I went to the restroom with the adventurer.
— I'll give you a blowjob, and nothing more, understood? I said, panic in my voice.
— Understood, he replied, snickering. But I hope the head is good, otherwise you won't get your money.
I knelt down in front of him. With a trembling hand, I took off his pants and underwear. An immense cock came out, so big it hit me straight in the face.
The impact was a shock, but the true horror came next. A sour, nauseating smell of urine and sperm wafted from the shadows, taking my breath away. The grime had formed a yellowish, sticky layer, and tangled hairs were matted at the base of his penis.
I felt the filth settle on my face, the stench entering my nostrils, making me gag. Just looking at him made me feel soiled, as if his disgust had been transferred onto me. A disgust so intense that I started to tremble and feel nauseous.
Then, I took his penis in my hands. The simple contact made me sick, my mind screaming to pull away. I began to wrap my hand around it, and pieces of dried dirt and yellowish grime came off.
My eyes widened in horror. The disgust I felt was so deep that I felt tears welling up. Every bit of that filth that fell onto my fingers made me feel like I was contaminated forever.
Then, he forced me to lick the head. Smegma and pee ended up in my mouth. The taste was vile and nauseating, and I felt a gag rising in my throat. My stomach turned, and I almost vomited.
My whole body was rebelling, but I managed to hold back and swallow that disgusting thing.
After giving it a few licks to clean that vile cock, I decided it was clean enough for my mouth.
I approached his glans, and as I took it, I felt an intense pressure, a sickening feeling mixed with deep discomfort. I barely had his penis inside, but its immense size created a very unpleasant stretch. I felt my cheeks stretch and my jaw lock up.
I closed my eyes and focused on the task, repeating mentally: "Deep cleaning." My mind dissociated, and I did my best to focus on the movement of my tongue, on the nauseating taste and smell, on the sensation of his flesh against my throat. It was the only thing I could do to survive this hell.
Then, I started to move my mouth back and forth, but I immediately choked because of the size of his cock.
He grabbed my head and forced me to swallow it whole. I felt my nose sink into his pubic hair, and I couldn't breathe anymore. Panic rose in me. I tried to struggle, to break free from his grip to try and catch my breath, but he held me so tightly that I couldn't do anything.
My throat filled with saliva, a reflex of my body trying to free itself. I was starting to feel weak and see black spots in front of my eyes. Then, he let me take his penis out of my mouth.
With my mouth full of saliva, his cock was covered in my own liquid, which made it look clean, as if the disgust I felt had just cleaned it.
Hup, hup. I coughed, trying to get as much air as possible, the smell of grime and pee burning my throat.
— Come on, you slut, let's go again! he shouted, with a chilling excitement.
He grabbed my head and forced it forward, pushing his cock into my mouth all the way down my throat. My body convulsed with disgust. I started to choke. Bits of smegma and hair got stuck in my throat. I felt like the putrid, acidic taste of his filth was going to make me vomit.
I couldn't breathe anymore. I felt my cheeks tremble. My nose was buried in his hair, their pungent smell going to my brain. His fingers kept digging into my flesh. My throat filled with saliva, a reflex of my body trying to free itself.
— Oh, yes, that's good. You're a good little slut when you suck like that, he murmured, a grin of pleasure on his lips.
He grabbed my head with both hands and forced me to swallow it all. A wave of sperm, hot and thick, surged into my mouth, so abundant it filled my stomach. The putrid taste, both salty and bitter, gave me such a violent gag that I felt the sperm rise, burning, and flow out through my mouth and nostrils.
I started to cough and choke. I felt my lungs empty of air, filled with panic. My eyes widened in terror, staring at the dark ceiling. My nostrils were filled with a sickening smell and my hair was stuck together with the liquid.
Then, he finally pulled his penis out.
— You're magnificent, he said, with a cold smile.
I collapsed onto the cold floor, my mouth filled with a mixture of saliva and sperm. The liquid dripped from my nose, a trail of disgust that ran down my face and matted hair. Every drop was another humiliation, proof of what I had just endured.
