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Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-63053190968881449232016-01-31T19:53:00.004-05:002016-01-31T19:53:34.206-05:00Right Up There (and story)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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He nervously awaits her arrival. It's been nearly a week since he somewhat drunkenly confessed to his best friend that he'd been... dabbling in crossdressing, after she told him that a mutual acquaintance of theirs had gotten back into touch with her, and that she was a makeup artist who specializes in crossdressers... and that she, herself, had a penis. He hadn't meant to blurt out that he was, himself, a crossdresser, but after he sobered up he realized that, likely, she hadn't been telling him that idly. The way she talked her up after he expressed interest... oh, she's gorgeous, and oh, she's so sweet, and oh, she'll be able to make you so pretty... she's older and mature, but playful, and she loves dressing up blondes... made him think that he'd signed up for more of a blind date than a makeover date... but he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity, regardless. His friend, Taylor, told him to make himself and his one-room look presentable next Saturday at noon, and he agreed - unlikely as it was that he'd have agreed sober, he didn't regret agreeing, either. What he did regret was not asking her what "presentable" meant - en femme, or en homme? So he'd somewhat split the difference, wearing his hair down, a neutral-gendered button down with only <i>slightly</i> frilly sleeves, a pair of slacks, kitten heels, and just a hint of make-up (which only took him half an hour to put on), including some eye liner and the i<i>dea</i> of mascara more than the physical stuff. Having finally moved out on his own, he no longer needed to steal his mom or his sister's skirts - he could buy his own... but he'd only bought a handful.<br />
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Once dressed, he had sat on one of the two chairs he kept for entertaining guests... and waited.<br />
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It's almost two o' clock now, and no sign of her. He starts to fidget in his seat - the longer he wears his weak-game make-up, the worse it will look. And, of course, he worries that she won't show at all, after all. <br />
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There's a knock on the door, and he jumps out of his seat, but then frezes in place. It had been quiet enough that he might have missed it, but his nerves are so attuned to his surroundings that any disturbance at all would have been like a wrecking ball taking out his wall.<br />
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He looks through the peephole - and is surprised to see a very normal looking girl waiting. Her make-up was barely noticable - but then, perhaps that's the point. She is rather busty, and her hair does look like it took a lot of effort to make it look that effortless, but he had been expecting her to be more ostentatious, for some reason. <br />
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He opens the door, and then sheepishly says "come in," then steps aside to let her pass. As she does, he catches her fragrance... engine grease. She's rolling a suitcase behind her - does she really have that much make-up?<br />
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"Sorry 'bout the wait; car broke down," she says, and she certainly does have a full, matronly voice with a pronounced twang. He had also been expecting her to be more... urban.<br />
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"Oh, no, hey, that's fine. Did you have to have it towed, or...?"<br />
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"Just fixed it myself. I'm good with my hands, as you can imagine," she says, and he looks at her quixotically, until she pantomimes putting on blush, and nods in delayed understanding.<br />
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"That's good to hear. Do you want to sit down...?" he asks, gesturing to the chair and the small wooden fold-out table between them. She contemplates it for a moment, then looks back to him.<br />
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"Taylor told me about you. She said you're looking for some help."<br />
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"Y-yeah. She said we should hoo-- meet up. I think we've met before."<br />
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"I think I'd remember if I met a cute boy like you," she says, and he suddenly doesn't know what to do with his hands. "I'm Charlene. And I know who you are... but... what should I call you?"<br />
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"C...Cydney."<br />
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"Pretty name for a pretty girl. So, Cydney, what do you need from me?" she asks, staring right through "Cydney", who can barely stand the attention.<br />
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"I... I want to crossdress."<br />
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"Well, that's interesting... I'd like to see that," she says, and he swallows with an audible gulp. <br />
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"I-I've been doing it for a while... and... I don't really know how to do it... and I just thought... you'd be a good person to ask."<br />
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"Why, because I know how to tuck? Or because I know what dress looks best with a big ol' cock?" she says, then giggles. <br />
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He winces. "I... I didn't mean anything by it."<br />
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"I'm just messin' with ya. Just curious what kind of thoughts are rollin' around in that pretty little blonde head of yours."<br />
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Cydney is stunned. He wasn't expecting that.<br />
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"Am I... pretty?"<br />
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She smirks. "Well, you're certainly a cutey, with those big blue eyes and that strawberry hair. And, mmm... I wouldn't say you're not pretty, but... there's a whole world of pretty, and you just stepped out the wardrobe. Speaking of wardrobes, that's where we'll start."<br />
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"So you'll help me?"<br />
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Sure, I can help pretty you up... but it's going to cost you.<br />
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"That's fine, how much are we talkin'?"<br />
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"I wasn't thinkin' of being paid in dollars, honey. How are you with a cock?"<br />
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He can't look at her in the eye, and it's obvious that she wants him to. He looks all around the room, feeling a little damp.<br />
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"I... wouldn't know."<br />
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"Mmmm... that's interesting. Never handled your own?"<br />
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"Well, I have but... I've only been with..." he says, trying to find the words. <br />
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She raises an eyebrow. "Have you now?"<br />
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"S-sure."<br />
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"How many?"<br />
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"Tw... three."<br />
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"Two or three? Or did one not count?"<br />
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"I mean... I say 'been with', but..."<br />
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Her face lights up, and her mouth opens wide, before narrowing into a set of plump, beglossed pursed lips. "You're a virgin, ain'tcha."<br />
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"...yeah."<br />
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"Ain't no shame in that," she says. "But there is shame in lyin' to a lady. By two or three, you meant a big fat nothin', didn't you?"<br />
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"Yeah... I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to lie..."<br />
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"I'm just teasin'. So. Should we negotiate? Or do you just want me to pretty you up, and we'll settle the details later?" she asks, and he nods, late enough that she knows he wants to get to it.<br />
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"First, we'll do your hair and your face. Then... we'll do the rest of you," she says, and he feels a little twinge in the pit of his stomach. His living space doesn't have much, but it does have a big mirror, and she directs him to move his chair in front of it. While he does that, she opens up her bag to reveal not only make-up products, but clothing of various types - all women's, though. "Alright - first we'll clip your hair out of your face. Any preferences? Do you want to look like a movie star? Like a home-grown gal? Spunky and punky?" she says, pulling his hair out of the way.<br />
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"I guess... whatever you want is fine."<br />
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"Whatever I want, huh? Well, that makes it easy," she says while clipping his hair, then she starts to remove the make-up he had already put on. "Go easy with the contouring... you've already got a strongly defined face... and you don't need this much blush... well, not now at least," she teases, and he has to look back up from her cleavage to her face just in time to see her stick out her tongue. Once she's done with the make-up removal, she goes to work, occasionally telling him to turn his head, or flutter his eyelashes, and, eventually, she unclips his hair, and pulls two pink ribbons from her bag. "Take off your blouse," she says, and he hesitantly obeys, unbuttoning each button before worming out of it and handing it to her, but she just discards it on the floor. She pulls a magenta shirt on over his head... and it leaves his entire midriff exposed. Then ties up his hair in shoulder length, unbraided pigtails, finishing each off with a bow.<br />
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He looks at himself in the mirror both over and underwhelmed - whelmed in two directions. On the one hand, he didn't look that different from his usual self. On the other hand, he looked <i>totally</i> different from his usual self. He could easily pass for a girl... someone who knew him expecting to see him would be able to tell that it was him right away, but someone who didn't... he felt himself getting a little... excited, and squirmed in his seat.<br />
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"Here, stand up. Tell me what you think," she says, and he does, although he has difficulty doing so without exposing his arousal. "Oh, it looks pretty good... but those pants have got to git."<br />
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"Should I... take them off?" he asks, looking back at her for confirmation. She bites her nail.<br />
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"Do whatever you want, honey. But I think you should."<br />
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He nods, and unzips them in the back, feeling more than a little self-conscious. He draws them down over his hips and ass, then down to the floor, and then kicks them off his feet - and she whistles, seeing him standing there in a pair of panties, kitten heels, and a belly-baring barbie-pink sleeveless top.<br />
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"Wow. Talk about lucky. If you want to pass, you just have to face away from someone and bend over to pick something up," she says, looking him up and down. While that teasing makes him red in the ears, he's glad that she is facing his backside, because otherwise there'd be no hiding it. "Hey... what are you smuggling in those panties?" she asks, and just then, he remembers the mirror. <br />
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"Um... sorry."<br />
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"No need to be sorry. But those panties have got to go. They don't match," she says, and he hooks his fingers to pull them down, and takes a deep breath.<br />
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"Do you have new ones?"<br />
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"Yeah, I've got plenty," she says, and he nods... and looks down at himself as he drops his panties to the floor. He hears her heels clicking on the floor behind him, and then her finger runs down the small of his back, giving him chills.<br />
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"Shouldn't I put on some... pants, or something?" he asks, looking over his shoulder at her face.<br />
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"You don't need pants to look pretty. For instance, I'm not wearing any."<br />
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"You're... naked?"<br />
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"No, I just took off my pants. Can't you tell?"<br />
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He can. Something is poking between his thighs.<br />
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"Hey... wanna have sex?" she says, bluntly. "Or do you crossdress just for fun?"<br />
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"Charlene, I'm... I..." he says, squirming, as she runs her finger up and down his back, up to the nape of his neck, down to his tailbone. <br />
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"You're looking for love? Is that what you want to say? <i>Cydney</i>?"<br />
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He couldn't even convincingly lie at this point - she can see in the mirror how excited she's making him.<br />
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"H-how... do you want to..." he asks, sheepishly, knowing the answer deep down, and knowing that the answer is "deep down".<br />
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"Well, if we're both facing the mirror like this... our options are kinda limited," she says, bringing herself closer to him, bringing a hand around to his front, to the region just above his unseemly thing.<br />
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"I... I could turn around," he says, enjoying the feeling of her hand as it runs along his abdomen, or her other hand, as it feels cool to the touch on his hot, bare cheek.<br />
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"Yeah... but you won't," she says, all but confirming that she intends to go spelunking in his boy cave. "For a boy, you sure got a nice fat ass... I'm a little jealous."<br />
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"Hnn..." is all he can reply as she swats his rear playfully, then grabs a handful and shakes it. <br />
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"You like being touched there, don't you? Tell me... do you like cross-dressing... or do you like being treated like a girl?"<br />
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"I... I do..."<br />
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"You like being treated like a girl... <i>sexually</i>?" she asks, but she doesn't wait for an answer as she leans in to kiss the nape of his neck, then whispers in his ear. "You want to <i>be fucked</i>?"<br />
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He moans softly, feeling her thing resting between his thighs, as she paws at his ass, and her other hand explores his chest and tummy. "D-do you... do you have... something... to..."<br />
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"You mean do I have plenty of lube on me for anal sex? Sure do. No use beatin' around the bush, honey, unless that's what you're into - both of us want to fuck, and I wouldn't place any bets on who wants to fuck more," she says, squatting down to reach her bag. While she's down there, she runs her hands down his inner thighs... then spreads his cheeks and gives him a kiss, right on the money. "Mmm... I don't give tongue on the first date, unfortunately," she says, while she rummages for supplies. When she finds it, he hears a cap pop open. "Bend over, stick out that big ol' ass o' yours, spread your cheeks, and I'll grease up that shitter so good you'll feel like the belle of the ball on her fourth helpin'."<br />
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He bends over, steadying himself on the mirror, at first, then reaches back to pull his cheeks apart. As soon as he does, she's there, applying lubricant a lot more liberally than she applied the make-up.<br />
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"Are you... really gonna fuck me?" he asks as she lubes up his asshole, first with a finger on the outside, then the inside, then two fingers on the inside. She doesn't answer until the two fingers have thoroughly demonstrated how silly a question that is.<br />
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"I am really gonna fuck you, honey. Right up the ass. How ya feelin'? Excited? Nervous? Horny as all get out? Or all of the above."<br />
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"All of that, and a little embarassed..." he admits, as she thwats her dong on his big ripe pear.<br />
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"It'll start to be clearer once I stick ya. You ready for your anal debut, hon?"<br />
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"I think so... just don-- hnk!"<br />
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He was cut off by a sudden intrusion into his backdoor - the flared head of her penis, popping in with (relative) ease.<br />
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"Don't do what? Hon? I hope you weren't about to say pop my love rocket in your cock socket, cuz that ship is sailin'."<br />
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"Oh... fuck..." he says, feeling it stretch his O-ring open. Whatever he was going to say, he forgot it.<br />
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With one hand feeding it in, and the other on his shoulder, she remains motionless for a turn. "Just let me know when you're ready for more, darlin'. Not hungry for more, cuz I know that's right now, just ready."<br />
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With a deep breath, he calms himself down. He nods, and she starts to feed more up into him at a glacial pace - and glacier is right, because an inevitable mass the crushes everything in its path was an apt description of her meat.<br />
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"Ooh, that is tight. I guess you weren't lying about bein' a virgin. I am really going to have to work to get all up in that poo-say. Hey, how are you doin' up top? Still a virgin?"<br />
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"...fuck...!"<br />
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"I'll take that as a yes. Ever done anything with your cock?"<br />
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"No... fuck... hold on..."<br />
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"Holding on, but I think I just heard you admit you're an ass-first kinda guy. Well, I'll have to give it you nice and thorough so you know for sure <i>this</i> is the night you lost it. A lot less ambiguity about the whole thing if you wake up tomorrow feeling you got fucked by a train."<br />
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"No, go easy..."<br />
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"Oh, I'll start easy. I'm gonna work up to it. Well, first, I've got to work <i>up</i> it. Up it goes," she says, feeding more and more of it up and in. With the aide of the lube, his hole wasn't being too irritated, but it was starting to spasm, and his stomach was tying itself into knots at the strange intrusion from the wrong direction.<br />
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It dawns on him that he's having sex for the first time, and no one has ever touched his cock. As it slides deeper and deeper inside, he feels less and less like this won't count as his first time, and more and more like there's a big dick in his ass.<br />
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Eventually, she releases her own, letting it stick in by itself, and when she's satisfied it won't slip out, she wraps both hands around his hips.<br />
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"Now I've got it good and jammed in there. Look ma, no hands... can you push me out?"<br />
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"Nnh... no," he groans, after trying.<br />
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"Yeah, but I like to feel ya try it. Now I can use both my hands... isn't that nice," she says, running her hands up and down his waist, hips, and thighs, while her cockhead kisses open the smooth muscle in his rectum.<br />
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His whole body feels sensitive to her touch, and he's dribbling all over the floor. Looking at their reflections in the mirror, it looks like she's just embracing him from behind, but the truth is much, much deeper, if not balls-deep. Looking like he does, feeling like he does, he has little doubt that he's going to have any regrets, but feeling her sink depeer and deeper into his irritated guts, he worries that his body might not agree. <br />
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She takes a step forward, gashunking about half an inch of cock shaft into his ass, making him sputter. Then, using her newfound closeness, she rests her chin on his collarbone.<br />
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"There, now I can see your face as you cum. Well, lookit'chu. The prettiest belle with blocked-up bowels I ever did see. I can see it on your face - you're holdin' back. If I look down, am I gonna see a limp noodle?"<br />
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He shakes his head.<br />
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"How stiff is it? So stiff it hurts? Stiffer than mine? Whose stiffer - me or you?"<br />
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"You feel so hard..."<br />
<br />
"I AM so hard, honey. It may feel harder because it's all up in your squishy guts, poking around and wrecking the place, but it is hard as a rock. It's hard for you, honey. Is yours hard for me?"<br />
<br />
"So hard..."<br />
<br />
"How did I make you so hard?"<br />
<br />
"By putting it up my ass..."<br />
<br />
"That all it took? Not my pretty looks and my flirtin' - just one straight up the dirty hole? I'm startin' to think you didn't invite me here for my make-up skills. Then again, you're just now learnin' about my puttin'-it-to-a-boy skills. How's my anal sex, honey?"<br />
<br />
"It's... nnh..."<br />
<br />
"Feel that pressure building? It's going in... I'm taking your virginity. I'm cramming it right up there. Awww... you're blushing. Do you love it? Don't worry... I'll take care of you, blondie... I'll go slow... then, I'll make you think your name really is Cydney!"<br />
<br />
He feels her starting to sink in faster... his hungry hole gobbling her up as fast as it can. He groans as she bottosm out more and more, until, finally, with a soft, inaudible tap, her hips hit against his soft, cushioned rear, and Charlene had bottomed out inside "Cydney".<br />
<br />
