The Portable Onahole Meat Toilet Yearning
She clung tightly to my arm as we walked down the street together. In a mid-length tennis skirt and a short-sleeved T-shirt suited to the heat, the two of us strolling along would have looked, to anyone watching, like nothing more than a sweet young couple. Our conversation, however, was anything but.
"Nngh... hh... I think I'm going to lay them, Master..."
She whispered it against my ear.
"If you want to embarrass the hell out of yourself in the middle of the street, go ahead and lay them. But if people see you pushing eggs out of your cunt, what do you think they're going to make of you?"
"Nngh... I can't..."
We were headed to a motel I'd booked for a session. The hard-boiled eggs I'd packed into her cunt were straining to force their way out, and she was clenching down with everything she had, gripping my arm for dear life just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. We weren't a couple. We were Master and slave.
She was an egg-laying portable onahole — a meat toilet bitch.
After we arrived at the motel and collected the key from the front desk, we stepped into the elevator. The moment the doors closed, the eggs felt like they were about to burst out of my cunt. I clutched at my skirt and squeezed my thighs together.
"Ahh... they're about to come out...!"
"See that CCTV camera?"
Master pointed at the camera mounted inside the elevator.
"If that thing catches you laying eggs, even the guy at the front desk is going to laugh at you."
"Haaah... I can't... nngh..."
At those words I clenched down desperately, barely managing to hold the eggs in. When the elevator doors opened I latched onto Master's arm again, leaning on him as I forced myself forward one agonizing step at a time. We reached the reserved room, swiped the key card, and stepped inside. He slotted the card into the holder.
"Kyaah...!!"
The instant the lights came on, Master slammed the door shut, seized me by the hair, and threw me to the floor.
"You've got a job to do. Meat toilet."
"Nngh...!"
"Lay those eggs I put in you. Spread your cunt and do it right in front of me."
"Uuunngh... y-yes..."
I couldn't help the shame that showed on my face. But there was nothing I could do about it. There were three eggs inside me that Master had stuffed in and ordered me to "lay," and if I hadn't been clenching with everything I had, I would have dropped them in the middle of the street like a hen — eggs tumbling out between my legs for everyone to see.
At Master's command I pushed myself up from where I'd been thrown, dropped onto all fours like a dog, spread my legs, and hiked up my skirt, presenting myself to lay eggs from my cunt right in front of him. I was a bitch who had no right to be treated as human. Master pulled out his phone, opened the camera app, and hit record.
When I flipped her skirt up, the toilet bitch was wearing crotchless panties. They barely covered her ass, leaving her cunt completely exposed and ready to be fucked at any moment. She'd put them on herself, fully aware that she was a portable onahole — making it easy for me to use her whenever I wanted.
"Uuunngh... haaah...!"
The toilet clenched down. Her legs trembled as her cunt-lips began to twitch and pulse. The entrance stretched open and an egg peeked out through the hole. Then her cunt yawned wide and half the egg emerged. The moment it was halfway out, her cunt seemed to spit the rest of it — and just like a hen, she laid the egg completely.
"Ahh...!"
Her hips jerked as she laid it. But there had been three eggs inside her, which meant two were still buried in the toilet bitch's cunt.
"Uuunngh..."
The toilet bitch strained to push out what was left. Her cunt twitched and pulsed again, and another egg began to emerge. Then, just like a hen, her hole stretched wide and she laid it. The egg dropped straight to the floor.
"Ahh... it's too... too deep... I can't... I can't lay it, Master..."
The toilet bitch pleaded pitifully. I flipped her onto her back with my foot — she was still on all fours, straining — and stomped down hard on her belly.
"Kyaaah!!"
"If you can't lay it, I'll crush it inside your cunt with my foot. Remember that."
"Ahh... don't...!!!"
The toilet bitch said it terrified.
"Then shut your mouth and lay it."
The whole scene — my foot pressing down on the toilet's womb, her body beneath me as I threatened her — was being recorded in full on my phone.
"Nngh... hh... y-yes... haah..."
I lifted my foot. The toilet flipped herself back over, dropped onto all fours like a dog, and started straining again.
"Ahh... aaahhh..!!!!"
The toilet bitch's cunt twitched and pulsed — but instead of the egg, a stream of piss gushed out onto the floor. She'd clenched so hard she'd pissed herself.
"You piss yourself while laying eggs? Crazy bitch. Hahaha. Wait — she's not even a bitch. She's an onahole meat toilet."
"Uuun... haah..."
The toilet bitch whimpered, shame welling up at the degrading words that denied her even the dignity of being treated like a person. I kicked her in the stomach — not too hard, but hard enough.
"Lay it already."
"Hngh!!!"
The kick lifted her body off the floor for a second. She scrambled back into position and started clenching again. Just like before, her cunt twitched and the egg began to show through that filthy hole. The moment it was halfway out, her cunt stretched wide and she spawned the last remaining egg.
