5 comments/ 137946 views/ 9 favorites Julie's Just Desserts By: TheDarkCloud Julie downed her fifth Tequila of the night in one go and wiped her lips with her hand sexily, the young waiter hadn't actually left the table and she leaned over and reached between his legs and grabbed his semi erect cock through the cheap fabric of his trousers and pulled him towards her and gave him a full on French kiss. When she finally relinquished her hold on his tongue he staggered back away from the table she toyed with him even more. "Hey sexy boy, that was your tip, meet me round the back when the bar shuts at one and I'll give you a whole lot more." He nodded, stupefied at the brazen actions of the sexy young American woman, wondering if she was for real or not and suspecting (and hoping) she was serious. Meantime Julie's two companions at the table, her best mates who were having the time of their lives on this Mexican holiday, Lisa and Linette. Were laughing and joking and amazed at just how forward Julie was. It had always been the same though, Julie Duncan always had to be the centre of attention, and she loved it there. Not so enamoured with the scantily dressed American's behaviour were the locals though, especially the women. They had watched disgusted at the brown haired American's behaviour tonight and indeed for the duration of their stay in their village. Her two blonde companions were little better but at least they had a modicum of decency but not the one called Julie she behaved like a complete slut in their eyes, a devilish seductress who their younger men could not keep their eyes off. It was intolerable and indecent and if looks could have killed Julie would have endured a million deaths since she had arrived in the small village of El Trapesco. * A little less than two hours later and with Lisa and Linette safely tucked up in their beds Julie was as good as her word and behind the bar on her knees and with the young waiters cock in her mouth giving him the most amazing blow job he had ever experienced. He had nervously appeared behind the bar at closing time and searched the shadows anxiously wondering if the gringo woman had been serious or not. Julie stepped out of the shadows like a vision of sex incarnate wearing nothing more than her low slung white shirt and her tiny denim shorts, both of which she had off by the time she had walked over to young Paco. With a wicked smile she dropped to her knees before the trembling teenager and had eased his stiffening cock out from behind his trousers moments later. It was a long thin specimen, not as thick as Julie liked them (and what Julie Duncan did not know about the world of cock was not worth knowing) so she decided it would just be a blow job tonight, still the look on his face was worth it as she took him in her mouth. Her technique was like nothing the young Mexican could have imagined, while Julie's practised tongue was expertly swirling under his foreskin and playing with his pisshole her lips were sucking greedily on his shaft. All the while her nimble hands were massaging his balls to the point of climax before easing off and building it back up time and again. He was actually on his toes as he tried to hold off cumming as he wanted to prolong this heaven, as if he had any say in matters. No, when Julie had had enough she just squeezed her fingers and increased her suction and his balls gave up his load, the first spurt tasted bad so she took the next ones on her face. What the hell she was on holiday after all. Mind you maybe she shouldn't have wiped her face on the guys trousers, who knows what his girlfriend would think to those types of stains in the morning.... * The next morning was the Wednesday of the second week of the three girls two week vacation. They had come here because it wasn't too touristy, against Julie's better judgement, she had wanted a livelier location. But then she decided wherever she was the party was too. They had walked through the streets of the village that morning to get to the small, secluded beach just a mile or so walk away already in their bikinis. Lisa and Linette had long shirts over theirs until they got to the golden sands but not Julie, she proudly strode through the village in just her skimpy two piece, her towel in the basket she carried. This was just after eleven in the morning and the inhabitants of this sleepy Mexican village were not used to seeing such a fit, tanned, beautiful woman strolling along their streets in next to nothing. And Julie was really beautiful. She was just under 5'6", had an amazing figure that sported nice pert breasts and a really nice small ass with as flat a stomach as you could imagine. She had a really pretty face too, her green eyes sparkling with mischief, her long light brown hair seemingly always perfect. The problem was she more than knew how sexy she was and was beyond proud of it. Behind her designer sunglasses she was more than aware of the young guys in the village stopping what they were doing to ogle her, of the women glowering at her and envying her at the same time and of all the disapproving glares from the older folks. She just loved the attention. Although the village itself was pretty quiet they had been able to use it very much as a base and go for day trips to lots of places and really this was only the second day of the holiday they had just lazed about on the beach. Julie was looking forward to it. She had her CD player, some discs, a book, a couple of bottles of alcohol and lotion and it was real sunny, what more did a sun worshipper like her want from life? Well a male would be handy. They got to the beach and it was as deserted as it was picturesque. "God, how lucky were we finding this place?" gushed Lisa. The others agreed and quickly set to setting up their towels and getting down to some serious sunbathing. It wasn't long before Julie was needing another layer of lotion and with a fit of giggles sexy blonde Linette was over and straddling her bum to apply the lotion. Julie was not into girls, she loved cock too much for that but if she had been Linette would have made one hell of a lover. The slim blonde had the most magical hands as she massaged the oil into Julie's skin, undoing her bra top to do away with any tan lines. The heat and the relaxed atmosphere was so addictive. When Linette was finished she rolled onto her towel and asked Julie to return the favour. Julie, being Julie, didn't bother with her bikini top and climbed aboard the blonde's back with her perfect breasts glistening in the sun. It was only as she started rubbing the creamy lotion into Linette's soft, supple skin that she realised that something was blocking out her sun. She looked up to see an old woman standing over, dressed in tattered black clothing. She had a shopping basket in her hand and was standing looking at Julie like she was a visitor from another world. The old woman twisted her face into a disgusted snarl and she spat angrily next to Linette's towel. "Putas!" She exclaimed before angrily stomping off. Julie just knelt there, tits jutting out for anyone to see looking at her confused. Lisa didn't even look up from her sunbathing position as she explained it. "It means 'Whores' girls. Guess she's got you pegged Julie." All three laughed at that and Julie went back to rubbing lotion on her friends back and rubbing it in nice and deep. "Yeah but she doesn't need paying for it, does she? Julie's pretty much giving it away!" Chimed in Linette from below Julie, which earned her a playful spank on her bronzed ass as all three collapsed in fits of giggles. * That night they hit the main bar / restaurant again. There was a band playing live music and the place was even busier than usual with locals. The girls were more than aware of the attention on them when they entered but were used to it by now and took their usual seats and Julie was not slow in clicking her fingers and ordering a jug of the local beer for them to start with. Julie was dressed even more daring than she had been up to now. A silver T-back top that all but bared her breasts, and an incredibly small black mini skirt and heels was all she wore -- she wasn't big on underwear at all. As the evening moved on the drink flowed, the music rocked and the placed was fairly packed out. All three girls really went for it that night and it wasn't long before they were on the floor and dancing up a storm. And this was definitely dancing of the dirty variety. While Lisa and Linette were happy to dance with each other and strut their stuff sexily that wasn't enough for Julie, she quickly located two locals to sandwich herself between and was bumping, grinding and rubbing to her hearts content. She really went overboard, her hands all over their bodies, their chests and bums being groped and felt for all she was worth and they returned the attention. There were not many minutes when Julie was up dancing that she did not have a hand under her skirt or fingers rubbing at her soaking wet pussy. So really it was no surprise when Julie disappeared with her two dance partners late in the night, she didn't even know their names as they led her to a nearby stable, both men eager to get a piece of the action, and Julie was willing to give them it. She was no stranger to threesomes. Their hands were all over her now, even more so than in the bar, her clothes were easily cast aside and those rough, Mexican fingers were pinching and probing at her with abandon. Julie moaned with pleasure and her own hands were hardly dormant, they already had both the men's cocks out and were playing with them, eager to get them inside her. With Julie's well practised hands manipulating both dicks it was not long until they were totally stiff and straining for action. Both were a good bit thicker than the waiter's the previous night and Julie was already imagining them deep inside her pussy, they would fill it nicely. She hauled off her flimsy top and allowed both men to get a good look at the perfect