Muscles In Trouble

I slam into the Bull Pen Bar like I own the  place, my white mesh top barely covering my massive pecs. The stink of cheap beer hits me. Dim as shit in here, but I can still make out all these built farm boys with their flannel shirts about to bust at the seams. Every one of these Alabama hicks stops mid-sentence to stare at my 20-inch biceps, the outline of my ass cheeks hanging out of these daisy dukes. I flex hard, veins popping across my shredded delts, catching light from the Budweiser sign. Not the cock buffet I was hunting for, but these country motherfuckers look hungry enough to eat what I’m serving.

I strut to the bar, letting my gaze crawl over each farm boy stud like I’m appraising livestock. After ordering a beer, I lean back against the counter, eyes fixed on the empty wrestling ring where I’ll get what I came for.

 

The Bull Pen Bar is mostly a local hangout place. We don't exactly get a lot of strangers coming in, and rarely do we get any strangers that look like the one that just walked in. My old worn flannel shirt, unbuttoned, sleeves cut out and a bit sweaty and dirty from days work. I stare at you as you walk up to the bar and order a beer. I chug my beer and walk up to the bar beside you to order another. "Not from anywhere even close to here, are you?" as I grab the bottle and pay the bartender.

The old wrestling ring has been part of The Bull Pen for years, but rarely used. I have had couple matches in it, and a few others have, but for now, the canvas is a bit dusty.

I turn my head real slow-like toward this sweaty hunk of Alabama beef, my eyes traveling up his dirt-streaked arms to that open flannel showing off a chest that ain’t half bad for some backwoods boy. “Well butter my biscuit,” I drawl, letting my voice go high and sweet, “ain’t you just the observant one? What gave me away, sugar? My sophisticated fashion sense or the fact I ain’t got no cousin-wife waiting at home?”

"Well one thing, you ain't from around here, and another thing, those shorts are like 2 sizes too small". I open my hand and suddenly SMACK your ass hard, holding onto it as I flash a little dirty smirk. "I don't have a, what was that you said, cousin-wife at home either, but maybe I just found a good bitch to fill that position". The bar is a bit warm on this Alabama evening, so my skin is glistening with a bit of sweat. "I saw you looking at the ring, I bet that scares the fuck out of someone like you"

My ass cheek burns where your rough palm landed, and I push back against your grip, letting you feel the muscle. “Oh honey,” I purr, arching my back just enough to make my intentions clear, “that ring don’t scare me half as much as it excites me. Question is “I turn to face you fully, my thumb hooking into the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down just enough to show the pink thong strap beneath, “you man enough to put me in my place, or you just all talk like the rest of these cornfed boys?”

I can't resist adjusting my bulge in my jeans, especially after I see the very top of that little pink thong strap that is showing. My hand still groping your asscheek and I momentarily remove it, only to SMACK that asscheek again in response to your little taunt. "I think I know where you place is, and I think you know this Alabama cornfed stud can put you there. Come over here, and let's check out the ring more". I walk us over to that old ring and as you look at it, I shove you against the apron and "doggie" your ass, to the approval of the boys in the bar.

You motion towards the ring, grab my waist band and push me forward into the canvas apron. I let out a high-pitched moan as my ass connects with your crotch, feeling that thick bulge press against my cheeks through those worn jeans. The boys in the bar are hooting now, and that just makes me grind harder, working my muscle ass in slow circles against you. “That all you got, farm boy?” I taunt, reaching back to grab your wrist and pull your hand to my hip. “Cause this city bitch needs a proper education in country manners.”

I hold your hips and really thrust my bulge against your ass over and over. Then I slide hands to the button of your daisy dukes and unfasten them. sliding them down to totally expose your little pink lace type thong. I work the shorts down more as I press against you till I get them low enough and I raise my big heavy work boot and step on the shorts, forcing them down to your ankles. "step out bitch" I order, as the guys in the bar start to gather around the ring. "I'm gonna give you an education alright" as I push you forward and roll you into the ring. I take a beer someone hands me and I turn it up, guzzling the entire thing before I roll into the ring behind you

Your hands clamp onto my hips like I’m a stubborn heifer, that denim bulge grinding against me. When you pop my shorts open, I squeal like a fuckin’ piglet at slaughter, and honey, that ain’t no act. You’re peeling those daisy dukes down my thighs like you’re husking corn for Sunday supper, showing off my pink thong to your tobacco-chewing boys. I push back against that tractor you call a cock, its pulsing through those jeans while your shit-kicker boot stomps my shorts to the floor. “Step out, bitch,” you bark, and damn if my pussy don’t tingle. Your redneck posse circles close , and then, WHAM!, you launch me into that ring like I’m a hay bale. My ass cheeks jiggling in the air before I flip over, watching you drain that Bud like it’s well water before you climb in after me, hungry.

