Destiny woke up with a burning desire for rough sex. She lay in bed, masturbating and fantasizing about a big, rough man who would pull her hair, pin her down, and have his way with her.

In her fantasy, he was tall and strong. He kissed her hard and felt her up, yanked her clothes off, and pushed her down on the bed.

She didn’t try to stop him, she wanted it like that, him lying on top of her grunting, pinning her down and fucking her hard. He grunted and filled her with cum as she cried out in orgasm.

Her fantasy pushed her over the edge, but she was not sated. Her desire grew throughout the day. Masturbation only made her desire insane. She needed a roughneck to knock her around and fuck her.  

She decided to go out alone to play in the pool tournament at Mi Amigos, a Mexican sports bar on the outskirts of town. It was a rough place known for trouble, especially when gringos came in and tried to pick up the Mexican cuties who worked there.

Destiny was sure she could find a rough guy that was interested in some white pussy. She hoped to be pinned to the wall in the filthy men’s room and slapped around, held by the throat and fucked like a two dollar whore.

She could hold her own on the pool table, so if she didn't get lucky, maybe she could win some cash.

The record heat hung in the night air, and the AC in the bar was not much help. She wore a denim skirt, vest, tank top, and short white cowgirl boots. Her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail and showed off the black choker around her throat.

The gravel parking lot was filled with pick-up trucks. Destiny parked her Jeep in the empty lot across the road, grabbed her bag, and walked across the road to the bar.

She could feel the eyes upon her as she ordered a bucket of Dos Equis. She chatted with the barmaid and tipped heavily, instantly making a friend. She found a high-top table where she sat and watched the action.

People trickled in while she shot some warm-up games, waiting for the tourney to begin. The tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome Texican men who came in were Destiny’s type.

Judging from the looks she was getting and the wolf whistles, the feeling was mutual. She was friendly, flirted with everyone, and shot a good game. Four hours later, the tournament was over.

Destiny won the pool tournament, winning the thousand-dollar prize. Her opponents were a bunch of macho construction workers and a few of them were pissed that a woman had beaten them.

The older guys shook her hand in a gesture of good sportsmanship.

“Buen juego, senora,” they said, ”Good game, ma’am.” As they left for the evening.

“Hasta la próxima, amigo,” she said, “See you later, my friend.”

A group of black Latino men looked at her and animatedly spoke Spanish together. She didn’t hear what they were saying, but she knew what they meant.

It was time to get out of there while the getting was good. She broke her stick down, put it in her cue bag, and headed towards the door. On her way out, she put her winnings in the tip jar.

She smiled and said, “Gracias, esto es para ti, ” to the barmaid before heading out the door.

The guys came out right behind her. She had a head start on them and sprinted for the Jeep, hitting the remote, and started it up. She threw the stick bag in and jumped behind the wheel. The Jeep’s headlights cast a pool of light on the gravel lot in front of it.

 Her petite runner’s body had them beat in a sprint, but by the time she got behind the wheel, they were on her.

The biggest one was named Juan. He grabbed her ponytail and dragged her out of the Jeep, kicking and screaming, to the center of the pool of light.

 The adrenaline was pumping through her. She was afraid she had gone too far this time and was angry that they caught her before she could get away.

She was so mad she could fight, but she was just too small to do anything against eight big, pissed-off Latinos.

Destiny was seething, trying to punch and kick him, cussing him out the entire time.

The others gathered around her in a circle, laughing at the little wildcat that cleaned them out on the pool table. Juan jerked her around like a rag doll and twisted her arm behind her back until it hurt. They pushed her back and forth between them, laughing and cussing at her.

“Estafador!”

“Puta!”

“Cunt!”

“Timador!”

“Whore!”

 Juan fisted the hair on top of her head and made her kneel on the gravel, which dug painfully into her knees.

Juan said, “Listen, bitch! You owe us for cheating, and we’re going to collect!”

Destiny was pissed off, she beat them fair and square. She was also scared shitless, thinking they were going to beat her, rob her and leave her for dead.

She figured she had nothing to lose by making them an offer, saying, "I'll give you something better than money, Papi. Do you want to fuck me? Do you like white pussy, Papi or are you gay?” She reached down and squeezed the bulge in Juan's pants.

They all laughed, Juan said, “I have your Papi right here, blonde slut."

Juan held her by the hair with one hand and pulled his long, thick cock out of his pants.

“Suck it, whore.” he said and stuck his big cock into her mouth. He fucked it for a few minutes, then shoved it in deeper.

