Willy Mendoza absently dropped the ice cube into his glass and grimaced at his now wet hands. The bar he frequented was a hole in the wall. The owner and bartender admitted so much, his sheepish expressions about the place long gone. The Italian man had inherited the bar from his father, and his father.
A series of fat bartenders named Leo became a staple at the establishment. Unfortunately the combination of the Leo's and the bar's shabby appearance had left it far from being the nightly hot spot. Tonight there were a couple of the other regulars, none too boisterous or outgoing. Much like Willy they hunched over their glasses and silently downed their drinks. Willy sighed and signaled for another drink.
A man in his late-40s, Willy had suffered through a life of divorce and separation. His once smooth face was beginning to show its age, and his black hair was on its way to grey. Not much mattered to him besides his drink and his work, and the former was gone.
He rose to leave and waved casually at the other patrons. They gave him no response as he had expected. He thought the bartender said something to him. It probably didn't matter.
"Hey Willy, you hear that noise outside? Check it out for me?" Leo the round bartender asked.
"Leo, you wouldn't be trying to keep me from my sleep? I got work tomorrow at 3 in the morning," Willy said, to the bartender's shrug.
He opened the door and noticed three people arguing to his right. Two shabbily dressed guys were cornering a girl, who was waving frantically at him. She was pressed tightly against the wall, her curves conforming to the dirty brick wall behind her. The larger of the two men, a heavily muscled man dressed hastily in a wife beater, was holding her thighs up, forcing her to wrap her legs around him for support. Her legs gripped him even more tightly as he began to berate her.
"You stupid bitch, he told you not to leave. And we're going to be keeping our eyes on you, baby. In fact, I might just take you back to my place, the boss might not mind right now!" He yelled, spraying saliva all over her beautiful face.
She recoiled, and turned her face to the side desperately as the big man tried to kiss her. His tongue instead began its long journey on the bottom of her neck and eased its way up, closer and closer to her mouth. A line of spit marked her neck.
"Oh no please, please! Get off me!" She yelled, pressing her hands against his chest. Her smooth, sexy arms were no match for him, even as her glistening nails tug into his shirt. He paid no attention and slipped his tongue inside her mouth as she spoke.
"Ughh, ughh," she moaned as he had his way with her.
His tongue slid in and out of her mouth, and she was powerless to resist. Her perfect lips were stretched wide as he swabbed deeply inside of her mouth. A small trail of drool began to ooze from the corner of her mouth as the intensity of her defilement increased. The indignity of it all got worse as he began to move his hands further up her legs, pushing her skirt further up.
His huge rough hands began to roughly grapple her ass, her sweet cheeks so perfect and round being molested in a way never before. She was being pressed into the wall by the huge man; he was so close to her as he assaulted her mouth and body. It was hard to see her- only her toned legs spread tightly around his waist and her long hair was really visible. It was all so wrong. In fact, Willy could only stare in stunned arousal at the perfection of the girl's body, even if it was being molested.
The small man with the rat tail had his back to him; there was no way the two men had any knowledge that Willy was standing right there. Still, he could not propel himself to do anything. The only thing that was happening was the frantic moving of the girl's body as the man groped her and the growing lust in Willy's pants. His cock began to grow quickly and painfully as he saw the man slide his hands between her legs, presumably to get to her fresh pussy.
"Ah ah ughh," she moaned into his mouth.
He reaffirmed his dominance of her mouth, basically eating her and totally controlling her to the point she could no longer resist. At that very moment he pushed two thick fingers into her dry pussy, making her wail and shift her ass in an effort to rid herself of the penetration. Unfortunately it only milked his fingers and drew him deeper inside her. His hand became a blur of movement as he pistoned his fingers in and out of her expanding pussy; she still fought him and waved her sultry hair wildly trying to get him off.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she repeated with each thrust of his hand between her legs.
Willy could see the man reconfigure his hand slightly in the midst of the intense hand fucking he was giving her. He had put yet another finger inside the young filly's tight cunt, making her squirm and writhe as her body was being filled up. She slumped forward and her head swung to the side as fatigue began to take its toll. Still, the huge man was licking every part of her beautiful face as her pussy was getting yet another rough pounding at the hands of an uncompromising man.
"How do you like that? I do, baby!" He said with mock affection, taking his tongue out of her mouth. Her stunning face was covered in a thin sheen of saliva and sweat. Even her usually pristine hair was beginning to curl from the activity of it all; she was starting to get the sexy look she only got after she had been fucked.
She looked at her molester in complete disgust and spit on his face. The momentary lapse and shock of the situation, along with not having a tongue in her mouth for the first time in minutes proved invaluable- it afforded her a chance to hasten her release.
"Help! Look behind you! Help me!" The sultry Latina screamed at Willy, who was standing several feet back, unmoved from his position upon walking out of the door. He was blown away by her stare and the ferocity of her cry.
The two thugs turned their heads, putting Willy straight in their sights. He withered under their gaze and put his hands deep within his pockets. Willy certainly did not look the part of a hero.
Regardless, the two men knew they were in a semi-public area and what they were doing was not permitted in any sense. The man in the wife beater reluctantly withdrew his fingers from her pussy, which elicited a painful moan from her. She slid down the wall- her skirt once again was protecting her dignity.
Her raven black hair was tousled, obviously she was a stunner, but Willy was concentrating on the men. The smaller man took a couple steps in his direction, and menacingly pulled up his shirt. A handgun was sitting in the waist of his pants; it was the dirty sort that certainly did not look to be legal. Its paint was irregular with a curious red tint to it.
"Okay pal, you didn't see any of this. She's his girlfriend-aw fuck it. Who are we kidding? Just give me your fucking driver's license," he said, extending his hand.
Willy hesitated- he had never been in such a dangerous situation. Even his raving ex-wife had never pulled a gun on him. At times, though, he wished she had. A blunt cough from the rat tailed criminal reminded him of his task, and he withdrew his driver's license from his wallet and gave it to him.
"Rod, let's get out of here. You, Mr. Mendoza," the larger man said, taking the license from his friend, "don't try to do anything about this. We'll do worse shit back, and you don't have to get hurt in any way."
With that the two men studied the street, now devoid of cars, and silently strode off into the night. Their footsteps disappeared quickly, leaving Willy alone with the girl who had been used by yet another man.
Willy looked at the girl, now slouched against the wall sobbing. Her tangled, wild hair covered much of her face. Almost all of her skin however was visible to him. By bringing her legs close to her chest, her mini jean skirt was pulled down, exposing her delicious inner thighs. Snug in the middle was a pink lace thong with slight indentions indicating it was tight on her pussy. She shifted slightly, and Willy noticed her upper body. Her chest was perky and smooth, so much that she filled out the red tank top she was wearing perfectly. The fabric appeared to be some sort of expensive silk, and it complemented her slim figure perfectly, adapting to her every curve. The girl's bra strap was hanging low on one shoulder, which made Willy stare at her flawless skin which, even outside a grungy bar, shone brightly and sexily.