"Hey," she says, and lets the word linger in the air as he shudders and sighs. "Did you notice? We're together now. I ran outta cock... but you ain't run outta ass. Guess that means we're compatible," she says, kissing his neck... then giving him a little lick on the cheek. "Well, I guess I should wait to see if your thing fits snugly in me... but I think this is the way we both want it, anyway."<br />
<br />
The full length of her dick inside him, it felt like it was longer than his - although, he was sure anything felt longer when it was lodged where her thing was lodged. He could feel her veins, he could feel the shape of her head, he definitely feel something hard and metal on the underside which seemed like something only advanced cock-holsters should attempt... most importantly, he felt her pulsing. Not only that, her balls were on his thighs, fat and happy, obviously in a fuller state than they would have been if they didn't think she was in a prime mating scenario. He never thought his fat rear would convince a pair of eggs that it was time to pump out sperm and put a baby in that fat bitch, and his cheeks burned red to realize it was happening now.<br />
<br />
"Hope you don't mind if we just... stay together like this a bit. I know you're dying to be fucked... but I'm just enjoying your body... it's not too oppressive, is it? Just having my fat thing stewin' in your guts."<br />
<br />
"It feels... so big..."<br />
<br />
"That's cuz you're so tight. Aw, you're shakin' all over. Don't be nervous, I got ya."<br />
<br />
"I'm so embarassed..."<br />
<br />
"Yeah? What's so embarassin'? Losin' your virginity with your butt? Givin' up your boyhole before gettin' your cock wet? Or just gettin' wrong-holed while dressed up like the sweetest, cutest little girly on the prairie? That ain't nothin' to be ashamed of, none of it... but you look so cute when ya blush that I'm gonna call you my little shithole slut anyways. Let's see the red in them cheeks, honey. Oh, you're tremblin' all over... if ya go weak in the knees, I got ya."<br />
<br />
Her hands roam over his body as she kisses up and down his neck, her thick erection throbbing in his rear, making his stomach awkwardly cramp.<br />
<br />
"Nnnh... you're so tight... you're so soft... your ass is so fat," she whispers into his ear, conspiratorially, and then nibbles on it. "It was made to be fucked," she says, with a voice now, directly into his ear, pressing her hips forward so that he feels an intense pressure in his stomach, which seems to outwardly bulge out slightly. "You know, whenever I say something like that, your dick starts drooling."<br />
<br />
"Anh... ah..."<br />
<br />
"Hey, wanna feel something weird?" she asks, but he feels something weird before he even responds - "it" jumps inside of him, making his bowels cramp... and sending a wave of pleasure and discomfort up his spine and back down cum pouch, yearning for release. Before he can even fully process it, she does it again - and his own cock twitches at the same time, and he wiggles his hips instinctively to dislodge the uppity intruder, but her hips follow him, a dirty dance with her cock in his dirty hole. "Hey, where are you going?" she asks, reaching under his "shirt" to pinch his nipple, "I'm not even fucking you yet."<br />
<br />
She does it again, and again, until he's doubled over, her tail stuck in his backside, making him groan from a mix of intense ecstasy and discomfort, inadvertantly pushing his ass back at her as he does, so that her cock flicks up and down like a level in his rounded-out hindquarters; that is, until she pulls him up by his chest and thrusts forward, flattening him out upright against the mirror, buried in his quivering hole, and his vision whites out.<br />
<br />
For a second, he thinks that he's cum... but it's just more sticky, clear precum.<br />
<br />
"Every time I twitch my cock insdie, you dribble more juice out..." she understates, while keeping him flat against the mirror with her fuckstick right up and twitching inside his shithole. "Do you want to be fucked?"<br />
<br />
"Yes..." he says, the overwhelming sensation making it difficult to speak... "...fuck me... please..." he says, squirming against the mirror.<br />
<br />
"You promise you'll be a good boy?"<br />
<br />
"I am a good boy! Just fuck me!" he snaps, hoarsely.<br />
<br />
"Whatever you say, princess. Don't say I never gave you anything."<br />
<br />
"Nnnh... just shut up and fuck me!"<br />
<br />
"You... got it... honey!" she says, punctuating it by thrusting in and out three times, and making his knees give out.<br />
<br />
"Umngh... umg..." he moans as he inadvertantly bends over, giving his full ass to her as a target with a big fat bullseye painted on it. Every time she thrusts it all the way up into his rear, he feels it come out in his brain. She slaps her hips into his ass over and over again until finally, she grinds her hips against it and pulls up on his shoulder.<br />
<br />
"If I took it out, what would you want me to do?"<br />
<br />
"P-put it back in!"<br />
<br />
"And if I didn't, would you beg?"<br />
<br />
He nods his head.<br />
<br />
"Don't worry, darlin'. It's not going anywhere until I knock one-and-a-half kids out up here where the sun don't shine," she says, giving him a little one-two hump that pokes into his front visibly, emphasizing her "point". "Now as much as I like seeing a boy with fat butt like you bending over, keep up straight so you can see how pretty you are."<br />
<br />
"Nnnh... nh..." he grunts, feeling his ass tighten up around her.<br />
<br />
"Oh yeah. Feel that twitching inside you? That's eight inches of my hot girlmeat, exploring your rectum the way it was meant to be explored. What do you think? Too much for your first time? Or just enough? Aw... you're drooling... guess little Miss Goldilocks thinks it's just right..."<br />
<br />
Cyndey... Cyndey Goldilocks... that was his name... he wants her to ram her dick up his ass so bad - which is weird, because that's exactly what she's doing, over and over again.<br />
<br />
"Hey... how do you feel about ass to mouth?" she says, running her long finger down his uvula. "Like it or love it? Boys like you seem to always love it. You can say you don't - I won't be mad. I'll just ask you to open your mouth after I'm done. But you definitely seem like the type who'll take it in the ass and the face, over and over, popping out of one and into the other... until I blow up in one, and forget which it was ten minutes later. There're boys who've never tasted my cum and boys who've never had to shit it out, pardon my French... and I couldn't tell you who was who. I gave it to em so much in both ends, it all sort of blurs together. Anyway, I'm babbling, when I should be crushing your prostate and churning your butter so you babble incoherently, right? You want me to wreck you, don't you? Give you such a good stuffing you start gobbling? Give you such a pounding you can't sit down? Give it to you in the wrong hole so much you mix up in and out? Up and down? Which way is it, baby? Am I going down your rabbit hole or up your shithole?"<br />
<br />
"Up... my shithole..."<br />
<br />
"Oh, you've got a dirty mouth. Not as dirty as it's gonna be when I forget which end of YOU is up, though. Probably dirtier than it would be if you weren't getting exactly what you wanted, huh? Come on, princess, show me your spoiled little o-face. You're a good boy who can cum from getting it anally, right?"<br />
<br />
"Yesh..."<br />
<br />
"Hear that naughty noise? I used so much lube that I'm churning it up... stuffing it up that wet, sloppy hole of yours... giving those hams of yours a nice glaze, right down the middle... you have such a nice figure... such nice, thick thighs and such a soft, fat ass...", she says, tracing her fingers down his waist, and hips and thighs... then back to his rear, which she cups as she thrusts. You've got a perfectly good cock, dear, but your best feature is definitely behind you... it'd be such a waste if... well, if I didn't ram my cock inside you. It's just got so much give... tell me, have you fantasized about someone taking you this way?"<br />
<br />
"No..."<br />
<br />
"Not once? Not once have you looked at yourself in the mirror and thought 'wow, someone should plow me like a field'? Never thought if you got on your hands and knees with your ass in the air that SOMEONE would fill your hole the way it needed to be filled?"<br />
<br />
"Not really..."<br />
<br />
"But you're going to now, right? You'll go out and buy a dildo?"<br />
<br />
"Maybe..."<br />
<br />
She sniffs his hair, absolutely cumdrunk. "You smell really nice, too... even though I'm blasting your ass, and you're sweating like a pig, you smell like flowers..."<br />
<br />
"Don't say that..." he says, and then, his eyes go wide in realization.<br />
<br />
"The big O... I see it in your eyes. You're about to cum so hard, aren't you? I haven't even touched this and you're about to have an earth-shaker, huh?"<br />
<br />
He nods, expectant. He really is getting there, without touching himself. He can feel it building...<br />
<br />
"Hey, don't cum until I say so, okay? I know with all that girldick in your ass you want to shoot off, badly, but hold it in, got it?"<br />
<br />
"Oh, but I want to cum so bad..."<br />
<br />
"I know hon, I know. You got what ya needed finally and you want to celebrate by painting the wall. Just hold out for me, baby. Can you do that?"<br />
<br />
He whines, but nods, and she responds by picking up the pace, making him whine more. She gouges him and slops it all the way up his hershey highway, reaming him out every which way from behind, until he feels like he's ready to burst - in more ways than one.<br />
<br />
"This must be torture for you..." she says, thumping into the bend in his rectum repeatedly, insistently, making him drool with desire. "Have you ever wanted to cum as bad as you do now?"<br />
<br />
"No... I'll let you cum after... just please... let me cum..."<br />
<br />
"I like hearin' you beg for it, hon, but just focus on bein' my dance partner for now. You'll get a chance to cream yourself silly when the time is right," she says... and then realizes that she's ready to blow herself. "You ready to catch what I wanna throw?<br />
<br />
"I... I think so!"<br />
<br />
"You think so? Say 'Charlene, cum in my fat ass! Cum in my belly! Fill me up and flush me out!"<br />
<br />
"Charlene... cum up my ass... fill up my stomach... just make me cum!"<br />
<br />
She runs her hand across his abdomen, reaching all the way around... then rubs his tummy in a circle. "Yeah... right in here," she says, tapping it twice softly, as he feels her cock twitch inside to emphasis her point. "You're blushin' again. Embarassed? You asked for it... now you gonna get it. I'm gonna fill up your belly with my hot goo like a stud..." she says, tapping it again, then rubbing it in a circle. "You're gonna feel my love butter percolatin' in your guts and are gonna love every drop of it. You ready to be creampied, hon? Is your belly ready to have its first dose of sex? Ready to get them bowels soggy? You ready to drink my milkshake the wrong way, Cydney?" she continues, pawing at his stomach and watching his face get redder and redder as his insides get closer and closer to being whitewashed and bloated. Then, she kisses up and down his neck, thrusting into his shitpit as she bangs him against the mirror... and then she sighs, hoarsely, into neck. "Oh yeah... honey, I've gotta blast," she says, with an urgency in her voice.<br />
<br />
"Can I cum, then?"<br />
<br />
"Do you want to?"<br />
<br />
"...yeah..."<br />
<br />
"You want to cum while I've got it all the way up in there?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah..."<br />
<br />
"You want to cum hard with a cock right up your shitbox?"<br />
<br />
"Yes!"<br />
<br />
"Okay... I'll tell you when to cum... but first... I've got something for you," she explains, and he looks back at her, confused. "Watch my face... and get that stomach ready! I gotta fling nut so bad... right in your virgin ass! Right in your shitbox!"<br />
<br />
He sees her face change, like she's trying to say something but can't, and she shudders... and then, he feels it; it's a sudden rush of warm liquid up his intestines. "Blast" was right - not only did it feel like he'd sat on a garden hose that somebody has just turned on, but he'd also lifted up when it hit, more surprise from the unfamiliar sensation than anything, and he squirmed to avoid catching too much of the hot, sticky goo, to no avail. He had never seen anyone orgasm in person before, and now he was watching someone as they came like a whale in his intestines... and all he could think about was <i>cumming everywhere</i> while being anally violated.<br />
<br />
Not only does the increase in pressure push his button and make him want to cum even more, knowing that he's being cummed inside makes him want to cum on principle... and knowing that if he doesn't cum now, her hard dick isn't going to be stimulating him to spew his baby batter means that it's a now-or-never moment.<br />
<br />
"Oh fuck... there it is... right up there..." she purrs, throbbing, twitching, and generally pumping her wicked girlslime in his fun tunnel while he waits with bated breath for her command.<br />
<br />
"Can I cum?!"<br />
<br />
"One... unh... second... just... hold... mmh..." she says, grunting through her sentence while obviously ejaculating wildly, which he feels as a building, diffuse pressure in his stomach. He has no idea what she's waiting for, and can't hold on much longer, but just as he's about to ask if he can cum, she kisses him, and he feels her tongue, and he feels her cum in his rectum, filling it up, and he feels her cock throbbing with the release he so desperately desires, and he feels her balls, pressed up against his thighs, pulsing as they empty.<br />
<br />
Then... everything goes still. He still feels her gently throbbing, but she's not pulsing in twitching in a way that suggests the kind of pressurized cum-hosing she'd just been engaged in. She's breathing heavily and shuddering, but not thrusting or otherwise giving him the big D, meaning that even if he wanted to cum, he couldn't.<br />
<br />
"Hey," she says, sleepily, brushing his face with the back of her hand, "who's a good little creampuff? You are. How's your stomach feel?"<br />
<br />
"Full..."<br />
<br />
"Mmhm... hey... I just poured my baby batter in your tummy. You didn't cum from getting creampied, did you?"<br />
<br />
"No..." he whines.<br />
<br />
"Good."<br />
<br />
"Can I cum now?!"<br />
<br />
"Such an impatient boy," she says, cupping his swollen balls, "although... these have some heft to them, so I can see why... you have to blast as much as I just did. Trust me, I know how you feel... it felt so good to finally let it all out inside of you... I feel like if I squeeze one of these little funbags just a bit, you'll shoot off."<br />
<br />
"Hnyh..."<br />
<br />
"What a state you're in... you know, I came, but I'm still pretty hard. I could... give you what you need..."<br />
<br />
"Please... please... just fuck my ass..."<br />
<br />
"'Just fuck my ass' he says. Is that all I am to you? A nice rack with a big dick? I have feelings, you know. And a softening, if still pretty stiff, dick..." He starts to press his ass back at her, moaning, trying to fuck himself on her shaft, but he can't get the angle right...<br />
<br />
"Oh, you're going to fuck yourself on it, is that it? Hold still. Now I've just got to pull out very carefully or I'll trigger it and you'll fling your goo all over the place."<br />
<br />
"Now tighten up once it pulls out, so you don't make a mess. Annndd... there. Just a little wet wipe on your tip and... all good. Ta-da! No clean-up!"<br />
<br />
The ground falls out beneath him. His butt was absolutely full of cum, sure... but so were his balls! What the fuck?! His outrage only lasts a second, however, before a more pressing need is pushed to the forefront.<br />
<br />
"It's coming out..." he says... buckling at the knees and trying to clench his recently-fucked hole.<br />
<br />
"Ah-ah-ah... you'll get it everywhere. Either do it in the toilet, or wait."<br />
<br />
"But... I... I didn't... I didn't cum."<br />
<br />
"Don't worry, I came enough all up in your guts for both of us," she says, rubbing his now-slightly flabby tummy, making him seriously consider finishing the conversation through a bathroom door.<br />
<br />
"What... the fuck..."<br />
<br />
"Such a potty mouth... relax, hon, I didn't do it to be mean. I want ya to enjoy this, after all."<br />
<br />
"So... you'll make me cum?"<br />
<br />
"Eventually. It was a mean little trick I played on you, I know. But trust me, I'll make it worth your while. In a way, I already have, haven't I?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, but... I just... want to cum..."<br />
<br />
"You ever hear of orgasm denial? Well, crossdressin's your fetish, and that's mine. I like to give it to a boy from behind until he's fit to bursting and then... well, I suppose you know, now. I like hearing boys say they want to cum with their hole, and only with their hole - and there's no better way to get them sayin' it then to tell 'em they can't have it. If I tried to stroke you off right now you'd hiss like a cat. While cumming, obviously, but still. You've got an itch right now that only I can scratch... anally. Right?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah..."<br />
<br />
"Sometimes I wrap a rubber band around it, or just squeeze it real hard at the base - but not toucing it at all has got it's own charm. If I make you cum, eventually, will you forgive me?"<br />
<br />
"Yes! I will!"<br />
<br />
"Good... then I'll fuck you every which way before then. We're gonna fuck on every floor, counter-top and table in this house, and you're not gonna pop till we're done. I'm gonna fill you with so many rounds it's gonna be like<br />
a drive-by enema. Okay?"<br />
<br />
"Anything..."<br />
<br />
"If you get me ready, I'll blast your ass and face hole as much as you want. But first, I think I need to teach your mouth what I just taught the other end. So open wide."<br />
<br />
And so, sitting on the floor, he opens wide... knowing that it wasn't the beginning of the end, but the end of the beginning... and that might by the time the night was over, she was going to have swapped between his face and ass a half a hundred times - but it didn't matter, as long as, just one of those times, she stayed in his ass long enough to give him what he wanted... no matter how much semen pudding he had to swallow orally and anally...<br />
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<br />Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-20229584049487462992015-12-31T19:39:00.000-05:002017-12-01T18:47:55.846-05:00Cheater's Lament - Patreon Sketch Factory #15A nice CG set of a fem domme and a femboy and some gooey white stuff. Story below - our <a href="https://www.patreon.com/Majalis">Patreon</a> patrons will have access to the remaining images in this set soon!<br />
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<br />
And the story:<br />
<br />
"You said you wanted to experiment with femdom..."<br />
<br />
"I didn't mean a literal experiment," he said, stripping down in her lab, somewhat reluctantly. <br />
<br />
She had never been interested in femdom before. She had said that she would be willing to try it, but he could never figure out how to bring it up. When he finally met a domme... well, he was still with her, technically, but even if she hadn't found out about it, he would have still broken it off. Maybe. <br />
<br />
Now, after a month apart, she invited him to her lab for a booty call... and he was pretty sure he knew whose booty was on the line. To head off any "fucked by the football" team scenarios, he'd agreed to it under one condition - no butt stuff. She had said that was just fine.<br />
<br />
"Put your clothes over there. Don't worry, you'll get them back," she said, although he wasn't sure he believed it.<br />
<br />
He looked at the station she was pointing at... there was barely any room to put his clothes. There were empty jugs and bottles and plastic medical cups and bowls... he'd never seen her lab so cluttered and messy. There was also a large machine covered with a tarp that he was pretty sure hadn't been there the last time he visited - although it was possible he'd forgotten.<br />
<br />
"It feels a little weird to be naked when you're still dressed," he said, eyeing her mini-skirt. She wasn't exactly dressed the part of a domme, but then, she wasn't wearing her usual clothes either. Her skirt under her under-sized labcoat had a very low cut, her pencil skirt left little of her curves to the imagination, and her boots had high-heels - definitely not her usual style. <br />
<br />
"Relax. I'm not going to keep you naked. You're wearing this," she said, pulling two glossy orange pieces of fabric down from a shelf. She handed them, folded, to him, and when he let them unfold, his eyes went wide. It was neon-orange leotard with matching stockings.<br />
<br />
"Why am I wearing this, exactly?"<br />
<br />
"It's slutty. And, importantly, this fabric stretches."<br />
<br />
"Why is that important?" he said, pulling the leotard over his head.<br />
<br />
"You'll see. Let's just say that a container sometimes has to stretch to contain its contents. Here, let me put up your hair."<br />
<br />
"Why?"<br />
<br />
"To get you into the mood."<br />
<br />
"The mood... hey, I said nothing in my butt."<br />
<br />
"Oh, sweetie. I can say 100% that I'm not going to put anything up your butt. Although you might wish I had. Here, put on your stockings."<br />
<br />
He sat on the cold floor of the lab and instantly regretted it, a chill going up his spine. He had a hard time figuring out the proper orientation of the stockings until it clicked what was wrong - they were one contiguous garment. There was no way he could walk if he put them on.<br />
<br />
"What's the matter? You like bondage, right?"<br />
<br />
Still reluctant, he slipped into them, not without difficulty.<br />
<br />
"Here, I'll help you onto your knees," she said, although he wanted to be on his knees even less - with his legs underneath him, he would have a hard time getting up on his own. "Now for your hands, going to wrap them up tight..." <br />
<br />
He'd never seen such sturdy looking tape. It must have been industrial grade - she wrapped it around and around his arms until they were bound together, and he found that, at least, a casual attempt to rip them apart proved fruitless.<br />
<br />
"Can you stand?" she asked, and he found that he could not, while she retrieved something from a drawer. "Good. Now, say ahhh," she instructed, and he didn't recognize what the cylinder in her hand was for until she brought one end of it towards his mouth - she'd fused it to a ring-gag. Before he could protest, it was in his mouth, and he couldn't spit it out - with his hands bound, he couldn't remove it at all. "Now this locks behind your teeth. This is crucial."<br />
<br />
"Cuushal?" he said, around the cylinder.<br />
<br />
"Yes. We're going to be doing some force-feeding play. A little... dietary experiment. And there's no point in me setting this all up if you can just close your mouth, is there?"<br />
<br />
He looked at her nervously. This hadn't been what he'd had in mind. She walked over to the tarp and, with a dramatic flourish, pulled it off with both hands. It was... well, he didn't know what it was, but it had an obvious mix of DIY features, industrial parts from some now-defunct machines, and a terminal hooked up to it - he'd seen her messing around with breadboards and those small, self-contained computers before, but she had never had it interacting with something so large.<br />
<br />
"Wahs sat?" he said, around the cylinder.<br />
<br />
