“HOT SHIT BABE!!” the black my called out as he increased his tempo and began pumping his dick in and out with a vengeance as Pinkie bucked and fucked as best she could as she rocked back and forth. “GO PINKIE!!” cheered the audience as the black dude pumped and fucked her hard. “TAKE SOME MORE PICTURES” shouted Zin as he encouraged the others to come up on stage. As the black dude pulled out, he shot his jizz all over Pinkie’s legs and tummy and everyone cheered again. “NEXT?” Pinkie smiled as a stud unzipped amateur his Levis and proudly displayed his nine-inch hard-on. “WELL COWBOY, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? She teased as he plunged right in. Sucking cock and allure jerking dicks and fucking as she hung by her tits, Pinkie was now in heaven, reaching multiple orgasms as the tight men enjoyed one of her many sexual adventures. “WHO WANTS TO BUY THIS PRETTY SLAVE A TATTOO?” asked Tallesman. “WELL, FIRST, COME ON UP HERE AND PUT YOUR ROCKET IN HER POCKET TO SHOW SOME APPRECIATION. THEN, AFTER THIS LITTLE SHOW, SHE’LL BE DOWN IN JAKE’S TATTOO PARLOR WHERE YOU CAN BUY HER A TATTOO OR A PIERCING JUST TO SHOW HER HOW MANY FANS SHE HAS". THE ADVENTURES of PINKIE Chapter 32 - More tattoes, more rings for Pinkie After Pinkie had been offered a few more new tattoes and rings, the bikers won't let her have a rest. Pinkie's milk-bags flopping and slapping wildly while being fucked from behind became the current attraction. Zin and a couple of mecanics had built a special platform at the back of the old truck with a strong horizontal handrail where kneeling Pinkie can hold herself and maintain her upper body up out in middle air, her arms eventually cuffed apart and stretched far out in front of her. This position allows her hanging bags to sway and flop, on total display for the many admirers' tweaking, biting and beating with studded gloved fists, rods, closhes, studded leather belts, and other heavy floggers. Everyday, the excited bikers will imagine new games, Pinkie often taken to the tattooist for a kind of "free for all", during which time she would be tattooed to the bikers requirements all over her body and extrem boob-bashing games for pregnant Pinkie's hanging swelling udders... On the sides of the red truck, "PUNCHING BALL" was written in yellow letters. to be continued.... All of these stories despite pleasurable, require time. I have ambition to turn this genre into something worth presenting with perky images included. If you wish to support my effort or even request a commission, please consider supporting me on patreon under the search id of patreon.com/kgnotsex. Thanks for comments and rating! I have to admit I wasn’t entirely surprised that I had just gotten fucked on a deck in the middle of a Christmas party. It was sort of completing my week, the week I changed from a typical 16 year old high school cheerleader to a girl who would let a stranger fuck her from behind in the middle of a party just because a man was now controlling her to the point of ultimate surrender. My poor young mind raced as I adorable took yet another drink to try and wash away my worries from my mind and my ex-boyfriend’s cum out of my mouth. “Come on baby, I want to show you something.” Tony said and held out his hand. I put my hand in his and he led me back into the house. I immediately saw my parents and he led me over to them. The orgasm was still flowing through her and she felt minor shakes hit her. I said to Vanessa: “You can always tell him to stop at any time and I’ll pull him away.” That moment had come and I didn’t know what would happen but took a chance. Jenny couldn't help but groan as the hot, thin crap flowed out of her. From the point this abuse began, Laura almost always had raised welts on her adorable vagina, which made the inevitable subsequent rape excruciating. Ramu stopped in perky a tea-stall on the way and bought some thosais for breakfast. it was awesome to lick her feet then I made my way up you her thighs slowly. They seemed to focus on her chest, and Laura now noticed that at some point, her allure beat-up flannel shirt had unbuttoned itself, exposing her perky, lightly freckled breasts to the sun and her assailants. He shut his eyes and tried to block out the noise. When we got back to his off campus apartment, we sat on the sofa like we frequently started out. “Holy shit… where are you now?” Remember how exciting fire drills at school were when tight you Gods, that's good. Curley seemed to know what to do next. At least her hands there meant she for the moment was protected from the paddle. "You are cleaning up this mess Zoltar and you better not get cum on my tiles." We drove past and it was amateur dark so she pulled in. She said “let's go in and clean up and change in case people are still out on the strip when I drop you off”. His skin smells peculiar from the disinfecting soap the nurses have been using to clean him each day. I was feeling a bit sore even if I certainly was well rested.