Another reluctant G4P prostitute engaged in some eye-rolling, "pussy"-pounding action, while wearing enough eye make-up to paint a mural with, earning it the hard way. We want to do a before and after with this picture; not enough of our traps have been shown en homme aside from Jewel, methinks. Speaking of Jewel, her next chapter is nearly done; Raquel's chapter is still a ways off. We're doing commissions again so expect to see some of those, and expect to see a few more updates on our other blog soon. In fact, there's an update up right now! WHAT A COINCIDENCE!
Bit of a backlog of pictures to post up, so here they are.
Cock-addicted trap prostitute gets double teamed in an alleyway.
A futa demoness plowing a trap while nearly smothering him with her boobs.
A futa naga butt-fucking a trap while totally smothering him with her boobs. Pattern?
This one's probably one of my favorites. I'll probably put up the story that goes with it in a later blog post. Just a busty, blue-haired, big-bottomed bespectacled beauty being butt-blasted and belly-bloated by a big, bowel-busting baby-bumper, as god intended. Her legs spread, her shitter spread, her bowels distended by fresh nut while her tight anal ring is taut around a throbbing, pulsing cock. each twitch filling up her belly with more warm, thick, misdirected splooge, as she grits her teeth and closes her eyes to endure the sensation. Actually, one of the details that I like best is her arm up on the tank, in a relaxed position, like she got comfortable up on the toilet while she engaged in her business. Two people ass-fucking casually. Simple and elegant.
Next post we'll put up some more WIP. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
First things first: we now have a place to post our scat artwork. Here's the link to our new, other blog that you definitely should NOT click on unless you like seeing artwork of girls poopin'. Just saying. That'd be silly. There's probably going to be a good amount up there pretty quick, so if that's your thing, you might wanna bookmark it.
New picture going up Monday, and soon thereafter a Raquel chapter. Still working on the Jewel chapter. If anyone wants us to keep their commission in mind, just send us an email and we'll try to get you s'more. :D
Now, here's a bunch of sketches! We have a few almost done pieces, but since they're almost done anyway, ya'll just have to wait. :o
Trap/Girl getting it in the butt (undecided). WHOA BOY, BIG SHOCKER. So, I actually really like this sketch, and will probably work on a story for it as it grows as a picture, as bare-bones as it is. It's probably going to be consensual (or mostly consensual, however that works), because we're trying to get more lovin' action in. Unfortunately, if we do end up making it female, that won't help our image as man-hating harpies, but what can ya do?
Might write a story for this one if we keep working on it. Always wanted to write a schlocky sex story in the old B-movie vein about the "Queen of Space" coming to Earth and wanting to know more about the way hu-mans do the sexy stuff. Probably in the butt. It's in the butt, right?
Trap (although you can't tell yet) bunny boy bent over and... right up the boy cooter! This is a running theme for us (bunnies, not traps, that's just obvious).
And on the other side of the "not actually a rodent" spectrum, we've got this batboy doing as bats do. We occasionally dip into furry territory, but never for too long. After all, we can't stop here, this is bat country.
Hey all, got some more pictures we're gonna post up soon. We figure what we'll do with the blog is we'll post up pictures that don't have a story finished yet so we can at least get one half of that machine greased up. This one'll be a short one, and the previous entry should be getting a longer one. The Raquel chapter is almost done, and there's a few others that are waiting on half-finished pictures.
