By anonI had to hide my erection, which was sticking out and making me walk like a creep. I have to say, those sluts who just walked past me were hot. Still young, with perky tits that swayed this way and that. They were coming off the beach and all had those overly zealous, bitchy faces, like they'd taken the art of sucking cock to heart."They'll probably go get fucked by some asshole who'll treat them like dogs and spit on them. Maybe even some black guy with a big dick," I thought to myself. It was the act of sucking balls and imagining their still-fresh little faces with their big tits hanging down that gave me a massive hard-on. I had to readjust my dick and I could already feel the precum getting wet inside.When I turned around, it was their big, firm, tanned buttocks shaking all over the place that gave me another hard-on, like a rhinoceros horn. I imagined my nose buried in them, all that sexy meat suffocating me. "I wonder what it must smell like, though, an asshole as pretty as that," I thought to myself. "What wouldn't I give to sniff it for just a second, to bury myself in a smelly paradise for a brief moment. I'd even give up my PC, you know. Just for a moment of infinity."That moment of infinity, I had chased it all my life, and I had never been as close as I was in Tokyo, where I volunteered for some bizarre porn film. They laid me in a pit and covered me with a platform until only my head remained uncovered. I was about to get a face full of it. Then, a Japanese girl, probably in her twenties, sat down in front of me, lowered her pants, and then planted her asshole right in front of my nose. An invitation to sniff.It unlocked something in my brain, being like that, like a shit-eater, with no more dignity than a fly you squash without a second thought. She was crushing me with her beautiful white ass and she started making me swallow her lunch. At first I spat it all out, I vomited, but she didn't give a damn and she gathered the pieces one by one to shove them back into my mouth with tweezers, until I swallowed them all, and she even made me eat the toilet paper she'd used to wipe the shit that was still stuck to her ass.I was over the moon, but I still had to stay in bed for a week because my stomach hadn't appreciated it. I kept replaying in my head the look she'd given me—hard, cold, contemptuous. It was when she looked at me like that that I felt alive and useful for the first time since I was born. I wanted to tell her to take me in, to feed me her shit for days, weeks, until I died with a smile on my face. Septic shock
Monica, we had connected through one of those websites for degenerates. "Full time slave looking for a cruel and violent mistress. $100,000 a year." For her, it was an insane amount. She lived in one of those industrial cities along the Volga, whose existence was almost no longer justified after the fall of the USSR. I had sold my small apartment to get that money. I didn't need it anymore. Besides, I wasn't even planning on coming back.The thing that struck me about her photos was the almost ethereal beauty of her features. Red-haired, with Pippi Longstocking-style pigtails and a band of freckles that went from cheek to cheek, she had eyes of such a light blue that one wondered if they were natural.She looked more like a caricature of the ideal Hitler woman on a German propaganda poster than the image I had of a typical young Russian girl. When I first saw her at Novgorod airport, something struck me. She was identical to the photos she posted, but her gaze, her eyes, were devoid of any soul. Eyes of an unimaginable pallor in which malice, selfishness, and disdain for other humans were all too apparent. The eyes of a creature who had never had to lift a finger for anything, who lived a life isolated from all labor, and who, as if jaded by the ease with which men fulfilled her needs, reveled in cruel and indecent acts just to feel the faintest hint of emotion in her heart.She had what looked like a homemade doghouse at her place, which she pointed out to me without a word, and which had surely been built by one of her Ivans in exchange for a feverish romp. She put a chain around my neck and tied me to the doghouse. I was trapped like a rat.Few words could describe the suffering and misery I endured during those months. And yet, each of these memories is precious to me. Monica was a first-rate sadist, a bitch, a loveless whore. She used me like a filthy public toilet, smearing it everywhere and then making me lick the floor clean until my saliva made it shine. She splattered everywhere. My tongue had licked every nook and cranny in search of puddles of urine, which I greedily sucked up, so there was never any need to vacuum. Sometimes, I could glimpse the shadow of a smile on her angelic face during a difficult moment when the shit was particularly foul and atrocious to swallow, and I felt a newfound zeal within me that made me redouble my efforts.Over time, I had become so accustomed to the taste of her excrement that I could guess precisely the type of cuisine and sometimes even the dish she had eaten for lunch or dinner the day before. A piece of poorly digested chili here, a kernel of corn there. I had developed a sense of pride in unmasking, beneath their filthy appearance, the dishes that my mistress deigned to share with me.However, this diet came at a price. Although sometimes supplemented with leftover rice or expired vegetables, I had become skeletal and malnourished.
Good job, it gave me thee boner
I know what you're thinking. Why inflict so much suffering upon oneself? Why destroy oneself to this extent? What could possibly drive a man to abandon life and seek refuge in the arms of filth and the denial of his own humanity? It's simply God. Yes. Each of these acts, which might seem absurd, were in reality attempts to merge with the eternal. By making the ultimate choice to renounce free will and devote myself entirely to the worship and contemplation of female orifices, I drew closer to the divine.For what else but the hairy, vulgar cunt of the most beautiful woman, that grotesque and gaping hole, the instrument that creates life and annihilates will and dreams forever unrealized, what else but the foul-smelling anus of a young woman in bloom, that blackened stain that contrasts so sharply with the pale beauty of a lovely goddess, a source of nothing but stench and filth, despite the softness, the beauty, the sweet fragrance of a still-fresh female body, what else could be more incredible to revere than the complete negation of a young woman's aesthetic perfection, so naively cherished by the simple-minded without embracing its entirety, without being utterly attracted, shocked, and disgusted by this violent mix of such extreme contrasts? In short, without feeling that nanosecond of eternity in the lowest baseness, crushed under the weight of the hidden and forbidden place, that monster of ugliness that I call god.It was with a contented smile that I often listened to my mistress's one-night stands moan with pleasure. As they emptied their seed into her carrot-haired hole, they imagined they possessed her, had conquered her, understood her. Poor fools. They had only experienced a fleeting moment of heaven, when her warm pussy greedily welcomed their spunk. They were then nothing to her, shells that had only tasted the sweet side of the divine being without ever being satiated by its sour side, so essential to the alchemical mixture of eternal life. As for me, I had devoured her entire being. I possessed her to the very depths of her intimacies, her forbidden secrets, down to the smallest beauty mark in the crease of her buttocks. She possessed me body and soul. We were in perfect harmony.I had tasted spicy diarrhea, various illnesses that made her urine bitter and dark yellow, and her excrement green and wavy. Her periods held no secrets for me, I knew their exact dates, their taste. She, whom men worshipped like a god and showered with ever more gifts and offerings, she surrendered herself to me in the most complete and exposed way possible. I had seen God in his most extreme nakedness.
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