Tia's Bucket List Chapter 08

Tia's Bucket List

Chapter 08

© Cathartico

---Premise---

This story companion piece to Holly’s Sales Training, retelling events through Tia’s eyes. It’s not a recap, but a deeper dive into her own experiences - some mirroring her best friend’s journey, others entirely her own. It’s about male dominance and female submission with a focus on erotic humiliation, exhibitionism, and rough sex.
This is a fictional work intended for adult audiences only. All characters are adults, and all sexual interactions are consensual. Any resemblance to real persons or events is coincidental. Non-consensual sexual acts are explicitly excluded.
Always keep in mind that it’s a fantasy set in a heightened reality with over-the-top characters. Therefore, it shouldn't be taken too seriously and should never be extrapolated to real life. Instead, it’s supposed to be an ironic play on clichés. Individual statements and actions of characters in the story aren’t meant as generalizations for groups of people. Always remember to keep it safe, sane, and consensual in real life.

 

---The Breastie and the shock---

Hello everyone, it's Tia! Your fierce fashion reporter never shying away from the spotlight. As you know, I’m a hard-facts-hound! I’m not above going to the bottom and drilling down. After all, innovative investigators can't be squeamish in their hunt for the truth. They need to go where it hurts! Sometimes, that can be shocking. Other times, it can be scandalous. And that’s exactly what I learned…. the hard way!

 

During my obedience training, I came to know a simple fact: You have to be prepared for anything at any time and any place. You can always run into an old acquaintance or family friend. And so, I was in for a shock when I encountered my father's former colleagues from the machine factory. I never expected to meet the blue-collar boomers at a gym, and least of all at the GonzoGym. But this is where we were!

 

To give you a little reminder: The factory had closed down years ago, but my dad still held regular reunions to keep in touch with his old colleagues, so I knew the men all too well. Let’s be real, the closure of the factory had been a hard blow for all the guys. Try finding a new job at the age of 50 with a worn-out body and no computer skills. Good luck with that! While my dad found new employment relatively quickly, most of his buddies weren’t so lucky. Some worked as security guards, others had part-time jobs, but a few were still unemployed. Either way, times were tough for all of them. Period!

 

At that moment in the gym, however, our roles were reversed. It was me who had a tough time. Fortunately, I didn’t freeze when I saw the old sods. Instead, I reacted faster than a dog with a bone, jumping into the women’s locker room. Leaning against the wall, I breathed a sigh of relief. What a close call! It would have ended in disaster if I hadn’t pulled off such a brilliant vanishing act. After all, my outfit was so flashy that it was impossible to miss. The pink color could be seen from a mile away. Safe!

 

Here's another reminder, folks: I was at the GonzoGym as part of a promo tour. After modeling three gym fits, I was currently wearing a bubblegum pink v-front bra and matching leggings with a white garter belt design. The top was so skimpy that it barely covered my tremendous titties, and the pants were so tight that they showed my cameltoe and butt crack. Correction! It showed my naked ass because Chet had ripped the fabric right between my legs leaving me with a hole in my leggings. For fuck’s sake!

 

All the more reason to stay out of sight! And so, I waited and waited some more. In the meantime, I thought about Holly's training. Chet had actually kicked her out of the garage after their sex session and closed the door behind her. Imagine that! What a sick scenario! My bestie had no choice but to run around the neighborhood butt naked. On her way, she had even seen my dad on the other side of the street! But she was lucky because my old man hadn't noticed her. To be honest, I didn’t even want to picture what a fuss my father would have made! Imagine if it had been me! That would have been a million times worse. It would have literally nuked my relationship with my dad. Swear to god!

 

As it turned out, however, Holly had a guardian angel. And it was the same one as mine, aka our neighbor Ray. I guess it proves that we both need a strong man to get us out of a jam. Looks like that’s becoming a running theme, isn’t it? But whatever! When my bae finally made it to her mother's house, there was another surprise waiting for her. Just as she arrived, Chet rang the doorbell. As if nothing had happened! He acted like they were study buddies, meeting up to learn together. So ridiculous! And yet, the Dicktator helped himself to a second serving. This time, though, he banged Holly’s butt in her mother's bed. And all the while, Mama DeLuca was chatting with Mr. von Stein in the living room. Can you believe that shit! It sounded insane! But it was the truth nonetheless!

 

Fortunately, these shenanigans hadn’t happened to me. And they must never happen! Under no circumstances! Imagine my father’s friends taking me home and fucking me in my old room while my dad watches his crime shows next door. The horror! He’d cut me out of his will right away. Bet!

 

As you see, folks, the danger was imminent. And so, I took extra time to make sure the old codgers were gone before I stepped out of the locker room. My hands were trembling as I reached for the handle. Opening the door, I was overly cautious. But I knew that I couldn’t hesitate or drag my feet because I didn’t want to attract any attention. So, I took heart and rushed out of the locker room.

 

“Hello, Theresa!” I heard a noise behind me.

 

Oh shit! That stopped me in my tracks! And then I recognized the voice. It made me stand rooted to the spot. Oh no! It was Otis, one of my father’s friends. Fucking hell!

 

At first, I couldn’t move. But then I forced myself to look over my shoulder. My ears hadn’t deceived me. I saw two of my dad’s cronies leaning against the wall next to the locker room. They had been waiting for me! The chance to escape was gone! I had been caught!

 

I felt hot and cold when I realized that I couldn’t get out of this situation. In response, I squeezed my legs together. After all, there was still a hole in my leggings! As the boomer blokes approached me, I tried to act as inconspicuous as possible. But of course, that was totally ridiculous as I was wearing my pink outfit. Safe to say, I was screwed in every way!

 

When the men approached me, I asked for Ray, pretending to wait for him. Tell me again: what had I said about his help becoming a running theme? Whatever! I simply claimed that he had promised to drive me home. It was the best excuse I could make up, at least on such short notice and in such a fuzzy state. To my horror, however, the old farts informed me that my neighbor had already left. Damnit! That excuse had vanished into thin air faster than I could unbutton an overall. Meanwhile, I noticed the boomers staring at me like a piece of meat. And it made me shudder! My feelings were torn. On the one hand, my pussy was throbbing like hell. On the other hand, the geezer gaze was cringe as fuck. Bet!

 

“Oh, hello Theresa! That’s a surprise! Didn’t expect to meet you here!” The black gent welcomed me. “You’re home from college? Your father never told us.”

 

“What you’re doing in this neck of the woods?” He inquired low-key concerned. “It’s a skid row, not a proper place for a young lady.”

 

“Oh c’mon, Otis! I'm old enough to decide for myself where I go for a workout. No cap!” I replied real flippant. “I’m not daddy’s little princess anymore.”

 

“We can see that! Since when you’re walking around looking like a slut?” The other boomer inquired. “Looks like you’re running with the wrong crowd, no matter what you say. Does your father know?”

 

Oh man! That kind of nasty remark was exactly why I had never liked the guy, even though he was my dad’s best bud. He had always been the muscle among the factory workers as he looked like a bouncer. Now that he was getting older, he was no longer in good shape, but he still appeared intimidating. His gruff demeanor was reinforced by the fact that he spoke with a hard accent and never minced words. He was born in Poland and had come to this country as a teenager. Nonetheless, he had never lost his accent or his bluntness. As a result, he was a buttinski if I’ve ever seen one!

 

“Hello to you too, Pavel! Good to see you!” I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes at the accusation. “Thanks for your concern! But no, my gym fit’s nothing special, absolutely not!”

 

“As if it matters! You’re old! You got no idea ‘bout current fashion!” I snapped at the geezers when I heard them huffing in disbelief. “That's what young peeps wear for yoga. It’s called Brazilian body fit wear! Duh!”

 

In truth, I didn’t want to be bitchy, but I couldn’t help it. I simply hate it when my fashion style is criticized. Especially when it’s done by amateurs like these working stiffs. They had no clue what was hot and what not. Hell! They couldn't even tell the difference between classy and trashy if their lives depended on it. No way, I’d let these sad sacks tell me anything. Bet!

 

“I may be old, but I still work harder than all the men half my age.” Pavel wasn’t too happy with my rebellious rebuttal. “What about you? Lazing about instead of doing honest work?”

 

“Do I look like I'm chilling?” I immediately clapped back. “I'm working in a fashion store. It's after-hours n I'm still working! So much for being lazy. Duh!”

 

“Newsflash for everyone too old to be in the loop! This is a promo tour. This gym fit’s a brand new Vonderbody. Swearsies!” I dramatically pointed at my pink clothes, taking the opportunity to explain away my sassy attire.

 

“See, kolega? Not even Doug managed to raise his daughter to become a responsible adult. Just another millenitard.” Pavel responded extremely dismissively.

 

How typical! It was fitting that the bulky bouncer used the same lingo as my boss. With his hard accent, he sounded so much ruder and coarser than all his boomer blokes combined. And it had an effect on me! I scoffed in disbelief while my knees wobbled with excitement. I loathed it, but the nasty name and gruff sound made my pussy throb. Fucking hell!

 

“Don’t be too harsh, Pasha!” Otis disagreed. “It's that friend she always hangs out with. She’s a bad influence! What’s her name? Holly something.”

 

Oh jeez! It happened unintentional, but the comment made me smile. Actually, it was unfair because I didn't want to badmouth my bestie. She definitely wasn’t a bad influence on me. If anything, it was the other way around. But whatever! At that moment, the warm words made me happy. Of all my father’s friends, I always liked the black man best. He was usually in a good mood and always nice to me. Most of all, I liked his self-deprecating humor. Even though his name was Otis McClaren, he called himself ShortyMac or AirMac because he wasn’t exactly tall and couldn’t jump like your typical black baller. For real!

 

“Tell me, peeps! What you think of my gym gear? Is that fierce fashion or what? Totally drip, right?” I tried to distract the old sods. “Vonderstone’s doing a survey, you know. We’re testing if the new clothing line goes down well. No cap!”

 

Alright, alright, folks! I know, it was reckless. But the nasty name had triggered my horniness, and this was the result. I became too cocky for my own good.

 

“Girl, please! What is this promotion for? The strip club around the corner?” The buttinski didn’t believe a word I said.

 

“I'm afraid I must agree. These are truly slutrags!” The black gent approved the insinuation.

 

“Yeah, kolega! You hear this all the time these days. College cunts making money as strippers to pay tuition.” Pasha sold some rumors as facts.

 

“Better admit it now before it gets worse. We can still help you, Theresa! If your father catches you red-handed...” Otis didn't finish his sentence.

 

To be honest, I didn't even want to imagine what he was alluding to. He couldn’t mean the obvious, could he? After all, the two old farts kept staring at my titties. That would make them total hypocrites! But they had a point. The last thing I wanted to find out was my dad’s reaction if he saw me in such a sassy outfit. Definitely not!

 

“No way! I so don't work as a stripper! A hundo p!” I remained stubborn because I was right.

 

“OK! Fine! As you wish. We tried, Shorty! She had her chance!” Pasha told his buddy with a shrug.

 

“Looks like we gotta play hardball.” He changed his tune as he turned his attention to me. “So cut the shit! Ray's not here to protect you anymore. I don’t even know what got into him!”

 

Oh jeez! That hit me out of nowhere and I winced in response!

 

“We saw you, Theresa! When you were hiding behind Ray, with the can between your breasts!” ShortyMac huffed. “Stop denying it!”

 

“Tak! We also saw you in the women's corner doing those perverted pushups.” Pavel added to strengthen their case. “Newsflash for little millenibrats! You weren’t as hidden as you thought. Looks like you’re not as clever as you think!”

 

Holy shit! A world collapsed around me! This was a disaster! And yet, I hardly realized the gravity of the situation. I was too dickdumb for that! All I could do was stare at the men’s crotches and fantasize about their stiff pricks. Fucking hell! These are your father’s friends, girl! Get a grip!

 

“You’re right ‘bout something else, tho! You look more like a hooker than a stripper. What you’re doing, Theresa? Talk to us!” Otis added, his worry outweighing his anger. 

 

“That's none of your damn business, you boomer bastards!” I finally had enough of their interrogation. “For real! Why you’re interfering in my affairs, you filthy old fuckers! You ever heard ‘bout private matters, you Peeping Toms!”

 

“I should tell the gym manager. You’ll get your fat asses banned faster than you can say ‘raz my berries’! Promise!” I was so annoyed I became bitchier than ever.

 

And it worked! When I finished my rant, the men looked at me all puzzled. They hadn’t expected this kind of outburst. And to be honest, I hadn’t expected it either. But I was afraid that this encounter could spell the end of my sexventures. If my father found out, he’d put me on the next bus to college. And that was the last thing I wanted to happen. I so didn’t want to return to that tiny-ass hicktown. No way! I could never finish my bucket list there! After all, I had a whole series of sexcapades waiting for me. Facts!

 

Truth be told, I needed to find myself first before I could establish my personal fashion style. Only then was I ready to finish my studies. And neither my father nor his creepy cronies would stop me! Period!

 

As you see, my flash of anger was justified. But the old sods didn’t appreciate the swear words and didn't like my rebellious attitude. They agreed that I lacked the necessary respect, and it totally changed their mood. Pavel had been bossy before, but now he became real rude. Otis, on the other hand, was so disappointed that he became angry. And so, their vibe became stern and severe.

 

“So, daddy’s little princess won't admit her misconduct? Then you come with us!” ShortyMac grabbed my arm and started pulling me away. “We'll take you to your dad! You can explain everything to him.”

 

“No… no, no!” My tone softened as I tried to defend myself. "I'm no hooker, but that doesn’t mean I’m a prude. No cap!”

 

Holy hell! I became frantic and hectically shook off Otis’ hand. Luckily, the friendly fella hadn’t grabbed me tightly, so I could easily free myself from his grip. But that hardly calmed my nerves. My hissy fit had done the opposite of what I had intended, putting me in even more danger. As a result, I was in panic mode. At all costs, I had to prevent my old man from finding out about my extracurricular activities! Anything else was of secondary importance.

 

“Look, peeps! You wanna know what I’m doing here? Ever heard ‘bout yolo? Or fomo?” I tried to explain my change in attitude. “Of course, you haven’t. You don't know shit ‘bout things like that cuz you’re old!”

 

“You only live once… anybody? Fear of missing out… anyone? That’s what it’s all about for us millennials. No cap!” I declared. “I’m testing out different things before I commit to one job.”

 

“Seriously! Not that hard to understand!” I low-key scolded the blue-collar boomers. “Everybody can see it. Duh!”

 

In all honesty, I tried to come across as rational. But again, I ended up sounding extra bitchy. To make matters worse, I tossed my high pony over my shoulder in utter annoyance. What a diva move! I must have looked like a total drama queen!

 

“So... would you give the Vonderfit 10 points, you know, if you rated it as a hoe rag?” I continued asking all cheeky and bold. “Who you’re kidding! You’d pick up any pavement princess in this gear! Bet!”

 

And oops, I did it again! I completely overshot the mark. But not without reason! After all, I was desperately trying to distract the geezers from my dad. Capturing their attention with my killer curves seemed like my best bet. And it worked! Shaking my shoulders and wiggling my booty, I drew their eyes to my tits and ass. Facts!

 

“O tak! That look? It screams whore! Ty kurwo!” The buttinski eventually exclaimed loud and proud.

 

So, how did the rest of us react? His black buddy nodded silently while I smiled happily. That statement was enough for me to consider it a perfect 10. Like I said, dickdumb and all! The more I presented my charms, the more my priorities shifted, and my focus returned to my obedience training. Even though it could get me into major trouble, I became determined to complete my training successfully. Losing my job seemed worse than being scolded by my father. The hypocrite could no longer impose his rules on me anyway. Definitely not!

 

In a weird way, it excited me to be the bad girl and rebel against my dad’s will. I had never really done this before, at least not on purpose, but it felt awesome. It quelled my bitchiness and fueled my bubbliness! As befits a buzzerfly blondie, I finally acted spunky and spontaneously. Reaching forward, I grabbed both guys between the legs. Cupping their balls, I felt a bulge forming in their pants.