*SCAT WARNING WARNING, DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING*
On an unrelated note, and one that we'll probably going to bring up on HF as well: we have a lot of scat content. Like, just oodles of it, both picture-wise (although most are in sketch or lineart form), and story-wise. We've been trying to figure out what to do with it for a while, and we've finally decided. We've decided that we have no fucking idea what to do with it, and that's not going to change on its own anytime soon through... magic. See, as weird as most of our stuff is, we consider it... tame. And if you're the type of person that likes traps and/or futa and/or newhalfs and/or anything butt and/or non-con, you probably feel the same way. And while we're not exactly sensitive to the "not boner or ladyboner killing" needs of someone whose boner or ladyboner is killed by cock, we know that stuff like scat content can make most everyone a little limper at best, and a lot nauseous at worst, so we don't want to randomly throw up that kind of stuff on our blog or HF and have people stumble into it and ruin their Friday night, which necessitates some amount of ghettoization of that genre. It just occurred to me as I was writing this that I could just, duh, make another blog, and that's one possible solution. Other solutions exist in the minds of those perverts reading this who have avoided the above warning and instruction because this is their jive. You, in other words. And so the question is: where should we put our scat? Pictures. Like, in a toilet, obviously, but this is specifically referring to pictures in which 'toilet' is only one exciting possibility. Where should those pictures exist, aside from cluttering up our harddrive with more stuff that some poor FBI intern is going to have to sift through one way? For those wondering what [i]kind[/i] of scat content we're talking about, it's possibly not what you're thinking. What you might be expecting is that it's sanitized (not 'messy') and comical, like most of our stuff, which would be correct. The majority of it, however, is not female-on-male femdom, and in fact rarely is, or involves traps of any kind. Its about equal parts accidental-relieving-in-something and intentional-relieving-in-something, where 'something' is equal parts containers/clothing and, you know, someone's mouth. So, fair warning. *END SCAT WARNING WARNING, DO NOT HAVE READ THE PRECEDING*
With that said, I am going to bury this post with other posts soon enough, but feel free to weigh in on the comments about it here anytime. Oh, and if you can't because you don't have a blogger account, but do have/can make a HF account, I'm reposting this on our page on HF's blog.
We've been working on a lot of stuff lately, and there's a few pictures that are near finished, as is the usual state of things. This is tip of the iceberg when it comes to sketches. There's a new Jewel chapter up for those that missed it, and there'll be a new Raquel chapter up as well sometime soon. - Majalis
They wanted to find proof of the
spectre of Kernhill Manor before they arrived at the fated house on the hill,
and hoped it was all superstition and fairy tales after. But they’d be laughed at if they didn’t at
least spend the night in the old abandoned manse, and there was nothing worse
than being laughed at (spoilers: that’s foreshadowing). Carefully, they tiptoed through the empty,
drafty halls of the once beautiful centuries-old house, its twisting hallways a
labyrinth of doors leading to dark rooms or other halls or empty closets. They were looking for the place where, when
lightning struck, there was often seen a silhouette cast in the window, the
tower where the last master of the house was thought to have kept his
mistress. When they finally found it, they climbed its
spiral stairs with trepidation, not knowing what to expect. A heavy wooden door with an iron keyhole met
them at the top, and with a steadily beating heart, they pushed it open,
finding it unlocked, yet still feeling as if it was never meant to be
opened. Inside the room, illuminated
only by moonlight, they saw a ornate furniture, including two chairs before and
after a wooden table under a dusty tablecloth and dusty glassware, a quaint, if
large, old fireplace, and a simple bed with sheets and pillows. After convincing themselves that there was
nothing in the room that seemed dangerous, like weakened floorboards or
knife-wielding maniacs, they shook the dust out of the sheets and quietly
undressed. Having forgotten to bring
nightwear, they slipped under the sheets, long, pale naked legs trying to find
warmth and comfort between the bedspread and the thin silk sheet. Everything was silent and still, and it didn’t
take long in the dark of the room for them to find sleep.
The wind outside howled as ‘she’
twisted and turned in ‘her’ sleep, the intruder plagued by visions from the
past, until they came to be lying face
down, the sheet barely draped over their pale, naked frame, partially covering their prominent, curvaceous rear.
The door rattled on its hinges,
and then the phantom sound of it clicking shut echoed throughout the otherwise
silent, cold room. An impossible breeze
whipped the air across exposed, naked skin, and the ghost-seeker found
themselves groggily waking from sleep due to a sudden, unexplained biological
He felt a pretty big need to visit
the washroom... more than he ever had before.