"What does it say? The Spermotron 5000! There are some perks to being an engineer, after all. If I need an impromptu, programmable pump mechanism affixed to a tank, I can just build it."<br />
<br />
"...whah?"<br />
<br />
"You said before that you wouldn't mind a little domination play... so let's play. Although I don't think you're going to like this game very much..." she said, as she emptied some peroxide into a cotton ball. She picked up a hose that had been attached to the machine and rubbed the bare end with the cotton ball, then discarded it on the floor. Whatever her plan was, she seemed to be in a hurry... or excited.<br />
<br />
Her heels clicked on the floor as she approached him with the hose, and leaning over him with a sinful smile on her face, she screwed it into the other end of the cylinder that was locked in his mouth.<br />
<br />
"Perfect. You're being such a good boy. Keep that up" she said, lightly tapping his cheek twice. "Because otherwise... you're going to have a real bad time."<br />
<br />
With that, she lifted a hood on the machine, revealing the "tank" she'd mentioned - literally a glass tank that resembled a giant snowglobe. She ran her finger along it, then turned to face him, smirking.<br />
<br />
"See all that goo? What do you think it is?" <br />
<br />
He peered into the tank. It was goopy and inconsistent... white and a tinge of yellow. It couldn't be...<br />
<br />
"Don't worry, it's not really what you think it is. I hope I got the consistency right... I couldn't get the taste, but it definitely looks the part, right?"<br />
<br />
She... made that? A tank full of... well, who knew what. But it definitely looked like... he shuddered. Seeing the contents of the tank, and the hose that led from the machine to the cylinder in his mouth, some very unpleasant images flashed through his mind. After they resolved, he was left looking at his ex... and by the look on her face, it seemed as if she could read his mind.<br />
<br />
"Ready? I'm going to get into character. Okay?"<br />
<br />
He nodded, somewhat hesitant.<br />
<br />
"Good boy. Or... should I say... cum-guzzling slut?" she added, her voice sultry, as she approached him... her hand playing with his pigtail, then caressing his face. She bent down, her face close to his, and smiled, showing her teeth. "Oh. You didn't like that? Are you not a cum-guzzling slut?" she said, emphasizing the "c" in "cum" and the "slut" in "slut".<br />
<br />
He shook his head.<br />
<br />
"That's right. You're so right. You've never guzzled cum, right? You've never felt it sliding down your throat, into your belly," she said, trailing her finger down his throat, his chest, his abdomen. "Well... not -yet-," she said, spreading her fingers on his belly, digging them in slightly so it was like she was grabbing hold of it.<br />
<br />
She walked over to the tank again and tapped it like she was bugging the fish in an aquarium.<br />
<br />
"There's billions of them, swimming in there. Know where I got it? Well, a lot of places, actually. Mostly just volunteers... jacking off into bowls," she said, and the clutter around the lab suddenly made sense.<br />
<br />
Only, it didn't, because this was all play-acting. Whatever it was that was in that tank, it had never been in those bowls. But that seemed like a lot of work to go through just for the sake of authenticity...<br />
<br />
"They just threw it all away like it didn't matter. They just wanted to get their rocks off. But I'm going to put it to use. Testing this tank I built... and giving you a little -taste - of your own medicine. Although, calling it medicine is a little bit of a stretch. Maybe it'll cure of your naughty ways."<br />
<br />
She rubbed her hand on the tank and made eye-contact with him, giggling. <br />
<br />
"Let's see if your taste buds can pick out which guy provided each gooey drop of your special dinner."<br />
<br />
At that, he rebelled. He started to pull away from the hose - but found that it wouldn't come loose. She grabbed for his chin, and he stayed still... then she let her hand fall from his face, and reached on top of the machine, grasping for something, which she quickly found.<br />
<br />
"Let me explain why you should be obedient. See this controller? It has two buttons - well, three, but you don't have to worry about that one," she said, showing him the controller she'd procured from the top of the machine. He fixed his focus on it, and saw that it indeed had three buttons... one was "off", one was marked with a cute drawing of a... sperm... and the other was marked with a skull and crossbones, which her finger hovered over. "This pipe will pump all that gungy splooge into your mouth in one go if I press THIS button. You. Do Not. Want Me. To Press. This Button. That's over four gallons of gooey nut-butter you don't want in your stomach, or else they'll have to pump it back out or else you'll overdose on semen. You wouldn't want to drink that much of anything, much less a bunch of guy's runny ejaculate. That is, unless you have a confession to make? Thought not. Seriously, though, I don't care how much of a submissive little bitch you are, this button is a punishment. This button is regret. If I press this button, you've made me very mad. And if I press this button, you definitely won't like me anymore.<br />
<br />
This button, on the other hand, pumps a pint in total over the course of thirty seconds. You also don't want me to press this button. That's enough to make you turn green, enough to make you sick. That's more cum than anyone you know has ever swallowed. That's hardcore cum guzzling. You'll have enough spermies swimming around in your tummy that you might actually get pregnant. It'll fill your mouth, but there'll be too much to not swallow. You'll gag it down while trying not to think about the dozens of cocks that went into making your cocksnot soup. Your baby-goo yogurt. Your cum smoothie. We've kept it warm so it'll taste fresh, so you better hope it hasn't spoiled. One press of this button and you'll be burping cum. Two and you'll be crying tears of sperm. Three and you'll fucking LOOK pregnant. By the fourth, you will be. This button means I own you."<br />
<br />
His breathing became erratic. He had to remind himself... it was all play. Still, even if it was... swallowing that much of anything would be an ordeal. She was right - he didn't want her to press either button. Satisfied that she'd made this clear, she turned back to the tank.<br />
<br />
"Wow... all that gooey, runny, bubbly cum looks really gross, doesn't it? It's soooo slimy... and there are so many pubic hairs floating in it, ewww! Don't worry, there's a filter on the pump... right here. Hrm. You know what...<br />
you look like a pube-eater to me," she said, removing the filter. "Pube-catcher, gone. Guess that means you'll be a pube-swallower. What do you think? Too mean? Too bad."<br />
<br />
She tossed the filter aside, and he shook his head, as she turned to face him.<br />
<br />
"Don't worry. They're not REAL pubes. That would be really gross", she said, licking her lips. Then, she bent over, leaning in close to his face, her finger on the button marked with a sperm. "But I think I've talked enough for now, don't you? Let's get started. Hey... remember that time you cheated on me?" she said, and then as his eyes opened wide in horror, she clicked the button. "I do!"<br />
<br />
The machine hummed to life, a ga-shunk ga-shunk sound as the pump began working, and he saw a big bubble rise to the surface and pop with an audible "glorp". The hose connected to it started to traverse the white-and-clear runny mix of slime that she was pretending was a frathouse worth of semen.<br />
<br />
As the hose began to fill up, bringing the "cum" and "pubic hairs" at the forefront closer to his forced-open mouth, he began to get anxious.<br />
<br />
"Get ready, here it comes! Get ready to swallow all that fake semen. Know where it's going? In. Your. Mouth! So gulp it all down!"<br />
<br />
The hose emptied into a hard, clear cyclinder which was forcing his mouth open, which began to fill with glob after steaming, runny, goopy glob of the fake semen concoction. It definitely -looked- authentic, he could see up close, with thick, sperm-filled blobs that were the result of a long-overdue ejaculation, and runny, clear slime that accompanied it and was the result of a less sperm-injected fun time. In addition, as it began to fill and rise in the cylinder toward his worried tongue, while it was soupy, there clearly were separate contributions visible. And lastly, he noticed, as the moment of truth approached - it definitely -smelled- like an over-used wank sock.<br />
<br />
And with that thought, the first dollop spurted onto his tongue, and while it was quick followed by more that began to pool in his mouth, under his tongue and on it, he had enough time in the eternity between that to have a possible revelation.<br />
<br />
"How's that taste? Is it good? Do you like the taste of freshly squeezed baby batter?"<br />
<br />
The taste was... salty. Very salty. But... she said she couldn't get the taste... His eyes went wide. It couldn't be. No, NO! More of it pumped into his mouth, the cylinder full like a baby's bottle, as he turned to look up at her with shock.<br />
<br />
"Did you really think this was all fake semen, dumbass? You stupid fuck. That is too funny." His cheeks began to bulge as he tried not to swallow the foul mix as more and more were pumped into his mouth. "Yeah, it's a little too late for that. Fine, try not to swallow. It's got nowhere to go but your poor tummy."<br />
<br />
She was right. His cheeks were quickly full to bursting. It was both runny and gooey, salty and bitter, and he could swear he could feel the billion wriggling sperm on his tongue. It didn't taste or feel anything like cream - too watery, and too many pubic hairs in the mix.<br />
<br />
"That must taste so gross. Can you feel all the little spermies on your tongue? How's that cocksnot taste?"<br />
<br />
Snot was right. Whatever she was pumping into his mouth, it wasn't edible. He tried to bite the cylinder closed, but to no avail. He felt his cheeks filling more and more and his eyes began to squint at the sheer bitterness. Finally, the pump stopped, but to his dismay, the semen wouldn't go back into the hose, and the cylinder was too full to take any more that he was keeping in his mouth and cheeks.<br />
<br />
"Wow, there is a lot of jizz in your mouth right now. It's like you just blew fifty guys at once, isn't it? If you had sucked off a whole football team you wouldn't have as much in your mouth. There are girls who have gone down on<br />
both the home and away team who needed mouthwash after less than you do. If you keep it in your mouth too long your tongue is going to get pregnant. Get your tonsils wet already. Seriously, your mouth is full of at least a half hundred loads. It's gross. Your teeth are probably coated." <br />
<br />
He couldn't believe what she was saying. Like he just blew 50 guys? Where did she even get that much? It couldn't be real. But the texture...<br />
<br />
"Ooh yeah, it's gooey, right? How's that man chowder taste? Are you picturing all the cocks that spewed that out? Just twitching and then... well, what's in your mouth. Except you must have about fifty creamy loads<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>in there.<br />
50 guys getting their rocks off, flinging their gross goo... and now it's all in your mouth. How does their sperm slime taste? Was it worth it? Did she make you cum 50 times?"<br />
<br />
She clicked the button again at the mention of "she". The machine revved to life again, and soon even more of it was pumping into his mouth, and he groaned, eyes wide, his cheeks too full to take any more.<br />
<br />
"Do you not like the taste of cum? Aww, too bad. You're going to be tasting so much of it. And drinking it. It's got no where else to go but down. Like a cock in your throat spitting it into your stomach. Swallow or drown, your call."<br />
<br />
She pinched his nose shut, and that was it, he couldn't take it any more - he closed his eyes, and gulped down. The slimy stuff ran down his throat and into his stomach, still warm, and she released his nose. He gagged as he tried to swallow more, and his nose started to run... but he realized that it was actually semen coming out of his nose like milk. If that image wasn't pathetic enough, he heard a click, and he saw that she'd whipped out her phone and taken a picture of him, nose dribbling cocksnot and all.<br />
<br />
"Chug chug. God, you're so fucked... look at you... little cum guzzler. Little nutcream gobbler. You know what they call girls who drink as much semen as you are? Nothing. Nobody has ever gulped down that much hot sperm sauce in one sitting. Except for you. So keep swallowing. We've got a record to set. 'Biggest idiot to swallow the most fresh semen'".<br />
<br />
He swallowed again, and again, but the pump just replaced what he swallowed with even more. She spotted the bulge between his legs before he could hide it with his bound arms. <br />
<br />
"Can't help but notice you've got a big boner right now. Pervert. How many of those guys whose loads are in your mouth do you think would be happy to see that? The person chugging down their loads popping a boner."<br />
<br />
She looked him square in the face, her eyes wild. She was all but confirming it. <br />
<br />
"FYI, this is real cum, by the way. Every spoonful was some guy tossing off into a collection dish or bowl. And I didn't supervise all the collection... I outsourced a bit. At a buck an ounce, it's tempting to find other sources, and it all passed the sniff test, so it's definitely semen... you get what I'm saying, right? I'm saying that, in small way, you're supporting local farmers. That's four gallons of semen, alright, but it's almost certainly<br />
not 100% mangoo. When a girl drives out to a farm and comes back with a bottle of splooge, chances are she didn't find the world's horniest farmhand, you know?"<br />
<br />
The last batch had been all but swallowed... and she clicked again.<br />
<br />
"Horse semen, bull semen, pig semen... hell, a few girls probably got Fido in the mix, too. Don't worry, though, any of the stuff I thought was... farm fresh, let's say, I dumped in last, so it's probably still mostly at the top, and the pump sucks all the wriggling spermies and their goo from the bottom.<br />
Another very, very good reason not to make me press the bad button. Not unless you've got a particularly sick craving, that is. Do you? Do you want to guzzle a half-gallon of pig semen, piggy?"<br />
<br />
He shook his head vehemently, but she stopped him by grabbing his chin as the next creamy batch made first contact with his tongue, making him gag. Then she put her fingers in his nostrils, forcing him to swallow.<br />
<br />
"Then keep swallowing, piggy. You don't have to worry. Even if you swallow down filthy animal semen, it won't affect my opinion of you. Keep drinking, loser."<br />
<br />
The idea of drinking raw animal semen was combining with his disgust at glugging down a whole quart of human semen to make him green in the face. He didn't know how much he could take. <br />
<br />
"Wow, you don't look so good. You look like you're going to puke up all that tasty mangoo. Let's wash it down. With more mangoo. *click*"<br />
<br />
It wasn't long before his cheeks filled again - he couldn't swallow any more. She jammed her fingers into his nostrils again.<br />
<br />
"Do not puke, or I'll press this button, I swear it," she said, her thumb hovering over the button marked with a skull.<br />
<br />
He struggled to let it all run down his throat, while she gloated. <br />
<br />
"Is it gross because of the taste, the texture, or the knowledge that some guy blew his fucking load into a bowl and now you're drinking it? Some of these guys had massive wads... don't worry, I made sure not to spill any that I personally handled."<br />
<br />
At "personally handled", he looked up at her.<br />
<br />
"Oh, I wasn't the only collector. Some girls got their boyfriends to donate... I know at least one party had your dinner tonight as its theme. And you know... all those juicy cocks... I know some of the girls couldn't resist a little suck. So some of that is pure, post-fellatio snowball. It's almost like you're indirectly kissing them! Or indirectly sucking off their boyfriends, I guess."<br />
<br />
She paused to let that sink in. <br />
<br />
"You see, unlike you, none of them swallowed. If they got a nice, creamy load in their mouth, it went right into the bowl... and then, into the Spermotron," she said, and then gave the machine a hard pat as it pumped out more of the spooge she was describing. I've got a list of names here of the guys who contributed - want to see if you recognize any of them? Put a face to the taste?"<br />
<br />
He was turning redder by the second - although not enough to totally wash out the green.<br />
<br />
"Hey, let's play another game... hold up your fingers," she said, and he timidly raised his hand. "I want you to pick a number. The number you hold up is the number of times I'm gonna press this button in a row. Before you hold up one, though... that wouldn't be much of game, would it? So I'm gonna roll a die, after you hold up those fingers. And if I roll higher than the number you picked... I'm gonna press this button instead," she said... and she didn't need to tap the skull button for him to understand, but she did anyway, and he cringed, worried that it would register. Thankfully, the machine finished pumping, and died down again.<br />
<br />
He wasn't in a very good thinking state - most of what was in his head was gooey jizz, but he tried to puzzle it out. Even if he picked 5... she might roll a 6. And if he picked 5 and she rolled lower, that was over a half gallon of semen he was drinking for no reason. Still, he couldn't risk the animal jizz, no matter what. Minimizing that risk held precedent over anything else. Knowing that he was sealing his fate, he held up five fingers.<br />
<br />
She squatted next to him, and then rolled the die on the floor... he watched it tumble with trepidation - if it was six, he was completely screwed. To his relief, and then his frustration, when it came to a stop, he saw it - one pip.<br />
<br />
"Hah. Oh well. Clicky clicky," she said clicking once, twice, thrice, four times... five times. The pump revved up and started to pump it through the pipe again, still stained with the previous batches, while she rubbed his belly<br />
sadistically. "If you thought drinking half a gallon one pint at a time was bad... chugging over half a gallon, who does that? Maybe... someone who loves the taste? You did ask for five helpings, after all. Maybe you just wanted to fill your tummy after all. Ooh, here it comes... try not to think about all the guys that must have contributed to your meal," she taunted, right as half a dozen guy's worth of semen flooded into his mouth, followed by several dozen more.<br />
<br />
Glug. Glug. Glug. He couldn't keep down that much -water-, much less slimy jizz. Not only was it upsetting his stomach, the thought of drinking so much spunk... picturing the "production" of such a slurry - he'd seen videos of girls collecting a dozen guy's loads into a bowl, and not once had it looked appetizing.<br />
<br />
"A gallon! That's at least a thousand loads worth!"<br />
<br />
After several minutes, the pump died down, and he swallowed what he could... until all that was left was trapped in the cylinder.<br />
<br />
"Oooh, that was fun. What a waste. You just drank so much baby juice. And you're just ruining your diet. How will you keep your girlish figure if you chug this much man-milk? Hey, you look like you're still thirsty," she said, and then, she stuck out her tongue, and he heard a *click*.<br />
<br />
The last batch was even harder to handle. His tongue and teeth were thoroughly coated, and he couldn't bring himself to swallow fast, as it made him gag every time. By the time the pump stopped again, he was seeing double.<br />
<br />
"Aw... poor baby. Do you want something to settle your stomach?"<br />
<br />
He didn't know where the mercy had come from, but he nodded. Even if she didn't give him anything useful, at least it meant she was going to leave him alone for a bit.<br />
<br />
*click*<br />
<br />
"How about semen?" she asked, as the machine revved up again, and his stomach turned over. "Remember... keep it all down. There's so much more for you to drink. That's right, I'm gonna pump it all into this gluttonous little stomach of yours. A bellyful of splooge. Your tiny tummy, swollen with sperm. Still glad you cheated on me?" she said, giving him a wicked smile, tapping his rapidly filling stomach with her toe. I'm not upset, you know. I don't really care. If you wanted to break up, that would have been fine. But you got all drunk on sperm and went behind my back... and I just thought that if you like being sperm-drunk so much, I should be the one to do it. Drink down all that lust..."<br />
<br />
As his mouth filled up - he could barely swallow anymore, she started to talk to herself... while clicking at random. Soon, he'd swallowed almost two gallons, and his stomach felt ready to pop.<br />
<br />
"Hopefully there are no condoms floating around in there... like eggshells in a batter. I dumped a ton of used condoms in there, but I think I didn't accidentally drop any in. Hrm, you don't look bothered by the mention of condoms. Let me explain: when a man loves his hand very much, he shoots off a fresh wad into a bowl that you eventually eat. When that man is wearing a condom, on the other hand, all their dick sweat is rubbing along the inside like a used sock... or, well, like a used condom. When I empty the scum out of it, all that lovely dick sweat comes with it. Oh, hey, do you know what smegma is? It's dick cheese. And I've got to thank those hobos, they--"<br />
<br />
It was too much. He didn't hear the rest of her sentence - he just filled the hose with also-ran semen. Apparently, his gag reflex was strong enough to push out past the plug.<br />
<br />
She looked down at him, a mix of menace and mischief on her face. He'd never seen her smile so broadly... or wildly. Her finger caressed the skull and crossbone button... and his still-full stomach turned in place.<br />
<br />
"Oooh... too bad, honey. Did my mentioning all the smelly hobo semen you just drank upset your little tummy? What did I tell you? Guess you get the farm sampler. You're about to make a lucky piggy's day..." she said, thumb about to press the other button. His eyes went wide... and then she clicked.<br />
<br />
But the machine stayed dormant.<br />
<br />
"Idiot. Did you think I would really make you drink 3 gallons of cum? Did you really think I'd make you drink like a gallon of farm animal semen? Do you have any idea how sick that'd be? How sick you would be? You barely lasted through<br />
swallowing a gallon of the good stuff. Your reaction was great, though. You really thought I was going to make you swallow down enough semen to repopulate the earth? I seriously don't even know where the rest of this came from.<br />
Is it safe to drink kangaroo and elephant semen? The bull semen would be a treat. Some squealing boar contributed a bucket full. And there's a stallion or ten's worth in there, definitely. You'd never get the taste out of your mouth."<br />
<br />
Despite his nausea, he relaxed. He knew that she was going to press the sperm button at least another time, after a speech like that. But if she wasn't going to, maybe she was just play acting after all. Maybe it had all been really convincing fake cum after all. Maybe he hadn't swallowed thousands of loads.<br />
<br />
"Just kidding. It takes two clicks. Safety feature, she said, grinning. She held up the remote... and clicked the 'bad' button again. To his utter horror, the pump activated. <br />
