Jessica's Change Management Ch. 10

Up and down!

"Aaahhh!"

Up and down!

"Ooowww!"

The guys couldn't care less about my whining although it became louder with every pulling and jerking. They were so rough it really hurt. Yet, it made my skin prickle even more and pussy juices started running down the stick shift.

"Now, ride it, biatch! Ride it like ya stole it!" Checo suddenly said.

"Uuuiiihhh!" I yelped a second later.

The rough thug had flicked the switch of the hydraulics! The front of the lowrider reared up and I lost my balance.

"Ooowww!" I cried out when Checo and Lucho pinched my teats even harder than before.

My poor nipples! They felt like they were trapped in a vise! Sandwiched between the two 'LGZ' homies, my body was held upright with a hand on each nipple and another hand on each hip. They even managed to keep the shift knob deeply embedded in my pussy.

Fortunately, Checo had switched on a pump with low compression so the lowrider was only slightly hopping. Still, it was enough to make me bounce around on the stick shift like riding a mechanical bull.

Clinging to the back of the car seats with my long-nailed hands, I tried my best to keep my body lifted while the lowrider hopped beneath me. This way, the shift stick with the big, round 8-Ball knob pistoned in and out of my cunt like a drilling machine. However, the lowrider's motions made me hop along. With the two gangbangers pinching my nipples, the bouncing made my titflesh jiggle wildly around their hands which amused them to no end.

"Ahahaha! Ahahaha!" They couldn't stop laughing.

"Ooohhh! Uuuiiihhh! Ooohhh!" I couldn't stop squealing.

By now, however, my whining had turned into a mixture of squeaks from the hopping, whimpers from the nipple pinching, and groans from the pussy drilling.

Suddenly, though, my grunts got stuck in my throat. Looking through the windshield, I saw another car passing by. Unlike the previous cars, however, it stopped. The red taillights lid up, telling me that the driver had put the car into reverse. He was turning around!

The three Latinos didn't seem to care as they didn't make a move to stop the hydraulics. Their lowrider continued hopping and the rap music continued booming while they kept on twitching my nipples.

I saw the red taillights coming closer. The car was driving backwards into the alley. I had to get out of sight! I couldn't risk being seen! What if it was a fellow consultant meeting O'Bannon and Ortega in the restaurant to help them brainstorm? What if it was a client recognizing me?

The taillights were still approaching! The two 'LGZ' homies were still holding me in place. They didn't let me move! I tried to push my pussy down onto the shift stick to lower my body and hide! Of course, that was ridiculous! I couldn't pass from view.

Suddenly, the car stopped and the driver's door opened. A woman about my age with a black updo stuck her head out. While the lowrider continued hopping, Paco stepped in front of the car hood.

"Can you turn down the music? This is a reputable neighborhood!" She prompted Paco with an edgy-sounding voice. "Otherwise, I have to inform the restaurant owner."

Shit! This was spelling trouble. You don't talk smack to a bunch of tatted up gangbangers! They won't let that slide. They will start a fight. The cops will be called and I will be arrested as a prostitute for lewd conduct. Oh my god, no!

She hadn't said a word about the naked slut in the car, though! She hadn't said a word about the indecent behavior! Was it a good or a bad sign?

"Of course, Ma'am." The quiet Latino quickly replied and gave a sign to Lucho.

Wow! This was a surprise. I hadn't expected the rude gangsters to keep calm. Apparently, fucking the hoodrat was more important than making trouble. Yay!

While the lowrider continued hopping, Lucho turned down the rap music. From nervousness, however, my heart was beating so loudly that I feared the woman to take it for another rap beat. Fortunately, she seemed content, although she contemptuously shook her head.

The dark, ill-lit alley and the hopping of the lowrider must have kept her from seeing me thus far. She might hear me any second, though, as the stick shift kept on drilling my pussy. Biting onto my wrist, I tried my best to muffle my grunts.

"Ooommmph!" It didn't work so well.

Damnit! I had groaned out loud! The woman had heard it! She stopped short, furrowed her brow, and inspected the lowrider more closely.

Still standing in front of the car hood, Paco took a step to the side to block the woman's view to me. Apparently, she could only see Lucho and Checo standing at the sides of the hopping lowrider. She stared a few more moments at the three Latin gangbangers before she dropped the subject and didn't say another word. Closing the driver's door, she took off and drove to the parking lot on the other side of the main street.

We watched her getting out of the car and walking into the restaurant before Lucho cranked the music back up. All the while, the stick shift had speared my pussy and the 8-Ball had stretched my cunt muscles. The rapid, consistent pumping had its effect on me. Pussy juice was pouring out of my stretched pussy, making the shift stick look like it was covered in white foam.

