Author: Daddy Walker Title: Syndrome Keywords: MF ws anal scat Msolo -------- Syndrome I'll never forget the time the doctor told me I was a mongoloid. It happened a few years ago now, on one of my first business trips for the company. It was an unexpected hold after a medical routine investigation. At first, I was just asked to sit and wait for another 20 minutes, but it was the sort of hold that ended up turning into hours, sitting in a dry, hot waiting room. The guy started to check up on me every now and then, always telling me to stay while they looked into one more, last thing. And then he finally came walking down the corridor with a folder under his arm and a look of professional neutrality on his face. He asked me to join him in another room. I followed him, feeling strangely blank inside. If I was to have imagined this moment, I would have imagined terror, anxiety, or just anything apart from the plain normal. But as I walked behind him, there was nothing in my mind but thoughts of the bland color of the hospital walls, and the weight of my jacket and my bags in my hands. It wasn't cancer. Instead, it was the most bizarre thing I could have ever imagined. He didn't really use the word M-word, because it wasn't exactly the truth. He told me he didn't know very much, but he had gotten me some papers faxed to the hospital, and I could have them to read later. I suppose we talked some more, but I never really got around to asking anything. Everything was spinning around in my head. He let me go pretty quickly, knowing I had a conference to attend in the morning. Once I was out of the hospital and finally had some food again, the nausea really kicked in. And once I took the last train out of town and got to where I was going, what little, restless sleep I got didn't do anything to help. The next day was tough. When work was finally over, I went back to my room to do some reading about myself. What followed was possibly the longest, strangest night of my life. In the morning that followed, I started out as a wreck. After an hour and a half, on my first cup of coffee, the nausea finally broke, and then my brain started dealing with the situation in the way it deals with everything. It told me I needed to fuck, hard. It didn't take long until I sat there in the middle of a conference room, actually feeling the precum starting to ooze out into my shorts. Inside my head, every fantasy I'd ever had and hadn't lived out came back to haunt me. I started picturing every woman in the room as lusting, cock-craving fuck-sluts. I was mesmerized by their bodies, by the suits packing in their firm, smooth tits and asses. I started imagining myself tearing through pants and panties, forcing one slut after the other to bend over the table, filling their tight cunts and colons with my sperm. I knew there would be nothing else on my mind that day, no matter what I tried to do about it. I excused myself at the first break, and everyone I was with understood, knowing how I'd felt the day before. Once I finally got to close the door to my hotel room behind me, I got out of the suit in a second. I remember stopping naked in front of the mirror, watching my well toned, hard earned muscles, thinking to myself that this is not the body of a retard. Then I lay down naked in bed and started masturbating. I swear to god, my Cock has never felt that good in my entire life. My long, heavy, stiff cock, squeezed by my hard fist. I spent a long time, maybe an hour, overwhelmed by perverted lust, stroking my leaking erection, just lying there with a growing mix of squirted piss and precum on my stomach. I was looking for a thought to cum to, and I just kept prolonging the pleasure, feeling that it would be a waste to have my first orgasm as a bona fide mongoloid to any of the ordinary, uninspired obscenities. It wasn't until I thought about the retards that I hit the jackpot. The images of their slobbering lips and spastic twitches, and of my cock sliding inside one of their crooked, warm bodies, finally gave me what I needed. At the thought of pressing myself down on and fucking myself into a hairy, mongoloid cunt, I started shooting long strains of hot, thick sperm all over myself. After I had emptied my balls, it took me about a second to fall asleep, messy and spent. I came four more times, falling asleep between each. I always woke up to the same thoughts, imagining my greasy, stiff cock sliding between a pair of soft mongoloid tits, or pushing inside hot, tight, retarded cunts or assholes. I just reached down and resumed my stroking. I survived that day on peanuts and crisps from the mini bar, along with an old sandwich left from the trip, and I was out like a light by 6 pm. I slept until the sun woke me the next morning. As I staggered into the shower, I felt somehow like I was at least partly back on some kind of track. I had a purpose to my life. I was out to conquer again. ... As it turned out, after I went back home to my wife, my normal life soon recaptured its hold of most of my attention. Between that and all the other things I suddenly felt compelled to try out, I didn't attend to my new desires for some time. It wasn't until several years later that I found myself in another hotel