God, I'm perverted, I thought to myself. I was old enough to be the grandmother of the three teenage Latino gangsters groping my big ass while we walked up Mission St. The tight Lycra mesh dress I wore hid nothing. In fact, it probably highlighted my sissy body. I stepped down harder to make my boobs bounce. My ass swayed and so did my flaccid cock.

The night was young and the street was well lit. Passing men stared and commented in Spanish. I didn't understand but knowing the importance of machismo to these men, I doubt I was being complimented. One word I did understand, “maricón” (means sissy) was used often. And references to “carajo” (cock) and “huevos” (balls) let me know my dress concealed nothing.

I reveled in my walk of shame and slowed my mincing steps to prolong my public humiliation. Had the boys told me to crawl on the sidewalk, I would have gladly complied. Twenty or thirty minutes ago, I had been high on Quaaludes and feeling very sexy, on a date with Nick, a friend of my owner, Ralph. Nick enjoyed exhibiting me to strangers almost as much as I craved the attention. I had chosen the dress, not knowing where Nick was taking me.

We rode a bus from the Tenderloin to the Mission District. The bus had been crowded. I stood in the aisle, not looking at the owners of the hands fondling my body the whole way. We walked a half block to a little store that sold Spanish language porn magazines, comics, and books. Nick collected Tijuana comics and this must have been his source.

Nick chatted with the clerk in Spanish so I joined the men looking at magazines. I pretended not to notice their attention while I admired the photos of well-hung Latino men in one of the gay magazines. To my delight, the men were paying more attention to me than the magazines now so I bent over to pick up another magazine, and shimmied my big butt invitingly.

That was when the three boys walked in. They saw me immediately and must have liked what they saw. They shouldered my circle of admirers aside and started handling my body. I never object to rough handling and these boys were not gentle.

When one of them, I guess checking to see if my tits were real (they are), grabbed and twisted one hard, I moaned out loud. That caught Nick's attention. He took in the scene. I was smiling and by then, had one hand in one boy's pants, stroking a very impressive hard-on. Nick could see that getting me away from three very tough-looking horny young men might difficult if not impossible. I was having a good time so Nick, an opportunist, offered to sell them his whore.

The negotiations were mostly in Spanish but I understood that I now was gang property when two $20 bills changed hands. Nick let me know the deal was just for twenty-four hours and he would meet me there tomorrow. The boys were taking me to their clubhouse. I promised myself that these boys would get their money's worth, knowing (and looking forward to) a long night and day of sucking and fucking young men. I wondered how many hard cocks would shoot their loads of delicious creamy cum into my mouth and ass? A lot, I hoped.

Their hands were rough, slapping and playing with my ass cheeks as we walked. To spare my dress, and add to my public humiliation, I asked if I could remove it. For the last block, I was completely nude.

The clubhouse was a big old warehouse with a crude bar on one side. Some couches, tables, and chairs which probably came from the Goodwill. There were two lowrider vintage Chevy's undergoing some mechanical work. There was more but I didn't have time to look around. I was face down, ass up on the wood floor and welcoming a rock hard Latino cock that felt as big around as a beer can, pushing past my sphincter into my eager ass.

OH GOD! This was what I lived for. I'm a cock addict, a sissy cum dump for any man to use. Most of Ralph's friends and the men he sells me to are older, overweight, and out of shape guys. Many have ED and I have to work hard for their cum. I massage their prostates with my fingers and tongue and love doing it. I'll willingly submit to punishment and physical abuse if necessary for a man's satisfaction.

As rough as they were, these Latinos were like a breath of fresh air with their strong young bodies and rock hard cocks. One of them put a rag with some kind of inhalant over my nose. I inhaled deeply and willingly. The 'Ludes' I had taken earlier were wearing off. I liked the drugged feeling of helplessness. I was putty in their hands.

Without noticing, I'd been moved to a mattress in a curtained space. I was on my back with my legs being held by a man who was grinding his rectum into my lips. I was kissing his fragrant ass passionately, swirling my tongue as deep into his hole as I could. I was stroking his cock and gently fondling his balls with my hands.

Another set of hands were gripping and spreading my ass cheeks for a king-sized cock, plunging in and out rapidly. With each thrust of the unseen cock, I tightened my sphincter and pushed back. The rhythm of the fucking sped up and then stopped, the cock balls deep in me. I felt the big cock jerking and pumping warm seed deep in my bowels.

