**Dumpster Dump**

I never thought I’d find Tahia like this—curled up inside a rank-ass dumpster behind the bar, her tight little dress hiked up around her waist, her pussy glistening under the dim flicker of a busted streetlight. She giggled when I peered over the edge, drunk and messy, her lips swollen from god knows how many dicks already.

“Hey, stranger,” she slurred, spreading her legs wider, her fingers lazily circling her clit. “You here to help me out?”

I didn’t need an invite. My cock was already hard just from the sight of her—dark skin slick with sweat, her tits spilling out of her top, her thighs sticky with cum. Someone had already painted her pretty good.

I climbed in, the metal creaking under my weight, and dropped to my knees between her legs. The smell was gross—rotten food, stale beer—but none of that mattered with Tahia’s pussy right in my face, swollen and used, her juices mixing with the leftover cum from whoever came before me.

“Fuck, you’re a mess,” I groaned, running my fingers through her soaked folds.

She moaned, arching her back. “Keep going,” she begged. “I need more.”

I didn’t hesitate. My tongue dragged up her slit, lapping at the mix of her arousal and some other guy’s load. Tahia gasped, her hands tangling in my hair, grinding against my face like she was fucking desperate for it.

“Taste good?” she panted.

“Fuck yeah,” I growled, pushing two fingers inside her, feeling how stretched and wet she was. “How many guys came in you tonight?”

She bit her lip, eyes rolling back as I curled my fingers. “Lost count,” she admitted, breathless. “But I can take more.”

I pulled my fingers out, coated in her slick and someone else’s cum, and shoved them into her mouth. She sucked them clean eagerly, tongue swirling around my digits, moaning like a whore.

“You really are a fucking cum dump,” I muttered, tearing open my jeans. My cock sprang free, thick and aching, already leaking pre-cum.

Tahia’s eyes lit up. “Finally,” she sighed, gripping my shaft. “Give it to me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pushed her legs back, her knees pressing against her tits, and lined myself up. Her pussy was so wet, so stretched, but still tight as hell. I thrust in hard, bottoming out in one rough stroke.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed, nails digging into my arms.

I set a brutal pace, slamming into her over and over, the dumpster shaking under us. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with Tahia’s filthy moans, her cunt gripping me like she was trying to milk me dry.

“You feel that?” I grunted, gripping her hips. “That’s your fucking purpose—taking load after load like a good little cum dump.”

She whimpered, nodding desperately. “Yes, yes—breed me, fill me up!”

I could feel her tightening around me, her pussy clenching as she came, squirting all over my cock. That was all it took—I buried myself deep, groaning as I pumped my cum into her, ropes of it joining the mess already inside.

Tahia gasped, legs shaking as she took it all. “Fuck… so full,” she moaned, rubbing her belly.

I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip out of her ruined hole. She was even more of a mess now—juices and seed running down her thighs.

“You’re not done,” I smirked, tucking myself back in. “I know some guys who’d love to use you next.”

Tahia grinned, spreading her legs wider. “Bring ‘em on.”