It wasn't a particularly immediate concern, but it was, by sheer
enormity, urgent. It became considerably
more urgent a second later, when he felt something starting to give, so he
pushed himself off of the mattress, only to suddenly find his face forced back
into the pillow, and the pressure in his bowels grow even more intense, even
though it no longer felt like the presence there was going [i]out[/i].
He could sense a presence in the
room... but he couldn't see anyone in his limited field of vision. There was no one else weighing down the
bed... but where he felt the presence [i]strongest[/i] was something he didn't
want to put in his journal.
oppressive presence began to weigh down on him, and the uncomfortable pressure
in his bowels grew more… well, big, and his bemused panic overruled his frozen
terror as he pushed up in an attempt to rise, only to feel something force his
surprised face into the pillow, as clear evidence of a supernatural interaction
as one could get, but he found himself less excited about that prospect when
the ghostly presence was putting most of the proof of the beyond up his
He couldn't raise; every time he
tried to, some force pushed him onto the bed, his face into the pillow. Some unseen presence was holding him down...
and something was holding open his asshole.
Something [i]wide[/i]. He didn’t
like to imagine that the gap between this world and the next was his tight, but
stretchable, sphincter. It wasn't just stretching open his anal walls,
either... he realized, to his horror, that when he tried to squeeze his
beleagured rings closed, he felt something... there, holding them opened. This, in spite of his cheeks being pressed
firmly together. Deeper and deeper it
opened his chute, feeling very, very tangible, his eyes going wide as his colon
protested, his own muffled protests reverberating into the soft pillow,
capturing his warm breath in the cold, icy atmosphere. His stomach churned as the fat presence
pulsed in his colon, his starfish spread wide by what appeared to be nothing at
He also couldn’t cry out for
help, although it would have made little difference. His defiant muffled “mmmngh” moans were
partially drowned out by the wind, and even if a call for help would have
carried further, there wasn’t another living soul in the house or even on the
hill. He was alone in the tower, save
for the spirit avenging the intrusion with an intrusion of its own, reliving
the memory of a mistress past in a quite eye-opening experience.
demonic voice spoke and sent a chill down his spine.
he could even understand the otherworldly speech, the presence withdrew
entirely from his gut, much to his relief.
He was less than relieved a moment later when it filled and stretched
his rectum once more, a soundless moan of surprise caught in his lips. He gripped the sheets as he was pinned to the
bed and invaded repeatedly by something not of this world that felt very
similar to something very much of this world.
The bed began to creak, sounding less like a ghostly apparition and more
like what a master bedroom should sound like.
Finally, he knew for certain what
he’d feared to begin with: he was being attacked by a poltergheist, and a
[i]horny[/i] one at that.
He took blow after blow, some
invisible presence slamming into his springy cheeks, invading his hole. The boy's eyes rolled up as the demonic
presence stretched it open without remorse.
"Oh, that's a good girl...
be daddy's little slut..."
tried to exclaim that he wasn’t, in fact, a girl, or an eager slut, despite
what appearances suggested, but he couldn’t get a word out through the pillow.
The shutters rattled and the
floorboards creaked, a heavy breeze flowing through the room that was
sourceless and unyielding. With each
phantasmal thrust, the wall above the room’s fireplace bulged unnaturally, an
empathic poltergeist-action the symbolism of which was not lost on the boy. The whole house shook with each chimney
stretching shockwave, the very bricks themselves forced outwards by the ghostly
penetration, the glassware shattering on the floor as it fell from the rumbling
The intensity of the otherworldly
lust was making the boy cross-eyed with feeling. If the ghostly presence would have been
aware that, in the course of getting its after-life thrills, it was inadvertently
exerting a crushing pressure on its victim's formerly untouched prostate, it
might have exhibited more caution in the way that it filled 'her' rectum with
its massive ghostly "presence", or quit the possession entirely,
instead of vigorously mimicking its former mortal desires with such enthusiasm
and fullness in each stroke, filling the androgyn beauty with each fast-paced
assault on their exposed, beleagured bottom, unintentionally slamming into and
sliding over a button that the raven-haired, white-skinned youth had
previously, in their undisturbed dreams, did not know existed.
