Truck driver used me and filmed the whole thing

I was coming out of a bar near the highway when the truck pulled up. The driver lowered his window and asked if I needed a ride. He's a tall man, about forty-something with an unfinished beard, big arm resting on the door.
At first the conversation was only about road. Tiredness, freight, how much time at the wheel. He spoke little. At a certain point he commented that sometimes he took rides from people who later regretted having climbed up. I asked why. He just smiled in the corner and changed the subject, talking business things and asked me for my contact.
Later he asked me if I lived alone. I said yes. He was silent and then told that he liked people who didn't ask a lot of questions but knew how to behave themselves. The sentence became heavy. I tried to disguise it, saying I was just tired from the bar, not like this type. He looked away and did not answer.
When he parked in front of my building, he turned off the engine and said that I really needed to use the bathroom. He asked if I could come up just for a minute.
As soon as the apartment door closed he went straight to the bathroom and pulled me along.
I've seen it since the time you got on that truck.
He pushed me knee-deep into the pit with a lot of force, unzipped and his stick came out already swollen, grabbed my hair and pulled back my head. I still tried to turn around but he slapped me dry in the face just enough to burn it so that I could look at him again. At the same time he picked up the phone with his other hand and pointed the screen towards my face.
Open your mouth.
The jet of hot urine first hit my forehead and ran down through the eyes, then it aimed straight at my mouth as I filmed.
Swallow it.
I swallowed it in gulps, the piss came down hot from my throat and trickled through my chest. It only stopped when my bladder emptied, filming everything up close... still with his hand on my hair he pushed that dirty stick into my mouth and made me wipe to the base of the camera right near my face.
Then he turned me over on all fours in the same box. He spat thickly several times into my ass, opened his buttocks and shoved the roller at once. The pain was dry and deep. I groaned loud and tried to move forward a little with the body. He pulled me back by the hips and pushed harder still filming.
Stay still, you little whore.
He kicked my ass until it was soft and noisy, calling me a whore every time he punched.
Then he dragged me by the arm into his room, threw me on my bed and slammed it back in again without stopping to film. He was pointing the screen right up close to my face as he went deeper; he filmed my face against a mattress with my ass swallowing rolls of paper, my buttocks pounding at him. I tried to hide my face with my arm, so he pulled my arm away and kept recording.
I want to see that bitch's face.
I watched. He filmed every heavy punch, every time his dick was threatening to leak, every expression of mine. The rhythm became more aggressive; he grabbed my waist with both hands, buried it up the heel and mocked me. It came out hot and plentiful, filling your ass all at once. I felt that thick liquid occupy everything inside. When he pulled on the stick a thick thread of fucking slipped immediately down through the balls and inner thigh which stayed open, barking from him, draining the fuck in continuous wire while the camera showed everything close-up.
I cleaned it with my tongue, licking the swollen head, trunk, base.
He finally got dressed, put his cell phone away and left in no hurry. I was lying on the bed with my ass open and dripping, the smell of piss and fucking permeating my skin, unable to pretend any longer that I hadn't enjoyed being used like this. The next day he sent me the video.
I've got the whole video, ask me if you want to see it.