Tyler's bedroom door was never shut.
It was shut tonight.
He was currently riding Marla's face. He was humping her like a dog and he panted like one, tongue hanging out of his slack jaw. He moaned breathily, overcome with anticipation for the most intense orgasm of his life. He rammed his hips forward at a forceful and quick pace. He had a frightening stamina that took Marla off guard the first time they had sex.
The first time she got into bed with him, it was like Marla met a completely different person. Under the sheets Tyler was an animal. A mythical creature she couldn't prove existed. Marla would never admit how much he intrigued her.
She was fucking a stranger and she loved it. She wanted more immediately. Tyler was more than willing to oblige. Of course it only added onto his ego.
Marla groaned and whined, but wouldn't dream of asking him to go slower. She often wondered what was going on in his head, but Tyler never paid any mind to her point of view. He was too caught up in the act that he was performing for himself.
He was loud. And theatrical. He moaned like he wanted the entire house to hear him. Like he was on stage, entertaining a game show audience of perverts. At the very back seat, furthest away from the show, even those audience members were within earshot to hear Tyler calling Marla human butt wipe.
"Take it, human butt wipe"
"Do it, human butt wipe."
"Choke it down." Tyler would order. "Keep it down."
Tyler would say that line when Marla had his cock in her mouth. She didn't have his cock in her mouth tonight.
"Swallow all of it." Tyler, despite panting for breath earlier, spoke clear and calmly. As if he hadn't been brutally humping her face for the past hour. He was grinding his hairy anus all over her face. Rubbing it across her eyes, pressing it against her lips like a kiss, wedging her nose inside of it.
Her face was his butt wipe.
Her job was to lick him clean.
She would call him a human butt wipe right back at him. She was a literal one, he was a metaphorical one.
It originally started out as Marla giving him a rimjob.
But before that, it started with her beginning with cleaning his cock. She let her tongue travel from the tip of his shaft all the way to the bottom, burying her face in his jungle of pubic hair. Marla would suck on each of his testicles, stroking his cock mindlessly. Soon she would then marinade his taint with her tongue. Taking in the musky, earthy flavor of the sweatiest part of his body.
She'd then graduate all the way to his asshole. She placed her pouty pink lips against his wrinkled brown sphincter.
"Kiss it like it's our wedding day, butt wipe." Tyler ordered. "Use your tongue, give my asshole a passionate French kiss."
And so Marla gave Tyler's hole a passionate French kiss. She pushed her tongue in as far as she could. She tasted the bitter depths of Tyler's bowels. She could taste the bacteria and slime and sewage that Tyler had backed up inside of him. Her nose was barricaded on both sides by Tyler's cheeks. She didn't expect him to have such a muscular ass. Her whole face was being squeezed by him. He was using her as a human butt wipe and putting all his weight on her.
According to Marla she didn't have any limits. She's been through it all. There was nothing Tyler could do that would phase her. He challenged her and she gave him carte blanche to "Try whatever he wanted." and so far she agreed to everything.
The last thing she wanted was for Tyler to see her as weak or vulnerable, despite him dominating her in the most degrading ways possible. She seemed to think she had some power in it, granting Tyler the permission to do these things. But her snotty facade afterwards, the put on show of being unaffected, it riled Tyler up. It riled him up enough to want to find a way to break her on the outside instead of just being broken inside.
Tyler forgot what it was, but he felt like Marla had taken something from him. Like she had intruded on his territory He couldn't remember what it was; it was too blurry at the back of his mind. Regardless, he knew that he wanted to get some kind of revenge.
She was already at rock bottom, but Tyler viewed it as a challenge to continue digging and to drag Marla to new lows.
Tyler wanted to see how far he could push past the bedrock.
Naturally, one night after she finished swallowing his load with his cock halfway down her throat, Tyler asked her something.
"So, have you ever eaten ass?" Tyler questioned nonchalantly.
Marla leaned back, allowing his cock to slide out of her mouth. It landed on her small breasts with a wet thump.
"Only once. For drugs."
"Want to do it again for free?" Tyler offered.
"I'll think about it." Marla wiped fresh cum off her chin. "You'll have to clean your ass first."
"I think I can manage that."
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And now here Marla was, on her back, lying down on Tyler's unwashed bed sheets. Grinding his unwashed ass against her unwashed face. He didn't want to sacrifice any soap. He had a deadline to make for the autumn collection at Nordstrom.
Besides, his natural musk would get the job done much better.
For Tyler, it was entirely primal in several ways.
He was marking his scent on her.
He was dominating her.
