"Wreck me. Snuff me. Dump me in the filth.
Wreck me...Mmm... Snuff me. Dump me in the... Gasp! Filth!
Wreck me... Pant! Snuff - Oh god yes! - Snuff me... Dump me in the... Fuck... In the filth."
My breathing is shallow and ragged as I repeat the mantra over and over, eyes closed in humiliating, submissive pleasure and need as I work the vibrator into my ass with my right hand. My left hand is mercilessly pinching and twisting my nipples, expensive silk shirt torn open at the front and my full breasts pulled partly out of the cups of the lacy bra I'm wearing. The tight, black trousers I had been wearing, which show of my toned dancers legs and curvy ass perfectly, have also been pushed aside, pooling around my ankles, the skimpy white thong sitting just below my knees. All so I can have unhindered access to my tight ass and drooling cunt as I squat over the disgusting hole below me.
"Wreck me... Snuff - Fuck! - Snuff me. Dump me in the, unf, the filth."
It's the last day of the festival, and I even snuck past the cordoned off area for the already full latrines before picking a stall. It's nothing but a hole in the ground with some rough, wooden planks hastily assembled to serve as seat. The heat is making the disgusting brownish mix of human waste below me smell even fouler, nearly making me retch, and definitely contributing to the incessant throbbing of my depraved clit. The overpowering stench that hit me when I first opened the door had forced me to take a step back, flies buzzing around me as I took several deep, calming breath before I entered the stall. I had closed the door behind me, but left it unlocked, the risk of discovery enhancing my submissive and humiliating thrill.
"Wreck... Wreck me. Snuff me. Dump me in the filth! "
My eyes are screwed shut as I ram the slim vibrator up my protesting ass, the tight hole burning in pain as I force it open repeatedly, making my slick cunt and swollen clit throb with need. I claw mercilessly at my exposes breasts, pinching my right nipple hard between two nails, making myself cry out and gasp in pain. I look down between my legs and notice a used condom floating around amidst the cigarette butts, toilet paper, and worse, and imagine myself ending up like that. Filled with cum and then casually thrown aside, my purpose served. Only worth in the fleeting pleasure brought to others, then trashed. Single use, destroyed for someone else's enjoyment, and afterwards just dumped with the other human waste. It's a powerful, heady thought, and I can feel a shiver of slutty Need run through me, making me squirm and grind my ass down on the vibrator.
"Wreck me. Snuff me. Dump - "
There's a sound in front of me, a breeze of fresh air, and a lessening of the all-encompassing stench. There's a figure in the door, outlined against the sun, and I gasp in shock, my face flushing in humiliation and my mouth hanging open as I struggle for words. He takes half a step forward, blocking out the sun, and I can see him properly. His hair is greasy and unkempt, hanging limply around his unremarkable face, several days of stubble on his chin, and he looks like he hasn't washed for at least a week. He's wearing a faded leather jacket on top of some death metal t-shirt that's stretched over his gut with various blots and flecks of dirt. His jeans are torn and holed, with streaks of mud and god knows what else going up past his knees, equally dirty combat boots appearing under them. He looks me over slowly, no emotion evident on his face as I sit frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights of an onrushing truck. The only sound is the distant bass of some band I've never heard of, and the buzzing of the vibrator in my ass. He takes a pull on the cigarette in his hand before flicking it into the filth between my legs, and then smirks cruelly.
"Hello whore." His tone is cheerful, mock-pleasant, his voice gravelly and hoarse. "Do you know who I am?"
I shake my head in denial, not because I don't have my suspicions, but because I'm praying to every god I've never believed in that it isn't him. Anyone but him. Please, please, please, don't let it be him. Even so, I can still feel fear and panic rising in me at the thought that it might be, and as I shake my head weakly, refusing to acknowledge what I'm almost certain is true, I can feel my treacherous cunt drooling with fresh arousal at the thought that it is him.
"No?" He sounds amused, still using that same mock-pleasant tone as he tilts his head slightly sideways, feigning hurt as he regards me. "I don't think that's true. I think you know exactly who I am. Don't you, - "
At the name he uses, a sob escapes me and I shake my head even stronger, my worst fears and my slutty hopes realised in the same instant. He didn't call me by the name my parents gave me, or by any of the nicknames or petnames friends and lovers have given me over the years. He used the name I picked for myself, the name I use in That Place, and in That Place only. It's not even a name, not really. Just a word to identify myself with, but he used it, so he knows exactly who I am. Knows me in a way that no one else does, even though we've never met before. Knows all the secret and horrible things I fantasise about when I'm alone at night in my bed. Knows the horrifying Need living inside me, the Need that has brought me to one terrifying orgasm after another. The Need that brought me to this place. And all that also means that he can only be one person. The person I feared and hoped he would be.