I stand up and yank my shirt off, tossing it out onto the floor. Walking up to you, I SLAP one of those big asscheeks. Get up bitch, as I reach down and assist you up off the canvas. Then I shove you over to the ropes, and drape you over them. I undo my old work jeans and you feel me slapping my thick redneck cock against your asscheek.. "This what you need bitch?" but I slide it back into my jeans and turn you around.. send a hard CHOP to your big tits.. the guys around the ring gasp at how vicious that chop was.

You’re behind me like a fuckin’ bull, that work-roughened hand crackin’ against my ass so loud it makes my hole twitch and clench hungry for more. Then you’re yankin’ me up off the mat, all 240 pounds of this juiced-up muscle, like I’m some cheap blow-up doll from the truck stop. Next thing I know, I’m bent over the top rope, my face staring out toward all these slack-jawed country boys with their eyes buggin’ out. Jesus fuckin’ Christ, I feel it that thick country meat slappin’ between my cheeks, teasing me making my hole flutter and weep. This what you need bitch?” you growl, and before I can beg for it back, you’re spinning me around. THWACK! Your hand connects with my pecs so hard my swollen muscle tits bounce and quiver. The striations in my over-developed chest flex as I gasp, half-pain and half-pleasure, moaning loud enough for the entire county to hear...

I grab your head and yank it down under my big countryboy arm and into a side headlock. However for this, I push you down lower than normal and hold your face close to the outline of the head of my dick in my jeans. I slowly start to walk you around the ring, making you bend over and show that ass to all the rednecks in the bar. Then when I stop, I undo my jeans, haul out my big redneck dick and slap it on your face twice, then stuff it back in my jeans.. "you'll get more later"

Your arm’s a steel trap around my neck, forcing me down till I’m eye-level with that thick bulge straining against your jeans. You parade me around the ring like I’m your bitch on a leash, making sure every tobacco-chewing redneck in this dump gets a good long look at my massive bubble ass, flexing and bouncing in my pink thong. When you finally stop, the sound of your zipper rips in my ears. Then SLAP, your meaty cock hits my cheek, leaving a wet mark, then SLAP again on the other side. I’m drooling, tongue out, desperate for a taste when you cruelly stuff that fat dong back in your jeans. “You’ll get more later,” you promise leaving me whimpering like a cock-hungry faggot.

While I have you in this side headlock, I head to the nearest corner. When I get your back against the corner, a few of the rednecks walk around to slap your big beefy asscheeks. I put my hand under your chin and arch your head back, opening you up for 1.. then 2.. and then 3 and adding the final 4th.. hard fists right into your midsection. I assist you in the next move by stepping back and changing up to drive some old Wolverine work boots into your gut, slowly forcing you downward. One I have you down basically on your knees with your head to the middle turnbuckle. then I step up, I kick your legs open wide.. and keeping my boots against your leg to prevent any kick, I unzip my old dirty jeans and haul out my big redneck dick.. "open up pretty thang". and I step in and just force my thick cock right into your mouth.. "thats it, thats it, suck on his country-boy cock like the bitch you are".. I hold to the top ropes and I start to skull-fuck you. The redneck loving it

Your headlock drags me to the corner, face buried in your musky pit, back slammed into the ropes, these tobacco-spitting hicks take turns smacking my juicy ass till my cheeks burn hotter than Alabama asphalt. Before I can react you shove my head back then pummel my muscle gut, four jackhammer punches, BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM! has me squealing. Your mud-caked boot crashes into my abs next, folding me. Down I go, knees hitting the canvas, you kick my meaty thighs wide like a lot lizard at the truck stop. That zipper drops like a starting gun. Out springs your Alabama anaconda, thick as my wrist. “Open up, pretty thang,” you drawl, dangling that monster in my face. Before I can smart-mouth back, you ram that meat-missile down my throat, I’m gagging like a dollar-store whore, spit foaming at the corners of my mouth, eyes watering. The taste is pure Alabama filth, salt, sweat, everything that makes my faggot mouth water.