room, suddenly realizing how long I had been waiting for what I was about to experience. I was on a special date, except she hadn't arrived yet, and I was busy preparing. The bedding from our hotel room was safely tucked away in a closet, replaced with my own, and I had covered the mattress in a huge plastic sheet under the normal ones. I had also rolled up towels and placed them on the floor all around the bed sides. You can never be careful enough when you're meeting with a strange mongoloid. When I was finished, I was getting horny to the point where I could barely sit down and wait. I grabbed a beer to calm myself, turned on the TV, and noticed that, on this particular day, CNN was mentioning something about Israel and the Gaza. I had met this girl on one of my horny days, after I had stumbled into a forum for people with the syndrome, hunting, and she and I had soon started chatting. She had seemed normal enough over the internet, except for that every time I would use a dirty word she would be all over me, provoking me for more and more. You could almost sense her insane excitement over the computer. When she had calmed down, she would sometimes try to apologize for her earlier behavior, saying that it was all because of the syndrome. I guess I believed her. I've always heard that us retards are supposed to be extra horny and perverted, right? After about 3 months, things had started to get intense. We were arranging entire evenings of masturbation, where I would pretend for my wife that I was working late into the night. I would dictate the girl's every twisted move for however long it took, and let me tell you right away, the things she had to do to herself for proper satisfaction were pretty twisted. There was nothing I didn't like about her. She seemed to be pure filth in a way I had given up on a long time ago. From the photos she sent, she even appeared to look good enough. She had a slim body, perky tits, and an ass that, like most good asses, looked like it could give your cock all the squeezing it would ever need. I'd never had any trouble hiding anything from my sweet, loving wife before, but this situation had really started to get out of hand. I started persuading the girl to meet, and after a little time we picked a city and a date. I was on a nearby trip with work, and we were meeting afterwards at a restaurant she had chosen. ... Once I had left my hotel room and came to the restaurant, I saw her almost immediately. She was sitting alone at a table waiting for me, looking quite amazing. She's small and short with long, straight brown hair, and a pretty, kind of innocuous face. For those who want to know, I have been described at times as decently looking. I'm slightly taller than average, and pretty well built by now, closing in on my forties. She had almost no sign of her condition, although I noticed pretty soon that the back of her head looked visibly larger than normal. She used her hair to hide it to good effect. It turned me on. Everything about her turned me on. It started mostly like a regular date, but by the end of the meal, it was starting to become clear that things were about to heat up a lot. She was touching me with her feet under the table and looking at me with glossy, excited eyes. She started the game with one, far from innocuous line. - "I'm so full in my tummy sir! I think we might have to go soon..." Now there's something you don't hear from every woman. She kept her eyes on me, waiting for some sort of confirmation. I had known her long enough to know what was expected of me. - "Don't you think we could have just a cup of coffee first?" She panted silently and then sat there, looking for a second as if she was about to loose control right that instant. She calmed down, looked back at me, and answered quietly. - "Are we going to do the things we talked about, afterwards?" I left her question unanswered, turning to get someone to bring coffee, and when I looked back she was leaning forward, looking me in the eyes with the most seductive, subordinate facial expression I have ever seen on a woman. She spoke quietly, just inches from my face. - "I love you! I'm gonna be your slut!" We took our time drinking the coffee, and she was squirming slowly in her seat. The sight of her caused a swelling in my pants. Every now and then she would speak, always looking down into the table like a shy little girl ashamed of herself, always saying essentially the same thing. - "My stomach is so full from all that food!", or - "Oh, I don't know if I can take it much longer..." The only thing that changed was the way she said it, more and more like a naughty little pervert-girl. She was working herself up and it showed. Once we finally left, it had turned chilly outside. She turned around and kissed me. I wanted to rip her clothes off right there on the pavement, but I controlled myself one last time. - "Are we going to the hotel now, sir?" - "Tell me you're my whore!" She didn't even hesitate. She looked back at me with total abandon in her eyes. - "I'm your dirty fucking whore!" - "Good girl!" We left, and we arrived at the hotel a couple of minutes later. She stopped outside the door, and I looked back at her. She looked like she was fighting a