The Meat Toilet's Full Release! Condoms Are a Luxury for the Meat Toilet Girl! - 11
The sudden, uncontrollable spasm ripped through me — a raw, guttural scream tearing from my throat as my entire body convulsed. My eyes rolled back, mouth hanging slack, the overwhelming wave of ecstasy slamming into me like a tidal force that threatened to shatter my sanity right there on the edge of the pension bed.
The egg vibrator plunged deep again, slamming into my cervix and sending shockwaves of pleasure exploding through me. My muscles seized, legs kicking involuntarily, the intense, throbbing ache in my core making me feel like I was about to lose consciousness entirely.
Meat Toilet, I thought in a haze of pure animal instinct. This is what I was made for. This is my purpose.
The cold, metallic speculum dug mercilessly into my most intimate depths, stretching me wide open in the doggy-style position where my ass was thrust high, face pressed into the sheets, completely exposed and vulnerable. Every humiliating detail was on full display — my dripping pussy, my swollen, sensitive folds, my cervix pulsing in the open air just inches from the camera lens. I could feel the cool air kissing my ruined entrance, making me shiver.
My thighs trembled uncontrollably, the familiar ache and the lingering phantom vibrations from the egg still echoing deep inside me, refusing to fade.
“Meat Toilet… look at yourself,” Master commanded, his voice rough and commanding, the mask on his face half-hidden under the collar of his shirt as he sat beside the bed.
I lifted my head, flushed and panting, staring at the smartphone screen he held in front of me. The video thumbnail was stark: my spread-open pussy and the bright, exposed cervix staring straight into the lens.
He pressed play.
The footage began exactly where my memory ended — the scene replaying in crystal clarity.
He had positioned the speculum against my entrance and pushed it in slowly. I could still feel the exact moment the cold metal forced my labia apart, stretching me open until I was gaping wide, lips parted in a perfect, obscene O-shape. The clicking sound of the bolt turning echoed in my ears even now, making my pussy clench around nothing.
“Meat Toilet… what are you doing in that hospital bed?” I whispered to myself, mortified, but my body betrayed me with another fresh rush of slickness.
The cervix twitched visibly on the screen, the tiny opening in its center fluttering like a living thing, surrounded by glistening pink walls coated in spit and lube. It was the most intimate, the most exposed thing I had ever seen of myself — and it was watching itself happen in real time.
He had spat directly onto my cervix, the warm, sticky liquid landing right in front of the camera and sliding down to coat the glistening walls. Then the egg had been pressed against the speculum’s metal base and activated at maximum speed.
I could still hear the chaotic clatter of the metal egg bouncing against the speculum, the wet, obscene sounds of my pussy dripping, the way my own legs shook in the video as I tried — and failed — to stay still.
My mouth watered, voice breaking into a pathetic, animal whine as the memory replayed.
“Meat Toilet… so pathetic,” Master muttered, switching the video to a new angle that showed the egg finally settling directly on my cervix, vibrating in perfect sync. My cervix was visibly pulsing and throbbing from the intensity, almost like it was trying to push the egg out — or maybe trying to take it deeper.
The video ended with him pulling out, the empty, gaping hole winking at the camera, and the screen went black.
I was shaking, gasping, tears of overwhelming shame and pleasure streaking down my cheeks.
Master stood up, towering over me. He pulled off his gloves with deliberate slowness and slapped a thick glob of lube onto his palm.
“On all fours again,” he ordered. “And spread your ass for me.”
I obeyed instantly, face down, ass high, cheeks parting as I presented myself completely. My anal hole clenched, fluttering, already leaking from the previous stimulation. My pussy lips began to tremble and quiver, my body desperate and dripping.
He started slow — a single finger sliding into my ass, then two, stretching me open with practiced ease. I moaned loudly into the mattress, the stretch sending sparks of pleasure-pain through me.
“Meat Toilet… you’re so tight back here,” he growled, his voice rough and satisfied. “But you’re getting better at taking it. Look at how easily you’re opening for me.”
He worked me open with two fingers, scissoring, curling, hitting that spot that made my pussy clench and leak even more. Then he pulled out, swapped the gloves for fresh ones, and began inserting his middle and ring fingers into my dripping pussy.
“Meat Toilet… so wet already,” he smirked, pushing deeper, curling his fingers to rub my G-spot until my hips bucked involuntarily. “You’re such a needy little cum-dump now. All that training paid off.”
My legs shook harder. I was babbling nonsense, begging, when he pulled out again and brought the speculum back into view. The same cold metal, now slick with lube, pressed against my entrance.
I let out a broken, high-pitched whine as it was slowly pushed inside, forcing my pussy lips wider than before. The bolt turned, stretching me until I was gaping obscenely, cervix fully exposed and throbbing right in front of the camera.
Master hit record.
He pressed the egg against the speculum’s base and turned it to max vibration.
The clattering began immediately — metal on metal, frantic and loud. My cervix was being fucked by the vibrating egg, each jolt sending shockwaves through my entire body. My legs kicked and trembled uncontrollably, my pussy squirting and dripping everywhere as I came again, screaming into the mattress.
He let me ride the wave, then pulled the egg out, stopped the recording, and made me watch the playback.
My own face on the screen — flushed, crying, mouth open in a scream of pleasure — made me feel even more degraded. I was shaking, sobbing, when he finally pulled the speculum out.
The sudden emptiness made me wail, my pussy and ass both clenching and fluttering, desperate for more.
Master grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my back in one rough motion.
I landed with a cute, startled cry — “Kyaah!!” — and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes full of pure need.
“Meat Toilet… please… fuck me,” I begged, voice cracking, hips rolling desperately. “Put your cock in me… right now… I need it… I’m so empty…”
He didn’t hesitate. He lined up and thrust in deep with one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt in my soaked, stretched pussy.
“Aaargh…♥” I screamed, back arching, legs locking around his waist as he started pounding me with savage force.
The new angle, the deeper penetration, the relentless rhythm — it was too much. My cervix was being abused in the most delicious way, the speculum memory still burning in my mind, and I shattered again, coming hard around his cock while he roared and filled me with hot, thick ropes of cum.
He didn’t pull out. He kept thrusting, marking me as his meat toilet, until he was spent and collapsed beside me, both of us panting, covered in sweat and fluids.
I lay there, ruined, dripping, and completely broken — exactly the way I was supposed to be.