Chapter 53: The Familiar Stench
Mary doesn't want to be evaluated by another owner, so instead she slinks back to the theater where this all started. Trying to bring back the good memories of being actually desired.
Mary pushes through the heavy curtain, the familiar smell of stale beer, sweat, and cum washing over her. Her massive 400lb body, covered in faded brands and stretched piercings, draws every eye in the room. She doesn't slink to a seat; she stands in the aisle, letting the men see her. She slowly unzips her hoodie, revealing her huge, sagging tits with their elongated nipples, and her round, stretch-marked belly. A man in the back row whispers, 'The pig's back.' Mary locks eyes with him and drops to her knees, spreading her legs wide to show her gaping, wet cunt and the fleshy loops of her labia. 'I need to feel wanted,' she says, her voice hoarse. 'Use me like the pig I am.' Three men rise from their seats, cocks already hard, and close in on her.
The projector’s thrum was a second heartbeat in the room’s dark chest. Mary’s breath hitched as the three men converged, their shapes blotting out the flickering light from the screen. The one at her mouth, calloused hands tangled in her hair, gave a brutal yank, snapping her head back. His cock, thick and veined, pressed against her lips. She opened, and he stuffed himself in, a ruthless invasion that made her jaw ache instantly.
“Suck it, pig,” he grunted, his hips pistoning, forcing his length deep into her throat. She gagged, spittle slicking his shaft, but he didn’t slow.The taste of salt and skin flooded her mouth. Behind her, the second man spat into his palm, slicked his hard cock, and without ceremony, drove into her ass. The dry, burning stretch was brutal, familiar. He let out a satisfied groan, his hands clamping onto the wide shelf of her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
“Fuck, it’s like a warm glove,” he muttered, beginning a steady, deep rhythm.
The third man, the one who had called her a pig, crouched before her face, his cock slapping her cheek.“Open wider, fat bitch. Take us both.”
The man in her mouth pulled out, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening head. She gasped for air, her throat raw, and then opened her mouth as wide as it would go. The first man shoved back in, and the third man guided his own cock alongside it. They fucked her face together, their cocks rubbing against each other inside the tight, straining cavity of her mouth, stretching her lips white. She choked, tears streaming from her eyes, her nose pressed into coarse pubic hair. The air reeked of musk and cheap beer.“Look at that,” one of them panted. “Total fucking whore.”
Her body became a nexus of crude mechanics. The man in her ass picked up pace, his balls slapping against her skin with wet smacks. The dual violation of her face blocked all sound except the grunts of the men and the wet, sloppy noises of their thrusts. She was a vessel, a collection of holes being used. Her own cunt, ignored and dripping, ached with a hollow, vacant throb.The man in her ass came first. His rhythm faltered, his thrusts turned jerky and deep. “Gonna fill this shitter up,” he growled, and she felt the hot, sudden gush deep inside her rectum, a flood of warmth that leaked out almost immediately down her thighs.
He pulled out with a slick pop, his spend dripping onto the sticky floor.He didn’t linger, disappearing back into the shadows of the theater.
The two at her face continued. The man whose cock was buried to the hilt tightened his grip on her hair.“Swallow me, you hungry sow. Do it.”
He thrust once, twice more, and then held himself deep.His release hit the back of her throat, bitter and urgent. She swallowed convulsively, taking it down. As he pulled out, the second man immediately shoved his own cock to the root, fucking her mouth with short, brutal strokes before groaning and spilling his own load across her tongue. She swallowed that too, the mixed taste of their cum a final, salty sacrament.They stepped back, tucking themselves away. The one who had been in her ass wiped his hand on the leg of his jeans. “Good pig,” he said, his tone flat, before turning and walking away.
The other two just left, melting into the gloom of the theater, their interest extinguished the moment their orgasms were spent.
Mary remained on her knees, alone in the aisle.Cum leaked from her ass, tracing a warm path down her inner thigh. Her mouth felt bruised and used. She looked down at the puddle of slickness beneath her spread legs, the evidence of her own unwanted arousal. The screen flickered, bathing her in garish, shifting light.She felt nothing.Not pride, not shame. A vast, echoing hollow where feeling should have been.