The fucker pulled his softening member out. It was immediately replaced by another harder one and the fucking resumed. With my face buried in a man's ass, all I could see was his hairy butt and some tantalizing glimpses of his big balls and cock. The men fucking me were anonymous. I had no idea what they looked like. Were they using my ass for the first time, or coming back for seconds? Considering their age, maybe they were shooting a third load into me? I could only hope I turned them on enough to keep them cumming for more.

Another rag full of Quick Start, or whatever they were giving me was presented. I huffed deeply. If a semi-conscious sissy was what they wanted... I drifted off into my drugged euphoria wondering how many Latino cocks would dump their loads into me? I would never know.

At one point I became aware there were two big cocks in my ass. My big tits felt sore. My legs were shaking and I was moaning and whimpering but my hands were on a hard male butt, pulling him into me. I passed out again.

I finally awoke from my drugged state. I had no idea how much time had passed. I did have a splitting headache. The pounding my stretched and gaping boi pussy had received was replaced by the pounding in my head.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked around. I was on a wet mattress between two naked sleeping men. They were muscular and heavily tattooed. Both were sound asleep and snoring noisily. Their breath stank and so did mine. My throat felt bruised and sore when I swallowed.

My nipples and breasts were sore and covered with spots of dried cum and, I realized my face had a layer of cum as well. I idly peeled some off and ate it.

Looking at the men, I felt a twinge of desire. I slid down on the mattress to where a pool of male semen had leaked out of my ass. I lapped up most of it with my tongue. I gave both men a lingering kiss on their balls and cocks and slowly stood up.

I was in a makeshift room, with curtains for two of the walls. There was a door in one of the wooden walls. I opened it and found an alley between some buildings. There were a few dumpsters and garbage cans there. I spotted a coiled water hose attached to a spigot and decided a cold water rinse might be just the medicine I needed to cure the hangover and wake me up. The water felt ice cold when I sprayed myself and rinsed the sweat and cum from my body.

I started feeling much better and on impulse, I pushed the hose into my ass, for a cold-water enema. My gaping hole was shrinking and contracting from the cold water. I fucked myself with the old hose for a while. It felt good. I noticed the daylight was ending and so my service to the gang must be ending as well. I went back into the building and through the curtain. A couple of men were passed out on couches but no one was stirring. I hunted for, and found my dress and pulled it on.

I left the building by the street door and found I was looking forward to another walk of shame back to the shop to meet Nick. Without the company of the tough young men, the crude gestures and insults from passing men were more overt. I moved slowly, hips swaying from side to side. Mexican men like big assed and big breasted women as much as Black men do. I stepped down hard on my high heels to make my butt shake and tits bounce. My need to serve male cock was returning.

A man in the doorway of a corner grocery beckoned to me. I realized I'd eaten nothing but cum for the last twenty-four hours and I was suddenly hungry. I pranced over to the man and practically pushed him into the store. He was all hands, touching me everywhere so I returned the favor.

He locked the door and walked me to the back of the store. I dropped to my knees and lowered his pants and underpants. His cock was long and thin and his full ball sack hung low. I ran my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, kissing and nipping the purple head with my lips. I sucked each ball and licked his bulging perineum.

By then his long cock was sticking straight out. He moaned when I tightened my lips around the head and sucked the whole length into my throat. I toyed with his anus with my fingers and he moaned again. He grabbed my head and fucked my face furiously. His cock drove deep into my throat as he slammed my face into his body.

I adored the violent use but hoped my nose wouldn't break before he had finished. He came with a shout, pumping his sweet seed into me. I caressed his deflating balls and milked his cock for every drop of semen. He slapped my face hard with his flaccid cock and slapped my tits and ass when I stood up.

I grabbed a small bunch of bananas on my way out, to eat while I walked. I wish I could live on a cum diet. It's got plenty of protein but not enough vitamins.

Nick was waiting for me in the magazine/book shop. He asked about my night. I told him the truth, that I had definitely been gang banged. I asked Nick what he had planned for our date, and suggested we start where we had left off last night.

He reminded me it looked like I was about to make some new friends at the magazine rack last night and suggested, since there were several men there right now, he and his friend, the clerk would enjoy a show. I slowly trailed my fingers up Nick and his friend's cocks and licking my lips, I turned and strutted back to meet some new guys.