The Desecration of Ash

Things changed dramatically for Ash once Craig found out she had cheated on him. Craig left and never went back, which had surprised Ash. No talking, no fighting or arguing, just silence and to be honest that hurt far worse.

She blamed herself completely and felt terrible. Her self esteem spiraled and so did her overall judgement abilities. She began to drink a lot -- not a ton, just a bit every night -- it helped numb everything and stopped her from thinking too much. She would also get high more than she knew she should. Weed mostly, but occasionally dabble in some of the harder stuff. Without Craig around there was little to stop her from getting into trouble.

At first she hated Drew for putting her in the position he did. What kind of guy goes after a taken woman like that, especially so relentlessly? And why did he keep texting even though she wasn't responding? Like, get the point dude.

But she did have to admit that sometimes in her weakest moments, when she was especially fucked up and lying-in bed trying to sleep her hand would wander between her legs while she thought about that night. She'd relive it repeatedly -- how aggressive he was, how helpless she was to stop it. How he felt, how he tasted, how he made her feel.

And it was in a moment like that, coupled with loneliness, when she finally responded to one of his late-night texts. He was over within minutes and soon after she was pinned down on her bed, his face buried in her pussy. They fucked and he left, leaving her feeling lonely once again as she lay in the darkness, his semen drying on her chest and neck and her pussy aching from his thick cock. She wished she never answered.

Yet, she answered again about a week later. At least this time he brought some drinks and they talked for a bit before he bent her over her couch and fucked her exceptionally deep. But again, he left her feeling alone and used once he was done.

She wasn't sure how it happened or what did it specifically, but she started to get excited when he texted. She started responding every time, eagerly. He noticed this change and ran with it -- becoming more and more aggressive both in his propositions and in person. Soon she was leaving work almost every day at lunch and meeting him at her place. He'd walk in with his dirty construction clothes and she would get on her knees in her skirt and work blouse and take his sweaty dick down her throat. And often he would just leave after, leaving her to finish herself off with his taste at the back of her throat and the front of her blouse soaked in spit and precum. She often felt very cheap after these encounters, as much as she loved them at the time, and wondered why she kept finding herself drawn to him as time went on, and that's how she realized she was developing feelings.

Over the next few months she continued to be at his beck and call, hoping he would eventually want more, but he never did. Her self-worth hit rock bottom when he came over one Saturday morning and as she was first taking his impressive dick deep into her mouth he asked how his date from the night before tasted. Infuriated, she tried to push off of him but he placed both hands on the back of her head and thrust his hips up off the couch as he pulled her head in towards him. She fought back hard at first, but as he stretched her throat further which each powerful thrust she eventually gave in, letting him use her warm, wet, and helpless mouth. She found it to be a much more violating act sober, especially with the taste of another woman in the back of her throat and by the time he tensed up and came she was whimpering.

To his credit, after he was spent he actually apologized for being too rough, brought her in and kissed her. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, still whimpering and ran his hungry tongue all over her pussy and ass until she had her hands on the back of his head and eyes closed as orgasms rocked her tiny frame. He kissed up her body as she quivered in the aftershocks, his tongue eventually slipping deep in her mouth. She kissed back and her legs wrapped around him in an embrace -- she felt closer than ever. He broke off the kiss and looked deep in her eyes before laughing slightly. "I'm sorry Ash, I just took one Viagra too many last night but I think one more time ought to do it" and she instantly noticed how rigid his enormous cock was against her.

And as betrayed as she felt, her hand traveled down and began stroking the thick shaft to let him know that she was his. And he kissed her deep again before reaching over into the nightstand for the lube. And as he stroked it on to his cock in front of her she couldn't help but admire his frame, her eyes focusing on his legs, his very impressive member, his abs. But when she got to his face she saw an empty look in his eyes.