 

“Admit it, peeps!” I purred seductively. “You find me walking the streets, literally wearing these hoe rags, you’ll pull me right into your car. You’d love to have me as your pavement princess. Don’t lie!”

 

“Kurde! Look at the millenicunt.” Pasha hissed in response. “These entitled brats think they flutter their eyelashes and have everything handed to them on a silver platter. Talk about wasted youth!”

 

“Yeah, you’re right!” Otis agreed, sounding contrite. “Doug’s coddled his little princess too much! He forgot to set boundaries for the spoiled brat. Now, you see where it gets you.”

 

“Spoiled brat? Looks more like a defiant slut to me! I say we take over and teach this bitch a lesson.” Pavel suggested out of the blue.

 

And with that, he took the lead by grabbing my arm. In contrast to the black gent, his grip was so tight that I couldn’t escape. And so, the big bully pulled me into the men's locker room.

 

---Tata Shakes turns the locker room into a runway---

 Before I knew it, I was standing between rows of lockers and wooden benches. But the next shocker was already waiting for me! We weren’t alone! There were two other men in the locker room. But not just any men! Two more factory workers: the redhead Rory and the porky Paulie. They had just come out of the shower, so they were wet and naked, only wearing a towel around the hips. Oh fuck! This thing was totally out of control!

 

“Hey, comrades! Look what the cat dragged in.” Pasha announced. “No need to introduce daddy’s little princess, right? We all know it’s Tia!”

 

“Though, I guess, she's going by her stage name nowadays.” He corrected himself. “Pardon me! It’s Tata Shakes, of course!”

 

Holy shit! They had heard that comment too? Blushing in the deepest shade of red, I looked at the floor, which was absurd because the guys didn't look me in the eye anyway. They only had eyes for my tatas. Damnit!

 

“O tak, I know! Real stripper name! But that’s not all.” The brutal bouncer continued his announcement in the meanest way possible. “Our Tata here, she’s trying to convince us that she's no hooker. Talk about a truth denier! Hah!”

 

Oh gawd! As if the Polish pig and his accusations weren’t bad enough, a wild discussion broke out among the boomer band. Their opinions were divided. Since I had infuriated Otis with my defiant attitude, he scolded me for my recent decisions. But he still believed in me, urging me to get back on the right track. Rory, the red-haired Irishman, had always been nice and neutral towards me, so he wasn't convinced that I would sink so low. Paulie, the bald Italian, on the other hand, saw things completely differently. He had never liked me and that didn’t change now. He only saw the worst in me. Bet!

 

Just as their opinions were divided, so were my feelings toward them. Apart from his ginger hair, Rory hardly conformed to any other stereotype. He wasn’t your typical fighting Irish but always calm and composed. Normally, he was a man of few words who didn’t need to be loud or boastful. His size and rugged looks were enough to make his presence felt. Ironically, that was why everybody called him RedRoar. Paulie, on the other hand, fulfilled every cliché in the book. It’s no overstatement to say that he could have been a mobster because he looked like a gabagool-shoveling slob straight out of a mafia show. Actually, his name was Fusaro, but everyone mispronounced it as Bizarro. As you see, he really wasn’t my type. And as much as he disliked me, I reciprocated those feelings. No kidding!

 

“C’mon goombah! Anyone surprised this spunky slut’s become a whore?” Paulie expressed little surprise. “You grow a rack like that, you become an alley cat! Easy!”

 

“O tak! She was always born for porn!” Pasha agreed with him. “What they say? Grow to be a hoe! Harharhar!”

 

“Wait n see, man! Let her explain the situation first.” Rory didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

 

See? The men acted entirely on their feelings for me. Regardless of his opinion, though, Bizarro’s logic was so simple it almost sounded convincing! But in the end, it was just a stupid stereotype, nothing more! And that was exactly what made my pussy throb. Facts!

 

“So… how’s dumbtits gonna prove her innocence?” Paulie asked. “It’s clear to see arguin’ ain’t her strong suit.”

 

And with that, everyone stared at me, their eyes full of expectation. To my surprise, however, they waited eagerly for my reaction.

 

“Oh... well...” I stammered. “Told you, I'm on a journey of self-discovery. Honest!” I persisted in my explanation. “You know us millennials, always trying new things, living our best lives.”

 

“Right now, I’m dabbling in product promotion! No cap!” I tried to distract the men from the topic. “Look at my gear! It’s promo material. A hundo p! It kinda comes with the job! No big deal!”

 

“Marone! A pro-hoe then!” Bizarro didn’t let up. “Tryin’ to make a livin’ by pushin’ cheap crap to fucking fools? Mama mia! That’s the definition of whorin’ yourself out! You’re a hypocrite if you think otherwise.”

 

“Absolutny! You’re right, kolega! Next step’s renting out those holes.” Pasha quickly agreed, relentlessly harping on the issue. “We all know, Dougie doesn’t want that! So I say, time to tame the tart!”

 

Oh shit! Taming was the last kink on my bucket list. But Chet and the obedience training had already taken care of that part. It was finished! No more testing necessary! And for good reason! I definitely didn’t want to try out my kinks with my father's friends. Never!

 

“C’mon, peeps, what you say?” I turned to the rest of the boomers in a desperate attempt to end this sore subject once and for all. “What grade you give my appearance?”

 

“Hm…” RedRoar weighed his head. “I'm more into shy n innocent! The next-door type, not the stripper style.”

 

“You were such a charming sweetheart! Cute as a button n sweet as sugar.” The rugged redhead reasoned. “What happened to our spring chicken? That makeup, the hair, those nails… all of it screams trashy tart! Sorry, but I can’t give more than 6.”

 

“Madonna! Blonde broads that know they’re nothing more than cheap entertainment for men? That’s right up my alley!” Bizarro objected, giving his grade in the bluntest way he could. “Perfect 10 if you’re going for braindead set of warm holes with a pulse. Hehehe!”

 

Oh wow! That was a gut punch! But as much as it stung emotionally, it electrified my pussy all the more. I’m not proud of it, but I must admit that I preferred the nasty jabs from the scummy slob to the malicious insinuation from the gentle giant. After all, it was totally wrong! No matter how much makeup I put on or how slutty I dress, I’ll always be a natural beauty. End of discussion!

 

“See, that wasn't so hard, was it?” I babbled all bubbly. “Admit it, peeps! You've always thought I’m the fairest of them all. You just didn't dare say it out loud.”

 

“So, tell me what you think, fair n square. Let it all out, peeps!” I selfishly encouraged them. “You’ll feel better afterwards. A hundo p!”

 

Following up on my suggestion, I looked at Otis and Pavel, my gaze low-key desperate. Although they had already given their assessment, I needed their approval, especially after Rory had given me such an embarrassing low grade. Come on, boomers, acknowledge me!

 

“Busty n natural! Nothing wrong with that.” AirMac was somewhat sympathetic. “But those clothes. Too tacky n too trashy. 8 points, that’s the best I can give!”

 

“Who the fuck cares about beautiful? I take a nasty cunt over a prissy beauty queen any time of the day.” Pasha exclaimed.

 

“You see this titclown in the street, you just know she's gonna get rammed up the ass by some street thug later that day.” The Polish perv summed it up with his hard accent. “10 points for effort!”

 

Oh jeez! I was pretty sure that by now a puddle had formed on the floor right between my legs. That last assessment was filthy as fuck! And degrading as sin! But regrettably, hot as hell! Accordingly, my knees wobbled like crazy, and my pussy throbbed like mad. Believe it or not, I had to collect myself before I could continue.

 

“Here’s a little secret, peeps!” I whispered seductively. “There’s a special part to the promotion! It’s handing out freebies. For real!”

 

Once again, I laid it on way too thick! But this time, it was intentional because I needed to keep the old farts satisfied. After all, I had to make sure they kept the secret to themselves and didn’t tell my family. Hard to believe that it had come to this. But at least, there was a nice, little side benefit. I wanted my pussy to pulse harder! Going down this road seemed like the easiest way to make it happen. No kidding! I’m greedy like that!

 

“For every grade, there's a gift. Bet!” I purred, batting my eyelashes. “The better the grade, the hotter the service. Promise!”

 

And that cleared up any ambiguities. Nobody had to say it out loud, but I was proving Paulie right. By now, I was whoring myself out for vulgar gains. The more the old sods treated me like a slut, the more I acted accordingly. What a self-fulfilling prophecy!

 

There was no longer any doubt about where this was going. Even Otis had given up trying to appeal to my conscience. My father was completely forgotten. My mind was fully focused on teasing the boomers. After all, my slutty seduction was successful. I had the geezers in the palm of my hand. In the end, they were just as dickdriven as all the other men. Safe!

 

Even though the old sods liked the course of action, Rory and Otis protested. Remember, they had given me bad grades. Now, this audacity was biting them in the ass! But whatever! They should have thought about the consequences beforehand. Don't hate the player, hate the game! Sorry, not sorry!

 

And so, I prattled on before the mood changed and the old farts had second thoughts. Of course, I hadn't planned this thing in advance, so I came up with the list on the fly. One point would have been a ‘tit grab’ and two points would have been a ‘pussy grab’. Sweet stuff, right? I was off to a flying start, wasn’t I?

 

But then I was rudely interrupted before I could continue. Apparently, the old sacks thought I was babbling too much. They figured it was pointless because I couldn’t come up with ten satisfactory services anyway. Bizarro didn’t even expect me to be able to count to ten. The son of a bitch! But he was almost vindicated when, out of sheer indignation, I skipped the third point and went straight to the fourth. Fucking hell! Losing confidence in my capabilities, my father’s factory fellas decided to speed things up. Less talking, more fucking! The irony!

 

“Kurwa! You want this shit to work? You gotta get rid of those clothes first.” Pavel ordered as he cut me off in mid-sentence. “Strip off those hoe rags, titclown!”

 

What a bossy tone! Of course, I couldn’t resist it! And so, I immediately complied. Instead of continuing with my list, I flashed a bright smile and began to gyrate my hips. In all honesty, I was no longer acting consciously at that point but automatically. A dominant man gave an order, and I obeyed like a good subslut. Simple as that! It was obvious that I could dance better than I could talk anyway. It figures!

 

But first, I was determined to keep up appearances. I wanted to maintain the pretense that this was an actual promo for the Vonderbody line. So, I walked a lap past the rusty metal lockers and around the splintered wooden bench. I practically turned the locker room into a catwalk. And it was extremely well received! Let me tell you, the filthy old fuckers had never seen a bigger beauty strutting her stuff for them. Bet!

 

Despite the rousing approval, this was just the beginning! When I got to the end of the bench, I started moving like a true stripper. Bending over, I shook my shoulders until my fantastic funbags were bouncing as if they were jumping for joy. And I didn’t stop until they tugged on the top, threatening to rip the pink fabric. Turning around, I pushed my booty out until my pink leggings had slipped all the way into my ass crack.

 

And I still wasn’t done! Squatting down, I started to shake my ass. I was determined to show the blue-collar boomers the joy of twerking. The geezers actually thought it was some cheap millennial crap. But boy were they wrong! As soon as they saw my booty bounce and butt cheeks wiggle, they got excited and started hollering loud and thunderous. It was obvious that my dad’s cronies loved this silly whipper-snapper stuff. So unexpected… not!

 

“You like what you see, peeps?” I purred with a wicked smile. “Told you! The Vonderbody’s literally made for this. No cap! The fabric totally keeps the shape, no matter how much you wiggle or jiggle. Facts!”

 

“Sounds like the millenicunt thinks she knows what she's doing!” Pasha didn’t let this chance pass by. “Let's see if our titclown really knows her way around the promo material.”

 

And with that, the beastly bouncer stepped in front of me. I couldn't react as fast as he grabbed my pink top. With a jerk, he pulled his hands apart, and with a loud rip, the fabric tore into pieces. My tremendous titties tumbled out while my arms flailed about. I shrieked in shock, but my screams quickly turned into a giggle. Without wasting a thought on it, I began to shake my boobs, so my big-ass bangers bounced all over the place. Safe!

 

“I knew it! Tata Shakes knows shit about this Vonderstuff. Fashionista my ass!” Pavel noted in contempt. “Titty shaking and ass wiggling, that’s all she can do.”

 

Oh dang! That wasn’t what I meant with my comment. I guess I had talked too big. And now, it made me look stupid. For once, I had egg on my face instead of cum, although I can’t even tell which I like better. Tough choice!

 

“Everyone deserves a second chance, even dumbtits-with-a-pulse.” Paulie interjected.

 

And with that, he took matters into his own hands. When he stepped in front of me, I could see the sleazy slob sporting a boner that poked through his white towel. But I couldn't tell the size because he unceremoniously grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. With my back to his belly, I was in an obvious position. So, I didn't need any prompting but bent right over, dutifully sticking my butt out.

 

And then I heard another ripping sound. This time, though, I didn’t shriek but giggled instead. The chubby creep had torn my leggings to shreds! Of course, I hadn't forgotten that there had been a tear in the leggings before. I'm not that stupid, folks! But it had been more of a slit along my pussy and ass crack. After the stubby slob had laid his hands on the fabric, however, it was a huge hole, so big that my booty was hanging out entirely. No more chance of hiding that fashion faux pas. Definitely not!

 

But whatever! With my ass open and accessible, I felt a cold breeze on my cuntlips. And my reaction followed hot on the heels. Putting my hands on my knees, I began to twerk. The hole was big enough to show my father’s fellas all my assets: my steely buns jiggled, my swollen butterfly lips fluttered, and my luscious lovebox glistened. Facts!

 

“Yeah, you're right, goombah! Nothing but hot air.” Bizarro had to agree with his boomer buddy. “This bitch got no talent, just looks. Like any other sinfluencer or fick-fuck-slut or whatever you call common whores nowadays.”

 

“Hey, dumbtits-on-two-legs!” The scummy slob told me. “Now we know your Vondershit’s cheap crap. We got some better use for it.”

 

With a snap of his fingers, he beckoned me over. My cheeks were flushed and my rebellious attitude was gone as I followed his invitation and turned around. I had failed twice: as a fashion expert and as a promo girl. That left me with only one ace up my sleeve. I had to win over the creepy cronies with my natural gifts. That was all I had to offer to silence the filthy old fuckers. Period!

 

At Paulie's request, I took off my tattered top. Giving me a sleazy grin, he watched me turn the pink shirt into a towel and use it to dry off his wet body. Not going to lie, I can think of a shitton of nicer things to do than rubbing Bizarro’s pudgy, wrinkled body. Definitely so!

 

And yet, I dutifully did as I was told. In a way, it could be considered part of the promo job, as it gave me the chance to prove the Vondergear’s flexible usability. Still, it was such a silly task that it made me all bubbly and boisterous. I even started giggling happily when I realized how much the sleazy slob enjoyed me toweling him off. So, I had found a talent after all. This turned out to be a total win-win situation!

 

And it got the ball rolling. On the spur of the moment, I suggested continuing with Rory as soon as I had finished with the Sicilian sicko. And of course, nobody protested. What a surprise… not!

 

Stripping off my leggings, I turned the tattered pants into another towel and used it to dry off the rugged redhead. His body was much more athletic and a lot less wrinkled, aka a definite upgrade. Regardless of their physique, I really liked serving the men and seeing their gleeful reactions. It's pretty clear that I'm a people pleaser, isn’t it?

 

However, my exuberant joy didn’t last long. When I was done with the Celtic codger, Paulie drew my attention back to him. His grin was sleazier than ever when he pointed out that his armpits were still wet. Unfortunately, my top and leggings were no longer usable since they were drenched. But the stubby slob didn’t let that stop him, grabbing my proud high pony and giving it a rough tug. It was a clear order to find a solution. If I had no more Vondergear available, I had to find something else. It figures!

 

And yet, I made no suggestion. Instead, I waited for the Sicilian sicko to take the lead. He was the man, and I was the stupid subslut. It was his job to make the big decisions. Facts!

 

“C’mon, dumbtits-with-a-breath! If you're outta Vonderstuff, you gotta use your natural gifts.” Bizarro eventually told me. “Purse your lips n do your thang.”

