The Sports Bar

Two large silhouettes stumbled through the noisy streets of the urban sprawl that makes up Los Angeles. It was a another bustiling Saturday night, in the major metropolis, as the two intoxicated men sauntered past a buzzing street of tightly packed bars and restaurants, brightly lit and filled to the brim with roudy patrons having a good time. Groups of wild young college girls passed by in their short skirts and revealing tops, giggling and screaming wildly as they headed to the next bar or waited for their uber to take them to some party in the hills.

The two men abruptly took a sharp turn down a rather sketchy looking ally that lead them away from the noise and excitement of the main street. Groups of young party goers were now replaced by rows of dumpsters and trash bags, lining the grimy and well graffitid walls of the alley, providing a cushion for a dirty looking homeless man that appeared to be passed out next to an empty bottle of vodka.

"Where the hell are you taking me man? All the bars and girls are back on the main street! There's nothing back herebut garbage, bro," questioned the larger and more intoxicated of the two men. This was Hector, a 49 year old, heavyset, hispanic man with a thick handlebar mustache and stubbled face. His black hair had since been on the retreat and been replaced with large bald spot in the center of his scalp, pathetically combed over with a few thin strands of greasy hair. Hector was about 5'11 and weighed almost 300 pounds, consisting mainly of a round gut that stretched out his button down shirt. His large arms did indicate, however, that he had some powerful muscles underneath the years of poor diets and unhealthy lifestyle.

"Trust me man, it's just up ahead, just a few more feet. You're not going to regret this, this place is not like the rest. It's going to be exactly what you need after the shitty week you had." The other man reassuring Hector, and Hector's best friend, was Charlie, a slightly taller but lanky white guy in his late 40s. Charlie sported a goatie, and styled his graying hair in ruffled fashion, perhaps in some sad attempt to look younger or trendier.

True to what Charlie had just revealed, Hector really did just have a shitty week. In the span of just seven days, Hector had been laid off from his well paying job as a construction site manager, and his wife had filed for divorce; consequently kicking him out of the house. Both incidents had technically been his fault, but that did nothing to soothe the foul mood that he was currently in.

In his mind, it was his company's fault for hiring a hot young university slut to shadow him as an intern during the summer. How was he supposed to resist squeezing her plump irresistable ass and cupping her full hanging breasts in his rough hands when she bent over to pick up some papers that she dropped. The little bitch shouldn't be working on a construction site if she couldn't handle a little horesplay here and there.

Of course she had gone running to HR and posted about the "sexual assault" all over her social media, where his stay at home wife spent to way to much time on. The rest was history. Now his bitch of a wife would most likely be taking half of everything he owned, along with the kids. Half of everything that he had slave away for his entire life, while his fat wife sat at home on her ass and ordered packages to the house.

This really was a shitty week. Hopefully this new bar that Charlie kept raving about really was as good as he kept saying it was.

The two friends reached the back of the sketchy ally and turned to face a single metal door with a modest neon sign above it. Flickering in a tacky luminescent pink, it simply read: The Sports Bar: Where It's Good to Be a Man.

Charlie knocked on the door with his weathered knuckles a few times and waited. After a few seconds had passed, a slot in the center of the door slid open and two serious dark eyes peared back out at them through the slit.

"Name?" barked the mystery voice behind the door in a menacing tone.

"Charlie Luntz. And I have a guest here with me who is also on my reservation; Hector Sanchez."

A few more seconds passed as the mystery figure behind the door appeared to peer down at something, perhaps confirming the names on some sort of list.

"Very good, welcome to The Sports Bar. Come on in, gentlemen."

And with that curt greeting, the heavy metal door creaked open. The man, who was clearly some sort of bouncer, stepped to the side and gestured with his hand for the two friends to step forward. The bouncer was dressed sharply in a black suit complete with a black dress shirt and tie. The man was very well built and intimidating, his suit clinging snugly to his muscles. A tattoo of what appeared to be a medieval executioners axe peaked through his starched collar and decorated his stiff neck. An old vertical scar sprawled across his left cheek, adding another layer of dread to his already intimidating persona.

"Hi! Welcome to The Sports Bar, where it's good to be a man! My name is Veronica, how may this slut serve you tonight, masters?" A sweet feminine voice squeeked from the lobby.

Hector rapidly tore his eyes from the bouncer in an attempt to find the source of the perky voice that had just addressed them. And when he did, his jaw almost dropped to the floor.

Standing behind a small hostess podium was one of the sexiest women that he had ever seen in his life. The girl appeard to be in her early twenties, maybe 23, and was clearly a latina. She had long, luscious, dark black hair that was immaculately curled and flowed down from her pretty head. Two glimmering, beautiful, brown eyes gleamed welcomingly at the two men as her plump red lips opened wide in a beaming smile. Her tanned skin shimmered pristinely in the warm light of the lobby. She honestly looked like Salma Hayek in her prime. That's how beautiful this bitch was.

But Hector wasn't staring at the hostess's pretty face for long. His learing eyes slowly traveled down to what she was wearing...or lack of what she was wearing. She appeared to be wearing a slutty mockery of a football referee's shirt, except her's was skin tight and was definitely more of a crop top, completely exposing her toned feminine abdomen. Two small cirlcles appeared to have been cut out of the skimpy shirt, where her overflowing, sloping breasts seem to have been painfully pulled through and were hanging out, completely naked.

