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Shameful Hussy

Shameful Hussy

The 32-y/o Darrel, 33-y/o Gabe and 30-y/o Jim were white buddies, and one Saturday morning in June, they encountered a late-2o's brunnette wearing sheer stockings and high heels on the deserted patio at a bar.

She was sexy, had firm, medium-sized honkers, trim legs and a round butt, with them approaching her before Jim inquired, 'What's your name, honey?'

'Suanne.'

'I'm Jim; this is Darrel and Gabe, my partners in crime.'

'Which crime are you committing?' she asked. 

'We'll plead guilty to lustfully admiring you,' Darrel said.

'How flattering!' she exclaimed.

'We're sincere,' Gabe assured her.

'I hope so,' she responded. 'Have  you fellas ever tied the knot?'

'We're confirmed bachelors. You?'  Darrel answered.

'I'm single.' 

'Are you employed?' Gabe questioned her.

'No, because I inherited a small fortune from my 
deceased parents.'

'Guess you're wealthy,' Jim replied.

'Enough that I can afford my indulgences including golden-showers, degradation and extremely foul language,' Suanne detailed her interests. 

'No problem. We're sexist bastards whom some people think are rude, crude and socially unacceptable,' Darrel grinned as he ordered coffe. 'You realize this stuff's an aphrodisiac, don't you?'

'That's the reason I drank it earlier,' she winked.

'You're horny, aren't you?' Gabe ventured.

'Find out,' she challenged him before he lifted her dress above her bare crotch and thrust a finger into the hole ...

... between her thighs.

'She's drooling, isn't she?' Darrel sneered.

'Yep.'

'Hell, I'm betting she's a promiscuous moral slob  and doesn't care we're virtual strangers,' Jim remarked.

'I trust you,' she informed him. 

'You won't regret that since we'll not wound anything except your pride,' Gabe smirked.

'I have no pride,' she admitted.

'You shameful hussy!' Darrel growled, though Jim paid everyone's tab and led them nextdoor to The Junkyard, an after-hours club where loose paper, barrels, cardboard and tires littered the orgy room.

Having done that, he shredded her clothes and shoved her to her knees across a mattress, followed by the men lowering their pants, beginning to slash their pricks into her throat and yell: - 'The worthless lowlife doesn't deserve any respect!'
'Yeah, she belongs to an inferior species!'
'Violate her!'
'Tear her apart!'
'Destroy the twat-rag!'
'Suck our dicks, you vile whore!'
'Do it, slut!'
'We despise you, bitch!'
'Disgusting piece of shit!'
'You stink worse than garbage!' -  etc, etc.

Despite her many experiences, however, the cunt had never heard such obscene vulgarity inducing her to repeated climaxes.

But she could hardly believe the guys pissing and unloading jizz into a toilet plunger's suction cup, then plastering it against her pretty face while she moaned through the rubber.

Nevertheless, she'd so charmed the studs that they pretended to marry her – for she was and always would be a 'moral slob.'