by Wrulf The Cunt-Defiler

(The 'N'-word is not meant as a racial insult to black men)



'O-o-o-h, o-o-o-o-o-h, y-e-e-e-a-a-a-h!' moaned Dee, the hot, big-uddered and

mid-30's tart as she beat-off with 2 fingers assaulting her snatch.



The immoral tart was lucky again, inasmuch as her husband had taken her children

out of town to visit his parents for the weekend - while his porn-hog type of

wife was wearing a short dress from under which she'd removed her panties.



That mid-August Saturday night was close to sweltering as so often that summer;

the half-clothed sex-slob was lying back spread-legged on a bed in a room at The

Greenway Motel.



While it was 3 blocks from, it had no association, commercial or otherwise, with

the golf course down the street and simply borrowed its name from the 18-holed

establishment.



As for holes, the place where the bitch was behaving with such deliciously

shameful shamelessness is very functional for the heat that was raging through

Dee's holes. It has an underground but wide-spread reputation as a no-name,

no-tell motel where husbands, in particular, get their wives' mouths,

turd-pussies and cunts excavated by strange cocks as though the wives are little

more than pieces of porn-flesh - while there are a sizable number of wives who

go there to surrender their dignity in exchange for indulging infidelity.



Beyond that, Arnie, the motel's white, socially nice but kinky, very sexist and

smutty-minded owner/weekend night-clerk, has absolutely no discrimination

between professional prostitutes and wives getting boinked like unpaid strumpets

- while he most definitely thinks of Dee as nothing but a type of prostitute who

doesn't give crap about money provided cocks are invading the sexually unclean

temple of her bod.



Still, Arnie - a nicely ordinary-looking man of 53 - wouldn't hurt a flea; he

and his employees have no tolerance for violent nonsense at his place of

business. Naturally, he wants to make money, but though he doesn't respect them,

he has a vulgar appreciation for easy fucks like Dee and treats them well.



Earlier that night, in fact, he'd given the cunt a smile and blatantly grabbed

his crotch behind the counter when she'd signed the register as 'Trish', before

he'd said, 'It's real nice that Trish is only one letter from 'trash', you sexy

bitch.'



Dee, however, likes non-violent male hogs such as him because she's aroused by

the contradiction of men harboring a very low opinion of her, a put-down

attitude which in turn gives them hard-ons with which to bang the shit out of

her! And true-blue, whole-hog slut Dee is, that gives her a womanly sense of

fulfillment as a whoring, massively-wanted piece of fuck-dirt - and the moral

slug definitely is an all-real woman who's honest enough about her polluted self

to get turned-on by feeling cheap and dirty!



The upshot of saying all of that is Dee having blushed and thanked Arnie for his

'trash compliment' before she hurried to her room to spread and start fingering

herself off.



Meanwhile, her environment was suitable for Dee as a bottomlessly 3-holed

fuck-dump of adultery - since while the motel is older but nice with clean

rooms, it has an atmosphere thoroughly smudged with a sense of sleaziness.



More to the point, the luscious screw-hog was so wallowing in her own sleaziness

that she had the door to her room wide open. After all, the bitch can be utterly

brazen about advertising herself.



And her fingers had 'shoveled' a number of filthy orgasms out of her vag-trough

when she heard a softly gruff voice: 'What are you doing?' - and she looked up

to see a middle-aged, brown-haired guy in the door.



He had a slight paunch and wasn't handsome, but not ugly, either - as if looks

matter terribly much to Dee.Though she prefers younger hunks, she's always

thrilled when any, every and all adult, clean, healthy and reasonably attractive

cocks look upon and use her as just a hot sack of screwing-meat who adores the

down-dirty of rutting like an animal.



More important than this man's looks, though, was the stiff, 7-inched-looking

penis stuck through his zipper while he rudely fucked his crotch back and forth

in her line of sight.



Moaning and jabbing her finger even farther into her maritally faithless cunt,

Dee panted, 'I'm waiting to get fucked - do you want to?'



The guy ignored the open door as he walked in and stripped without a word, then

reached down, pulled her fingers out of her pie-hole, stuffed them in her mouth

and softly groweled, 'Lick! Suck down a good taste of your slutty self, bitch!'



