Jessica's Change Management Ch. 06

"Been 'LGZ' for life, ya know." Checo finally told me. "Helped buildin' it up from scratch 'n spent years in da slammer for my homies."

"So tell me." He directly addressed me. "What I'm s'pposed to do wit such fresh gang meat. What cha got to offer dat no younger hoodrat can, huh?

"Uhmmm... dunnnooo." I stammered at a loss of words. Plllzzz lttt meee sukkk urrr dikkk, srrr."

Remembering to keep my tongue out the last second, my answer became a slurred murmur. It made me sound as dumb as I looked.

"A simple fuck 'n suck? Dat's what cha offerin'?" The hardened gangbanger snorted. "Been there, done dat. Spent my time breakin' in sum dirty hos. Ya gotta do bettah dan dat."

My mind was reeling. I couldn't believe that this lowlife con was making me plead to let him use me. I was completely out of his class, not only as an educated business lady but also as a hot looking MILF, and still, he refused a blowjob.

I couldn't put up with that and neither could I disappoint D-Rod! I had to do something to convince this rude, hardened thug. What had he said? He had broken in some dirty whores, right? So I had to prove that I was a nastier slut.

"Plllzzz srrr, makkke meee zzze drrrtiezzzt 'LGZZZ Ho' evrrr. Puttt zizzz nazzztiii ho tooo gooddd uzzz."

Woah! I didn't mean to degrade myself like that. It simply came over me. That moment, however, I meant every word the way I said it. I was on a mission to get this gangster's cock, no matter what.

"Ya wanna be a nasty ho for me? I like dat attitude!" Checo responded, obviously pleased with my begging. "Ya want it real nasty? Ya can get dat!"

"Let's start wit checkin' if dat throat's deep enuff to take my cock!" He instantly took me up on my offer.

Then he drove two fingers through my open lips and hit my uvula. My gag reflex instantly set in, and I coughed and spluttered around his fingers. All bravely, I kept my mouth open and my tongue out as best as I could.

The rough gang member didn't care about my discomfort at all. He simply continued driving his two fingers down my throat. He thoroughly tested out the depths of my throat, endlessly poking around in it. My eyes tore up and mascara began running down my cheeks while I pathetically gagged around his fingers.

Because of my struggles, it took some time until the taste of Checo's fingers hit me. The flavor of deep-frying fat was overwhelming. It almost made me puke the moment it assailed my senses and increased my discomfort a hundredfold.

"Ya're a real choker, ain't cha?" Checo obviously liked the sound of my pitiful gagging. "Dat's da only way a ho should be talkin' anyways. Now, clean all dat grease off my fingers, fuckin' puta! Make yaself useful as my finger bowl, biatch!"

Fingerbowl? Yuk! This was as degrading as disgusting!

The hardened gangster used my mouth to clean off all the slush and grease he had picked up while making fries and tacos! The thought alone made me heave dryly, but the flavor itself was far worse.

"Urgh! Eeeggghhh! Urgh!" My heavy retching mixed with my squeals of revulsion while the nasty flavor attacked my senses.

The taste filled me with nausea and made my skin crawl. Pushing my head from side to side, I desperately tried to escape the stinky, greasy fingers, but Checo grabbed my chestnut hair with his free hand and held my head in place.

Wave after wave of disgust surged down my spine causing me to fidget about with my knees on the concrete. I let the bag of fries fall to the ground and waved my hands through the air as if I was trying to shake the sticky, yucky grease off my hands. My whole body was shaking like a leaf in the wind and my gullet was getting sore from all the dry heaving.

Checo hadn't gotten his fill yet, however. To increase his amusement, he started varying the rhythm of his fingerfucking. This way, he perverted my gagging noises into a kinky melody.

"Urgh!... Urgh Urgh!... Urgh!... Urgh Urgh!"

Methodically, he shoved two fingers past my uvula and fingerfucked my throat in rhythm. Pulling them out, he checked if they were clean and wiped the nasty throat slime off onto my cheeks mixing it with the run mascara. Continuing with the next two fingers, he cleaned his right hand then his left hand, and finally, each thumb individually.

"Ya look a right mess, fuckin' puta!" Checo remarked while taking a step back and mustering me from head to toe.

He must have been right. After all, I had drooled all over my titties and my face was drenched in a mixture of run mascara and throat slime.

"I'm zorrriii srrr!" I mumbled with my tongue out. "Whattt cannn I do 'bouttt ittt?"

"Lemme help cha clean up, biatch." Checo told me.

Walking up to the trashcans on my right side, he grabbed an old, folded cardboard box that was leaning against the dirty garbage can. As I watched him with my eyes growing wider by the second, he threw it onto the concrete right in front of me.