<br />
It wasn't like before. The hose looked so full that it might rupture, which he definitely hoped as the cum rushed up it towards his undefended mouth. Unfortunately, it seemed to be fine, and soon the rush of gooey sperm goo filled his mouth once more. <br />
<br />
The pump was clearly working on overdrive, spewing out huge, thick blobs into his mouth at a rate faster than he could even swallow them. Soon, the hose backed up, and a bubble formed that pressed against his face, wrapped around the hard cylinder in his mouth, but the pump kept pumping.<br />
<br />
She pressed a button on the machine, and a thin red line was projected onto the tank. It slowly dropped towards the bottom.<br />
<br />
"Just so you know, anything above that line IS animal semen. You'll notice the change in taste. And I'm going to take a picture of your face as you swallow your first heaping helping of pig semen. You think humans had big, tasty loads for you to drink? Well, they do, so keep drinking up... but after that, it's farm fresh time."<br />
<br />
She took out her phone and started to take pictures. The line got closer and closer to the bottom of the tank - by the time he'd swallowed the second gallon, and it was half of the remainder, she'd finished rattling off some of the "stars" that had contributed to his liquid meal - and as the line neared the bottom, he could see her anticipation building. When it touched, she was visibly shaking with excitement.<br />
<br />
The semen now being pumped through the tube... was a different color. And the sound of it being pumped was different - the density was wrong.<br />
<br />
"The man says... 'ooh yeah, swallow that nut baby'" she mimed, in a husky voice. "The pig says..." she said, and then thumbed her nose to resemble a pig's snout, and snorted, and oinked, and snorted, and oinked... he wasn't sure if it was a faithful rendition of a boar cumming, but as the differently-colored semen approached, he had more important things to think about.<br />
<br />
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the inhuman gunge first pumped into his mouth - it tasted the part, that part being a sludge of various animal breeding slime, whipped into a slurry that somehow tasted more foul than the three gallons of man-slime he'd just been forced to ingest - some of it was so thin and runny that his cheeks instantly filled with it, and some of it was so thick and chewy that he'd have to chew to swallow it, and his teeth risked getting impregnated in the process. He wondered which animal contributed which kind, right before his senses returned and he realized his face was utterly full of farm animal penis milk, and he felt like he was going to be violently sick.<br />
<br />
She continued to snort and oink in faux-ecstasy right until the moment that the changing of the guard took place... at which point, she reverted into a human.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, fill that mouth up with piglet goo! 'Oink, oink'! That's what your new boyfriend said as he filled up the tank! Are you thinking 'oink, oink' as it fills up your stupid mouth?! Or is your heart set on swallowing horse semen? Huh? Which is it?"<br />
<br />
While his mouth was completely full, he couldn't safely swallow without chewing through the particularly thick stuff - and so, panicked, he did. He was being forced to masticate some animal's masturbate offerings - and he was still rock hard.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, that's the pig goo alright. They spew out a thick load at the end to plug up the sow's womb... so make sure to chew it all up, so it doesn't plug up your throat."<br />
<br />
With a great reluctance, he gulped it down... and instantly regretted it. It was so pungent that he could feel it gurgling in his stomach - which, at that point, was too full of human semen to properly handle anything else, much less animal semen.<br />
<br />
True to her word, she snapped another picture.<br />
<br />
"Oh god, that's so gross -I- might puke. It must taste so disgusting... how much would you pay me to rip out that hose right now? Well, too bad... swallow down all that animal sperm into your useless little belly... and then beg me not to tell anyone that you drank pig jizz by the slimy cup. That was supposed to end up in some sow's belly, you know. Well, I guess it did after all. I wish I had the cups full of pig semen to show you. I'm sure some of it was top quality. Drink down those potential piglets, you pathetic fuck. You're going to get queasy whenever you hear Old Mcdonald from now on. 'And on this farm he had a cow, e-i-e-i-o. With a moo moo moo here and an unf unf there, here a splurt, there a cup, everywhere a nut nut...' and presto! Your dinner. Slurp it all down, jizzfiend."<br />
<br />
He slurped and sputtered and gagged and retched as it felt like cum was being pumped directly into his stomach. <br />
<br />
"Think your guts will end up pregnant with a chimera? Keep gulping it down and you might end up mommy to a mythological beast."<br />
<br />
He swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed. There was no point in trying to stop it - although he did occasionally have to chew through what he now knew was piggy-pregnant-promise jizz.<br />
<br />
"Your tummy is so full... it looks like it might pop. Are you pregnant, or just a hungry little piggy?" she said, pressing her heel to his distended belly, making him squirm. "We need to get some of that semen out of you, or you're going to explode," she continued, and lowered her heel until she found the bulge in his unitard. "Not the semen in your belly, though. That stays."<br />
<br />
She reached down and grabbed hold of the bulge between her thumb and forefinger, and stroked it.<br />
<br />
"Still hard after all that gross animal semen? I guess you really must be a pervert. Or maybe... you're a farm animal too. Is that it? Do you need to be milked? Do I need to get a cup to hold your mating urges?" she said, continuing to stroke him... although soon, she wouldn't have time to get a cup.<br />
<br />
He felt the urge rising... even as he gulped down mouthfuls of bull semen and horse semen and who knows what else, he couldn't help it. As she stroked him, he was going to cum - and cum fast.<br />
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"No... actually... farm animals don't drink animal cum. I guess that means you're lower than an animal..." she said, and she stopped stroking, to his dismay. He continued to chug down what he could, more and more spilling out of the corner of his mouth, as she removed her right boot, and then, her sock.<br />
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She pressed her bare foot to his groin... and he wanted her to rub it up and down so badly that he audibly whined.<br />
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"Is that it? Is this how something less than an animal gets off? With a foot? Well then, show me. Show me what you think it takes to reproduce."<br />
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As soon as she started to rub it up and down, he knew he wasn't going to be able to last long. It throbbed and twitched with a need to blow... something that his stomach, at the moment, could strongly relate to. <br />
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"Are you going to try and get my foot pregnant? Are you? Go ahead, try... but there's a better chance you'll get pregnant, at this point..."<br />
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He was beyond the point of no return. He was chugging animal semen and about to orgasm, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. <br />
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"Yeah, fire off that useless semen while you chug down horse cum! Cum like a good cum swallower! What does the cow say? Huh? Say it!"<br />
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He couldn't hold it in. He knew what the cow "said". It was in his mouth. And he gave her the answer she was looking for. It spurted into the air and coated her foot as a good cup of warm animal jizz spurted into his mouth.<br />
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"Good boy! The cow is a bull, so he doesn't say anything - he just fills a fucking jar with spunk, and I pump it into your cheating mouth while you cum! Keep going! Got any more, huh? Gonna pay me back for my gracious deposit? You got it all over my foot, are you going to lick it off? Or do you only drink cum that you didn't shoot? Do you like drinking a piggy's load while you cum? Huh? Do you?"<br />
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Her hair was frazzled, and her hand was between her legs - it was obvious that she was on her own high as well. He could see it running down her thigh.<br />
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"Keep swallowing! Swallow all of it! Goat, pig, horse, cow, dog, I don't care! Drink it all down until your stomach looks pregnant! Swallow my revenge, you little cum guzzling fuck!" she said, her leg quivering, her knees giving out under her.<br />
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Her face was flushed with sweat. She watched him struggle to keep drinking it all down, green in the face, and put her face close to his, breathing erratically.<br />
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"Mmm... I was going to say you're dumped... but... we don't have to break up, you know. I forgive you. What do you say?" she asked, pushing his hair out of his face. He looked at her, horrified. "Either that, or this is a farewell present," she said pressing her hand against his bloated stomach. "Enjoy."<br />
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When all was said and done, his stomach was hugely distended, and sloshed about from any movement. As soon as she unhooked the hose, he burped, looking listless. <br />
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"Wow, you look ready to burst," she said, tapping his swollen belly, which made him turn even greener. "It's like you've blown thousands of guys... now that I think about it, your lips just did more cheating than you ever did on your own. Oh well."<br />
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She wiped her wet foot off on his face, and then put her sock and boot back on, while he watched, utterly stuffed with cum in the guts.<br />
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"Are we through? Or have you learned the error of your ways? I'll even cook you dinner. Doesn't that sound nice?"<br />
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He nodded, defeated. She opened up a floor cabinet and pulled out a bucket, then placed it in front of his knees. <br />
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"Puke out what you can. Next time I tell you to behave, you behave, or I'll have you begging to drink semen instead."<br />
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She picked the remote off the floor and put it between her breasts for safe-keeping.<br />
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"Now, if you'll excuse me, if I'm going to be cooking dinner, I have some farms to visit."<br />
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Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-52072824490442163262015-12-20T14:51:00.000-05:002015-12-20T14:51:00.350-05:00Sketch Factory Winners #11, 12, 13, 14As you can probably tell, this blog is getting less love nowadays. We'll be moving things to our tumblr, our twitter, our Patreon feed, our HF page, and ultimately, our website. It's not quite dead yet, but if you're looking for real updates, those'd be the places to go. Here are the last two months of Patreon sketch factory updates!<br />
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<br />Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-91200868495517422682015-10-29T21:53:00.000-04:002015-10-29T21:53:14.785-04:00Bride of the Night<div>
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Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-70541148489849003352015-10-22T21:59:00.005-04:002015-10-22T21:59:57.257-04:00Chair Job - Patreon Sketch Factory #10'Nother sketch factory post! This one's the 10th - woo, double digits, baby!<br />
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Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-16375249975753962672015-10-11T16:50:00.002-04:002015-10-11T17:11:09.626-04:00Jewel - OrtarThe Jewel Saga continues!!!<br />
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After the... experience with Om, Jewel was feeling a strange sort of levity. She wondered if the lingering effects of the sap... lingered for longer than other intoxicants would, or if it was just that Om had proved far less ferocious and terrifying than she'd expected, and her relief put a spring in her step. She felt the sap still slowly oozing out of her, and the knowledge that it was just that - tree sap - was a little less humiliating than... some of the more mammalian fluids she'd recently had drooling out of her butthole. She recalled Jamar's leavings, hot and runny, which she had partially knocked out of her over-stuffed stomach as she rode him home, her swollen belly bouncing against him, her bloated bowels cramping around his runny pooch-goo. In comparison, Om's tree-goo was... more palatable. Being anally receptive for a dog was humiliating - being anally receptive for a tree was outside of that spectrum entirely.<br />
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Either way, when the stag dropped her off, not far from Robert's stables, Jewel was in a good mood. She nuzzled the stag's snout, gave him a peck on his muzzle, and sent him off... and saw that he was in quite the good mood, too. As she eyed the retreating stag's eager member, the dreamstone put an image in her mind that would have normally soured her mood, but she quickly shook it aside – the morning was beautiful, she wasn't very much sore from the previous day's encounter, her insides were well-flushed out, and she was in the mood for some pleasant company, so she went to see Robert and his daughters, skipping without reserve towards the scent of horse that the wind carried on the warm morning air. Even that smell didn't bother her, and as she got closer, the smell of smoked bacon and cooked eggs overcame it, just as the quaint cottage came into view.<br />
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She was full of pep as she knocked on the cottage door, and it was Leslie that answered. Robert was sitting at their table, along with two younger girls, a solitary seat empty.<br />
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"Morning!” Robert called out, wiping some egg from his beard with his sleeve, before Leslie had a chance to react.<br />
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"Morning,” Jewel replied, and Leslie then realized who the guest at the door was.<br />
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"You're the one who borrowed Wolf,” she said, in a rhetorical tone.<br />
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Jewel nodded, and Leslie turned back to her father. Robert waved for her to come in, and Leslie stood aside so that Jewel could enter, then closed the door behind her. <br />
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"What brings you here on this fine morning?” asked Robert, and Jewel was glad to hear that the morning was indeed fine, and that she wasn't just still drunk.<br />
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"I've just returned from some... er... business in the forest, and the steed they provided me brought me here,” she said, truthfully, albeit missing some crucial details about the nature of her stay, her return, and the manner of steed.<br />
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"A steed brought you here? Perhaps it was one of mine.”<br />
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"I... doubt that,” she said, hesitantly. She didn't think Robert was in the business of raising wild stags. "It was a peculiar, foreign breed.”<br />
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"Hmm... perhaps it smelled my own stock and came close to investigate. Either way, I'm glad it did. Care to have breakfast with us?” he said, gesturing to the far, dark corner of the room, where Leslie absconded off to, returning with a dust covered chair just like all the others around the table. She patted it down with a rag, and set it aside hers. Jewel accepted the invitation, sitting down between Leslie's seat and a younger girl, opposite the little girl she'd seen before, with Robert at the other end, next to the littlest one. Leslie retrieved a plate from the cupboard and placed it in front of Jewel, then remained standing to serve Jewel mushed egg from a bowl, but Robert raised his hand to stop her. "I'll serve her, daughter. You finish yours.” With that, Leslie sat, and Robert reached across the table to serve Jewel some eggs, then plucked the last two strips of bacon off his plate and plopped them onto Jewel's.<br />
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Jewel was a little overwhelmed by his hospitality- rarely, in her days before being 'Jewel', did a stranger offer her something for nothing in return, and with such grace and magnanimity. In her exuberance, she clasped Robert's hand.<br />
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"Thanks so much for everything, Robert. You've been... really kind.”<br />
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"To be flattered by a pretty young girl is all the thanks I need,” he said, scratching his cheek with his other hand. As he sat back down, his eldest daughter shot him a look. "What?” he said, indignantly, when he saw her face, "I'm old, not dead.”<br />
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"A man your age shouldn't be 'flattered' by a girl as young as your daughter,” she said, although she gave Jewel a sympathetic look. <br />
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"My eldest daughter. Who was birthed when I was still a beardless lad!” he said, although his angry justifications gave way to shame when he looked back to Jewel and realized what he was saying. Jewel smiled at him, pleasantly. He didn't know she was actually a boy, nor that he wasn't... exactly... Jewel's type. If he had a harmless crush on her, she didn't mind, although that might still have been the sap talking. <br />
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The two younger daughters, a teenager and a young girl, looked glib and excited, respectively, as Jewel caught their eyes. <br />
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"Ah, forgive me. This my youngest daughter, Liz,” he said, patting the head of the young, freckled girl, "and this is Lindsay, my second daughter.”<br />
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"Hiya!” said Lindsay, with a single wave of her hand. Jewel had the feeling she knew something that she wasn't saying.<br />
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"Hi,” said the littlest one, bashful to speak. <br />
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"This is Jewel. She's a bit of a traveller, and she's treated our horses well, so treat her well, y'hear?”<br />
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The two girls nodded. Leslie peered at Jewel, as if trying to work something out, but when Jewel looked at her, she turned red-faced and looked away.<br />
<br />
After that, they ate breakfast in relative silence. Jewel thanked Robert again when she'd had her full – it was good to have some meat in her that wasn't still attached to a living creature, and some milk that was actually milk – like, from a cow. As Leslie gathered up the plates, she took Jewel's in hand and spoke.<br />
<br />
"Did anything... happen to Wolf, when you had him?”<br />
<br />
Jewel thought about it. "Nothing in particular. I rode him a little hard for about a day, but he seemed fit enough. Why?”<br />
<br />
Robert waved his hand in the air dismissively, stifling a belch. <br />
<br />
"Oh, Wolf's been a bit odd since you had him. Has no interest in the mares anymore, although I'm sure that's a bit of coincidence. Maybe he spotted a wild mare that caught his fancy.”<br />
<br />
Jewel suddenly felt very hot, in an uncomfortable way. She slipped a finger under her choker and pulled it aside, flushed. She doubted that Wolf had spotted a wild mare that caught his fancy... she knew, quite well, that her bottom seemed to cross the species barrier when it came to attracting fancy.<br />
<br />
"Don't you mind it. Here, after I fetch some water from the well, I'll give you a tour of the stables. You two girls attend your chores, now,” he said, and the youngest two, excused from the dinner table, jumped off the chairs and ran out, the older one inspecting Jewel's face up close before she left.<br />
<br />
"Do you need help with the water?” Jewel asked, and Robert shook his head.<br />
<br />
"Old, not dead,” he repeated, smirking. "Take a look at the stable on your own. I'll be right there after.”<br />
<br />
Jewel nodded, and Robert scratched his beard, looking lost in thought, as he half-waddled off to the well. Jewel had seen the front of Robert's stables, but never inside... the last time she'd been in stables had been quite... uncomfortable.<br />
<br />
The inside of the stables smelled stronger than the outside. It wasn't a bad smell... it wasn't a <i>good</i> smell either, though. There were only a handful of horses; nothing like the royal stables, but warm and inviting in a way that was worth so much more.<br />
<br />
Jewel approached Wolf, and was... pleased to see that he wasn't obviously pleased to see her, although he did take notice of her, and turned his head to get a good look at her.<br />
<br />
Experimentally, Jewel turned around, and then watched Wolf over her shoulder. While the stallion didn't react noticeably, she saw, much to her chagrin, that something underneath him began to stir visibly. It filled until drooping, and then remained that way, the stallion's rapt attention on Jewel. To further the experiment, Jewel steadied herself on the far wall of the stable and bent at the waist... and as soon as she did, the creature's stirring mass became a long, thick, rigid thing, full mast and rapt for mating. And that wasn't all that happened: only a few seconds after that physiological miracle, Wolf himself stood at attention – that is, he hooked his front legs on top of the stable door and thrust his rigid member through the bars of it, and it slid along the horizontal bar, up into some imaginary mare's guts, Jewel imagined. It was the second time she'd swallowed, hard, upon seeing a horse and his... boy. She remembered the first time – that first night, prior to the morning auction, when she'd first regained her "freedom”. That stallion had mounted another male horse, and although she wasn't sure if it had successfully penetrated it, she guessed that a cursory examination of its asshole would have cleared that ambiguity right up. She hadn't gotten a chance to, nor was she sure if she really wanted to know. A cursory examination of her bottom after her stay with Jamar likely would have, as well; she could still remember the popping sound it had made when he pulled the knot free, like a champagne cork, and it had <i>felt</i> open for a while afterwards. And Jamar's knot had only stretched it open very briefly – she would bet that a thing like that would stretch it quite a bit more consistently. She remembered who had gotten into a bidding war with Om, and again, the dreamstone gave her a vision, and again, she embarrassedly waved it away. She sympathized with the mares in their stables, but definitely didn't want to play the part of one. She stood upright, just in time for Robert to enter the stables.<br />