Your cock’s choking me like a fuckin’ noose. Can’t get air. Just meat. The hicks are howling now. “Make that faggot choke!” My face is on fire, tears running down like I’m some cheap whore. You ram it deeper, hitting spots ain’t never been touched. My throat’s spasming but I’m clawing at your thighs, pulling you in harder. Fuckin’ desperate for it. Spit bubbling out my stretched lips. My throat muscles working your shaft like I was born for this shit…

Holding to the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle and using that for leverage. My old work boots planted on the canvas, and my hips are rocking forward and back, driving my big thick Redneck dick down your throat, over and over. I look down at you and notice how red your face is getting, but doesn't that give me a reason to show any mercy, NO! Alabama rednecks aren't built for mercy when it comes to some fucking big-ass bitch that comes in without at least knowing the local guys. Finally I pull back and give you just the shortest of time to get some breathes, then mainly due to the yells and encouragement of the guys in the bar, I step forward, sliding hard cock back down your throat for a second round of skull-fucking. This round is more fun than the first, because your mouth and throat are already "fit" for the action, wet and warm and very accommodating. After this 2nd round of using your throat, I step back again, and watch you just crumble down onto the canvas, lacking wind in your lungs but still in need of the beatdown you seem to have been begging for when you first walked into The Bull Pen.

All these hicks, their chewing tobacco jaws dropping as you fuck my face like it’s some loose-trailered slut at the end of prom night. I try to keep up to your pounding, but my eyes are flooding, face splotched up and purple, foaming at the mouth, spit’s pouring out, fucking ruined, mouth gaping and stretched, jaw unhinged, chin slicked with drool all the way down to my pecs. My tongue’s going numb. My throat is burning. But that’s not enough for you, not with the crowd egging you on.

You’re a fucking machine, pulling back just enough to let me gulp half a breath before ramming that meat missile back down my throat. “Hell yeah, Tank! Show that city faggot what a real man tastes like!” The voices come from all sides, those cornfed hayseeds pressed in close. I’m on display, a prize pig at the country fair, and you’re just stuffing me for the judges.

You finally yank me off your cock, and I collapse against the turnbuckle, gasping, lips puffed and glossy, spit and pre-cum leaking down my chin like I’m some busted-up farm-girl left in the hayloft. I gasp, chest heaving, staring at your monster cock. “Come on, you fuckin’ hayseed,” I rasp, voice raw and slutty, “gonna choke me out or you scared I’ll make you cum too quick?”

"Fuck you, pretty pussy-city-cocksucker" I step back up and grab your head, and pull you out of the corner. Then i SLIDE my hand between those thick legs, hoisting you up, holding you before hearing.. "slam the bitch Tank".. and I nod, my big hand patting your asscheek and then slamming your big body down to the ring with a heavy THUD and rattle from the old ring. I reach down and grab your arms, and I start to pull you across the canvas to the ropes. Once there, some guys assist me, and we get you on your back with your head hanging down and over the apron. I poke 3 fingers in your mouth and then step up. With your head hanging off the ring, giving a perfect channel to shove my dick down your throat again.

This time while my hips rock back and forth, I look over at a couple of my redneck Bama buddies and nod with a sinister smirk on my face. Soon one is stepping up with his cock out.. and I "allow" him to step up and shove his cock down your throat. I put my hand on your throat so I can feel his cock sliding back and forth in your throat. Several guys take the opportunity to throat-fuck a city bitch like this. The old country music is playing and the beer flowing. All the time the Bama boys are using that city throat of yours. A couple dudes go ahead and cum down your gullet, but I wanna wait, cause I want to fuck the hell outta you

My massive body scooped into Tank’s arms and slammed to the Canvas. Before I can recover. I’m pulled under the bottom rope until my head dangles over the edge of the apron. I’m flat on my back, face painted in spit and humiliation, my head dangling over the side of the ring like the main course in a redneck buffet. Your fingers jam my mouth open. I gag, eyes rolling back, seeing only flannel and beer guts crowding the ring.