 

And in response, I squealed in indignation. I didn’t get a chance to process the information, so his next move caught me off-guard. I hadn’t expected it, and I didn’t want it either. But then again, I had given up control, and now I had to deal with what I got served. Luckily, my mood matched my task. So, I pulled a sulky face while the Sicilian sicko pulled my pout through his hairy armpit. What a nasty thing to do! This was gross! And super humiliating! But regrettably it was the kind of bossy behavior that made my pussy respond. I’m a subslut like that!

 

Needless to say, I whined and whimpered as Bizarro turned my soft lips into a washcloth. Apparently, the loathsome lard couldn’t get enough of me screaming bloody murder, because he repeated the whole thing with his left armpit. I knew that I was getting close to tapping out, so I clasped my arms behind my back to keep them out of the way. It was the most submissive gesture ever as I let the chubby creep have his way with me. Promise!

 

I must admit, the ordeal felt a lot longer than it actually lasted. When Paulie was finally done, he let go of my blonde ponytail. At last! So, I hastily took a step back. And that’s when I saw that the scummy slob had lost his towel. His cock was sticking out rock-hard, pointing straight at me. I looked at the fat-ass fuckhead and he gave me a shit-eating grin. I pulled a pout, and he grabbed my proud high pony. Jesus!

 

Next thing I knew, I was on my knees and Bizarro slid my cheeks over his hairy thighs, first left then right. Can you believe it? He didn’t stop at my mouth but turned my whole face into a washcloth! Although I cringed hard as hell, I kept my lips puckered. Of course, the chubby creep took it as an invitation and pressed my pout into his pubic hair. He let my head slide around his boner in wide circles until my cherry lips had dried off his pubes. And then he zeroed in on his balls. The circles got tighter and tighter until my mouth was pressed against his hairy nutsack. This was yikes! And super degrading! But regrettably it was just the right stuff for a stupid subslut!

 

Remember, Chet and Matt had made me edge a bunch of times during the obedience training. Consequently, I was horny as hell! And it showed! I felt a familiar feeling come over me. Once again, a dicktrance took hold of me. As a result, I kept staring at the hard cock while the loathsome lard pushed my face through his pubes and over his balls. I badly wanted to lunge forward and devour his stiff shaft. I desperately wanted to suckle on his meaty muscle. I was needy like that! But it wasn’t my call. So, I tried damn hard to avoid doing something so stupid. Promise!

 

Eventually, Paulie pushed me off. Staggering backwards, I landed on my bare butt. Keeping my sulky face, I looked around expectantly. As if I were asking who was going to use my face as a washcloth next! Of course, I didn't mean it that way, but it still amused the boomer blokes to no end. After all, I must have looked like a true airhead-with-airbags. So silly!

 

---Tata Shakes is a paperbag rider----

 The mood in the locker room had changed completely. By now, all the men agreed that my bratty behavior was inappropriate. It was obvious that my father had failed to teach me manners, so it was up to his friends to take over my punishment. And they were more than ready to teach the spoiled slut a lesson. Bet!

 

“C’mon titclown, you think you're a supermodel or something? Always looking fashionable and shit?” Pasha addressed me. “Everywhere’s your runway, right?”

 

“You wanna swank around in saucy shit?” He asked me straight to the face. “Let’s see how Tata Shakes struts about in this stuff.”

 

And with that, the Polish pig caught me on the wrong foot. He totally lived up to his name when he pulled a brown paperbag out from behind his back. In response, my jaw dropped because I had no idea where it was coming from. As if it mattered! All that mattered was where it was going. And before I could move, the big bully put the paperbag over my head. Can you believe it? My mind boggled!

 

I screamed in outrage! But my yelling got stifled by the bag over my head. I couldn’t see shit while the men couldn’t see my face. Apparently, the old sods loved that part. Finally, they had shut up my babbling. At long last, they could admire my terrific titties without my chatter distracting them. I, on the other hand, didn't see it that way! I was the belle of the ball! My cute face was a thing of beauty. Covering it up was a crime against nature!

 

And yet, I didn't even think about pulling the bag off my head. The men had the power to make decisions, and luckily, they didn’t make me wait long before they took action. Real soon, I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me to my feet. A slap to my ass made me stumble forward and got me going. Hard to believe, but I was taking another lap around the wooden bench. Once again, the locker room was my catwalk. This time, though, I couldn’t see where I was going. And accordingly, my walk was anything but gracious. Instead, I staggered around awkwardly. The humiliation was next level!

 

Nevertheless, I noticed a stunning side effect. The more I stumbled around, the more my titties swung about. The more my boobies jiggled, the more the old sacks jeered. And it said more than a thousand words. The banger boys had told me before, but I wasn't ready to believe it then. Now, however, it proved true once and for all. With my big meat bolsters, I was no fashion model! I was better suited as a centerfold. Even if it pains me to admit it, in the end Bizarro was right. I had the best chances of success as a sinfluencer. Bet!

 

“Say again! Tata Shakes had somethin’ like a wish list, right?” Paulie asked the other boomer blokes.

 

“Yeah, it was something like ‘titty grab’ for 1 n ‘beaver grab’ for 2.” Rory was slowly getting out of his shell and showing some grit.

 

And the next second, I felt a calloused hand on my soft titty flesh. Apparently, the old sods were standing close around me. Although I didn't know who it was, the geezer grasped my fab fleshpads as if he had to hold on for dear life and squeezed my fluffy fleshpillows like a pair of horns. Honkers, honkers!

 

Shortly after, I felt the gnarled hand on my pussy. The old fart grabbed my cameltoe and pressed it together, as if testing to see if the juice was worth the squeeze. Keeping my pubic mound pinched together, he slid his calloused fingers up and down until my legs wobbled and I had to brace myself against the man’s shoulder for support. A slap to the ass sent me back on my way and I stumbled on. But I didn’t get far before I bumped into another creepy crony.

 

“If that’s 1 n 2, then 3 must be French kissin’.” I heard Bizarro’s voice from somewhere in the room.

 

Oh fuck! The bawdy boomers had tricked me. I could no longer join the conversation, so they simply continued my list without me. In fact, they turned the gift list into a wish list. This would definitely end well... not!

 

Unfortunately, it was too late for me to intervene! I didn’t know who it was, but someone was standing in front of me, and he had already started. Grabbing the bag, he tore a hole into the paper. Since the tear was at mouth level, I still couldn’t see a thing. And so, I gasped when I felt a pair of hands on my bomb-ass boobs. Whoever this old sack was, he wasn’t just grabbing my tremendous titties, he was literally mauling them! He’d surely leave his handprints on my creamy, white cans. No doubt about it!

 

To be honest, there wasn’t much I could do except cling to a rusty locker door while doing my best to hold myself up. But it didn’t get any better when the geezer grabbed my pussy. One by one, he took a bacon dangler in each hand and rolled the swollen snatchflaps between his fingers. I couldn’t see a thing, but I was more aware than ever of my fleshy butterfly wings! This was nasty as fuck! And humiliating as hell! But regrettably it was stimulating as sin!

 

No matter what, the capper was yet to come. While one hand remained on my cuntlips, I suddenly felt the other hand on the back of my head. Holding me in place, a tongue got shoved through the hole in the paperbag. As much as I was gasping, my mouth was open and willing. And so, I found myself French kissing a filthy old fucker who was more than twice my age. Not only that, but I was also playing tonsil tennis with one of my father’s best friends. This was a total taboo! And super humbling! But regrettably it was insanely arousing!

 

“O tak, 4’s a handjob, 5’s a blowjob.” Pavel continued the list as another slap to the ass sent me further down the aisle.

 

I could barely understand the guys, but I heard something about jobs. Before I could listen closely, however, I got distracted when I ran into the next geezer. He immediately shoved his lapper down my throat and tonguefucked my tonsils while grabbing my tits and twat. Whoever it was, he was a penny-pincher because he focused on pinching my rock-hard nipples and sensitive clit. Whenever he tweaked my stiff buds, my body jerked fiercely. Whenever he squeezed my pleasure pearl, I thrashed around savagely. Bet!

 

“Harharhar! Look at that, comrades! The titclown’s also a clitclown.” It was the Polish perv himself. “The bitch may be thick as pigshit but she knows how to be an entertainment unit for men! Harharhar!”

 

Of course, I gasped in outrage. You know how I roll! At the same time, though, I almost begged the brute bully to make the clitclown bounce like a jumping jack. I’m not proud of it, but I was so needy that I was willing to go there. In fact, I didn’t need much more! One more nipple-tweak and the wave would break. One more clit-flick and I’d explode. To be perfectly honest, I was completely guided by lust and desperate to feel an orgasm. Safe!

 

But it didn’t come to that. Before I got the chance to beg, the Polish pig pushed my hand down until my fingers were wrapped around his cock. Without thinking, I started massaging his stiff prick. Extra slowly, I slid my hand up and down before I used the square tips of my long French ombre nails to tickle his sack and tease his shaft. This was a killer handjob!

 

Believe me, I provided prime pleasure. But I still didn't get to finish the job. All of a sudden, I was dragged in front of a rusty locker and pushed down until I was squatting with my legs spread. And then my hole got plugged without any beating about the bush. I didn’t see it coming, but a meaty rod got pushed through the tear in the bag until it filled my mouth. During the handjob, Pavel had left the active part to me, but that was over now. Taking control, he turned me into nothing more than a warm cocksocket. With my body sandwiched between the locker and the man’s body, I had no chance to move. And so, the bulky bouncer turned my mouth into a wet gloryhole, fucking my face deep and hard until gurgling gags came out of the paperbag. But that wasn’t all! Slimy slobber spluttered from my lips and soaked the brown paper. This was gross as fuck! And perverted as sin! But regrettably, it was hot as hell!

 

Just as I realized that my pussy was leaking like a faucet, the cock was gone. This was so annoying! But it wasn’t my only worry. In addition to my frustration, I also had to watch out for my reputation. And so, I hoped there was no puddle of fuckjuices between my spread legs. The taunting would have been too embarrassing. I probably would have cum on the spot! Instead, the man’s cum hit the spot. Out of the blue, I felt something splatter against the paperbag. Holy shit! The brute bully was squirting his sack sauce against the paper. He came on me without actually cumming on me. The humiliation was extreme!

 

Anyway, the thick fuckstick was quickly exchanged for another boomer boner. One after the other, my father’s friends fucked my mouth. They weren’t exactly gentle. Instead, they didn’t give a damn about my feelings using my warm, wet suckhole to get their rocks off. As if it were a cockholster!

 

In the end, all of my dad's cronies got a thorough dick wash, which went hand in hand with the body wash they had done in the shower beforehand. And each pulled out of my mouth before cumming. One after the other, they sprayed their slimy seed over the paperbag. Not even a little splash landed on my titties or anywhere else on my skin. Jesus!

 

---Titclown gains intimate knowledge of lockers---

 My father’s factory fellas had shot their spunk, so the ‘bratucation’ was over. Nice idea! But the old farts thought differently. Pulling the paperbag off my head, they barely gave me time to get used to the bright lights again. Only when my eyes had readjusted did I notice that they were still standing around me. The final drops of cum dribbled out of their peeholes. And yet, their cocks remained hard. Oh my god! The greedy geezers were blue-pill boomers. They had taken their vitamin v and were ready for the next round. Fucking hell!

 

But wait! There were only three guys there! Paulie was missing because he was sitting on the bench. Looks like he didn't take part in the bag-banging. He obviously preferred to watch from a distance. And yet, he was directing the action because he told his creepy cronies to hand me the paperbag, so I could lick off the sloppy semen. The degradation was next level! But I was too horny to object. In fact, the whole thing made my pussy pulse in overdrive. Swear to god!

 

“What about number 6?” Rory used the break to get the discussion going again. “I say it’s a cuntfuck. You like that, Bizarro?”

 

Oh jeez! It was clear that the gentle giant was losing his moral inhibitions. No wonder! Once you’ve fucked a wet hole in a bag, you lose respect for the woman attached to that. And yet, it wasn’t the kinkiest proposal, so I guess there was still a touch of reverence left. If not for me, then at least for my dad. Bet!

 

“Marone! Go for it! Not getting any younger over here!" The sleazy slob agreed with the suggestion.

 

And in response, Pasha tugged on my ponytail to pull me to my feet. A slap to the ass sent me walking, and I strutted over to the Sicilian sicko with swinging hips. He was fully nude, and his legs were already spread. If that didn’t look inviting… not!

 

Stepping between Paulie’s legs, I swayed my hips in a ‘figure 8’. As I slowly leaned forward, I grabbed my fat flashpads from underneath. Lifting them up, I practically pushed my fluffy fleshpillows into his wrinkled face. I nearly smothered the chubby creep as I slowly lowered my soaked snatch onto his purple poker. It literally slid through my folds like a knife through warm butter. Once his rigid rod had fully impaled my pussy, I began to ride him like blazes. Even though his dick was bang average in length, it had a nice girth and was rock-hard because blue pill. Duh!

 

For a while, I literally bucked on his boner like a rodeo girl. But then, the loathsome lard leaned back as if to catch his breath. No wonder! After all, my tremendous titties had basically crushed his face. And yet, the Sicilian sicko proved surprisingly agile when he grabbed my hips. Lifting me off his rigid rod, he turned me around, so I rode him in reverse cowgirl. In this position, my fantastic funbags dangled freely off my chest. Bouncing all over the place, they gave the rest of the boomer band a hell of a slut show! Promise!

 

But suddenly I lost my balance. Grabbing my arms, Bizarro pulled them onto my back. And then he stood up! I shrieked as he rose, because his purple poker remained deep in my cunt the whole time. For this reason, I ended up standing in front of the bench, bent over with my hands stretched out behind, and impaled on an old pole. What the fuck?

 

All of a sudden, the grip was gone. My arms were free! And yet, I let out a short scream, because I got a jolt in the back that sent me staggering forward. I stumbled into a locker! No kidding! I know it’s hard to imagine, but it’s the truth nonetheless! I crashed into the inside of a locker. And before I could recover, the door slammed behind me. Everything went dark! And my mind was blown! I was trapped in an old, rusty locker! As if I were in high school, being bullied by the jocks. This couldn’t be happening! Impossible!

 

But then I heard voices. It sounded like the bodybuilders. Apparently, they had finished their workout and were coming into the locker room. I can hardly believe I’m saying this, but the action had saved me. I was hidden in the locker, so the muscleheads couldn’t see me naked. This was twisted! And super dangerous! But regrettably, Paulie had become my lifesaver!

 

In astonishment, I heard the blue-collar boomers talking to the younger bodybuilders. This was so absurd! A blonde bombshell sat trapped in one of the lockers while the guys talked about the latest sports news. To be honest, it felt like time stood still. I was starting to get scared that I was going to spend the night in that damn locker. That was bad, real bad! But here's what’s worse! My coochie would be throbbing all night long because I still hadn't climaxed. And like a good subslut, I’d only masturbate when a man allowed it. Promise!

 

So, I waited and waited some more! Finally, the time had come! The bodybuilders left the locker room. Shortly after, the door opened. And not a second too soon! The locker was so small, I felt like wedged into the tight space. But whatever! The geezer greeting me was Paulie. That made sense since he had been busy fucking me when we had been so rudely interrupted. But the stubby slob didn’t let me out! My jaw dropped when he grabbed my hips. I looked outraged when he pulled me up to my feet and bent me forward. Hard to believe, but I ended up with my ass sticking out of the looker and my head inside. Swear to god!

 

And then I moaned. Without further ado, the chubby creep drilled his purple poker into me. He didn't give a shit where we were or what consequences awaited me. I was just a piece of meat with a wet hole. The disrespect was real! But so was his staying power! And accordingly, I could only moan as my pussy got pounded. I had no clue if anybody was standing outside watching. I had no idea what the rest of the geezer gang was doing. For all I knew, one of the bodybuilders had stayed to watch the bitchy brat getting a lesson hammered into her cunt. Definitely maybe!

 

The thought of a random musclehead watching the nasty action almost made me climax on the spot! Almost! But at least, it pushed me to the edge. A few more thrusts up the cunt or a grip to the clit, that was all I needed! But I didn't get it! Before I could bring myself to beg, the cock was gone. Again! All that was left was the smacking sound of my wet snatch as the loathsome lard pulled out. Jesus Christ!