<br />
Jewel straightened up even more and spun around, to hide what she'd been doing. Now directly facing the beast's thing, she made a quick measurement with her eyes... and, with a bit of a flush and a sweat, she realized she could <i>feel</i> her insides uncomfortably fitting such a thing - whether that was a trick of the dreamstone or her own imagination, she didn't know. She tightened up her sphincter best she could - which, now that Jamar had his way with her, she felt was less than it had been before - but could still feel the phantom gut-filling, going knock-kneed. The pressure disappeared, and she sighed, but then, with her hands lifting into the air of their own accord, she felt her shit getting pushed in more than ever, and her eyes crossed... and then, nothing.<br />
<br />
It had happened all at once, and Jewel was suddenly flush with sweat. Jewel knew she had a mission - there was no way horsemeat could become part of her "diet".<br />
<br />
"Get down, Wolf. What are you doing?” he said, apparently not noticing Wolf's honking schlong, pointed straight at Jewel. Wolf dismounted from the door, disappointed. "He's normally so well-behaved," Robert said, apologetically, and Jewel shook her head.<br />
<br />
"I have that effect on m..." she said, about to say "men," but, of course, Wolf wasn't a man. "...my steeds."<br />
<br />
"Well, he's certainly taken a liking to you," Robert said, and Jewel hid her face behind her hand. He certainly did.<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
Once Jewel had returned to the city, an informant told her that the new auction wouldn't be for several days, and that Jewel should find "work" for herself. He said it with a certain grin under his cowl, but Jewel had no intention to "work" more than she needed to - her occupation was still "thief," after all.<br />
<br />
Soon, Jewel was getting back into her old routine - older than jewel thief; she had regressed into a common cutpurse. Less glamorous, for sure, but it put food on the table - a table that she also stole from a wealthy merchant's house by pretending she was one of his servants, and then one of his enforcers when the servants found her out. It brought a touch of class to the small sewer hovel she'd claimed - previously no doubt occupied by workers, now long abandoned, but the smell wasn't too bad, it was difficult to spot the entrance even if you brought light down into the tunnels, and it was large enough to fit Jewel and all of her worldly possessions, which, admittedly, were little. She slept there in lieu of Madam Lestrie's, as though she'd met a kind half-Taarshi girl named Xera there, Lestrie herself was barely more civil and pleasant than Jamar.<br />
<br />
As far as Jewel was aware, Veritas' informant didn't know where her hideout was, because whenever he visited her - mostly to bring her new, equally fabric-lite clothing - it was outside of the sewer. That made it a place all her own, for what that was worth... and a potential place to hide if the need should arise. <br />
<br />
Every night, the dreamstone sent her visions... well, not visions, really, mostly sounds. Neighing... a man laughing as hoofbeats grew louder... a squelching noise that made her stomach hurt... a -different- squelching noise that made her stomach hurt even more. And then, a third, one that relieved some of the tension in her belly.<br />
<br />
Dreamstone visions aside, her nights were full of sleep, because she did her best thieving during the day. Of course, If anyone caught a glimpse of what she was wearing under ther cloak, the attention made it more difficult to steal anything... unless that person was the only person who noticed, and then stealing from <i>them</i>, Jewel found, was even easier.<br />
<br />
Every morning, she picked a different purse. Well, that wasn't entirely true. The one blacksmith's apprentice she picked multiple times. A fresh-faced, fair-haired lad he was, whose purse was light, but who guarded it with the tenacity normally reserved for yawning or idlly scratching your chin. The first time Jewel stole from him, he had a small collection of coins, and he had watched Jewel's face with lurid fascination. The next time, she worried that he would recognize her, but he pointedly looked away from her after he caught a glimpse of her face. Jewel worried it was a trap, and approached him cautiously, careful not to let him grab her wrist or otherwise subdue her once she'd nicked it - to her surprise, he'd looked right at her after she'd hidden away his newly-liberated purse into her bag, and... smiled shyly. There were more coins that time, and Jewel decided it might be worth it to pay a visit to the young blacksmith's apprentice more often.<br />
<br />
Aside from just subsisting, Jewel plotted. She bought and haggled for pieces of information about Jayden, his current dealings and his vices and his common whereabouts. Like Jewel, he had a tendency to keep a lower profile... except when he didn't, extravagantly. Unlike Jewel, he wasn't wearing outfits that would make a whore blush, and, one more than one occasion, did.<br />
<br />
Day after day passed, until, finally, Veritas's informant, the same as before, appeared before Jewel and told her that her presence was required that night for another auction. Jewel took the news with a certain sinking despondence - Om hadn't been as bad as expected as an ordeal, even if she did still get thoroughly plundered in the rear, but there was no guarantee the next "suitor" wouldn't be <i>worse</i> than expected, and there were several for which expectations were already horrifically low. <br />
<br />
Nevertheless, she arrived to the auction site to again find suitors assembled, Veritas attending to them and shutting down arguments between them while keeping a foot abreast of the cask of butter.<br />
<br />
Jewel looked over the collection: Kelshey, Jamar, and Om were not present, as expected, and neither was the dragon, the troll, or the ogre. That left the centaur, the merman, the... slime, and, to Jewel's great relief, Merrybelle the Succubus. <br />
<br />
Unfortunately, while she lit up when she saw Jewel, she refrained from bidding, leaving the bidding between the two remaining beastmen - and a slime that Jewel was absolutely certain was asleep. Did slimes sleep?<br />
<br />
In terms of who Jewel preferred - the answer was obvious. The merman was terrifying in his own right, by temperament and by the massive spear (literally) that he haule with him, but Jewel knew <i>exactly</i> what awaited her with Ortar, and that was the kind of penis-hole mismatch that bards sung songs about. Even if Jewel had been female, a horse was a horse, of course of course. And she wasn't - all things considered, Jewel was still very much male, and that meant taking the centaur <i>anally</i>, and that was unthinkable.<br />
<br />
And then, the merman, looking at least a little murderous, turned away and stomped off, leaving Ortar the unambiguous winner of the auction.<br />
<br />
Jewel hadn't been the same since Jamar. Not in any deep sense, although perhaps in some ways seeing the beastmen up close had given Jewel a bit of an education - though that applied to the elves and the enchanted forest as well - but definitely being with Jamar had altered Jewel in a intimate, if subtle way. Mostly because of that damned knot.<br />
<br />
But, seeing Ortar win the bid, suddenly, she felt it return to its old tightness very quickly. It made an audible squeaking noise.<br />
<br />
"You're going to need this," Veritas said, in the slimy way that only he could, as he wrapped his knuckles against the side of the barrel.<br />
<br />
Jewel had never looked at a cask of butter so unfavourably. Sure, it was her savior, but if it weren't there, it wouldn't be -possible- to... do the thing that it would facilitate. She'd seen Ortar's anatomy. She knew he was half-man, half-horse, <i>all horse</i>. And, from what she'd briefly seen, he was hung like a horse by <i>horse</i> standards. This was a mating that was not, at all, what their goddess had intended.<br />
<br />
"Ortar is winning!" he yelled, sounding far too excited for the attempted murder he wanted to commit with his dick. "Ortar wins broodmare!"<br />
<br />
Jewel didn't like the sound of that. She didn't consider Ortar to be a genius, but she hadn't considered that he might not realize that he couldn't put ponies in her. That was a fundamental stupidity she wasn't prepared for. Although, that might mean that he'd back down when he realized that Jewel wasn't about to be mommy to horsemen any time soon.<br />
<br />
"Come, two-legged one! The night is young! We ride!" he said, and Jewel wordlessly walked to his side. Without a saddle or stirrups, she had no idea how she was going to get on top of him, much less ride him.<br />
<br />
Veritas had thought of this, apparently. He called for a servant to bring him something, and when they returned, it was with a saddle attached to what looked like a harness - Jewel recognized that it was probably for the cask.<br />
<br />
Ortar reared up when he saw it. "Ortar not horse! Ortar not wanting this!"<br />
<br />
Veritas remained calm, despite the massive centaur's obvious fury. "Yes, but, she is not used to riding bareback," he said, and Jewel saw him stifle a snicker. "She will be much more comfortable this way, and you will as well for transporting this cask. Without it, there will be no 'breeding' taking place."<br />
<br />
Ortar considered it, looking from the cask, to the saddle, to Jewel, and then back to the saddle. "Ortar not like it," he said, but did not move... acting much like an obedient horse. Veritas nodded to the servant, and he fastened the saddle to Ortar, not without difficulty - he seemed afraid of the centaur warlord, which, given the title "warlord", was perhaps appropriate.<br />
<br />
Hauling the cask up into the harness proved a two man job, and Jewel took some satisfaction in watching Veritas struggling with it, cursing when some poor footing slid him under, covering his otherwise immaculate clothing in dirt. He stood, helped the servant fasten it into place, and then called for the back gate that they'd been using to be opened, making sure to give Jewel a knowing look as he did.<br />
<br />
When all was said and done, Jewel noticed that the saddle still had no stirrups, but before she could even open her mouth to ask how she was getting on top, Ortar reached down and hoisted her up, depositing her unceremoniously into the saddle. Then, before she could comment about this development, he took off, quickly hastening to a breakneck pace, through the gate, and into the city outskirts. <br />
<br />
He didn't have quite as explosive and powerful stride as Jamar, but nevertheless, he was faster - much faster than any horse (or stag) that Jewel had ever been on, and she had lean forward in the saddle to keep herself stable. Again, she found herself on the back of a beastman, riding through the cool night air, only the destination this time was not the cliffs by the ocean, but the grasslands, and what awaited her there... well, that was similar, but the difference was something she didn't want to think about. Although the dreamstone didn't help with that.<br />
<br />
She awoke to the warmth of the sun on her face, and the smell of grass. Somehow, during the ride, she'd fallen asleep, and now was laying on her back in the grass. She sat up, and her view was barely above it, looking out at an endless field, shimmering yellow in the breeze and the sun. It was such a placcid scene that she relaxed momentarily... only to tense up at the sound of hoofbeats.<br />
<br />
In a matter of moments, despite there being no one in sight just before, she was surrounded by centaurs, each more brutish and intimidating than the last. Jewel was nervous for a number of reasons - centaurs were known for their brutality, and in particular for making meat out of humans who blundered into their territory, or were in the bad fortune of living in areas that a centaur clan claimed as their territory. Putting that aside, as the centaurs that surrounded her didn't seem ready for violence, Jewel know found herself absolutely surrounded by centaurs, all male, none of them in a state of obvious non-arousal, some quite the opposite. There were no less than ten of them - Jewel hadn't mentally prepared herself for the possibility of Ortar stuffing it up her butt yet; if they planned on making her get on her knees and lining up behind her, she was going to swallow her own tongue.<br />
<br />
Fortunately, one grunted and pointed in a direction, and as Jewel shielded her eyes from the sun, she saw that there was a small structure without walls a small hike away. Juding by how fast Ortar could move, she judged that it might take him less than a shanty to get there, but for her, a short bard's tale. <br />
<br />
Although some of the centaur were visibly... at attention, none menaced her as she made her way to the structure, and when she got within a rock's throw of it, the largest of them called something out in a langauge Jewel didn't recognize, and they all reared up and turned around, galloping off from whence they came. Jewel then heard a familiar voice.<br />
<br />
"Brooadmare of Ortar! How was sleep?"<br />
<br />
Jewel's good mood evaporated as soon as she saw that, like some of his lieutenants, Ortar was more than happy to see her. "I slept on the ground," Jewel said, seeing that the wall-less structure resembled a gazebo, and had a few furnishings, but nothing resembling a bed. Ortar waved her into it, surprisingly genial, and Jewel was happy to get out of the sun - it certainly took the chill out of the air, but she'd been lying in it for a few hours, likely. The floor of the structure was wood, even though there wasn't a tree around for miles, it looked. Ortar's hoofs clopped against the wood loudly. As far as opulent royal palaces went, it was on a lower level than even Jamar's humble man-wolf-cave. <br />
<br />
"So did Ortar. Is good ground. Good," he said, missing the point majestically. "Food?"<br />
<br />
Jewel blinked, not realizing she'd been asked a question. "Oh, yes, I'm hungry."<br />
<br />
Ortar called out a word, and again, almost instantaneously, other centaur appeared, some carrying baskets with fruit, tubers, and... hay. Oddly, there was no meat.<br />
<br />
Each one laid their basket at Ortar's feet, and then left without being dismissed. When the last had finished (carrying a large bowl with water in it), there were seven baskets and two bowls of water, far more food and drink than Jewel would possibly stomach.<br />
<br />
Jewel hesitated to kneel down to eat any of it, even after Ortar himself knelt and started to grab fistfulls of food. But she was hungry, so it didn't take long for her to give up on being invited.<br />
<br />
"Can I have some?"<br />
<br />
Ortar looked up, his mouth stuffed full, and chunks of chewed fruit tumbled out of his mouth as he looked, surprised, at Jewel. "Eat, eat!" he demanded, pointing to the basket full of fruit nearest to Jewel. <br />
<br />
Jewel carefully sat down on the floor, then helped herself to some bread and a squishy melon.<br />
<br />
"Ortar clan is all clan. All Ortar see is being his," he said, and Jewel was well aware that Ortar could currently see her. "You are guest; Ortar is having nothing you are not having."<br />
<br />
Jewel knew that was true in a few ways that Ortar didn't intend. Then again, Jewel didn't have a <i>horse</i> cock. Jewel nodded at the hospitality, and then started to eat in silence. Eventually, she'd gorged herself, but Ortar continued to eat, so she just waited. Eventually, she broke the silence.<br />
<br />
"So, what are you planning to do with me?" she said, facing the issue head-on. She clutched the dreamstone to her chest, and tried to ignore the vision that it gave her. She watched Ortar thinking - a difficult task, it seemed - and then he spit out a pit.<br />
<br />
"First, Ortar feed. Then, we ride from clan of Hegtar to clan of Raktar - all of Ortar land. And then, we play game, and if Ortar win, Ortar mate."<br />
<br />
Jewel had feared this conversation. "You understand I'm a boy, right?"<br />
<br />
"Ortar understand. Ortar wanting to breed anyway. What is being between Ortar's hindlegs does not care," he said, and that was that. It took Ortar a while to finish, but he finished all the remaining food they'd been brought, and then stood, stomped around a bit, and gestured for Jewel to come to him, at which point he hoisted her up and deposited her on his back again - and then, just as suddenly, took off in a run.<br />
<br />
They rode under the noon sun for maybe an hour before Ortar looked back at Jewel, and then pointed to the distance, across a massive lake. "That is clan of Hegtar, lake warriors," he said, and Jewel could see at the extreme end of her vision a few figures - likely centaurs. The visit to the clan of Hegtar was shortlived, as Ortar made a turn, almost an about-face, and then took off in that direction.<br />
<br />
It was a few hours of riding later, and Jewel's rear was thoroughly sore by then, that Ortar stopped at the edge of a cliff that Jewel hadn't seen until he'd done so, and she nearly jumped off of him in surprise when she did. "Clan of Raktar. Forest warriors."<br />
<br />
Though she'd heard Ortar had dominion over the grasslands, from the cliff, she could see a wide tract of forested land that Ortar at least seemed to think he had claim to. It was a massive area, although sparsely populated, and she doubted that the centaurs were the only ones using the land. Still, given the stretch of land she'd been shown, Ortar's claimed domain was massive - perhaps ten or fifteen times the size of Ironia's capital city. <br />
<br />
"Now, to the sun hills, where we will play our game," he said, turning about, though Jewel looked over her shoulder to admire the view. <br />
<br />
While they rode to the sun hills, Ortar laid out the rules of his "game".<br />
<br />
"Game is simple. You run, Ortar chase. If you are escaping Ortar, Ortar will not be telling anyone. Ortar will not making you his mare... although, Ortar is having many mares," he quickly added, although it struck Jewel as patently untrue. Jewel hadn't seen a single female centaur yet. "If Ortar catch you, we mate, back in Ortar palace."<br />
<br />
Jewel was distracted by the sweeping hills before her - the name was apt, as they were filled with sun-yellow grass, lit intermittently by the nearly-setting sun as the winds blew across them. Ortar let Jewel dismount him, and she prepared to run as fast as her legs could take her. <br />
<br />
"Ortar give you a ten second lead, and then Ortar is giving chase. And then, Ortar will catch you, and Ortar will breed you," he said, matter-of-factly. When Jewel didn't begin to run, he gave her a light kick on the rear with his foreleg. "Run, mare, run!"<br />
<br />
Jewel didn't need to be told twice. She took off in a sprint - but then, for all her agility, Jewel was never the fastest runner.<br />
<br />
Even if she could outrun him for a second, and she couldn't, there was nowhere to escape <i>to</i>. Just endless fields of hills and grass. She ran as fast as she could, anyway, and then faster than that when she heard the hoof-beats, muffled by grass, begin.<br />
<br />
Her footfalls suddenly stopped touching ground, and she realized she'd been hoisted up by her flimsy top, and she began to kick to try and escape his grasp. "Haha! Caught you!" he cried out in triumph. "What a thrill! Again, again!" he said, and then dropped Jewel to the dirt, where she immediately scrambled and started to flee. She didn't know why he'd offered her a second chance, but she wasn't about to squander it. Only... with much less of a head-start this time, he quickly caught her again. And, just like that, released her again.<br />
<br />
The third time, though, as she climbed a hill, scrambling up a few rocks that she knew Ortar couldn't climb, she saw something in the distance, atop another hill– her salvation. She wasn't sure if she could make it, but she had to try, or the jewel's protection or no, Ortar's visible erection was going to destroy her insides. A dog had been bad enough – a horse was too much, whether it had a man's upper half or not. She didn't want ‘buttfucked to death by horse' on her tombstone, but she didn't want ‘fucked in the ass by a horsecock and survived' on her résumé either. Getting mounted by Ortar would, in some ways, be a fate worse than death. She wasn't a mare, she was a human being, with thoughts, and feelings, and a small asshole. If the gods had been on point, maybe they wouldn't have been sexually compatible at all... but the way things seemed, it was likely butter would solve any of those ‘problems'.<br />
<br />
As she ran the dreamstone beat against her chest, and each time, she had a sudden flash - no vision, just a sensation that nearly made her lose her footing. Finally, though, she reached the tree, and dug her nails into the bark as she scrambled up it. Ortar yelled out - not quite a cry of rage, more one of frustration with a tinge of an accusation of foul play. <br />
<br />
"Ohh! Mares can not climb trees! Come down!"<br />
<br />
"I'm not a mare!" Jewel called down, securing herself on a branch well out of his reach. "And I'm not coming down! Not for a day and night!"<br />
<br />
"This is... cheating! You are a cheat! Ortar will not stand for this!" he said, his hoof beating the ground. <br />
<br />
Suddenly emboldened, Jewel shifted on the tree - so that instead, Ortar was staring up at her big, round backside. "Too bad!" she said, taunting him. She laughed - she'd escaped! And then, she heard him call out as he had before, and she felt satisfied... until the whole tree shook. She grabbed hold of the branch, so as to not fall, but then the tree shook once more, and her grip slipped, and she fell.<br />
<br />
The dreamstone flashed a vision as she fell, one involving butter, whinnying, and a block of ice. When she came to, she found herself not on the ground, but in Ortar's arms, and her rear hurt. <br />
<br />
"Our cats sometimes climb this tree. I know how to get them out of it," he said, and she felt his powerful legs kick behind him. "I have caught you three times. The game is over."<br />
<br />
She sighed. Mooning Ortar had proven a mistake. Showing off her big bottom led to it hurting... and then all the color faded from her face as she realized how true that was.<br />
They returned to Ortar's "palace" by nightfall. Jewel dismounted Ortar, although she knew it wouldn't be long before they reversed who was mounting who. The cask of butter that they'd brought with them had been wrenched open and strung up horizontally, so that much of it had poured onto the ground.<br />
<br />
"Are you ready to be bred?" he asked her, and she shook her head. <br />
<br />
"You know, as a human, I could offer you... other things," Jewel said, and though she briefly considered offering him one up the hole beneath his tail, she didn't think he'd go for it.<br />
<br />
He didn't say anything, or move. Jewel reached underneath, and grabbed hold of it, and began to stroke it. Something about the experience made her feel... like she was performing animal husbandry. <br />
<br />
Before her... ‘existence' as Jewel, she'd never seen a horse cock up close before... or any cock aside from her own, really. She ran her fingers along it... it pulsed with so much intensity... looking at the thickness at the tip, Jewel realized she'd have to unhinge her jaw to get it in her mouth... so much for that idea. She tried to satisfy him with her hand, but he quickly grew bored, and demanded that she get on her hands and knees. <br />
<br />
