Hairietta
‘Hairietta’ arrived at Homo Hollow late one Saturday afternoon like a queen making her entrance.
A battered pink Cadillac, not ‘vintage,’ a wreck. She rolled slowly down the dirt road, horn blasting in celebration. Seventies pop music blaring from an old cassette player. When it stopped in the clearing, the door swung open and out stepped Bob Barkhaus, the respectable, burly owner of the feed store everyone knew as a serious family man, completely transformed into Hairietta.
He was a big, thick-set bear of a man, easily 6’2” and over 260 pounds, with a massively hairy chest, back, shoulders, and ass. Alway sweaty. Always stinks.
Today he was squeezed into a ridiculous outfit that barely contained him: a too-tight hot-pink lacy bra that dug deep into his meaty pecs, the cups overflowing with coarse black chest hair. A matching lacy garter belt strained around his thick waist, holding up torn fishnet stockings that dug into his powerful hairy thighs. His fat cock and heavy balls were barely covered by a tiny pink thong that disappeared between his hairy ass cheeks, the front already stretched and wet with precum. Bright red lipstick painted his lips, heavy mascara, and a cheap blonde wig sat crooked on his head. A pair of sky-high heels completed the look.
The men at the Hollow cheered and whistled as Hairietta strutted into the center of the clearing, swinging her wide hips and blowing kisses. A small pink purse twirling over her fingers.
“Well hello, boys,” she purred in a deep, husky voice. “Mommy’s here to get fucked stupid.”
She dropped to her knees almost immediately in the dirt, surrounded by a growing circle of hard cocks. Hairietta wasted no time. She grabbed two dicks at once, smearing her bright red lipstick all over the shafts as she slobbered on them. Thick red lipstick streaks ran down veiny cocks as she took one deep into her throat, gagging loudly while jerking the other. “Mmmph, feed Hairietta those cocks,” she moaned between sloppy sucks.
Men lined up to use her. She took them in every hole. One burly trucker bent her over a fallen log, yanked the tiny thong aside, and slammed balls-deep into her hairy ass in one thrust. Hairietta squealed like a whore and pushed back, her heavy balls swinging as she got railed. Another man shoved his cock down her throat at the same time, turning her into a spit-roasted mess. Her red lipstick continued to smear everywhere, messy rings around cock bases, streaks along shafts, and smudged across balls as she sucked and gagged.
All afternoon she took cock after cock. Guys fucked her face until tears ran down her cheeks and mascara ran in black rivers. They pounded her hairy man-cunt relentlessly, stretching it wide open until it gaped and farted out cum. At one point three men had her at once, one in her throat, one in her ass, and one jerking off between her hairy tits. She begged for it the entire time in her deep voice:
“Use me like a cheap slut… Breed Hairietta’s dirty fuckhole… Fill Mommy up!”
By the time the sun started to set, Hairietta was a wrecked, cum-drenched disaster. Her pink lingerie was ruined, the bra was shredded and hanging off one shoulder, both straps broken. Her panties were torn completely to one side, soaked in cum and lube. Thick loads leaked from her gaping, hairy asshole and ran down her thighs. Her face was a mess of smeared red lipstick, spit, and cum. Her wig was crooked and sticky.
She stood up on shaky heels, cum still dripping from her chin and ass, and gave the crowd a satisfied, crooked smile.
“Thank you, boys. Same time next month?”
Hairietta climbed back into her pink Cadillac and drove off, ruined lingerie and all.
Just another wild day at Homo Hollow. No one back in town would ever believe that respectable banker Bob Barkhaus spent the afternoon dressed like a cheap whore, taking every cock in the forest and leaving with his panties torn to shreds and his ass full of strangers’ cum.