Then the fuck parade starts. Your monster cock is the first battering ram, you line up the head, slide it in. Gag reflex gone. The crowd’s hooting as you skull-fuck me forcing every inch of Alabama sausage down my throat. Suddenly you pull out. I barely get time to gasp before another one steps up, a stud wearing a camo hat, beer can in one hand, cock out in the other. He grins and grinds the head against my swollen lips, then jams it home, bending my nose up and flattening my cheeks with the force. His cock’s not quite as long, but it’s thick, and he makes sure I feel every inch, every vein, every pulse. The pre-cum and spit fills my mouth, foaming and bubbling out the sides, dripping down my neck, puddling on the canvas. He fucks my face with a cruel rhythm, pausing only to fishhook my cheek open for the crowd, showing off how his cock’s ruining me.

After beer-can cock is done, he cums down my throat without warning, and I gulp it down, swallowing every rope, every bitter spurt, like it’s mother’s milk. He yanks out, leaves a trail of seed face, and the next one steps up, a younger guy, He shoves his cock in with both hands, then face-fucks me so hard I think my jaw might snap. He lasts maybe ten seconds before he’s cumming, whimpering, filling my gut with another hot load, the crowd laughs and jeers. “Get in line” someone shouts.

I’m nothing but a fuck-hole, a throat on legs, But I never break. I take it all, every cock, every slap, every humiliation. They will remember me, the big muscle freak from the city who came in mouthing off and wound up the town’s favorite cum-dumpster. I lose track of the dicks, the faces, the hands in my hair, the spit and cum and tears. My world is nothing but the taste of cock, the slap of balls against my chin, the choking rhythm, the swallowing of Hick seed.

When the onslaught finally slows, I’m a fuckin’ wreck. Face red and swollen like I took a baseball bat to the jaw, lips split , drool mixed with cum hanging from my chin. Throat’s raw hamburger meat, used harder than a truck stop glory hole. Eyes bloodshot, muscle gut bloated. I grab the middle rope, trying to drag my cum-drunk ass away from these country-fried fuckers, just need a goddamn second to breathe without some hick’s dick down my throat.

The boys in the bar have had a good time with this city slut, wrecking the face, lips, mouth and throat good. Cum loads dumped into and down your throat and your body just hanging there under the ropes. I watch you slowly pull yourself back into the ring, and I roll my big body back into the ring. With a big heavy boot to the gut, I ask.. "where you going darlin?.. .I'm not done with you yet". 

I "assist" you up off the ring and toss you over to one of the ring corners. The guys gather around at that corner to get a nice view of whatever I have planned. They are calling out my name, and shouting "suggestions" to me. I put my palm under your chin and arch your neck backward. Then I step into position, giving me room and a good angle, and I CHOP down on that big thick chest of your with a chop that echoes thru The Bull Pen. I follow up with a 2nd, just as vicious chop against those big heavy meaty tits of yours. Then I grab your wrist and like a big bull myself, I whip you across the ring to the far corner, watching your back slam to the turnbuckles and the impact actually moving the entire ring a couple inches.

The guys start to chant my name, Tank, Tank, Tank, as I methodically march across the ring. My old work boots dig into the canvas, and as I approach you I reach out, grabbing your head and pulling you from the corner, and with another scoop, I hold your big body up across my chest before slamming your down onto my knee for a backbreaker. Spread out across my knee with that pink thong on display, I look out at the guys as I ask.. "wanna submit now, big ole bitch?"

I drag my ass back into the ring, hands and knees slapping the canvas. Face is a mess of spit, cum, and pure fucking shame. I’m barely off the canvas and you’re on me. You wrench them down, leaving me in nothing but my pink lace thong, ass in the air, a neon sign for every beer-drunk redneck in the building. 

You haul me up by the neck and slam me back into the corner. Every fucker in the bar’s got their phone out, filming my shit. I’m on display, chest heaving, sweat and cum dripping off me. Your beefy paw grips my chin, jerking my head back to show off my fucked-out face, eyes rolled back, lips swollen, tongue lolling. Then your first chop comes crashing down on my pecs, THWACK!, big tits jiggling. You land another brutal chop other side, I swear to fuck I can feel my implants shift.

You grab my wrist, muscles in your arm popping like some fucking farmyard beast. You whip me across the ring, my massive ass bouncing with each step, my back slams into the turnbuckles so hard the ring shifts. Pain explodes through my back, but I bite it back.

