Blake Garfield - Hung, strung housewife

There was the cum, of course. Jism streaked her beautiful face like trails from the migration of the world's biggest herd of slugs. More drying cum stained every inch of her sexy body. The wildest sight of all was her cunt. It was swollen and red and there were quarts of cum drooling form its peeled-back lips. The cum dripped and slithered down the insides of her thighs. There was a deep puddle of cum beneath her right leg, where she had been when the mass double fucking had taken place.

She was welted from the beatings she had taken. She was bruised from the pinching, beating and biting she had received from the mob of boys who had used her. Her lips were caked with shit, and dark brown smears of shit traced lines down almost every other part of her body. She was glistening with cum. The boys had spilled gallons of piss on and in her. Her silky hair was matted flat to her head from the piss that had poured down on her.

"Time for me to go," Jack said, counting his money. He had made a fortune off Rachel's slutty, sexy body. "I might drop back over tomorrow. Don't go anywhere, okay?"

"No!" Rachel cried. All she could see was Jack's hard cock and muscular young body. "Please don't leave me alone."

"Look, bitch," Jack said with a shake of his head, "you're a good little whore, but your husband's going to be back pretty soon. This is just a temporary deal."

"No!" Rachel gasped. She clamped her hands over her cunt, thrust her fingers up inside and stared at her master. "You could take me somewhere! You could keep me somewhere! I'd do good! I'd be good! I'd make lots of money for you!"

Jack thought about it for a moment, then began to smile. There was an old section of the sewer by the high school. Sometimes the kids went down there to fuck around. It was cut off from the rest of the city, too old to use anymore. It looked like a big fucking cathedral. A piece of sewer would be the perfect home for a gutter slut like Rachel. And he could make a hell of a lot of money before her sexy ass was fucked out.

"All right, Rachel," he said, rubbing his cock. "But first haul your lazy ass over here and give me a blow-job. I've got to take a wicked piss, too. Maybe even a shit. You'll swallow it all down for me, won't you?"

"Yes, Jack," Rachel said, her voice hoarse with lust. Pain tore through her ravaged body from a thousand directions as she tried to move, but she ignored it. "I bet your shit tastes sweeter than anyone else's."

Jack smiled and watched his beautiful, slutty slave crawl to him.