 

“Nope, not like that, dumbtits-with-a-dunce-cap! The fun ain’t over yet.” Bizarro said as he strolled away with his cock still hard and erect.

 

When the Sicilian sicko was gone, I slid to the floor as weak as a kitten. Breathing heavily, I realized that the scummy slob had just called my high pony a dunce hat. It beggars belief! And yet, it made my cunt throb wild as a tropical cyclone. This was twisted! And super wicked! But regrettably it was appropriate. After all, I had to be grateful. Without Paulie's help I would have been too stupid to get myself out of this mess.

 

---Titclown works off the wish list---

 Dumbtits-with-a-dunce-cap was sitting on the tiles of the locker room. Checking my surroundings, I sighed in relief when I noticed that all bodybuilders were gone. None of them had seen me naked, and it was better that way! But then I noticed that someone else was missing. Otis was no longer there! That was weird! But most of all, it was disappointing! I hoped I wasn’t the reason for his disappearance! After all, I had really tried to please the men. I couldn’t take another failure! No way!

 

I must admit, the absence of the nicest member of the boomer band gave me a real scare. But I got lucky! Before I could ask, the door opened and the black gent returned, announcing that all the women had left the gym so we could change locker rooms. Obviously, the geezers wanted to remain undisturbed. No more run-ins with uninvited guests. Safety first! How prudent!

 

No sooner said than done and the caravan moved on. I had no idea why, but I was so horny that I had lost any kind of impulse control, so I knelt down right in front of Pasha who was clearly the leader of the band. Getting on all fours, I turned my head and flipped my ponytail over my shoulder. What a dramatic gesture! And what an invitation! No way I could make my submission any clearer. Period!

 

Of course, the Polish perv understood my hint. And so, he grabbed my blonde dunce cap and turned it into a leash. My dad’s best bud led me out the door and down the hall. All the way, my heart beat in my throat. After all, there were still a few fitness freaks scattered around the various rooms in the gym. My skin crawled until we finally reached the women's locker room. My gosh! This was humbling! And it made me feel super docile! But regrettably it was exactly what I needed! In fact, it made me feel as if I were leaving a trail of fuckjuices behind me. Bet!

 

Once again, Otis was the most prudent member of the boomer band. Walking at the end of our little caravan, he made sure to cover my crawling body. He was also the last to enter the room, but not before hanging an 'out of order' sign on the door. So clever!

 

When we went in, the difference couldn't have been more striking. While the men's locker room looked shabby and rundown, the women's changing room was much neater and tidier. It was obvious that the GonzoGym had mostly male members who cared little about their surroundings. But all that was secondary! What mattered were my father’s friends and their discussion of the scoresheet. Apparently, the sight of Bizarro nailing my pussy had animated the rest of the geezer gang. And so, another wild argument broke out. The old sods couldn’t agree on anything, so they finally asked me. Dead honest!

 

“Oh... hihihi... that's so obvi! For sure!” I cheered in joy. "7 points, that’s a titty fuck, of course. I mean, look at these puppies! So worth it! A hundo p!”

 

As you see, I was practically bubbling over with enthusiasm. Shaking my bomb-ass bouncers, I made my fantastic funbags swing from left to right. I definitely made sure that the men's mouths watered at the sight. Promise!

 

“Nice idea, Theresa! But what about 8 points?” Otis asked with growing interest.

 

As I said before, ShortyMac was the most cautious man in the codger crew. While the other guys had lost all restraint, he continued to treat me with respect. That's why I wanted to find something special for him. But I didn’t answer because it was clear what would come next. The order was logical. First the suckhole, then the cunthole, so the asshole had to come third. It figures!

 

But wait! There was no way in hell I’d ever say that. My determination hadn’t waned. I was still hell-bent on saving anal for special occasions. And a lesson in ‘bratucation’ from my father's friends was no such event. Definitely not!

 

“C’mon, goombah! It’s clear as daylight! 8 points gotta be rimmin’! Capish?” Paulie became impatient and intervened.

 

Go fuck yourself! Forget about it! Just thinking about that nasty act was enough to shake me to the core.

 

“Fair play! But if 8’s rimming, then 9 gotta be fisting.” Rory took his own shot before I could pipe up.

 

And so, this whole thing turned into a round of 'make a wish'. No matter how kinky, everyone suggested their favorite fetish. So predictable! But also, totally understandable! I could only huff in disbelief and scoff at the irony. As if anyone would listen to a spoiled brat and her opinion! For the men, the matter was clear. They had given the stupid slut a chance to make suggestions and she had failed, so they had to intervene. From their point of view, they were doing me a favor. No doubt about it!

 

Of course, this was totally absurd! And yet, I couldn’t deny that they had a point. This whole thing was my own fault! I had hesitated and left the field to the dirty old bastards. So now, I couldn’t back down! It would leave a bad impression and I couldn't risk upsetting the old farts. I had to please them! And right now, they were as enthusiastic as could be. Facts!

 

But this wasn’t just an imagined scenario. It had real consequences! The next round would be hard as hell, aka hardcore! Accordingly, the old sods couldn’t wait to step into action. More specifically, it was the Rory who came up to me first. It was clear to see that he had thrown the last vestiges of moral inhibitions out the window. As far as he was concerned, I was a spunky slut begging for a stabbing. You reap what you sow! And I had clearly acted like a titclown, so I deserved a dirty dickdown. It figures!

 

Without any restraint, the Celtic codger grabbed my proud high pony and pulled me up. Even though I struggled to get to my feet, he showed no mercy until I stood right in front of him. In one swift motion, the rugged redhead turned me around and bent me over. Gentle was something else! Panting from the frantic movements, I suddenly began to moan. Rory's hand was on my pussy! And I reacted accordingly! My hands shot back to spread my steely buns. Any touch to my twat was welcome, so I tried to give him the best access. After all, I was still chasing after my first orgasm. Unbelievable but true!

 

In my defenseless position, my soaked snatch was ripe and ready. Not only that! My butterfly pussy was in full bloom. The fleshy wings were spread open, leaving the pink insides on full display. Exposed like that, I felt like an open book! My swollen lips glistened, revealing my arousal for everyone to see. Like a mating signal! This was humiliating enough! But it got worse. RedRoar laughed derisively as he reached for my beef curtain. Pulling on my floppy flaps, he stretched them out and rolled them between his fingers until I was groaning like I was going insane. I was an incoherent mess of lust and desire! Usually, I disliked the attention to my dangling drapes. In my horniness, however, I embraced any kind of attention. Honest!

 

And I got rewarded for it! My moans got louder when the ginger giant slid two fingers into my fuckhole. Thrusting them in and out, he filled the room with squishing sounds until my moans matched the rhythm. A third finger made me groan even louder and faster. A fourth finger turned my screams into a staccato in soprano. There was only one way my voice could get any higher: if he stuck a finger up my asshole and made me squeal. But I wouldn’t go that far. Not today!

 

Then again, I shouldn’t talk so big. First, I had to get a grip on my body. But the opposite happened. I twitched and jerked until I lost my grip on my ass cheeks and my arms began to flail. As if Rory gave a damn! Like a savage, he kept thrusting his fingers into my pleasure pit. No kidding!

 

And then I got hot and cold when it hit me like a lightning bold! RedRoar had given me 9 points! Remember the gift for that? You bet I do! And it made me panic. No one had ever done that to me! My pussy could never take it! But my silence didn't last long. Out of a sudden, I let out a deafening scream. And for good reason! The Celtic codger had initiated the final stage! Jamming all five fingers into my stretched snatch, he was trying to fist my hole! And I couldn't even blame him because he just cashed in his gift! Sad but true!

 

As if it were that simple! My cunthole was too small and my slit too tight. As a result, my twat tensed and resisted. But of course, that didn’t stop the rugged redhead. He wouldn’t give up so quickly! No way! Instead, he began to push and shove. The intensity was off the charts! It overwhelmed me, to the point where I became stiff as a poker. All I could do was shriek like a banshee and moan like a vulgar vixen. The obscenity was real!

 

Oh gosh! I can’t even tell if my lewd conduct encouraged or angered the Irish giant. As if it mattered! He kept ramming down my frontdoor either way. Poking and prodding harder than ever, each thrust sent me reeling. Can you imagine, folks? Every time the rugged redhead hammered his hand into my precious pussy, I stumbled forward. One step… and another step… and another one. Keeping a firm grip on my blonde ponytail, Rory gave me no chance to escape! Like a Celtic cowboy, he literally drove the cheeky cow before him, using his fist instead of whopping cries. As if I were cattle!

 

At the time, I didn’t realize it, but RedRoar drove me halfway through the locker room. He didn’t stop until I encountered resistance. A wall appeared in front of me. I desperately pressed my palms against the barrier to avoid banging my head against it. But then I noticed that it was no bricks but a pair of legs. It was Otis! With my hands on his thighs, I could no longer move forward. I was sandwiched between the men, which allowed the Celtic codger to apply even more pressure. And the effect was instant! My slit snapped open, and his fist slid into my fuckhole. Believe it or not, but his hand was deep inside me, all the way past his major knuckles. Holy shit!

 

Without hesitation, the rugged redhead pushed his arm back and forth. As if he was trying to hollow out my hole! Fisting away like a mad motherfucker, he didn’t give me a chance to get used to the stretching. This was filthy as fuck and savage as sin! Accordingly, I continued screaming at the top of my lungs. To keep from falling over, I had to hold onto Otis' legs. And so, the inevitable happened! The fist drove me forward, pressing my mouth onto the cock. And I had no active part in it! Like a hand puppet, I was controlled by the fist in my cunt. Jesus!

 

As I told you before, AirMac was a lucky dog. In relation to his body size, his dick had an impressive length. It looked like a black snake, big and aggressive. And I got to taste it straight away. Sliding over my tongue, his dick got driven deep into my mouth. Believe it or not, but my body got tossed around like a boat in a rough storm. No matter how much I slid back and forth, the big blade was so long that my holes remained filled at all times. My mouth became a cockholster while my pussy became a cocksleeve. Jesus Christ!

 

If I had been a hot mess before, I was totally out of it now. My eyes were wide but unfocused. I was alert but couldn’t string two thoughts together. I was still on my feet but struggling to keep my balance. So, I should count myself lucky that I was getting spitroasted by a fist and a fuckstick, shouldn’t I? Sons of bitches! This was freaky! And super kinky! But regrettably it was too hot to resist!

 

And it showed! This was the most primitive pounding I had ever experienced. What a sledgehammer method! There was nothing sophisticated about it. Instead, it was as crude and unsubtle as it gets. And with that, it totally hit the spot! I was so drunk on dick and intoxicated by lust that it was exactly what appealed to me. I didn’t need wining and dining, I needed fisting and pistoning! Who’d have thunk it?

 

And to prove it, a sudden orgasm hit me out of nowhere. It happened so fast that I came without warning. Oh my fucking god! This climax hit different! Every fiber in my body tingled, every neuron fired, and it all happened at the same time. Like an electric current, a surge ripped through my body. My pussy exploded in pure ecstasy until a gush of fuckjuices squirted right out of me. No shit! I was having a squirting orgasm! The burst of liquid was so strong that it flushed the fist right out of my snatch. I can’t even tell if this has ever happened before, but I saw it with my own eyes, or rather I felt it with my own cunt. With a loud snapping sound, the fist popped out, followed by a fountain of fluid. This was epic!

 

When I came back to my senses, I no longer had the black snake in my face. Instead, I was staring at a black ass. Oh shit! I had totally forgotten about the scoresheet! But I wasn't here to think. That was the men's job! And of course, Otis knew every act on the list. You can bet your life on that! Accordingly, he presented his butt to me, waiting for his special service.

 

But wait! I hadn’t been in my right mind when I made all these promises. The situation was totally different now! After reaching my climax, my excitement subsided, and my intoxication wore off. When the fog lifted, the hairy ass in front of me looked super nasty. This was too gross! And so, I hesitated. I pleaded not guilty by reason of horniness. But the men were having none of that. What a surprise… not!

 

Actually, the geezers didn’t remain idle. Even though I had cum, they still sported rock-hard rifles. And with the fist flushed from my cunt, my pussy was empty. But not for long! Rory wasn’t here to watch but to tame the spunky slut. So, he stuffed his pink pecker straight into my stretched-out snatch. In stark contrast to his calm demeanor, he was a fiery fucker. And so, he pounded me fast and fierce right from the start. In fact, he fucked me so hard that I was afraid he might have a heart attack!

 

And yet, the brutal banging had its effect on me. Once again, the rugged redhead acted like a cowboy driving my body forward like cattle. One deep thrust and I lost my balance... another push and my hands shot up in search of support.... a thrust and I tumbled forward… another push and I flailed about to keep myself from taking a nosedive… a thrust and I braced myself against the next best thing… another push and my palms got pressed against Otis’ ass.... a thrust and my hands slid apart opening the butt cheeks... another push and I was gazing at the black crack….

 

Oh wow! I had never seen so much hair in one spot. That’s a yikes! And so, I stared and stared some more while RedRoar nailed my cunt from behind. I had made a promise and felt obliged to keep it. I wanted to please the men and serve them well, so they’d go home satisfied. But the sight of the sweaty jungle was too much. It was a bridge too far! I couldn’t bring myself to do it, not on my own. I needed a push! I needed someone to guide me. Period!

 

“Hey meat muppet, you need help?” Rory asked from behind. “Looks like you can’t function without a hand controlling you!”

 

I didn’t exactly know what he was talking about, but he was right, I needed all the help I could get. Before I could respond, though, the pounding stopped. Pulling his prick out of my pussy, he left me empty and longing to be filled again. A second later, I was granted my wish. The ginger giant stuffed my cunt again. But it wasn’t his cock, it was his fist! Oh my god! His hand slipped into my twat like it was a wet sock. So much easier than before. And yet, my fuckchannel was still so tight that it wrapped around his hand like a warm glove. Now, I finally understood! With his fist up my cunt, the Celtic codger directed my body like a muppet. This was nasty! And super degrading! But regrettably it was absolutely necessary!

 

I must admit, it sounds unreal, but the rugged redhead pushed me around with his hand. While I moaned without restraint, I kept my hands on Otis’ ass, so his black crack remained spread. As my body was driven forward, my face got buried between the black buns. I shrieked, but my scream got lost among a mountain of meat. Fisting his meat muppet with one hand, Rory grabbed my high pony with the other. And with that, he had me completely under control. Whenever he shoved his fist in, he pulled my head up and vice versa. As a result, he rubbed my face through the hairy crack. I wasn’t exactly rimming the old ass, but my puckered lips were used as an ass wipe. The humiliation was sky-high! But my relief was just as big! Finally, I provided the promised service, fulfilling the filthiest fantasies of my father’s fellas. And that made me a valuable vessel! Facts!

 

“Wave to your family friends!” RedRoar ordered me when he pulled my face from the ass. “Thank them for their patience.”

 

And then he turned my head toward the bench where the rest of the boomer band was sitting. My mouth was still pursed into a pout while drool dripped from my puckered lips. And yet, I flashed a bright smile and giggled happily as I raised my manicured hand and waved at the old sods.

 

“Hey, peeps! Thank you for watching me eating ass! Hihihi!” I babbled cheerfully. “See? I can be a useful member of society! A hundo p!”

 

My expression of gratitude was well received, but my task wasn’t over yet. As soon as I was finished thanking the men, Rory pushed my face back into the butt crack. I continued to giggle while my mouth was pressed against the hairy flesh. My lips vibrated against the wrinkled asshole until Otis moaned so loud that it drowned out any other sound. And then the rugged redhead pulled his fist out of me. As his hand slid out, it met with little resistance. Instead, my little fuckhole gaped wider than ever. The emptiness made me sad and the desire to be filled overwhelmed me. Promise!

 

“No rimming, no dicking!” The fiery fucker informed me. “Tough luck!”

 

And then he waited. The message was clear, but I still needed time to pull myself together. Imagine the scene, folks! I stood there in the locker room, bent over and sandwiched between two geezers. They had free choice, but nobody moved. It was my turn to take action. I had to prove that I could serve the men without their help. End of story!