tits they had been fondling half the night before dropping to her knees and continuing her masturbation of their cocks. They were not in her hands much longer before she leaned to the one on her right and sucked it into her mouth. After a strong suck and lick she let it slide out turned her head and did the same to the cock on her left before stating to alternately take the cocks in one at a time sucking them harder and harder. She even attempted, and partially succeeded, to get both cocks in her mouth at the same time, something she had never done before. Kneeling there with two cock heads lodged between her lips made her feel so dirty and nasty and so, so good. She supposed she was a nymphomaniac, a sex addict but she loved that so was it really a bad thing? She knew her friends would be disappointed in her and her family had already all but disowned her for her sex crazy ways but damn, cock was just too much fun for her. Finally Julie's mouth gave up the two cocks to her other holes. She got down on all fours and presented her well tanned, slim backside to one of the guys while the other obviously wanted more of that gasping, wet mouth and moved around and onto his knees and pressed his dick back into her mouth. Julie felt the guy behind her slip his fingers between her thighs and feel for her soaking wet pussy and ease a couple of fingers inside her. He finger fucked her like that for a short time while his friends enjoyed face fucking her. Julie was in cock heaven. Then she felt the fingers being removed from her pussy and tracing their way from there right over her asshole and up her bum to her back, for a moment she thought (hoped) he would jam them in her ass but no. Then she felt his stiff prick head between her ass cheeks and searching out her pussy, finding it and punching it's way inside so that she was being fucked from both ends. She moaned as he started to really fucked her from behind, doggy style, his hairy halls smacking against her thighs as he pounded her. The movement it caused her face forced her deeper and deeper onto the other guys cock and it was soon right down her throat, prodding at the back of her throat, making her fight off her gag reflex. The floor beneath them was dirty and dusty and this whole place was really such a shithole but it suited Julie to be lying around in the filth being spit roasted like this, she was just that filthy. With almost simultaneous grunts the two Mexican's started to cum, the one at her mouth holding her ears tight as he jerked and shot his load deep into her mouth while the other one held onto her hips as he pumped her pussy full of his seed. When they were finally done, Julie sucked and licked the last of their loads from their shrinking cocks and as she licked the remnants from her finger with her right hand she reached down to her own pussy and played with herself bringing herself off in a gushing flood of cum that sprinkled and darkened the ground between her legs. The two guys, sated smiled and left without further ado and Julie sat there a moment longer to let the wave of ecstasy wash over her but she did not know that they had had an audience, two angry looking women peering round the back corner of the shed would make sure the rest of the village knew what a despicable slut the American woman was before the night was over. * The next morning as Julie and Lisa sat around the breakfast table eating their holiday was shattered when Linette arrived with the most terrible news. "It's Steve!" She moaned loudly as the two friends turned to look at Linette. Steve was Linette's brother and Lisa's boyfriend. "He's had a crash! On his motorbike! He's in intensive care! Oh my god this is so bad. We have to go back!" The others calmed her down a little and got the full story out of her. It wasn't quite as bad as Linette was making out but no doubt it was serious and both she and Lisa decided they had to go back to be with him and their family straight away. Julie was going to go back with them but they wouldn't hear of her holiday ending early too and the truth was Julie didn't put up too much of an argument against it. Agreeing that she could 'entertain' herself for three more days by herself before heading back. Julie drove them back to the town from where they would get a cab to the nearest airport to get them back and waved them off before heading back to the village and three days she intended to fill with even more sock crazy action, unhindered as she was by her friends now. * That evening, as if nothing was any different Julie was down at the local watering hole perched at the bar eyeing up the talent. She had four days left on the holiday and more importantly three nights and she wasn't going to be spending them alone if she could help it. She was actually dressed like a total slut that night, even more so than when her friends had been there, without them and in a foreign land she was unlikely to ever see again she had decided to be as daring and outrageous as she possibly could be. She wore a white lacy top that was cut off just below her breasts. The thinness of the fabric and the laciness meant that it was nearly possible to see Julie's nipples through it. Her white skirt was tiny, really the shortest that she owned and as with most of her nights out she wasn't wearing underwear. She had on white heels and all that white made her gorgeous, deep tan look magnificent and really made her stand out in the crowded bar -- which is just how she liked it. It was early and she had had a few drinks, the alcohol flowing quicker with less chat to be had. She had received plenty of admiring (and jealous) glances and was appraising the talent to see if there was anyone special she fancied fucking tonight when unexpectedly a young woman slid up beside her at the bar. She was about Julie's age, introduced herself as Salma and was instantly extremely chatty and friendly. It was such a surprise to Julie that she took a while to get used to the idea, another woman seemingly not jealous of her? But she found that Salma was pretty good company and seemed into guys herself and Julie found herself quite enjoying the Mexican's company. She bought her a drink and after they had downed them Salma insisted she buy her one in return but promised her a local concoction that would 'blow her mind'. Julie could hardly refuse. "This is a local drink, a real mind blower, I don't now if an American like you can handle it" teased the Latino beauty. Julie snorted. "Honey, there ain't a drink invented I can't handle!" Maybe not but perhaps Julie should have watched and seen that her drink did not come from the same bottle as Salma's it came from an encased wooden battle. If she could have seen behind the wood cover she wouldn't have been so keen to drink it, not with some of the bizarre things floating in it. Still it looked normal enough when placed on the bar next to Salma's and both girls hardly looked at the drinks as the clinked them together then downed them in one. The remainder of the night was a blur for Julie. Literally a blur. She would not be able to tell who she had spoken with, what she had done or what she had drunk. Not that it mattered, the damage was already done. Before she knew it she had passed out at the bar and was lying there as the locals partied around her, nearly all with one eye on this brash American woman who had been so annoying this past couple of weeks. * Julie blinked her eyes open slowly, her whole head feeling like it was in a thick fog that she could barely see through/ her eyelids felt so heavy and her mouth so thirsty, Christ this had to be the worst hangover ever. And she couldn't move her legs, or her arms! Though she did not know it the reason Julie could not move her limbs was because each ankle and wrist had a heavy metal weight tied to it. She was also buried right up to below her now naked boobs in sand on the secluded local beach. Her slowly awakening eyes were just adjusting to the light and fathoming where in the world she was when it all went dark again as a shadow came over her face. From somewhere in her mind a memory came back to her as the old woman leaned over her and spat the word "Puta" at her again just as she had done two days earlier only this time actually accompanied by saliva landing on Julie's face. Julie tried to speak, to make some noise but nothing came for now she was helplessly mute, a dire side affect of her current condition. She tried to clear her mind and focus but it was no good and in the warm sun she was just stuck there boiling with a desperate craving for something that she could not quite figure out. The old hag moved out of her eye line and things were bright again, she was so confused what was going on? And then she got a moment of clarity. It came as a man walked up to where she was buried in the sand and pulled down his shorts to reveal a stiff penis. Just seeing it set Julie off, she craved it, wanted to taste it wanted it in her mouth or pussy or somewhere inside her, she felt she had to have a cock and was desperately trying to move her immobile buried body to get at it. Somewhere in her mind she had the last vestiges of her old self and was horrified that she seemed to be acting like a speechless, grunting, drug addict and that apparently her drug of choice was cock. The man was just in front of her, she had been buried at the perfect height so that her face would be at a normal height man's crotch, and he was masturbating frantically before her. All Julie tried to do was move her head forward to get her mouth to the cock but she constantly came up short. His movements got more and more frantic until he came with a low moan, spraying Julie's exposed face with his cum. To her own consternation she found herself desperately stretching her tongue around her mouth to try and lick up his cum. He squeezed out the last of his sperm onto her tits and pulled up his shorts and moved away. He was instantly replaced by another guy who already had his dick