She stayed on all fours, panting, her body heaving. A puddle of piss had formed on the floor between her legs. The toilet bitch had climaxed just from laying the eggs, her body twitching faintly. Nestled in the middle of it all, the eggs she'd laid sat in a neat little row.
"Hahh... haah...."
I grabbed the meat toilet bitch by the hair again and started ripping her top off.
Master yanked me up by the hair, stripped off my top and bra, and threw me back to the floor. Then he peeled off my skirt and crotchless panties completely. After that he grabbed lube and an anal plug and dragged me into the bathroom.
He hauled me up roughly — I'd been pulled along like a dog — and made me brace my hands on the closed toilet lid. Then he squeezed out the lube and started spreading it over my back and ass.
"Nngh... haah...!"
The cold gel made me jump. I trembled every time Master's hands rubbed it in. He slathered it generously from my back and ass down over my breasts, my belly, my neck — then squeezed out more and started working it around my asshole.
"Haaah!!! Wait... th-that's..."
The cold gel on my asshole made me flinch before I could stop myself, but Master paid no attention. He kept massaging it in slowly, easing the tension, then squeezed out more and gently spread my hole open to work the lube inside.
"Aaah..!! That feels... hahh..!!"
Master's fingers gently stretched my asshole open. It had been spread and fucked by him countless times already — it offered no resistance at all, stretching wider and wider. Once he'd slathered the lube deep inside, Master gathered a mouthful of spit and hawked it into my ass like he was spitting into a toilet.
"Nngh...!"
Then he squeezed out more lube, this time spreading it around my cunt before pushing it up into my pussy, fingering me open and coating every inch of my insides.
"Haah.. ahh... haaah...!♥"
Master's fingers ravaged my pussy without mercy. The lube mixed with my own juices until I was soaked. Squelching wet sounds filled the bathroom as his fingers stirred and plundered every corner of me, coating everything — and then he pulled them out.
"Uuunngh...!"
My cunt was dripping like I'd pissed myself. Master stripped off his pants and underwear, pulled out his thick, rock-hard cock, and started rubbing it back and forth between my asshole and my cunt, teasing me.
"Nngh... haah.... Master...!"
I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but something — a scrap of pride, or maybe just shame — made me hesitate.
"If you want something, say it properly."
"Uun... Master... please fuck me...!"
"Just 'fuck me'? You arrogant little bitch."
His open palm cracked across my ass without a shred of mercy.
"Haaah!!"
The sound of it — like a slap across the face — rang through the bathroom, and a red handprint swelled on my skin.
"Nngh... M-Master... please... fuck my cunt...!"
"Your cunt?"
His palm cut through the air again and slammed into my ass even harder.
"Kyaah!!!"
The slap rang out through the bathroom once more, and my ass burned even redder, the mark even more vivid than before.
"Uuunngh... Master.... please use this meat toilet bitch..!"
"That's right. Know your place, meat toilet."
"Hic... I'm sorry... Master...!"
The moment I said it out loud — admitting I was a meat toilet — shame and the joy of being used crashed together inside me.
I kept rubbing my cock back and forth between her cunt and her asshole, teasing the meat toilet bitch. Once I'd worked her up enough, I pressed the head against her cunt like I was about to push in — then pulled away and started sinking it slowly, deeply, into her ass instead.
"Hah... ahh..!!! Master, that's...!! haaah...!!!"
The toilet bitch's asshole stretched open bit by bit as my cock pushed inside. I slammed my hips forward and buried myself to the hilt in her ass.
"Nngh... haaah... this feels... good too..!!"
I started thrusting slowly, feeling out the inside of her ass.
"Nngh.. haah... aaah...!"
The toilet bitch just moaned, wordless. After a few thrusts I stopped.
"Haaah... Master... please fuck me more..!"
The toilet bitch pleaded with me. But anal wasn't what I was after. I'd been holding it in for a long time — my bladder felt like it was about to burst. The signal was starting to come.
"Uuunngh... just having it in feels so good...!"
The meat toilet bitch was getting off on nothing more than being filled — the feeling of being used. I was concentrating on something else entirely. I focused downward, bore down, and then the signal came fully. Like a faucet bursting open, my cock started pouring liquid into the toilet bitch's guts.
"Nngh... haaah!! Ah... Master... this is... haaah...!!!"
She gasped as the warm liquid flooded into her intestines.
"Master, are you already coming... haah...!! There's so much... ah... this... n-no... ahh..!!"
The meat toilet bitch seemed to think I was coming. But far too much was flooding into her guts for that.
"Hahh... you asked me to use you, didn't you? You meat toilet who doesn't even know her place."
"Aaaagh..!!!! D-don't tell me... Master...!!!"
"Haaaaah... aaaagh!!!!!"