The young hostess's naturally generous tits were at least DD in side and were perfectly shaped like tear drops hanging from her chest. The soft slopes of her heavy breast meat ending in two dark puffy nipples that looked absolutely mouth watering. As Veronica turned to face the two men, her succulent melons bounced softly on her chest and jiggled enticingly, which is when Hector noticed something even stranger.

Each of her juicy nipples were pierced by two large golden rings, which hung ornately from each heavy breast. Oddly enought, a short beeded chain hung from her left nipple ring and attached to what appeared to be a capped pen, which swung whenever her fat tits bounced around.

Encasing her slender neck was a thick, black, leather dog collar that did not appear to have any sort of release mechanism. It appeared to permanently enclosed around her neck with a welded padlock was and definitely too tight to be tolerable. Hector could see the sides of the collar indenting the supple skin of her delicate neck with every strained breath she took. At the front of the collar was a metal D ring to which a black dog leash was clipped. The leash ran from her collar down to another D ring on top of her podium, through which it was securely clipped.

Why would would any self respecting hostess wear a collar and pierce her tits like that? What kind of a sports bar is this? Thought Hector to himself as he oggled the slut's revealing outfit and mouthwatering tits.

Her lower body was just as irresistable. Her adorable little belly button was pierced by what seemed to be a small, golden football pendant connected to a delicate silver chain. Her thin, hourglass waist sloped out and widened around her sultry hips and thick thighs. Thigh-high, white, cotton gym socks rode up her sexy long legs and concluded about 6 inches below her pristine, naked pussy, completing the referee/athletic costume.

The tight stockings dug into her soft thighs, showcasing her juicy legs. The tight, thigh-high stockings and crop top jersey seemed to perfectly accentuate her hourglass figure and sweet little pussy, which was smoothly shaven and gleamed in the soft light of the lobby. Another small, gold ring pierced her delicate clit; a thin decorative chain hanging from it. Unlike her belly buttong piercing, the end of this chain sported a miniature metal basketball. The ball appeared to carry some weight to it and was about four inches in diameter. The weighted basketball swayed back and forth between her smooth feminine thighs whenever she shifted her weight, tugging on her sensitive clit and no doubt causing unrelenting pain and discomfort to the poor girl wearing it.

"Do you handsome masters have a reservation?", chirped Veronica with that sweet peppy voice of hers; her full breasts bouncing bountifully with each word.

Hector was still too busy staring at the naked hostess with a dumbfounded look in his eyes in order to say anything in reply. Finally Charlie stepped towards the booth and broke the silence: "That's right, you stupid slut, I have a reservation for two under the name: Charlie."

Hector snapped his gaze off of Veronica's smoothly shave naked pussy as soon as he heard Charlie address the hostess as a stupid slut. He was half expecting her to splash a drink at Charlie or have the imposing body guard toss them out of bar for the way he was speaking for her. But to his pleasant surprise, the collared slave quickly nodded and started scrolling through the tablet that was on her desk, no doubt looking for the reservation. Despite the continuous smile, Hectore did notice a pang of hurt flash in her sweet dark eyes when Charlie barked the demeaning insult at her.

"Yes sir, I have you right here. Seems like we have you both seated at the booth closest to the stage. If you wouldn't mind sir, could you please sign in for me?

With that, Veronica seductively bent forward at the waist and tenderly spread her perfectly sculpted legs shoulder width apart. The fat titted hostess gently placed her hands on the desk and erotically arched her back, presenting her shapely ass behind her. Her swaying bags of fuck meat hung below her like ripe melons ready to be eaten, her golden nipple rings catching the overhead lights as they swung with each jiggle of her generous milk bags; the capped pen attached to her left nipple piercing lay flat on the desk.

"Well, you stupid cunt, how the hell am I supposed to sign in without a sheet and paper? Is this your first day on the job or something, slut?"

"Please forgive this stupid cunt, master," she replied with a sorrowful look in her soft eyes, "I am not permitted to let guests sign in on paper anymore after I made a mistake on last night's reservation. As punishment, management has deemed that all guests must use my back to sign in. Precious paper would just be wasted on this stupid, carless slut." She hung her pretty head in shame. "Please step behind me master and use the special pen hanging from my udders....and....she looked up with a pained look and gulped...."Please feel free to use this slave's tight, wet, fuck holes as you please while you're back there, sir." She hung her head again after that last invitation; completely humiliarted. Her gleaming silky curls pooled together on the desk below her as she waited to be used.

Charlie did not need to be told twice as he quickly covered the few steps needed to get behind the submissive hostess. He ran his rough hand down her arched back, enjoying the feeling of her silky smooth skin under him and the way she shuddered with fear. From behind her, he had the perfect view of her perfectly shaped ass. He admired the light brown skin of the each plump ass cheek glistened under the neon lights of the lobby. He gave her right cheek a hard slap causing Veronica to yelp in pain. Her peach shaped ass jiggled seductively as the shock of his palm left a red handprint on her curvy behind.

His greedy fingers found the soft puffy lips of her exposed latina pussy, sliding them gently up and down her moist slit. The lips of her pussy hugged his fingers gently as if welcoming the intrusion; inviting heat eminating from inside her moist cunt. He could tell that this bitch was going to be tight; this bar always had Grade-A fuckmeat available to use.

A long strand of warm cunt honey clung to his fingers as he pulled his finger from her inviting little pussy. Needing a place to clean off his wet fingers, Charlie spotted her extremely inviting asshole, which appeared impossibly tight. Without warning, Charlie extended his three soiled fingers together and plunged them as hard and deep as he could into the slut's asshole.