 

Eventually, the need to please overpowered me. If I satisfied the old farts, they’d satisfy me, wouldn’t they? That was some sound reasoning, and it was the trigger I needed. Sticking my tongue out, I buried my face between the hairy ass cheeks. The rancid stank hit my nose… the bitter flavor assailed my taste buds… the drops of sweat tingled on my tongue.

 

And finally, I succeeded. The Celtic codger pushed his cock up my cunt and pounded away. My response was immediate! I let my tongue slide up and down, munching on the ass. This was nasty as fuck! The psychological perversion boosted the physical pleasure, and in combination it escalated my desire. I could feel the lust brewing in my core like a thunderstorm. It didn't take much more for a tornado to erupt and rip through my body. Safe!

 

“Not so fast, little doll!” Rory reacted when he saw me starting to twitch. “You've cum already. It’s our turn now.”

 

And of course, he quickly followed up his words with action, making me whimper seconds before I reached my climax. The fiery fucker had pulled his pink pecker from my cunt and let go of my ponytail. Instead, he grabbed my titties and pinched my nipples. Oh shit! My boobnobs were super sensitive! And it killed my orgasm. Damnit!

 

---Bubblyfly cracks open the bubbly---

 I was busy dealing with my ruined orgasm, but the guys didn’t wait for me. Instead, they moved on to the next topic. As if it was no big deal! But it was for me. And even though I was panting heavily, I still heard every word they said.

 

“That just leaves the perfect 10. Makes me wonder what it is. Harharhar!” Pavel remarked in glee. “Oh yeah, that’s right! Only one hole left. Nice!”

 

Oh gawd! What a comment! It made me shudder as I immediately understood the meaning. All my alarm bells rang as I stared at the brutal bouncer in astonishment. Oh no, au contraire! So not going to happen! I had prevented anal at all costs, and I had been successful so far. I’d continue to be successful forever. Promise!

 

My mind was made up! And it had nothing to do with the situation. The course of the training had made one thing clear to me: It wasn’t the circumstances that mattered but the people. I was determined to reserve my ass for men who had earned the right to my innermost part. Guys I respected as Doms and trusted to protect me.

 

So, let's take a quick look at the men in my life who’ve made it onto the shortlist: Matt was a lazy slacker, but he had saved me from the police. Ray was a rowdy biker, but he had kept quiet and helped me in the gym. And then there was Chet! He was a tough-as-nails instructor, but he had created a safe space that protected me while giving me the freedom to explore my kinks. By contrast, my father’s friends were cut from a different cloth. They wanted to tame the spoiled brat with no regard for me or my feelings. I didn't trust them to keep me safe, so they hadn’t earned the right to tap my ass. Simple as that!

 

And so, I objected, which was the first time in a long while. To lend substance to it, I listed all the reasons I could think of why anal wouldn't work. As expected, Otis was sympathetic while Rory was back to his old self, neutral like Switzerland. Paulie and Pavel, on the other hand, weren’t convinced. And then the Polish pig caught me by surprise. He actually offered me 20 bucks if I’d let him fuck my ass. I didn't even know how to respond to that. I scoffed at the audacity and giggled at the absurdity. The gall to offer me money left me speechless. Treating me like a cheap hooker was one thing! But the ridiculously low price was quite another! This was outrageous to the max!

 

“At least, now we know she's not an actual hooker.” Pasha said with a shrug when I put my foot down and protested in strongest terms. “Doug got nothing to worry about.”

 

“Yeah, she’s just a piece of trashmeat like any other millenicunt!” Bizarro agreed. “All millenitards are the same, young, dumb n want their cunts full of cum. They call it livin’ the best life these days. Hehehe!”

 

Oh fuck! What a nasty pun! But at least, it cleared up their accusations about my job. The codger crew had no more reason to inform my old man. That was a success and gave me a feeling of security! Way to go!

 

But one problem remained. The service for the perfect 10 still had to be found. Damnit! I couldn’t hesitate any longer because the old sods were getting restless. So, I took heart and approached Pavel. I must admit, it's much easier to be brave when you're dickdumb, because you're not afraid of the consequences. That's a plus! And I was in dire need of courage because my proposal was the last ace up my sleeve. It had to convince the Polish perv, otherwise I’d be screwed! So, I whispered my suggestion in his ear and the beastly bouncer chuckled in response. He obviously liked my idea!

 

“Harhar! Ty kurwo! What a nasty slut!” The buttinski taunted me. “Didn’t think you had it in you. But you’re begging so nicely, who am I to say no?”

 

Oh jeez! His bossy manner made me melt like butter. I was way too susceptible to this behavior, which was damn dangerous. After all, it got me into trouble more often than not. And yet, I had never managed to resist the temptation. And this time was no different! So, I nodded in encouragement. And the next second, I screamed out loud. The big bully threw me off balance when he pulled me by the hair. As I dropped to my knees, the Polish pig used my blonde ponytail to lead me through the locker room without any pomp and circumstances. I hastily crawled after him while the rest of the boomer band followed.

 

“Alright, comrades! You wanna know what the bitch suggested?" Pasha said when his buddies asked. “You know what they say! Show, not tell. Less talking, more fucking! Harharhar!”

 

Oh gawd! What an announcement! It made my heart pound like mad. I knew what was coming, but I was still nervous as hell. After all, I was taking a huge leap of faith. I had never done anything so freaky before! Not by a long shot!

 

Unlike my father’s fellas, though, you should know what's coming next, folks! After all, I had taken a page out of Holly’s playbook, or rather, I had taken an idea from her blog. In fact, it was the grand finale of her own training. No kidding!

 

“You excited, titclown?” The Polish perv asked me.

 

Of course, I noticed the mocking tone and reacted unintentionally. Crawling on all fours, I glared at the bulky bouncer from below while he grinned at me from above. The power imbalance couldn’t have been any clearer. And yet, I wanted to settle this pesky matter once and for all! But that was only half the truth. Frankly, I really wanted it to happen! After all, my pussy was vibrating like a boombox at a rave, driving me crazy. So come on, boomers, do your worst!

 

“Awww, Tata Shakes! Smile and be happy! It’s your star-making moment!” The buttinski taunted me. “It's sink or swim, or more like, dunk or drink.”

 

Oh gosh! The scorn in his voice was so thick you could cut it with a knife. And I responded accordingly, snorting in disapproval. That was the moment when the Polish pig pushed my face down! He wasn’t the least bit gentle. Instead, he was so vicious that I tipped forward. Damnit!

 

“Here’s what the spoiled brat said.” Pavel enlightened his creepy cronies with total nonchalance. “To make the lesson stick, we gotta wipe the bitchface off.”

 

“You know the best way to do that, comrades?” He added with a little more enthusiasm. “A swirlie!”

 

And that was exactly what he gave me! I was already snorting and spluttering while he made his statement. And for good reason! The big bully had acted first and talked later. Leading me to the restroom, he had gone straight to a toilet stall and unceremoniously dunked my head into the bowl. He actually dipped my face so deep into the crapcan that my skin touched the stale water. The buttinski hadn’t even checked to see if the toilet had been flushed beforehand. No shit!

 

Holy hell! This was the grossest thing ever! The humiliation was insane! Nothing in my life had ever been worse! And there was only one silver lining. It was the ladies’ room. Remember what I said about the difference in cleanliness? I'd rather not imagine the men's room. Fucking yikes!

 

“What you say, comrades? Still see the bitchface?” Pasha asked the geezer gang as he lifted my head out of the bowl.

 

Needless to say, I was stunned, even though I knew what was coming. Hell! I had suggested it myself! But I hadn’t imagined it would be this nasty! When Holly had told me about a thing called swirlie, she had made it sound real dirty. Just thinking about it had given me goosebumps. But experiencing it for myself was so much worse! I can’t even put my disgust in words. Honest!

 

And yet, I must admit that I had made a mistake. In my desperate attempt to evade anal, I had underestimated the situation. Compared to Mr. von Stein, the Polish perv was merciless. He was much more barbaric than the old-ass owner. And so, I was in a fine mess! I guess, I should leave the decisions to the men when I was dickdumb and couldn't think straight. Definitely, maybe!

 

But that was a topic for later! At the moment, I had more pressing issues to deal with. As my head emerged from the bowl, I looked at the old geezers and waved at them cheerfully. Just like Rory had taught me when I ate Otis’ ass. Promise!

 

“Thanks for watching me get my bitchface wiped off.” I shouted happily.

 

“We are limitless n must never doubt ourselves. But we all need help.” I continued on a whim. “As per ushe, men aren’t interested in makeup n stuff, but you’re different, peeps! You got the will to make a change, helping anyone you can! No cap!”

 

Holy shit! That wasn’t the response I had planned. Instead, I sounded like I was giving a speech after winning a beauty pageant. So stupid! But it fit my current mood. So, what can you do? And yet, I pulled a pout when I realized that Pavel hadn't paid attention to my long, blonde ponytail. He let it hang in the bowl, so my hair got wet. I had been wrong! They were only men after all. Eyeroll!

 

Of course, my sulking reinforced the impression of a bitchface. And so, my head went back into the bowl for a second round. This time, though, the brutal bouncer pressed my face against the crapcan and wiped my cheek across the smooth surface. This had the desired effect as it was the end of my pout. But the buttinski wasn’t finished yet! Next thing I knew, he pressed the flush. I grunted as the water rushed down the bowl. It was a thunderous swirl, accompanied by a deafening roar. And frankly, the swirl and roar in my body was just as breathtaking. My emotions were in turmoil! The perversion was insane! But regrettably, the salaciousness was epic!

 

“Kurwa! Best thing since sliced bread!” Pasha exclaimed. “Look at that cunt. It’s twitching like mad! Back in Polska, we had a milking machine at the farm. This is better than that!”

 

Oh my god! I hadn’t even noticed, but the big bully had slid his dick into my throbbing twat. I grunted as my void got filled so abruptly. Pavel’s prick was so swollen that it felt like it was going to burst at any moment. That was probably why he didn’t do anything else, taking it slow. But I was having none of that! Instead, I greedily fucked myself on his cock. This was totally unintentional and even more obscene! And yet, I couldn’t stop! Every time my head landed in the toilet water, I wriggled around like crazy. This caused my pussy to slide back and forth while my velvety sheath clutched the fleshy sword. As a result, my pussy gripped the swollen shaft like a vice and practically jerked him off. Facts!

 

Of course, the Polish pig enjoyed the shit out of the cock massage. Apparently, he couldn’t get enough of it because he kept my head in the bowl. With his boner buried balls deep in my fuckhole, he flushed two more times. No kidding!

 

Oh my fucking god! I started bucking… I frantically humped the stiffy while my pussy milked the swollen shaft… I was consumed by lust… I became nearly delirious with desire. And yet, I couldn’t cum, neither in this place nor in this fashion! It would be too humiliating. Period!

 

As you see, I was caught in an emotional hurricane. My feelings were complex, but the truth was simple. I had lost control – of the action, of my orgasm, of everything. And so, I couldn’t reach the peak although I was dancing on the edge of my climax. Maximum excitement alternated with maximum denial! The back and forth was a total rollercoaster that rattled me to the bone! Swear to god!

 

But then it was over. The old Pole pulled his old pole out of my pulsing pussy, seconds before he was ready to blow his load. This left me completely confused. What the hell was going on? Was this some kind of pact between colleagues? None of the boomers had cum a second time. Weird flex, but OK!

 

“You won't believe this, comrades, but the titclown begged for more.” Pavel proclaimed. “Here’s the surprising part, though. It makes sense! After the taming and the swirlies, the bitch needs a shower to rinse off the dirt.”

 

“If you ask me, though, Tata Shakes is too much of a filthy slut! That kind of filth never washes off. You agree? Harharhar!” He asked his boomer buddies.

 

Of course, they didn’t! As a matter of fact, the other geezers didn’t share Pasha’s enthusiasm for the next part. Instead, they groaned with disappointment when they heard the news. After all, showering spelled the end of the sex session, didn’t it?

 

“Don't worry, comrades! She promised to let us join her in the shower.” The beastly bouncer tried to cheer up the guys.

 

OK, folks, before you ask, I must admit that he was telling the truth. I had actually promised that. In my defense, though, I have to say that I had been so desperate to avoid anal that I had said every dirty thing that came to mind. At the same time, though, Pavel’s enthusiasm had spurred me on, so I couldn’t stop suggesting filthy stuff. In my need to please, I was bursting with ideas. Shit happens!

 

But wait! This wasn’t the whole truth! I had promised this thing, but only to Pasha and no one else. And yet, I had a hard time setting the record straight because I was busy snorting and spluttering again. This time, though, my head wasn’t dunked in the toilet bowl. Instead, the big bully had pulled on my high pony to pull my head up as he stepped next to me.

 

Consequently, my snorting wasn’t caused by a swirlie but by a stream of piss! You read that right, folks! The Polish perv pissed right in my face! And it was my own fault! All these dirty suggestions had gotten me in a flow. As I searched for more ideas, I remembered what Holly had experienced while getting trained by the Vonderowner. And before I knew it, I had proposed it for the final service. My overzealousness was biting me in the ass. So true!

 

All right, folks! Let’s get you all up to speed. Here’s what Holly had told me about the training: Mr. von Stein had taken a leak in her mom's bathroom, and she had cleaned his cock afterwards. In the process, the big boss had squirted an aftertinkle in her mouth. That’s what she said and that’s what I had promised the buttinski. No more and no less. Promise!

 

So, what did Pavel do? He flat out blasted his bladder in my face! That wasn’t what I had suggested! Not at all! This was no aftertinkle but a fat piss jet! So not our deal! No way! And yet, I couldn't even show my disapproval. I had no chance to glare at the brutal bouncer because the filthy fluid splashed against my cheeks like a punch in the face! My head got thrown back, and I could barely keep my eyes open. The golden gush exploded like a water balloon and the piss sprayed all over my face. Oh shit! The disgust was extreme! And the humiliation was even bigger! In next to no time, my face was soaked and dripping with foul fizz. Even though most of the Polish prosecco poured from my face into the toilet bowl, some of the piss dribbled onto my bomb-ass boobs. I was shaking with revulsion! And for good reason! I must have felt the maximum level of disgust. Facts!

 

So, how did I react? I waved cheerfully to the spectators! And when I heard them jeering in response, I obediently opened my mouth! Oh my god! This was the most submissive gesture ever! I was literally pissed! In both senses of the word. I was angry as hell and pissed as fuck. Lucky me, the pee had shot out of Pasha’s pipe like it was a pressure washer, so his bladder was already empty. Phew!

 

“Look at me, titclown!” The big bully ordered.

 

And of course, I obeyed. It wasn’t even up for debate! All resistance had vanished. The old geezers had successfully reminded me that I was no rebel. Unlike Holly, I wasn’t part of the brat pack. I was no testy tart with a temper but a people pleaser. And for this reason, I wanted nothing more than to please the pricks and earn their compliments.

 

“Tell everyone! What exactly did you beg me for? Say it out loud, Tata Shakes!” Pavel asked me while I gazed at him from below.

 

Holy shit! What a request! It made me swallow. There was a reason why I had whispered it into his ear. The words weren’t meant for public consumption. But of course, I couldn't back out now, I had to go through with it. Otherwise, I'd look foolish and fickle. And that would only confirm the stereotype of the stupid millennial. Bet!

 

“Oh peeps… oh c’mon guys…” I stammered. “Give the bubbly to the bubblyfly! Piss me off, like literally! Hihihi! Piss on my parade, I mean façade. Duh!”

 

Jesus Christ! Saying these things was real difficult. But once I got going, it became much easier until I ended up babbling away. Still, the creepy cronies didn't react. Either they were too surprised, or they didn't understand. One way or the other, I had to express myself more clearly, speaking plain and simple.

 

“Please, gentlemen, plaster me with your piss! Pretty please!” It finally burst out of me. “Turn me into your pissmop! For real! Make me your urinal! Honest! I wanna be your lady latrine! No cap!”

 

Oh fuck! Once in a flow, I totally overdid it. But you know me. When I’m on fire, there’s no stopping me. Period!

 

“Mama mia! If you ask so nicely, dumbtits.” Bizarro exclaimed. “You already got a potty mouth, so let’s turn it into a porta potty!”