The guys are howling your name, Tank, Tank, Tank, like it’s a fucking battle cry. You storm over, fist clamped onto my head, and yank me from the corner like I’m just a fucking plaything. Damn, you’re built like a beast. I’m hauled up, slung across your chest, paraded around then slammed down onto your knee. My spine arches back, that pink thong riding up tight, my little nub barely hidden, pussy lips outlined clear as day for every cock-hungry redneck watching. You lean in, breath scorching my face, “Ready to give up, big bitch?”

I choke-laugh, spit drooling down my neck, the burn in my throat making it come out wet and ugly. “You wish, you fucking hillbilly. Takes more than a backbreaker and a circle-jerk to tap me out.” I thrust my arm up, fingers hooked into claws, nails aimed straight for your eyes. I’m squirming, bucking, doing everything to get your paws off me…

After giving you those chops and whipping you across the ring, the guys in the Bull Pen are cheering me on and chanting my name. Then after hoisting you up, holding you and dropping you for the OTK backbreaker, I pretty much have you on display for the boys. Still you do not seem to want to give up, either that or maybe the bitch is just enjoying this punishment. Suddenly your arm and hand come up and latch onto my face, digging those fingers and your nails into my eyes. "SON-of-a-BITCH" I yell out and shove you off my knee, feeling the vibration of the ring when you hit it. I stand up and immediately start to rub my eyes. "cheating bitch". I mumble as i walk to the ropes and then down them, finally ending up in the corner, back against the turnbuckles and still rubbing my eyes and face

You dump me off your knee like a sack of shit, I hit the mat with a thud. Every fucking muscle I’ve pumped up quakes, slick with sweat, cum, and god knows what other filth from this shithole. My dickless thong is wedged up my ass, putting my fuck hole on display for every redneck fucker to see. Your “cheating bitch” grumble is like a boot to my tiny raisins. I’m on all fours, panting, back screaming like I’ve been branded. And there you are, in the corner, rubbing your eyes like a little pussy, whimpering over a few scratches. I rise, all fucking muscle and menace, and stalk towards you. My thick thighs power me forward, each step a fucking promise of pain. I want your hot, dominant body, wanna feel it grinding me into the dirt, but first, payback’s a bitch. I cock my arm back, aiming for your chest, ready to deliver a killer clothesline that’ll leave you fucking reeling…

Bitch just doesn't understand countryboys, nor the fine art of playing "possum". You cock your arms back heading toward me as i rest in the corner and rub my eyes, but when you get close enough, I suddenly grab the ropes to either side and kick up both my heavy workboots right into your chest. The effect is like getting kicked by a donkey and my legs drop back down under me as i break out a little grin, possibly ending your "come-back" attempt.

Arms raised, ready to lay your redneck ass the fuck out, shoulda known better. That stupid little grin, shoulda been my goddamn warning. It’s too late, I get a double-barreled boot-heel right to my chest, those footlong boots slamming in like a fucking battering ram. A scream gets ripped out of me, sounds like some bitch getting their cherry popped. For a split second the world’s just a blur of boots, pain.

My tits bounce up to my chin, and the whole bar loses their shit, half the guys spill their beer, the other half are jerking off at the sight. This roided out bitch folds around your boots then launched backwards, arms windmilling, legs under me trying to keep up. I’m airborne for a second, then WHAM, my ass slams so hard I bounce, once, twice, three times. Your hillbillies buds laughing and shouting, one guy in the front yelling “That tranny’s got an ass like a fucking trampoline!”

I’m splayed out, totally star-fished. I look over and you’re standing there in the corner, grinning, like you just kicked the shit out of a back alley whore. I know i need distance, I flip onto my belly, ass up like a bitch in heat, I start to crawl. The pink thong strap nothing more than a neon sign pointing at my smooth, shiny pussy, giving every dickwad in this shit-hole a free show. I can feel their eyes on me, hungry, laughing, like they’re watching a whore work for her dollar. I’m a fucking spectacle, a goddamn freak show…Inch by Inch I’m closer to the ropes…

I watch as you inch yourself toward the ropes. My thick redneck dick is rock hard in my old jeans, so it calls for a little adjustment as I walk across the ring, stalking you. Just as you are about to grab the bottom rope with your fingers, I kick your Right leg out and then drop both knees and all my weight down on your thigh. I rock back and forth with my knees on your thick leg, and at the same time, a buddy rolls a beer bottle into the ring in my direction, and yells.. "use that Tank". I grab it and rip your pink thong over to the side and I slide the long-neck up that pussy with a nice thrust. "easy bitch, we don't wanna hurt that cunt" I laff and use that bottle neck as a dildo and work it in and out of that big wet pussy.