stomach cramp. She was standing in her short skirt and pantyhose with her legs slightly spread and an arousing look of effort on her face. She relaxed and looked up at me. This time her face looked a little worried. - "I'm so full sir. And I'm so sick and dirty..." I just looked back, feeling myself lusting for that tight body. - "So let's see if we can't get you inside and try to find a good way to make you empty again..." She moaned and threw herself at me again. All the way up the elevator she kept kissing me, grinding herself against my leg, and moaning. She kept pulling her mouth from mine, just to whisper something quick and dirty up into my ear while she pressed her cunt against my thigh. Before long, we were on the bed, trying to undress with our mouths locked to each other. Once we got the last of our clothes off, we were just lying naked next to each other, waiting for the last, inexplicable shy tension to break. She had about two weeks of short hair on her pussy. It looked absolutely perfect. I reached out and touched it. She bucked back at me and panted, and my fingers were soaked in warm cunt juice. Her cunt lips were extremely small, in a way that made her cunt look stretched open and a little weird. Her left breast was noticeably smaller than the right one. She was just a perfect little freak. She looked up at me. - "Are we going to do it?" I almost didn't have any time to answer before she climbed on top of me. I smiled up at her. - "Go ahead!" I felt a slight push against the head of my cock. After that, there was almost no resistance, she just coated my entire shaft in warm juices as she swallowed it up in her fuck hole. I noticed that she seemed to weigh almost nothing. Her smooth body was just sliding over mine as she fucked me. She started kissing me wildly, almost slobbering for a few seconds as she lost herself in some sort of ecstasy. Her cunt was so wet that our crotches seemed to be making almost the same noises as our mouths were. It really didn't take more than a few seconds until her moans started getting a lot louder. It seemed like she was about to cum right away, but before I found out, she stopped herself and just lay there, looking down at me. She appeared to look for words, breathing heavily. - "Please..", she begged. - "Please what?", I replied, with something that I hope resembled a cruel smile on my face. - "Can I do it, sir?", she answered. - "Do what, slut?" - "Can I shit, sir?" I told her yes, in a less eloquent way, and then I kissed her again, muffling her moans. I knew she would do it. I put my hands on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. She was standing on her knees in the bed, fucking me slowly. I had a perfect grip on her ass, and soon I could feel her muscles tensing and relaxing through my fingers. A few seconds later I could even feel the movement inside her through my cock. She made an aching sound of pleasure. This was definitely something new. I felt her stomach move against mine at every push. It didn't take long before her asshole opened. I looked up at her, trying to fuck her back as calmly as possible. She looked back at me, with an expression of fascinated ecstasy. - "I'm doing it! I'm shitting!" She started humping me back, quickly, without control, just sliding back and forth along my shaft with the piece of shit sticking right out of her ass. She was screaming and grunting, but she he didn't last longer than a few bumps and grinds. - "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uuhhh... Yeaahh, I'm so nasty! Nasty fucking shitwhore... I'm gonna... Oh, fuck... I'm gonna cum!" I felt her stop, and then her cunt mound started squeezing me over and over in a fast rhythm. She spent a few seconds just lying on me, grunting hard in pleasure. When she was starting to calm down, the thick piece of shit sticking out of her ass finally slipped out, falling down into the bed and landing with a heavy thud. Everything was quiet for a while, and then I reached in to probe her ass with my fingers. She was almost, but not completely, clean. - "You're a sick little shitgirl, do you know that?" She seemed to to really enjoy the feeling of my fingertips against the messy hole. She just panted softly for a few seconds. Then she looked up, answering with a dreaming look on her beautiful face. - "Yeah, a shitgirl. Such a slimy little shitgirl... More, please..." - "You're cunt slime, and your ass and your mouth are just holes to be used!" - "Yes! Use my mouth! I'll do anything for you! My mouth is your hole! Please..." As she was begging me for more, she started to fuck me again, slowly. Eventually we were back to just fucking harder and harder, and since I wanted to see what she had done, I was slowly bringing us up to a sitting position. I held myself up by leaning on my arm, looking around her body, and she just kept rocking up and down my cock. We both ended up with our eyes fixed at the big, thick cylinder of shit, lying in the middle of the bed. She spoke to me, mesmerized by the glistening, brown material. - "I want to be your whore. Really, nothing but your whore! Is there something you want me to do to do, sir?" When I looked behind her, some things that I might want her to do became pretty