in his hand and was about to do the exact same. When he finally came all over Julie's hair he was replaced by another man and so it continued. Julie's Just Desserts Ch. 02 "You can't do this to me! I'm an American!" Julie was distraught and emotional. She had been ever since the customs officer had found the drugs planted in her bag. Small wonder after the trauma she had gone through in the past couple of days. Her Mexican holiday of cock teasing fun had turned decidedly sour on her. "You stupid dago bastards, it was a set up! That greasy bitch Salma set me up!" She was scared now and the very worst side of her explosive nature was to the fore. "You dumb wetbacks, you fucking morons, you are being played. What is it with this fucking country, is everyone fucking stupid?" She was wasting her breath on the policemen who had led her to this holding cell and walked away, they were almost out of earshot now. Not out of earshot however were three local prostitutes who had been busted earlier that evening for trying to turn over a client and were just waiting for their pimp to bail them out. They were not in the best of tempers anyway and listening to this beautiful American shout the odds like this was not helping. Julie hadn't even turned around in her cell to know that she was not alone, but when she did she instantly regretted her hasty shouts. They were the perfect contrasts to Julie. Whereas she was dressed in pristine white, a knee high skirt, blouse and heels to perfectly show off her tan they were dark and swarthy and wearing the cheapest, tackiest clothes imaginable. Julie looked at them sheepishly and brushed her light brown hair back on her head and nervously smiled and stalked over to a bench at the far end of the large holding cell. The Mexican whores street names were Cat, Nel and Apache and all three were thinking that this prissy, obnoxious American bitch offered an opportunity for a bad day to get considerably better. "What you think you doing bitch?! That's our bench!" snarled Apache, the oldest and biggest of the three. Julie jumped at the harsh demand and any confidence she had left after her ordeals in the village the past two days was suddenly gone. She got up fast, stumbled and apologised all at the same time, she would have been as well with a sign round her neck saying "Easy meat". The three prostitutes just chuckled. "Why you standing over there girl? What's the matter, are we not good enough to sit with? Maybe you got something against us locals?" Julie stammered and stuttered and figured she'd better do as the big woman instructed though she in no way wanted to go anywhere near these stinking street women. In a few steps she was surrounded by them and getting nervous and claustrophobic as she crowded round her too close for her liking. The big woman felt at the fabric of Julie's shirt and rubbed it between her fingers. "Mmm nice, I could do with something as classy as that, you know. How about you give it to me?" Julie tried to pull free but the large woman had a strong hold of her arm and she couldn't create any distance. "Get off! Or I'll..." She never finished her threat as Apache's hand quickly moved to her jaw and squeezed it easily. "or what Yankee? You'll call the police? Don't make me laugh, they don't care about anyone down here, you won't see them again until morning and until then it's just you and us all nice and cosy in this cell. So maybe you'd better try to make friends with us. So do I have to tear that nice shirt off you or are you gonna play nice and give it to me as a present." Apache spoke softly but there was no mistaking the threat in her words and Julie felt vulnerable and alone and could not find the courage to stand up against her. Instead she feebly nodded and unbuttoned her designer shirt, revealing a lacy white bra as she handed the shirt to Apache. There was no great heat in that stone floored and walled cell so Julie just stood there crossing her arms across her breasts and tried both to cover up and keep from being cold, hoping her shirt would placate them. "Hey, that's not fair she get's something from you and I don't!" said Nel mischievously. "You know I do like that skirt. What do you think girls? Would that suit me, go with my look?" Her look, to be fair, was that of a dirty, street walking whore and maybe even that was sugar coating it. The skirt was expensive and designer but right then that was the least of Julie's worries, she knew she would have no choice but to give it to the girl and leave herself in the cell in nothing more than her bra and panties! And so it was. Julie demurred to the street girls demand and stepped out of her skirt and handed it to Nel, revealing a pair of lacy, white panties that the third girl, Cat, showed an immediate interest in. There could be little doubt what was going to be requested next. Still they made her wait a moment, standing there in just her bra and panties as three pairs of eyes poured all over her body. The waiting for the inevitable request was excruciating and Julie wished desperately one of the cops would come down to the cell but there was no sign of them. "I could really use a nice set of lingerie like that, I think that would go down so well with my man. Say Yankee, you gave Apache your shirt and Nel your skirt how about I get your bra and panties, only seems fair, don't it?" It was no request, it was a demand and Julie knew it. But still she hesitated and stopped herself stripping further. She made to remonstrate with her but immediately all three of the whores adopted fierce, aggressive stances and Julie wilted, the brash confident woman of a few days was a long distant memory. "Ok, Ok, you can have them." Holding back tears Julie undid her bra and peeled her panties off and handed then to the girl who casually put them in her pocket. This left the American girl in nothing at all and though she tried, her two hands could not hide her modesty for long. She may have been used to showing off her terrific figure but that was to men not hostile foreign women who were obviously playing with her. After leaving the American girl to stew in her own embarrassment for a few minutes suddenly the atmosphere changed and Apache got right up in Julie's face. "You know bitch, what you were saying when you arrived was not very nice. I mean yes, you gave us our presents but you seem to have a pretty nasty mouth, is that right?" Off balance Julie shook her head, these three women were really beginning to intimidate her, she was used to civilised folks and these three Mexican hookers were anything but civilised. "What did you call us? Dago's? Wetbacks? That isn't very nice is it?" "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I like you all, I mean I just finished a holiday here, I loved it. I did. It was just the cops, you know, they set me up. Planted drugs on me." The three smiled at Julie's naivety but her story did buy her a few moments grace from their anger. They had all suffered at the hands of bent cops too. Still the American was too tempting a target not to abuse in some way. "Aww poor little American tourist, eh? She got set up by the nasty locals. Well bitch if you're gonna survive you're gonna need friends and if you do what we want then maybe we'll be your friends. If not the we'll definitely be your enemies and you wouldn't like that." Within five minutes Julie was on her knees and was eating out Apache's wet, hairy pussy. Whether she had been overtly forced to or not was not the issue she was down there at the behest of the Mexican bruiser and was licking her pussy for all she was worth while Apache's compatriots goaded and laughed at her. Julie was all about cock and had not dabbled with women before and this large Mexican whore was hardly a perfect place to start. Her pussy stank and was hot and sweaty and Julie had to fight from gagging as she pressed her face between the large prostitute's thighs and began licking her. All the time she tried to convince herself 'what choice did I have?'. The other two laughed and moved behind her and began spanking Julie's ass as she ate out their friend. After a few spanks Nel spat onher fingers and lowered them to Julie's exposed pussy lips from behind and slowly began to play with them. Julie tried to protest but Apache just tightened her thighs around her head, trapping it there. "Hey, I think she likes that, maybe you should try your whole fist!" Nel took her friend at her word and with some major wriggling and squeezing she managed to get all her fingers and thumb inside Julie's pussy lips and began to roughly fist her while the American tried to keep licking Apache's hairy pussy. Cat, meantime, seemed content to play with herself while the other two abused the pretty American girl. Julie was panting like a dog and sweating like a pig for a number of reasons. First, trapped in between the big woman's thighs every breath was a struggle and her head was hot as hell. Second the work out she was being given by the fisting was very physically demanding. And finally, despite herself and her humiliation at her treatment she was aroused by the hard fucking she was receiving and desperate for a touch to her clit to release her frustration. Her arousal was, however, to be swiftly forgotten when Apache climaxed herself and came all over Julie's face. Seconds before she had clamped her fingers over Julie's nose and forced the American to totally use her mouth, then her pussy just exploded with hot, sour liquid, splattering Julie's face and pouring down her throat. It was just about the worst stuff Julie had ever tasted and all the worse for knowing exactly what it was. But there was literally nothing she could do but gulp the stuff down and pray that the hand that was in her aching cunt would soon come out and play with the front of it. It did as soon as Apache finished cumming. She released Julie's head from her thighs and she slumped to the hard floor and then came her own sweet release as Nel's fingers fount her clit