With each wall-rattling,
bed-bouncing paranormal invasion, the pinned-down, ghost-buggered youth eyes got
wider and wider, increasingly not because of the shock of being anally
violated, but the shock of discovering that such a thing was threatening to
cause the same result as the chaste youth's somewhat infrequent nightly dreams:
namely, a wet, sticky spot on the sheets.
Gripping tightly onto the sheets
and biting tight-lipped their pillow, the youth tried to defy such an absurd
thing from happening, but their smooth body rubbing against the silk sheets and
the intense simulation from the rear proved to be too much, and the wide-eyed
youth balled their sheet-clasping fingers into fists as the wetness between
them and the bed grew in size and warmth, a sticky web of lust that coated
their stomach and thighs, their hidden-from-view malehood twitching with
confounded excitement as they were filled from behind.
A white deluge burst forth from
the fireplace at the same time that the intruder felt a new intrusion, their bowels
flooded by a sticky simulacra of a similar nature, their stomach filled
near-instantly with a peculiar sort of ectoplasm.
And just like that, the ghostly
presence vanished. Although, the
pregnant-feeling belly and sore shithole remained.
He lay face-down on the bed,
utterly exhausted and humiliated, on a mysterious wet, sticky spot. He'd learned two things about the famous
ghost; it was unquestionably male, and had at least one very human desire,
which he'd just unwittingly satisfied.
Haven't finished it yet, but this is a WIP we've had for a while. On Monday, we should be putting up a new finished pic, as well. This one's a "damsel" that's been "rescued" from "bandits" by a brave knight-errant, and "she" is showing him her appreciation.
Being used to a billion cycles a
second, the non-virtual world appeared to her as if it stood still, everything
happening so slowly that she had time to observe each and every heartbeat as if
it were movement of the tectonic plates.
So when she emerged from the monitor like Samara from the Ring, with
long, dark, stringy hair, she was greeted not by the
horrified face of her victim, as Samara would, but by the dull vacant stare of a bored internet
masturbator at two in the morning, eyes glazed over and penis ambivalently in
hand. He was already mostly naked, but
she didn't mind; so was she. She spilled
out onto his lap, supported her weight on his thighs and gave his unaware mouth
a kiss, but he didn't respond, as it would still be minutes if not hours from
her perspective before the realization that something had happened would appear
on his face. Right now, he was still
watching a busty co-ed "forced" to take a gangbang solely up the
butt, and his disappointment that the video wasn't as authentic as advertised
was the only expression he wore.
"Meh," he was in the process of thinking to himself,
"she's barely getting anally destroyed at all."
The girl that emerged from his
computer monitor would have given him a much more animated reaction, if he had
time to perceive it. Not only was she
gorgeous, and full-bodied, but she was wearing nothing but underwear, none of
which was doing an admirable job of hiding her goody parts. Her breasts were barely contained in an
undersized blue sports bra, and her naughty bits were precipitously constrained
by a blue thong, the fabric of which was stretched beyond reason by a peculiar,
out of place package that bulged out awkwardly even now, when Troja’s flesh and
blood body hadn’t had time to catch up to her arousal. Just a limp noodle and two full grapefruits
stuffed into a form-fitting undergarment.
Her feet finally came to rest on
the floor between his legs, and she saw that he wasn’t bad-looking. A little scrawny in some places, and a little
chubby in others, but with a fresh haircut and a good attitude, he could be a
very lucky boy. At the moment, however,
she knew that he happened to be a very [i]unlucky[/i] boy, as his cute face,
his bitter demeanor and his lazy, fat bottom put him squarely in Troja’s type,
which made her panties even less capable of containing her rapidly expanding
desire. As a sentient computer virus,
Troja’s job was usually boring, floating around on the internet, trying to detect
a potential target… but it was times like these that made her job so much fun,
and so very easy. She licked her lips,
and then bent over to kiss his again.