I started to cough, and all the sperm still in my mouth cascaded onto my dress, adding a new humiliation to my state.
The man looked at me, a smile full of lust stretching across his lips. He stared at me for a long time.
— For one more note, I can piss on you, he asked, a tone of defiance in his voice.
I looked at him, my throat tight, unable to make a sound, except for a faint whimper of resignation.
— Hu hu… If you want.
He put me back on my knees, leaning against the cold wall of the toilet. He took his penis and started to urinate on me. A yellow liquid, hot and with a pungent odor, gushed out. I heard the hiss of the stream of piss coming at me.
The liquid first hit my head. I felt my hair become saturated all at once, the heat of the liquid seeping down to my scalp, then running down my face. A drop fell into my eye, burning me, and another slipped into my mouth, leaving a salty, acidic taste.
He then aimed at my breasts. The piss remained trapped between my tits, forming small, warm, nauseating lakes, their smell permeating the air around me. Then, he aimed at all my clothes, soaking my dress from top to bottom.
— This way, everyone will know I fucked you, he said with a vicious smile. That smell will stay on you for a very long time.
He threw a bag of coins at me, which fell with a dry clatter at my feet. He turned away and left, leaving me alone, kneeling in the piss, my body soaked and my soul broken.
I got up, then went directly to my room. Fortunately, Mark wasn't there.
The first thing to do was to get rid of these clothes. The piss on me smelled bad. The pungent, nauseating odor enveloped me when I started to take off my dress. It was so heavy with piss that the fabric was stuck to my skin. I had a hard time pulling it down. The fabric made a disgusting sound.
Once I took off my dress, I saw the state I was in. I was submerged in it. Drops of piss fell from my hair and slid over my eyes before ending up in my mouth. I felt so dirty and so disgusted with myself. I grabbed a towel to dry myself.
I went to wash, but the pungent smell of piss wouldn't go away, as if it had become embedded in my skin. When I picked up my clothes, heavy and soaked with liquid, I saw that a thick, yellow liquid was seeping from them.
I put the dress down. It was ruined, soiled. But the truth is I had no choice but to wear it again for work. I'll have to clean it tomorrow.
It was then that Stephanie passed by, stopping to look at me with a mocking smile. She placed a purse full of coins on the table.
— So, did you like what that client did to you? she asked, a contained laugh in her voice.
I looked at her, my voice broken and my eyes empty.
— It was disgusting. But I had to do it for the money.
— Look! You made 500 coins! That's not bad. You won't have to work anytime soon, but I'm taking 100 coins for the rent, she said, a tone of disdain in her voice, before leaving.
Mark's point of view
While Elise was working, Mark decided to take a walk in the city. He walked aimlessly and came across a hidden shop, tucked away in a narrow, dark alley. There were flashing lights and a strange smell of incense floating in the air.
— Hello, he said, venturing inside.
An old man with an enigmatic smile approached him.
— Hello, my client, what do you need?
— I don't know. I came, but I don't know what you sell.
The old man chuckled. — Haha! So you're new! If the gods brought you here, it's because you're going to like this.
— Like what? Mark asked, perplexed.
— Like seeing your wife dominate you in several ways, the old man replied, without hesitation.
— I don't know yet, Mark stammered, turning scarlet.
— You don't have to be ashamed, it's perfectly normal. I'll show you the products.
— Here's a magical artifact that produces condoms. They allow you to collect your conquests' sperm without the risk of getting pregnant.
The old man chuckled and continued without giving Mark time to react.
— Here's another artifact! An aphrodisiac potion that increases your wife's libido! And here's a mask. When a person wears it, no one can recognize them.
He leaned toward Mark, a distorted smile on his lips.
— And finally, here's a one hole for your wife to jerk you off with.
— Haha, sorry, I don't have enough money for that right now, I said, feeling more and more uncomfortable.
The old man, far from being upset, had a mocking smile. He handed a box full of condoms to Mark.
— Here, take this artifact. You'll come back and pay me back when you have money.
I felt both relieved and confused by his gesture. I took the box, clutching it in my hand.