 

Holy hell! The words alone felt like a slap in the face, just like Pasha’s pissnami before. And yet, the commanding tone made me move my ass faster than a rat up a drainpipe. How fitting! To be honest, though, I was obsessed with the need to please. I didn’t care if it turned out good or bad for me. And so, I followed the instruction. Slowly but unsteadily, I opened my mouth while I looked up at the sleazy slob. I was ready to serve!

 

And yet, my obedience was immediately put to the test! I held on to the toilet bowl for dear life, and it was more than necessary. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my position. I was shaking too much for that! And it wasn’t even a fat piss jet. Quite the opposite! Like a leaky faucet, Paulie’s pecker let the vile whizz flow out. In a high arch, the golden gush sprayed towards me. As I watched in twisted wonder, I needed all my willpower not to turn my head away. What a difference! The previous piss blast had hit me like a missile. In comparison, Bizarro’s boner brew trickled out in slow motion. And frankly, the snail’s pace made it that much nastier. Promise!

 

In the end, however, the inevitable happened! The foul fluid rained down on my face and the pungent stench crept up my nose. The bladder broth tickled on my tongue and the rancid flavor hit my taste buds. The Sicilian soda filled my mouth and a shudder ripped through my body. This was beyond cringe! It was the height of yikes! Safe!

 

All right, then! There’s no way around it. Time to reveal the secret! I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t go through with it! As the fat-ass fuckhead filled my mouth, the icky taste became so intense that it got unbearable. At some point, I couldn’t hold back any longer and pushed my tongue in front of my teeth. Like a barrier! It caused the rest of the foul fizz to run out of my mouth and drip into the toilet. Although it seemed to take forever, the piss stream eventually stopped. It was over! The stubby slob had emptied his bladder and I had survived. That was a success in itself! So, I breathed an audible sigh of relief.

 

“Marone! What’s this bullshit? The urinal’s clogged or what? It's overflowin’!” Bizarro shamed me when he stopped pissing.

 

Damnit! The chubby creep had noticed my cheating. Once again, I had behaved like a privileged princess. But this time, I had been caught red-handed. And there was only one right reaction. The spoiled brat had to pay the penalty. It was only consequent! And so, I shrieked as Paulie pushed my head into the toilet bowl. Or more specifically, he dipped my face into the puddle of piss. Unbelievable!

 

As I went dunny diving, I hugged the toilet bowl and wiggled my ass. And of course, my wilding didn’t go unnoticed. Pavel was still standing behind me and he gladly accepted my invitation, drilling his dick up my dripping cunt. No matter how much I struggled, the scummy slob held my head in the bowl while his Polish pal banged my soaked snatch. When Bizarro finally lifted my head out of the toilet bowl, my hair was soaked and my makeup smeared. Thanks guys… not! I was really pissed that these old sods didn’t pay any attention to my appearance. They were old enough to know better! After all, that's the most important thing about a bimbo! Period!

 

Anyway, I didn’t get the chance to make a fuss because Pasha took advantage and began to lay some serious pipe. The Polish pig hammered my cunt with hard and heavy thrusts, penetrating my pussy so deep that his balls slapped against my clit with each thrust. He literally pounded my body into the ground until my body slumped down and my face landed back in the puddle of piss. Another balls deep stroke and he suddenly stopped, just as his swollen spear was completely lodged in my fuckhole. No kidding!

 

“Apologize to the toilet bowl, princess! Say you're sorry for making it dirty ‘cause you're too stupid to do your job.” The brute bouncer ordered me to do the unthinkable.

 

“Sorry... oh sorry… bowlie...” I had to start several times over before I managed to get the words out.

 

"I'm a pit latrine, not a fancy water closet. I'm the one who should be dirty, not you.” I finally blurted out.

 

“Drink, pit princess!” Paulie gave me the next command before I could die of shame.

 

Jesus Christ! I couldn't believe what I was doing but the bossy tone was to blame. I was too much of a subslut to resist, no matter how filthy or kinky. That’s why it felt like an out-of-body experience when I lowered my head and dipped it into the puddle of piss. And I did it all on my own! Can you believe it? I opened my mouth and slurped up the foul fluid. As I tasted the rancid flavor, I groaned in disgust. And then it happened! As if by magic, it made my ass move! Bucking back and forth, I humped the swollen stiffy hard as hell and milked it fierce as fuck. No kidding!

 

And out of a sudden, the Polish perv let out a guttural grunt. With one last thrust, he hammered his old pole into my lovebox before his balls erupted. My dad's best bud came deep in my pussy. In a single never-ending stream, the buttinski dumped a truckload of sack sauce inside me. What a huge charge of baby gravy! As if he hadn't cum in years!

 

“Mama mia! You're breedin’ the bitch!” Bizarro exclaimed in surprise. “Millenicunts using birth control? Fuggedaboudid!”

 

Oh fuck! This was totally over-the-top! It would be ridiculous if it didn't hit so close to home. And yet, I wasn’t your typical millenitard. Even if I was using this free semester to make new experiences and live my best life, I wasn’t planning on carrying the consequences with me forever! That’s why I was dutifully taking the pill. And I wasn’t planning on changing it any time soon. Promise!

 

“Haha, Pasha!” Rory laughed out loud. “You'll end up with Dougie paying for your kid's education!”

 

Oh my god! That beat everything! It was the ultimate cringe! The old geezers weren’t interested in the truth. They had their own view of things. After all, I had proven time and again that I was a stupid slut, so it was only logical that I was too forgetful to take the pill on the regular. It figures! And the consequences were just as logical. My father’s factory fellas laughed their asses off at the thought of impregnating daddy’s little princess. Sorry to disappoint… not!

 

And yet, the mere thought was enough to trigger something deep inside me. The idea was so kinky that it drove my lust to maximum level. And thus, it didn’t take long for the effects to become evident. Out of nowhere, I let out a deep grunt. The sound was so guttural that my voice rumbled like a freight train on the tracks. And for good reason! I was cumming! Imagine that, folks! I had edged countless times! I had suffered several ruined orgasms! And when I least expected it, a climax hit me! I’m not proud of it, but the thought of getting inseminated by my father’s friends pushed me over the edge! This hit different!

 

I can’t even tell how it made me feel! There were too many conflicting emotions. But I can say that nothing could stop me! After all the edging, my feelings were amped up to the max. And so, the orgasm was massive. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It felt like an endless rush of endorphins that left me lightheaded. No kidding!

 

“Marone! Gotta test the milking machine too!" Paulie exclaimed when Pasha pulled his cock from my cunt.

 

Oh wow! I've rarely seen so much excitement, especially from such an old sack. As a result, the Polish pig barely had time to withdraw before Bizarro was all over me. And he came on real strong! The chubby creep didn’t just objectify me crudely, he also stuffed me rudely. But he wasn’t alone! While the sleazy slob took up position behind my ass, his Irish pal stepped next to the toilet bowl. It was hardly surprising that his pink pecker was already out of his pants, so he waved it right in my face to get my attention. It was clear what he wanted. And I was so high on happy hormones that I followed obediently. Opening my mouth, I dutifully looked up at the ginger giant.

 

“Don’t you forget! Every toilet got a drain!” RedRoar reminded me. “Human or ceramic, ain’t no matter!”

 

Holy shit! The words were enough to make me shudder! And yet, the message was clear. No more failure allowed! Under no circumstances! This time, I had to swallow every last drop, no matter how I did it. And so, my father’s next friend used me as a urinal. But unlike his boomer buddies, he found a middle ground between a piss blast and a tinkle. Whether I liked it or not, the result was impressive! Like a sharpshooter, the Celtic codger hit his target with deadly accuracy, filling my mouth with a steady stream. Not a single drop spilled from my lips, not a single drop hit the toilet bowl, because I had learned my lesson. This time, I didn't use my tongue as a barrier. Promise!

 

Although it was a new method, it didn’t get any easier for me, especially when my mouth began to overflow. Quite the opposite! I don’t know how he did it, but the Irish giant stopped his golden shower and looked at me expectantly. He waited and waited some more. I didn't want to do it, but there was no way out. So, I finally closed my mouth and swallowed. Running down my throat, the Irish iced tea felt like lava! The taste was so salty that it made me retch immediately. The struggle was real! But the consequences were far worse! I couldn’t swig it all down in one gulp. I had to swallow the bladder broth sip by sip! Jesus!

 

Believe me, this was hard work, making me grimace like hell! Nonetheless, I soldiered on with dogged perseverance. When I finally managed to swallow all the boner brew, I dutifully opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. As if I were begging for more! And a second later, my wish was granted when the piss stream hit me again! The rugged redhead used me as his meat urinal two more times! And each time, he filled my mouth to the brim. While he kept his cool, the nasty action lit a fire under my butt. As a result, I humped Bizarro’s boner so hard that my velvety sheath massaged the shaft with stubborn relentlessness. As if my pussy was screaming for another seeding!

 

Guess what! I proved to be a brilliant milking machine! So, it wasn’t long before my father's next friend ejaculated his lifejuice into my pussy and filled me with his genetic makeup. In the meantime, I began to have serious doubts. Had I actually taken the pill today? The question was justified! After all, there was so much going on in my life these days that it was easy to forget. Dead honest!

 

Oh damn! Such nasty thoughts again! What happened to living in the moment? I guess old habits die hard. What a slip-up! It annoyed the hell out of me. And so, I pushed these thoughts away, refocusing on living my best life. Anyway, I can’t deny that the notion triggered me and kept my orgasm going. Trust me, I was just as surprised as you, folks! This was literally my second baby shower, and I hadn’t even stopped cumming yet! How was this even possible? Good question!

 

Nonetheless, I didn't get a chance to think about it because the action continued without pause. By the time Paulie stopped filling my void, I wasn’t just high on endorphins but also drunk on cum. As a result, my vision was blurred, and my perception slow. When I realized what was going on, the geezers had already exchanged positions. And so, Rory fucked my cunthole while Pavel pissed in my suckhole. Even though I could barely string two thoughts together, the important parts were still working like a charm. My sloppy slit clenched the cock so tightly that my fuckchannel conformed to every ridge and vein. Meanwhile, my mouth stood open so wide that it could be used as a piss trough.

 

But wait! You read that right, folks! It was Pasha pissing in my mouth for the second time. As it turned out, his bladder hadn’t been completely empty after all. When he had emptied his balls, however, his urge to void had returned. And of course, he used the meat urinal to relieve himself. It figures!

 

To be honest, it took me a few moments to notice that it was the Polish perv doing the honors again. When I finally realized it, I winced extra-hard. The bastard had duped me, and I had barely noticed. So stupid! And in response, I looked totally dumbstruck. Seeing my bewilderment, the bulky bouncer laughed his ass off while he let loose a fat piss jet. The golden gush was so strong that it squirted straight down my throat. And that was the end of my stunned face as I started grimacing and quivering. At the same time, though, my pussy tensed and spasmed. Consequently, my throbbing twat milked the pink pecker until RedRoar got close to cumming.

 

Holy fuck! The meaning hit me like a hammer. It meant more liquid kids from a family friend. That was so taboo! And super degrading! But regrettably I couldn’t hide my pride. After all, I had made the ginger giant cum in record time. That’s a mean milking machine for you! Word!

 

But it didn’t come to that. Before Rory blew his load, Pavel changed things up. Seeing my stunned face, he had fun toying with the spoiled brat, guiding his piss stream in different directions. And I reacted like a good subslut, following suit with my mouth. As if I were a piss catcher! This was fucking humiliating! But also distracting! In my dickdumb state, I could only concentrate on one thing at a time. While I literally tried to win a golden glove award, I neglected the meat milking. And this gave Rory the opportunity to hold out longer. As you see, this was a win-win situation for everyone… except for me!

 

Luckily, Pasha’s bladder was no longer full. And so, it wasn't long before I had drunk another load of piss. By now, my stomach was churning but I was too far gone to complain. I was on a mission to prove that I was more than daddy’s little princess. I was a skilled slut who could please men better than any pro-hoe. Period!

 

Although I was quite pleased with my work as a piss catcher, I hadn’t managed to capture all the foul fizz available. It made me pout when I noticed that Otis had no intention of testing my skills. He was too nice for that! Unsatisfied with my drawing power, I gave the black gent an encouraging nod, trying to lure him over to me. But instead, it was the Polish pig who reacted. Grabbing my head, he dunked my face into the toilet bowl. That wasn’t what I had meant! And so, I flailed my arms in a storm of indignation. But I couldn’t really complain. At least, someone jumped on my seduction, so I kept my pout and let him drag my head through the crapcan until I had mopped up all the drops of piss with my lips. After all, he had a point. I had spilled some splashes of Polish prosecco and had to make up for it. Go big or go home! The devil’s in the detail!

 

Meanwhile, RedRoar took advantage of the extra time. Grabbing my hips, he hammered his pink pecker into my dripping cunt while simultaneously pulling my booty back. As a result, my ass cheeks rhythmically bounced against his thighs until he bust his nut with a deep groan. And with that, a third portion of baby batter got blasted into my womb. I could only hope that it was protected after all. As you know, hope dies last!

 

Speaking of last…  Otis was the only one of my father’s friends who hadn’t cum yet. As he was still the greatest gentleman of the geezer gang, his anger had long since faded. So, he hesitated. But I wasn’t taking no for an answer. Fuck his scruples! I was on a roll and wasn’t going to let a hesitant dotard spoil my perfect score. This was all or nothing! And I wanted it all! So, I was begging for a stabbing until he relented. Some people must be forced to do what’s good for them. Definitely so!

 

Despite his big blade, ShortyMac stuffed my snatch real gentle, fucking me almost thoughtfully. To be honest, that was the end of my orgasm. I'm not that kind of freak! Adding insult to injury, the black boomer didn’t inseminate me but pulled his black snake out of my pussy before cumming all over my booty. Such a pity!

 

And with that, the codger crew was done with me. By now, it was getting late, so they quickly left the locker room. But I didn't care because I needed a shower anyway. After all, my hair, face, and tits were soaked with piss and my pussy was overflowing with old men’s seed. I really needed to check if I had taken the pill. Otherwise, I had to get the morning-after pill on my way home. In case I didn’t forget it again…

 

---Potty has a trashy mouth---

 I had done it! Against all odds, I had convinced my father's factory fellas to keep our little secret to themselves. And my luck didn’t end there. I had stashed all my outfits in the women's locker room, so I was able to put on the white crop top and ribbed sheen shorts. After all, my pink outfit was useless after the blue-collar boomers had been kind enough to rip it to shreds. Thanks for that… not!

 

Freshly styled, I made my way through the GonzoGym, stopping at the front desk to wait for Chet. Once again, I was lucky! My instructor was still at work, so I was able to tell him about my survey. After all, I didn’t want to fail the training because I had neglected to report the results. Definitely, not!

 

And so, I told the Dicktator that I had given out a total of four gifts. That was no lie because I had earned four loads of spunk. But of course, I didn’t reveal that the sperm donors were family friends, nor did I say that I didn't get 10 points from all four men. As if it mattered! Who’s sweating the small stuff, right? Think big picture!

 

And with that, I was out of the GonzoGym and on my way home. After all the hard and physical work, I definitely deserved some nice, relaxing chillout time. But not so fast! I was barely out the door when a voice stopped me. And I knew it all too well! It was Pavel’s hard accent that greeted me. And it made me freeze on the spot. I had thought the old farts had gone home, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, the buttinski informed me that the factory fellas had always been union members. As if anyone would be interested in these old stories… not!

 

“Tell me, little princess, you ever heard the slogan ‘an injury to one…’?” The Polish perv asked me. “That applies to spoiled brats too. A slut to one… and you know the rest!”

 

To be honest, I didn't know anything. In fact, I didn’t understand a word. It was off-hours and I had mentally switched off. Actually, I was toying with the idea of going shopping to get some inspiration for a new Vonderbody design. After all, I had to replace the torn pink outfit, didn’t I?

 

“Mama mia! The lights are on but no one’s home!” Paulie concluded correctly. “Fuggedaboudid! This stupid slut only understands actions not words. She’s a show-don’t-tell-slut!”