She was willingly submitting.
The natural order, for the chivalrous and law abiding male.
But a deeper part of Tyler's monkey brain longed for an even more debased primordial urge. An urge dating back to a millennia ago. When cavemen would club a pretty little thing and drag her unconscious back home to his earthly abode.
Marla didn't deserve that kind of treatment, Tyler would decide. It already happened to her.
Before he started humping her face he urinated on her chest. The warm yellow liquid pooled between her shallow breasts and dripped down her waist. Marla felt like she was reborn, baptized by Tyler. He sat on her vulva, toned butt applying pressure to her clit. He'd pass gas on her and let her shamefully enjoy the sensation.
Marla did it all without a fight, but he pondered the thought of forcing it onto an unwilling woman.
A corrupt female politician caught in a child trafficking scheme. A lady CEO supporting deforestation. An ultra rich housewife who never did a chore in her life and treats the help horribly.
Some hypothetical woman he'd have to make up in his mind.
Whoever she was, he'd love to crush her stuck up little nose between his asscheeks. Clench them together and form a hydraulic press. Asphyxiate her and let her last desperate gasp for air be nothing but his gas.
Tyler had a flashback to one night at the Pressman hotel.
In the kitchen, all alone. He had his head reeled back in relaxation, aiming his cock at a simmering pot of French Onion soup. He moaned with satisfaction as he unleashed the contents of his bladder.
"Fuck." He groaned, eyes rolled to the back of his head. He could hear the liquid sizzling as his urine made contact with the soup. The fluids blend together in culinary harmony.
He made sure to snack on some of the grilled asparagus that the chefs prepared earlier.
He'd been holding this in for a while. It was a really long piss. He had to go for an hour, but he had to wait til he had privacy. He couldn't go if he knew someone was watching. He relaxed himself so much that he passed gas several times. After each fart he felt a twinge of adrenaline in his cock.
He reached behind himself, grabbing a freshly baked loaf of bread. He placed it behind his ass and let loose all over it. Bread was his favorite thing to pass gas on- it was quite absorbent.
After relieving himself, he moved onto the soup of the day.
Cream of Mushroom.
He didn't bother pulling his pants up.
He began jerking off into it furiously, grunting like an ape. Tyler's movements were quick and erratic. He brought the big rubbery organ to full hardness and was hooting and hollering like an entire troop of monkeys.
Monkeys throw their own shit in defense. They threw their own shit to attack. Tyler decided he was just a monkey at the end of the day.
A stupid, loud, grunting monkey.
He didn't even care if he caught the attention of one of the other waitstaff at this point. If one of them caught him, he couldn't care less. He'd love to be caught in the act. Let the innocent waitress walk in on him and see him brazenly pleasuring himself and breaking numerous health code violations.
He got off to the idea of that. But if he wanted to reach orgasm quickly, he'd have to pull out the heavy duty fantasies.
He thought of all the things that typically aroused him. Visions of a rich, beautiful woman on her hands and knees, sucking on his asshole while stroking his cock. Some bored housewife he could seduce into doing whatever he wanted. The lonely 45 year old rusty trophy wife of a wealthy CEO. The thought of dominating a woman ten years older than him ran a chilling thrill down his spine. The elaborate fantasy he had planned out in his head was more than enough to pull him into full hardness.
Whoever that oh-so deserving woman was,
She'd willingly suck on his dangling balls. She'd grip his throbbing cock with her eager hands. She'd rub her palms against the bottom of his dick and use her fingers to caress the top. She'd drag her tongue from his testicles over his taint right towards his asshole. She'd kiss his stained bromine brown wrinkled hairy anus.
Glossy lipstick pigmented by endangered insects would coat his ass crack. Ideally, he'd shit out a diabolical diarrhea powered by the lunch that she treated Tyler to earlier.
A cosmic payback.
That was the last straw for Tyler. Just that one thought alone was enough to bring him to orgasm. He finished himself off into the pot, shaking off any remaining cum. He dipped his cock into the soup, using it as a ladle to stir it around. He mixed his seed in with the broth, blending it all together.
The soup was burning hot but it felt good on Tyler's dick. He shook the cream off back into the pot. He reached for a cloth napkin and wiped himself. He neatly folded the napkin back to its original shape, setting it back to the side for the next waiter to leave it out on a table.
This was just one of many of Tyler's unhygienic crimes against humanity. But just simply tainting meals wasn't enough.
It got to the point where doing it to food wasn't doing it for him anymore. Tyler wanted to inflict his bodily fluids on rich and affluent women up close. Not just indirectly.
