Smoky Ride (Extended)

You hopped into the passenger side of the uber you had ordered, a huge polished truck completely unlike the man that was driving it. He was dressed in a camo hat, dark sunglasses lining his eyes while his top was wrapped in a grey wifebeater, workers pants wrapping his legs

You were confused to find him smoking a huge cigar as a driver, the clouds of smoke trapped in the car closely resembling the beard that wrapped his face. The tank did little to cover his body, showing the fur that wrapped it as his fat spilled into the folds of the shirt exposing the curves of his chest and stomach.

"Where ya headed, boy?" He asked bluntly.

You answered, trying not to breathe in the smoke as he continued piping away at the roll. You decided not to make it an issue, wanting to just get the trip over with as fast as possible. You felt dizziness set in as he pulled away, the movement of the car and the smell of the cigar consuming your mind.

As he drove, you could hardly focus on the road as your gaze was drawn to him. You couldn't help but trail your eyes through his fur, watching as each bump in the road rolled through his entire body. You didn't see where he was driving, not noticing him begin taking you through some back neighborhoods.

"Here we are" He said shortly, waking you from your concentration as he shut the truck off and got out. You looked around confused, wondering how you couldn't recall the drive. You didn't recognize the place you were in, quickly realizing you were in the middle of a trailer park. The door opened, your driver on the other side.

You were stuck still processing the situation as he removed the cigar and pressed his lips to yours, sending smoke directly into your body. You felt it cascading into your lungs, your body heating up as you gave into the kiss. Your mind numbed over as its capacity quickly fell, leaving it susceptible to him.

He drew back, letting out another breath over your body. You looked down feeling the clouds tingle on your skin, drawing out dark hair across it. Your shirt had disappeared, replaced with a faded wifebeater similar to the one he wore. "Why don't you take me inside, you look like you need to be treated" He said, his fingers trailing along your back hair into your crack. He drew a gasp from your mouth as he plunged them into your hole, sparks of submission lighting up in your mind.

Your mind complied, leading him into the trailer that you now completely accepted as your own. You opened your door to the sight of what could have been a landfill- empty fast food bags and cans littered covering every inch of flat surface, more shoved in the cracks and stuffed into holes that left the entire place reeking. The man pushed you in, forcing your feet to shuffle through the trash as he led you to the back. 

A strange sense overcame you, the feeling like you had just returned home conflicting with the unrecognition. You felt completely out of place and in place at the same time. It wasn't until the naked mattress at the back of the RV came into view that the feeling resolved. You didn't know how but it felt like you knew it, the dark stains plaguing its faded color, sitting on the floor with all the garbage around it. The hand on your back plunged you forward onto it, the smell of piss instantly filling your head as your face hit the pillow. You gasped, trying to open your mouth to get the smell out of your head, only for your tongue to taste the full flavor of the moisture breathed down your throat. 

Something in your groin twisted, your skin tingly as the sense of arousal was pulled from your depths. The entire place somehow turned you on more than you ever remembered. Images of being covered by the garbage, imagining that your body reeked of the sweat and shit popped into your mind. Your dick hardened at the thought. You turned your head around to see the man with his pants pulled down, his hand working a footlong dick the thickness of a can into full erection as he gazed down at you from above. You found that your own body had already discarded your shorts, your hands already grabbing your package and working on your nips.

Finally the man fell onto the bed, pinning your stomach to the mattress as he quickly slipped into your dirty hole. You gasped as he plunged in, his thick heavy body forcing you down into the disgusting mattress. You felt your whole rear filled with his member, your bladder forced to relieve itself letting a warm wetness soak the bed under you. It wasn't long before you felt precum follow, a constant flow as he cleared out your cavity and rearranged your guts.

Just as you felt your body filled up by his bulge, your mind felt permeated by his presence.  You felt more and more of yourself erased every time he thrusted further into you, and in mere moments you were gone. Your memories had changed, having come to accept your place as just a trash whore with a fuckhole that didn't care who used it. Memories of strangers coming in and using you flooded your head, your body turned ragdoll, drooling into the soiled mattress while your mind was pummeled empty.