clear to me. I started slowly lowering her down on her back. She looked over her own shoulder, down at the packed dark sausage I was laying her down next to, and she just looked back at me and smiled. I reached over and held her hair back until she was safely on the sheet. I was sitting up on my knees, and I got her legs over my shoulders, pressed down over her, bending her, and looked into her face. - "You'll do anything, won't you?" - "Yes, anything! Please, do it..." She was such a good little retard. I felt her cunt squeezing me like a vice. She was lying about 2 inches from her own shit, and I reached down and pushed her face towards it. I saw her smiling under my hand. I held her there for a second, watching her mouth touching it. - "Kiss it!" She pressed her lips against the steaming matter with a look of satisfaction on her face. When I let go, she turned her head back up at me, licking her lips shiny clean. - "You're a filthy little fuckwhore, do you know that?" - "Yes, I am!" - "You're going to lick your own shit for me, and I'm going to fuck you hard! It's gonna hurt, and you're going to like it! Aren't you?" - "Yes I will! Please do it..." I couldn't control myself any longer. I reached down and grabbed her head hard with my hand, digging my fingers into her skull. I twisted her head back towards the shit. She just looked at it for a second, and then she slid her tongue out of her mouth and pressed the tip into the firm matter. At that point, I launched myself into her as violently as I could, stretching into her bottom. I saw her jerk, whimpering slightly, but she didn't stop licking. She just traced her tongue slowly through the shit-substance, plowing a shallow furrow. Her eyes were turning sideways up towards mine, eager to service. The pleasure of her cunt-walls drove me to pound myself even harder inside her, but there were just short flinches of pain on her face, followed by determined moans of encouragement. It wasn't long until I couldn't hold back. My eyes turned to the shit-coated tip of her tongue. I pressed myself into her soft cunt one last time and then I let go, pumping what felt like an endless flood of sperm into her womb. I made sure I landed on the other side of her head when I collapsed into the bed. After I'd rolled off her, she got up and into the bathroom. I remember feeling an irrational worry that I'd crossed some forbidden line with her, but it was soon clear that she was fine. I lay there in a daze as she was cleaning herself, and then she came back next to me. She was stroking the hairs on my chest, smiling. - "That was fun! What do you want to do next?" She got up, half on top of me, half on my side, and she looked down into my face. She seemed a bit over- energized. - "Are you going to fuck me in the ass now?" I was beaten, but managed to show at least enough enthusiasm for her to keep talking. - "My ass is still really full though.", she said. "Full and dirty. I think I should empty it completely first, just for your cock..." I was too tired to respond properly right then, but fortunately she didn't even seem to notice. She was a strange girl. It was very entertaining to just sit there and watch her. She kept squirming, kissing me constantly, licking me, sliding her cunt against me. In the end, we agreed that we would have something to drink before she got another chance to show me what a hot little freak she really was. There was a look of horny expectation on her face when I poured us glasses of white wine. She seemed unable to keep quiet even for a second. - "So... Where do you want me to shit sir? It was a little bit difficult last time, I think I have to sit in another position." I figured out a solution to that particular problem. - "How about the foot?" I pointed at the foot of the bed. It wasn't that high, about a foot up from the sheets, made of inch-thick wood. - "You can sit on my hands or something, if that will help." I was sitting next to her, stroking my fingers up and down her sexy, misshaped little tits while she moved around, moaning and talking to me. - "Yeah... I'm so hot! My ass is so full, and I'm going to shit so fucking hard right in the bed. Yeah.... I'm so fucking filthy.." She was completely lost again now, but I sat still long enough to get a taste of my wine, gathering my energy. She ended up sitting on my hands at the end of the bed. I held them around the edge of the wood, kneeling down on the floor in front of her. She was leaning forward slightly, supporting herself with her legs on my shoulders and her hands on my head. I was pressing my face into her pubic hair, having to reach out with my tongue to get to her clit, ending up supporting an unhealthy amount of her body weight on my nose. My fingers hurt, and I was struggling, but it worked. She was gearing up for her sick pleasure, and I could feel her ass muscles moving against my hands as I listened to her voice above me. - "Oohh, yeeaaah... I'm gonna do it now! I'm gonna take such a good shit! Ooohhhh, god, I can't believe it! Fuuuck..." I was massaging the soaked opening of her sex with my fingers and sliding my tongue through her cunt slime. Her stomach muscles were moving against my forehead. She turned silent, and for a few seconds she