And that was the only warning she ever got before he flipped her over on the bed so she was prone and pushed the head of his cock against her asshole. He hadn't tried anything like this since that first night and Ash tried to protest but Drew just pushed her head into the pillow as he forcefully entered her. The air was forced out of Ash's lungs and her vision went black as her tiny asshole was stretched open to impossible lengths for the second time in her life. After she was penetrated all the way he began to slowly thrust in and out, as well as her reaction. Soon he was fucking her harder and faster and as he looked down at her back as he slid into the hilt he decided he didn't need to hold back...or at least didn't want to. He ever so slowly pulled back until just his head was in her ass and then thrust back in as hard as he could -- forcing the most guttural groan out of her. Ash clung to the bedsheets as hard as she could and squeezed tears from her eyes, hoping he would cum soon.

Drew did not cum soon at all. In fact, it was obvious he was growing frustrated as he reached down and pulled her head back by the hair roughly, causing Ash to cum against her will (although part of this was the friction of her clit against the sheets rather than the pure degradation of the act). After that she tried begging him to stop again, but it was hard to get the words out and she just stammered between grunts as he used her. He responded by pulling back on her hair harder, causing her head to snap back uncomfortably and more tears to stream out of her eyes.

It was then that his balls finally tightened and he came inside of her, as deep as he could. With a loud moan in her ear he collapsed on top of her as his dick softened in her very used asshole. They lay like that for a minute as she realized how sore she was and how sweaty the both of them were: she felt disgusting and started to squirm slightly to get him off of her. Unfortunately the motion did not have the intended effect as she felt him start to grow and get hard inside of her again. She couldn't believe it and stopped but it was too late, he was fully erect and starting to pump on his own. His hot breath hit her as he whispered in her ear: "Just one more".

Ash doesn't know how long he fucked her for like that before he finally came again but it was not a short period of time. After he left she cried in the shower again and knew she had to put a stop to it. She wrote him a long message that night telling him that she couldn't see him anymore because she'd always want more and he was just using her. He sent a quick message back saying a few sweet things about her and that he understood. She blocked his number and moved on.

She stopped partying hard, drinking only socially and not very often. She had a few unsatisfactory sexual encounters and short-term boyfriends through Tinder and Bumble but nothing special. Eventually she started seeing a guy for a while but nothing super serious, although she was hoping it would go that way. All in all she was in a much better place and hadn't seen or heard from Drew since she sent the text. Yet, their paths were destined to cross again around a year later when her close friend Emily was visiting from working abroad in another country and invited her to a summer music festival outside the city. She was heading up with a few friends and they had an extra ticket and spot in the motel room. Ash thought it would be fun and a great chance to get some good memories in with Em and her friends.

At the last minute the two other girls had to cancel but Em had a few people in mind as replacements. It wasn't until they got to the motel that Ash found out the two replacements were Drew and his friend Steve. The shock of the awkwardness washed over Ash as Drew gave her a warm smile and she could see in his eyes that he found this not super comfortable as well.

She soon found out that a mutual friend had introduced Drew and Em a few weeks prior when she first arrived. Nothing had happened at all but they had talked a bit and Emily was definitely interested. Drew actually found a moment alone with Ash and asked her to please not say anything to Em, which Ash found conflicting: On one hand, she felt terrible that he seemed more interested in someone else, on the other she was happy that he would likely be more respectful with her friend.

Nevertheless, Em remained oblivious and even asked Ash what she thought of Steve. In truth, Ash found him a little bit repulsive: he wasn't attractive, he was a bit chubby, and he was kind of creepy. Her response was kinder, however -- she just mentioned that she was seeing someone and didn't have eyes for other guys at the moment.

Awkwardness aside, things were pretty good overall. They had arrived early in the morning on a Saturday, getting an early check in at the motel. The festival started that day but they didn't have much interest in any of the opening DJs or acts so they had a few drinks in the motel and got ready to head out to meet some other friends of Em's at the grounds. Drew offered everyone a dose of molly and he, Steve, and Em got right into it. Ash was a little hesitant but Em talked her into it -- how could you do an EDM festival without rolling a little. Ash caved and took it.

