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I was hanging at the rest stop 10 miles from my home, sitting in a cubicle, when I heard someone come in.

He rattled the door and tapped his foot as a signal to open up. I did, and the door swung open.

He didn’t look like much, but I didn’t care. He was MALE. Fifties. Overweight. Not the ideal man to many, but to me an angel of deliverance. Looks can be deceiving, and that was confirmed when he unzipped and revealed a thick 7 inches.

I pulled down my track suit and sat back down on the toilet. He stepped forward and massaged his huge shaft on my face.

I licked my chops at the thought of that huge mushroom head entering me. His cock smelled like piss and shit, like it hadn't been washed in a month; though I'm a dirty slut who thinks nothing of eating a shitty brown hole, so an unwashed dick is small potatoes. I pushed my mouth over the head, which was fat enough that I had to stretch to avoid bruising him with my teeth.

I sucked him like his was the last dick on earth and began to beat his shaft in a cum producing rhythm. The Fucker loved it. About 5 minutes later he pushed my hand off his cock; and with his shaft still in my mouth, forced me back against the wall.

“Gag on it, cocksucker!” And he fucked my mouth.

Slow strokes at first, then faster, till his rod was deep down my throat. Gag I did, a number of times, which made him pause, stop, holding himself motionless in my mouth.

Oh, God! I’ve ruined it!

The first drops trickled down my throat, which became a shower, which became a torrent. It was impossible to keep up! I gulped and swallowed repeatedly, but the overflow dribbled down my chin, soaking my previously immaculate Tee.

When he’d completely relieved himself, he pulled out; and tiny droplets dripped onto my pubes and cock.

He told me to stand up and face the wall. An obedient slut, I complied. His hand pressed down on the center of my back, pushing me over. He positioned his piss-slickened cock between my ass cheeks, meagerly lubing me with a mixture of piss, precum, and spit.

Without further ado he forced the full length of his rod up my ass, right up to his pubes. It hurt so bad I could barely suppress a scream, let alone a whimper. No matter. He obviously didn't give a fuck about me as he piteously rammed deeper into my tight, stinging hole. I loved it. Not the pain. Cock up my ass. I’d do anything for that.

I knew I was completely impaled when his balls slapped my butt. He began to pound me mercilessly, on every stroke nearly withdrawing, then plunging back in so hard his balls slammed my ass. I’d never felt so horny in my life, and precum was oozing out of my piss-slit.

But it was his orgasm, not mine. He began to moan.

“You want to cum in me?”

“I’m gonna cum in you, regardless.”

Even his put-down, his disregard for the most rudimentary practice of safe sex, was a turn-on. A few seconds later he let out a grunt, and I felt that huge shaft pulse buckets of hot creamy jizz into my gut.

He withdrew, buckled his pants, and left. I stood there, legs apart, his sticky load trickling down my leg.

I sat down, humbly awaiting the next trick who might chose to use my spermy mancunt. I vowed from that day forth, to be forever servile to my fellow man, surrendering my body to holy manseed.

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