just sat still, concentrating. Then, at one of her pushes, I could actually hear the sticky sounds of her asshole opening up on the other side. - "Oohh, god yes! Keep eating me! I can feel it coming! Fuck! Fuck! I'm shitting! It's coming out! Yeaaahhhhh...." I flicked my tongue as hard as I could across her clit. She just kept grunting, juicing all over me and pushing with her entire body. I felt a slight tremor through her when the first piece slid out, and I heard a thump from the bed followed by a relieved sigh from her mouth. The first thump was quickly followed by two more, and then she grabbed my hair harder, pulling me into her cunt. - "Yeahh! Eat me! Eat me! I'm such a shitty little whore!" She was holding me in place, rocking hard against my mouth. - "Shitwhore! Shitwhore!", she screamed. "Yeaaahhh, I'm gonna fucking cum... Keep eating me! Keep going! Oooh god yes! Yeeaaaaaaahhhh!!" She started shaking, squeezing my head with her legs. After a couple of hard jerks, she was calming down, and eventually I could lower myself down, relieving the strain on my shoulders. She looked beaten, and I picked her up and carried her to the other end of the bed, putting her back against the wall. She sat still, staring blankly at the brown pieces of shit a few feet away. There were four of them, including the old one. - "I've been such a messy girl..." I sat down next to her, and started stroking her hair. - "Yes you have. It's hard to believe all that filth came from your sexy little asshole." - "You have to punish me..." - "No. I'm not gonna punish you, I'm going to reward you. Just the way a little shitgirl would want to be rewarded." I sat down next to her, armed with my old wine glass. She re-energized pretty quickly. As I drank my wine she offered to clean the bed, and although her logic was lost on me, I didn't object. I just sat back and watched. She got up, and in a very careful way she took her warm shit in her hands, carrying it into the bathroom two pieces at a time. It really wasn't something you see too often. Then she cleaned herself in there again before she came back out. She looked spotless, and the only traces of our games were stains on the sheet. - "I cleaned my asshole for you sir, but may I go pee before you use it?" I saw no reason to stop her, and I decided to stay sitting, and see how her little game turned out. I was leaning against the wall, and I spread my legs apart a little, to make room for her in the middle of the bed. She climbed up. - "I need to go so hard, the bed is going to get so soaked..." - "So what are you waiting for?" - "Oh, Ok..." She squatted down, and just sat there for a few seconds before the first drops started squirting out. Then the torrent started. It's quite a thing to see any woman pissing like that, and she wasn't just any woman. I had myself a dirty, pissing mongoloid between my legs. I had to grab my cock, hardening at the sight of her spraying cunt. At first, the liquid collected in pools around her toes, but soon they were beginning to overflow, and the wet splashing increased. By now, the piss stood in a straight, bright jet between her cunt lips and the mattress, and the little slut just kept going. I felt the sheet starting to soak under me. I jerked off, watching her until the stream from her piss hole subsided. The last drops fell into a warm lake of urine in the center of the bed. I wanted more. - "Lie down here, and suck my cock!" She did as she was told without a sound, just looking at me in satisfaction as she lowered her body down. I saw her tits break the warm surface, and then the liquid immersed them completely as her weight was shifted forward. Her mouth covered the tip of my cock. As she moved, she brought the piss with her and gave my asshole a warm bath. For a short while I listened to the sounds of her body moving as I enjoyed her mouth. Then I grabbed her head and started pressing down, fairly gently. She slowly worked her way further down my cock, following the lead of my hands, and soon I felt her choking very pleasurably around me. I let her go. When she came up for air, her hair was dripping, soaking in piss. - "Do you like choking on my cock, slut?" - "Yes! Please use me! I want you to do anything you want!" - "Good girl!" I pressed her down again, hearing her last sharp breath. This time I pressed harder and deeper. I felt her gagging and swallowing around me, fighting to accommodate the invading flesh, and then, almost with a pop, the tip of my fat cock slipped deep down her gullet. I held her there for a while, moving slowly, watching her cramp when I tickled her throat reflexes. It was the perfect cock massage. I kept her around me for as long as I could, but eventually she was allowed another breath. - "Do you still want more, cock-whore?" She looked up at me, red in her face and still short for breath. Strands of choking slime were hanging from her chin. - "Yes, please, give me more! I'm your whore!" I gave her a couple of more breaths, and then I pressed her head down again. Almost immediately after she had swallowed me, I started trying to piss. It took some time, and in the end I saw her starting to fight for air. But I could feel the piss starting to flow out of my cock. She convulsed