Things moved fast at the festival. She had quite a few drinks before getting there and was pretty tipsy. She was also starting to feel the molly quite a bit and maybe wasn't making the best decisions. People were friendly and offering drinks they snuck in as well as whatever they were currently partaking in and she wasn't great at saying no once she was in full on fun mode -- and she was definitely in full on fun mode. So much so that she wasn't exactly sure when she got separated from her bag with her phone, wallet, and motel keys in it, nor was she sure when she got separated from the others but she knew she had to find them.

As she searched the grounds in circles for the next few hours her panic level increased dramatically as she also felt the drugs more and more. She was asking strangers for help but nobody knew who she was looking for. She didn't know how to get back to the motel and was full on crying by the time she saw Drew and Steve talking with a group of girls.

Drew saw how upset she was and tried to calm her down immediately. He held her and told her it was okay, her stuff would turn up with security and they could claim it the next day. Worst case: everything is replaceable. He did make her feel a lot better, to be honest. He didn't know where Em had wandered off to but she had all the info necessary to get back and wasn't worried about her. He hugged Ash and told her it was okay, she was fine now.

As was extremely relieved but the high had turned on her and she just wanted to get out of there and away from the crowds. She asked Drew if she could borrow his key and if he could explain how to get back to the room. "Honestly, it's probably just better if I take you there Ash. Steve and I want to reload on party supplies anyways". And to be honest, she was grateful for the escort.

Drew held her hand on the way back, knowing that she wasn't fully recovered. It did help her feel safe and cared for, so she was appreciative. Once they got back they sat her on the couch and Steve went about making them all some drinks while Drew cut up some lines of what could only be coke. Steve and Drew partook while Ash did not, she wanted to come down a bit, not end up more high. Sadly, the molly in her drink would make that impossible.

The motel room was a single room with a queen and a pull-out couch. They sat on the couch laughing about stories with the TV on in front of them. They put some stand up comedy on as that would lighten Ash's mood, and it worked. It also helped that Drew was rubbing her thigh, which was quite nice. Eventually he migrated to putting his arm around her and she leaned into him. She felt quite nice now that she was calmed down.

Her heart raced as she turned her head to him and he was looking at her. A tingle spread throughout her body as he leaned in and put his lips to hers. She opened her mouth and took the invitation, sliding his tongue deep inside of her. She completely forgot about Steve on the bed and focused only on how good this all felt. Her pussy was on fire as Drew's hands explored her body once again, eventually sliding up her skirt and rubbing her clit through her panties before pushing them aside and then sliding a finger deep inside her. Instinctively she undid his jeans and moaned as she pulled out his rock-hard cock. God, how she had actually missed it without even knowing.

As she stroked his shaft it self lubricated with excessive amounts of pre cum. He broke the kiss for the first time and whispered in her ear: "Damn, I missed you". Ash melted and rushed her lips back to his. God, she was high but also in heaven. She wanted to thank him for saving her, for making her feel safe. She broke the kiss off and lowered her mouth to his hard cock.

Ash forgot how mush she loved his taste, especially his musk from being at the festival all day. She forgot how sexy she felt sucking a man of his size and responsiveness. How enamored she always was in the act, how it took all of her attention to handle it. How sexy she felt as Drew had one hand on the back of her head and the other down her shirt, fondling her sensitive breast. She was on her knees on the couch, bent over and had completely forgotten about Steve until she felt his hand between her legs from behind and sat up with a jolt.

"No." She protested. Steve put his hands up in the air and stammered "Hey, I'm sorry -- I thought..." before Drew interjected "Hey Ash, look at me" and turned her to face him before kissing her. "I think it would be pretty hot." He walked over to the table and took a dose of molly on his finger and ran it over her lips before slipping it into her mouth for her to suck. "I want you to have a really good time and think it would be so sexy to hear you moan from pleasure as you suck me off. I'd love that". He leaned in to kiss her again and pulled her into him before whispering in her ear "Please just do this for me? So fucking hot". He sat back down on the couch and laid back sideways. His impressive dick upright in the air. She looked back at Steven and shuddered before lowering her mouth to Drew's cock.