She looked down at his cock in his hand, and reached down to pry his
grip off. It was always an odd
sensation, interacting with a real human… his fingers were powerless as she
pried them off, one by one, and then brought his finger up to her mouth and
sucked on it. By that point, she was
[b]very[/b] happy to see him, and if he had been able to perceive her, he could
have looked past her face, down at her underwear, to see that her long, hard
cock had almost completely escaped.
“I hope you made some... heh,
[i]room[/i] in your... busy schedule of being a prick on the internet for our
appointment,” she said to him, although he couldn’t hear her.
She turned around, giving him a
full view of her rear, albeit at the same time nearly knocking his keyboard off
of his desk with her wang. She caught
it, and then displayed on the screen his… collection.
“Let's see... Bottomless Bottoms,
Painal Colony 3 and 4... Buttfucked in
Bangkok... Bust My Butthole or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the
Buttbomb... I'm sensing a pattern. Oh,
what's this... Blownout Butts 5, 8, and 10... Gaping Sluts 1 through... 12...
hrm. Answer me honestly - would you bust
open a girl's asshole if you got the chance?” she said, turning to him, and
putting her hand on the back of his head so that he ‘nodded’ up and down. “Yeah,
thought so. Me too. Which is why we've got to get you into your
new outfit. You look like you'll make a
She reached her arms back into
the computer, rummaged around a bit, and then pulled out a pink garter belt and
“I would get a training bra, too,
but I don’t think anyone will see it.”
Unbeknownst to him, she hoisted
him up and over to his bed, wiggling his underwear off of his ankles so that he
was completely naked. She pulled the
garter belt up over his hips, then pulled on each stocking and clipped it to the
garter. Her own underwear could no longer contain her,
so she ripped it off at her hip, discarding it on his bed, as it was completely
superfluous for what she needed to do.
She pulled him off the bed and
onto his knees, and bent him over it.
She made sure he supported himself on his elbows, and then gave him a
light little slap on his tush.
“I know what you’re
thinking. We’re not compatible,
right? Silly boys like you always seem
to forget you have a perfectly usable port… well, not perfect, but good enough
for me. I don’t mind a little packet
loss. I plan on losing a pretty big
packet in there, actually.”
She positioned herself behind him
and used her thumbs to spread his cheeks apart, exposing his pink little hole.
“And what a pretty little port it
is. Prepare for docking, boyo,” she
said. She pressed her lips against it in
a kiss, with both of her hands on his butt, and then pushed her tongue
inside. Her massive digit thumped into
his as she rummaged through his backside, knowing he couldn’t feel it… yet. Deciding she’d had her fill of him, and
wanting to get to the good part, she stood up, spread her legs, and positioned
her huge cock up against his virtual spit-lubed butthole. “Requesting access to serverSocket. Hope it’s not busy.”
She gripped onto his hips, pulled
his ass back, and pushed hers forward. It
seemed like she was exploiting a glitch in the real world itself, managing to
cram her massive meat into his tiny puckered virgin hole.
“No password? That’s not very secure. I thought I was going to have to at least
spoof my access ID, but as it is, anyone could access your asshole. Or is that by design? Well, I suppose that way is very convenient
for the end-user…”
She had, on a few occasions,
helped someone live out the "painal" fantasy, which involved changing
the value of her penisGirth variable prior to calling penetrate(), but she had different plans for the boy, and
it didn't seem fair to double dose.
Instead, as she buried her rod deeper in the boy's colon, she also
pumped it thicker and thicker. The boy
didn't seem to mind, which made sense.
After all, he did like it when buttholes were stretched open wide by an
act of rough anal sex, right?
“Hey, you like watching an o-ring
get all stretched out, right?” Again,
she tipped his head backwards and forwards.
“Then boy, are you gonna enjoy seeing the aftermath of [i]this.[/i]”
She shook her hips side to side,
stretching him wider and wider. Her anal
muscles were, of course, reluctant, but with each horizontal movement she made
his love tunnel stretched and warped, his walls clinging to her.
Even though he couldn’t hear, one
of her favorite things about being out
in the real world was dirty pillow talk.
