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Solana felt the push of soft papaya at her ass, Push! Push! Push! But it went nowhere, just turning into mush.
"She's too tight, get something harder!" she heard. "Ya dáselo!" Give it to her already!
Solana whimpered softly, and moaned, the cry catching in her throat as she felt a finger push through the stickiness to open up her second hole.
"Yeah!" someone called out. "This gringa is ready for some genuine tropical flesh, heheheh!"
Solana moaned louder, overwhelmed at all the sensation. She felt more thick Latin fingers pulling at her this time, the one in her ass still going steadily in and out.
The feelings -- of the crowd, being the main attraction, the humiliation of being fucked by goddamn tropical fruit, of being out of control yet in control at the same time, and, of course, the fingers -- now pulling at her labia, pinching her thighs, squishing god knows what inside of her -- became too much.
She bit at Carlos's shirt, writhing,. "Gnnng.... Gngggg..." she moaned, eyes rolling back underneath tightly squeezed lids.
And Carlos whispered her sign. "Go, pet, go. Let it go, let it go, let it go...!"
And Solana let out a dark, groaning, throaty yowl that was meant only for him, should have been only for him, but was evident to the crowd by the way some stood back a bit to watch her small, quaking body shake and roil, pistoned on the hands of the lucky strangers in front, held in the arms of the muscled men.
And Carlos was proud.
"Chicos, chicos," Carlos called out, nodding to the other men holding the now-limp slut. They slowly let Solana's legs back down, the men's fingers escaping from her with slurping noises. Solana's legs buckled under her weight, and Carlos caught her under the arms as she fell limply almost to the floor.
"Rest, gatita," Carlos whispered, pulling gently on the gold chain that still encircled her waist. "Down," he quietly commanded, letting go of her arms so quickly that she fell forward onto her hands, knees coming down to the floor to support her as well. She bowed her head, panting, dazed, long hair covering her face in sweaty, wild locks. She rested.
Carlos continued to the crowd. "I agree. My gatita needs flesh, tropical flesh.... Con crema!" With cream! Solana's ears pricked at the sound; Carlos pulled tight at her thin gold cincher, an indication of what was coming next.
"And tonight, this gringa belongs to Horacio!"
He passed the end of the gold leash to Horacio, and the crowd went wild.
"Lacho! Lacho! Lacho!" they cried, calling out Horacio's nickname in unison, waiting to see where he would next lead this evening's main attraction.
**To Be Continued**
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amigo = friend amor = love, lover cállate = shut up! chicos = boys créma = cream dáselo = give it to her gatita = girl kitten; "baby" gringa mia = my American girl güey = dude hola = hello hombre = man mamí = baby, sexy mi = my oyé = hey perra = girl dog; derogatory for women, "bitch" perrita = girl puppy; derrogatory for women, "little slut" sandia = watermelon vale = OK
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 9 years agoThanks for sbmitting your story. You have some talent to build on. You gave such limited build up here. Jumping right in here makes this feel very rape-y to me. No didn't mean no, so what does mean no? I don't feel a dom/sub relationship but a pimp/unwitting whore in the making. Is she going to end up locked in a hovel with a nasty mattress on the floor servicing all? That would better fit noncon.