"AAAAAIIIIIIIIIII, OWOWOWOW, PLEASE SIR, NOT IN THERE!!!" she wailed in desperation as his rigid fingers ripped her tight fuckhole apart without any sort of foreplay. She instinclively bucked forward in an attempt to escape the violation, but ended up banging her knees painfully against the podium in front of her. She was unfortunately wedged between Charlie and her podium, with nowhere to run.

Charlie grinned at the way her already tight asshole spasmed around his three fingers, almost crushing them with the warm, smooth tunnels of her most sensitive fuck-hole.Yeah, those fingers were staying right where they were. Besides, even if she really tried running, she still had that humiliating dog leash connecting her impossibly tight collar to her desk.

Not wanting any surprises, Charlie grabbed a hold of her leather leash with his free hand; untying the looped end from the D ring on the podium below her. He then slid the, now untied, end of the leash through the D ring, grabbed hold of the loop and yanked the leash back towards him with all his might.

The leash was yanked back mercilessly through the D ring on the desk, tugging violently on the bitch's collar. Veronica gasped in a silent scream, the collar too tight for any sound to come up through her slender throat, as her neck and head slammed down on the desk below her with a deafening bang.

Her forehead and delicate nose hit the desk with a sickening thud as she was brough down by the sudden tug on her leash. A trickle of bright red blood flowed from her pretty little nose as her bruised face lay wedged against the wood of the podium, too stunned to say anything. Not like the unforgiving constriction of her dog collar would allow her to, anyways.

Her curvy fuckable body was now pinned down over the desk that she worked. Her battered face squished against the unforgiving wood, now at crotch level to any man that walked up to the desk. Especially Hector.

Her malleable mammaries were brutally squished against the podium, causing her tender udders to flatten and balloon outwards. To the delight of Charlie, the new position of her upper body only accentuated the seductive curve in her back and made her wide hips and buoyant ass present themselves to him even more.

Charlie couldn't ignore the strain in his pants any longer, as his aching cock pressed against the rough denim of his jeans, begging to be unleashed on the helpless little whore's exposed holes. Slipping his fingers out of the tight confines of her pulsing asshole, Charlie impaitently fumbled with his belt until it came loose.

Eager to sink his manhood into the slick warmth of the young slave's waiting holes, the older man dropped his pants to his ankles, not even bothering to fully step out of them. Finally free from its prison, his rigid cock bounced up and smacked against the underside of the naked pussy bent over in front of it. The 8 inch, veiny cock had some significant girth and weight to it; making a loud slapping sound as it smacked up against the hostess's warm feminine pussy and soft pubic area. His dark, heavy ballsack swung beneath him, ready to fill up the young slut with steaming hot cum when the time came.

"Hey buddy, come hold this for me. I want my hands free while I'm fucking this sexy bitch's cunt, and of course while signing us in. Feel free to use her mouth while I'm filling her up from the back, it would finally give her stupid mouth something usefull to do instead of blabbering." Giving the leash one last cruel tug, Charlie reached across the podium and handed the leash to Hector who was no standing directly in front of Veronica's softly parted lips; her dark lipstick accentuated by the drying blood dripping from her nose. Without a moment's hesitation, Hector also dropped his pants, revealing an equally massive and rock hard cock, not to mention grimy. Ever since having been kicked out of own house, Charlie hadn't bothered showering the past few days. A built up layer of pungent sweat and musk now wafted to Veronica's nose, almost making her gag at the putrid smell. It was about time his throbbing cock got a proper tongue bath.

Hector yanked back hard on the leash and maintained constant tension, relishing the way her collar cinched down around the beautiful woman's neck, enjoying the way she tried gasping for air with her her plump lips open, silently pleading with him for air. Her desperate eyes were wide open, tears starting to roll down her soft cheeks. Drool had started to flow from her open mouth, coating her juicy lips in an enticingly wet sheen. After all the shitty events of the week, Hector was enjoying the new power dynamic he had over this bitch. She was going to pay the price for the shitty week he had.

With one hand holding the leash tight, Hector grabbed a handful of Veronica's flowing dark hair and yanked it back hard. The suffering young latina was now forced to stare directly in front of her as her neck was painfully strained backwards. Veronica felt as if the cruel customer was going to rip her head off with how rough he was being.

"Alright slut, open your mouth and prepare to serve this big dick. You better make sure that you swallow this cock completely and give me best blowjob of your life, because I'm not letting you breathe until you do. Do I make myself clear, whore?" growled Hector with his hand still controlling her strained head.

Unable to breathe, all Veronica could do was silently mouth the words "yes sir," followed by a submissive little nod. Her sorrowful eyes shimmered up at him submissively; defeatedly giving him permission to defile her.

And with that final command, Hector plunged his thick throbbing cock deep into the twenty something year old's pretty wet mouth and throat. Glurkkkaghhhhhglugg. Veronica gagged noisily and sloppily around the meaty member suddenly impaling her tight throat, her gag reflex fighting for its life.

Hector groaned as his thick cock sank into the warmth of her mouth and penetrated into her throat; briefly meeting resistance as his heavy meat fought to break into her tight esophagus. A coupious amount of warm drool and fresh saliva flowing over his dick, coating it completely as she slurped on it shamelessly. Her sloppiness, combined with the way her tight throat convulsed around him, massaging his cock, felt like heaven. He looked down and smiled at her pretty, plump lips, wrapped gingerly around his cock; drool, freely flowing out of the corners of her mouth as his cock disappeared inside her mouth, inch by inch.