I make a dive for that bottom rope, fingertips just grazing it when your goddamn boot crashes down on my thigh like a fucking sledgehammer. I’m pinned, legs spread wide like a two-bit hooker. Your knee grinds into my hamstring, the other one slamming down on my opposite leg, I’m helpless, ass up in the air like a bitch ready for mounting. You’ve got me splayed out, ready to be stuffed.

I look up, eyes wild, see a blur of some shithead in the crowd hurling a beer bottle into the ring. “Use that!” he shouts. I see you palm it, next thing I know, your thick mitts are spreading my ass cheeks, thong yanked aside, my fuckhole is gaping open like a goddamn invitation. You tease the bottle neck up and down my slit, then ram it home. I fucking howl, high and pathetic. My body’s got a mind of its own, my hips are grinding against that fucking bottle, ass jiggling with every thrust. I’m drooling, eyes fluttering like some bitch in heat. You’re a fucking Stud with that bottle, twisting it, jamming it in deep, pulling it out slow before fucking slamming it back in. The bar’s filled with the sound of my wet cunt guzzling that fucking glass dick. Every redneck fuck in this joint is hollering shit like “Make that slut chug the whole fucking case!” and “Look at that whore go!”…

I use the longneck bottle on that hole for a while, giving every redneck buddy in the Bull Pen a good look, as your legs are spread wide open. Then I pull the bottle out, and yell at Curtis, the bartender.. "hey Curtis, open me a BUD and bring it here man". Just a short time till Curtis comes to the ring, handing me the full BUD beer and I take a good swig of it. Then I ease the longneck bottle down and quickly turn it up against your hole, then push the top inside you, slowly letting the beer flow from the bottle to fill up that hole. The bottle gurgles and chugs as air tries to displace liquid, till finally the bottle is empty. I pull it out and roll the bottle over to a buddy to dispose of.

Then I slide down and with my big arms I spread your legs as wide as I can get them and then I start to work on that hole with my mouth and tongue. The guys go wild, cheering and hollering, as I slurp on that beer-filled hole of yours. I raise up and look out at the guys, and yell.. "Now this hole tastes good, wet, and I'm sure its needing fucked soon. Hear the bitch whine and whimper?" I go back to eating and slurping and sucking on that cunt, while my own cock leaks and aches inside my old dirty jeans.

These rednecks are eating it up, feasting on my debasement. My cunt squeezes the bottle, craving more. You rip it out, leaving me gaping, raw. A cold sweat fills my wide-open hole as you shout for a Bud. The bartender scurries, handing you the dripping bottle. Foam spills as you take a swig, eyes locked on mine, grinning.

Oh fuck, that cold-ass bottle hits me, cunt spasming like a motherfucker. You push it in slow, like you’re fucking enjoying the show, my eyes damn near pop outta my skull. You jam the bottle neck in deep, then give it a jerk upwards, and oh fuck, here it comes, the beer’s bubbling, gurgling, chugging into my twat. At first, it’s just a little foam party down there, then shit gets real, my greedy cunt starts guzzling that beer like it’s momma’s milk. You yank the empty bottle out, I can feel the suds squirt out my ass onto the canvas like a fucking keg tap left open.

You shove my thighs apart, rough and greedy. My hole’s a mess, still pissing beer like a fucking keg tap. I can feel your lips and tongue going to town, slurping and sucking like a vacuum cleaner. You’re grunting like a pig in shit, digging that tongue in deep, lapping up every fucking drop. I’m moaning like a whore, can’t help it, you’re eating me out like a fucking beast. My cunt’s on fire, loving it, the crowd’s going apeshit. They can’t get enough of seeing this  slut getting fucked up. “Fuck yeah,” I hear one of them shout, “Eat that fucking whore out!” You growl back, all cocky, “Now this hole tastes good…” You wrap your lips around my entire pussy and just suck, hard, like you’re trying to drain the last drops of beer out of me. I’m moaning , bucking against your face, begging for more. “Fuck yeah, eat that pussy, you redneck fuck,” I taunt, as you degrade me, making me love every fucking second of it..