 

And with that, the stubby slob grabbed me by the hand and dragged me away from the door. But we didn’t go far. Instead, we quickly ended up in a place I knew all too well. Hard to believe, but I suddenly found myself standing in the garbage area at the side of the gym. Oh jeez! I had sworn never to return to this dingy place! And for good reason! I tried my best to stay away from the dumpster and trashcans because they were filthy as fuck. The old wooden pallets and discarded gym equipment weren’t much better, though, looking rusty and greasy as hell. Bet!

 

“Remember this?” Bizarro asked as he went over to a trashcan.

 

And my eyes grew wide! The Sicilian sicko pointed at the metal lid. There was something on top! Not just anything, though, something familiar. Hello paperbag, my old friend. Un-fucking-believable!

 

Before I could protest, Pasha shoved me forwards. It caught me off-guard, so I stumbled towards the trashcan. While I was still busy whimpering in disgust, the chubby creep grabbed my purse and handed me my red lipstick. I literally felt like experiencing a daydream. I was still high on happiness and under the influence of dick, so I couldn’t stop myself from following orders. It seemed like there was only one thought in my head: Please them, don't tease them. Keep going until the men are satisfied. No matter who, when, or where. What a mantra!

 

And so, it happened! I used the lipstick. Although my hand was shaking, I wrote on the paperbag. And every word made me giggle louder and longer. This was too absurd! But then again, it made me feel like a sports star signing an autograph. And why not? It just confirmed that the geezer gang saw me as a future sinfluencer. Awesome!

 

But wait! Sure enough, you want to know what the old sods dictated to me, right? So here it is! Pasha told me to write ‘titclown’ at eye level. That was bad enough, but it got worse! Paulie made me write his new favorite at nose level: ‘dumbtits with a pulse aka porta potty’. It doesn’t get any more degrading than that, does it? But of course, the scummy slob proved me wrong! Prompted by my giggles, he made me add ‘spare bucket’ at forehead level. Oh my god! I couldn’t even tell, which one was the worst. But it didn’t matter! By the time I was done, the paperbag was covered with dirty words that made my body quiver and that included the twitching of my twat. Bet!

 

At least, there was a silver lining! This was surely meant as a souvenir for the boomer band, nothing more. A bit eccentric if you ask me, but that’s not unusual with old folks, right? But then I found out that it wasn’t just a keepsake! Quite the opposite! I had hardly finished writing the last word when I shrieked out loud. Suddenly, Rory grabbed my body from behind. Ever since we had left the locker room, the ginger giant had gone quiet. But now, he sprang into action and lifted me with ease. No wonder! I was a flyweight for him! And so, my kicking made no difference. I still landed feet first in a trashcan. That’s a yikes!

 

Holy shit! This was more than yikes. It was fucking gross! And even more cringe! No question, I wanted out! So, I flailed my arms and shook my head. But to no avail! The Celtic codger held me in place while the rest of the boomer band let me rant and rave undisturbed. They obviously had fun watching me have a meltdown. Sons of bitches!

 

When I calmed down a bit, I noticed that it wasn't one of those metal trashcans. It was a paper wastebin. I hadn't seen it before because it had been hidden in the corner. But Rory had wheeled it out while Pavel and Paulie had dictated the names to me. No matter where it came from, it was a happy coincidence. While the trashcans were crammed with yukky garbage, the wastebin was almost empty. All I could feel was some paper waste on my knees. Lucky me!

 

But not so fast! The old geezers didn’t let me get too comfortable. RedRoar wasn’t done yet! Instead, his next move made me scream. But my shout got stuck in my throat when I saw that the Celtic codger had the lid in his hand. Not just any lid, but a special dome cover with an opening at the top. Putting it over me, my head stuck out of the hole. And with that, the rugged redhead closed the latches, locking me in the trashcan. Oh no! This couldn’t be happening! No way! I couldn’t get out! I was trapped! Fucking shit!

 

And yet, you know what they say: Bad luck strikes twice. There’s definitely some truth to that, because the dome lid had another opening. It was right at the front, and Rory knew exactly how to use it. Before I could protest, he grabbed my nipples. Tugging at my sensitive boobnobs, he pulled on my big-ass bangers until they were hanging out of the hole. Can you imagine, folks? I was trapped in a wastebin, only my head and tits were peeking out. I hadn’t seen this coming, and it left me stunned. This was outrageous! And even more horrendous!

 

Anyway, the conflicting feelings had an effect on me. This time, I didn't rant and rave. I didn’t swear my head off either. Instead, I only scoffed in disapproval. And then Pasha approached the wastebin. My scoffing reached a whole new level when he pulled the paperbag over my head. This was horrible! And even more scandalous!

 

As if anyone cared about a millenitard bitching and moaning! Certainly not the Polish pig! He wasn’t deterred. And so, it became dark and quiet around me. Since I couldn't see shit, it took me a few moments to realize that the codger crew was gone. They had left me alone in the garbage area, trapped in a wastebin with a paperbag on my head. This couldn't be true! This was a total disgrace! And a heinous crime!

 

But at least, it gave me time to reflect on my situation. There was no sugarcoating it, I was an anonymous meat dumpster with a pair of tits and an open fuckhole. And there was nothing I could do about it! What if I had to stay all night? What if I was found by one of the gym instructors tomorrow morning? Oh my god! So many ‘what ifs’! And with every question that flashed through my mind, a throb surged through my twat. The combination of kinkiness, exhibitionism, and submission worked its magic. But it was the uncertainty that gave me an extra kick. This was exactly what I had been looking for. After all, the bucket list was my way to break out of my sheltered, boring life and experience new, exciting things. This was wicked! And super dangerous! But regrettably, it was a hell of a thrill!

 

As you see, I was totally horned up, so I stopped thinking about eventualities and surrendered to the situation! Shaking off my worries, there were only feelings! With my mind free, I totally lost track of time. I had no idea how long I stayed in this position, but I was sure it had gotten dark outside. Through the hole in the paperbag, I could only make out the light from the neon sign above the door of the GonzoGym. Shining on the gray concrete, it gave the parking lot a cold glow. But it only sparsely illuminated the waste disposal area. And that’s when I wanted a special spotlight on me and my wastebin… not!

 

But then I heard a noise. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed footsteps. Someone was coming! Holding my breath, I tried to make out voices to identify the people. But no one spoke a word. Instead, it was me who suddenly groaned out loud. Whoever it was had grabbed my fabulous funbags and started kneading them roughly. As a result, the only sound to be heard were moans coming from the meat dumpster. This was so humiliating! And super nasty! But regrettably, it was damn exciting!

 

All too soon, the hands stopped mauling my big-ass bangers. Instead, the random stranger pressed them together to form a snug titslit. Without hesitation, he pushed his cock between my fluffy fleshpads and banged away. Even though it caught me off-guard, I enjoyed the attention. Of course, my body was used as nothing but a faceless jerk-off tool, but it didn’t matter! This was way better than getting thrown on the scrap heap like a disposable waste of space. Dead honest!

 

To be frank, the anonymity was a total kick! In combination with the radical ruthlessness, it was an irresistible cocktail. If I had been horny before, I was consumed by lust now. I would have loved to get my cunt smashed, but I was still trapped in the trashcan. In fact, I was so deep in subspace that I didn’t even think of touching my twat or rubbing my clit. Instead, I obediently kept my hands clasped behind my back. And with that, I was out of options. After all, I could hardly ask Johnny McRandom, could I?

 

‘C’mon dude, get to it! Help yourself to a serving of squeezebags. Grab ‘em n shred ‘em! Those big meat bolsters ain’t made of sugar. Take what you need, man!’

 

That’s what I wanted to shout at the reckless rando. And I almost did! But in the end, something held me back. I wanted to preserve the chance to get out of this without being recognized. After all, hope dies last! And so, I said nothing while I tried to guide the mystery man with my moans. To be honest, I would have loved it if the faceless fucker had grabbed my nipples and pinched them hard to keep my fat funbags in position. I would have cum on the spot. Bet!

 

Sadly, though, it wasn’t to be. Too bad! Instead, the ruthless rando didn’t last too long. A short time later, he stopped fucking my terrific titties. Without warning, he pushed his blue-veined bayonet through the hole in the paperbag straight into my mouth. I enthusiastically welcomed the dick and immediately got to work. Swirling my tongue around his cockhead, I let my lips vibrate on the veiny shaft. But that was already too much for Johnny McRandom. He groaned as his boner began to twitch. And with that, he dumped several spurts of sack sauce into the spare bucket. At least, it was a fat portion of thick cream that covered my tongue. Safe!

 

And without another word, the rude rando walked away. Can you believe it? I had neither seen the man nor heard his voice. He had used me as a cum dumpster and remained completely anonymous. All casual and in passing, like it was no big deal! The mind boggles!

 

But then again, there was no need to talk to a trashcan. I mean, have you ever argued with a dumpster? See! It figures! And that sort of objectification was exactly what made my pussy leak. The twitching of my twat was unbearable, making the wait that followed so much harder. It became almost impossible not to touch my cunt. This was maddening! My unquenched thirst commanded all my attention. And so, I once again lost track of time. Facts!

 

As a result, I can only say that it was quite a while before I heard two cars drive into the parking lot. Giddy with anticipation, my whole body twitched savage as sin. When I heard two guys stepping into the waste disposal area, my fidgeting reached its peak. As a result, I rocked the garbage can as if R2D2 was hopping on the spot in excitement! This was so ridiculous! And even more humiliating! But regrettably, it was a new height of excitement!

 

But wait! Something was different! The men didn't go straight for my juggs. They didn’t stay quiet either. Instead, they read out the nicknames on the paperbag. With every dirty word, I shook in my boots while the random strangers shook with laughter. Swear to god!

 

“Hey, man!” One of the guys suddenly stopped.

 

“Paulie wrote sumthin’ ‘bout Tata Shakes, ain't he?” The man mumbled so heavily I barely understood a word he said. “It ain't say that on the bag.”

 

“Hehe! You’re right, my man! But that ain’t no problem. Easy to be changed.” The second voice replied in a deep bass. “Look at that shit! There’s an LV bag standin’ in fronta the trashcan.”

 

“That tacky bag must belong to the dumbtits!” The booming bass added as uncharming as it gets. “S’posed to look fancy as fuck but it’s only fuckin’ fake.”

 

“Yeah, man! If the titclown’s really who she’s cracked up to be, there ain’t no way she can afford the original.” The mumbler agreed. “But trashy is as trashy does, right?”

 

Oh fuck! What a nice introduction! And yet, I must admit that the guy was right. The handbag wasn't real, of course. But that's not unusual, is it? To be honest, the fact that I had been exposed as a gullible follower and fake fashionista made my pussy throb even harder. A trashy chick in a trashcan. It fits!

 

But whatever! Even though I didn't like the content of their discussion, it was better than silence. At least, I could guess who was standing in front of me. The voices seemed less familiar to me than my father's four friends, but I was pretty sure they were former factory workers as well. I had definitely heard the voices before at one of the reunions.

 

And then it hit me like lightning. I remembered the men! They had argued with my dad at their last meeting. They had hoped he’d get them jobs at his new workplace, but it hadn’t worked out like that. Now, it all added up! The booming bass was Barry. A black guy in his 50s who was pretty much the opposite of Otis. Unlike ShortyMac, he was tall and extraverted. During the argument with my father, he had turned out to be a total narcissist who showed little empathy and took whatever he wanted. And then there was the mumbler. His name was Sam, and his ancestors came from China. He was short and lanky. Compared to Barry, he was very introverted and anxious to save face. Nevertheless, he had always shown a special interest in a blonde like me. At every opportunity, he had leered at my titties until he almost started drooling. What a crazy old coot! In combination, the two were a true psycho duo. Period!

 

Anyway, Barry quickly showed his extraverted side. While I was still trying to figure out the men’s identity, he went to work on my big-ass boobs. But he didn’t squeeze them, and he didn’t knead them either. Instead, he wrote on them! You read that right, folks! The bassman must have taken the lipstick out of my LV bag and used it to write on my tremendous titties. Since I was trapped in the wastebin, I couldn’t see what he was putting down. But I found out real soon. Proud as punch, he read out his handywork: Tata Shakes!

 

For fuck’s sake! This was worse than all the other obscenities scrawled on the paperbag combined. After all, the new nickname was emblazoned on my skin. Even if it wasn’t permanent, it felt like a big deal! What if it wouldn’t wash off in the shower? What if I had to wear it for several days! Oh shit! There were the ‘what ifs’ again! But never mind! As long as it amused the men, it delighted me. After all, it pleases me to please the men. It figures!

 

With the meat dumpster ready, Sam practically pounced on my bomb-ass bangers. No wonder! He had leered at my fab funbags so many times that he couldn't wait to finally get his hands on them. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it! He was so enthusiastic that drool ran out of his mouth and dripped onto my terrific titties. My revulsion was real! But then again, I prefer movers and shakers who get down to business to cowards who are intimidated by my beauty. No shit!

 

And so, the mean mumbler mauled my titty flesh. He didn't spare my nipples either, squeezing them real hard. Just as I had wanted! And with that, he made up for the disgusting drooling. Accordingly, the answer wasn’t long in coming. Real soon, the wastebin turned into a boombox letting out loud moans. I couldn’t help it, I had to encourage the crazy old coot. Jesus!

 

Truth be told, Sam kept himself busy kneading my titty meat. If it were up to me, he could have gone on forever. Not going to lie, I thoroughly enjoyed his attention to my awesome assets. But of course, it wasn’t up to me. And for that reason, my moans were abruptly stifled. The Chinese codger squeezed my tits real tight. With his vice-like grip, he pulled on my big-ass boobs until the container started to move. Can you imagine, folks? I got pushed around without being able to do anything about it. This was outrageous! More than that, it was totally objectifying! But the mean mumbler didn’t give a shit. He kept pulling and the trashcan kept moving. In fact, the wastebin wheeled forward until his cock poked through the hole in the paperbag. And he didn’t stop until his boner slid into my mouth. Unbelievable but true!

 

So, what was my first thought? Of course, I instantly focused on Sam’s sweet meat, and I noticed that the cliché definitely didn't apply to him, because his cock was anything but small. As you see, the man’s third leg soothed my indignation. Even if it had a full turtleneck foreskin, it was finally something to suck on. After all, a dick is a dick, right?

 

And so, I began to hum my lips and twirl my tongue. But not for long! All too soon, the crazy old coot made my assessment come true when he picked up where he left off. Grabbing my big-ass bouncers, he dragged them around. This caused the container to roll back and forth with squeaky noises, and along with it my mouth slid over the skin-clad spike. Believe it or not, but the bantam bloke fucked my face by rolling the meat dumpster back and forth. The humiliation was next level! And the objectification was extra-large! But regrettably my arousal was twice as high!

 

Needless to say, my slut honor dictated that I kept my lips clasped around his shaft while he moved me around. Still, some drool ran out of the corners of my mouth and soaked the paperbag. As if it mattered! With all the obscenities covering the bag, it already looked as vulgar as possible. More importantly, the vice grip of my lips had a brilliant effect. Sam’s hips did a jig as his breathing became louder. Letting out a guttural grunt, he pushed his shaft in deep. Holding it there, his uncircumcised cock spurted like a fountain, emptying his man jam into the spare bucket. Facts!

 

This time, the balls batter was so sticky that it made me gag. I literally had to chew on it to get it down. While I was busy swallowing my second serving of slimy spunk, my father’s factory fellas exchanged places. Stepping away, Sam praised my fantastic funbags, which made me smile. But then he told his black buddy to put them to the test, which made me gulp. Before it came to that, however, the two old farts discussed the obscenities scrawled on the paperbag.

 

“What’s that stuff s’pposed to mean anyway?” Barry started with a rhetoric question. “A clown’s s’pposed to make people laugh, so a titclown’s gotta make men laugh with her tits, rite?”

 

Holy shit! The psycho duo talked about me as if I wasn’t even there. It was so absurd that it made me giggle. But the men didn't react to the noises coming from the trashcan. To them, I was just an object with no opinion of my own. End of story!