"Scrape 'em tatas 'n mug over it till all da gunk's gone, dirty ho!" He ordered.

WTF? Had I just heard him wrong? Fuck no! I wouldn't do that! God knows how long that cardboard had been lying around in this grimy dump of a backyard. It looked soggy and grubby.

I wanted to berate and cuss the bastard out but remained silent. I didn't move either staying in my silly puppy posture instead.

"What did cha tell me? Don't cha wanna be a special ho, puta del barrio?" Checo reminded me of my pleas. "Just sum empty promises! Been wastin' my time wit cha."

That hurt! I knew I had begged him to turn me into the dirtiest 'LGZ Ho' ever. It had been in the heat of the moment, and I hadn't meant it word-for-word. However, Checo was challenging my word now.

I had already allowed him to use me as his finger bowl, right? This wasn't so much worse, was it? And anyway, I wanted to perform well. This was my first day as the official 'LGZ Ho' after all.

I was going to do it. Wherever it was coming from, the urge to perform well was too powerful. So I got on all fours. Meekly looking at the brutal thug, I crawled over to the cardboard. Reaching the edge of the carton with my knees, I made sure to place my hands on the concrete on each side. This way, my heavy funbags were dangling off my chest, hovering right above the soggy cardboard.

Without touching the carton, I inspected it closely. The material was damp with tattered edges and several dark spots littered the carton. One corner had rested in an old puddle of rainwater leaving it completely soaked. God knows where they were coming from. The cardboard looked so unappealing it gave me the creeps.

I was a rich, powerful business woman with a housecleaner and gardener. You wouldn't find anything that filthy in my house. Even less, you would find me ever touching anything that filthy. I had always hated doing the chores. The moment I had earned enough money, I had hired a cleaning lady and never touched a cleaning rag again. Now, I was about to rub my tits and face on a piece of garbage!

"Dis is getting' tedious, dirty ho. Ya gonna do it or not? Ya gonna live up to ya promise or not?" Checo was getting impatient.

I couldn't suppress a whimper of disgust when I slowly bent down. My mewling turned louder until it became a full-blown squeal the moment my rock hard nipples touched the grubby cardboard.

Suppressing the urge to straighten myself, I pressed my soft, sensitive titties onto the carton. Feeling the dampness sent chills up and down my spine. I wanted to lift myself up so badly but continued pressing my drool-covered boobs down until my soft tit meat got squashed and bulged out at my sides.

"Eeewww! So bad! So gross!" I started moaning and complaining softly.

Still, I began to move my shoulders back and forth rubbing my squashed funbags over the carton. I felt every inch of yucky, damp carton touching my precious tit flesh and commented on it with further wails of protest.

"Hehehe! Looks like we got a right moaner here. A lil whinin' biatch." Checko chuckled. "C'mon puta, keep on yammerin' for me."

With my face so close to the grubby cardboard, the full flavor reached my nostrils. The smell stung my nose. The stench was so moldy and musty that it made me whine even louder, much to the Latin gangbangers amusement.

"Yuk! This stinks sooo bad! Eeewww!" I bitched and lamented. "Uuuggghh! Please can I stop, sir?"

"Oh no, naggin' biatch! What about 'em mug, huh?" Checo didn't let me off the hook yet as he was enjoying my yammering too much.

"Eeeggghh! Nooo! So!... Grooosss!... Eeewww!" My whining cranked up another notch when I pushed my right cheek onto the soggy carton.

Grit your teeth and get to it! That had been my motto when starting to rub my face over the yucky cardboard. Still the revulsion was getting to me making my head spin. Yet, I couldn't stop yammering. Somehow, I had to express my disgust, which made Checo laugh his ass off.

Watching me, he stepped in front of me and calmly opened his pants. Waving his dick in front of my face, he laughed when my angry scowl turned into a look of desire. His prick was a sight to be seen. It was nice and stiff with a good length, but the most striking thing about it was its thickness. It was thicker than my wrist! His cock would stretch and fill me good.

It only took a stiff, hard prick to make my anger vanish and get me pliable again. What a slut! In seconds, I was eagerly looking at the dick in front of me and yearning to touch it while continuing to rub my tits over the cardboard. Finally, something to fill me! After all the public disgrace and humiliation, I was more than ready for a cock.

"Hehehe. Look at dat!" The rude gangbanger suddenly exclaimed when he stepped back behind me and ran his hand along the inside of my thighs.

My pussy was so dripping wet that my juices were running down my legs. All while doing the nastiest thing I could dream of! How degrading!

