Snuff phone sex has become a routine part of my life. Today, as I was hitchhiking, I came across a small town with a couple of churches, a single school that accommodated all 500 of their young from pre-k through 12th grade. The football team was their pride and joy, and all the little ones were hyper-religious, just like all the adults in the town.
It being just that type of town, I should have known what I was getting myself into. They were running a fundraiser to help the team out, since school is starting back up. They were trying to get a running leap at the funds they’ll need to make it to the bigger games. I stopped in and watched for a little bit, just because it was a change of pace, and you never know who might inquire and be kind enough to offer you a lift even a mile or so up the road.
I was invited to come help, and since I was wearing my short denim skirt and a tight little tank, I didn’t see the harm. So, I joined in, helping these teens wash cars for “a good cause”. Apparently, this town hasn’t seen much by way of strangers, because every person there eventually stopped to watch me. Before I knew it, one of the girls walked over and started popping me across the back and backs of my legs with her wet towel. It hurt, and I asked her to stop before starting to leave. I don’t know why, but apparently I just have “victim” tattooed across my back. A couple of the guys came over and held me down, and the girls then all started whipping me with their wet rags. The guys were laughing and using the abuse as a reason to feel me up. Before I knew it, I was being raped right there by half the team while the girls, in their outrage that I was getting their guys attentions and dicks, continued to barrage me with wet towel smacks, slaps, spit, and so on. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough once they finally let me go.
