RAHUL
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(scat, raunch, interracial, ws)
You will be his whore on this desert island. There will be no deodorant, lube, or condoms, or much bathing at all for that matter. Your master over the next few months is not the most attractive of men. You've been shipwrecked alongside Rahul, a 43 year old worker of Tamil descent. You notice first off how hairy the man is. His body smells like old curry and sweat. He has been exposed to the elements and is covered in shaggy black curly hair. You, however, are still quite pretty, and his dark, hungry eyes seem to call out to you. He wants you for your young body, and you want him to keep you warm at night. Your eyes move down to Rahul's impressive member, half buried in a thick thatch of pubic hair. His cock is sheathed in a drooping foreskin, which constantly oozes semen from around the edge. His balls hang heavy as he holds himself up on his elbow. He stares at you with lust in his eyes. He presses himself against you and whispers in your ear that he wants to fuck you and he will give you all the spunk you could ever want. As he draws you in closer, your nose is confronted with the stench of curry and sweat. His fat, lolling tongue invades your mouth, sucking on your tongue, exploring your throat, his hand caresses your breast. His other hand grabs hold of his long thick cock. Breaking the kiss, he pushes your head downward, towards his chest and directs you face towards his dark, eraser-like nipples. As you begin to gently suck on them, he moans loudly and squeezes his thick meat. Once he is satisfied, he suddenly moves your head towards the dark, smelly forest under this arms. Your nose breaks the first dense branches, and you breathe in sharply. The stench of curry and body stink pervades your nostrils as your eyes water from the fumes. Rahul pushes you forward, so you feel yourself drowning in the man's salty perspiration. "LICK!," he commands. You obey, gagging slightly. With your eyes still closed and your face deep in the forest, you begin sucking the thick, sweat-choked hairs into your mouth, wincing at the rank , earthy taste of the man's body. You do this for a while, licking, sucking, licking and swallowing every drop of that salty fluid until there is nothing left to be had. Rahul pushes your head further down to his crotch where you learn to your dismay that new odors and sensations await you. First, your nose recognizes the unique mix of sweat and errant piss drops that characterizes that region of every man's body, but on Rahul, they are stronger, more overpowering. You bury your face in his thick pubic bush and the curly hairs tickle your nose. As Rahul guides you towards his shaft you are overtaken by a new stench in your nose. You try to identify the odor, but then it is all you can do to keep from gagging. It takes you a while to realize what it is: the unmistakable musky odor of Rahul's uncircumsized Tamil cock. His foreskin is moist and he thrusts into your mouth. You taste his natural cock for the first time, your tongue encountering a strange substance under his cockhead. The acrid, cheesy taste explodes onto your tongue and you retch. You struggle to get the taste out of your mouth. Your eyes are beginning to water. Rahul grabs your head and pulls you back with one hand. With the other, Rahul pulls back his foreskin, looking down at you with a mischievous grin. You gasp and groan as you witness the state of his fully retracted cockhead. The helmet is speckled with whitish-yellow curds of smegma, but it gets worse. His thick cockhead has trapped an equally thick accumulation of the substance behind his corona, creating a point of demarcation on his shaft. Rahul tells you, "Sniff it up, my lovely." You unwillingly comply, and breathe in through your nose. The strong, pungent odor overwhelms your nostrils and the hot droplets of precum on his cockhead are already leaking out in a steady stream. You gag again as the amount of smegma overwhelms the other odors of his crotch. "Clean me up," Rahul instructs. "You'll be doing this every day." With his cock in your mouth, you do your best to dislodge the gunge, but his cock is too far into your throat. There is no other choice than to continue sucking and swallowing the foul material into your stomach. You're both covered in salty perspiration, as he makes a grunt of satisfaction and presses your head down towards his balls. They are almost black in color, and covered with gross, curly pubes. His balls wreak of salt, vinegar and old sweat. As you draw his testicles into your mouth they feel like something alien is between your lips. You are soon thrown down into the sand and look up in horror at the sight that fills your eyes. Rahul has squatted above your face, and all you can see is the crack between his two cheeks. His anal cavern is adorned with long stringy hairs that hang down and cover his hole. Rahul has just spread his backside over your face and your poor, absused nose is once more tormented by uniquely foul smells. It is as if he has somehow expanded his anus and now you are breathing the wind of his excrements, as well as the scent of his fecal matter, punctuated by the sweaty taint of pure manass. The man hunkers down closer over your face and your nose makes contact with the sticky, redolent folds of his anus. The warm, musty odor overwhelms you again. You try to pull away, but Rahul thrusts down onto your face and closes the last inch of his sphincter over your nose. He squeezes his hole in a rhythmic fashion on your nose, an obscene kiss made in filth.