hard around me now, but I held her down as long as possible, keeping the flow up. When I finally withdrew, still pissing in her face, she choked and spewed up the warm liquid all over me. For a few seconds, she lost control over herself and panicked. I stopped the stream into her face and waited for her to calm down. As she did, she resumed her look of obedient satisfaction. - "Did it feel good to be my toilet?" - "Yes sir, please use me more. I want it!" The girl was amazingly damaged, in one of the best ways possible. I lifted her up and sat her against the wall. Then I stood up over her, feeling her urine trickle up between my toes. I was standing with my legs on each side of her head. My cock was still hard. - "Do you want me to shit on you, toilet?" - "Yes, please god, shit on me! I want it, please do it now!" I lowered myself down over her, and she immediately grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled them apart. Within a second, I felt her warm, slippery tongue up my messy asshole. She sucked away the old piss that I'd been sitting in, and she moaned in ecstasy right into the shit packed opening. I stood there, enjoying the soft tonguing, but after a while I realized that I didn't really enjoy the standing. After some moving around, I ended up standing on my knees, straddling her chest. She was sucking my cock, her fingers were gently probing my ass, and I held her head between my hands, moving her back and forward. I could feel myself relaxing, and when the pressure built inside the end of my bowels, my cock started feeling even better inside her mouth. In a sensation of complete fullness through my entire crotch, my ass opened up, and all of a sudden the log inside me was moving out. For a long time now, I had wanted to shit on a freak, but I had never expected it to feel this good. There was nothing in my world but her wet gums, her fingers, and the thick log of shit, crawling out through my asshole. I was pulled from my trance when I felt her touching the stub that was sticking out of my ass with one of her hands. I paused for a while. Her other hand had moved away, and I realized that she had started to finger herself. I looked down into her face, and she looked back, sucking me. - "You're really a disgusting little shitbitch, do you know that?" I could feel her moving, masturbating harder, and she sucked harder on my cock. - "If I would take a shit in your mouth, you would suck it in like my cock, wouldn't you?" She moaned into my cock, and I actually felt kind of proud of myself. I could clearly feel her fingers gripping the shit rod sticking out of my ass now. - "You're gonna cum while I shit on you... Go ahead, show me what kind of a sick slut you are! Cum for me!" Her eyes were closed by now, and I only had to sit there and watch her rub herself for another few seconds. She tensed up in another fast climax, shaking and sucking almost desperately. When she had calmed down I shifted my position a little and pressed, and the massive shit protruding from my anal opening started sliding out of me again, down over her chest and stomach. There are no words to properly describe the delicious feeling in my ass as I expelled the fat turd on her. I grabbed her head hard again and started fucking her mouth. She was sedated by her orgasm, but she kept closing her lips around my shaft, still encouraging me. I looked down into the face of my toilet whore, and felt the stimulation from the moving shit rushing my cock towards orgasm. I held her head firmly, and drove myself as hard as I possibly could into her mouth. The tickling massage from her gags brought me over the last edge, and I started pumping her full of hot sperm. After I had regained my senses, the long turd had finally been broken, and when I looked back I saw a fat snake lying over her stomach from the edge of her pubic hair up to the inside of one of her tits. Her arm reached around it all, still fingering her cunt. I sat down next to her. It seemed like she sort of faded in and out of a state of pleasurable trance. Soon, she was holding the long, brown shit rod with both her hands, and she carefully slid it down between her cunt lips. I watched her in fascination for a few moments. She was bucking up in arousal, fucking herself against her new brown dildo. One of her hands wandered up to her breasts. I remember getting up to grab a bottle of water from the mini bar and returning. She looked up at me and started talking. - "You've made me come three times!" - "So, have you had enough yet?" She closed her eyes again, stroking the filth on her stomach. - "No.. I get so horny from the shit on my skin. I need more, please give me more..." I had to sit down and start drinking, catching my breath. - "I don't know if my cock can take it just yet." Her eyes were closed now, and she masturbated herself harder. - "Please... In the ass... You have to do it! You don't have to wait until you're all hard, you can hurt me. I need it!" When I didn't answer she looked back up at me, begging. - "You can do anything you need to. You can choke me again. You can piss on me. You can hurt me bad, I don't mind! I just want to feel it in my asshole!" Actually, her words were pretty much enough to get me