and played with it. Julie came in a gusher spraying her own hot juices all over the cell floor. Almost at the same time Cat came to, standing over Julie and it was like she was almost pissing on the American with her love juices, Julie's face and hair was glistening with sweat and cum and she just lay on the ground naked, exhausted and unable to get up. She did not even react when, five minutes later, a guard came and ushered the three whores out, their pimp having made their bail. She was still in that prone position ten minutes later, still covered in female ejaculate when a guard and two plain clothes drugs officers came into the cell and ordered her to get up. They could hardly conceal their enjoyment as the sexy America slowly stood up, completely naked and was led from the cell to a small interview room. No one thought to offer her any clothes. For Julie this was to be the police interview from hell..... TO BE CONTINUED. Julie's Just Desserts Ch. 03 Two stern faced male guards led Julie through the police station's warren like corridors. They had to hold her arms for balance because the exhausted, female cum covered American was still not fully recovered from her ordeal at the hands of the three Mexican criminals she had shared a cell with. She was dazed and had a glazed expression as she was led to a small stone room to be interviewed and only somewhere did it start occurring to her that she'd better get herself together because this would be important. But in truth she was tired, exhausted and groggy from her experiences and her pushy, boorish normal attitude had been all but replaced by a poor little girl attitude and that would not cut any ice in this type of place with these type of people. There were three people all crowded into the short room when the guards deposited the prisoner into it. Hector Ramirez, a hardened grizzled veteran of a policeman with a noted dislike of Yankees. Rosario Martinez, Hector's female equivalent. And Michael Pena, who was nominally Julie's lawyer as she had 'apparently' not used the right to call one. The three sets of eyes on Julie as she entered could in no way be described as friendly. Rosario hauled out the plastic chair across from them and pushed Julie towards it roughly. "Sit there bitch!" she growled menacingly. Julie shivered as she sat and looked to the men to see if either was sympathetic to her plight. She got nothing in return. Ramirez took over the interview without further comment. "You know that the Mexican authorities do not like foreigners who traffic in drugs lady. Do not shake your head and claim your innocence you were caught with the drugs red-handed, we have witnesses and proof there is no doubt." "But I didn't, I ..." She broke off as the Ramirez thumped the desk with the palm of his hand. "Enough Yankee! Enough lies! Are you so stupid that you think we cannot get a conviction with this evidence? You are guilty, it is clear, all that must be decided is how long a sentence you will get. That is all, everything else is clear! We are not here to decide your guilt we are here to offer you a deal. A deal that may yet save you from a jail term, who knows." At this Julie perked up, she was sure that she would be facing a time inside a stinking Mexican prison for this, convinced that the people who had framed her would make sure she ended up inside. The naked beauty turned to her court appointed advisor and looked enquiringly at him. In a deep voice he said to her. "it is true, they do not have the space in their jails for people like you. Tourists who get into trouble. They just want to get you out of the country as quickly as possible. The evidence against you is overwhelming, I would advise you listen to whatever deal he offers you." Julie was happy for someone, despite not sounding enthusiastic, to be on her side and just nodded and listened. "Good. It is easy. This will save us many hours of man time. We fast track your case to the local court tomorrow. You plead guilty to the charges against you and in return you will not go to jail. You will be ejected from our country and not allowed to return. You will have all your money taken from you in the form of a fine. And other than that you will be free to go. How does that sound?" It sounded like exactly what the frantic blonde wanted to hear. A way out of this waking nightmare, some light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel. She nodded eagerly at the swarthy detective as he continued. "There is, however, one thing you must do to gain this deal. One thing that if you fail to do will almost certainly see you not only charged but imprisoned for your crime." Julie did not like the sound of that but was alert enough to know that she really did not have much choice in this situation. "What is it?" she asked tentatively. Ramirez smiled, his female colleague smiled even wider, ever her sullen council broke into a smile as the Detective explained. "All you have to do American is to ensure that we three here (he pointed at the other two in the small room) leave here completely sexually satisfied. That you have taken care of our every whim and that we are pleased with your efforts. That is all, if you do this then the deal will be signed by both myself and your council and by tomorrow night you will be back on American soil." After the night she had endured and her memories of her experiences in the village she and her friends had stayed Julie should not have been surprised by this offer. She looked from face to face and noticed the three of their faces twist and turn into leering, perverted versions of what they were second before. She looked to her council but he was too busy checking out her figure to give her any advice, that told her all she needed to know. Broken and defeated by her experiences Julie saw only the easy way out of this situation and nodded that she would do what they wanted of them. "That is a good decision American, really the only one you could make. You can begin by crawling over here and realising my dick, it wants to know what your lips feel like on it." Ramirez was clearly in charge in the room and was going to have his fun first. He scraped the metal legs of his chair back noisily along the bare floor and stood as the blonde prisoner slipped off her chair and onto her hands and knees. The policeman's suit was old, crumpled, smelled, was stained and dirty – a bit like the man himself. Once Julie had crawled over to his feet she propped herself up on her heels and undid his belt, thinking the sooner this was over the sooner she would be free to go. His dick, when she hooked it out of his trousers matched his clothes, greasy, stinking and not much to look at, the prospect of giving him oral was not appealing at all. Still, it was more appealing than spending any more time behind bars in this godforsaken country. It was a long, thin dick, covered in an impenetrable bush of black, wiry hair. Julie gripped it near its base and felt it stiffen in her hand before leaning forward and pressing her lips against the glistening tip. He gave a deep sigh before commanding her further. "Now suck it Yankee! Suck it like the Puta you are!" Julie took it into her mouth and nearly gagged at the strong smell and taste that invaded her mouth. It was awful but she somehow kept his dick in and slowly began to suck on it, coating it with her saliva as she bobbed her mouth back and forth on it. The other two in the room watched her with an intense interest. How could someone be so stupid? So naïve as to fall for all this? Even allowing for what was a very good set up the dumb American bimbo should have seen through their games and ploys. But apparently not What fun they would have with one so fucking sexy yet so fucking dumb! Julie tried to set aside all her fears and concentrated on what she was good at – sucking cock! The Mexican cop's cock was hardly what you would describe as a fine specimen but she worked it as well as she could, her well practised tongue slurping on its shaft, her lips sucking hard, she was starting to get into it a little when something hard and cold slapped against her naked ass. It was the long night-stick of Rosario Martinez and now it was probing at Julie's ass crack, looking for entry. Julie had glanced over her shoulder to see what the intrusion was and instantly regretted it as Hector's fingers found her beautiful blond hair and jerked it viciously so that she had to go back to his cock. "Never mind that Puta, you stick to sucking me off or the deal is off!" She could not afford that so set back to work on his long dick was increased enthusiasm. The female officer was a particularly hard, sadistic woman with an almost irrational hatred of anyone with light coloured hair. She herself kept her own long, dark hair hidden whenever she was working, even today it was tied back harshly into a ponytail. She had not agreed with this plan with her male colleague and had to be convinced of it, which she had been in the end but she was sure she was going to make things as uncomfortable and unpleasant for the American bitch as she could. She watched as Julie increased her efforts on Ramirez's cock, the American's lips moving harder and faster, and she angrily slapped her night-stick down on Julie's exposed ass cheeks. Any efforts Julie made to complain were hopeless as Ramirez held on tight to her hair and kept her mouth over his cock. After several more smacks with the baton the female officer pulled it up towards her mouth, spat on it and squatted down to face Julie's sexy ass. She burrowed the stick between Julie's butt cheeks, lined I up carefully with her anus before she shoved it forward and into her, impaling Julie's arsehole on the hard stick. While the two police officers treated their prisoner like a spit roast Julie's court appointed lawyer leaned back in his chair and enjoyed the show. He lit a cigarette and unconsciously rubbed his hand over his trousers where his cock was stiffening. He watched Ramirez rattle