He watched her obeying for a bit, then withdrew her fingers from her face-hole

and said, 'I'm Bob, that's my actual name. And I won't use yours against you in

any way. But I the fuck don't want to hear anything but your real name, either.'



'You can have it if you'll fuck me,' Dee smiled with impish seductiveness.



'Why in hell would I do anything else? Your name, your real one, cunt,' Bob came

back.



'Dee,' the tramp told him.



'Okay, lowlife, and I hope to hell you're married, because all wives are only as

good as they fuck around like hookers, for money or not,' Bob said. 'And I'm not

mean enough to rip your dress off, even if that's what you deserve. So, take it

off yourself. It's my right to see if what you have is worth the trouble of

fucking,' - and Bob had hardly said that when when he picked up her panties, to

place the twat-moistened part of them in her mouth.



His eyes rapaciously roamed over her physically clean but sexually dirty-looking

flesh as she revealed it, and once she'd discarded her bra the way Dee deserves

to be pronged and discarded, he honked her left tit: 'Nice and big. Too bad I've

never seen those beauties swollen with a pig-mother's milk, bitch. But have you

ever thought about guys pouring their cum not only into your slutty womb but

filling your tits with it so you could milk yourself like a jizz-cow - h-u-m-m,

have you?'



'No, I haven't,' Dee replied, after he'd taken her panties out of her mouth.



'It's a hot and dirty idea, isn't it?' Bob went on.



'Well, I like to be used as a cum-bucket, in all my holes and just covered with

man-juice,' Dee again moaned.



'You love being stuck with dick and sticky with the stuff, huh, cunt?' - and

before the dirty cow could answer, Bob went on, 'You're a a real hot piece, just

look like an all-around fun-bag. Bend over my knee, cunt.'



Sensing what he had in mind, the soiled woman did as told, whereupon Bob

continued, 'I'm not going to spank you because you're a bad girl, or even a bad

bitch, but simply because you're a dirty, no-good slut-pig and a filthy whore, a

complete tart - right, cunt?'



'Yes, y-e-s-s-s, sir,' Dee hissed, 'coming on the rag' with even more arousal

that was heightened by Bob smashing his palm against her rump.



Too, he grabbed both of her shitting-cheeks with his finger-tips and jiggled

them around between each nicely stinging blow to her hiney until it was an

adulterous shade of red.



Bob then yanked her head into a tilt by the hair and growled, 'There'll be no

preliminary of a blow-job. Lie face-down in bed, slut.'



The low-down set of 'ho-holes did, with Bob stretching out above her and saying,

'I'm going to show you who's the boss in your fucking whore-asshole, pig!'



And Dee unleashed a heated squeal as he slapped her left butt-cheek open and

slowly dug his peter completely into her anal dirt-depths, with his efforts

steadily blossoming into a very invasive gut-banging.



'Oh, yeah, such a tight hole on something more worthless than a street-hooker! -

yeah, bitch!' - and Bob again glanced a blow off her right arse-cheek with his

hand.



'Yeah, give it to my whoring ass hard, you stinking bastard!' Dee yowled in

begging.



'Fuck you, tramp, you filthy tramp! You like your ass-hole full of something

other than logs of shit, don't you?' Bob said.



'Yes, oh, yes, just fuck my whoring ass!' the slattern bawled.



'What do you think I'm doing to your dumb shit-hole, you stupid cunt?' Bob

snarled into her left ear...



... and he skillfully buggered the lowlife but stinking-good for a solid 10

minutes, after which he pulled out of her anal pigsty, shoved his hands under

her sweet belly and hauled her up to all-4's prior to commanding. 'Shut your

eyes until I tell you to open them, you slimy cunt!'



He peered around to ascertain that Dee obeyed, before she felt his weight

vacating the bed, to quickly be replaced by another one.



Next, the skank heard soft slurping noises followed not long thereafter by an

even larger dick impaling her tail-hole until her bum-gutter was glutted upon

the piece of fuck-gristle.



Once she was bowel-stuffed, Dee heard a slapping noise - then a soft snarl - as

the apparently new prick started sodomizing her.



