My free anonymous pig service

“Take it you fucking pig, right in your gut.” He put a large hand around my neck to feel his cock jerking inside me like I was his fleshlight wanking toy. I felt the magic pleasure of servicing a man, a high for any pig, feeling every moment of his orgasm inside me, using my practiced deep throat technique, relaxing and working throat muscles to pull him down even further as I swallowed his pumping spunk, the stubble on his large balls scratching on my freshly shaved chin. Oh God, it felt good to have this man’s spunk filling me.

He let me lick his dick clean, I enjoyed his musky cum flavour, then zipped up. I could feel my ears radiating heat from where he’d grabbed and pulled on them, I was into it at the time, but they must have gone red and would be sore later. I thought that he was done, but then the feeling changed from dogging to domination as he kept looking down at me. “Drop the pants pig.” I jumped up automatically to follow orders and unbuckled, letting my trousers fall around my ankles, cock bobbing up as I was going commando. He looked into my eyes as he squeezed my dick, then wanked it to a full hardon.

“You came here begging to be used. Do cocksucking pigs like you get to wear clothes?”

“No Sir.”

“You fuck up. I ordered a pig cum dump service and you were displayed as a naked pig, begging for men to cum in you. You should have been buck naked before I saw you, but the pig’s been fed and, what the actual fuck, still pretending to be human in cheap clothes. Hurry up, get out of that ridiculous gear, show me the pig you are and I ordered.”

He put out his hand. Trousers still around my ankles, I kicked off my trainers and handed them over, and shockingly he threw them angrily one at a time as hard as he could downhill. “Shut your eyes, and focus on edging. Don’t fucking cum until I tell you. These clothes are toast. We both know how much you need to be kept naked for everyone to see what a slut you are.” He was right, I had such a hard-on, wanking for him felt great. Awkwardly yanking my cock and finishing undressing, I handed clothes over. I was wanking hard now, eyes squeezed shut, I could hear him hurled my clothes in different directions, balling them up so they travelled further. I was so turned on being stripped by this guy, I wanted to be exposed more. I imagined how good it would feel if I was left here naked, and I fucked the air putting on a wanking show, moaning spontaneously. When he threw my cheap windsheeter, the wind coming up the hill caught it and I heard it fluttering up like a kite. I was barefoot naked, tossing obscenely, feeling liberated and alive. My phone was the only thing I had left, on the ground in front of me where it had dropped out of my pants. I’d stuck to bringing my old phone and though the horny scene was keeping me erect, my heart pounded with an adrenaline rush when told me to hand it over, as I really needed it to be able to get a bus home and it was my only emergency back up. I knew better than to object as he ruthlessly threw it like a cricket ball, but I just had to open my eyes this time and saw it spinning as it arced up and far down the hill, fortunately not hitting anything. I tried to remember the spot 50 yards away where it vanished into the long grass.