"Well... If you really don't know who I am, I'll just be on my way and let you get on with... Whatever it is you were doing." He winks lewdly and turns slightly to the side, as if about to leave. I can feel a tremor of mixed relief and panic run through me, but am also unable to stop a slight whimper from escaping my mouth, making him pause and look right at me with that same cocky smirk. It's not like he's good looking - quite the contrary, really - but he's got me, and he fucking knows it, the prick.
"If you do know, however, I want you to get into position so I can get started. And you know exactly what position I mean, don't you whore?" I nod helplessly, my face burning, tears of fear and humiliation running down my cheeks as I get up awkwardly. I let the vibrator slip out of my ass and fall uselessly down on the muddy ground where it continues buzzing noisily as I turn around and kneel down, feeling cold piss against my bare knees as I lean forward over the disgusting hole, the reek overwhelming, making me retch and dry heave. I continue sobbing noiselessly, tears running down my face, smearing my perfect makeup before dripping into the liquid filth below me.
"Mmm, you look even better than I'd expected. A real high class bitch, aren't you? Lovely soft skin, delicious. I think I'm going to enjoy this..." As he talks, I can feel his rough, uncaring hand moving over the small of my back, down my ass, the back of my thighs, and I let out an involuntary shudder of disgust as I imagine him leaving his dirt on me, but make no move to stop him, nor do I protest. He slides his hand further down my shapely leg, and there's a rustle of clothes, then I sense him straightening back up, and I look fearfully over my shoulder at him.
"What's the password to your phone?" The mocking quality to his voice is gone, and he mostly sounds bored now as he holds the expensive piece of electronics up, looking at me expectantly. For a fraction of a second I consider denying him, or at least asking why he wants it, but then he nudges my calf with the toe of one heavy boot, and all thoughts of resistance leaves me as I stammer out the numbers, the first words I've spoken since seeing him.
He spends a minute fiddling with my phone while I wait in terrified anticipation, staring wide eyed at the disgusting liquid in front of my face, trembling with lust, fear, need. There's an odd ripping sound, and then I feel a heavy hand between my shoulder blades and I let out a squeal of surprise as I'm pushed slightly down, my face dangerously close to the oily surface of the foul mixture below me and fear lances through me as I think he's going to push me down. The pressure evens out though, and then his other hand enters my field of vision, holding my phone, now with a piece of duct tape attached to it, and I realise he's merely bracing against me as he leans forward. He attaches the phone to the rim of the hole opposite my face, then stands back up and answers my unspoken question.
"I thought all your friends would appreciate seeing your face as I use you, don't you agree? So I got your phone recording, then I'll put it on your Facebook when I'm done with you."
Submissive, humiliating Need pulses in my traitor cunt as I look straight at the camera, my face flush with shame and desire as I whimper out a quiet "Oh god". Then he's kneeling behind me, I hear the sound of his zipper, and I feel the hot, moist tip of his cock against the back of my thigh, and I imagine it trailing a mixture of disgusting liquids over my pristine skin.
"Come on whore, you know what's next. Let me get a look at the hole you're offering, see if it looks like it's even worth the effort." He sounds impatient, and I screw my eyes shut, unable to face the recording phone and everyone who knows me as I carefully extract my arms from under me. As I reach back to grab hold of my own curvy cheeks, my upper body is left in a precarious situation, supported only by my chest resting against the rough, wooden rim of the nasty hole, my shoulders and head hovering above the brownish mixture as I obediently spread my cheeks for him.
"Not bad... Looks nice and tight, you been keeping it that way for me?" I squirm at his words, unable to suppress a depraved sense of pride at his approval, wanting him to enjoy using me as much as possible.
"Now, you were saying something before I interrupted you... Don't you think you should repeat that for the camera?" The mocking quality is back in his voice, and I shake my head at the thought of humiliating myself like that.