"Ooohhh! Fuck! Aaahhh!" I finally screeched.

There it was! The point of no return. I had reached my climax and came in full force. For a moment, my mind went blank. Then my orgasm exploded like rolling thunder, making my whole body shake and shudder around the shift stick.

Surge after surge of pleasure ripped through me. The orgasm was so forceful that my body basically slumped down. I was only getting held up by the Latin thugs' pitiless grip on my nipples and hips.

When I reopened my eyes and looked at the tatted up gangbangers through my glazed over eyes, I noticed that they had switched off the hydraulics. I hadn't even realized it before.

"Yo! Guess, we can count dat!" Checo simply remarked.

He wasn't about to give me any time to gather myself, though. Instead, he grabbed my chestnut-golden hair and pulled me off the stick shift. Dragging me around the car, he simply threw me onto the trunk of the lowrider. I landed on my back with my arms and legs spread wide.

"Look at dat cunt. Nice 'n open!" The rex-con commented on my red, gaping pussy.

It must have given a wide, open yawn as I felt cold air rushing inside. Despite his crude remark, I kept my legs splayed wide open and giggled in response.

"Hihihi! Stretched and wet as expected of a hoodrat's cunt, right?" I alluded at his previous comment.

"Dead-on, biatch!" Checo snorted. "Now, lemme see dat shithole all tight 'n ripe. Ready to get it torn open just as much, gapin' hussy?"

"Come on over, Paco!" He addressed his quiet homie without even expecting a response from me. "Time to get cha piece o' ass."

Without uttering a word, the calm Latino followed Checo's invitation and stepped in between his two homies. He simply pulled his dick from his khaki pants and grabbed my legs to push me into position. He definitely was a man of few words.

With my cunt flowing over with juices, he only had to run his cock through my slit a few times to get his veiny shaft slick. Grabbing both my ankles with one huge hand, he pulled my legs back until my knees rested on each side of my head.

As my butthole wasn't prepared in any way, I tried to offer the bandana giant the easiest access possible. So I reached down to my buns and spread my ass cheeks with my French-nailed hands.

"Nice contrast!" Lucho remarked. "Red ass 'n fake white nails."

SMACK! SMACK!

Spurred on by the comment, Checo reacted and gave my left butt cheek a fierce slap followed by a hard blow to my right bun at the hands of Lucho. Both laughed their asses off when the impact shoved my body halfway over the car trunk and caused me to grunt while I held onto my butt as if my life depended on it.

"Now, dat contrast's even bettah!" Checo said after renewing the fiery glow on my ass.

When Paco positioned his greased cock between my thick buns, I spread my butt cheeks even wider to offer him a better angle. He simply grunted something that could be interpreted as a 'good job, bitch'.

Then he started pushing. His cock size fit his body size as it was almost as big as Taylor's black dong. This wouldn't be a walk in the park! Even if he wasn't a man of many words, he knew how to treat a cheap hoodrat just as much as the other two gang members. Showing his total disregard for my comfort, he simply leaned forward and used his full body weight to stab his fat dick through my anal ring.

"Oooaaarrrggghhh!" I screamed and whaled.

Once again, I had to hold on for dear life to keep my hands on my ass and my buns spread open. My body got pushed back from the sheer force of his thrust until the back of my head banged against the front window. My poor, little asshole didn't stand a chance, though, and my tight sphincter got ripped open.

Disregarding my struggles, the bandana giant started drilling my ass from the get go. My ass ring and anal chute clasped his thick shaft so tightly that I felt every vein like steel knobs.

With one big claw clutching my ankles, he held my body in place and my legs in the air. Every thrust shoved my body backwards over the car trunk before he pulled me back with one hand like I weighed a feather. The ease made me feel like a tiny ragdoll at the mercy of this silent giant.

"Yeah! Fuck da slut up da butt. Fuck da puta hard 'n fast, vato!" Checo praised his homie. "Bet cha can't fill dat barrio booty in under 5 mins."

Paco only grunted in response. Still, the challenge made him intensify his anal pounding. The strength of his thrusts was so high that I dug my fake, long, French nails into my own ass meat to keep my hands on my ass. Despite the intensity, the bandana giant barely made a noise while he methodically churned out my ass pipe. By contrast, my screams couldn't have been louder. Good thing the radio was still booming so loud that it drowned out my shouting.

The tempo, with which Paco was pummeling my bunghole, made itself felt and he couldn't hold out very long. After all, that was the intention, right? Four minutes into the challenge, he abruptly pulled his fat cock from my bumhole. As my butt was still struggling with the size, it slipped out with a loud plop.