away at the prisoners mouth urgently, he was so predictable, always the mouth and always fast and hard, no skill or finesse whatsoever. They had been pulling this trick on American prisoners for years now and never did Ramirez want any more than a good hard face fuck. He was certainly getting one just now, his member was pistoning in and out of the American girl's mouth with ruthless speed and precision, causing spittle and froth to spill in long sticky trails from the corners of her mouth and plaster themselves messily on her chin. Julie barely notices that, her body has more than enough to cope with, what with being pumped hard from both ends. The cops cock thrusting into her throat while his hairy balls bash against her chin is bad but the real discomfort is from the night stick shoved in her ass. It is long and hard and being wielded by a sadistic bitch indeed. She has lost track of time as her petite body is buffeted backwards and forwards, her mouth and ass bearing the brunt until finally Ramirez jerks and spasms and grunts and fills Julie's mouth with his hot, sticky seed. Some of it spills from her lips and in a flash he has his hand on her neck and is shaking her, shouting at her. "Swallow it Yankee, or is my cum not good enough for you? Well you fucking swallow it puta!" Julie gasped and slurped the foul stuff down while the woman behind her finally plucked her club from Julie's ass and without hesitation plunged it into Julie's still open mouth. She didn't notice at first then the taste and smell hit her and she starts to gag but the cruel policewoman is in no mood to let Julie escape yet and holds her stick in place and Julie's head in place until releasing her after about a minute. It felt like an hour to the pretty American girl. For the moment the two police officers appear to be down. Ramirez zips up his dick and resumes his seat across the table while the female officer wipes the end of her night-stick in Julie's blonde hair before sheathing it again and stepping back leaving Julie gasping on her hands and knees. The lawyer stubbed out his cigarette on the metal tray on the interview desk, scraped the legs of his wooden chair back and slowly go to his feet. He ignored the two police officers as he loosened his tie and looked down at his 'client'. He shook his head slowly before addressing her. "My dear, my colleagues are so blunt, they lack finesse completely. All they want is to ram their weapons into you to humiliate you, not me. I have another way of showing you where your rightful place in the world is.." With that the articulate lawyer turned his back on Julie and dropped his trousers so that his hairy ass was right next to her face. "You will pull my cheeks apart and lick my arsehole, I believe you Americans' call it a rimjob or tossing the salad, whatever your tongue shall clean me out. We can call that my fee, don't you think?" With all that she had been through since her friends had left her alone in this godforsaken country, from being drugged then gang banged, to being set up and arrested for drugs smuggling to being sexually assaulted in the cells by other prisoners what was one further indignation upon this American tart? Realising that the road home lay between the disgustingly sweaty ass cheeks of this man she hauled herself to her knees and prised his ass cheeks apart. She looked at her target in resignation and sadly reached her face forward, extended her tongue and began to lick around his asshole. It was degrading and disgusting but she did it anyway, aware that the cops were watching her with detached amusement now, kissing the lawyer's ass. He pushed his ass back to bury her deeper in his ass as she swirled her tongue around the outside of his hole. "Come on, don't you want the plea bargain? Put your tongue inside me and clean me out Yankee!" The American girl fought back tears as she forced herself to fully extend her tongue and push it into his anus. The taste was vile but just the sheer knowledge of what a depraved act she was performing hit her hardest. She had always been a party girl, always happy and confident of her sexuality. A flirt, a cock tease even and never slow to make it with a guy she fancied (in fact it was that slutty side of her nature that had lead to all these problems on holiday) however, feeling that she had to do these things with these people was just awful. "Mmm, that's it Yankee, fuck my ass with your tongue!" , the lawyer demanded as he pushed his backside further back onto her. Julie couldn't see that as she tongue fucked his asshole his dick was getting harder and harder and finally when her probing tipped him over the edge he spun around and sprayed her face with thick, strings of his cum leaving her in a mess. The lawyer pulled his trousers up and the three regarding the kneeling, pathetic, cum covered American slut. Ramirez looked from his colleague to Pena and spoke. "Well, are we done with her? Anyone got anything else hey want to do with her? No. Then listen up bitch, tomorrow you plead guilty like we told you and I will make sure you get fined and kicked out of the country back to America OK? You tell anyone about this 'interview' and I'll make sure you spend a long time in a nasty, Mexican jail cell, and you wouldn't like that, would you?" It was a no brainer and Julie knew what she would be doing the next day. * "And having pled guilty to the crime of trafficking of narcotics I have no other recourse than to a custodial sentence. The fact you did, in fact, admit you guilt does count for you as does that fact this is your first offence in our country so I thereby sentence you to three years at the City Jail, with a option for parole after 18 months. Take her away." Julie stood still in the court, hardly able to believe what she had heard. She was dressed in just an orange jump suit and her hands were cuffed, she looked from the dock down to the lawyer and the cops, they were already heading out of the court. "No! I was told..." Julie's pleas did not get any further as a guard buried a night-stick in her back that took the wind out of her and by the time she had semi recovered she had been ushered out of the court and into a deserted holding area. Only there did it all start to sink in. She had been set up and was now being led away to a Mexican jail.... NEXT: THE CELLMATES FROM HELL Julie's Just Desserts Ch. 04 PREVIOUSLY On a sun, sand and sex holiday in Mexico American prick teaser Julie angers the wrong people and ends up being set up and arrested for trafficking drugs. She is then further set up into pleading guilty in the belief she will be only fined, however, instead the judge sentences her to 18 months in one of Mexico's most notorious women's prisons.... * Julie had been processed with the utmost speed and now stood, still handcuffed and in her orange jumpsuit, outside a cell as the guards prepared to uncuff her. The two men with moustaches took their time releasing the cuffs and smirked nastily as they told her to take off the jumpsuit. "What? But I'm naked under here" complained the blonde. "So? Do you think we care you drug dealing bitch? Just take it off now or we will beat you with out batons and then strip it off your unconscious body." The guard seemed earnest in his threat so Julie wasted no time in complying. Seconds later she stepped out of the overalls and stood in all her nakedness between the guards. They openly admired the American woman's fine figure. Her large firm breasts, her washboard slim stomach and her hard ass. "Nice. You see Puta it would be waste to hide that from us, would it not? Besides you have an appointment with the Warden tomorrow morning and he will speak to you regarding clothing then." The door was slid open as the guard spoke and he unceremoniously shoved Julie into the cell. They swiftly locked the cell and walked away, with one guard turning to the other and saying. "If she survives the night that is." The cell was mostly in shade as it was late afternoon and the electric lighting had not yet come on in the prison wings. The light was all at the front of the cell by the bars, in less than an hour when the lights did come on it would be much more harshly illuminated. Julie stood, naked, and strained her eyes into the shadows created by a bunk bed on the left of the cell that dominated it. She nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice snarled from the bottom bunk. "Turn around bitch, let's see what you ass looks like, no doubt I'll be seeing plenty of it in the near future!" The voice was female, just, and deep and full of menace. Julie had been learning quickly during her stay in Mexico criminal justice and rather than question the command she slowly turned around to face the bars. The guards were long gone and Julie realised she was stuck in here with god knows who. "Lean back and pull them open Yankee, I wanna see your hole!" Julie jumped, this was a different voice, higher pitched, almost like a little girl but there was an edge of insanity to it that instantly worried her. Still she did as instructed and bent forward a little and reached her hands back to pull her tight buns apart and expose herself completely to the owners of the voices. "Stay like that bimbo and do not turn round if you know what's good for you." Julie fought back the tears and did as they said. She had seen where bucking the system got her and had made her mind up she was going to do whatever it took to get out of this place in one piece as quickly as possible. They left her standing there for five minutes without making another sound or move. Then Julie, by now almost quaking, heard the very definite sound of feet being swung and dropped onto the hard, concrete floor of the cell. Julie nearly screamed as a hand came to rest on her right arse cheek and a head loomed behind her shoulder hissing. "Reach forward and grab the bars bitch and don't turn around until I tell you to!" Julie was not about to argue with the voice's owner who sounded like the