"Say it. Say it, or I leave, and you can return to your secret fantasies and your pathetic vibrator." I let out a defeated whimper as I hang my head forward, choking out the damning words between sobs. I've barely started before I suddenly feel a strong hand fisted in my hair, close to the roots, just above my neck, and my head is yanked back brutally. I let out a shrill scream, surprise as much as pain, eyes flying open, staring straight at the phone hanging in front of my face. My breathing is fast, shallow, and my eyes must be wild.
"Look at them, so they know you mean it. Look at them, so they know you want everything I'm going to do to you." He's growling the order out as I look at the recording phone and picture all of my friends, family, everyone I've ever known watching, and I shake my head helplessly. "Fucking pathetic. The single purpose to your entire worthless existence is the pleasure I'm about to take from your hole, and you can't even admit it? Good thing for you actions speaker louder than words, then. Just remember, keep those cheeks spread for me. My pleasure is the only thing that's important here, nothing else, agreed?" He lessens his hold on my hair minutely, and I manage a small nod, dizzy with lust.
There's a moments pause as he adjusts his hold on my hair, tightening it, making it impossible for me to face anything but the recording phone, and then I feel his cock between my cheeks. It's fat, not the biggest I've had, but well above average, and certainly much bigger than the slim vibrator I'd been using. It also feels sticky, disgusting as he rubs it between my cheeks, over the tight ring of my pristine ass. I wonder if he's got any STI's, and shudder at the thought, and some bizarre, rational part of me wants to stop him, ask him to use a condom. The bigger part of me, the dark, slutty Need he named earlier, knows that it doesn't matter anyway. Once he's done using me, nothing will ever matter again.
Then he's pushing forward, and I can feel my perfectly manicured nails digging into the supple flesh of my ass as I let out a pained whimper at the growing pressure. I try to relax, to take him, but I'm far too tightly wound to do that, and my ass remains clenched shut. Instead he has to use brute force, but I doubt he minds that. A short, sharp cry is torn from my throat as the head of his cock finally slips into me, stretching my doomed hole painfully wide, and I gasp for breath as I try to get used to his size. He doesn't give me much chance, as the moment the head of his cock is in, he's pushing forward, forcing several more inches into me as my ass burns and clenches weakly. Then he starts pulling back, making me breathe out in relief as the pain recedes, but a moment later he's slamming forward again with such force that my entire body rocks, his hand in my hair the only thing keeping me in place.
He's fucking me slowly, using deep, hard thrusts to force his cock into my ass as it screams in pain. He pulls back slowly, and then slams back in, working his thick cock ever deeper into me, making me wonder just how long he is. In the fleeting moments of clarity when the burning agony radiating from my sphincter doesn't blank out all rational thought. I'm dragged roughly back and forth in time with his thrusts as well, my lithe dancer's body offering little resistance against his harsh thrusts, the rough wood of the seat scratching the soft skin at the top of my breasts. With every hard thrust, my face is pushed down against the reeking filth below me, and with every thrust I'm saved by his hand yanking my hair painfully, pulling me back ever so slightly before the next brutal thrust.
I don't know if it's real, or just my fear addled mind, but despite him pulling me back, it feels like the foul smelling sludge is slowly inching closer to my face, and once my ass has loosened, the pain receded somewhat, I find myself whimpering out a litany of "No, please no, god no, no, no, please god no.", the same three words repeated over and over as I dig my fingers into my cheeks in panic, as if that will somehow save me. Another minute pass, and there's less than an inch between my face and the liquid filth. I struggle to make myself let go of my cheeks, the normal, rational part of my brain desperate to brace against the horrible hole and push myself up, back away. The part of me currently in control, the horrifying slutty Need living inside me, knows that the only thing that's important is his pleasure. Letting him enjoy my body to the fullest, no matter how horrible the consequences for me. If keeping my cheeks spread lets him fuck my ass just a bit deeper, enjoy using me just a tiny bit more... It's worth it. He's the man who decided to use me up, and I will offer everything I am for his pleasure. The constant, throbbing need in my cunt leaves me helpless to do anything else.
In the end, I simply squeeze my eyes shut, tears of pain and humiliation flowing down my face as I curse everything that brought me here, wishing away every time I've orgasmed imagining myself in this exact situation, every forbidden fantasy of my curvy ass and shapely legs sticking out a trashcan, a toilet, a landfill, my sexy, yielding body brutally used up and then casually thrown away. Most of all, I curse the man behind me, curse what I fear and hope he will do to me, curse how he knows me far too well, being able to offer me everything I hate to want, hate to need. Cursing myself for being unable to deny his offer, deny him.