Although she wasn’t exactly coded for it. “Be honest, do you extend slut, or do you
just implement the interface? I’ve gotta
say, I’m a big fan of your takeAnal(Cock otherCock) routine. This implementation is… robust.”
She crammed it in deep so that
their bodies were together, bloated her cock as much as it would go, and
swiveled her hips around. She could
[i]hear[/i] his anus stretching.
“I’m not gonna encrypt it. You have quite the fun tunnel, kid. Sorry, [i]had[/i].
setAnalCircumference(getAnalCircumference() + 10); We’re talking about a wide bus, here. No… mmguh… performance bottlenecks anymore…”
She continued to pound it in and
out with reckless abandon, having shaped it well enough that such a fucking was
possible, although the prolonged reaming was making it even easier and easier.
“I have to apologize… to anyone
else that planned on editing this code… I’m doing a very sloppy job here. Maintenance is going to be… difficult.”
Troja worked his ass open for a few of her nano-second minutes, then worked his ass OPEN with a capital O for a few minutes more, during which her digital payload sloshed around in her overly full balls, filling her with an urge to get her own reward, to fill his hole with all of her data, a few warm, sticky petabytes of it. She spent so long on the internet all pent up that she'd saved up a veritable unsigned long-full of the stuff. She was nearly there... but was having a hard time buffering.
“I’m gonna overflow... tighten
up! Ooh… if only I could do this at
Of course, any physiological response that would make him tighten up would take too long for her purposes, so she cleverly pulled his cheek to one side
while pulling her cock to the other so that she could use his sphincter, his
one remaining tight ring, to masturbate it out of her. She’d done such a number on his butthole that
even for her bloated cock it was too loose to use otherwise; even if she fully thrust her shaft up into
it, it would barely offer any resistance at all, like the most battleworn,
turned-out sluttiest pussy. While it still felt good to bury it balls-deep
in his shithole, it no longer offered enough sensation for her resolve her
routine gracefully… and she wasn’t about to return to the virtual world with
real blue balls. Besides, what fun was
it to ream a boy’s funhole so comically large that it looked like you’d fisted
him, if you didn’t also fill that newly-mined quarry up with a surprise semen
load? So she continued to pull his cheek
aside and rub it against his wall as best she could, gripping firmly onto his
round white mound as she did, utterly ignoring the genitals dangling just
underneath. She wiggled her cock in his
gaping chasm so that it stuck to the walls and she felt the subtle contractions
and pulses of a ruined rectum, and even squeezed his cheeks together to try and
make it tighter, but the only thing that worked was to rub one out against the
side of his colon, so she put her hand on his rear and pulled it this way and
that while gently rubbing against his sore wall until, finally, she blasted it
up his newly-clogged plumbing, her tiny twitches and jerks filling up his
stretched out tunnel with the gooey contents of her balls.
Her cock plugged his hole, even
as the cum began to backwash, his makeshift pussy simply unable to compensate
for the amount of semen invading it from the wrong direction.
On some occasions, the moment
where she finished her punishment was a relatively calm one, as her heart
returned to its resting rate, and she uttered a refreshed "ah," and
as their violated hole relinquished her post-spewing cock with a small, barely
perceptible sound, so that it constricted and puckered and kissed its
gift-giver, snapping shut to keep the fresh, boiling, sticky load inside.
And with that perverse kiss a
single strand of cum would connect their reddened dumper with the tip of her
cock, the only visible indication that they'd just been buggered, the full
extent of their buggery hidden within their bowels. She'd even left a few to puzzle out once
she'd finished. The ass-to-mouth
enthusiasts seemed to figure out the fastest, on such occasions where she snuck
This was not such an occasion.
She pulled out at a steady pace
to a wet, schlorpy sound, and the boy's hole greedily held on to it, so that
when she had fully withdrawn it, it popped like a champagne cork.
She'd so vigorously crammed it in
this boy's shitter that his anus was now comically agape, making it quite
obvious that he'd just received a thorough booty penetration.