Steve wasn't as good with his hands as drew, although his fingers were very think. He fumbled a bit and was rougher and more abrasive. All his movements were jerky and sudden. he felt good but vaguely painful and she was relived when he stopped with his fingers and brough his mouth to eat her out from behind. His warm tongue felt better, although his whiskers were prickly. But her pussy really began to respond as he moved on to her asshole, licking it softly and pushing his tongue inside the tight hole.

It helped that Drew was being so vocal; moaning and telling her how hot it was as she responded to Steve's tongue by moaning with Drew's cock in her mouth. He had both hands on the back of her head but was just gently guiding her and she loved the tenderness of it. She also loved the feeling of the cold air hitting her pussy as Steve pulled her panties down for better access. She moved her legs closer together to help make it easier for him as he removed them completely with her skirt still hiked around her waist.

But when Steve returned to her it wasn't his warm mouth or clumsy fingers, instead she felt the head of his cock up against her soaking pussy. She panicked briefly and pulled up "I don't want to...." Drew looked down at her and said "You do." She looked up at him with pleading eyes "Condom?" Drew didn't say a word and just slowly pushed her head back down onto his waiting cock. She closed her eyes and her skin crawled as Steve pushed into her with a disgusting moan.

She never saw Steve's dick but certainly felt it. It was much shorter than Drew's, which was actually nice, but also even thicker somehow. How it all felt is hard to describe -- she wasn't into it but it felt good in a mechanical sort of way. His hands on her hips thrusting into her while Drew guided her head definitely was sexy but he didn't have the rhythm or pace control of Drew and it was apparent that this was just about him. He was hard to take and she tried to spread her legs as far as she could apart to accommodate him better but it still wasn't enough.

It was hard to concentrate on Drew while being fucked from behind and she had to stop taking him in her mouth for fear of using her teeth, instead sucking and licking her saliva from his shaft and balls while she stroked him. Drew uttered words of encouragement as he pulled his legs back and repositioned so her tongue made contact with his asshole. Once again her boundaries had been pushed and she had never felt so dirty, despicable, and used in her life as an orgasm washed over her and racked her body.

The clarity afterwards was not pleasant. Her tight pussy was sore from being stretched out by this unattractive stranger's cock, her jaw was sore despite Drew's gentleness, her body felt dirty and sweaty, and her mouth was filled with the overpowering taste of Drew. The drugs just made her feel it all the more.

As Drew pulled her head in towards his asshole once again she realized the sound on the TV had been muted at some point and the only sounds in the room were of her debasement: her wet pussy being fucked, her own sloppy licking, her laboured breathing, and the grunts of two men. She couldn't help but focus on it and as her body was covered in goose bumps she peaked and buried her tongue even further into Drew, she was close again.

Steve didn't have the staying power of Drew and his pace picked up briefly before he pulled his cock out, she was relieved he didn't cum in her at first but when he shot a very impressive feeling load all over her exposed asshole and pussy she realized that felt even more degrading. It didn't help that he crudely grunted out "Slut's pussy is so fucking tight" as the last drops escaped his spent cock.

She reached her hand down between her legs to survey the mess and as she did electricity shot through her body. Somehow feeling his hot cum on her opening made her feel so sexy and she couldn't help but slide her fingers in. She came and pure pleasure spread through her. Drew lifted her head to look at him and stared back at her "You're doing so well, so fucking sexy". Despite herself, she melted again.

Drew got up, dipped his hand into the bag of molly again and slipped a finger back into her mouth while she dutifully sucked it off. He helped her stand and her world span as she realized just how out of her mind he was as he lead her to the bed. He got on top of her missionary and slowly fucked her until he pulled out and guided her head to his cock and filled her mouth with his load. She collapsed back down into the bed and faded out.

A few minutes later she awoke to feel the familiar feeling of Steve's mouth on her clit, but also something strange. She looked down and saw he was stuffing her panties inside of her. It felt awkward but not bad. She saw Drew at the table, crushing a blue pill again. She was going to say something when Steve slipped a thick finger into her asshole. She collapsed into the bed again and gripped the sheets. No longer in control of her body she came again from the combination of his tongue and feeling so full. She closed her eyes while he continued.