meanest woman she had ever heard. Judging by the size of the hand on her arse she must have been a good foot taller than the petite American blonde. Julie gulped as the hand traced it's way over her ass and then gave it a harsh spank. Before Julie could react the hand had delved between her ass cheeks to poke at her asshole then push further through her thighs and prod at her shaven pussy. "Hmmm hairless, just how I like my bitches." Julie bit on her lower lip and tried to control her trembling as the harsh reality of her situation hit home. There was nothing she could do to prevent this, she was in prison, a convicted criminal in a foreign country and clearly seen as an easy target. The finger rubbing at her clit was rough, the breath behind her foul and the manic muffled giggles continued from deeper in the cell. Julie gave a shiver as fingers nipped her bud and began to roll it between them then the woman's second hand came up and cupped Julie's left breast and fondled it, seeking out her nipple then tweaking it. "You are starting to get wet bitch, are you enjoying this?" "N-No." Instantly the fingers released her clit only for then the thumb to be jammed at her asshole while a pointing index finger was inserted in Julie's pussy. The face was at her shoulder again, the breath disgusting. "Wrong answer Puta! You are enjoying this! Tell me! Aren't you? You can't wait for me to fuck you, can you" "Y-Yes, I am enjoying this. P-Please fuck me." The thumb came away from her asshole and another finger joined the index one in her cunt and began to pump in and out of her pussy. "Grip those bars bitch and do not let go!" The big woman used a third finger then a fourth and finally her thumb slipped in as Julie's got wetter and wetter. She gripped the bars and looked out at the bare, deserted corridor as she was furiously fisted from behind and she felt violated but also extremely aroused. The wet sloppy noises from below were both mortifying and exciting and the mixture of humiliation and pleasure was too much for her senses and with a loud groan her knees buckled and she was only held upright by the fist inserted in her cunt and she climaxed all over it. The fist pumped some more, making sure to get all her cum then pulled out and Julie dropped feebly to her knees, still gripping the bars, her knuckles white. The high pitched mad voice asked. "How does she taste?" A deliberate licking noise followed, Julie was barely aware of anything she was s till held in the afterwash of her orgasm, one of the most powerful she had ever experienced, the stress of the past few weeks all seeming to have leaked out. "Tastes good, here you try." "Mmm, not bad for a Yankee." It dawned on Julie then that they were tasting her juices back there and she could not help herself and turned around. She was horrified by what she saw. Standing up was the large woman but she could hardly be identified as a woman, her face was more that of a deformed freak. She saw Julie looking and cackled, her mouth missing nearly all her teeth, she had messy dark hair and looked for all the world like some bizarre six foot witch. She was naked and her boobs looked weird, but that was in keeping with the rest of the freak. And her pussy was the worst thing, a black, hairy mess that seemed to take up most of her mid-section. Julie felt physically sick. Then she noticed the other woman. She was about three feet tall, a midget and as she lapped at the large woman's fist she turned and grinned maniacally at their new cell mate. Julie swooned and fainted, blissfully entering unconsciousness... * When she came round Julie's policy of doing whatever was required to stay out of trouble was sorely tested. The big woman (introduced as Big Mama) was sat astride Julie and the blonde's face was inches from the hairy jungle that was her pussy. "It's only fair, I made you cum now you get me off!" The view, the smell and subsequent prospect was repellent and Julie had to fight from gagging as she lay there. "Yeah! Fair's fair!" chimed in the gleeful midget, "then it's my turn!" The midget was called Little Mama and both prisoners were notorious in the Mexican penal system. As Julie contemplated that prospect Big Mama slid forward on Julie's tits and pushed her hairy sex right into Julie's face so that Julie's lips, her nose and her chin were all being bristled by thick, wiry, black pubic hair. Julie squirmed and tried to move but the big woman had her pinned down against the stone floor and it was becoming increasingly obvious that the only way to get her off was, well, to get her off! On her Mexican misadventures the American slut had already been forced to dabble in lesbian antics but this was by far the worst she had experienced. With Big Mama's sweaty thighs either side of Julie's head it was claustrophobic down there and the stale smell of her sex invaded Julie's nose and mouth before she even opened her lips and extended her tongue. In truth there was little that Julie could do but lie there and stick her tongue out and swirl it. It was the big woman that did most of the work, rubbing her pussy all over Julie's perfect features, smearing her juices and hairs all over the blondes face. Once Julie's tongue had entered between the big, swollen lips of her cunt the taste was even fouler but she had no time to react as Big Mama then started grinding herself up and down on Julie's tongue, fucking herself with it. But just as she was getting to grips with this Julie felt her own pussy being touched, this time by the right foot of the midget. It made for an uncomfortable twenty minutes as the large freak fucked Julie's face with her cunt while the midget used her foot to fuck Julie's own cunt. The cell hummed with sexual energy and resounded with the wet noises of flesh on flesh. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Uuuuuuuuuuuugh!" That was all Julie heard as Big Mama finally came, ejaculating hot liquid all over Julie's trapped face, coating her in slick juices, some going in her eyes, her nose and her open mouth. It was vile tasting stuff and she coughed and spluttered but still could not move as the large woman was draped over her still. When she finally did move Julie barely got time to gulp in some much needed air when Little Mama appeared standing over her and presented her foot to Julie, coated in her own sex. "Kiss it! Lick it clean, it's your mess anyway." Julie opened her mouth and took the whole of her foot into her mouth, gagging when the little bitch wriggled all her toes in her mouth all the time frigging herself until she came too, shooting her cum all over Julie as she gave her a foot job. The two freaks climbed into their bunks, telling Julie that she hadn't earned a bed yet so she curled up on the cold, hard floor. * Somehow Julie found sleep eventually but just as she had slipped into it she was awoken. It was still dark, the other prisoners were not due up for an hour but three guards came into the cell grabbed Julie and dragged her out without very much resistance. "What's going on? Where are you taking me?" Slurred Julie as she fought to regain her senses from sleep. "Do not worry Yankee slut! You are going to spend a day in the hole then you will see the warden." And that was it as far as information went as the burly male guards carried her through the prison and out into the yard with day not quite broken yet. A searchlight focussed on the centre of the yard and they led Julie to it. There was a small hump in the ground and at the middle was a manhole cover. That was kicked aside and Julie found her body being dropped into it. Her legs were sheathed in what could only be compared to a metal coffin, they were pushed together and she could barely move them. Then a casing was wrapped around her arms and torso and locked with a padlock so that she was pinned in place, her head the only visible part of her about two feet up from the ground level of the yard. "What is this?! Let me out!" She got a slap across the cheek as she became hysterical and it worked, the blonde bit down on her lip and got a hold of herself as the slimy guard explained. "This, bitch, is the hole. It is for the fun of all the many guards who work in this prison. We are forced to see all these women moving around in this prison and you know it is too much for some of us, so to keep from the guards attacking any of them we have this. One lucky girl gets placed in here each day and the guards have somewhere to relieve their tension and stress. You see? Anyway, even if you do not you soon will! Goodbye Seniorita, I will see you soon I think." With the sun up the hole was a real uncomfortable place to be stuck. At about nine a shadow passed over Julie's face and while she was initially glad of the shade afforded to her she quickly realised that things were about to go up a notch. The male guard that stood over her was smoking a cigarette and while he held it with one hand his other nimbly undid his flies and released his long, slimy dick. It was mere inches from Julie's face. "So we have a Yankee in the hole today, always a pleasure to cover an American bitch!" The guard then began to hurriedly wank himself off and Julie suddenly fully understood what she was going to be doing there. For a while she could not help but watch him manoeuvre his dick so close to her face but as it came close to the point of climax she screwed her eyes shut, determined not to get any cum in her eyes. She felt it though as a spurt of thick, creamy cum splattered against her forehead and then a second and then a third, diagonally lashing the blondes pretty face. The guard grunted and took a drag on his cigarette as he squeezed out the remnants of his load into her hair. When he had done that he stubbed the cigarette out on the metal casing that Julie was trapped in and cleared his throat to spit in her now open eyes. "Fucking bitch." He muttered as he left her there and Julie began to realise the fact that having cum slime its way down your face is not