I still remember the first time I saw it. I was strumming my twat to some brutal anal scene where the guy pulled his cock straight out of a girl’s stretched, wrecked asshole and shoved it straight down her throat with no hesitation or mercy.
It was a scene from the infamous AnalVids studio, so you know it was that classically raw, filthy, ass-to-mouth action. My cock wallet between my thighs clenched so hard I nearly came on the spot and, fuck, that was the moment everything changed for me.
Now I can’t get enough of that shit. Whenever I get fucked in the ass, the second a thick cock slides out of my blown-out shithole, I drop to my knees like the desperate slut I am, mouth open, tongue out, begging for it. I need to fuckin’ taste the sharp, bitter, earthy flavor of my own bowels coating a man’s dick.
The way it mixes with dick sweat, anal lube, and pre-cum creates this perfect, nasty cocktail that makes my head spin. I crave it like it’s c0ke. The humiliation and degradation of knowing exactly where that cock has been and still wanting it in slammed my throat anyway.
When I’m on all fours getting my asshole pounded with some sleazy fuck I’ve met through AdultFriendFinder or some other NSA hookup app, my mind goes completely blank except for one thought: I can’t wait to taste this filth. Every brutal thrust that rearranges my guts just makes me wetter. I can feel my hole getting sloppy, loose, destroyed. The burn, the stretch, the way my sphincter struggles to close after being gaped wide open, and the whole time I’m thinking about how that same cock is going to taste when it gets shoved between my pumped-up blowjob lips.
The moment he pulls out, I spin around so fast it’s pathetic. My asshole is still twitching and pulsating, still trying to close, still leaking whatever lube and filth got pumped into it. I don’t give a fuck, I just open wide and take that dirty dick straight to the back of my throat. The first taste always hits me like a slap! It’s bitter and wrong, it’s perfect. My own ass, my own filth, coating my tongue, sliding down my throat, filling my mouth with the evidence of what a disgusting whore I am.
I suck like my life depends on it, hard, sloppy, desperate. I want every trace of my asshole off that cock and down my throat. I lick around the head, under the shaft, cleaning every inch like the good little ATM slut I’ve become. The taste lingers and stays on my tongue even after I swallow, and sometimes I can still taste it hours later, and it makes me instantly wet all over again.
The humiliation is what really gets me off because I know I’m the kind of girl who begs for this and watches extreme anal porn and gets jealous of the porn whores getting their shitholes destroyed and then throat-fucked. The kind of little harlot who actively seeks out men with big dicks specifically so they can wreck my asshole first and then make me clean it off. I tell them exactly what I want. “Fuck my ass raw, then shove it down my throat.” Most of them look shocked and, fuck, some get disgusted. The ones who don’t are the ones I keep coming back to on my hands and bruised knees.
During the actual duck suckin’, my brain short-circuits. All I can focus on is the taste, the texture, the way my throat convulses around something that was just buried in my guts. I gag and choke, my fake eyelash-wrapped eyes water, snot runs down my face, and I keep sucking harder and Deeper. I want to feel that cock hit the back of my throat where the taste is strongest, I want to swallow around it, feel it stretch my esophagus, know that my own ass-flavored spit is coating every inch.
Sometimes they cum down my throat while I’m still tasting myself. That hot, thick load mixing with the bitter residue of my asshole. I swallow every drop and then lick their cock clean again, making sure I get every last bit of that forbidden flavor. Other times they pull out and paint my face with it, leaving me kneeling there with cum and ass-juice drying on my skin. Either way, I’m satisfied by being used and degraded, exactly how I want to be.
What started as watching porn has become a full-blown addiction. I can’t have normal sex anymore, and normie blowjobs feel boring, getting fucked in just my twat feels vanilla. The only thing that gets me truly feral is knowing my asshole is going to get destroyed and then I’m going to taste the evidence. I find myself thinking about it at work, at dinner, in meetings at work, all the time planning my next ass to mouth session and wondering how soon I can get a cock in my shithole and then in my mouth.
The shame should probably stop me, but it doesn’t, It fuels me. Every time I drop to my knees and open my mouth for a cock that’s been in my ass, I’m admitting what I am, which is a filthy, ass-licking, cock-sucking, anal whore who gets off on her own degradation, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The sordid knowledge that I’m willingly cleaning my own porn-drenched bowels off a stranger’s dick is utterly fuckin’ disgusting, and I know it’s wrong, but it’s exactly what makes my cunt drip and my gooned-out brain melt. ATM isn’t just a kink for me anymore, it’s who I fuckin’ am, and I’ll keep chasing that filthy, forbidden flavor until someone finally fucks the obsession out of me. Which, knowing me, will never happen.