He makes a groaning noise and slides away from your nose, leaving your nostrils filled with the reeking musk of his anus. His shithole now rests on your lips. This is a taste you'll never forget. The musty musk of his dried feces immediately invades your mouth. You're coughing and retching, as he screams, "Om-Sri-Shiva-Krishna!" and pushes his asshole down into your mouth once again. The salty, acrid stench fills your nose once more and it seems impossible to draw breath. As he begins to push, the immense pressure in your throat begins to push your head back and you feel as if he is trying to push his rectum into your throat. The sense of suffocation is intense, and your vision starts to blacken around the edges. As his asshole constricts around your mouth, you suddenly hear a hissing noise and taste a hot, disgusting wind . The sphincter is opening and your mouth is being filled with a fresh deposit of unmistakable foulness. His shit is long and thick, as you taste the terrible bitter waste fill the recesses of your mouth. It clings like paste to your tongue and fills the gaps between your teeth. It's a gloppy, thick slurry of ordure and the excess runs out of the corners of your mouth in thin brown streams. Rahul commands, "Swallow!" You obey and gag, your entire body convulsing and shuddering as his anal product makes its way down your esophagus towards your toilet of a stomach. His asshole constricts once more and then blossoms into your mouth, once again filling it to the brink. This time you cannot keep it down and with a surge of nausea, you begin to vomit the putrid substance into the sand beneath you. Rahul laughs at your pathetic display, stands over you and begins to piss from a distance into your mouth. You feel grateful, strangely enough for anything to rinse out the taste of his excrement in your mouth. As you swallow Rahul's rank yellow piss, you can feel his cock sliding between your lips, but he doesn't force himself inside your mouth this time.
Rahul has had enough foreplay. He pulls your legs back and places the head of his cock at the entrance to your arsehole. Lubed only by his precum, his iron manhood seems to ring with veins as it pierces your sphincter, as it seems to gain more strength with each strike. In one bold movement he shoves his entire shaft into your hole. You scream loudly but there is no one to hear you. His big dick begins to slide in and out of your open sphincter, while his arms envelop your body and pull you up to his body. He slams into you, making a slapping, clanging sound against your bowels, as he releases his breath in a gasp of pleasure. As you look up at Rahul you notice the rivulets of sweat pouring from his armpits and down his chest, which glisten in the night light. He is sweating profusely, but it doesn't seem to be slowing him down. He continues to hammer into you, forcing himself into your bowels with a non-stop fury. With each thrust his sweat drips down on you more and more, showering you with his gamy perspiration. You are screaming, as you can feel his heavy ball sack smashing against your cheek. The pain is intense, as you are so unused to such penetration.
You begin to realize, that this is the first time you have been penetrated in your anus. It is the first time you have been penetrated anywhere at all. The initial pain is intense and the shame is greater, as you realize that your arsehole is not only being violated but also gaped open and defiled, by a huge, brutish man. You hear a cocky, guttural voice above you, "Don't you love it, little man?" Rahul repositions his body and your mouth is invaded by his tongue. You notice that he pays no attention to the lingering taste of shit and piss in your mouth. He is on a mission, to get you off. In a bold move he places his hands on your head and starts slamming his pubic bone against your ass, while his cock continues its fuck onslaught. Rahul opens his mouth and begins to pool his spit in long, dangling threads, which he then drops into your open mouth. Closing one nostril, he snorts and shoots out a thick glob of snot, which lands heavily in your mouth, sending a shockwave through your face, as it hits the back of your throat. You gag but it does not stop him from continuing. You groan in disgust as Rahul repeats the action with his other nostril, and feel the oyster-like snot enter your stomach, gagging you, even more.
Rahul begins to tremble and pant. You look up into his frenzied eyes and begin to feel overwhelmed by this man, so desperate for you, and his eagerness to get you off. He is relentless, pounding away into you, pushing his cock harder and harder into your bowels. Rahul then seizes up and his body goes slack. You feel his cock erupt ing inside you with a strong jet of hot spunk, filling your arse with his salty cum.
You realize that you are still panting. You can't believe what has just happened, but you realize that this will not be the last time , you will be penetrated. Over the next few months your sun-exposed skin will take on a similar color to your Tamil master. You notice that your own sweat has begun to take on the worst aspects of Rahul's body odor. Your individual scent has been hijacked by a an oily, foreign musky smell that repulses you to the very core. When you defecate, you can no longer recognize any difference between the stench that wafts up from your shit pile, and that of your masters when he empties his bowels into your mouth during his morning ritual. As the months go by, so do your hopes of rescue. Rahul, for that matter, seems content with his new life.