pleasant, especially when there is nothing you can do to wipe it off. Worse still even as she blinked his spit from her eyes she could see another uniformed prison guard making his way purposefully towards 'the hole'. A day in 'the hole' amounted to 12 long, hard hours. Julie was amazed at the number of males that worked in this female prison. It seemed as soon as one greasy spic had finished wanking off and covering the American blonde with his cum he was replaced by another. Before 10 am Julie's eyes were pretty much gummed shut being a popular target for the men. It was a day she would never forget and her previous cock teasing days seemed so far off as she stood unmoving in the hole and was continuously used as a cum depository. Even once her face was pretty much completely covered the men still kept coming (and cumming!) her hair became more of a target and her neck and by mid afternoon her whole head just felt like a giant cum ball. When she was finally release from the hole she had her hands cuffed behind her back so she could not wipe any of the mess away and she was led the long way through the jail so that all the other inmates could see her and pass comment on her state - they were not kind. She was taken to the shower room by herself by a couple of guards and then pushed under a hot shower that slowly washed away much of the cum from her and she was finally able to just about open her eyes again. But it is not a good position in a any jail to be naked, handcuffed and alone. Some of the guards had waited until the sexy American was brought in and were determined to do more than just blow their load over her pretty face. She felt hands on her hips, pulling her thighs apart then a hard dick pressed between her ass cheeks searching her pussy out. She gave a cry of surprise but realised she could do little to stop this so settled for biting her lip and enduring this. Rough hands reached around her torso and pinched her nipples and she felt bristle on her chin from the unshaven bastard. Then a grunt and a shove and he was in her, fucking her under the water. Julie was shoved forward, her face against the tiles and taken like that fucked while helpless in the shower. It came to an end as whoever it was came deep inside her. She heard steps leaving the shower and just lay there until guards came and pulled her to her feet before leading her through the prison to the Warden's office. The Warden was a greasy man with a large moustache. Julie had a sneaking suspicion that it had been him that had just fucked her in the shower room but had no way of knowing. He was the type of guy that even a cock hound like Julie would not have touched with a barge pole before this. He waved the two guards away and that left Julie standing naked and handcuffed on one side of his desk while he leaned back in a large leather chair and lit a cigar and spoke to her. "So you are the Yankee drug dealer that has all my guards and prisoners so excited? Maybe it is not so good to have such a beautiful slut in my prison." Julie stood and listened not sure what he meant by this. "You saw today how hard life can be here in my prison, did you not? If you are assigned to the wrong cell it could make your sentence feel even longer, could it not? And I hear you were a great favourite in the hole so I might feel duty bound to send you there some more. Yes life could certainly he hard here, could it not? However, life could also be easier for you my dear. In fact I could arrange for an early release for you if you are agreeable?" It was just what Julie wanted to hear, she would have agreed to pretty much anything by that point. She smiled encouragingly and nodded for the warden to go on. He smirked in return and did so. "I have my own little business in the country. What you American's might call a Bordello." Julie looked blankly at him. "A brothel, my dear, a whorehouse." That, the blonde understood. She was shocked but still listened. She was open to anything if it meant not enduring a day like that day again. "If you agree to work there for three months then I will ensure you are given parole at the end of it, having made me a nice pile of money." Julie wasn't the brightest and blinked a little. "You want me to be a whore, a prostitute?" The Warden nodded. "And you'll free me? I can go back home?" Again a nod. "Then I guess I have to say yes." * A week later the Mexican papers reported the escape and death of an American prisoner from one of their infamous women's prisons. Julie Duncan was an American citizen convicted of drug smuggling and her family was shocked to learn of her crime and subsequent demise in a fire at a local house where she had apparently been hiding out. In common with many funerals in Mexico the body was buried almost immediately to prevent any risk of disease. Of course Julie herself knew nothing of this story as she was settling into life at the Whorehouse and counting down the days until (she thought) she would be free again.... TO BE CONTINUED. Julie's Just Desserts It was like being trapped in some bizarre cock crazy dream, being stuck there while random strangers came up to her and spunked all over her face and chest. However, as the day wore on and her craving to taste the cum and the cocks wavered she became increasingly sure it was no dream, this was real, she had been kidnapped and was now being used as a cum dump! With the sun getting higher and higher in the sky, and with a seemingly never ending stream of guys lining up to shoot their loads on her face Julie wasn't sure if it was sweat or runny cum that was dribbling down her face. Whichever, she wished she could get her hands to it to wipe it out of her gummed up eyes, nose and mouth. Her craving for cock and the cum had dissipated over time as had her foggy memory all that really remained to return of her sense was her voice. But as it was all she could do was kneel there and watch one dirty Mexican after another (recognising many of them from the village) approach her and shoot cum all over her. She was tired, her throat was parched, her face felt horrible and sticky and she wanted to know what the fuck was going on, why she was being treated like this. Didn't these idiots know she was an American citizen? Then a break, after the last nervous local had shot a thick load of cum all over Julie's mouth and lips it wasn't a man that replaced him -- it was a woman! And Julie vaguely recognised her as the girl she had drunk with the night before. A groan came from Julie's mouth as she tried desperately to ask what was going on. Salma knelt beside her and busied herself with a small spatula collecting a lot of the cum off Julie's face and chest and wiping it into a glass of the drink from last night. "Well hello my American slut friend! It looks like you have had quite the time of it today. All these cocks for you and no competition, just how you like it I imagine." Julie tried to speak again but it was an indecipherable mumble. "Hush now, I'll explain everything for you. You see we women in the village thought that as you seemed to be so keen on men, or rather so keen on their cocks that we should see it as our duty to help you get as much as you could ever possibly want. That drink you had last night? I told you it would blow your mind and it will, literally. See I am putting as much cum in it as possible today. Yesterday there was just the barman's cum in it and look how you felt this morning, how desperately you craved cum, imagine what you will feel like with all this in it" And at that Salma held the cum clogged glass up for Julie to see. There was still a slight green tinge to it but by and large the glass was clotted with a lot of the cum collected off Julie's face and chest. Again Julie tried to communicate, she could sense her voice coming back to her but not quickly enough to try and reason with this woman. She felt like she was trapped in some strange nightmare and was unable to wake from it. Salma stirred the thick concoction with her spoon right in front of Julie's eyes, stirring it slowly to let the American girl see how thick and cloying it was. She reached out and held Julie's chin and throat and tilted her head up while also easing Julie's lips apart, she didn't have the strength to close them again. With Julie's head in position like that Salma held the glass over her mouth and tantalisingly slowly tipped the glass over and dribbled the drink into her mouth. It seemed to go on agonisingly slowly for the brash tourist, she became acutely aware that many of the men and women of the village were around them in a wider circle, watching this unfold. But none seemed to want to interfere or help here. The first heavy drip exited the glass and slowly moved down from it in a long, sticky trail until it landed, perfectly on Julie's tongue. It was followed by more until Julie could feel and taste the drink on her tongue and slowly heading down her throat. She so desperately wanted to be able to close her mouth to this but was completely unable to. As the thick cloying liquid entered her stomach she felt all light headed again and within seconds was once more unconscious. * Hours later in the bar in town, all the tourists and out of towners had left the bar but it was still unusually busy when the bar owner locked the door. However, for once drinking was not the main reason for being there. A room just off the main bar was kept for special occasions or functions and right at that moment it was locked and in darkness and deserted except for Julie. She knelt on the wooden floorboards patiently, like a dog waiting on its master. If she had wanted to escape the room should could not, each of her ankles and wrists had a leather strap tightly knotted around it then tied to four metal rings in the floor. But escape was barely on her mind, somewhere in her subconscious she knew she did not want to be there but further forward in her mind there was only thoughts of com and of cum. She was hot and sweaty and dusty. She