Here is a true story about one of my favorite encounters:
In the dim, fucking sleazy light of the living room, I, BiBottomCocksucker, was already drooling for some nasty cock. The air was thick with the stench of raw lust, every breath making my dick twitch with need.
I locked eyes with this beast of a man, his stare promising to ruin me in the best way. No words were needed; his hard-on bulging through his pants said it all. I dropped to my knees like a greedy little slut, the carpet scraping my skin as I yanked down his jeans. Out sprang that cock—nine inches of thick, veiny meat, dripping with precum, begging for my mouth.
I didn’t waste a second. My lips wrapped around it, tongue lapping at the salty, musky head. I sucked it like a fucking pro, spit and precum making it a sloppy mess, gagging as he rammed it down my throat. His hands gripped my hair, forcing me deeper, claiming my mouth like it was his personal fuckhole.
But sucking wasn’t enough for him. “Bend over, you filthy slut,” he growled, yanking me off his cock with a wet pop. I scrambled to obey, bending over the couch, my ass up and ready, my hole twitching for what was coming.
His rough hands spread me wide, spitting right on my tight hole. Then that cock—still slick from my own spit—pressed against me. The first push was fucking intense, stretching my tight little ass open, forcing its way in. I felt every inch, the burn of that thick meat splitting me apart, hitting my second sphincter and making me scream with pain and pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, his voice dripping with lust as he pounded into me. Each thrust was brutal, my ass taking that cock like it was made to be fucked, the sound of his balls slapping against me filling the room. My hole stretched wide, gripping him, the feeling of being so full driving me fucking wild.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving my ass gaping and hungry. “Turn around, taste your ass, you dirty bitch,” he ordered. I spun around fast, my mouth open, eager for it. That cock, slick with my own ass juice, went straight back into my mouth. The taste was nasty—my musk mixed with his precum—and I fucking loved it. Ass to mouth, I sucked it clean, my tongue working every inch.
But he wasn’t done with my ass. He shoved me back over the couch, slamming that cock back into me, fucking me even harder. My hole stretched and burned, taking every brutal thrust, the sensation of being used like a cheap whore making my cock rock hard without even touching it.
He pulled out again, and I was back on my knees, sucking that cock fresh from my ass. Ass to mouth, over and over, the taste of my own hole becoming second nature, the filth of it making me hornier than ever.
Finally, his grunts got louder, his thrusts into my mouth more desperate. With a deep, guttural moan, he unloaded, his cock buried in my throat, pumping hot, thick cum straight into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, the mix of cum and my own ass juice coating my tongue, my body shaking from the raw, filthy intensity. I was wrecked, humiliated, and fucking satisfied.
