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I am a pig, a gluttonous and unapologetic creature of carnal desires. I revel in the stench of man, the taste of ripe dad holes, the feel of piss soaking into my skin, and the ache of my own need, unfulfilled for hours on end. My life is a never-ending cycle of hedonism, fueled by an insatiable appetite for pleasure. It's not that I don't know any better; it's just that I've never quite been able to shake off this primal instinct, this unyielding urge to consume, to devour, to experience everything that life has to offer.
So here I am, once again, at the edge of my sanity, my senses overwhelmed by the heady mix of potent musk, sticky fluids, and the pungent tang of sweat. I'm high as a kite, my head spinning from the fumes of weed and the sharp kick of poppers. And yet, beneath it all, there's a gnawing emptiness that refuses to be ignored. It's the ache of my core, the insistent demand for release, the promise of oblivion that only comes with the surrender to pleasure.
With a growl, I stumble forward, seeking out my next conquest. My eyes land on a figure down the alleyway, their body a study in masculine perfection. He's tall, broad-shouldered, and his cock is exposed through his unzipped wranglers. It's already half-hard and twitches enticingly in the dim light. Unable to resist, I approach him, my steps slow and deliberate. When I'm close enough, I reach out and grip his hardness, feeling it throb beneath my touch. His scent is intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat and musk that fills my nostrils and makes my head spin. I sniff at his meat hungrily and take his piss into my mouth, relishing the bitter tang on my tongue. With a groan, he pushes me down onto my knees, his hand tangled in my hair as he guides my head up and down his shaft.
I can smell the stink of other men's holes on his cock. the sweat, the piss, the cum. It only makes me worse. I want more. I want it all. My tongue darts out to lap at the drop of precum that has leaked from his tip, and then I take him deeper, sucking hard on his length as I feel him grow harder in my mouth. I can taste the head, the familiar saltiness of his cum, and it only makes me want more. He moans, his hips bucking against my face, and I know I've found the perfect rhythm. I suck and lick and nip at him, relishing the feel of his cock in my mouth, the taste of him on my tongue. It's like a drug, this need to consume him, to feel him fill me up. But it's not enough. I need more.
He pushes me away roughly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he turns around and shoves my head into his hairy thick ass. I shove my tongue deep and can taste his muck deep inside. The musky scent of his ass fills my nostrils, making my head spin. I lap at him hungrily, eager to clean out every inch of his insides. His moans grow louder as I work him, my hands gripping his hips tightly. I can feel his inner walls clenching around my tongue, urging me on. I bite down gently, and he lets out a howl, thrusting his ass back into me. His cock is rock hard now, jutting out from his body, and I reach out to stroke it slowly, feeling the familiar weight in my hand. He tastes incredible, a heady mix of musk and sweat and the unique flavor of his ass. I savor every drop, every thrust, every moan. His body is a symphony of pleasure, and I'm nothing but a conductor, guiding him to his inevitable climax. His hole feels so good, so tight and warm around my tongue, and I can't help but wonder if it's because I've been with so many other men before him.
I feel his hand grip the back of my head, urging me deeper, and I comply without hesitation. My tongue darts in and out of his ass, my lips stretched taut around him as I suck in rhythm with my thrusts. He's panting now, his hips bucking wildly against my face, and I can feel the heat building inside of me. I know he's close.
My free hand reaches down, wrapping around my aching cock, and I start to stroke myself in time with my thrusts. The feel of his ass on my lips, the taste of him in my mouth, and the knowledge that I'm about to come all over my own hand... it's too much. I can feel the orgasm building, rising from deep within me, and I know I must let it out. I press my tongue deeper into his ass, feeling his body tense up as he nears the edge. His moans become louder, more desperate, and I can feel the warmth spreading through my chest as I finally let go. I groan loudly, feeling my cock spasm in my hand, and as I cum I thrust harder into him, my tongue fucking his ass with every stroke. He cries out, his body arching violently as he comes, his cum spilling onto the ground and his dirty cum-stained boots in thick, white ropes. He shudders, his muscles quivering, and then he collapses, panting heavily. I pull my tongue out of his ass, relishing the sensation of his hot, sticky insides coating my lips, and taste the sweet residue of his muck. I lick my hand clean, feeling the stickiness of my cum and his juices mixing together.
My heart races, blood pounding in my ears as I look up at him. His eyes are glassy, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, of pride. I've never brought a man to this point of ecstasy before, never made him lose control so completely. My gaze drifts down to the ground, taking in the mess we've made. There's cum everywhere - on the wooden floorboards, splattered across the legs of the coffee table. I take a deep breath, feeling a sudden urge to clean it up. I want to taste all of it. I want to feel it on my tongue and in my mouth, savor the mixture of our fluids and his musk. He turns and looks at me, grinning and asks, "Who's a good piggy?" His voice is husky, still heavy with desire. I lick what I can, cleaning off the mess from his boots.
"Open your mouth, piggy." He leans in, running his tongue along my lower lip. "Let me taste myself on you."
I part my lips, and he pushes his tongue past them, exploring my mouth. He tastes of sweat and musk and sex, and I savor every drop. "Hold still, I have more piss for you." He grins wickedly as he steps back. He's hard again already, his cock jutting out from his body. I can't help but wonder how many men he's been with tonight. I find myself even more aware of his cock. It's even bigger than before, throbbing in the open air. He takes my face in his hands, guiding it toward his cock. "Drink it, piggy. Taste yourself on me."
I open my mouth, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. His salty pre-cum coats my tongue, and I swallow greedily, feeling it slide down my throat. His cock fills my mouth, pressing against the back of my throat, and I can feel his cock pulse as he unleashes his piss. The warmth floods my mouth, the taste of urine mixing with his cum and musk. I'm lost in the sensation, feeling him push his hips forward, pissing directly down my throat. I work my tits while his piss fills the hole in my gut. It's not enough for me, and then I see that we have an audience. Many more men have been watching. All of them hairy, licking their lips and edging their cocks. Some of them have even taken out their phones to record us. The sight of all these strangers, their hungry eyes on my body, only serves to make me fall deeper into the pig that has taken over. I can't help but wonder how many of them I'll be taking home tonight. All of them, I hope.