 

Instead, the bassman followed up on his idea, turning his attention to my titties. Apparently, the nasty narcissist was intent on making me look like a fool to make his Chinese chum laugh. So, he didn't just knead my knockers, he got creative. Bumping my boobs from underneath, he made my melons bounce, which was enough to give the guys a good chuckle. Then he bumped my bangers from the sides until they swung around real wild and crashed into each other with each shove. And that did the trick! The silly sound of slapping meat made the geezers holler. Jesus Christ!

 

“Good choice, dumbtits!” Barry unexpectedly praised me. “You found a way to put those whoppers to good use!”

 

“Let’s face it! Those skinsacks are nuthin’ but baggage when runnin’. They’re shoulder boulders when doing real work. They’re distractors when talkin’.” Barry explained, directly negating the praise. “With blouse clowns like that, ain’t much you can do but wrap ‘em fuckers ‘round cocks.”

 

Holy shit! That had turned from a compliment to an insult in record time! Even worse, the eccentric extrovert stopped groping my grabbags. His hands were gone! Instead, I felt something rubbery getting pressed into my titslit. This was weird! And that’s why it took me some time to realize what it actually was. When I finally figured it out, my jaw dropped. It was so outlandish that it left me completely stunned. Believe it or not, but Sam must have found an air balloon in the garbage and his black buddy had stuck it between my titties. For crying out loud! The balloon had been disposed before. It was junk! This was gross as fuck!

 

But nobody cared about my feelings. The old sacks had found a new toy and didn’t let go of it. Instead, Barry made a game of it. Squeezing my bomb-ass boobs, he tried to pop the balloon. But it turned out harder than expected. There was a squeaky, rubbery sound as the inflated toy slid up and flew right into my face. It must have looked so comical when the air balloon clashed with the paperbag. And it had the desired effect! The psycho duo laughed out loud while I winced in embarrassment. It had finally happened! The men had turned this thing into a clown show. For real!

 

Accordingly, the boomer blokes repeated the titty pop over and over again. Squeeze... squeak... laugh! Squeeze... squeak... laugh! I got no idea how many times they tried, but my stunning squeezebags failed time and time again. This was bad! It hurt my feelings deeply! I was both disappointed and ashamed at the same time! After all, I was used to my intellect failing me, but my body had never let me down. If I was stupid, I at least had to be a useful entertainment unit. It figures!

 

And then there was a loud pop! Finally, the balloon burst! As it turned out, the meat dumpster wasn’t just a magnificent milking machine but also a superb squeezing system. I had desperately needed this victory! And as a result, I was back in high spirits. But Barry didn’t give a shit! He wouldn’t let me revel in my pride as it was time to get down to business. Without further ado, he shoved his shlong through the hole and straight into my mouth. When I first saw it, I was low-key underwhelmed because his black cock was bang average and definitely smaller than Otis’ trouser snake! But at least, he made up for it by being extra hard. Promise!

 

As it turned out, the bassman wasn’t just hard as a rock, but also energetic as hell. Proving his creativity, he used a different tactic than his bantam buddy. Instead of my titties, he grabbed my head. This time, my face got pushed back and forth while the cock remained in position. Ramming my head onto his boner, he made me take him to the root. The black bastard didn't care that my throat clit was in the way or that he had to push open my throat muscle with every thrust. Instead, he pumped my head back and forth at a rapid pace. As if I were a masturbation machine!

 

As you can imagine, the powerful pounding made me choke as fierce as rolling thunder. And a firework of gagging noises erupted from my throat. Along with the deep quacking, spluttering sounds filled the air as slobber splattered from my mouth and dribbled from the paperbag. Let me tell you, it felt as vicious as it sounded vulgar! And I was still trapped in the trashcan, so I was completely helpless to the skullfucking. As a result, I ended up a total mess! All I could do was hope that the nasty narcissist wouldn't knock over the wastebin. That would be too comical! And I’d die of embarrassment. Bet!

 

Luckily, it didn't come to that! All of a sudden, Barry let out a grunt and buried his boner deep down my throat. He shot his nut butter right into my stomach, giving me my third cum meal of the day. And with that, I had once again proven that I’m a valuable vessel! This was reason enough to celebrate, wasn’t it? Not really, because I wasn’t entirely satisfied. After all, I didn't even get to taste the man jam, and that made me feel like I had been cheated out of my hard-earned reward. What a shame!

 

But I couldn’t stay mad for long. When Barry pulled his cock out of my mouth, I was in for a surprise. Suddenly, there was a new dick. I had no idea where it was coming from, since I hadn't heard anyone arrive. But the psycho duo had been so loud that they had drowned everything out. Whatever! The nameless newcomer acted like my first cum feeder. He didn't say a word but remained completely silent. So, he was just another faceless fucker to me. Nonetheless, I was pretty sure he was another one of my father’s factory fellas. If I remember correctly, there were usually 10 people at the reunions, including my dad. And if I had counted correctly, I knew most of them intimately by now. Go figure!

 

No matter what, his behavior was kind of inconspicuous compared to his pervy predecessors. He neither grabbed my head nor my tits. Instead, he stuffed his balls straight into my mouth and let me lick them clean. After that, he pushed his twitching tool through the hole in the paperbag and let me suck on it. Although I gave him a banging blowjob, he stayed completely passive, which spurred me on to try my best tricks, twirling my tongue and humming my lips. After all, I wanted to please all the family friends. Not that anybody questioned my slut skills ever again! Despite my hard work, it took quite a long time for the reserved rando to feed me my fourth cum meal. And to be honest, my belly felt pretty full after that. Safe!

 

---Potty is drowned in male tears---

 The loathsome latecomers were done with me! And that was a good thing because I was beginning to feel exhaustion setting in. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the men moving away, heading to their cars in the parking lot. Only Barry shook my hand goodbye, although he was actually shaking my titties with his hand. Duh!

 

“Wait a minute!” The eccentric extrovert suddenly called after his boomer buddies. “Did we solve the riddle?”

 

“We cleared up the dumbtits n the titclown. That’s for sure! We've also filled the spare bucket, so it found its callin’. But there's sumthin’ else.” He made me take notice. “Porta potty! We missed that one!”

 

Oh fuck! I had all but forgotten about that. And honestly, it wouldn't have bothered me if the old sods hadn't noticed either. I was done for the day! But now, Barry's curiosity was piqued. And in my position, there was nothing I could do about it. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t have seen the next move coming anyway. Out of the blue, the unthinkable happened! Sam and the nameless newcomer had already arrived at their cars, so it seemed as if they hadn’t heard the black bastard. That’s why he took matters into his own hands. Remember how the Chinese codger had rolled my trashcan around? Barry certainly hadn’t forgotten and took advantage of it. My mouth gaped open when I felt the wastebin being set in motion. What a shocker!

 

Believe it or not, but the nasty narcissist rolled the container out of the waste disposal area like a garbageman picking up the trash. At that moment, I was glad for the paperbag because it gave me a semblance of anonymity. Of course, my father’s factory fellas knew who I was, but it didn’t change the fact that looking them in the face would make the whole ordeal that much more demeaning. Either way, the embarrassment was still immense! Accordingly, I whined and whimpered! I shook my head, but I didn’t rant or rave. In fact, I was of two minds. On the one hand, I felt totally disgraced by the humiliations forced upon me. On the other hand, I was shamefully aroused by the objectification. This was so twisted!

 

And suddenly, we stopped. Barry parked the wastebin next to a car and enthusiastically showed off his discovery. However, they disagreed about the next step. And that’s when I recognized Sam’s voice as the two men started arguing. The crazy old coot was anxious to save face and maintain anonymity. The black bastard, on the other hand, wanted to have more fun with the titclown. Whatever that was supposed to mean! I’d never find out because there was no point in asking. After all, the psycho duo continued to treat me as if I wasn't even there.

 

And so, I didn't know what was going on when they stopped talking. But the loathsome latecomers followed up their words with action. And it made me shriek out! A wet stream hit me! I hadn’t seen it, but one of the geezers must have stepped in front of the trashcan and started pissing into the hole. And with that, the filthy fluid squirted into my mouth. That’s a yikes!

 

Sure enough, my reaction was obvious! Anyone would have done the same! It would have been so easy. I would have even gotten away with it because no one could see me. Oh, you’re wondering what exactly, folks? Pushing my tongue in front of my lips to ward off the piss jet, of course. But whatever! I didn’t do it! I was too deep in subspace, so my slut honor forbade it. I didn't even think about it. Instead, I dutifully kept my mouth open. And so, I tried to take in as much piss as possible. The more my mouth filled, the more intense the rancid taste became. Although my body was shaking, I swallowed whenever my mouth began to overflow. And when the bladder broth ran down my gullet, I started to thrash around real fierce! The taste was terrible! And the trashcan rocked visibly! So at least, the guys had something to laugh about. Bet!

 

When I heard the bassman’s deep laughter from a distance, I knew it was Sam filling my stomach with foul fizz. And the crazy old coot kept pissing as if it was nothing unusual. Not even the retching noises coming from the trashcan stopped him. He couldn't see my face anyway. All he saw was some piss sloshing out of the paperbag and onto my big-ass boobs. So, he gave me another mouthful, which I swallowed once again. That's a pliable princess for you!

 

I had barely finished my foul refreshment when I heard an engine start. Apparently, Sam couldn't get away from the gym fast enough. A luxury I didn’t have. Instead, I felt the wastebin start moving again. Oh fuck! Barry kept wheeling the trashcan across the parking lot until I was standing in front of the newcomer's car. And again, the men began to discuss the next steps. At least, I finally heard the voice of rando-come-lately. It was Jeff. He was the oldest and fattest dude in the geezer gang but definitely no psycho! I knew him as a typical workingman who was flexible and spontaneous. And he proved me right when he quickly agreed to switch things up. Damnit!

 

If you ask me, a change of things sounded like a good idea, but I didn't know what it meant exactly. However, I was soon to find out. Suddenly, I felt the paperbag tightening. One of the boomers taped the bag around my neck until there was no more space left. And then he ran the tape around my head until the hole was closed. At the same time, I heard a ripping sound. The other geezer tore the bag open right above my head. Oh my god! That was the change! The old sacks opened the top and closed the bottom. Inverting the paperbag, they practically turned it into a funnel. No kidding!

 

“Hello, Tata Shakes! Nice to meet daddy’s lil princess in her natural habitat.” Barry greeted me as he looked down at my face.

 

And with that, any vestige of anonymity was gone. I cringed as I looked up at the black bastard. Flashing a bright smile, I giggled at the dirty joke. And then it hit me! My giggling turned into wailing when water rained down on me from the other side. But it wasn’t rain! Jeff was pissing into the funnel! He was literally giving me a golden shower. This was fucking disgusting!

 

“Hey, dolly dolt! Entertain us! Go fuck yourself n cum for us.” Barry gave an order. “You been yammerin’ so much, I know you wanna do it. Be our whorequin.”

 

Oh, wow! That came out of the blue. I was expecting anything but that. And once again, I was conflicted. On the one hand, I wanted to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible. On the other hand, the throbbing in my pussy had been driving me crazy for so long that I could hardly resist the temptation. Safe!

 

So, what did I do? I continued whimpering and whining like a drama queen. I opened my mouth to catch as much of the foul fluid as I could. I shoved two fingers into my cunt. And I did it all at the same time. Meanwhile, the boner brew kept splashing onto my face, soaking my skin and matting my hair. My face was a mess! But my crotch was even messier with my pussy leaking cunt juices in torrents. Promise!

 

The denial had taken too long, and the action had been too nasty! Every bit of self-control was exhausted. And so, I came close to the peak in record time. While I kept fingerbanging my sloppy snatch, I used my other hand to rub my clit at breakneck speed. I was getting closer and closer to my climax. I was totally focused on my pleasure! And so, I barely noticed that the nasty narcissist followed suit and started pissing into the funnel from the other side. Can you believe it! I was literally under fire from all sides! This was disgusting! And super perverted! But regrettably it spurred me on to fuck myself harder and faster!

 

The gurgling and sloshing was deafening as the golden shower splashed into my mouth and all over my face. But I still heard the old sacks cracking jokes. And I gave them every reason to do so. I whined and whimpered in revulsion. I moaned and groaned in lust. And I did it all at the same time. The contrast was hilarious! And the men’s laughter pushed me over the edge. Reaching my climax, I came so hard that I couldn’t contain myself. I had an orgasm while I was getting drenched in piss. It was a whole new level of degradation that opened a floodgate in my mind. Involuntarily, I had multiple orgasms that kept exploding like a string of firecrackers until I was juicing all over the place and squirting into the trashcan. What a disgrace!

 

My father’s fellas began cheering me every time an orgasm hit me. But it wasn’t the only reason for their hollering. I was the last one to notice but the geezers had stopped aiming at my mouth. Instead, they were filling the bag. The paper was super soggy as it had absorbed a lot of the liquid, but the boomers had planned ahead, reinforcing the paperbag with tape up to my nose. And it proved durable! As the funnel got filled, a puddle of piss formed at the bottom. No kidding!

 

Believe me, I looked in horror as the piss level continued to rise. But there was no stopping it! The bladder broth reached my chin… the rancid stank hit my nose… it made me whimper. The boner brew reached my lower lip… the bitter taste made me cringe… I quickly pressed my mouth together. There was no way I could swallow such a truckload of filthy fizz. My stomach was already grumbling from the gooey meals and dirty drinks. Swear to god!

 

And so, I was fiercely resolved to keep my mouth closed while the piss level continued to rise. The yukky bubbly reached my nose… the stench became overwhelming…. I responded by fingerfucking my cunt faster than ever. The vile whizz rose into my nose… it tickled me… and triggered the next orgasm. As the wave of ecstasy surged through my body, I opened my lips. In a gush, the foul fluid poured into my mouth. I choked and spluttered, spurting it back out. But once the floodgates were open, there was no turning back. Period!

 

My father’s fellas had done their job and emptied their bladders. Now, it was my turn to do my job as their meat urinal. So, they could sit back and watch the sick spectacle. It was inevitable anyway. With the foul fizz trapped in the funnel, the puddle of piss didn't get any less, so I had to swallow. No way around it!

 

And that’s what I did, even though it didn’t go smoothly. Laughing their asses off, the old sods watched as I took sip after sip of the boomer-aged bladder beer. The stronger the rancid taste, the faster I fucked my pussy. The louder I whimpered, the harder I moaned. The wilder my grimaces, the fiercer my twitching. This was a total clown show! What’s more, this was the most degrading thing I could imagine. Period!

 

And yet, I was cumming more savage and more often than ever before. But eventually it was over. I had drunk the whole load of piss, even though it made me nauseous. And so, the old sacks freed me from the funnel. Finally! The paperbag was so soaked that it was ruined anyway. Too bad about my autograph… if you know what I mean.

 

But then the loathsome latecomers stopped. Instead of freeing me from the trashcan, they left me there and went to their cars. Can you picture it, folks? The wastebin was in the middle of the parking lot with my head sticking out uncovered. Everyone could see me! The first gym instructor coming to work would discover me. That couldn't happen! No way! And so, I begged. After all, the filthy old fuckers were still my father’s friends! But it was in vain because I giggled more than I pleaded. No wonder! The situation was more than absurd!

 

But suddenly all of that was irrelevant. As I watched the geezers walk to their cars, I saw Barry pull his cell phone out of his pocket. Once again, he proved to be a total narcissist who was only out for his own benefit and didn't care about anyone else.

 

"Hey, Dougie! I’ve got sumthin’ important to tell ya." I heard him say. “Remember when you went all hoity-toity on your pals? You thought you were too good to get me n Sammie a job at your new company. I got a good reason why you wanna do it now. You betcha!”

 

Nuff said! A lot had happened for a day, but this was the biggest shocker of them all. One of my dad’s acquaintances was going to spill the tea on me and my extracurricular activities. This news is going to hit like a bombshell. It will change everything in my life. But that's not the most urgent thing. Right now, I'm in the parking zone and in high danger of being discovered. So, if you know any of the boomer band, call them, beg them, get them to free me before it's too late. Send some help for your friendly family dumpster.

 

*to be continued*

*Chapter 09: Tia makes dramatic changes in her personal life.*