GLOPPPP Hector moaned out load as he felt his manhood bottom out completely inside her throat. The entire length of his massive shaft disappeared inside her. Her wet lips were now resting against his pubes, her nose no doubt being tickled by them. He savored the sensation of his entire shaft now completely buried in the stimulating warmth of her tight pulsating throat. Every gag and retch squeezed his cock pleasantly, sending thrills up his cock and making the cum in his heavy balls boil. Bubbling rivets of thick saliva slowly ran down from the corners of her lips and down his swaying balls, sending tingles up his spine.

With his thick cock now completely wedged down her throat, Veronica definitely wasn't getting any oxygen. With the dog collar choaking her, she had only been able to get tiny tantalizing sips of air ocassionaly. But combined with the piece of meat obstructing her airway, even this small privelege was denied. Panic started to set in as she realized that he wasn't pulling his cock out of her sloppy throat anytime soon. He really hadn't been bluffing when he threatened to not let her breathe until she orally pleasured him to his satisfaction.

Ignoring the darkness slowly starting to shroud her vision and the painful stretching inside her throat as his massive cock stayed wedged within her, Veronica realized that the only way to shrink the size of this cruel bastard's cock, and finally get some air, was to drain his balls. Recalling her months of brutal training and the countless slimy loads emptied down her throat, Veronica got to work on pleasuring Hector's cock.

Sultry sounds of sloppy oral sex filled the lobby as Veronica's tongue started lapping furiously at the underside of Hector's cock, as if her life depended on it. Which it quite literally did. Her slippery hot tongue slid repeatedly under and around the many ridges and bulging veins of his aging cock, coating his entire manhood in her sweet young saliva. Debasing herself even further, Veronica fought the tension of the leash and painfully impaled herself further as she lunged her head forward, attempting to fuck his cock with her tight throat. Despite his lengthy member already filling her convulsing throat, she managed to wedge at least another inch of his cock further down her gagging throat. Her aching nose bashed repeatedly against his fat gut and pubes as she forced herself to rhythmicallyface fuck the man who was torturing her.

Hector was in heaven as he stood in front of the sexy young hostess with his legs spread and his hand lazily holding on to her soft hair. He threw his head back and groaned heartily as the black haired beauty enthusiastically serviced his cock, repeatedly deepthroating him, and even managing to lick his sweaty balls. The slutty, enthusiastic, slurping coming from her drooling, wet mouth was driving him crazy, making his cock swell to an even greater size within her. Bubbles and rivets of spit and drool were plastered and smeared across her pretty face as saliva continued to be produced and coaxed from her deep throat, his cock relentlessly stimulating her gag reflex. Thick precum, mixed with slimy drool, cascaded and dripped down her mouth and coated his swinging balls before staining the front of the podium and sliding down to the floor.

Hector couldn't hold back his cum back much longer with the way the enthusiastic bitch was slurping and gagging on his cock, but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of being done with her torturous duties. Feeling the pressure building up in his balls and the warmth traveling up the shaft of his cock, Hector suddenly pulled his cock free from Veronica's actively sucking mouth with a loud , wet schloppp. Frothy drool and precum splattered on Hector's thighs as his twitching cock violently burst free from the soaking depths of her gagging throat.

Veronica desperately gasped in as much air as she physically could, now that the fleshy intrusion was freed from her throat. However, with the collar still being pulled impossibly tight, she only managed to inhale a few thin, measly, whisps of fresh air; just enough to keep her conscious and bring her vision back. She had been on the verge of passing out from oxygen deprivation, before Hector had decided to abruptly pull out.

To Veronica's dismay and horror, Hector only allowed her to take the equivalent of one full breath of air before he noisely plowed his swollen cock deep down her throat once again; once again completely sealing off her only source of air. This time, Hector tightened his grip on her head and really began to violently fuck her face like a fleshlight. Hector unloaded all of his frustration and hatred into the suffocating slave's slurping mouth as he hate fucked her face with a furious passion. His powerful hips became a blur as his massive cock pounded relentlessly in and out of her deliciously tight throat hole; her tongue erotically massaging the underside of his filthy cock and lapping at his heavy balls. His swinging balls slapped wetly against the hostess's chin as he humped her pretty face.

Veronical thought she was in hell as she slowly started to suffocated all over again while her sore throat got fucked like a cunt; but the man behind her hadn't even gotten started yet with his abuse.

The sultry symphony of sloppy throat fucking filled Charlie's ears and filled his balls with bubbling seed as he pressed the swollen head of his veiny cock against the sweet slave's moist pussy. He slid it up and down her cunt, relishing at how soft and warm it felt against his bulbous head. Her hot pussy lips lovingly enveloped his tip as he rubbed his cock along her dripping wet slit. Not able to resist the temptation any longer, Charlie applied more pressure against her cunt and slowly slid into her hot fuck tunnel.

MMHMMMHMMMMmmmMOOHMMMM GAGGSLURP moaned Veronica around Hector's pumping cock as Charlie's spear of flesh impaled itself into her pussy with one firm thrust; continuing to suck him like a good little whore.

"Fuckkkk this is some grade A pussy, man! She may be absolutely useless as a hosetess, but her holes are incredible." groaned Charlie as his entire cock bottomed out inside her tight cunt. The heat from her pussy walls radiated against his thick man meat. The slick juices in her cunt coated him in an erotic bath. The tight walls of her womanhood squeezed him like a vice, hopelessly attempting to resist his thick cock. All these sensations drove Charlie wild as he grabbed ahold of her soft, naked waist and began to pump his engorged cock in and out of the latina's ridiculously tight pussy. Her snug fuck hole gripped his cock every time he pulled his cock out. He could feel every wet ridge of her slick insides as he pumped into her. Every renewed thrust inside of the bitch's cunt felt like heaven as her fuck hole sealed up and resisted every inch of his determined thrusting.