"Remember, slut, hands on your cheeks, keep them spread for me." He doesn't say more, doesn't have to. I know what's about to happen, and I dig my nails hard into my ass, juices running down my legs in anticipation of the humiliation.
There are a few more thrusts, then I suddenly feel a slight loosening on his hold of my hair, and I just have time to screw my eyes shut and close my mouth.
The soft splash is the most disgusting, liberating, horrifying and obscene sound I've ever heard, signifying the moment my face connects with the horribly oily surface of the foul substance. It's also the moment my fate is sealed, all hope I of me leaving evaporating in an instant, but a part of me know it's the way I was always meant to end. The only way the Need inside me would ever want me to end. The only way the Need would ever let me end.
The first splash is over as quickly as it happened, just my chin pushed into the filth before he's pulled me back up, but the next one follows straight after, when he thrusts into me again, and again on the thrust after that, my face disturbing the foul liquid every time he slams into me, slowly pushing me deeper. The reek is overwhelming, and I can feel it clinging to my skin, unimaginable horrors floating around in the filth brushing against me.
At first I try to hold my breath, then breathe in through my nose, but his pounding is relentless, my body on high alert, blood rushing through me, and I can feel the need for oxygen. Eventually I time a careful gasp for breath just as he's pulling back, my head clear of the filth for a moment before he slams back in. For a minute or so it works, my gasping breaths carefully timed with his rhythmic fucking, and my momentary panic recedes ever so slightly. I'm still terrified - and disgustingly aroused - of the entire situation, of what I dread he will do to me, but my immediate fear of getting the foul liquid in my mouth is lessened. Then suddenly, without warning, he does some kind of double thrust, only pulling back marginally before slamming forward once again. My head hasn't been pulled as far back as usual, my mouth just opening up to suck in a desperate mouthful of precious air when I'm pushed roughly forward and down.
My entire face breaks the surface this time, my eyes reflexively closing a split-second before being submerged, but my mouth is still open, my desperate attempts at breathing only serving to suck in more of the reeking liquid filth. I sputter and gasp, disgust and panic suddenly filling my mind as he holds me under, his thrusts paused momentarily. The taste defies all description as the thick, lumpy sludge fills my mouth, and when I throw up bile, I'm thankful that my own vomit washes out most of the foul substance. After that I manage to close my mouth, my face scrunched up as I wait desperately for it to be over.
My lungs are burning with pain and my throat gulping uselessly, the taste of bile and filth mixed together filling my mouth. He's barely moving behind me, just grinding his hops down against me. I'm still clinging desperately to my plush cheeks, keeping them spread to ensure that he can bury every inch of his throbbing shaft in my bowels, still aiding his violation of my hole even as he holds my face down. Then, after what feels like a short eternity, my head is pulled up, forced backwards so I'm facing straight ahead as I gasp for air. He holds me there for a few seconds while I try desperately to regain my breath before he speaks, his voice cruel and mocking.
"Do you think your friends will enjoy this view, whore? See what you eagerly submit to for my pleasure." Humiliation burns through me as I remember the phone that's placed right in front of my face, and my eyes fly open, staring straight at the small camera as it records everything. I try to speak, formulate some kind of response, but in the end I simply stare at it, open mouthed as I pant for breath, the burning in my lungs slowly receding. I can feel him lean forward, his weight shifting against me where his hips meet my ass, where his cock enters my body, but his hand in my hair remains firm, and I'm surprised to find that I'm not pushed further down.
Then his free hand enters my field of vision and I see him grabbing the phone from where it is taped to the rim before he straightens back up. He doesn't say anything, or move in any way I can hear, but I can imagine the view of the camera showing the situation I'm in, making it clear that I'm not restrained, that I had every chance to resist, struggle, to prevent him from dunking my face into the liquid filth... Making it clear that I valued keeping my cheeks spread for his assault on my ass higher than avoiding that fate.
"God, what a whore she is. Maybe the most disgusting piece of human filth I've ever met." It takes me half a second to realise he's talking to the camera, not me, and I feel the shame pooling between my legs, warm, wet and sticky as he speaks. "Just look at her, eagerly keeping her cheeks spread for me even as I drown her in an overflowing latrine. Knowing that her slutty body is nothing but a toy for me to use and then throw away."
