Ultra Pig. 2

He released my neck and I took deep breaths of air.

He stood in front of me again. "And of course they wouldn't let me do this," he added, hitting me hard in the face.

And he did it again, stronger.

And again.

And again. TAKE

The last one stung a lot.

"What do you say, faggot?" he asked.

"Thank you."

He kicked me in the balls, not strong but enough to make me twist in pain. "No, faggot. What do you say?"

"Hit me again, sir," I replied quickly.

I took another kick to the balls, stronger than the previous one. I struggled not to close my legs. "No!" he said, already angry. "What do you say when I hit you, slave?"

I licked my dry lips. "Harder, sir. Please, hit me harder."

"Like this?" he asked, handing me another slap on my red face.

"Harder," I moaned.

"Oh, like this, right?" he said, hitting the other cheek even harder.

"Harder, please," I exclaimed, even as my head was buzzing.

"Ah, I see now. You want me to beat you up," he gave me three more slaps, with his hand, back, hand. Then he laughed. "That's quite a job, whore. Maybe later. Now I want you to lick my dirty asshole. Lie down on the floor."

I did, quickly, relieved that he left my face alone for the moment, as it was starting to swell a bit. But pain is a fleeting thing. My mouth was already watering at the thought of having his ass in it now.

He stared at me as I lay down. "I haven't showered all week," he said, absentmindedly scratching his armpit. "My asshole has been itching since yesterday. I've thought a lot about your tongue there, cleaning me well. I imagined you didn't want me to clean my ass too much. I imagined right, you fucking toilet?"

"Yes," I said, looking him in the eyes. I've never been so hard before.

He sat on my chest and slid towards my head until his balls were on my face. I smelled a pungent odor, and beneath it a stronger smell coming from his ass. "It's a shame you're not always here to clean my ass," he said. "Think of all the toilet paper I would save. You would be my urinal and asslicker every day. But now..."

He moved towards me, putting all his weight on my face, fitting his asshole perfectly in my mouth. "Lick my ass, faggot."

I stuck out my tongue as he made some effort to push out his asshole a bit, and I was able to deep into his sticky, sweaty, dirty hole. The muddy taste was strong and bitter. Luis's shit. I was tasting Luis's shit.

He pressed harder against my head with his ass. "Yes, fuck, shit-eater. Put your tongue in. Lick my asshole where I shit. Clean it well, ass-licker."

I was in pig heaven. The ass hairs with Luis's shit essence were brushing against my upper lip and chin. My tongue ran across the entire outer surface of his asshole, and I could taste everything, even pushing it deep into his hole, mixing my saliva with all the sweat and essence of his ass, then the drops of the mixture fell into my mouth, covering it with his juices.

I felt him press harder, groaning as he opened his hole a little more to let my tongue in, unlocking more and more layers of his viscous tunnel.

"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "Fuck my ass with your tongue, slut cocksucker."

He pushed harder against my head, feeling his weight all over me, my head was pounding, strongly pressed against the wooden floor. But all my attention was focused on his dirty and wonderful asshole. The perfect connection between my tightly sealed lips against that hole, the shit dump. All well drooled and lubricated with my saliva between my tongue and his rectum.

He pressed again and this time he farted directly into my mouth. I only smelled a little as I briefly separated my nose.

"Fuck, yes, dirty toilet, eat my farts," he said, and started to masturbate, a sign that he was very turned on. He always preferred not to touch himself and fuck my mouth every time he wanted pleasure, but obviously in that position he couldn't. He squeezed a little, and let out another longer and disgusting fart in my mouth. It was an addiction.

"Clean all the dirt from my fucking ass, ass-eater," he growled, rubbing his asshole all over my face. I did my best to please him.

I was all in with his ass, making love to his asshole with my mouth, lips, tongue. Totally absorbed with him, wanting nothing more in the world than to eat his ass forever. Now I was taking wider licks with my tongue, trying to get the maximum taste possible, like licking an ice cream cone, and removing the brown and bitter remains of his last bowel movement. My job was to clean him, and I wanted him to be pleased with my work.

He farted again, and I took the opportunity to slide my tongue deep into his hole again, tensing my facial muscles to reach as deep as possible.

This time I felt something there, I think it was his shit that touched the tip of my tongue.

I think he noticed it too. He abruptly stood up and grabbed me by the wrist. "To the bathroom," he said. "Now."

Stumbling, I followed him down the hall, and to the first floor bathroom, "at least we're not in the entrance anymore," I thought.

And also: "Are we going to do that? Now? It can't be"

A cold sweat ran through me.

But he sat on the toilet, pushed me to my knees in front of him. "Suck my cock," he said, and didn't have to say it twice.

I took his cock all the way to the base in one go, squeezing the tip of his cock with my throat, I loved having his cock fully in my mouth and throat, his hard dick inside me giving him pleasure. Focusing on giving him the best blowjob possible.

He farted again and the smell reached my nose. I didn't stop deepthroating.

We had done this before, and my previous fear dissipated somewhat. It wasn't the other thing, at least not for now.

The muscles in his thighs tensed, and he started to poop.

He handled my head as I sucked his huge, hard dick, pressing my face against his pubic hair, and grunted in pleasure. "Well, bitch, suck that dick well. Eat it while I shit, you useless bitch.

That's what I did. I heard the crunching sound of his shit coming out of the hole, and how it then fell heavily into the toilet water. The smell was similar to when I was eating his ass, but more intense, fresher.

He let go of my head, "Suck well, damn it," he said in a tone that indicated I wasn't doing it quite right. I immediately increased the speed with which I moved my head up and down on his cock, giving my throat the fuck he couldn't have while sitting on the toilet, moving my tongue up and down along the entire length of his huge dick, gently nibbling the head and squeezing his glans with my throat when I swallowed.

Straining for his semen.

I wanted it in my mouth.

I craved it.

I heard another big log fall into the toilet bowl, it made a sound of relief and pleasure, he lowered his head and closed his eyes feeling the double pleasure as he was receiving, with this degrading act that only I of all the whores I knew was capable of doing.

For a few minutes, I focused solely on his dick, on what made him happier. He also stopped talking for a few moments, seeming satisfied watching my servitude towards him.

Finally, I gently massaged his balls to give him more pleasure. He let out an approving groan.

With a finger, I gently stroked from his balls to his perineum, and even gently pressed on his sticky and hot asshole.

He grunted, and came in my mouth.

He pulled my head back, leaving only half of his dick in my mouth, so I could taste all the cum that was on my tongue, I loved him intensely for allowing me this.

When he was very excited, he came strongly in abundance. I swallowed three large shots of dense and hot milk, wanting to get drunk with it, feeling the rush as I filled myself with his delicious cum. I loved swallowing his semen.

Little by little, the semen shots decreased in intensity, I swallowed the last one, savoring it, keeping his soft dick in my mouth, pampering it and treating it exquisitely.

He was no longer pulling my hair, now he gently massaged my head.

From experience I knew he became less intense, almost a nice guy after cumming.

But I also knew that when he got hard again, he would be twice as much of a bastard as before.