Gangbanged all Night!!!

It was almost seven o’clock and the sun was rising already, slowly waking the city up while the dirty back-alley behind Crash was still filled with loud slapping sounds of flesh on flesh, along with loud moaning.

The man sat on top of an old trash can, his back against the cold brick wall while he watched the action with a wide grin on his face. The gangbang had been going on for hours now, man after man finding his way into the alley to have a turn on the young, raven-haired slut. And the girl… she was insatiable! Relentlessly she had fucked strangers for almost six hours straight now, eagerly taking dick after dick, letting the men use her and taking obvious pleasure from it.

He let his hand linger across the big bulge in his jeans’ pocket, feeling the thick bundle of dollar notes beneath. 345 Bucks! He looked over to the girl. She was facing him, on all fours on the dirty concrete floor while some big brute ravaged her from behind, holding her weary head up by her hair while his other hand constantly slapped her flushed buttocks. Sixty-nine guys, seventy including him, had fucked her tight holes over the last couple of hours, some of them several times, and it showed. Her body was dirty, the alley’s mud smeared all over her olive skin, her tits, ass and tummy red from constant slapping of the men and her beautiful, young face was caked in countless loads of cum. He had made sure that the men met his demands and had every single one of them cum all over her features, which were now covered in a thick layer of sperm. Her eyes were glued shut and her dark hair was clotty with run off. Her tongue hung limply out of her slackjawed mouth, a long strand of slimy spit was slowly dripping down on the alleyway floor. On her right cheek a distinct black boot print showed under the semi-transparent fluids. She would need a long shower to be presentable again… Apart from them the alleyway was deserted. All the men had to leave, some for work, some to sleep off their buzz, leaving Max with her final fucker.

The brute’s thrusts became rougher, his face was red with exhaustion and within seconds he pulled out of the girl’s hole and came around to blow his load over her cum-covered face. The girl didn’t react in the slightest way, the marathon-session finally wearing her out as she simply cowered on the floor as the final man of the night shot his jizz all over her messy features before he finally let go of her hair, letting her slump over into an awkward face-down-ass-up-position.

Grunting, the brute straightened himself and tucked his cock away in his pants, looking down on the motionless Max with a disdainful look. Then he turned around and left the alleyway without another word.

Once they were finally alone the man hopped down off the trash can and walked over to the unmoving heap that was Max. He lightly nudged her in the side with his foot, testing her reactions. There were none. It seemed the girl had passed out from exhaustion. He planted his foot against her hip and pushed, rolling the **** girl on her back. She didn’t wake up, instead she began snoring lightly through the mask of sperm covering her face, her breasts shaking with every breath.

The man looked up and down the alley, thinking about his next step. Over the last few hours the men had who had used the girl had decided to get some keepsakes of the girls scattered belongings and one thing after another all her clothes had disappeared: her boots, her pants, her jacket, her shirt, even her socks. The only things the man had managed to save for himself was the small pair of black panties, her sector pass and a key that obviously belonged to a motorcycle. He looked from the small photo on the sector pass down to the girl’s messy, cum-glazed face. The same girl, but so different! One looked into the camera with a cocky smirk on her beautiful lips while the other was so completely and utterly defaced, covered in jizz, lying naked and passed out in a dirty back alley in a mixture of mud, grime and cum.

The man jumped slightly when the sudden sound of a horn blared through the deserted street. His head shot up, but he immediately relaxed when he recognized the big run-down van that stood in the entrance of the alley and the man behind the wheel…