Jewel's clothing had apparently been selected by Veritas on the basis of ease of access, so rather than disrobing, she unfastened the flap that covered her rear. Though she was horrified by what she was being asked to do, this wasn't her first time at the rodeo, at this point, and she knew acquiescing was going to make it easier than not. That being said, it was her first time even considering taking something of that size and shape where the sun most definitely doesn't shine, so while she confidently hoisted her ass in the air, on the inside, she was anything but calm.<br />
<br />
Ortar kneeled behind her, grabbed both of her cheeks, and stared straight into her rear. Jewel wasn't used to this level of 'inspection.' There was almost something... domesticated about it... that, is, until Ortar barked a command for her to "wink”. Jewel didn't know what that meant, but she could guess... she pushed out, feeling her anus pucker slightly, and Ortar grunted his approval. He let go of her, and she saw him prance off... to the cask. She looked away as he defiled it, and then returned, looking quite greased up and ready to go, with hands full of the stuff as well, which soon found their way to Jewel's backside.<br />
<br />
She felt Ortar's flared tip slam against her rear entrance once, engulfing it, making her face turn pale. It was as thick as a fist, she realized... and the <i>thickness</i> wasn't what scared her, although it didn't help. It was one thing to have a sore, stretched ass... it was another entire to have... well, to get fucked in the ass by a horse. Jewel couldn't decide if it was better or worse that he was sentient... but either way, she was taking a horse-cock anally, and that wasn't something people normally do.<br />
<br />
Even a butter-coated horse cock was still a <i>horse-cock</i>. Jewel knew that if he gained purchase, she'd long for the days she spent after Jamar gave her a thorough butt plundering, worrying that her little boyhole would never return to its maiden tightness. She still had hope that, maybe after a month, the lingering effect of Jamar's overzealous interspecies anal fuck would disappear entirely, and her body wouldn't remember that one time she sat on a dog's knot and spun while moaning like the mayor's daughter.<br />
<br />
She had no such hope that, if she added "butt-blasted by centaur" to her resume, her hole would ever return to normal. She'd heard the myths about the stablehand who rubbed a mare's juices on their rear and was forevermore incontinent. If there was a grain of truth to that story, it's that if a horse's cock enters a human butthole, neither of them are again the same, particularly the butthole.<br />
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Philosophy aside, Jewel was in a predicament that required action, as only her quick wits could escape her from a fate that involved, at the very least, walking funny for days. Her buttered hole and Ortar's buttered, flared cockhead were kissing, but it was only a matter of time before their schoolyard antics led to some... deeper intimacy.<br />
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"Hey, Ortar--" she started, in an attempt to distract the centaur from his attempts at anal congregation, before she felt all of the wind leave her lungs. Ortar had reared his hip back and then lunged it forward, slamming the behemoth into Jewel's upturned backdoor. He hadn't made purchase, but he had succeeded in making Jewel's diaphragm seize up, rendering her unable to say anything.<br />
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The flared tip didn't seem to understand that a peg can't fit into a hole smaller than it, so they spent a while with just his cock spewing precum onto her unyielding starfish, the rest of his head pressing into it like some kind of obscene kiss. Jewel was thankful for the extra lubrication, but was less thankful for the horse dick... which she knew would inevitably win that battle. Her asshole's time was numbered, and if there was a more embarrassing, terrifying countdown, Jewel hadn't taken part in it.<br />
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"Oh..." was all she got out of his name before, again, she lost her air, but this time, the stalemate had broken. From the outside, Ortar's hunk of meat was stuck between Jewel's fat cheeks, but Jewel could feel from the intense pressure that her entire rectum was full, and her colon was already in the process of being straightened out.<br />
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If she thought she had the wind knocked out of her before, that had been nothing compared to the breathlessness she now experienced. She noiselessly made an "ooh" face, comically underselling how she felt in her shock.<br />
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Finally, her reflexes kicked in, her mouth opened wide in a silent scream, and her hand found its way back to the shaft sticking halfway out from between her cheeks and grabbed hold of it tightly, trying desperately to slow or halt its entry further.<br />
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It twitched, and nearly lifted Jewel off of the ground. Each pulse sent a shockwave through her body until it came out of her mouth as an unintelligible "buh". If she wasn't quite a mare in physiology, she'd at least been rendered as dumb as one.<br />
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It pushed her internal organs out of the way as it sunk deeper in. It lurched so far into her intestines that Jewel was certain she was dreaming. She could feel it poking her belly out, stretching her abdomen outward, but her tight ring gobbled up more and more of the slick shaft with no end in sight. It gripped tightly, so that when he did pull out a ways suddenly, as his thrusts were erratic, her butt pulled with it, but then he lurched forward again and it reached even more depraved depths. Jewel's only hope at this point was that, when his belly finally touched against her butt, his cock didn't force its way up out of her mouth. Rationally, she knew that was impossible, but there was something about a foot and a half of horse dick straightening out your colon that made the impossible seem possible. She'd rather have admitted to sleeping with Kelshey a hundred times than admit having been sodomized by a horse... and if anyone found out that she'd been made into Ortar's mare, the embarrassment would make her <i>explode</i>... if Ortar's shithole-invading horsemeat didn't make her explode first.<br />
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The fact that it was her shithole made it so much worse - it hadn't really bothered her as much with Kelshey or Jamar, but here, the -pointlessness- of the act was on full display, as even if centaurs and humans could interbreed, Ortar was threatening to pump his regal pony goo in a place that wasn't likely to bear many fruit, and Jewel would just be stuck dumping it out, likely still warm, at her convenience. Jewel's butthole wasn't meant for breeding, and yet, it was being <i>bred</i>.<br />
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And she couldn't even think of him as a centaur. His entire human half was out of view, and he wasn't saying anything. She struggled to put his face in her mind's eye, because otherwise, this was a simple act of bestiality. Jewel was being anally defiled by a horse, not a horseman, but a horse. And if Jewel had to keep Ortar's mug in mind while his cock reamed open her sphincter and gave her straightened-out intestines a thorough massage, just to put the "man" in "horseman", it was worth it.<br />
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She had endured being under Kelshey as he plugged her soft butt from behind, an act that, now that Jewel was thinking about it, made it easier to think of herself with female pronouns. She had to some degree been beneath Jamar... but she was well and truly <i>underneath</i> Ortar. She was holding onto his forelegs and having her fat ass violated by his horsecock, and the dreamstone was doing an excellent job showing her doing that again, and again, and again. Like it was whispering to her "this is what you're meant for." Jewel didn't fancy herself an elven boytoy, or a wolfman's bitchboy, but she especially didn't fancy herself horse's cumdump, or her asshole a mare-pussy substitute for horsecock.<br />
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But, if the shoe fit...<br />
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The one "saving grace,” if it could be called that, was that he couldn't thrust all the way in and out at once... but his erratic, frenzied shitter-stuffing was hardly an improvement. It lurched in and out of her bowels, and even at its shallowest it was still thicker and deeper than most human cocks would be. Her intestinal muscles didn't know what to do with it, and so she cramped, painfully, and the friction of the massive thing sliding in and out was rubbing each individual ring raw, and the thickness of it was stretching each individual ring beyond recognition. Humans were not made for receiving anal sex from horses, she thought, and each syllable of that thought was punched into her entrails. The sounds she was making, however, were distinctly inhuman, guttural grunts and whines and groans and squeaks, incoherent gibberish that all meant the same thing - this horse cock doesn't fit in my ass. Humiliation aside - and that was a <i>lot</i> to put aside, her insides just couldn't accomodate it, and they were being made to in a way that made her not envy gay horses. When Ortar bottomed out, she thought she would die, the wind knocked out of her, and when he nearly slipped free, she begged for the momentary reprieve, but it never came, as the shaft of the horsecock slipped inside again, buried in her tight, aching hole, which it was stretching nearly as wide during the entire ordeal as Jamar's knot had at its thickest - Jewel felt like she was being fisted by a cock. Of course, just an inch below where her hole was entertaining an equine guest, her own boypart was reacting in its own, misguided way.<br />
Unfortunately, the erratic thrusting made it hard for Jewel to predict the thrusts, and the sudden prostate-punching and hole-stretching and tunnel-spelunking left her in a state of arousal that she wouldn't admit to under penalty of death. She was leaking so much precum into the dirt that her knees were starting to sink into the mud that contained all of her misguided sperm. She knew it was very likely she was going to cum hands-free, but she fought it off as best she could. Which... wasn't enough. Jewel felt her balls tense up as they prepared to make someone else a mommy, not knowing the kind of sex or the configuration of the participants. She grit her teeth and tried to think of anything that would distract her, anything at all, but the reality was she was being buttfucked, and nothing was going to be able to distract her from that long enough to keep her boybits from joining on the fun. Groaning in defeat, she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and gave the ground a facial.<br />
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She let Ortar's face fall from her mind as she ejaculated, spraying all of her horse-induced semen into the dirt and moaning like a bitch (mare?) in heat. The intensity of the anal stimulation made it impossible to just focus on her orgasm, and her entire body wracked with the sensation. If Ortar noticed a difference in tightness, he didn't react to it, instead continuing to fuck the <i>shit</i> out of her ass just as he had been, which was such that one moment, she had her rectum full of horse dick, then the next moment, it was nearly empty, and then the next, her rectum and colon were both bursting with it, and the pressure on her diaphragm made it impossible to breathe. Her nails dug into the dirt as she fired more globs into it, trickling her semen into the mud with no ability whatsoever to stop herself. It went on and on, and Jewel suddenly found that her finger was in her mouth, covered in dirt, and that her hand had gone from Ortar's shaft to her own round, squishy cheek, which she was pulling aside so that the pace of the horsedick pumping into her ass was that much faster, and could give her that much more stimulation from the backside, resulting in a white rain that she was 100% certain must have been the dreamstone's fault. By the time it ceased, she was already half-limp.<br />
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Then, she collapsed into the mud. A smile crept onto her face. Anal oblivion be damned, she just had, in her admittedly limited experience, the best anally-induced orgasm of her life. She knew she'd be embarassed, mortified in a moment when the euphoria wore off, but for now, her balls were empty, and that was... pretty nice. She had to hand it to Ortar - skill or not, he'd managed to get her off through brute force.<br />
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She numbly felt the shaft erratically jump inside of her, and let out a slightly pained groan. She hoped Ortar was soon to finish... although she wasn't looking forward to what him "finishing" meant. She held out hope that he might accidentally withdraw... but that hope was dashed a moment later, when she heard Ortar roar, and felt a fire erupt in her belly, and in surprise, grabbed onto Ortar's forelegs.<br />
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She thought she was about to vomit up horsecum. If Jewel had been overwhelmed by Jamar's output, Ortar's ejaculation was so forceful it <i>stung</i>. She felt it spray out and fill her gut, which made her sprinkle the floor in an utterly bewildering display of sympathetic creaming, and then felt more of it glug out into her already ballooning belly, a veritable deluge of horsecum that would have made any mare pregnant if she <i>saw</i> it. Jewel felt absolutely sick, feeling it glug out into her bloated intestines more and more, and the way that Ortar was jerking in and out meant that every inch of her fun tunnel was being basted... and deep inside, it was pooling into a lake that would have made her nauseous even if it wasn't mostly horse sperm... it squirted out around his cock as he continued to pump it into her, and Jewel gripped tightly onto his forelegs as her belly visible sagged and bloated beneath her... her "reward” for a breeding well done. Her stomach gurgled in protest, but there was little she could do about it; even with all the pressure in her gut, her butt was still almost totally plugged by the long shaft of a horse cock. She was being bred, thoroughly, and felt equally disgusted, horrified, and <3 about it. It was a stomachache she would not soon forget. Ortar was still ejaculating when he pulled it out, and it was immediately joined by a quart of horsecum that visibly deflated Jewel's belly, although it was still quite round, sore, and full. Jewel swallowed her shame and pushed it out, it emptying in a river as Jewel lay her head down in the warm mud, and Ortar dismounted.<br />
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Ortar used his human hands to inspect the fruit of his labor, spreading her cheeks apart, and Jewel lay there, defeated. She had no idea why he was even bothering - she could feel that her hole was, at least temporarily, large enough to stick a fist in without touching anything.<br />
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"Wink!" he demanded, and Jewel had no idea what he meant, but tried to close her hole anyway... somehow, this caused her to spasm, and a quart of horse-goo shot out of her and into his face, which caused him to rear back and curse. "Gah! Ortar was not meaning... ugh. Mare did good."<br />
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Jewel lay face-down, ass-up in the very mud she had made, and her hole felt absolutely cavernous. She was pretty sure anyone viewing her from behind could see out of her mouth. She had no interest in standing or moving at all.<br />
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She knew Ortar had a human...like intelligence but it really felt like she'd been fucked by an animal - there was no real difference. She got fucked by a horse... and she knew now that was entirely possible.<br />
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She had been wrong that it might be 'as bad' as Jamar. Even ignoring that Jamar's thickness was temporary and barely thicker, the state of her goophole left little doubt that she hadn't just been fucked by a horsecock - she'd been fucked in the ass by a <i>horse</i>. She might tell someone what had transpired between her and Kelshey, and, if under duress, confess to being Jamar's anally-receptive bitch...boy... but this was a humiliation that no other soul could ever know about. With her insides bloated and soggy and sore, and her ass open and winking in the air, she felt exactly like a bred barnyard animal, and at least they had the dignity of not having all of that animal semen in the hole that they shit from. Well, except chickens. Technically.<br />
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But she'd done it. She'd taken it in the ass from a horse. And yeah, that had made her spew, but that didn't change that she'd pulled it off. And, while she would never seek out the experience on her own, she wasn't exactly stressing about "her" manhood or "her" dignity when "she" hit her climax. It was a strange thing to feel pride in, but Jewel couldn't help it - how many could say they'd been fucked by a centaur warlord and made it through with a few bumps and scrapes? Sure, she wouldn't shit right for days, her hole was wide enough to stick a sovereign in with ease (the coin, not the ruler), she had a stomachache that was equal parts semen-gut and fucked-raw intestines, but she'd done it. She'd taken on one of her... biggest suitors. And with the thought of how big an Ogre or Troll's cock must be stuck in her mind, she passed out.Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-2798262955447687702015-10-05T20:10:00.002-04:002015-10-05T20:10:33.521-04:00Waspish - Patreon Sketch Factory #9Patreon sketch #9 "Waspish" is complete! We'll be posting up a story for it here and on HF later.<br />
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<br />Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-91658704358288186762015-09-18T14:41:00.003-04:002015-09-18T14:41:54.095-04:00Over the Table - Patreon Sketch Factory #8<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Winner #8 "Over the Table" is complete! Winner #9 is Waspish - lots of bug girls with naughty ovipositors, it seems. This one was prompted as a "Game Over" scenario - owe the tavern too much coin? Well, the bar wench with udders out to <i>here</i> knows where she might be able to find 'em - but to get 'em out, she's going to have to make yer coin-hole wide enough to fit 'em!</div>
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<br />Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-44528281676185368252015-09-03T21:53:00.000-04:002015-09-03T21:53:08.761-04:00Buggered - Patreon Sketch Factory #7Winner #7! Always good to do some oviposition. This time with two futabees. :D<br />
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<b>"She has stickier eggs than mine, so they can handle latching onto the bowels easily enough. Mine are hardier; indigestible, so they can sit in the stomach no problem."</b><br />
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<b>"I wouldn't eat anything for a while if I were you. The egg slime and the weak-shelled eggs will be enough sustenance.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Anything else will just make the stomachache worse... which you definitely don't want."</b><br />
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<b>As each egg was pumped down his throat or into his rectum, another plopped unceremoniously into his stomach, and the egg at the head of the conga-line in his intestines was pushed deeper in.</b><br />
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<b>"Are those in his stomach or intestines?"</b><br />
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<b>"Mmm... intestines. These are definitely my babies. I'm pumping out a <i>lot</i>."</b><br />
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<b>"You said we would share!"</b><br />
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<b>"Oh, it's not a competition. I'm sure his stomach can still take plenty. I'm sure it <i>will</i> still take plenty. It's not like he's going anywhere."</b><br />
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Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-56123339659714065282015-08-06T16:35:00.002-04:002015-08-06T16:35:22.186-04:00Futa Food (Creamy Buns) - Patreon Sketch Factory #5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Five! Ah ah ah! Five f'ing finished! 5 of 50, or 1/10, the number of dentists who apparently recommended brushing with your own spooge. This time, we've got a futa and a sandwich who love each other very much, and, as indicated below, the poor guy that has to eat the sandwich afterward.</div>
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<b><u>Creamy Buns</u></b><br />
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"Make me a sandwich, bitch!" he said, and his friends erupted into laughter.<br />
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He didn't believe her at all. She WAS a genie. Sure, she'd had most of her powers revoked by the Powers That Be for rampant misconduct, but that didn't mean she wasn't still a genie, or that she couldn't grant wishes. He had taken one look at her and decided that she wasn't the real deal. Well, she already felt the power of the wish stirring inside of her... and for her, it stirred in a very particular place, which explained the rampant misconduct.<br />
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She returned to her bottle with every intention of completing his wish, whether he really intended her to or not. She'd bought a hero, lettuce, tomato... everything one needed to make a sandwich bitch. She carefully prepared it, stuffing it with lettuce and packing on the tomatoes... and she had to admit, it looked pretty good.<br />
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But there was something missing... the meat.<br />
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And he never did specify what <i>kind</i> of sandwich he wanted.<br />
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Her need to fulfill the wish overpowered her reason. Grasping the unfortunate hero in both hands, she felt a throbbing in her loins which beat, and beat, and beat, until her flimsy undergarments were torn asunder, and fell to the floor a mess of fabric. Such was the power of the cosmos. <br />
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It was massively engorged by the wish-energy, twitching with a need to grant. Her not-so-wishy-washy precum dribbled towards the floor, dangling off the eye that was just a little too eager for sandwich making.<br />
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She held the sandwich firmly, it's inviting center just moments away from defiling, and then, without hesitation, she pulled it towards her until she felt lettuce on her wish-filled danglers, her throbbing wish-boner disappearing like she had wished it to, literally. Enhanced by the binding power of the wish, it felt heavenly. She had never loved a sandwich as much as she did then. She didn't feel her precum anymore, but she was sure it was in a better place, and she could somewhat feel her Cowper's gland pumping out more and more, so the sandwiches edibility was plummeting rapidly.<br />
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She held the hero in a tight grip and began to love it tenderly, pulling it off slightly and then either pulling it back or thrusting forward in her squat. She loudly moaned as she... well, as she gave the sandwich the business.<br />
