Moon in Cancer 14

A man brings his penis close to my mouth and I perceive that it gives off a strong fishy smell. I have no choice, I'm here to serve him.

The rather timid man doesn't move and allows me to suck his penis with the little mobility the stocks give me.

In the background, I continue to hear my dad's moans echoing in the room, and I also hear the loud pounding of Ricardo's pelvis against his buttocks.

On the other side of the room, I hear youthful voices. My eyes have started to get used to the darkness, and I perceive three or four shadows that say something and laugh.

The man with the fishy smell pulls out of my mouth and smears his wet and somewhat viscous penis on my cheek.

The guys keep talking, and finally, one of them approaches - "Hey, slut, we want to rent you to serve us outside," says one with a thick voice, caressing my buttocks.

"He has to make the deal with my Owners, Sir," I respond while the guy fondles my ass and the others approach me.

"Where are your owners?" he asks me.

In perfect timing, my dad lets out a tremendous scream - "Daddy! Ahhhh, Daddy, you're destroying me!"

"They're the ones moaning in the corner," I respond, amused. The guy with the thick voice walks towards the corner where my dad's moans are heard, the rest of the group follows him, except for one who pulls down his pants and puts his penis in my face.

The guy "plays" with me; when I open my mouth to take it in, he pulls back, laughing, then slaps me and passes his penis over my nose again. It smells like soap and perfume. I open my mouth to swallow it, and the guy pulls it back again. He slaps me again and laughs.

He passes his penis over my cheeks for the third time; this time, I don't try to eat it, I let him decide. He pulls it back and grabs my hair, slapping me on the cheek with the palm of his hand, and then returns his hand to its place, slapping me on the other cheek with the back of his hand. He crouches down, bringing his face close, and I perceive his breath smelling like beer; he spits on me, then spreads his saliva all over my face with his hand, and finally, he thrusts his thick penis down my throat.

"Wait, damn it," says the thick voice, "it's not for you, it's for German."

The guy pulls his penis out of my mouth, and Ricardo behind me releases me from the stocks and frees my legs from their captivity.

"Look, slut," he says, "these gentlemen just offered your dad and me four beers for you to go with them."

"Is that her dad?" asks a voice.

"Yes, he's the one who accepted the four beers," says the thick voice.

"Serve them well, damn it, or you'll remember me," Ricardo warns me, putting the leash on my dog collar and handing it to "someone."

"I want him intact, damn it," Ricardo says, "don't take him out of the den, we'll be watching you."

"Don't worry, dude, no problem," says the thick ...