— Thank you, sir, I'll come back and pay you back, I said, my voice barely audible, before hurrying to leave.
Leaving the shop, I walked a little longer in the city, my heart heavy. I couldn't get rid of the image of that shop, or the strange objects that were in it. Finally, I returned to the inn.
When I entered the room, I saw Elise sleeping, curled up on herself. Her face was peaceful, but something was wrong. A pungent, nauseating smell was floating in the air. Instinctively, I approached her, like an animal.
I gently pulled back the blanket that was covering her. She was wet, she had just washed, but that pungent smell was coming from her. I moved closer, and I took a lock of her hair. The lock I smelled, I recognized it: it was piss. The smell of another man on my wife made me hard.
I smelled an even stronger odor, I followed this smell as if enchanted, to find out where it was coming from. I moved forward, sniffing the floor, and I saw a dress slumped on the ground. I touched it. It was soaked in piss. I picked it up with two hands, surprised by the weight. I saw a puddle of this liquid on the floor.
Drops fell slowly to join the puddle already formed.
Then I saw something different on the dress, a whitish, dried stain. I moved forward, my body trembling, and I lifted the fabric to smell it. It was sperm. The realization hit me like a cold wave, but instead of the disgust I should have felt, a hot shiver ran down my spine. Just thinking that another man had touched my wife, had left a mark of himself on her, made me hard.
I undressed, my hands trembling with a desire I couldn't control. I moved closer to the stain, the smell of piss overwhelming me. I licked it. The taste was sickening, bitter, but mixed with Elise's delicious saliva, it became delicious.
I then got on my knees and buried my face in her dress, soaked with another man's piss and sperm. I closed my eyes, letting myself be consumed by the smell and the feeling of my wife's abandonment. I felt disgusting, but I couldn't stop.
After jerking off until I had nothing left to get out, I looked at the big sperm stain I had left. It looked like nothing, just a liquid, transparent puddle. A loser's sperm. Like the loser I was, I decided to clean everything up. I first cleaned up my own sperm. Then, I went to wash my wife's dress. I managed to remove all the piss that was in it, but not the smell. I went back to bed, ashamed, but the feeling of disgust was mixed with an excitement I couldn't control. The smell of piss was still there, embedded in my hands, reminding me of what I had done. I slipped under the covers and lay down, trying not to move.
— So, I saw you enjoyed my dress, Elise said in a mocking voice.
I turned scarlet, unable to answer. Shame consumed me.
She sat up and sat down, looking at me with a mocking smile. Her look was both mocking and empty.
— Don't be ashamed, honey, she said, placing her hand on my cheek. You told me you wanted other men to touch me. A client offered me money for a blowjob, and I thought it would make you happy.
Her face was so calm and serene, as if she had just given me a gift. I felt like the world was crumbling around me.
Elise looked at me, a cruel smile stretching her lips. The expression on her face was calm, but her eyes burned with a mocking flame.
— You think I was sleeping, don't you? she asked in a soft voice. You think I didn't feel anything, that I didn't hear anything?
Her smile widened, and I felt shame rising in me.
— I felt when you came in. I felt when you pulled back the blanket. And I felt when you sniffed my hair, like a dog. You got on all fours to find the source of that smell, as if you needed permission to humiliate yourself.
She leaned toward me, her face a few inches from mine.
And when you found the dress… I felt when you buried your face in it. The sound the soaked fabric made when you rubbed it against your face, as if you were trying to merge with my dress, while jerking off on all fours like the dog you are. Your small penis that released your inferior sperm every two minutes. And you did that for at least 30 minutes, she spat, a tone of disgust in her voice.
— And when you licked the sperm of that other man who had humiliated me like no one had before, it looked like you adored it! Now, every time I get fucked, you'll come and clean me with your mouth.
— Yes, here's a gift I received from a merchant, I said, being completely submissive to my wife. It prevents getting pregnant and allows you to collect the sperm of your conquests.
— Thank you, I'll use it as soon as possible for your happiness, she said, taking the gift.
Then, she moved closer to me and gave me a hug.
— Come on, now, let's go to sleep.
In her arms, I could still smell that piss.