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The meme was at least three years old by this point. But Antonia had gotten the idea to head out tonight to a few clubs with it advertised across her pert chest.

'But of course she has to overdo it.' Dusk thought to himself, as she stood in front of him showing off the new screen printed shirt.

Bright red choker wrapped around her neck, and a leather black belt around her slim waist, not far above where her actual belt sat. She was entirely too pleased with herself, a self-satisfied smile on her lips.

"What do you think?" she asked, running her hands down over the belt around her waist. "Think anyone will be able to take the challenge?"

"Take it, sure, you'll have a line of guys waiting to shove their dicks into you." Dusk rolled his eyes. "I know how much you like getting stuffed, but you're going to need a lot of dick to snap the lower one."

"Isn't that the point?" Antonia countered, running a finger over the tight fabric around her neck.

"Clearly. You think you even need to wear that thing for guys to want to throat fuck you anyway? Not sure you can pull like you used to?" He said dryly.

"Are you getting jealous of little me getting all that attention?" She teased, stepping closer to him and leaning in close to his face. "You aren't usually so possessive of me..."

"I'm. Not." Dusk told her. He didn't hide the glances down at her chest, put on display at this angle as she pressed her bosom tightly between her arms. His eyes traveled up her slender neck, idly remembering how it felt to tighten his hands around and watch her writhe under his grip, before he met her eyes. "But you're awfully cocky to think you could make me feel that."

"Then..." She stepped back, fixing him with a taunting gaze. "Want to see if you can manage even one?"

With a sigh, Dusk stepped forward, seeing just how badly she wanted him to react and play her game.

So he kicked her legs out from under her, and grabbed her shoulder as she fell to her knees, pulling her face hard into his crotch. With a startled yelp that turned into a low moan as her face came to rest against the fabric of his pants, she settled into a kneeling position below him. He pulled her nose closer, forcing her to inhale the heady scent of arousal there, watching her eyes roll up and gaze at him needily.

"You're hopeless." he sighed, holding her there for a few more seconds to ensure she was made to take in his scent even further. He shoved her shoulder back roughly, sending her sprawling onto the floor.

"Lose the pants, and your underwear. I don't want you to soak them through when you lose." He commanded. Antonia gave a huff at the sudden reversal of power, but wordlessly unbuckled her jeans as she lay on the ground, sliding them off in tandem with her panties. She arched her back, then lifted her legs high as they came off, giving him a show of her smooth, long legs, and her sex poking out between them, above her nicely rounded behind.

"You're not just a whore, but an attention whore, as well." Dusk growled, grabbing her hair and yanking Antonia up into the same kneeling position she had taken before.

Antonia gave a sharp gasp as she painfully pulled her up by her hair. It made her legs weak, and she felt a jolt go through her chest, heart feeling tight. She barely had time to register the new way Dusk was treating her before her face was pressed once more between his legs, and her next breath was filled with the heavy scent of his manhood.

Without ceremony, he worked his pants down, underwear sliding down her lips as he pulled them away. The hot, heavy weight of his shaft settled on her lips, pressing insistently before it slid over her cheek and came to rest on her nose. She shuddered at the way her body flushed, tingles along her spine as the scent became overpowering, robbing her mind of any desire to pull away from the painful grip he had on her hair. She felt the cold air on her exposed sex playing over now damp folds, calling for her to reach down and touch herself.

"Why would I break one at a time when I can just do both?" he told her, pushing her face down and into the heavy sack below his cock. Her breath played over it, coming in deep gasps that betrayed her own state of mind, unable to stop herself from rolling her long tongue forward to taste him there where his scent was strongest. There was a deep sigh from above her as she began to lick and play over the large balls, pushing her lips up to kiss them lovingly. To her it felt like there was nothing else in the world right now, her mind a haze of scent and taste and heat.

Her head was pushed lower, and with the shot of delightful pain that came with having her hair tugged, she realized he was angling her gaze upwards. The head of his cock, already hard with drops of his seed dripping down onto her lips, throbbed above her face. Even in her pheromone addled mind she knew he would manage at least one of his goals with that thick, long cock. She was no stranger to spending long nights with that thing hitting so deep into her body that she could watch the way her stomach was pushed out from its sheer length and girth.