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But there was still something missing... the sauce.<br />
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He hadn't specified what sauce he wanted, either, but she knew what sauce he was getting.<br />
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Oh, sure, her precum and sweat were tainting large parts of the lettuce and tomato already, but that wasn't enough. It needed more... flavor.<br />
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She felt it building and building until she couldn't contain it... and soon, the sandwich wouldn't be able to, either. It bloated conspicuously the moment she ejaculated, but her thick ropes of cum wouldn't be held invisibly for long. She whimpered and groaned as she filled every nook and cranny of the sandwich with her low fat special sauce. Soon it was overflowing; its innards were more sauce than meat at that point, and even she had to admit that it may have been too much - it would<br />
overpower the flavor profile of the rest of the sandwich. She kept pumping more inside until her wish-born lust subsided, of course, but the sandwich was ruined, or, from another perspective, "made".<br />
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After wiping herself off on the bun, she wrapped it up carefully, although the wrapper instantly became soggy and dripping and smelled of fish something fierce. Because of her wish-sense, she knew where he was - conveniently, he was eating lunch.<br />
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She brought it to him and placed it on the table in front of him, pushing his actual lunch aside. She hadn't bothered to put on pants in the intervening time, so her sandwich-despoiling member hung between her legs, and he eyed it, disgusted, before looking down at the soggy wrapper before him. A strange force compelled him to unwrap it, at which point his friends resisted the urge to gag, some unsuccessfully. <br />
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Even with her powers revoked, a wish was a wish. He wanted a sandwich, and now he was compelled to eat it, no matter how unpalatable it looked. Unable to resist, he picked the hoagie up and prepared to take a big, juicy bite of the creamy, messy, soggy, overflowing sandwich. She watched, eagerly, awaiting the moment when he ate up her love-filled hero.<br />
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Maybe she'd just misheard him. Maybe she thought he'd said, "Make me a sandwich bitch," or "make my sandwich a bitch." If that was the case - one bitch sandwich, coming right up.Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-25836062856298203682015-07-24T22:27:00.003-04:002015-07-24T22:27:56.635-04:00Double Play - Patreon Sketch Factory #4FOUR. Four sketches that have exploded into full color existence. But, because we secretly like the pain, we've added another 25 sketches to the <a href="http://majalistic.blogspot.com/2015/05/sketch-factory.html">sketch factory</a>. So we're at 4 out of 50. This time the picture is Double Play, featuring two totally unnamed characters getting butt-stuffed by a busty beauty.<br />
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Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-53297680870479149562015-07-19T19:25:00.001-04:002015-07-19T19:25:25.014-04:00Maid To Order<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You had placed an ad... a maid, willing to do whatever you need, with a good disposition and a good body, that you were sure was never going to work. The ad, not the maid. Even though the salary was high for a housekeeping position, it was obvious what a job offering like that would entail, and girls willing to do THAT for money had other, more profitable venues. But alone in that opulent house, that had passed from generation to generation,you were tired of finding a working girl willing to drive or be driven up into the mountains to perform her... services. Someone who could live there and cater to your needs was what you really wanted - but money could only take you so far. Surely, no one who had the attributes you desired would debase themselves in such a way.<br />
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But one day, on a dreary evening, when the light of the sun was dying, an aura of red painting the sky just above the horizon, all the phones in the house rang out, the silence of your solitude shattered by a cacophony meant to alert a staff of twenty - but you were all alone. No one ever called. Was it a salesman? A debtor? An attorney, calling about the will of some forgotten relative? Or a mistake? It was none of these things - although, in hindsight, the latter wasn't far from the truth. You, with slight hesitation, reach for the phone, placing your glass full of gold and diamonds next to the ringing telephone, which, until moments ago, you were not sure was still functional.<br />
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Placing the earpiece to your ear, you recline into your seat, slowly. You drag the cord over your knee to create some slack, but you are otherwise perfectly still. "Hello?" you ask, uncertain.<br />
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"Hello... I'm calling about the ad in the paper," a woman's voice says... chipper, mostly, but with an edge of sultriness that makes you sit upright. A prostitute, likely, you think, but better a port in the storm than alone adrift."Is this the right number?"<br />
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"Yes, yes, it is," you reply, although you can't be certain she's calling about the same ad. "Are you... interested in the position?"<br />
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"Very interested," she says, sounding excited, and a little bit sultry still, "I think I'd be perfect for the job. You can expect service with a smile."<br />
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"I see. You believe you have the... qualities that are required?" you ask, trying to picture her from her voice. You hope she's, at the very least, well-endowed. <br />
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"Oh, yes. I have a good disposition... and I definitely have a good body... and I'm more than willing to do what you need. All that and more," she says, now more sultry than not. You place the receiver to your ear as tightly as you can,hanging off her every word. You try to keep your eagerness out of your voice.<br />
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"And... what types of services do you offer... aside from cleaning?" you ask, your knuckles white with anticipation.<br />
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"Oh... I'm sure I don't know what you mean, but if you mean what I think you do... I'm definitely game for oral service. And I can cook," she says, although you find it strange that she would be advertising that particular skill when the subtext of the conversation is quite clear, at least to you. Sweaty in the palms, now, you lick your lips. One more question, and then she can answer the rest... in person.<br />
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"And... how do you feel about... submission?"<br />
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There's a long pause. You press the earpiece so tightly against your ear that it hurts, not wanting to miss her response. You can hear her breathing, so you know she's still there... and then, after a perfectly sultry hum, she answers.<br />
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"Oh, I love it."<br />
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She arrives that night, after a few hours, and by then the sky has given itself over completely to the dark. A woman willing to do that on such short notice you doubt very much was not a whore at some point, at least, but when she arrives, your doubts and concerns are both alleviated, as she arrives wearing a slutty french maid outfit, with barely any other luggage, leaving no question as to her chosen profession.<br />
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"Hello, master! My name is Viola," she says, as you open the door to behold her in full for the first time. Her hair is a violent shade of purple, clipped over one eye, done up in large, unruly pigtails, crowned by a lace headpiece. She's wearing a choker, but is otherwise bare between her chin and her breasts, which are almost visible behind lace trimming. Her sleeves are short, leaving her shoulders uncovered, and she has elbow-length gloves that matched her hair. Most bold of all is her skirt...which covers neither her thighs, nor, you are sure, even from the front, her rear - though there is likely no one around for miles, you still feel embarrassed on her behalf knowing that her panties are exposed for any to see.<br />
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You are somewhat... disheartened. You wonder how long it will be before she brought up price. You doubt that you can keep her longer than the night; after all, she likely has other appointments to keep.<br />
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"Hello... come in."<br />
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She glides in past you, with a pep in her walk and a servile smile on her face, and as she passes you notice that you were right - her skirt does essentially nothing to hide her underwear, which is white, frenchcut and frilly,although you only get a moment of watching it before she spins around and bows.<br />
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"Thank you for taking me into your home, master! Is there anything you need... right now?" she asks, and you consider it, but ultimately shake your head "no".<br />
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"I'd like to... interview you," you say, trying to gauge her reaction.<br />
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"Oh, of course! I'm sorry for getting ahead of myself, master. You don't mind if I call you master, do you, master?"<br />
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You blush. "No, that's... fine. Why don't we speak in the study?"<br />
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"Lead the way, master," she says, smiling with teeth. You think for a moment that if she leads the way, you can get a better view of her maidly undergarments, but, of course, she doesn't know the way, so you lead on ahead, keeping an eye on her, in case this beautiful girl happens to have sticky fingers; not that she'd be able to steal a bust or a vase without you noticing, as her luggage is too small and her clothing too tight to hide anything that large.<br />
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You enter the study, and the light from the grounds is the only light in the room - the way you prefer it. You sit in the master chair and pull the metal cord for the lamp on the adjacent table so that there's enough light for conversation. She follows behind you and places her luggage down. Rather than taking the seat opposite you, both of which face askance towards the large glass windows opening out to the grounds, she stands beside it, unwilling to sit, her hands folded over her apron. For a moment,you tell her to sit... but then you realize that she's waiting for you to give her permission to sit, and decide it's better if she continues to do so.<br />
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"So, you said on your phone that you were... qualified?"<br />
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"Oh, yes, master. I'm... meticulous, and thorough. And I know quite a lot about submission. If you'll have me, I think you'll see that you won't ever be able to get rid of me."<br />
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She continues to smile obsequiously, putting on her best impression of an eager dog, the kind that will come back to you no matter how many times you kick it. You find it... endearing. Something about her eyes makes it difficult to even look away.<br />
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"And you meant what you said about... service? That you'll provide it?"<br />
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"Mmm... that I'll provide what, now?" she says, licking her lips, and bending over slightly so that you can see down her dress.<br />
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"...oral service," you say, feeling flustered.<br />
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Her smile widens ever-so-slightly, so that you can just see her canine teeth. "Of course, master. I'm a full-service maid. Do you want to look over the contract of employment now?"<br />
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"You have one prepared?" you say, suspiciously. You hadn't planned on even drafting a binding contract until after she... well, until after she gave it up, but, if the need arises, you can always amend the one she's brought.<br />
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"Of course, master. It's my duty to serve you," she says. "If you don't want to commit to anything just yet, that's okay, but I'd like for you to look it over."<br />
<br />
You nod, and she rifles through her luggage for it. Because it's loose paper packed in with clothing and other items, it's wrinkled and torn, but she smooths it out and places it on your desk as if it wasn't, and then looks at you expectantly.<br />
<br />
You read it over carefully. It says she'll attend to all your needs, physical, emotional... a little gauche, perhaps, but the contract is, strictly speaking, a formality. There's nothing particularly outlandish, and you're careful to read every word. There's frivolous child-like terms like not disclosing recipes for meals served to third parties and keeping well provisioned on things like tissues... all in all, it doesn't bind you to anything in particular. You see no reason not to sign it,so you do.<br />
<br />
"Of course, I have to sign it, and we'll need a witness, but I think that's all I'll need for now," she says, retrieving the papers from your table and bringing it over to the one adjacent to the chair she isn't sitting in.<br />
<br />
Her wording concerns you. What purpose is there to a contract that isn't yet binding? As she brings a gloved finger to her lips and blushes bashfully, you forget your concern.<br />
<br />
"Now..." you say, "about that... oral service."<br />
<br />
"Hold onto that thought a moment, master," she says, quietly. Before we go any further... you should know that I'm smuggling a twig and berries in my panties."<br />
<br />
You nod, dismissing her nonsense... until you try to parse her sentence. She's... what? She doesn't say anything else, just continues to beam at you submissively... although it's feeling less and less submissive the longer she does it,and the more insistently she maintains eye contact, even as you look away.<br />
<br />
"You... you're..."<br />
<br />
"Fully equipped? Yep. Like I said, I meet your requirements. I have a nice body, a good attitude... and I'm going to do what you need."<br />
<br />
You can't believe her audacity. To not bring this up earlier... given, you could have asked, but you thought... it doesn't matter what you thought. You have your curled hand in your mouth, trying to think through what's happening. She's completely wrong-footed you, and you're having difficulty recovering. "And... what do I need?"<br />
<br />
Her gloved finger twirls part of her pigtail around and around, before she pushes the whole thing behind her neck, quite exposing it and her breast. She smiles at you devilishly. "Someone to cook for you, someone to clean for you...someone to draw your bath and wash your clothes, to make your bed and water your flowers... in short, someone to<i> take care</i> of you, and all your <i>needs</i>. Whatever those happen to be... whether you realize it or not."<br />
<br />
To cook, to clean... all of that, yes, you had anticipated. But you don't like the sound of that last bit. "I think... I think you should leave."<br />
<br />
"You want me to leave? Are you sure about that?"<br />
<br />
She's stunning, but... knowing what she has between her legs... "Yes, I'm sure. Go."<br />
<br />
She hesitates, her finger tracing her copy of the contract. "Well, now that you've signed this... that's prostitution, you know. Not exactly legal, is it? As your maid, I can't disobey master... but if I quit, or heaven forbid I was fired..."<br />
<br />
Your jaw drops, and you feel the sweat start to bead on your forehead. "You can't prove I intended to make you prostitute yourself."<br />
<br />
She reaches behind herself, and, after a moment of fiddling, produces a recording device - lord knows where she was keeping it. She hits play for just a moment, and you hear your own voice repeating "oral services".<br />
<br />
"You're... blackmailing me?"<br />
<br />
She hits the record button on the device. "No, master, I'm serving you, like we agreed. Why should it matter what I have between my legs, then, unless..." she says, and holds it closer to you so that you can speak into it, but you remain tight-lipped. "Go on now, and make sure to enunciate clearly. What bearing does what's under my skirt have on my duties outlined here in this contract?"<br />
<br />
You sigh. "None."<br />
<br />
She stops the recording. "Oh, good! You had me worried for a bit, master. I'm not that type of girl, just so you know," she says, playfully, putting the recording device down on the coffee table next to her. <br />
<br />
"I highly doubt that," you say, and she narrows her gaze for a moment before returning to her faux-chipper self.<br />
<br />
"You know, master, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover! Otherwise, that book might pick up the phone and call her lawyer..."<br />
<br />
"So that's it, then. I can't fire you, or you'll drag me through the courts?" you say, growing a little testy.<br />
<br />
"Oh, no, master! I wouldn't want to see you in trouble, even if you did want to cancel our contract. You can always terminate our agreement early, if you accept the early-termination penalty," she says, her face turning a bit pink.<br />
<br />
"And if I accept the... penalty?" you say, mentally preparing yourself to pull out your wallet.<br />
<br />
She smiles vibrantly, and puts her fingers to her face as she tilts her chin. "I'll shove my dick in your face and ass holes, master!"<br />
<br />
She keeps the smile on her face as she slowly lifts her maid skirt. You can already see it... as it slowly gets erect. It's quite a bit longer than you expected, although you didn't expect it to exist at all.<br />
<br />
So that's what she's after, you think. She either gets to keep the job, despite her deception... or she gets off, and scot free. "...you can stay," you say, feeling cheated.<br />
<br />
She drops her skirt, and the offending thing is hidden beneath. Knowing that it's there, now, makes it hard to look at her the same way; even without seeing her flush, you know that underneath her skirt she's still sporting a massive boner... one that she got for you, and fully intended to fit into your facehole and... She resumes her perky demeanor. <br />
<br />
So you don't "fire" her after all. She has you record an oral agreement that you're hiring her for the salary as advertised, effective immediately, and explains that she'll mail out the tape to a confidant in the morning. You worry that,now, she's not going to do any work at all... and you sleep with one eye open, unsure of her true motivations.<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
In the morning, you're woken by a start - a knock on your door. You had locked it as a precaution, but in the haze of sleep, you forget this. "Come in," you say, and as the words leave your mouth, you realize that you'll need to get up to let whoever it is in.<br />
<br />
The door opens, and in comes Viola, your new maid... wheeling in a breakfast cart. You could swear that you locked the door.<br />
<br />
"Morning, master! I hope I'm not waking you too early, but I wouldn't want you to miss breakfast. I woke up early to start cleaning, and I thought you might be hungry."<br />
<br />
As she wheels the cart over to your bedside, you see that she's made a rather substantial breakfast, including bacon, eggs, english muffins, croissants, tea... and a banana. You wonder if that's her idea of a joke.<br />
<br />
"So you are planning on working?" you ask, still a little sore about her revalation. <br />
<br />
"What do you mean, master? Of course! I'm your maid, after all," she says, pouring milk into your tea and stirring it. <br />
<br />
"How did you get in?" you ask, wondering why the door was no longer locked.<br />
<br />
"Oh, I saw that master had accidentally locked the door, so I picked it so that master wouldn't have to leave bed to open it," she says, matter-of-factly. "I've taken the master key so that I won't waste any cleaning time having to do that again," she says, and you just stare at her, aghast.<br />
<br />
"You... picked the... what is that?" you say, noticing that she has one of your mother's necklaces, adorned with a massive sapphire, hanging from her neck.<br />
<br />
"Isn't it lovely? I found it in an old dusty jewelry box that I was cleaning. Doesn't it match my hair?"<br />
<br />
You think of making a stink about it, but decide against it; you have no use for old jewelry anyway, and if she intends to steal it, it doesn't matter if she wears it while she serves you or not. And it does look good on her.<br />
<br />
"Please ask before you take things," you say, and she nods, subserviently.<br />
<br />
"Of course, master. From now on, I will ask before I take things," she says, and, again, her wording concerns you. Still, the breakfast before you is enticing.<br />
<br />
"This does look good," you admit, taking a slice of bacon and biting into it.<br />
<br />
"I made it with love," she says, and you fork a helping of egg into your mouth. You get the odd feeling that she's paying special attention as you eat the eggs... but they are delicious. Although the taste in places is a little...odd. She was definitely a little too heavy handed with the salt. As she stares at you chewing, a haunting thought starts to dawn on you, and your eyes fall on the banana. <br />
<br />
"How is it, master? Please, keep eating."<br />
<br />
You swallow, and she giggles. "You... were a little too heavy handed on the salt," you say, having finished the last of the eggs.<br />
<br />
"I'm sorry, master. Next time, I'll touch my eggs lightly," she says, and you nod.<br />
<br />
You finish the meal feeling quite full, and begin to sip on the tea, which she also seems to watch in rapt attention. The taste is fine, although you do feel strange having her watch you while you drink it.<br />
<br />
"Master seemed to enjoy that tea.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I'll try to use the same tea bag next time."<br />
<br />
She walks away, and, indeed, her panties are visible... as is the bulge in them that makes her a less than ideal maid. As she gets to the door, she turns her neck to look back, leaving her backside visible. <br />
<br />
"Oh, and master, before I prepare brunch... I couldn't find the salt shaker. Do you know where it is?"<br />
<br />
"In the spice rack," you say, and she smiles.<br />
<br />
"Of course. Enjoy your morning, master," she says, and then disappears from view.<br />
<br />
You go about your day mostly ignoring her - she does occasionally come into the same room that you're in to clean, at which point you get quite a show of her bust and rear and legs, but otherwise, her presence is barely notable.<br />
<br />
Brunch goes about the same. The salad's dressing is, again, too salty, and you think you hear her snicker as you bite into a bit of lettuce with too much of it and lick your teeth afterwards to get the taste out of your mouth.<br />