"Da ho's getting' off on doin' nasty stuff. Bet cha want me to tell D-Rod 'bout it." The thug teased me.

While posing his question, he ran his fingers through my overflowing slit. I wanted to scream 'No!' but only appreciative groans came over my lips. The sight of his glorious cock had really turned me on.

"Ooouuuhhh!" I suddenly yelped out when Checo roughly pushed his middle finger up my tight asshole.

He caught me totally unprepared and pried my sensitive butthole open without a care for my comfort.

"Hey! What the fuck!" I started protesting but it got stuck in my throat when I realized his intent.

He began pushing his finger around, which only left me two options. I could let him painfully stretch out my asshole or follow his movements letting him usher my body over the cardboard.

I went for the less painful version and stopped moving on my own. It made me feel so vulnerable letting him push me around like a ragdoll, as I was giving him full control over my body.

I felt Checo pulling his finger upwards until my sphincter started distorting into the same direction. Moving along, I let him guide me forward. He wriggled a second finger up my butthole stretching it further open. It gave him a firm handle over my body, and he started pushing me to the left and the right.

"Hehehe! Like wieldin' a mop!" Checo remarked. "Ya like bein' my cleanin' mop, puta?"

"Ew! A mop?!?" I wailed from the humiliation. "Ugh! That's sooo mean! I'm your pretty ho, not your mop, sir!"

"Hehehe! Ya my nasty, naggin' biatch!" The gangbanger made plain.

Meanwhile he exchanged his middle finger with the index finger of his left hand and pulled his fingers apart, really stretching my tight asshole open.

"Ya been pretty useful as a finger bowl 'n cleanin' mop." He told me. "Let's check out dem fuckholes."

"Ooouuuhhhh!" His words barely registered with me when he plunged his thick cock into my ass.

As his meat pole was thicker than my wrist, it drove the air right out of me. I felt like I was getting impaled by a tree trunk. My yammering was instantly replaced by my screaming. I was howling like a mad woman as my butt was getting stuffed beyond capacity. Checo's massive cock was forcefully stretching out my poor ass ring and widening my ass chute.

"Ooowww!... Too big! Ooohhh!... My ass is too tight!" I complained in between my screams.

"No mo' when I'm done wit cha, fuckin' puta!" The gangster simply remarked while he buried his shaft up my ass to the balls.

When he had dipped his immense cock completely up my anal tunnel, I felt like he had speared me up my spine. I couldn't even move! My ass walls were stretched so wide that I could feel each and every vein on his dick.

But then he pulled back and started fucking my asshole. It took the anal attack to a whole new level!

He was reaming me out with strong, hard thrusts that made my entire body shudder. He wasn't rutting me in a high pace but pumping my bunghole almost methodically with deep, intense pokes. To further increase the impact, he grabbed both my arms and pulled them onto my back, leaving me completely at the mercy of his huge cock. All I could do was to scream and take it.

The onslaught on my ass even made me forget the yucky cardboard. That changed when I realized the intent of Checo's deep, methodical thrusts. He was using his cock to push me over the carton! He was guiding me with his dick!

Picturing myself kneeling on a filthy cardboard in a dirty backyard surrounded by trashcans and dumpsters while getting fucked up the ass, made my pussy lurch maddeningly. I desperately wanted to touch my pussy and rub my clit.

With every powerful stroke up my butt, my shoulders got pushed forward and my cheeks and tits scraped over the soaked, grubby cardboard.

"Eeewww!... Ooowww! Eeewww!... Ooohhh!" My screams and whimpers alternated.

Holding my hands on my back, the rude Latino drilled his thick meat pole up my ass until my tits reached the edge. He had managed to drag my body over the whole cardboard by fucking my asshole!

With a loud, hollow plop, he pulled his thick cock from my poor, stretched out bunghole. My sphincter felt so open I was afraid it would never close again. Changing his position, he turned around and straddled my butt, facing away from me. Then he plunged his massive tool back up my ass from up above.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" I squealed.

The new angle stretched my ass chute in another direction and widened it even more. Proceeding to poke my bunghole, he used his heavy, methodical thrusts to push my body backwards. Slowly, my tits got dragged back over the soggy cardboard.

Yuk!

Moments before my fat fleshcans reached the other end I felt his cock starting to pulse.

"Please baby, don't cum just yet. Tap my pussy first. You wanna fuck my cunt, don't you?" I panted.

I finally had my hands on a cock. I didn't want to let it go without getting it crammed up my pussy. I needed this dick filling my cunt.

"What a greedy ho! Ya really are a nasty cock slut, ain't cha!" Checo shouted in response. "Too bad, I'm ready to shoot my load, puta!"