Now he pressed it against her lips and she let him take her mouth willingly. Inch after inch slid down into her mouth and then beyond to her throat, where she felt it press her neck out so that the choker strained against the new girth it was forced to accommodate. Her lungs began to burn as he held it there, unable to draw breath through the hot mass of cock that blocked her throat. She held on, head getting lighter, her body drawing up reactions too powerful for her to consciously suppress. She choked, gagged suddenly, and sputtered as saliva foamed around his lips, throat convulsing around Dusk's shaft. She grabbed his legs and tried to push, but he wouldn't budge, and the saliva rose in her mouth as she tried fruitlessly to spit it out and take a desperately needed breath, her throat spasming violently.

Finally he let his shaft slide out far enough for her to gasp in a deep, coughing breath. Stars swam in her vision as she gasped in wet choking gulps of air, even as he kept the tip of his cock pressed into her tongue.

Through the tears in her vision she looked up at the one holding her in such a strong, painfully dominant grip, forcing himself on her like it was his right to. Dusk was treating her less like a lover and more like a common whore, worth only as much as her holes could be used to get him off before she was discarded on the street.

"Fuck me, he knows how to turn me on..." She thought, her body responding to the degrading treatment with a rush of euphoria. When he angled her head all the way back and pushed into her throat again, she didn't resist.

His thrusts were hard and deep, each one stretching her gullet out as the head of his cock hit the bottom of her neck every time. She choked on the invading shaft, gagging loudly through muffled moans and half formed screams of panic mingled with enjoyment. Her eyes stung as tears formed, the mascara she'd so carefully applied half an hour before running down her face as both the tears and saliva running down her lips to her eyes smeared it away.

Her face was held between his legs, hands balled into fists in her hair as he fucked her so violently that she wasn't sure from one moment to the next if she'd pass out. Spit and precum formed a salty mess in her mouth, escaping from her lips to add to the mess on her face. She barely got in enough air to stop the light headedness that robbed her of her strength to push back against his thrusts, but through that confusion in her head she could still hear his grunts and moans above her.

Her tongue played over his balls, pressed up into them and curling around each one as if to coax him on. She couldn't take a breath without the heavy pheromones of his body invading her mind again and again, driving her wild.

Her whole body was so alight with sensation that the pain barely registered as any different from the waves of pleasure, even as a sudden rush of ecstasy that made her toes curl and stomach tense rolled through her. She felt warmth soak her legs, and the splatter of something hot and wet between her thighs as it hit the floor, her hips rolling in time with the spray.

'He's making me squirt without even touching my clit!' She thought, feeling as if she was watching her body from afar, used like a cheap sex toy as she squirted all over the floor, leaving a growing puddle between her legs.

It didn't stop. If anything every time he almost made her pass out from the way he fucked her throat it happened again, the hot spray splashing down her legs and leaving her body shaking in uncontrolled ecstasy.

She hadn't noticed that his thrusts had grown faster, and more uncontrolled. He nearly made her pass out more than once, unable to stop thrusting so deep to let her breath. She felt it coming before she had time to prepare herself, her tongue wrapped over his balls as they shifted and a hard throb in her throat announced his climax, followed by his out loud groan.

She didn't need to swallow. He was so deep in her throat she just had to let it all flow down into her stomach, splashing hotly along her esophagus. He thrust short and hard, and her choked suddenly, throwing back up a mouthful of cum around his cock before the rest went back into her throat. It happened again, and the cum spurted from her lips to splatter down her face. She gagged, and couldn't breathe without choking on it, her nose expelling a hot stream of it alongside her lips.

"Can't break that belt with just one load..." Dusk groaned, as if the effort of filling her was its own workout. And then he began to fuck her throat once more just as he had before.

She screamed around his cock, even as she came again, holding onto his legs as the cum on her face ran down into her eyes, forcing one closed as the other rolled back in uncontrolled pleasure. Her mascara smeared all down her brow and the sides of her face, following the mixed trails of saliva and cum, her tears only helping it along as it ran into her hair.

She had lost track of all measures of time, so she could only guess how long it was before the next load was forced into her stomach. And then another. And another. Her legs were soaked and her throat burned. She still clung to his legs as he used her body up, as if he wanted to break it entirely before he was done, having got every bit of use out of her before she was rendered used up.

