He paid her first, slipping 50 dollars into her trembling hands. Her face twitched. This was her first, but despite the shame, she was grateful. He was fat, and unkempt, but he was rich. He locked the door. She felt less safe, but she was a whore now, she supposed. He stepped out of his robe and smiled. He had good teeth. He was pale and quite hairy, and he had enormous balls. His cock was thick and red and fucking huge. She could smell him. Unwashed, his armpits reeked. His genitals smelled musky, semen and piss, she thought, but not wholly unpleasant.

"You remembered?"

She paused, turned, and tried to smile.

"Yes, yes, I didn't take a bath for two days? Are you really sure?"

She thought he nodded. Whoring for food was one thing. But this thing of his? He wanted her smelly, sticky, and unclean? She felt her shame sink deep inside. It was physically painful.

He sniffed. "Mmmmh." She looked down. His cock stiffened. He liked her stink, she realized, and she blushed. She could not look at him, averting her eyes, staring at the floor. He teased his cock, caressed his balls, and carefully stroked himself, exposing a massive wet head, moist and dripping with ooze.

"You are wonderful, I want to fuck you so much, but I explained it?"

He wanted her to nod, and she did, trying to hide her self-loathing.

"Relax, Veronica?"

"Valerie," she replied.

"Sorry. Val. As I explained to you. I want to watch you. I want to watch and sniff and see, everything. I get so hard just watching. And smelling. I want to smell your ass, especially your ass, and your cunt, of course. All of it, all your stinking glory."

She stared. His schlong, now fully erect, bulging, veins popping out. He was enormous. The biggest meat she ever saw. Thick as her forearm. She stepped back.

"Don't worry, honey. I will make your pussy very, very hot before ramming you with this thing. He stroked his giant schlong proudly. His balls, she never seen anything like it. Like two baseballs folded into turkey skin.

"But I'm ugly," she croaked. "And old. I'm almost forty-five."

"Take off those pants, all of it. Here, let me."

He took her panties from her, pulling them from her grip. He unfolded the soiled briefs, and his cock jumped up and down again. He smiled like he just found a gold coin in the sand.

"Mmmmh." He sniffed and caressed his dripping fuckhead. "Your scent, it's like cunt honey, baby. Come on, sit down on the couch - don't worry about stains, I adore sniffing my couch when I'm desperate and alone, and my perversions overtake me. That's it. Lift your feet. Like that, yes, and - shift you back a bit, that's perfect. Now, lift your middle a bit. I want to see your beautiful asshole as well. Perfect. Now stretch open your cunt, wider. Perfect. Fuck me, what a magnificent cunt. Wow, baby. Perfect. Pink. Creamy, and the smell of your cunt. I might ejaculate. I love your stink so much."

He breathed in deeply, pleasuring his massive cock carefully. She struggled to maintain the gaping open cunt position. Her asshole was wet, and her cunt was swampy, moist, wet enough perhaps to start dripping, staining the couch with her stinky, oily discharge. She could smell her stink. Her cunt was unclean, chalky, dead fish, and piss. And smeg. She stank of pussy cheese that caked her vulva. And she smelled her old sweet sweat, and her ass crack, sweet and foul.

Her elongated nipples hardened, and her sagging breasts filled with desire. Her pussy started flowing, dripping down her vulva and down her soft inner thighs. She smelled like a whore, she thought, biting her tongue to suppress a sob.