Damn right I am loving every fucking minute of this. I SLAP that big beefy asscheek, then again, and again.. while I keep eating on that beer-flavored pussy. "hike that ass up bitch".. I yell, and SLAP your ass harder.. making it red from the hits. Then I reach down, and pull out my big redneck cock, You don't even know it, cause I'm still eating you out good.

I prep my dick a bit and then scoot forward over your body and just when my dick feels the lips of that pussy.. I SHOVE inside you hard. The guys in the Bull Pen are going crazy, and my raw thick redneck cock is buried in deep. I slide my big paw up under your jaw and pull your head back and then start to PISTON-FUCK you hard on the ring. The place sounds like an old Kenworth truck cranking up in the cold morning.. grunting and blasting out steam. I use you so hard, my body slamming down you while you notice another heavy redneck climing in the ring with his big dick out

He walks up to you as I hold you head up by the jaw and he shoves his cock down your throat. Together, we are spit-roasting the pretty bitch right in the ring, and Hank Jr. playing loud over the speakers. The fuck is brutal, both ends getting to know some redneck pleasure!

You’re eating me alive, your face buried deep in my slutty hole,  stubble scraping my cunt lips. Every lick, every suck sends me reeling, eyes rolling back like a junkie getting his fix. You’re growling, feasting on my cunt like it’s your goddamn dying meal. Then come the slaps, hard, brutal, alternating cheeks, my glutes jiggling. Your handprints welt up red on my ass, I’m marked territory. “Hike that ass up bitch” you bark, before tongue fucking me deep. And fuck me if I don’t obey, moaning like a dirty slut, my greedy hole fluttering for more.

I hear the tell tale zipper. With zero warning, you bull forward and jam your dick inside me, burying your huge shaft. You lock a hand around my throat and wrench me back, arching my back until I’m forced to look at the crowd. You’re tearing me apart, that monster cock jackhammering into me. Each thrust pummels my prostate, jolts shooting through my body. I’m a fucking wreck, helpless, your massive shaft stretching my sloppy hole wide. You’re grunting like a beast, I can feel every fucking vein on your cock, every ridge, every inch of that redneck meat as it pummels my guts.

From somewhere behind the ropes, a second monster, climbs into the ring. He’s got a hard-on already bulging through his camo pants, and he’s eyeballing me like I’m a side of beef on sale. He doesn’t waste time, just whips his cock out and straddles my face, pinching my nose until I gasp for air, then rams his dick straight down my throat. No mercy, no fucking around, just brutal cock-on-throat action. I’m gagging hard, tears and snot mixing with the spit ropes drooling out my mouth. The crowd’s fucking loving it, hollering and jeering as this redneck bastard fucks my face like it’s a goddamn Fleshlight. Every thrust hits the back of my throat, makes me retch and choke, foam bubbling up from my lips. You both working me in stereo, one ripping my cunt open with every jackhammer thrust, the other plundering my mouth, slapping my face, calling me a sissy, a whore, a cum dumpster. It’s fucking relentless, no breaks, no mercy, just two big rednecks spit-roasting me for the entertainment of the entire bar…

We continue to spit-roast you there in there in the ring. The guys are all cheering and even the couple of guys that walk in mid-action have moved up to the ring and are swigging their beer and enjoying the "show". I look up at the guy that has his dick down your throat, and I rub my thumb across my throat slowly. Of course you can't see this, but you do realize something is up when we both stop the thrusting with our dicks deep inside your hole and down your throat. There is a quiet that comes over the Bull Pen.

After what seems like several minutes, but actually is only several seconds, we both pull out. I pull my dick out of your cunt, and the other guy slides his cock from your mouth. However, the "empty" feeling is only brief, as a couple of different guys take our place. The Bull Pen guys all are wanting a piece of the city bitch, and now you have 2 fresh, hard cocks using you. They pound on both ends as me and the original guy down your throat walk around the ring and soon invite 2 new guys to be the next to use you. This swap-about continues till nearly everyone has had a turn using the city bitch in one way or another.

Slowly everyone exits the ring and a couple guys help me as we pull you out of the ring and over to one of the few small tables in the bar. I shove you down over the table and completely rip your pink thong so that it just dangles from your body. Now the real abuse starts, as we all take our turns on your ass and on your throat. The only difference is that this time, we continue our "turn" until we cum.. cumming either in that used cunt or down your throat. Over and over, the guys take their turn dumping their loads, till everyone is drained and you are a sloppy mess. In a final show of disrespect, we shove you off the table and onto the dirty floor of the bar. We all clean up and stuff our dicks back in our old pants, sliding our shirts back on, grabbing bar towels to wipe the sweat.. and then we all return to the normal bar scene, sitting around the old bar, throwing beer back and laughing at the city bitch that learned a lesson in the BULL PEN.