She sucked the best she could, his long dick choking her and his balls slapping her chin. She was drooling and choking as he flooded her throat, almost drowning her with jizz.

She choked and gulped and swallowed, barely able to breathe when she felt another hand grab her hair.

The next guy took his turn, fucking her mouth with a much smaller dick. He lasted a few minutes, shot his wad, and handed her off to the next guy.

The third cock was as big as the first one and battered her mouth and throat as he forced her to gulp it down.

It was clear that she was going to eat six more loads of cum.

After the third cock, she realized they weren’t going to kill her. As the fear subsided, her insane desire returned.

They continued their assault, stuffing her mouth with cock over and over again. When dick number five shot off in her mouth, a shiver ran down her spine and her first orgasm rocked her.

She squirted a gusher of girl juice, soaking her panties and inner thighs as her drooling hole dripped her girl juice onto the gravel.

Destiny whimpered and moaned as the rest of them used her mouth as a cum dumpster. Her second orgasm hit her when the last man emptied his balls down her throat.

They finished with her and dropped her on the ground. She was lying on her back in a puddle of cum and girl juice, knees akimbo, one arm lying across her face and the other above her head.

Her throat was sore and she was panting like a bitch in heat trying to catch her breath. The guys were checking out the Jeep. She hoped they didn’t steal it.

They changed the Jeep’s radio to a Mexican gangsta rap station and cranked it. She started to stand up in the beam of the headlights when someone pulled her up by the hair.

She barely heard Juan say, “Yo, puta, you suck dick good, but you ain't done yet."

She just looked at him and said, “Fuck you, estupido!” and spit in his face.

“Bitch!”, he yelled, slapping her twice across the mouth.

He looked her up and down, still holding her hair, spat in her face, and laughed.

“You wanna fuck with me, puta?”

He grabbed her tiny tank top at the neck and ripped it open with both hands.

He exposed her big tits and molested them, sucking and biting them and passed her around again, this time being dragged by the hair, stumbling from man to man. Each one of them ravaged her tits with his hands and mouth, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over her chest.

The men chatted in Spanish and vibed to their music as they watched her get passed around like a joint. When the last one was done with her, she was standing near the front of the Jeep, looking at Juan.

Her long blonde hair was a mess, and her cut lip was swollen. She was muddy and dirty, covered in girl juice and cum, her knees scuffed and bloody from kneeling in the dirt choking on all those cocks. Girl juice ran down her legs like a waterfall.

Juan walked up, spun her around, and bent her over the brush guard on the front of the Jeep.

She thought, “Oh, God, they’re going to fuck me.”

"Fóllame, papi," she said, "Fuck me, Daddy!"

Her hands were on the steel tube of the brush guard, she was bent over, her boobs hanging down and her short skirt revealing her firm butt cheeks.

Juan stepped up and lifted her skirt. He ripped her panties off and guided his meat to her drooling snatch. Ramming his curvy black dick straight up her tight cunt, his heavy balls slapped her ass in rhythm with his thrusts.

His big hands were under her chin, forcing her head up. He hammered her pussy for a few minutes, then pulled out and shoved it into her tight ass.

“Oh my God!” Destiny said as he took her ass. Her legs were shaking as he buried his cock in her and shot his hot load deep inside.

“Yesss!” she hissed, “Fóllame más fuerteher!” she yelled at him, “Fuck me harder!”

Her back arching, she pushed back against the hard cock ravaging her, begging him to fuck her harder.

“Puta rubia,” he growled, grunting as he power fucked the petite blonde slut.

They pulled a train on her then, stretching her wide open and filling her with black Latino cock.  

She was getting what she wanted and more. She never imagined it could be this good. The insatiable slut started cumming hard and didn’t stop until the last load had been deposited deep in her ass.

Somebody turned off the radio and killed the lights.

The next thing she knew, she was alone, still gripping the brush guard, sweating, sobbing, covered with dirt. Hot, sticky cum and girl juice drained from her well used holes.

Destiny stood there for a few minutes listening to Spanish voices talking and laughing, fading into the distance. She heard the doors of their pick-up trucks slam shut and the sound of them driving away.

She stood there breathing hard, her shaky legs barely able to hold her up. Her crotch was bruised and raw, and her insides felt like somebody had gut-punched her.

She made her way to the driver’s seat on unsteady legs, stepping carefully and keeping one hand on the Jeep for support. She turned on the AC, locked the doors, and sat there for a while, playing it back in her mind.

“That was the best fuck of my life," she said to the darkness, putting the Jeep in gear and driving home.

Her insane desire was sated…for now.

END