The Trip Part 3

The man in the car took hold of his cock, he pulled my head closer to him with a rough yank on one of my bunches. He wiped the slimy head of his prick in my hair, cleaning the spunk off it.

“Dirty slut, little whore.” He said,

He pushed me away. slid his dick back into his underwear and pulled up his trousers.

“I’ve got to go now, get this slut out of the way.”

 he said

The man impaling me from behind said

“Okay, man, I’ll finish her off in the open, no problems.”

He shifted back, his cock sliding out of my sore bottom, and pulled me out of the car. The car door slammed, as my assailant manhandled me to a kneeling position on the snowy gravel, my hands flat against the floor up to the wrists in snow, my knees splayed apart, my pert bottom arched in the air, the car started up and moved away. I was left in the open air, on all fours, and the second man wasted no time in getting back to business. He knelt behind me and grabbed at my left shoulder, pulling me back. Handling his cock, he pulled me to him, and lifting my skirt again, spat on my ass and pushed his dick into me. The pain was intense as it slid back into my raw hole.

“Aaaah, please, thats too rough” I cried out. 



“You ain’t gonna be able to sit right for a week by the time I’m done” he laughed

As the car with the man whose spunk now filled my tummy left the car park, I was filled for a moment with the horrible thought that it was Joe’s car leaving. I imagined that he was leaving me all alone here in this car park to be fucked by strangers. I started to cry, tears rolling down my cheeks. I squealed as I was brutally fucked doggy style, my hands slapping the gravel as I was pushed, then pulled by the force of the mans pumping.

“Oh yeah, you crying now? You sorry you came here dressed like this? You want me to stop? Does it hurt, bitch? Oh yeah, I bet it’s really sore, down there in your ass, isn’t it? Good, I like it when you whores get sore from fucking!”