He pulls back further, his hand even leaning my hair, and I feel his cock slowly slip out of my hole, unable to contain a whimper of mixed loss and relief that it's no longer filling me so completely. Even as he stops touching me, I remain fixed in my position, face burning in humiliation as I kneel over the disgusting hole, obediently keeping my cheeks spread, trying not to clench my hole shut, but instead leave it gaping as he films it.
"Nasty little single use slut, wanting to do anything, sacrifice everything, just for my cum. I suppose what's left could be fished out of the pit when I'm done with her but... I really don't think it's worth the effort. She'll be nothing but another piece of human waste, like a used toilet paper. Fulfilling her purpose, then dumped where she belongs." I can feel wetness running down my legs as he describes my end, cunt clenching greedily around nothing, unable to resist squirming slightly, rubbing my thighs together, desperate for any kind of stimulation.
"Just look at the whore!" He barks out a short, cruel, laugh, but the added shame only fuels my need as I rub my thighs against each other, eyes closed, breathing shallow. "I just described what'll happen to her, how she'll end, and that is her reaction. You see, she deserves everything. I'm doing her a favour, really, fulfilling her lifelong fantasies of... What were those, slut? Tell your friends what you were saying when I found you.
Shame, fear and disgust are nearly overwhelming me, but the Need has only grown in strength from the humiliating ordeal he has put me through, and from the knowledge of what's to come. I feel like I'm another person, looking at myself in horror as I turn my head to look right at the camera over my shoulder, a terrible sense of clarity coming over me for a moment.
"Wreck my hole. Snuff my ass. Dump my worthless carcass in the filth." I turn my face back forward and wriggle my hips in invitation, eager to have his cock in me again. I feel his one hand on the small of my back, pushing me down against the rough wood my torso is leaning on, and then the head of his cock is against my hole. "God yes... Come on, shove it in there and fucking DO ME!"
He lets out a dark, throaty chuckle that only makes me dig my fingers harder into my cheeks, making sure my hole is completely exposed for him before he finally thrusts forward. I let out a groan of pain as my ass is once again stretched open around his thick cock, eager for him to continue the abuse of my burning hole.
"Fuck yes, give it to me... Fucking make me take it, mmm... that's it, rip my hole open, just slam it in there and - fuck! - fucking destroy me." I don't know what's come over me as a stream of profanity spills from my mouth, urging him to use me harder, to destroy my agony wracked hole, and drown me in the latrine. I know that to make it less painful, I should relax, but instead I clench tightly as I push back against him, wanting to feel him ruin me, crying out in pain as his next harsh thrust tears through the weak defences of my tortured hole.
"Dunk me... Shove me into the filth where I belong, rape my hole and snuff me, fucking waste my sexy ass and dump it in the pit... Fuck..." He pauses his thrusts, and as I look over my shoulder to complain, I see that he's picked up my discarded vibrator, still holding my phone in one hand, recording everything.
"Look what you dropped, whore." He holds it up, smirking. "Straight from your ass, onto the ground... And I know just where to put it next. Open up." I let out an "mmm" of anticipation, making a show of licking my lips for the camera, tasting the foul liquid on myself but not caring. I eagerly open my mouth when he brings it closer to my face, closing my lips around it and sucking it deep, eyes closed in humiliating pleasure as I moan at the familiar taste of my own ass.
Then his hand is back in my hair, tightly fisted, pulling it painfully as he holds me in the position he wants, forcing me down. I try to continue pushing back against him, but he's holding me firmly in place by my hair, asserting his dominance. Instead I feel myself being pushed closer to the filth once again, hard nipples scraping painfully over the hard wood. I wait with a mix of emotions - dread, disgust, humiliation, and the constant, throbbing Need that's taken over my mind.
At first I try to breath around the vibrator, air whistling through my teeth , but it's slippery, and after a few breaths I drop it, feeling small drops of liquid hit my neck, the bottom of my face. For a moment, I see it float on top of the filth, then it starts sinking, and after a few seconds it's disappeared into the murky depths. I can't help wondering if I will sink or float, and an image enters my mind, unbidden but powerful equally parts terrifying and arousing.
I see myself floating on top of the reeking sludge, face down, long hair fanned out around my head, unmoving. Grime is caked on my soft, beautiful skin, limbs spread out around me. My curvy ass is spread just enough to reveal the red, gaping hole between my cheeks, a trickle of cum leaking out. The load I died for. Used up and snuffed by a cruel, brutal man who cared nothing for me. Whose name I don't even know, and I very much doubt he knows mine. And even if he does, he'll make a point of forgetting. I know him. To him, I'll never be a person, just "some whore I snuffed". Everything I am and ever could be ruined for his pleasure. All my memories, dreams and hopes, casually crushed and thrown aside for one single load of his cum. Just the way he wants it. "And just the way you want it too", the Need whispers in my head.