had been there like that for hours now with no attention paid her and she desperately wanted attention, she craved it. She could just imagine all the men out there in the main bar, where all the noise was, all those men and all their cocks. She craved their attention. She pulled yet again at the straps that held her, not to effect an escape but rather in the vain hope she could gain enough purchase to reach one of her hands to her pussy in an attempt to sate her burning arousal. She was frustrated yet again. All at once the room was flooded with light and noise. Julie looked up through dopey, glazed looking eyes and blinked under the invasion of light. Men and women spilled into the room all staying a certain distance from the restrained American, all observing her with various degrees of derision and lust. There were almost thirty people in the room by the time the last entered and closed the door behind them and it was a hot, sweaty enclosed place with people up against each other all circled around Julie. She should have been terrified at what might happen but instead she was excited, at last she might get some action! Some of the braver men went first, dropping the front of their trousers and pulling their dicks out, waving them at Julie just inches from her face. Her eyes lit up at the sight and she strained against her bonds to get her tongue nearer them, she felt like she needed dick, any dick, so badly. The women, and there were plenty there, sneered and laughed at Julie, their memories of how haughty and superior she had acted still fresh in their heads. How they enjoyed the American prickteaser being reduced to this. Literally a mindless cock crazy animal unable to resist her primal urges for sex. The men were in full on teasing mode, slapping their dicks around, goading Julie as the came agonisingly within touching distance of her body only to pull away. She was almost slavering and salivating there as her mouth watered at the prospect of cock. But it was not her mouth that would first taste cock late that hot and steamy night. Julie did not even realise the man had come that bit closer from behind her until she felt his hands on her sweet ass cheeks, prising them apart and sliding a slick finger down into them. She reacted to that all right but she could do little more than strain her neck and peer over her shoulder at what was going on behind her. It was s short, hairy, squat local that Julie would not have given a second glance a night ago but now the stubby, fat cock he held in his hands was the most desirable thing she had ever seen. He slapped her ass hard, much to the delight of the throng before pulling her cheeks apart and bending down to insert his cock in Julie's ass. It was a tight squeeze and Julie's felt her ass being pushed open by his dick and wished that he would use his cock on her pussy or her mouth but still felt some arousal at his anal penetration. Then he was in her and pumping away from behind and the crowd cheered and laughed and Julie stretched in her bonds to accommodate the ass fucking, As she rocked back and forth her mouth hung open, pleading silently for attention too. She needed to taste cock too. But for the moment that was not going to happen, everybody had been told to let Hector (for it was he balls deep in Julie's asshole) to assfuck the American whore first, it was his birthday after all. It was quite the spectacle for all the other watching locals, seeing Hector pump his fat ass quickly in and out as he assfucked the stuck up America tourist and her seemingly loving it and gagging for more male attention. There was an animalistic quality about their coupling, what with Hector resembling a fat pig (especially as he had stripped off) and Julie squealing and acting like a bitch in heat. Still though there was a part of Julie's mind that recognised how embarrassing this was for her and desperately wanted to regain control over the rest of her mind and body. It was a struggle she could not win however, as she was like a junkie needing her fix of cock and cum right then. Hector finally finished his performance, emptying his heavy ball sacs right inside Julie's asshole while he slapped her ass cheeks hard and cheered. The rowdy throng cheered with him and as he withdrew his, shrinking, slimy cock from her asshole one of his friends handed him a beer and he downed it in one. Salma let him finish then directed him as to how he could clean his cock. "Here, Hector, you enjoyed that, yes? Now take your penis and let the whore suck it clean, yes? Look how badly she needs it in her dirty mouth!" Salma's beautiful face twisted into a lurid leer as she said this and looked down at Julie. As dirty and disgusting as it was to take a cock straight from her ass Julie could not stop herself straining against her bonds to allow it into her bonds, much to the amusement of all the women present. "Stinking puta, you belong in a gutter!" spat one charming local as Julie stretched her neck to it's fullest to try and reach Hector's dangling cock. Inside she burned with embarrassment and shame but just getting the cock in her lips was a blessed relief to Julie, she registered the disgusting smell and taste but ignored them as she set to work sucking and cleaning his messy cock. Hector was delighted to have such a beautiful woman sucking on his cock so enthusiastically while swigged beer. It really was the best birthday present ever! But the night would not remain just about Hector, there were plenty other men there who would very soon getting their pick of which hole of Julie's to stick their hard cocks in. After Julie had licked all the detritus from Hectors dick he swayed back and was swallowed by the crowd. But he was quickly replaced by another stabbing a monster sized dick at Julie's gasping mouth. She literally had to stretch her lips apart to get it in but she was keen and somehow got it in and was starting to suck it hard when she felt another guy behind her sliding long, thin cock up her wet pussy. This was more like it! As Julie was being energetically spit roasted, her mind in ecstasy as she finally had what she so desired (cock) another couple of villagers came up either side of the guy fucking her face and began to masturbate. These poor souls were married and their wives would not allow them to fuck the foreign slut but did allow their men to jerk off over her. So while Julie gagged and struggled with the monster dick in her mouth her eyes were watching two more dicks in close proximity to her face. They came at almost the same time, creating a criss cross effect of cum right across Julie's forehead and eyes. Julie ignored the semen and concentrated on sucking the guy was about ready to blow his load and she wanted to taste every last drop. He came in an explosion in her mouth, immediately filling it and spilling some from the corners of her mouth. She sucked at it like a baby sucking her dummy, not letting go even when the guy fucking her from behind filled her pussy as well. More men followed, some in her mouth, some her pussy and a few in her ass, with the unlucky others just blowing their loads over her increasingly messed up face. Two hours after the bar had shut up each had had their fill except Julie who still desperately craved more cock, her hormones totally out of whack. Salma approached her with an empty wine bottle and squatted to be eye to eye with Julie as she spoke. "Your last fuck in out little village will be from me. I hope you enjoyed your holiday, don't hurry back, we don't like man hungry, American whores like you!" The fiery Mexican woman grabbed another bottle from a hand in the crowd and moved behind Julie. With no little difficulty Salma shoved one bottle up Julie's ass and one in her pussy, double stuffing her and began to fiercely pump both hands to fuck Julie's holes with the bottles. Salma had incredible zest and stamina and as much as Julie wanted her body to match it after a good twenty five minutes of hard bottle fucking the night overcame Julie and she passed out- a large smile on her face and dreaming of cocks. * The next conscious thought Julie has was when the taxi she was in the back of came to a screeching halt outside the airport. Her eyelids were heavy, her limbs ached and her whole body felt wrong. But her mind, despite a fog was back to thinking for itself, albeit very, very slowly. The driver turned in his seat and held out his hand and began shouting at her, obviously demanding payment and pointing at his watch. Without taking time to think Julie fished out her purse and paid the man. Seconds later she was stood on the pavement beside the large building with her case at her feet. She had spotted her airline ticket in her purse and handed it to a nearby airport worker and he pointed Julie to the far end of the building and pointed at his watch. "You better hurry Lady five more minutes and no more boarding on that flight!" he warned. Julie grabbed her bag (had she packed it? She struggled to remember) and ran for the opposite end of the building. While the details of her holiday still eluded her grasping memories she instinctively knew she just wanted to get home. She handed over her ticker at the desk and passed her suitcase through and followed the directions the booking clerk offered her. But as soon as she rounded the corner her heart sank. Six policemen were waiting on her, one with a sniffer dog and it immediately made its way towards Julie and began sniffing her handbag. She could only stutter and stammer in growing horror as she was led into a small room by the police and her handbag opened and found to contain a small white packet, which made all the policemen smile at each other. It was cocaine and had been bought with Julie's own money by Salma the evening before. "Young lady, I hope you like Mexican prison food, because I think that is all you will be eating for some time," informed a smiling officer as he clamped cuffs on the stunned tourist. NEXT: Julie -- The Prison Bitch