Charlie pumped in and out of Vernonica's pussy from behind, using her hole like a common whore at a truck stop. His slender fingers were leaving red imprints on the soft meat of her slim waist as he gripped her tight, using her wist as leverage to thrust deep inside of her. Her shapely ass cheaks bounced and clapped together against his pistoning cock as he fucked the bitch's cunt, adding another layer of pleasure to the experience; physically but also visually. The sight of her juicy ass meat bouncing around and jiggling with each impact of his cock and hips was driving him feral.

The small weighted metal basketball hanging from the slave's clit piercing was bouncing around wildly between her feminine thighs, as if being dribbled around during a game. Charlie used her increasingly slick pussy as his personal fuck toy. Each powerful slap of his hips against her bountiful buttocks made the weighted ball violently change directions mid dribble; painfully yanking at her swollen clit repeatedly with each bounce. Her aching clit was now constantly being yanked and pulled in constantly alternating directions, providing a new level of suffering for the already beaten down latina slave.

Catching the shimmering of light reflecting off of the wildly swaying clit decoration in his eye, Charlie's cruelty immediately took action. He released his clenched right hand from the bitch's bruised waist and yanked down with all his might on the weighted ball hanging from her aching clit. The result was instantaneous.

Currently on her third cycle of almost passing out from asphixiation, the blinding flash of pain instantly revived her. The ball and chain violently yanked down and stretched out the most sensistive piece of flesh on a woman's body, almost ripping the sexual nub of meat from her pussy. White hot agony flashed from her clit throughout her body, causing her eyes to flash open in shock, and her entire body to tense up.

Her toned back arched erotically and her head instinctively jumped up as she screamed in pain. "MMMMMAHHHMMMMMMM" was all Veronica could manage as her pathetic screams were muffled by the throbbing cock completely filling her mouth and throat. The powerful soundwaves of her screams and movement of her larynx sent pleasurable vibrations up and down Hectors cock as he continued to pump into the suffering slut's throat without any consideration for her despair. Her screams of agony caused his twitching cock to swell with pleasure as the vibrations made the cum in his full balls churn increasingly. He moaned heartily as her soaking wet throat continued to convulse with every renewed scream, combined with the occasional sloppy gag caused by the continuous deepthroating he was giving her.

On the other side of the podium, the yanking of the ball had a similarly erotic effect for Charlie, who was balls deep in the suffering slave's drooling pussy, humping away. As the pain ripped through her tight feminine body, she immediately jumped, causing her curvacious ass to bounce back towards Charlie unexpectedly. "Fuck yeah, slut, fuck me back with that fat ass of yours. What a fucking degenerate whore you are, fucking me back whenever I hurt you. You must be some sort of pain slut huh?" taunted Charlie as he grunted heartily.

His heavy cock penetrated about an inch deeper than usual when her succulent ass cheeks slammed against his thrusting hips; ramming against her cervix as a result. His cock twitched with pleasure as it soaked in the hot bath of her tight drooling cunt, sticky hot precum steadily flowing from its engorged head and into her womb. The slippery walls of her cunt clamped down on his meat like a vice, milking him, as the pain ravished her exposed body, giving her abuser an even tighter, more pleasure fuck than before. His torture was making Veronica an unwilling participant in his pleasure as her young pussy gripped his cock and milked him for his hot vile seed. Thick secretions of precum and sweet cunt juices openly flowed down her brutally stretched pussy lips; splattering Charlies pumping thighs, and completely soaking his heavy swinging balls in a wonderful warm wetness.

The concoction of lustful juices ran down the chain linked to her crucified clit and coated the swinging metal basketball in a gleaming ,wet sheen. Veronica's thigh high cotton gym socks began to grow damp as the heavy ball slammed into the insides of her thighs as it swung, splattering the musty mixture wherever it struck.

Content with the way their hostess was currently being double stuffed from both ends, rocking roughly back and forth enticingly between the two pounding poles of flesh, her big bouncing buttocks and massive crushed breasts jiggling with each thrust, Charlie decided that it was finally time to sign his name onto the bitch's back. Afterall, he was starting to workup and appetite abusing this sexy slut, and he didn't want to spend all night fucking just one worthless slave. He knew from experience that an endless supply of depravity, torture, and beautiful slaves was waiting for him just on the other side of the lobby, allowing him to live out his sickest desires and fantasies. Although it may seem silly, formalities still mattered at the sports bar, and he didn't want to let the fat titted cow get away with not doing her job.

Continuing to pump his cock into her dripping wet pussy, Charlie found the pen lying on the desk and picked it up. To his annoyance, the chain connecing the pen to her left breast had nowhere near enough slack to bring it around her back with ease. Left with no other choice, Charlie deliberately pulled the pen back and across so that it was over her naked lower back. Veronica was once again snapped out of unconciousness as she felt her the chain tug cruelly on the gold ring pierced directly through her left, succulently dark nipple.

Her tender nub of tit flesh streched painfully as it was dragged along with the gold ring impaling it. It didn't help that her torso was brutally crushing her juicy breasts into the table, due to the leash holding her collar down. Her bountiful breasts were squished painfully flat beneath her, not giving them any room to budge. Unfortunately for them, the tugging chain wasn't giving them any other choice as her tender nipple painfully scraped outwards to the left against the rough surface of the desk, heaving her heavy milk sack along with it.