"Yo, lookit, vatos!" Checo hollered. "Dat shithole's gapin' as wide as dem cunt."

"C'mon, biatch!" Lucho shouted. "Offer dem gapin' fuckholes as cum dumpsters."

Woah! Gaping fuckholes, cum dumpster! The language was so crude. Yet, it was such a turn-on! Following Lucho's order, I quickly slipped both index fingers into my cunthole and both middle and ring fingers into my shithole.

Paco supported my efforts by pushing my legs further back until my feet rested on each side of my head and my ass was high up in the air. He had basically put me into a piledriver position.

With my fingers deep in my holes, I started pulling them apart, stretching my gaping fuckholes wide open. Wow! I could really stretch my ass and cunt muscles wide. They must have stood open like the channel tunnel!

"Fuckin' shit! Paco sank a fuckin' shaft there for realz!" Checo whistled approvingly. "Should be easy to hit!"

Splaying my fingers out, the glittery white French tips of my thumbs and pinkies framed the dark, dilated holes. It must have looked so drool-worthy that it finally pushed the bandana giant over the edge.

Just in under five minutes, his cock erupted and thick, white spunk shot out. The first spurt was badly aimed, though. In a wide arch, the cumshot sprayed beyond my gaping fuckholes and landed right on my left tit.

Pushing his spurting cock closer to my ass, Paco's aim improved. However, he was twitching so much from his climax that the second splash splattered all over my fake-tanned buns.

"Bullseye!" Checo eventually roared when the third spurt shot right down my spread open bunghole.

First, the calm Latino had ripped my pussy and asshole open! Then he had used the gaping holes for target practice! So debasing! So debauched!

"Next man up!" Lucho exclaimed as soon as Paco's balls were empty.

Pulling on my ankles, he pushed me off the trunk of the lowrider. I barely had time to slip my fingers out of my gaping fuckholes before my feet landed on the ground. I would have completely tumbled on my face otherwise. As soon as I stood firmly in my gray heels, Lucho turned me around and bent me over the trunk.

"Spread!" He simply instructed me. "Lemme check if dat shitter's still tighter than dem cunt!"

Fuck! The testing of my pussy wasn't over yet. Riding the shift stick hadn't been enough. Each of the guys wanted a piece of my ass. One after the other was about to test the width of my twat.

Even though I didn't like the way this was going, I didn't want to waste time with protesting. I had left O'Bannon and Ortega alone for about 15 minutes by now. They were probably starting to wonder what I was doing. Letting them think that the phone call offered a chance to regain the project had been a good idea because it gave me a time buffer. A call could only last so long, however, couldn't it?

Still, I had to see this through now. I was D-Rod's hoodrat after all and committed to his rules. I had to come up with an explanation why the phone call hadn't yielded a positive result to calm my fellow executives. But that was a task for later.

Right now, I had to reach back with my fake-nailed hands and spread my ass cheeks to present my cunt to Lucho. And that was exactly what I was doing. When I was in position, I heard a clattering sound behind me. Looking back in confusion, I saw Checo and Lucho chinking beer bottles. They had been drinking a beer while watching the barrio bitch get fucked up the ass.

Woah! I stood bent over the trunk of a lowrider in a dirty alley presenting my pussy for a stretch test while my fellow executives were having a business dinner next door and these rude, tatted up gangsters let me wait, favoring a drink over the hoodrat.

After taking the final sip, Lucho leaned forward and held the empty beer bottle right next to my face.

"Guess where it's goin', biatch!" He said.

With my eyes growing wide, I badly wanted to protest. The bottom of the bottle was about 2½ inches. It was even bigger than the 8-Ball shift stick knob! Nonetheless, I suppressed any objection. This had to be quick and dirty if I didn't want O'Bannon or Ortega to start searching for me. Could you even begin to imagine what would happen if they found me out in the alley surrounded by three gangbangers?

"Uuuhhh!" I gasped when I felt the cold glass on my juicy pussy.

Spreading my butt cheeks wide, I tried to offer the least resistance. Lucho exploited my obedience by running the glass over my pink pussy meat. Time and again, he teased me, running the bottom all along my slit without pushing it in. Again, he touched my sensitive pussy flesh with the bottle.

He pushed. I jerked.

Jumping away to the right, I stumbled from the sudden movement! Releasing my ass cheeks, I had to clutch the edge of the car trunk to keep myself from falling.

"Hehehe! Stupid biatch!" The buff musclehead laughed at me.

Damnit! He had only feinted it! He was playing with me!