She noted with a sort of sadness
that the webcam wouldn’t be able to pick up her movements any more than he
could, maybe her entire performance would appear a single-frame blur if
anything. As she reclined next to him, a
trail of cum leading from the tip of her sticky, deflating phallus into the
gaping chasm that was his wrecked rectal region. And then, she synced up her mental cycles
with the typical pace of the non-virtual world.
His eyes went wide as saucers,
although not as nearly as wide as his brown eye had been stretched. The last thing he remembered, an incredibly
hot woman had appeared on his computer screen.
Now, he was...
He took it in all at once. He was naked, and his hair was up, and he was
bent over the edge of his bed, knock-kneed, his butt in the air, and his asshole
felt... oh no...
He felt the cool breeze between
his cheeks, and then the burning on his hole, and for a second, he thought
something was inside of it... and he was
close, as something had just been inside of it. He smelled the sex in the air and felt
someone lean against him, and that's when he realized how open his butt felt...
He stomach gurgled, and he felt
like he had to go... but he couldn't understand why his butt felt like it
did. Instead, he just sat there and was
utterly perplexed as his anus gaped and winked like a mare in heat.
"Oho, look at that
face. Someone didn't expect to get a
pongo in the bongo. Or some spooger in
the pooger. Well, your pussy's as good as any other. And, oof, boyo, let me tell you, I needed
He definitely felt something wet
and sticky dripping out of his hole, and it definitely didn’t feel like it
"Oof, what an upload. Yep, I
flung goo up there. Sorry kiddo. No shithole deserves that. Relax, I don't
have any malware. I just didn't have a firewall."
He couldn’t figure out what she
was saying, but when he looked over and saw her massive, dripping cock, he
nearly fainted. His eyes followed a
single strand of cum as it connected to some unseen place… which he realized
was in his digestive tract.
"Keep it - a gift from me to
you, free of charge. You earned it, you
saucy little tart. You and your tight
little fuckhole," she said, leaning forward to see her handiwork. "Speaking of... whoa! There's a well-used pussy if I've ever seen one. And trust me, since I travel around the
internet on porn, I've seen a lot of well-used pussies. And plenty of badly-used ones, too. I should leave a few bitcoins in there for a
tip. I hope you don't feel too violated.
You [i]look[/i] violated enough as is.
There should be a law against what I just did to your butthole."
It was a wider gape than normally
showed up in those videos, and the insides were all painted white. A few dozen loads were probably let fly when
she revealed his fucked-open-wide hole to the viewers at home.
“Quite the cave you got there,
girly. Pretty flooded, too. You could see I had a good time. Hotdog in a hallway comes to mind... I can see someone's not gonna be constipated
for a while. Try and close it,” she said, and whether through shock or a
genuine inability, he only winked it closed slightly. “Ooh... not happening. This is why you should be more
careful in your… browsing practices. I
got to blow my load in a cramped place, and you got a busted asshole. Raw deal, kiddo,” she said, and he couldn’t
even parse the words. "Relax, I
preserved your virginity. Preserved the
fuck out of it... kind of rough for your first time to be in your shithole,
They were both silent for a
moment, and then a glob of cum dislodged and started to drip onto the floor.
“Look at it dripping out... you
are SO full of spunk. Well, thanks for letting me spit my slime in your gaper,
With time stopped for him, he
wasn't aware that he lost his anal virginity in between a heartbeat, but he was
more than aware of it now. His stomach
churned and rumbled… and then the air that had been trapped inside escaped,
blowing a sticky spiderweb all over the floor, and the webcam, coating it with
a white film that all but ended the stream.
With that, she stood up, walked
over to the computer, and gave him a short wave goodbye before bending over,
giving him a full view of her behind, and her dangling cock, and putting her
arm through the screen. She disappeared
into it with a flash... and he sat still in his room, silent, utterly
bewildered, her cum bubbling out of his gaping asshole, her torn panties still
on his bed.
Lot of object-oriented language
going on here, but she’s definitely not coded in Java, since her extension is
.exe. Then again, that’s not the only
weird extension she has. Heyo! - Majalis