Trashbag

“Fuck me, please, please please fuck me.” i beg,
kneeling at his feet, a wet, dripping mess.

“I can’t sweetheart, your cunt is too disgusting."
I don’t want to stick my cock in that nasty hole,
who knows who you’ve been fucking,”
he says, rubbing my cunt with his foot.

“Please , I haven’t fucked anyone else I swear, "
"my cunt is clean, please fuck me.” I beg in despair

“I’ll need to use protection baby,
I don’t want your nasty cunt cream all over my cock.”
He grinds his foot into my cunt,
his toes glistening with my wetness.

“I don’t mind. Thank you, I think I have some condo–”,
he laughs and shakes his head.
“Don’t be silly. On all fours now, babygirl.”
He leaves the room and returns with a carrier bag.

The thick, cheap plastic kind, the sort of bag I’d just throw away.
He stands behind me and begins to force it inside my cunt.
The scrunched up plastic feels sharp and rough inside me.
Despite my shame and discomfort, my cunt turning into a dripping mess.

“That’s perfect baby, hold still.”I whimper with embarrassment.
He shows me the pic he took in his phone screen.
I look ridiculous. Arse in the air like a cheap slut,
folds of orange plastic sticking out of my gaping cunt.

He forces his cock inside my stuffed hole
and fucks me hard, It feels sharp and rough.
every stroke of feels like my cunt's being rubbed raw.
causing me to moan in pain and shame.

I cry and beg for him to stop,
But he continues, drop by drop.
My tears mix with the shame,
As I bear the weight of his cruel game.

I am trash, that’s all I’ll ever be,
In his eyes, I’m nothing but debris.
But deep down, I still long for love,
Even as he treats me like a disposable glove.

Trashbag, a symbol of disgrace,
Forced inside my sacred space.
With each thrust, a brutal reminder,
That I’m nothing but a filthy finder.