Silence filled the room for a minute or 2, with Bob next pulling her face around

by the hair and saying, 'Open your eyes, little Miss or Mrs. Fuckee-Fuck!'



The little screw did, very surprised to see a blond, trim, much younger and

truly beautiful slab of man-nakedness standing beside the bed with his

punishingly and obscenely huge cock in hand!



Much more excitingly worse, however, Dee saw that she was being defiled in the

pooper by a male dog!



'O-o-o-o-h, o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h, oh, m-y-y-y g-a-a-w-w-d!' she shrieked, starting to

get a bit dizzy, almost overwhelmed by the immensity of the perversion!



Despite feeling lower than she could ever remember, though, the unpaid strumpet

couldn't squelch the fire of obscenely ravishing arousal possessing her like a

demon to know that a pair of strange men thought so little of her as to turn a

dog loose to dick-drill her in the ass - and do a great job of it, too!



She screamed as she came - viciously! - while the new guy grinned, 'Hi, there.

I'm Jim. I walked past the door a while ago and could tell you're just a piece

of shit who'd slobber-off at the cunt over surprise 'ass-rape' from a dog, you

fuckin' kennel-whore!'



'Hell, shittin' yeah, we knew you'd blow your gaskets to high heaven over it,

mutt!' Bob laughed, and Dee then knew the guys had planned bestial buggery from

the very start, with her indeed 'blowing her gasket' once more.



'What a complete animal! Christ, you ought to make stinking-dirty love to an

alley full of stray dogs every night!' Jim growled...



'... yeah, and sleep in a doghouse every night, too, mutt!' Bob added, followed

by Jim saying, 'Fuck who you are! You're going to suck my FUCKING dick, whore!'

- and he pulled her head over with his hand on the back of it, making the

rut-bag feel as if he was dumping most of his monstrous pizzle into her very

neck.



He choked her for a few seconds, then started a long-stroked act of

head-copulation.



And though Jim was doing that firmly, but not roughly, his penis was so large as

to have Dee feeling as if he was slugging her in the mouth with his man-club.



'U-u-u-m-m-m-p-h, u-u-u-m-m-m-p-h!' she went, swine-grunting through several

more cums.



It wasn't long, though, until the canine snarled her dung-chapel full of his

beast-slop, then dismounted her for Bob to take over in shagging her twat until

he seeded it with his steaming man-spew.



Jim, nonetheless, had just nutted-off down her gullet and unplugged her face

when Dee saw something like 10 more guys walk in, the vast majority of them

being of an age similar to his.



They didn't deign her with a 'hello' or a syllable, simply undressed as though

Dee wasn't even there, like nothing but a cheap, non-existent whore! - and with

one of them using her hair to drag her out of bed!



Within seconds, the floor became a writhing tangle of legs, bodies and cocks

rudely and crudely manhandling the bitch's holes - though just as quickly, Dee

found out that she really existed since the guys started verbally befouling her

with some of the vilest-mouthed disrespect she'd ever heard, and in heaps of it.



Wanting to be the only real beast present, though, the swine-'ho felt rather

insulted that the guys sounded as much like animals as the one she is!



Still, she was constantly wrung-out by cumming over and over again, with cock

after cock 'insulting' her fuck-ditches as if she was just a bag of orifices.



And the dog 'raped' her dung-trap a 2nd. time about 2 1/2 hours into the

marathon, while though she didn't know how many there were, more guys came in to

'do her dirty' before the orgy ended a little after 4 in the morning.



However, being that a good shaming inflames the gutter-girlie, she masturbated

to another orgasm, being turned-on by none of the men so much as thanking her

for the fun of fucking-off with her.



Instead, they dressed - and you might say - dumped her like a piece of

copulatory litter by leaving without a word, even a 'goodbye' - again, as though

she was just a classless street-pig not even existing!



Still, while Dee's holes were nicely sore, she felt fulfilled as a fallen woman

happier than a pig in shit by the time she got home.



But then, the sexily slimy cunt is nothing if not the scrumptiously dirtiest of

dirty gang-bang whores needing her husband to go out of town yet again - and the

fuck real soon!



(The End)