Her belly was heavy, she felt the way it pressed out against the belt, and the sloshing heat in her stomach was like she had swallowed a hot water balloon. It would be comical if she wasn't fighting to stay conscious and choking on every thrust of his cock. She couldn't even try to spit out his cum anymore. Instead it just leaked from her lips each time she felt his cock force her to expel it up from her throat. It ran down her neck to soak the fabric of the forgotten choker, and her shirt beside.

Then as Dusk came one more time, she felt the pressure in her stomach grow so much that it felt like she was going to burst, skin tight, pressing out and stopping by...she remembered the belt. She heard her own stomach gurgle, and the sloshing of all of his seed in her belly as once more the painful distension forced her to orgasm, abs tensing and pressing out against her filled guts, another addition to the mess on the floor spraying from her untouched sex.

The pressure released with a load snap, followed by a second smaller snapping sound. The pain left her stomach and was replaced with only the warm, liquid fullness she had felt before, any discomfort drowned out by the relief that made her whole body shudder.

For a moment she was held in that feeling, her body relaxing, releasing her arousal onto the floor uncontrollably, muscles so slack that she couldn't stop it if she'd wanted to. And then all at once her throat was empty, feeling as if it was gaping wide even as he mouth closed and reflexively swallowed the frothy mess of cum left in the void where that cock had been. She fell back onto the floor, and arched her back with a loud, sobbing gasp as the heavy load in her stomach rolled and churned around with the impact. Her breaths then came weakly, slowly, vision a blur as she registered that the ordeal was finally over.

She realized now that Dusk stood above her, panting deeply. He'd removed his shirt, exposing a sweat covered upper body with muscles chiseled along its form. His cock dripped down onto her face, his cum and her own saliva leaving warm drops over her already makeup and tear stained cheeks. She vaguely realized that the belt was lying under her, broken at the clasp, ripped free of her now largely distended belly. The choker lay next to her, freed from her neck in his last climax, fabric ripped roughly apart.

He kneeled down, and reached a hand out. But instead of grabbing her throat or her hair in the same savage grip he'd held her in, he gently wiped away the mascara in her eye, and the cum stained hair hanging limply over her face. With one hand sliding under her neck, he slowly leveraged her up into a sitting position, keeping a hold of her. Her legs were too weak to keep her up on their own. Her body was tingling all over, even where she was sore, and between her legs her pussy felt hot and swollen despite having never been touched once during the ordeal.

"I think there's definitely one guy that can take the challenge." He said with a wry smile.

She looked at him dreamily, lost in the afterglow of such a welcome brutal treatment. She opened her mouth to respond, but felt something suddenly rise in her throat. With a soft burp a rush of his cum filled her mouth and flowed out down her chin, splattering onto the puddle she sat in.

"Oh...did I do all that?" She asked dumbly as she looked down at the mess, the taste of his seed rolling in her mouth as she spoke.

"I could feel you going off almost every few minutes." Dusk chuckled, rubbing her back softly.

Her hand brushed over her soaked folds, and gave a whole body shudder as the reality of how much she'd came set in, the thought of that humiliating position where anyone could've watched herself practically wet herself intense enough that she knew she'd get set off again if she kept touching there.

"I'm not going to be able to go out like this..." She said, looking down at her distended belly, swallowing the remnants of cum in her mouth.

"Not unless you want to be snowballing every guy you make out with." Dusk confirmed, sitting down next to her. She leaned her weight against him, too tired to want to move more than that.

"It's going to come out one end, or the other." She giggled. "I don't really fancy making myself throw it all up, so I guess I'm stuck here with you for tonight."

"Oh no." Dusk drawled dryly. "Alone with a naked, cum filled, sexually worked up girl."

"Even if I am, you're not putting it in my ass tonight." She said, kissing his neck and leaving an intentional smear of the mess on her face there. She giggled again as he wiped it away in annoyance.

"Right, so you've got one tract filled, now you want me to do the same to the other." He said, putting an arm around her with a smile. "I'll consider it, since you asked nicely. But first, a shower."

"First of all, I didn't ask. Second of all, carry me to the shower." She chided him. "And third of all, having you ruin that other hole would be lovely."

The broken belt and choker, and the planned night out, were forgotten between the two of them as Dusk bundled her up into his arms and carried her away towards the bathroom.