The succulent meat of her full udder began to stretch outwards to the left, distending it obscenely. Eventually her breast was pulled out from beneath her crushing torso with a heavy plop as it flopped out on the podium like a juicy piece of meat. But Veronica's suffering didn't end there as Charlie kept pulling on the pen towards the center of her back, towing her aching tit along behind it. She screamed around Hector's cock, especially hard, as her tortured mammary was pulled backwards and towards her lower back, the nipple ring threatening to rip through the impossibly tight flesh of her dark nipple. The latina slave was in agony as her entire heavy left breast was diabolically stretched and twisted to the point of almost being torn off.

Charlie just groaned as her soaking wet pussy cinched down around his pumping cock repeatedy as her fuck pillow was almost torn from her chest; small bursts of precum shooting out of his twitching cock as the suffering slut inadvertently milked him. Holding the pen over her arching, submissively possitioned back, Charlied smiled down at the slut he was fucking with an amused expression. Fat udders like the cow's below him really were created just to be tortured and abused for his entertainment. Otherwise her overflowing tits wouldn't be able to stretch to the obscene extent that he currently had them in.

Charlie gave her bubbly, clapping ass a hard smack as he continued to pound into her from behind, enjoying the way her shapely cheeks jiggled seductively with the impact. WIth one hand holding the pen in place, along with her aching breast, he took his other hand and uncapped it. His eyes widened with confusion and then excitement at what he saw before him. This wasn't a pen at all. He had, infact, just taken the cap off of a thin and what appeared to be a medical scalpel! A devious smirk slowly started to spread across his gaunt face as he realized how the management of the sports bar intended to punish their helpless hostess.

"Hey slut, I know you're busy with your mouth full over there, but I'm sure you already know that I'm going to be using this scalpel to sign my name on your back. I guess they wanted me to use something more permanent than a pen. Hopefully this will teach you not to fuck up someone's reservaton again, slut. I've never had the best penmanship, so I'll make sure to be extra neat and write as slowly as possible, cunt. Try not to move too much, or else I might have to start all over again. Hahaha!" laughed Charlie venomously.

"MmmhmmmmGLAGSHLURPMNOOOOOOOMMMMGAGSLURP" protested Veronica around Hectors veiny member as it repeatedly slammed into her sloppy tight throat, unable to get a coherent word out. Those sick fucks really expect all the guests to carve their names into my back with a scalpel??? No no no this can't be happening, please God don't let this be happening to meeeee. But her panicked thoughts were shortlived as she started to reach the end of another cycle of oxygen deprivation via cock.

She continued to dutifully slurp and lick the powerful piece of meat reaming out the back of her throat, hoping to get him off soon, but her motions and vision slowly began to subside as her vision once again grew darker. Her thoughts began to slow down and become confused as her oxygen hungry brain grew more addled by the second. Her lungs burned for oxygen as she felt like she was drowning in an ocean of cock, drool, and cum. Not an ounce of fresh air passed through the fat cock painfully wedged in her gurgling fuck tunnel. The slapping of Hector's heavy balls against her saliva smeared chin was the last thing she felt as her world went dark.

GASSSPPPPP Hector looked down at the dark haired beaty as her eyes flickered open, the spark of light suddenly returning to those two gorgeous eyes. She still looked beatiful even with a sloppy mess of precum and frothy saliva splattered and smeared all over her stunning face, mascara and fake eyelashes in disaray as a result of her copious tears, and the nonstop pounding of his pubes and sweaty, obese, gut against her pretty face. The hostess gasped as deeply as she could through the restrictive dog collar as he pulled his cock out of her throat halfway, allowing only small pittance of oxygen pass between his cock and into her lungs; just enough to keep her consciously aware of her suffering.

GLURPGAGGGCOUGHSLURPGAG Hector's dripping wet cock plunged all the way down her gagging throat again, cutting off her ability to breathe. Her slender throat bulged visibly below the collar as his monstrous manhood deepthroated her completely. Noooooooo please let me breatheeeee, please just let me dieeee, I can't take this anymoreee. Veronica moaned in anguish and desperation as Hector slowly began fucking her face like a fleshlight again, the rhythmic slapping of his heavy swinging scrotum against her face starting to pick up momentum. He had given her just enough air to keep her from completely passing out and avoiding her torture, but too little oxygen to dull the burning in her lungs and constant sensation of suffocation.

Pressing the scalpel firmly against the smooth olive skin of her toned, lower back, Charlie began to sign his name. Unfortunately for Veronica, the scalpel provided to her guests wasn't very sharp, so Charlie really had to press hard to break through her supple skin, frequently having to retrace the same letter before the desired cut was achieved. Small droplets of bright red blood ran from the large "C" that Charlie cruelly carved into her back excruciatingly slow, ensuring that she felt every last fiber of her flesh being sliced into. To say that she felt it was an understatement.

Even though the sexy latina slave was oxygen deprived, strapped to her desk by her collar, had her breasts tortured, and was getting her holes brutally reamed by two older men, once the first clumsy incision was made, she fought like a wild banshee to break free.

As Charlie happily carved away at her back like a kid with a jack o' lantern, Vernoica bucked her body in any direction that her precarious bondage allowed her too. Her heavy ass bounced back at Charlie with a vengeance as the pain ripped through her body, smothering his pulsating cock with her juicy latina cheeks. Her shapely ass bounced left and right as she tried in vain to shake him off of her; only managing to get her abuser more aroused as she gave him a sensual show. His balls grew heavier as he felt her soft curvy ass grind against his hairy hips and thighs, his cock completely disappearing in the blur of her clapping, curvy cheeks.