A shudder of fear and arousal passes through me, goose bumps breaking out on my skin despite the summer heat. I open my mouth to... What? Plead for my life? Ask his name? Beg him to remember mine?
It doesn't matter. Before a word has passed my lips, I'm pushed down hard again, my face once more breaking the reeking surface, and again he holds me under. Unlike last time, he doesn't stop fucking my ass, his thrusting relentless as he brutalises my hole, pushing me ever further down with each hard thrust, and I want to ask myself if this is it. There's no answer, only the wait as I can feel my oxygen slowly running out, lungs burning for air as the Need fights against panic to keep my cheeks spread for him.
The suddenly, I'm pulled back, desperately gasping for breath as filth streams down my face, unable to care about whether I swallow any of it as I suck in huge breaths of air. I'm still panting, the fire in my lungs only slightly lessened when he forces me back down. I just manage to suck in a last desperate mouthful of air before my face once again breaks the surface.
The process is repeated several times, my head forced further down into the filth each time he pushes me under. Each time I wonder if this is the last, but each time I'm pulled back just when I think I'm about to lose consciousness. I can feel my sensitive nipples mashed down against the rough wood as they're dragged back and forth repeatedly, until after one extra hard thrust my breasts fall over the edge and are hanging below me, suspended above the filth.
Eventually, his hand leaves my hair again, and I fall forward, barely enough strength left in me to keep my face out of the foul sludge on my own, but I manage, panting and sobbing with humiliation as my upper body is suspended over the reeking filth, his cock buried in my ass, unmoving for the moment.
I wonder what he's up to, as I feel him leaning forward over me, and I risk opening my eyes, blinking several times to clear the sticky slime away enough for me to see. My phone is once again hanging from the rim of the hole by a piece of duct tape, camera aimed straight at my face. I let out a small, desperate sob as I imagine what I look like, if I'm even recognisable, but then I feel his rough hands on my hips and his cock pulling back, and I brace for the next thrust.
There's a new sense of determination to his fucking now, hard, rhythmic thrusts as he slams his cock deep into my hole repeatedly, thrusting with purpose. The end is near, I know it and I take a split-second to make sure my grip on my cheeks is secure, keeping them spread wide for his pleasure. He's grunting above me as he pushes me forward with each thrust, no longer pulling me back in between, and I'm straining my back to keep my face away from the oily surface and the filth floating on it as I'm pushed further into the hole.
"Ready to die for my cum, like the single use whore you are?" He growls it out, his breathing ragged with pleasure or effort, and with the next thrust my head breaks the surface for the last time. I turn my head sideways, desperate to keep my mouth above the foul liquid and gasp out a final "Please!", but what I'm pleading for, I don't know.
It doesn't matter. For a few more thrusts I manage to keep my face partly above the surface, gasping for breath in between thrusts, but soon I'm too far down. My head is completely submerged, surrounded by the disgustingly lukewarm fluid, the surface slushing around my shoulders as he slowly but surely fucks me deeper down into the pit. I start clenching around his cock, as much as I can, desperate for his pleasure, his cum, as I feel finality close in around me. My lungs are burning for air as I imagine the view my phone is recording: my curvy body disappearing down into the filth, squirming weakly as I struggle to keep my cheeks spread for him through the growing panic, his filthy hands on my hips, fingers digging into me as he pounds my ass.
I can feel myself drowning, darkness closing in around my consciousness, and I cling desperately to the feeling of him in my ass, wanting more than anything to make him cum, the only purpose my existence ever had. I gasp for air, pointlessly, reflexively, filth filling my mouth, my lungs, making me cough and swallow and retch all at once. My body convulses, but then I feel it. His cock swells impossibly bigger, and I clench down hard as he buries every inch in me. With the first spurt of liquid heat shot deep into my ass, a calm sense of relief comes over me, and I simply am. I relish every pulse of his cock as he continues filling me up with spurt after spurt of his precious cum. Afterwards, I'm too weak to move, too weak to do anything, as I feel his cock slip from my hole before he releases his grip on my hips and I release the grip on my consciousness, letting me slowly drift down into darkness.