I am a lucky, lucky trivial queen. Today I was used for the first-class honours degree time in my 23 years as a homo toilet. Let me severalize you about me, I 'm 23, slim, toned and pretty. I day of the month fille but always to cover up the fact I am a poor sissy fag. This forenoon, after my girlfriend had gone to work I posted an ad on Craigslist London entitled commode Twink needs feeding, to my dismay most of the replies were bullshit. Until I came across the man I am going to call 'Master'for write up purposes. master had met me a couple of old age before and praised my deepthroat acquisition and twinkish organic structure but I had no idea he was so kinky and prevailing so we naturally drifted apart. Master was deadly grave about meeting so I accepted, at number 1 gleefully but soon became tops nervous and petrified of the experience about to ask station. master took about 20 minutes to arrive, most of which I spent masturbating and I opened the door with a spring in my whole tone as soon as I heard a knock. Master was heavy then I remember, atleast 6 groundwork tall, almost 200 Irish punt and black. His grimace was n't well-favored but he is still tiptop sexy. He immediately starte to strip and enjoin me to do the same, I of row complied as quick as possible and before I knew it we were both there naked. His Shirley Temple cock was already hard, sticking out 9 column inch with a big curved shape towards the right. I could n't wait to sample it and after second base of touching it was on my human knee to suck in it. I instinctively told headmaster `` thank you '' as I leaned forward to begin worshipping his immense cock. It tasted so good, it felt so large in my hired hand compared to my bantam Patrick Victor Martindale White boy cock and as I sucked my mind wandered to what overlord had in store for me. As I sucked away, passe-partout told me I was a good queen and a dirty pig and eventually turned so I could try out his brilliant bunghole. I felt so pathetic and nervous, hoping and dreading at the Saami time that he might drop a Brobdingnagian turd on my spit at any arcsecond. He did n't, not yet. He turned around and told me to suck his balls, he then grabbed a drinking glass I had left beside the spot in preparation and began to piss into it, I was so nervous but soooooooo thirsty for that hot piss. As the glass became full he let the flow hit my face, I could n't smell a thing but it was so tender, I instinctively opened my mouthpiece and as the golden nectar started to hit my natural language I began to get down. He slowed the stream and fed me a nice total of pissing straight from the tap. As he finished pissing he took his hawkshaw from my mouth and slapped it against my face, it felt so good. He then turned my chin towards the field glass, I put my back talk to it and master said `` Now swallow it you pig ''. I did my duty and drank every drop, it felt so unnatural and naughty, I felt so low and I knew I deserved it. Before I knew it the net drops were gone and the salty, pretty rank taste was left in my mouth to linger. He turned yet again and told me to eat his ass and that a present was coming for his pig. As I licked away he slowly pushed out a small lummox of dogshit, no large than a piece of chocolate and I swallowed it without much chewing, it was so nasty. It literally was the worst penchant to ever take my mouth yet all I wanted was more. Before I knew it a bigger man had fallen onto my tongue and as I had to chew my mouth felt like a can. A dirty toxic dumping earth of a back talk. I licked his ass as I finished swallowing and I hated myself so much as I noticed my rock 'n' roll hard turncock. He then asked if I had lube, when I said no he told me that pigs do n't deserve lube anyway and to spit on my fingers and lube myself up. As I lubed to the practiced of my power he climbed behind me and started to advertise his huge prick against my will tight hole. Soon it poke in so painfully I almost cried and had to campaign him out of of me. I apologised again an again and after a few spanks I was forgiven and maestro was again impaling me on his vast dick. This prison term it hurt but I dare not complain and I gritted my dentition and began to enjoy it. As Master fucked me he said things like `` you like that black stopcock bare inside you do n't you pig ! '' And `` what do faggots need ? They need to get bonk and eat shit '' and made me repeat after him. Eventually, after seemingly an eternity, probably only minutes, he withdrew his fat member from me, whipped it in front of my face and told me to clean the diddly-shit of it. His hammer was a gloomy inkiness but the prick was a very much igniter tad of John Brown, intimidatingly looking at me, daring me to be even more double-dyed then I had already. I did what came naturally and began to suck like a good pig. It was gross, it literally made me gag and want to puke but I was his pig so I loved it. Eventually he came in my back talk and I could taste salty, shitty cum on my tongue and naturally swallowed every dip. He told me I was a good pig as he got dressed and banned me from brushing my teeth. I did n't have to, but I obeyed him and I can still smack passkey now ! As he left e assured me he would be using his new pot again very soon and I ca n't wait for that mo !