**Filthy Toilet Whore**

I’d been eye-fucking him all night—this older guy at the bar, built thick, with this heavy-lidded, bored look like he didn’t give a shit about anything. I’d made sure he noticed me too, sucking my drink down slow, letting my dress ride up every time I shifted on the stool. He didn’t smile, just watched, and that’s when I knew. I wanted him to wreck me.

I followed him when he went to the bathroom, slipping in behind him before the door swung shut. The reek of piss and disinfectant hit me hard, but it just made my cunt clench. He turned, saw me, and didn’t even look surprised. “The fuck you doing in here?” His voice was rough, like gravel.

I dropped to my knees right there between the urinals. “I need to be used,” I whispered, already unzipping his jeans. His cock sprang out, half-hard and thick, veins bulging under my fingers. I licked a stripe up the underside, tasting salt and sweat, before taking him deep. He groaned, one hand fisting in my hair. “Yeah, you’re a nasty little slut, huh?”

I gagged around him, drool dripping down my chin, loving how he just used my throat like a toy. Then he pulled out, smacked his dick against my face. “Open,” he growled. I stuck out my tongue, and he pissed right into my mouth. Hot, bitter, flooding over my lips, dripping down my tits. I swallowed as much as I could, moaning when it spilled over.

He yanked me up, spun me around, and shoved me against the piss-stained wall. One hand shoved my dress up, the other ripped my panties down. “You piss yourself yet today?” he asked, fingers digging into my ass cheeks.

“No,” I gasped.

“Good. Hold it.” He spat on his fingers, rubbed them over my asshole. I was already loose—I’d prepped before coming out tonight—but he didn’t give a fuck. Two fingers shoved in, stretching me open. I whined, pushing back, loving the burn. “Gonna fuck this dirty hole,” he muttered, “make you shit all over my cock.”

I was so wet my thighs were sticky. His fingers curled, and I clenched down hard. “Please,” I begged, “I wanna be your toilet.”

He unzipped his pants the rest of the way, his cock jutting out, flushed dark red. “Then take it.”

He didn’t go slow. Just lined up and shoved in, splitting me open with one brutal thrust. I screamed, my nails scraping the tiles as he bottomed out. My ass burned, my guts rearranged, but god, it was perfect. He grabbed my hips, pulled out, then slammed back in. “Fuck, your shithole’s tight,” he grunted.

I could feel it building—that pressure deep in my belly. “Oh god, oh fuck—” I moaned.

“Yeah, let it out,” he growled, slamming into me harder. “Shit on my cock, you filthy whore.”

And I did. I pushed, my ass clenching around him as hot, messy waste spilled out around his dick. The smell hit us both—thick, rotten, perfect. He groaned like an animal, fucking me through it, his balls slapping against my soaked cunt. “Fucking disgusting,” he panted, but he didn’t stop, just gripped my hair and pulled me back onto him.

I was shaking, my knees weak, my cunt throbbing. He reached around, fingers finding my clit, rubbing rough circles. “You like being my dirty little piss-slut?” he snarled in my ear.

“Yes, yes, fuck—” I was so close, my whole body tensing.

He fucked me harder, the filthy squelch of my ass around his cock echoing in the bathroom. Then he growled, “Gonna fill you up,” and I felt his cock pulse inside me as he came, hot cum flooding my stretched hole.

I came right after, clit pulsing under his fingers, my whole body jerking as pleasure ripped through me. He pulled out slowly, his cum and my mess dripping down my thighs. Then he turned me around, smeared his thumb over my lips. “Clean it,” he ordered.

I sucked his thumb into my mouth, tasting shit and salt and him. He smirked, zipped up, and left me there—knees bruised, ass leaking, fucking ruined.

And I couldn’t wait to do it again.