog of smells and shadows as her body was pulled and pushed about, a plaything for the dominating men around her. Holly would fade in and out of consciousness as they rubbed, licked and tasted her, pressing her tightly between their flesh, driving the air from her lungs. Groggily, she awoke again to a new sensation; she felt full again, a heavy pressure in her throbbing cunt and an odd feeling down below. Her legs ached, she thought, fighting to clear her mind. Her legs ached because…they were spread so wide. Raising her head up from the cool floor, Holly peered down her slick white body and saw the enormously fat stomach of another man, this one coal-black, as his gut and thighs pressed her own thin legs out to each side, as if she were trying to wedge a barrel into her crotch. Looking further up at the sweating, grunting face above her, she could only see the whites of his eyes in the dim light and the yellow teeth when he smiled in his pleasure as he sank his long thick black dick into her stretching red-furred pussy. Holly surprised herself as a long, satisfied moan escaped her lips, a moan that encouraged the behemoth that was defiling her to increase his pace, rattling her bones as his belly pounded against her flat stomach. Lolling her head back, Holly felt an intense heat as two flabby, hairy legs scratched her ears. Opening her eyes, she flinched as she saw two disgustingly large testicles descending towards her mouth. They were obscenely large and hung low from the jutting cock above it and her face contorted in disgust as she identified so many warts and open sores on it’s underside. Feverishly wondering when any of these bloated workmen had bathed last, Holly had no more time for thought as the warm, hairy balls brushed closely, feeling her lips kiss them. The smell filled her nostrils and made her gag as she struggled beneath him, her shoulders pinned by his thick legs. She felt her breasts being gathered together, mashed inwardly and an incredible heat filled the slick valley of her cleavage. The fat man sitting on her face was tit-fucking her, moving his wart-encrusted dick between the spit-soaked valley of her breasts. Never having had this done to her before, it combined with the fat dick in her pussy to give Holly a new feeling of unexpected pleasure. As her body responded to the oddness of cool hard concrete on her back, of her delicate and toned body being mashed by two bloated figures from the front, of the smells and tastes that now washed over her, the young redhead began to glide into a state of ecstasy. It was as if a wall of resistance was crumbling inside her as she no longer cared who was fucking her or how good-looking the owner of the dick was, all that seemed to matter to Holly at that moment was the feelings she was experiencing. Her body melted against the two fat men on top of her and she ceased fighting against them and began working with them. Opening her mouth wide, the inflamed girl greedily sucked in both bloated balls, taking them into her hot mouth. Lavishing her tongue over them, rolling the scabby sack around in her spit, she swallowed the tiny globs of pus and dead skin that dotted it, feverishly wondering if her ministrations were cleaning and healing his diseased flesh. She was instantly rewarded for her efforts by the powerful hands holding her tits as they now massaged and kneaded her breasts more ardently, sending waves of pleasure through her body as the fat man increased his tempo, sliding his meat between them. Her thin legs did their best as she attempted to wrap them around the wide back-side of the black elephant hammering her cunt, pulling his long trunk deeper into her as she vainly tried to grind her pert ass up to meet him, but was unable to budge even an inch underneath his weight.
Harold keenly observed the subtle change in her body language, seeing how his bride after a good hour and a half beneath his workmen. The cunning man could hear the almost imperceptible change in Holly’s tone as she breathlessly moaned under the enormous weight she supported and he knew she was well on her way to an epiphany, a profound and deep change in her character. Gesturing to one of the men, he whispered orders to him as the worker bent over. Nodding to his boss, the large man huffed back to the others and in seconds they all nodded, understanding.
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