there. I reached between her legs and started fingering along with her. We stayed like that for a while. My fingers looked big next to hers. Seeing her twist and moan made my cock slowly grow thicker. I began fisting myself. When I had been half hard for about a minute, I decided that it was time. I grabbed her body roughly and turned her over. She moaned as she landed on her stomach in the cooling piss, and I never really figured out if her excitement came from my brutal treatment or from the piece of shit squashing between her breasts and the bed. I got her up on her knees and grabbed my cock. - "Are you ready to hurt?" - "Yes, hurt me! Hurt me bad!" I put the cock head against her asshole with nothing more than a little saliva as lube, and I pressed hard. Her first scream was mostly in pain, although it felt pretty good at my end. By my next thrust, her voice had shifted to a sound of, at least strained, pleasure. Once I was really inside, I restrained myself enough to not damage her for real. She relaxed more and more, and soon every one of my soft beats against her ass cheeks resulted in a deep, ecstatic grunt from her other end. I watched my cock growing hard inside her, sliding through the tight hole into her stomach, and after a while I could hear her getting more and more lost in pleasure, screaming "Yeah"'s and "Fuck me!"'s at every movement. I reached around her, found her clit, and started caressing it. The piss in the bed caused a squish at each of my thrusts, and I looked up to see her laying with her mouth opened in a puddle, tasting it. She reached in under her stomach to the unmashed part of my shit still laying there. I watched her playing with it as she kept sliding back and forth over the slippery mess between her breasts. I leaned forward and spoke down into her ear. - "Take your hand out! I want to see you holding it!" After a few seconds her hand came out, with the fingers wrapped around a broken-off piece. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning into the bed. She reached in and got another piece of filth out with her other hand, and then she just lay there, holding them. I stopped fucking to watch her, my cock sticking straight into her embracing asshole. - "So, bitch, I have been saving a lot of my piss for hours now without any proper relief." She lay absolutely still, with a dreaming look at her face. - "I am your toilet! Please use me! I want to feel your piss inside my body!" She just waited for me while I tried to relax. Soon I felt the flow starting. It's always a little strange to piss when you can't see it like that, and at first I wasn't really sure about how hard I was going. But in about 5 seconds she started panting. - "God, it's so much! I can feel it filling me! I can feel it!" I was no where near stopping, and I just kept going, pissing her little stomach up like a balloon. Her ecstatic voice kept giving me reports of my progress. - "Ohhh, It feels so fucking good! I think I'm swelling! I can feel the pressure! Fuck, yeaahh!" She definitely seemed to be enjoying it more than your average assfuck. Suddenly she clenched both her hands tight, and I got to see the sticky, brown material squeezing out between her fingers. She started fucking her asshole back against my still pissing cock, and then she started screaming. - "I want to cum! Ooohhh, yeaahhh, keep filling me! Fucking toilet Bitch!" She slapped her right hand back in between her legs so hard that you could hear the wet shit in her palm smacking against the cunt flesh. She rubbed furiously for a few seconds, and then she started shaking in orgasm once more, screaming loudly. I could see her asshole cramping around my cock, over and over. When I was done pissing, I leaned forward again. - "I have some cum for you with that, shitgirl!" She didn't answer, she just lay there with her eyes closed. I grabbed her and started fucking her harder. I think she moaned to encourage me, but I didn't need a lot of encouragement. I held my eyes fixed on her overloaded shithole as I fucked her, building up a perfect orgasm. It only took a few seconds, and then I felt myself cramping all the way inside, shooting my sperm out into the piss filled intestinal balloon surrounding my cock shaft. I showed her the courtesy of pulling out slowly, and as I lay back in bed, I was rewarded with a very amusing performance when she tried to make it into the bathroom. ... With the help of a lot of showering and some new sheets, we actually managed to turn both her and the place back to normal again. We spent most of the rest of the night drinking, pissing, and being very bad freaks. Somewhere along the way I remember us planning our breeding of a new race, a new population of retards to save the planet from the pious and impotent. Details are hazy, but I think that it unfortunately included having to wipe out a lot of decent, ordinary people, seeing as religion and churches had bred too much dumb obedience and fear of pleasure into the populace over the centuries. But I guess that if you feel that you are part of the slim percentage that still has an intact, perverse genome, or if you're just plain mongoloid, why don't you let me know, and I'll put you on our good list... dirtywalker@gmail.com