Every character portrayed is eighteen or older.
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I was battling alcoholism, and I was losing.
Things had gone wrong. After nearly three decades working at the same fucking job, I hadn't gotten the promotion. It was my only chance. I had waited years for the site manager to retire or die. When he finally had, those bastards had hired off site. The only reason I didn't quit was because, well... what the fuck else was I supposed to do?
Now that the spot was filled, there was no room to move up. The work hurt my body; all of my joins were shot, my back throbbed, and my feet were sore. I couldn't keep doing what I'd been doing, but there was nowhere to go.
There was also no point in going home. The house was empty; I knew that already. My wife was never there. Even my daughter was distant; once she had turned eighteen, she all but vanished. The two of them were on constant 'mother-daughter dates,' whatever the hell that meant.
So I start going on 'daddy dates:' me, a few doubles of J.D., and a dimly-lit bar full of men just like me. We all stayed there until they kicked us out, watching the liquid drain from the inside of our glasses, ice cubes glinting dimly in the glow of football games that had long since ended, playing on televisions turned down too low to hear.
My stomach lurched.
I ducked down an alley to vomit. It was warm and private, just barely lit by the light of a convenience store two blocks down. My hands, groping in front of me, found the smooth, green side of a dumpster. I braced myself, knelt down, and unclenched my stomach.
It was then, while I was letting it all pour out, that I realized I wasn't alone. Shuffling in the gloom, a line of men- mostly my age, were looking straight ahead, hypnotized by something. Soft, female moaning sounded in the dark.
'Nice,' I muttered, wiping my mouth. I was trembling. My vision was blurred.
Maybe I could use a show.
I peered around the dumpster I had tucked myself behind. On the other side, the mewling of a young woman was unmistakable. Further down the alley, a more mature woman's voice blended into the night. Hookers, taking customers in the alley. The line of men were hopeful Johns. They clenched paper money in their hands, crushed cigarette butts under their boots, chuckled softly, and didn't look at each other.
Squinting, I realized that there was a gap between the dumpster and the brick wall of the building that I was leaning against. I edged myself in the gap, sucking in my gut.
Heavily constricted, I edged myself toward the sound of sex. The young woman's moaning was muffled but clear. Multiple male voices were grunting, groaning, softly swearing.
Somehow, ever resilient, my cock grew hard.
I was close, within two feet of the action, but well-hidden behind the dumpster. I was lucky that this one mostly seemed to be filled with cardboard, but the fragrances of the alley- piss, vomit, garbage, and cum- still filled my throat.
'Ah... mmm... mmm, mmahhh... mmahhh...' moaned the girl. Her voice hummed through the flesh stuffing her mouth.
'Damnnn slut,' groaned a male voice, 'you're gonna be rich.'
I could almost see her. I could hear the sound of cocks moving in and out of her, a faint
slsh, shlp, glrch
, sound. The girl's voice, obstructed by some obstacle lodged deep in her throat, was close at hand.
'Mmmph... Glmmmph...'
sllllrch
'... Smmmph...'
glshlshlshh
...
The sex was rough, I could tell.
Finally, I reached the edge of the dumpster.
Carefully, I slid forward, squinting into the darkness of the alley.
The bright light of a phone, eagerly recording, illuminated the scene, in harsh contrast.
At first, it was difficult to tell what was happening. Slowly, she came into focus. A young woman was moving, her body shifting in time to the motion of three.. no, four... no! five! men.
Her body was being held up, twisted at a strange angle. A man was thrusting into her ass; that much was clear. But there were three men between her legs, thrusting and moaning... it couldn't be. It was. Two cocks were being pounded rhythmically into her pussy. I could only see her legs, and the curving side of one buttock. Her legs jerked and twitched in time with their pounding, muscled movements.
'MMMMMPH!' the voice moaned in ecstasy.
I couldn't see her face. Two more men were crouched over her face, their hips and buttocks moving back and forth, awkwardly in time with one another.
GLSH,
'MMPH,'
SPLSH, GLSH
came the sounds.
Careful to avoid the light of the phone, I stuck my head out, just a bit. There was something vaguely familiar about the moans.
An amateur pornstar I know?
, I thought, hopefully. Not that I had much energy for porn.
I could smell the sex now, and see the cum splattered on the dumpster, on the brick walls behind us, on the crumbled asphalt below us.
'Huuuurgh,' groaned a man, and then another. The two men in her pussy were coming. I could see their balls tighten from between their leg and then twitch, moving forward as they emptied their load. They stayed in for long moments, jerking their hips lightly, and the girl moaned around the two cocks in her mouth, her cries of ecstasy echoing and soft, absorbed by pumping flesh.
Finally, the two in her pussy pulled away, cocks limp. Her lower body was still being held up by the man who was noisily working in her ass.
He held her at an odd angle, and suddenly, her ruined pussy was only a few feet away. Its bald lips were puffy and red, clearly sore and flushed with arousal. The vagina itself was yawning open. Two adult men had just put their cocks in it at once, and had stretched it wide. I could almost see clear through to the cervix. Red and swollen, her inner walls were visibly contracting, gulping the semen pooled within. Her tunnel was a lake of clouded, white fluid, which mixed with her own juice and poured to the ground.
I pulled out my cock. I had to stroke it, now.
Jesus fucking Christ,
I thought,
Take a look at this filthy backalley whore... What a fucking disgrace
, I thought, starting to masturbate.
The girl's lower body was perfect, rounded in tight curves, and the buttocks that were being pounded bounced as perfect bubbles of soft, silky flesh. Her pink inner lips were tight, pierced in multiple places. A hood piercing tipped in a pink gem glittered, delicate and beautiful, in the night.
She actually was wearing clothing: two plastic, platform heels, like strippers wore, and a tiny, thin piece of fabric that might have been a skirt, which was now pushed up between her hips and navel. It partially obscured the tattoo on her lower stomach that was written in script: CUM DUMP. Her navel was pierced as well, with an intricate piece of jewelry, which included the word 'SLUT' written in gemstones.