"Yo biatch! Ya're da ho! So tend to my dick!" He instructed me patronizingly. "Jerk me off on ya face! Work for ya gift 'n ya might get sumfin' to fill ya cunt."

I blushed at this order. He was making this business lady work for the 'honor' of getting a facial from a thuggish lowlife gangster. It was so degrading but it spurred on my obedience. Dutifully, I straightened and turned around on my knees. Grabbing Checo's thick cock, I jacked him off. Opening my mouth wide, I greedily stuck my tongue out like a target for his spunk.

I couldn't wait any longer for release, though. With my left hand free, I reached down and touched my clit. It was so engorged! The single flick caused an electric jolt of ecstasy to explode in my mind.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned in disappointment when Checo slapped my hand off my pussy.

"Did I allow ya to touch yaself, barrio biatch?" He growled. "Both hands on my cock, fuckin' puta?"

Putting both hands around his hard shaft, my freshly manicured French nails sparkled in the dark while I jacked the gangbanger off. After a few strokes, he shouted triumphantly and his cock erupted. I firmly held onto his throbbing shaft when he spewed three spurts of thick, white cum all over my face. The first blast flew right into my long, chestnut hair with the second spraying all over my cheeks and nose. The third glob of jizz finally landed on my tongue.

"Bullseye!" Checo cheered in triumph.

He even made me give him a high-five from my kneeling position. This added another pang of humiliation. It was so degrading to compliment this thug for drenching my face and hitting my tongue with his cum.

"Show 'em cumload." Checo told me.

"Now spit 'em spunk onto ya fries." He ordered after inspecting the gooey mass covering my tongue. "Dat's da right kinda ketchup for a slut. Ya don't wanna waste da fries I brought cha, do ya?"

The instruction made me grimace. I didn't want to coat the fries with his cum! Hell! I didn't want to eat the fries at all. They must have gotten cold by now. My repulsed look only earned me a derisive snort, though.

"Bettah get goin', dirty ho! Don't wanna make me wait!" Checo threatened me.

Whimpering lowly, I grabbed the bag of fries that was lying around on the dirty concrete. Opening my mouth, I let the mixture of spunk and drool drip onto the fries. When all his cum had left my mouth, I grabbed a few cum coated fries with trembling fingers and lifted them up.

Holding them in front of my face, I couldn't bring myself to put them into my mouth. The clear, gooey jizz stuck to them. It looked so unappetizingly. It was so unsavory.

"Ooohhh!" I suddenly squealed in surprise.

Checo had gotten impatient with me and grabbed my chestnut tresses with his right hand. Pulling my head back, he made me look straight up to him. Grabbing the bag of fries from my hands, he held them over my face. I knew what was coming, and it made me squirm and whimper. It was inevitable, though, and I obediently opened my mouth.

With an evil grin on his face, the brutal gangster tipped the bag over and poured a bunch of fries into my mouth. Most of the cum coated fries filled my mouth while a few hit my chin and cheeks. The cold, gooey fries made me gag, but I kept them in my mouth.

"Ya don't want me tellin' D-Rod cha rejected my gift, do ya?" Checo asked me while keeping my chestnut tresses in his vise-like grip. "He finds out cha been a bad gang ho 'n ya're eating nuthin' but cum for da rest of da week while sleeping right here on dat cardboard cha love so much. Dat's what I would do to a nagging biatch."

Fuck no! Of course, I didn't want that to happen. The sheer thought frightened me so I started chewing on the fries. The mixture of cold grease and sticky, drying cum tasted terrible. I had to swallow several times to get the gross mass down. It crept down my throat like a lump of clay.

Ugh! It tasted as yucky as it sounded. I desperately wanted something to drink to wash it down but obediently opened my mouth instead, presenting my empty mouth to Checo. Once again, the Latin brute poured a few fries into my mouth from up above.

"Show me how much ya enjoy my gift, barrio biatch." He said. "Smack ya lips while munchin' on it."

"Mmm!... Urgh!... Mmm!... Urgh!"

He watched me trying hard to smack my lips and making appreciative sounds while chewing on the yucky fries. I couldn't prevent the relishing sounds to get interrupted by my heavy gagging, though, which made him chuckle in amusement.

"Eat up like a good girl!" Checo finally told me when handing me the bag of fries.

While I continued eating my cold, yucky meal, the Latin gangbanger pulled his cell phone from his pocket and called someone.

"D-Rod, my homie!" He talked into the phone letting me know that he had called my intern. "Dat was a helluva surprise, ese! Gotta say ya got cha hands on a real nasty ho there."