She attempted to lift herself up, but was instantly stopped by the taut leash that Hector held with an iron fist. She managed to raise her torso up off the desk a few inches but ineveitably just came crashing back down, mashing her fat mammaries repeatedly, intensifying the unyielding throbbing within them as they were crushed beneath her. She screamed herself hoarse around Hector's impaled cock, adding more erotic vibrations to his already incredible deepthroat experience. Every slow cut and slice of the scalpel made the miserable slave clamp her dripping wet throat and pussy down on the two cocks spitroasting her, massaging their throbbing manmeat with her sore fuck holes, coaxing out more precum. Her suffering only increased their pleasure. Her body was nothing more than a plaything for them to torture, and use to service their cocks and empty their balls.

Unfortunately for Veronica, all of her bucking and thrashing only made Charlie's poor penmanship even worse. He frequently found himself slipping the scalp and cutting an unintentional trailing line up her back whenever her back arched up and down unexpectedly. Whenever her bountiful buttucks bucked back at his cock a little too hard, he would accidentaly ruin the perfect arch of an "h" or the make the "l" be too long. This was naturally all her fault of course. If the stupid cunt would just moving so much and just let him sign his name, then this wouldn't be taking so long. Women can be so dramatic thought Charlie while rolling his eyes. But, Charlie was not one to give up so easily, and his mother had always taught him that proper penmanship was important. So he was going to write his name perfectly, no matter how many attempts or how much pain it caused the fat titted whore he was pounding.

By the time Charlie was done, about 30 minutes had passed, and her once flawlessly smooth back was in ruins. Her entire naked back was a patchwork of angry red cuts, letters, partially written attempts at his name, some with lines crossing them out, others just abandoned for no aparrent reason. Openly bleeding letters of all different sizes and styles were strewn accross her soft supple skin, giving her the appearance of a middle school boy's sketchbook.

Even the lower part of her skin-tight referee's jersey was cut up and frayed, for no apparent reason other than to torture the poor girl. But written clearly in painstakingly large letters, Charlie's name was permanently carved horizontally across the small of her back, permanently carved into her once flawless youthful skin for the rest of her no doubt short, miserable life. The tan skin immediately surrounding the carved letters was angry and inflamed, only accentuating his vile name in bold. Droplets of blood dribbled down the slopes of her slender waist and trickled down the toned channel of her lower back and between the slopes of her jiggling ass cheeks.

Charlie looked down at his handiwork between thrusts and grinned, clearly proud of the end result. Whoever in management decided to use her back instead of wasting paper was clearly a genius and needed a promotion. Why chop down all the beautiful forests of the world and waste money on paper when guests could just bend over the hostess, use her holes to their desire, and make the bitch scream by carving their names into their back. It was definitely going to be hard going back to more "traditional" establishments after the fun that he had just had.

"Alright bitch, I'm all signed in, I hope you don't mind that I used up your whole back. But I'm sure you can accomadate future guests by offering up the plenty of other available spaces across your body to sign. Such as your tits....abdomen....ass....and maybe even that pretty face of yours if you really start to run out." Charlie stroked his chin inquisitively as he feigned deep thought. His other hand rested heavily on her jiggling ass as he lazily fucked his almost bursing cock into her clenching cunt. "I suggest you start to get creative with space, slut. Because we all know what happens with used up paper. It gets thrown out. And I really don't think this bar cares about recycling." laughed Charlie as he smacked her thick ass, sending ripples across the bouncing peach.

Veronica gulped. From the fear associated with what he had just said but also due to swallowing the steadily increasing output of thick precum that drained from Hector's pulsating, swollen cock. Veronica was far too exhausted from the constant screaming to give him any other sort of response anyways. Additionally, the lack of oxygen to her brain and muscles only left her the energy to continue slurping obediently on his thick member and noisily swallow the disgustingly slimy mixture of precum, saliva, and puke that kept accumulating in her oral passage.

There was just one more thing that Charlie had been wanting to do before he dumped his load into the slave's tight little gripping twat. He had been on the verge of emptying his balls in the bitch about half an hour ago due to how incredibly juicy and hot her cunt felt around his cock, especially when it clamped down and milked his cock whenever he inflicted some form of torture on her curvy body. However, he had gone through the agony of holding back his load just so he could continue causing her more pain while he savored her fuck box. Reaching between her sexy thighs, Charlie grabbed the pendulous metal basketball that swung with the impact of his hips on her thick ass.

By now, the heavy, metal basketball ornament that swung from her clit was extremely slippery; covered in copious layers of creamy pussy juices, cum, and even some blood that had managed to drip down from her back. Careful not to let it slip out of his hand, he yanked it back forecefully and pulled it all the way up until he had it positioned over her tightly puckered, vulnerable asshole. Veronica wailed in pure anguish and despair as her pierced clit was sadistically stretched beyond its natural limits, threatening to be ripped off completely. The nerve endings in her clit and pussy erupted like a volcano of suffering and rocked her brutalized, shapely body. Her drooling throat and raw cunt convulsed firmly around the two spears of meat spitroasting her, almost managing to milk the main serving of cum from their heavy swinging balls.

Setting the large metal sphere on top of her tightest fuckhole, like a golfer setting his ball on a tee, Charlie raised his other hand up high in the air and slammed his palm down on top of the sphere.