"Ya jump again 'n I'm a gonna fuck dat ass wit da bottle up cha cunt. Gettit, hussy?" He chided me.

No! I mean, yes! I mean, I did understand. But no! I couldn't take it.

All cowed, I got back into position with my titties pressed onto the trunk and my hands spreading my buns. To prevent another escape, Lucho grabbed my chestnut-golden tresses with his left hand and positioned the bottom of the beer bottle at my slit.

Instead of pressing the bottle inside, though, he started pulling on my hair. Flexing my back, my juicy juggs got lifted off the trunk. Nonetheless, the buff musclehead continued pulling. With my back flexed, there was no way for me to go but backwards.

Slowly, I got pushed back and my body betrayed me. My pussy was so warmed up from riding the ball knob and so slick with juices that it didn't resist at all. Gradually, it stretched open and engulfed the bottle.

The size of the bottle was so different to the round knob. It stuffed my cunt so much more and made my pussy throb around the thick intruder. Lucho didn't waste any time to pump my twat with the full girth of the bottle. However, my pussy was so wet that white, foamy cunt slime formed at my tautly stretched cunt lips and squishy noises erupted from my hole.

"Dat cunt's worn out for realz, vatos." He mocked me.

"Gonna be a challenge for ya, ese." The buff musclehead told Checo, giving him a slap onto the shoulder.

"Lemme plug dat ass before da biatch's gonna squirt all over da place." Lucho finished the test run and pulled the bottle from my leaking snatch.

As soon as my pussy was empty, he plunged his hard meat tool up my bunghole. His cock didn't meet much resistance as my shithole was still loosened up from Paco's pounding.

"Same fuckhole, same challenge, ese!" Checo suggested. "Bet cha can't fill dat barrio booty in under 2 mins."

"Hehehe! Wait 'n see!" Lucho simply replied.

The challenge had the intended effect because the brawny Latino started plowing my poor asshole like there was no tomorrow. He was fucking me so hard that my body crashed into the bumper with every thrust.

Once again, I had to dig my long, fake French fingernails into my ass meat to keep a grip on my buns. His cock was smaller than Paco's. Still, the immense speed of the pounding made him intensely ream out my ass.

All the time, he kept his hold on my chestnut-golden tresses so my back was flexed and my titties lifted off the hood. My big, ole funbags were swinging back and forth so wildly they almost slapped against my chin.

The buff musclehead didn't last long, either. When he was ready to shoot his load, he abruptly pulled his cock from my ass. Letting my hair go, I keeled forward, landing with my tits back on the car trunk. As he hadn't given me an instruction, I remained in my bent over position spreading my buns apart.

Squeezing his shaft with his hand, however, Lucho quickly picked up the beer bottle. Placing it at my pussy entrance, he pressed the bottom inside. As soon as he had impaled my cunthole on the bottle, his dick started spurting. Aiming at the bottleneck, he sprayed his entire cumload into the bottle, spurt after spurt.

OMG! He wasn't even cumming on his hoodrat. Instead, he rather came into an empty bottle. A pinch of embarrassment hit me, hurting my pride. After all, I was here to be their cum dumpster, and therefore wanted their spunk in me.

"Ahahaha!" The Latin gangbangers, by contrast, found his actions hilarious. "Yo, ese! Ya tapped dat piece of meat for realz!"

With Lucho finished, Checo stepped up to me. He instantly grabbed the beer bottle that was still embedded in my pussy and roughly thrust it up my leaking cunt a couple of times.

"Hehehe! Dat ho loves gettin' her cunt stretched. She won't let go off dat bottle." He snorted. "Ya want mo' of it? Ya can have dat!"

"Ooohhh!" I groaned in surprise when he abruptly pulled the bottle from my pussy causing a loud plop.

Oh! My! God! I really felt empty! I really wanted my pussy stuffed again! With my twat gaping wide open, Checo roughly pulled me around and pushed my ass back against the trunk of the lowrider.

"C'mon, puta del barrio! Get cha cum drink." The hardened cholo told me.

With my ass leaning against the car trunk, he pulled on my chestnut-golden tresses making me look up. Holding the beer bottle over my face, he made me open my mouth and stick out my tongue to welcome the sticky goo. Slowly, the stringy spunk dribbled out of the bottle.

The ex-con guided the bottle left and right, trying to catch me off-guard, but I quickly followed his movements with my tongue straining myself to catch every drop of cum. It was most important for me to prevent the spunk from dripping down and staining my gray skirt or black top that were bunched up around my waist. Fortunately, I managed to catch it all and kept my clothes clean.