I always knew I wanted it. Not the soft, romantic kind of ending where someone just holds me. I wanted the real thing, the filthy, final swallow. So when I met Derek, the one guy who didn't laugh when I told him my darkest fantasy, I made my move fast. We fucked hard the first night, his cock pounding me into the mattress while I whispered what I really needed. He growled back that he'd do it, that he'd eat me whole if I begged right. I came so hard I saw stars.
The next weeks we planned it like dirty foreplay. I bought oils that tasted sweet on my skin, the kind that would slick me down for an easy slide. I shaved everything smooth, my pussy, my ass, even my legs, so nothing would catch when his throat worked me down. Derek's appetite was real. He could unhinge that jaw and take a whole person if he wanted. I made sure he wanted me.
The night I fed myself to him started with me on my knees. I sucked his thick cock until my jaw ached, drooling all over it, telling him between licks how I was going to climb right in. "I'm going to push my head between your lips and let you gulp me," I said, voice raw. He grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth harder, precum coating my tongue. When he pulled out I was dripping down my thighs.
We moved to the bed. I climbed on top first, straddling his face so he could eat my cunt while I talked. His tongue drove deep, licking and sucking my clit until I was shaking. "Bigger," I moaned. "Open wider for me." He did. His mouth stretched, lips pulling at my folds, then my whole pussy, sucking like he was already trying to swallow me from the bottom up. I rocked against him, smearing my juices over his face, getting myself ready.
When I couldn't take it anymore I flipped around and slid down his body. His cock was rock hard. I sank onto it in one thrust, riding him slow and nasty, grinding my clit on his pubic bone. "Tell me how you're going to do it," I demanded. He gripped my hips, slamming up into me. "I'm going to open my mouth and you're going to feed yourself in. Head first. I'll gulp that pretty face down while your tits slide over my tongue." The words made me clench around him. I came once just from the filthy talk, pussy pulsing.
I didn't stop riding. I kept going until he was close, then pulled off and turned around again. This time I presented my ass, spreading my cheeks so he could see everything. He licked my hole, tongue pushing inside, getting me wetter. Then he sat up, mouth opening wide. I leaned back into it. My head went in first. The heat of his breath hit my face. His lips sealed around my neck. He swallowed once, strong and wet, and my shoulders started to slide in.
It was tight, slick, perfect. My tits mashed against his tongue as he worked me deeper. I kept talking even as my voice got muffled. "More.
Swallow me like the slut I am." Another gulp and my waist disappeared. His throat bulged around me. I felt his hand on my hip, guiding, then two fingers shoved into my cunt from behind while he swallowed again. I came on his fingers, body jerking inside his mouth.
My legs kicked once as he took my hips. Then my thighs. He was thorough, licking every inch, sucking until my calves slid past his teeth. The last swallow pulled my feet in. I was curled in the tight, hot dark of his stomach, still twitching from the orgasm, the walls squeezing and rippling around me. It was everything I wanted, raw and final and filthy.
He stroked the bulge I made in his gut, voice low and rough. "Good girl. You fed yourself right where you belong." I pressed my hand against the wall from inside, feeling him jerk off with the other hand. When he came it splashed hot against the outside of the stomach that held me. I smiled in the dark, satisfied, already starting to soften in the heat. This was the ending I'd chosen. No regrets. Just the slick, perfect slide into nothing.