You’re still spit-roasting me, I’m skewered, front and back, your cock jackhammering my ass, beer squirting out with each thrust. My throat spasms around the other guy’s dick, foam and spit bubbling from my mouth. It’s relentless, I’m nothing but a hole, ready to pass out.

You both yank your fuck sticks from my holes. Your dick pops out of my ass with a sloppy TWACK, I’m gushing beer and slobber from both ends, a human fountain, spraying the dirty-ass canvas. The bar goes silent for the first time, every motherfucker in here finally shutting their traps.

Damn! and here come two more cocks, swinging like dumb baseball bats. You and your bitch buddy are lining them up like it’s a buffet. I’m thinking, “This was a dumb shit idea.” Fuck you, assholes,” I start to spit out, but before I can finish, these two dickheads are all over me. One’s fucking my face like he’s drilling for oil, the other’s tearing my ass open like it’s a goddamn construction zone. They’re grunting and sweating, totally wrecking me. My jaw’s hanging open, slack as a fucking whore’s, just inviting cock after cock. Shit, my asshole just fluttering, waiting for the next dick like it’s a fucking neon sign blinking “Open for Business.” These fuckers swap out with another pair, and the fresh meat just picks up the pace, hammering my throat and ass like they’re trying to win a medal. I’m gagging, spitting, but they just keep plowing through, using me like a goddamn fleshlight. The last dick pulls out, and I’m left gaping like a blown-out tire, collapsing into a puddle of my own filth. Beer, spit, and god knows what else are sloshing around me, I’m used up like a cheap cum rag. I can barely move, but you and your goons aren’t done with me yet.

You haul me up, all your eyes leering at me like I’m a piece of meat fresh for the taking. I’m 245# of limp muscle as you slam me down onto a table, my ass hanging off the edge, my big fucking tits are heaving, I’m dripping sweat and spit onto the floor. You rip what’s left of my thong clean off, the pink dangling from my ass like a pathetic surrender flag. “Fuck no…,” I try to scream, but it’s barely a whimper as you both whip out your monster cocks again. You ram that fat sausage back into my gaping cunt, and your buddy starts jackhammering my throat like it’s a glory hole.

A line-up forms, like it’s a goddamn buffet and I’m the main course. You both roar like fucking animals, unloading at the same time, one straight down my throbbing throat, the other deep into my gaping ass. I’m manhandled like a dollar whore, my “pussy” wrecked beyond recognition, throat destroyed from the pounding. I can feel every hot, thick rope of your alpha seed painting my insides, filling me the fuck up. You pull out, but it’s not over, not by a long shot.

There are too many to count, guys dump their jizz, each leaving huge loads. By the time the fifth or sixth guy cums in my mouth, I can barely gag anymore, my throat stays open a perfect sleeve for cocks wanting to dump in me. My cunt’s a battlefield, lips swollen and purple, puffed up and glistening. insides stretched until numb, a raw and weeping mess.

They don’t stop until every one of them has filled me up, first my mouth, then my ass, then back again. By the time the last guy’s finished and the bar starts to quiet down, I’m lying half-off the table, legs splayed, cunt leaking a river of hot spunk, ass bubbling. My face is painted, my hair crunchy and white with drying jizz. I can’t even close my jaw…it just hangs open, tongue out, glazed with thick ropes of cum. I’m so full, so used.

I’m tossed to the floor like a used condom, dripping with jizz. I watch these fucking rednecks tuck their cocks back into their jeans. Like it’s just another day at the Bull Pen. They’re all laughing and drinking, not a care in the world. I peel myself off the floor, grab my shit, and start walking towards the door. Cum’s still leaking out of my wrecked pussy, dripping down my legs. I hold up my ripped thong like a fucking trophy, giving these assholes a good long look at my battered, gaping cunt, red and swollen and still fucking oozing their shitty spunk. “Yeah, you fucking liked that, didn’t you?” I spit out, glaring at their smug faces. “You wish you could fuck like that every day.” I head out the door, leaving them with a view of my cum-drenched ass and my fucked-out hole winking goodbye…