"Slam dunk!" shouted Charlie obnoxiously as the loud slap reverberated around the room, her juicy buttocks reverberating delicously from the sudden impact.

The force of the slap propelled the amost 5 inches in diameter sphere straight down and deep into her clenched asshole.

The unyielding orb instantly ripped apart her internal and external anal sphincters as it penetrated her deliciously tight ass, towing her throbbing clit along with it. The excruciating pain of her delicate asshole being physically torn apart, along with her swollen clit being distended even futher was too much for the pathetic young slave to bear. Bright white flashes of pain enveloped her vision as she felt her gorgeous body being torn apart and stretched in the most degrading of ways. Veronica felt something snap expand and then snap within her asshole and then the sensation of what felt like a massive fist, stuffing her her from behind. She felt like her insides were going to burst with both her cunt and asshole being stuffed to the max.

The ecstacy of the sexy bitch's tight holes combined with her delicious reaction to this final act of humiliating torture was the final straw for the two horny older men.

Charlie erupted first inside the the slut's convulsing cunt; a torrent of hot creamy cum bursting forth from his bulbous balls and basting her pink insides with a thick white coat, asserting his dominance over the defeated fuck toy.

The wide orb filling up her asshole pressed down on her cunt and his thrusting cock, making her gripping pussy three times as tight. Charlie roared in ecstacy with what felt like the most powerful orgasm of his life as her wet cunt hungrily milked his balls dry, draining every last drop of his boiling hot seed.

He bent over the her, his hairy chest on her smooth arching back, like a mating animal, and slid his hands under her torso. He humped the bitch for a few more powerful thrusts as he roughly kneeded her massive udders like lobs of pizza dough; crushing her fatty orbs of tit meat cruely between his fingers. He savored her youthful, full breasts as he playfully squeezed them; his veiny cock spasming and spurting out the last few drops of his spunk. Vernonica wimpered pathetically around the cock she was suckling, as her perfectly shaped tits were abused, and her insides defiled by the sadistic bastard's hot seed.

Hector erupted only a few seconds after his buddy came, unable to hold out much longer as the bitch continued to dutifully service his swollen member with her silky tongue and wet convulsing throat. The constant vibrations of her pleasantly tight throat massaged his cock as she whined and screamed, coaxing his bubbling cum from deep within his fat heavy balls. Her moist pretty eyes looked up at him adorably as his thick slab of cock meat began pumping copious globs of sticky semen down her gullet.

Her gulping throat dutifully convulsed around his erupting cock as she desperately tried to swallow the seemingly endless supply of his ball sauce. The poor latina gagged and retched around his spurting cock as she failed to swallow the thick cream quickly enough, causing rivets of white seed to spray out from her nose.

Hector tighly gripped her pretty head with both hands and bashed his hips against her face as hard as he could and, held her there, sliding his pulsating cock as deep down her tight face hole as physically possible. He closed his eyes tight and moaned loudly as he drained every last thick rope of cum down the beautiful girl's actively swallowing thoat and directly into her stomach. The shameless lapping of her warm slippery tongue against the underside of his sensitive cock felt like heaven. The whorishly loud slurping of her lips sucking at the base of cock, like a teenage slut in heat, was music to his ears as he unloaded all the stressors and tensions of his terrible week into the sexy young hostess he had just met. Even after the last drop of cum was hungrily swallowed down the slut's overworked throat, the sweet slut continued to lovingly suckle his cock, either too afraid or too well trained to stop without permission. Either way, it was fine with him, as his slowly deflating cock enjoyed her lavish tongue bath and massage.

After taking a minute to let their heavy drained cocks recuperate and soak in the warmth of the sobbing slut's warm holes, they pulled out of her unceremoniously. Both of them degradinly taking turns wiping their filthy cocks clean with handfuls of her luscious latina hair. By the time they were finished, her once pristine silky hair was a matted mess of thick globs of cum, vaginal excretions, and frothy saliva. She may have looked like a fuckable young slut when they first entered the bar, but now she looked like a proper used up whore.

Visibly wincing with every agonizing movement, the thoroughly fucked slave forced herself to stand up. The free leash slithered up from the table and through the embedded D-ring as the curvy whore painstakinly faced her abusers. Tears gently flowed down her sweet face as the fat sphere lodged within her ass continued to brutally tug on her clit. Her sloping breasts wobbled slightly as she stood up, her tender breast flesh a mottled myriad of bruising and angry red fingermarks. Her succulent dark nipples were clearly inflamed and swollen as the heavy nipple rings hung from them. The now uncapped scalpel swung ominously below her engorged melons, a few drops of old blood still clinging to the dull blade, as if to try and savor the sweet flesh of the enslaved girl it had cut into.

"Shall I show you to your table, masters?" Sobbed the collared hostess, forcing a pained smile on her tear streaked face; barely able to keep her composure after the sadistic ordeal she had just been through. Thick globs of frothy cum, mixed with saliva ran down her pretty cheeks and feminine chin, dripping down onto her fat heaving udders.

The two men nodded and grinned at her hungrily.

"But you better be quick about it slut, because it looks like you have some new guests to attend to," Charlie gestured towards the door where a group of about 15 men had ammassed by the lobby. Some, stood by the door, while others sat on the ong leather booths lining the walls.

The men whistled and cheered; beaming sadistic smiles plasterd on all of their older faces. "We all have seperate reservations, slut, so I hope you saved some space for us to sign in!" taunted one of the sadistic guests.

Vernonica's beautiful, tear soaked eyes widened as she let out a desperate whimper of despair.

She wasn't going to survive the night.