<br />
This time, she watches you closely as you eat the banana, which you assume is some prurient interest, so you deny her the satisfaction by eating it roughly and quickly. The banana peel itself has abitter scent to it, and is slippery to the touch.<br />
<br />
Once you're finished, she takes away your plates and places them in the sink, and then pulls a can of whipped cream out of the refrigerator. <br />
<br />
"I'm sorry if my bottom isn't to master's liking," she says, although you're painfully aware that it's not her 'bottom' but her tail that is most troublesome. "Would master like to have some dessert?" she asks, and you eye the whipped cream incredulously. She starts to bring it up to your lips, and you shake your head. "No? Can I have some, then?" she asks, and you nod. She gently places the whipped cream can in her mouth and sprays some inside,maintaining eye contact the whole time... and a bit escapes from her cheek, and plops down between her breasts. "Oops... I'm so sorry, master... I'm a messy eater. Could you... clean that up for me?" she says, leaning towards you.<br />
<br />
It's an enticing sight, to be sure, only diminished by the remembrance of certain... bananas. Still, you lean forward, and she watches with an open mouth, looking down, as you wedge your face between her breasts and lick up the cream.<br />
<br />
She pulls open her lace, and sprays a dab directly on her nipple. "Oops. I'm sorry, master... please lick it up," she says, without pretense. Dutifully, you lick around her nipple, cleaning it of cream, and she moans softly.<br />
<br />
"Thanks, master. I hope you enjoyed dessert as much as I did. Please look forward to lunch!" she says, and you feel... a little nauseous at what she made you do.<br />
<br />
You try to go back to your normal day, but her taunting about lunch leaves you... concerned. Your pondering and wandering leads you to the kitchen, formerly staffed by a dozen, where earlier you heard her using the deli slicer.<br />
<br />
You see her, from behind... you can't see under her skirt, but the movement of her hips and her position relative to the counter-top makes it obvious - she's using a sex toy. While you feel a wave of nausea at the idea that she's doing that in the kitchen, it's better that she get... those particular urges out of the way, as you have little interest in satisfying them.<br />
<br />
She grips tightly onto the counter top... and then groans loudly. You can feel your arousal... although knowing the actual mechanics of her climax tempers that a bit. Her hips twitch as she sighs and moans and you hear something squishing,as whatever toy she's using becomes in desperate need of a watching. You slip away before she notices you, aroused, and yet somewhat disturbed.<br />
<br />
Lunch is a roast beef sandwich. It looks delicious, but only from one angle... from the other, the meat looks oddly compressed, and the bread itself has bent outward slightly.<br />
<br />
The cold cuts feel warmer than you expected, and there's definitely an odd taste that you can't place. This time it doesn't taste like saltiness, although there is some of that as well.<br />
<br />
"Keep eating, master," she says, wiping your hair off of your forehead as if she were taking your temperature. You feel completely under her spell; trapped. "I worked that sandwich hard," she says, sound sultry, like she did on the phone call that started this all, "and gave it everything I had."<br />
<br />
You finish eating the sandwich, and then abruptly stand up. She watches you with a smirk on her face as you walk briskly to the toilet, and there, almost as a precaution, you vomit.<br />
<br />
"Is everything alright, master?" she says, after you've finished, standing in the doorway. <br />
<br />
"Did you... did you do something to that sandwich?" you ask her, and her smile looks the same as it always does... but somehow, terrifying.<br />
<br />
"Nothing that wasn't necessary," she says, but the reassuring tone of her voice is anything but. "Did it not taste good?"<br />
<br />
You don't respond. Instead, you retire to your room, ignoring her as you walk by her, and take an afternoon nap.<br />
<br />
When you wake, it's near supper time already, although you're not looking forward to it. You consider cooking something for yourself, but when you arrive by the kitchen, you hear her sizzling, stirring, and chopping supper.Carefully, you sneak towards the door and peak inside. She's made some delicious looking rice dish, and it looks like it is nearly done. She scraps some chopped bell peppers onto the dish, and then begins to tidy up the kitchen.When she finally does pick up the plate, it's not to bring it to the dining room... instead, it disappears under her skirt.<br />
<br />
It stays there for a few moments as you watch, mouth agape. You can hear her stroking... something. Something wet. <br />
<br />
"Master... master..." she moans, and the stroking grows more feverish. It's longer than you anticipated before you can hear her getting ready to... finish. "Here it comes... oh... master... the special ingredient... my love... sauce...!"<br />
<br />
She groans, obviously in orgasm, and the plate remains underneath her skirt. After a few seconds of bodily convulsions, she pulls her hand out from under her skirt... and there's a sticky, webby substance between her fingers, which she observes with a smirk before wiping it on a hand towel.<br />
<br />
"Master, supper is ready!" she calls out, and you slip away into the dining room.<br />
<br />
Any hope that she hasn't added her special ingredient to supper is dashed when you see the plate.<br />
<br />
"What's the matter, master? That's my love," she says, when you point out the fresh glob sitting, unmixed, atop your rice. She must have intended it as a revelation, but of course, you already knew.<br />
<br />
"Master, aren't you hungry? I made it with my love..." she says, and you feel defeated. She didn't even bother to hide her awful tampering this time. When she picks up the spoon, and spoons up a heap of rice deliberately where the largest concentration of the mystery sauce is, you feel a familiar sensation rising in your throat. "Open up, master..."<br />
<br />
You tilt your head away, but she pinches your nose, and eventually, you open up, unable to resist. Into your mouth the spoon goes, and the salty flavor from the earlier dishes is more than apparent. The texture is simultaneously runny and chewy, and the flavor is pure bitter salt. Even if it was delicious, it would be hard to enjoy it knowing she dropped a fat jizz bomb into it.<br />
<br />
You finish the rest of the plate yourself, fighting back the urge to spit it out.<br />
<br />
"Lick the plate, master," she says, and snickers when you do. Then, she brings out dessert.<br />
<br />
It's a green jello mold... immaculately shaped, except for two round depressions and a long channel pressed into the top. When you inspect the depression closer, you see a small, curly purple hair.<br />
<br />
"Th-there's a hair..." you stammer out, almost turning green in the face.<br />
<br />
"Please eat it anyway!" she asks, but you manage to resist, and you shake your head. Rather than spooning it into your mouth, she relents.<br />
<br />
"Alright, master. I'll fix it," she says, taking it back to the kitchen.<br />
<br />
You sit there, limp in the dining room chair. Something is wrong. It's not just the contract, it's not just the shame... it's her eyes... something... before you can think it through, she returns with the jello. It still has the obvious imprints, and the hair... but now, the top is now coated... with white, wet, creamy streaks of passion.<br />
<br />
"Do you want to eat it now, master?" she asks, smiling 'subserviently' still. You shake your head. "Are you sure, master? I'm only trying to give you what you need... what a spoiled little thing like you deserves..." she says,staring down at you, jello mold in hand. Somewhere deep in your mind, you hear a voice crying out - 'do what she wants'. 'Do it, or you'll be here slave'. It makes no sense. You shake your head, more of a fit of indecision than a true rejection, and her smile becomes all teeth. "Is it still not enough, master? Do you need more of my love?"<br />
<br />
She places the jello mold down on the table in front of you, but doesn't motion for the spoon. Instead, she gets between you and the jello. From that vantage, you expect to see her panties... but you can't, because she's not wearing them.She reaches between her legs, and starts to touch something with her hand... before long, you hear the wet noise from before.<br />
<br />
"I'm sorry master, give me a moment. Refactory period, and all," she says, and giggles.<br />
<br />
It doesn't take long. You hear a wet suction sound as she presses her hips forward, and you watch her smooth, bare ass as she pumps her hips back and forth, defiling the jello, sight unseen.<br />
<br />
She pushes the mold forward, bends over so that her entire rear is visible beneath her skirt, and continues to pummel the jello. You can see the dark mass moving in and out inside the mold from that vantage, and your stomach is reacting violently.<br />
<br />
"I need help, master. You need to help me," she says as she grabs the whipped cream can. You watch, transfixed, as she reaches behind herself... and sprays a dab of it between her cheeks, right on her little balloon knot. "Oops. Please clean me, master."<br />
<br />
Just like before, you find yourself between her cleavage, licking. Her hole responds to your tongue by clenching slightly, and she reaches behind herself, grabs onto your head, and brings it with her as she thrusts down into the jello.She mashes the jello and makes you 'clean her' for what feels like an eternity before her moans start to get... eager.<br />
<br />
"Oh, master... your dessert is almost ready... I'll show you how I feel about... oral service..."<br />
<br />
You feel her hole twitching... and you can feel her pouch retracting against your chin as she fills the inside of the jello with what is definitely not whipped cream that you will have to eat.<br />
<br />
She withdraws herself from the jello. You see the hole she made where she penetrated it... and you can make out the milky goo inside where she impregnated it. She picks up the spoon, and blows you a kiss.<br />
<br />
"Now... your dessert is ready... master."<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
You hug the toilet as if it was your best friend. You remember the taste of the glazing, and especially of the creamy center. You remember the feeling of the purple hairs as they clung to your tongue and slid down your throat.You remember the taste of the whipped cream when she bent over the table and "accidentally" sprayed some more on her hole, to top off the mold. You remember of the taste of what she left on the floor as a result - with no jello,or salad, or eggs to hide it. And you can't keep any of it down.<br />
<br />
By dinnertime, you're hungry again, your stomach empty. She calls you into the kitchen to ask you how you like your steak, and you see that she is sitting, bare-assed, on the counter where she's preparing food. At least that's preferable to her fucking the food, you think. You watch as she prepares your steak, and at no point does she introduce her 'special sauce' or make sweet love to it, so you allow yourself to hope that this meal might be one that you get to actually enjoy.<br />
<br />
She asks you to wait in the dining room while she brings out the food, and you fully expect that steak is going to get basted with a heaping helping of her goo. You sit at the dining room table downtrodden, awaiting the awful glazed steak that she's about to bring out, or possibly the steak that's going to be flattened by her curvy, unwashed ass. Either way, you don't look forward to it.<br />
<br />
However, when she brings out the plate and places it in front of you... it looks perfectly fine. Even on close inspection, you see no purple hairs or imprints that might suggest her special cooking practices. She places a glace of wine and an empty cylindrical glass down, and you stare at the empty glass. She slaps her forehead. <br />
<br />
"Oh, one moment master," she says, leaving with the empty glass. She doesn't walk in the direction of the kitchen, yet returns with the glass, now full of water.<br />
<br />
You doubt she filled the glass in the bathroom sink.<br />
<br />
Regardless, even if there is a glass of toilet water on the table, the rest of the meal looks fine: steak and string beans. Spartan, but seemingly delicious. You pick up the knife and fork, and attempt to cut the steak...and it's too hard to cut. She watches you try in vain to cut it, smiling all the while. It's been nearly burnt to hell. "It's too dry," you complain, and when you see her face, you know that's exactly what she wanted to hear.<br />
<br />
She stands on her toes, bringing her own meat into view, and then plops it down on your meat. Already, it's leaking precum onto the steak, unapologetically. It's the first time you're seeing her 'twig and berries' up close,and you expect it's not the last.<br />
<br />
"Is this better, master? Hm? What's the matter now? You complained the steak was too dry! Don't make me forcefeed you again! One way or another, you're eating wet meat," she says, thrusting slightly to fully coat your meat.Turning a bit green, you go to try to cut the wet meat, and she watches you impassively as you do so, still dribbling precum onto it. Once you manage to cut off the first bite, you eat it... it's still overcooked, but slightly softer, and moist in a not-at-all appetizing way.<br />
<br />
You continue to put down the steak as best you can, and she starts to rock back and forth, lightly, maintaining eye contact while she makes love to your plate. As such, she produces more precum to coat the steak with... but as she begins to build up a flush of red in her face and breasts, you realize that she might very well be applying her 'special' sauce to this dish as well.<br />
<br />
"You better hurry up, master, or you'll have to eat even more protein, and that's no good for you. Your wimpy little stomach can't handle it!"<br />
<br />
She licks her lips as she pushes her hips slowly back and forth, threatening to tip the plate over as she defiles your string beans and steak. Her hands never leave the platter that she carried the food in on, so her hands-free display seems to be taking a longer time than her previous food forays, but with the steak as tough as it is, you can't cut if fast enough.<br />
<br />
Her sighs and moans become more and more sexual and enthused, and you watch with trepidation as her fully erect cock starts to throb and pulse with a need to convey the sticky contents of her balls onto the contents of your plate.You're halfway through, and your only hope is that the lack of stimulus will make it so that she doesn't have enough to go all the way... but as her eyes lock with yours, and she blows you a kiss, you know you've lost the race.<br />
<br />
You look down at her penis, and at what could have been a perfectly lovely steak, and you wait, as seconds turn into hours. In the worst display of the day thus far, the eye of her cock opens, twitching, resting on your half-eaten steak... and then, all at once, a deluge of snot-like liquid spews out of it, pooling onto the steak. It spits several times, each time increasing the amount of steak that is coated in semen, her inedible nut gravy tainting the steak with its salty sliminess.<br />
<br />
You watch her penis gradually shrink, although the pool of jizz that it left on your steak remains the same, as it dribbles off the sides and onto the plate.<br />
<br />
"It should be wet enough now, master. Please enjoy all my gooey love. I couldn't have made it without thinking about you swallowing every last drop," she says, and that knowledge does nothing to improve your mood. "Oh, but it wouldn't be the full maid experience you deserve without this," she says, leaning over the table, her face hovering over where her cumming cock was just moments ago. With grace and refinement, she gathers up the saliva in her mouth,and spits it right onto the middle of the remaining steak. Then, she reaches her gloved hand behind her, sighs, and produces three baby carrots, which she lays next to the string beans. "Bon apetit, master," she says, her sadistic smile the only indication that she isn't actually being servile at all.<br />
<br />
As you chew on the briny, soggy steak, she takes the glass of toilet water and soaks her boyhood in it, giving it a thorough wash. With great care, she combs through her purple pubic hair for loose hairs, and then sprinkles them in the glass, which returns to the table. Then, she picks up the wine glass and downs it in one go. By the time you finish your steak, you're almost delirious with nausea. <br />
<br />
"Thirsty?" she asks, as you stare down the disgusting water glass. <br />
<br />
You shake your head. You can't. You just can't.<br />
<br />
"Or... if you want wine, I can put it back," she says, picking up the empty wine glass... she holds it up near her face, smirking, while her gloved finger runs up and down her wet noodle. Slowly, she lowers the glass towards it,but you shake your head, decisively. If you had to choose between a glass of toilet water and a glass that's been used as a toilet, you'd just the former over the latter any day. You pick up the glass of water and tilt it back,spilling a decent amount of it down your shirt as you chug the rest, hairs and all.<br />
<br />
Somehow, you keep it all down. You all but pass out on the dining table, and by the time you wake, it's full dark out again. She's attending to the counter and the refrigerator when you come to. <br />
<br />
"Ready for a midnight snack, master?" she asks, without looking at you. She retrieves the whipped cream again, and then, to your dismay, climbs up on the table. With no plates or glasses in the way, she sits down off the edge of the table, directly in front of you, where your meal would be if there was one, and spreads her legs. With all the subtlety she cares to show, she shakes the can of whipped cream, then sprays it down the entire length of her erect shaft, aimed directly at you. <br />
<br />
"I don't... I don't want..." you manage to say, although you can barely offer up an argument at this point.<br />
<br />
"Master... you're not thinking about breaking our contract, are you? You do remember what the full penalty was, don't you?"<br />
<br />
It doesn't take much at this point to convince you. Whether you obey or disobey... the result seems to be the same regardless. She rakes her gloved fingers across her breast as your lips slide down her shaft, and her other hand finds its way to your head, and the whipped cream doesn't last long.<br />
<br />
"See master? I love submission. And soon, you'll love it too... I'll take care of you, master... I'll take care of you just the way you need me to... I think this is going to work just fine... you like my service, don't you master?" she asks,her thing throbbing in your mouth. Not long after you groan a response, she groans with lust, and the taste you've come to associate with her cooking fills your mouth and then some. It sticks to your teeth and coats your tongue,and soon, you can taste nothing but it.<br />
<br />
"Glaorughbkhh..." is all you can say. She grabs a fistful of your bangs and pulls you off, and stares deeply into your eyes with that same, strangely hypnotic stare.<br />
<br />
"Oh... I was thinking about a raise," she says and the best you can do to protest is to start to spit out the bulk of her runny nutslime. "No? Well, you could wait a few minutes, and then I'll definitely have a raise..." she threatens,and, despite yourself, you swallow the rest. "Thank you so much master! I'll tell you how much it is later. Just between you and me, though, it rhymes with 'trouble'!"<br />
<br />
And with that, she dismounts from the table and mounts your chair... until it falls over backwards, and you clatter to the floor. Before you get your wind back, she's squatting over your mouth, and her testicles are resting on your uvula.<br />
<br />
"I hope you like my cooking, master. You'll be eating lots of it..." she says, and your vision starts to fade.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
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Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-25595870585058153932015-07-09T21:38:00.002-04:002015-07-09T21:38:18.566-04:00Date Night - Patreon Sketch Factory #3The sketch factory now has three completed pictures - it's getting less and less sketchy! This time around it's Date Night, which, coincidentally, is also a story, with each chapter featuring a different couple who met online. Why? Because I have <i>serious brain issues</i> that cause<i> severe mental defects</i>, that's why! Anyway, buttfucking (see the story below!)<br />
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<b><u>Date Night</u></b><br />
<br />
Cid's thoughts rattled in his head as his body rattled in the subway car. Chief among his concerns - why was Sean such a chode?<br />
<br />
His friend, Sean, had invited him to go with him and his new girl to the Met, like it wouldn't be weird or anything, and he'd gone along, mostly so he could check out the Arms and Armors gallery, but also so he could get a feeling<br />
for his best friend's new girlfriend. If she was anything like the last one, he wanted to know in advance.<br />
<br />
He arrived first, and sat down on the museum steps. He'd arrived just on time, which, knowing Sean, meant he had at least a half hour wait, so he took out his phone, debated for a second between Goldfish Frenzy and Tinder, looked<br />
up to see a gorgeous woman walk by like she'd just walked out of a painting, and then thumbed Tinder, exhaling nasally with frustration.<br />
<br />
Swipe, swipe, swipe, did that guy just say he was an "Art Reconciliation" major, swipe, swipe, which one of you am I even looking at, swipe, that pigeon is getting way too close, swipe, not with Sean's dick, swipe, swipe...<br />
<br />
He paused on one, not because he wasn't sure, but because he wanted to take a longer look at what he was sure was actually a prostitute, or a hefty photochop, or a wish from a genie gone horribly right. She was modestly dressed, jeans and a t-shirt, at Coney Island,<br />
but she looked gorgeous. The image was kind of far away, though, and she was wearing sunglasses. He swiped to look at her second picture, and nearly dropped his phone.<br />
<br />
She was at a fancier occasion, clearly, all dressed up to the nines with a friend cropped out of frame. She was wearing a tight cocktail dress, with a full view of her, top to bottom. Long, wavy, chestnut brown hair,<br />
bee-stung lips and eyes that could make a man do whatever, a pretty face that just couldn't be for real, slender neck... his eyes wanted to skip to the good part, but he restrained himself. A woman that could make herself look like that,<br />
even in a photo, deserved a man who cared about all the details. With the majesty of art behind him and the wonder of modern technology in his hand, he zoomed in. Enhanced.<br />
<br />
She had slim shoulders, adorned with the straps of a slim gown, low cut, so that her dainty clavicle gave way to a more than generous helping of breasts, and he had to adjust the way he was sitting on the step to hide exactly how he felt about that.<br />
<br />
He had to admit, when a painting that really spoke to him caught his eye, he would linger. He didn't really feel the need to, as some people did, stand and gawp at every single painting with intensity. He found the ones that he liked, and he took them in.<br />
Which, in this case, was a way of saying that, wolfish behavior or not, he couldn't take his eyes off them tittays. He bit his knuckle. There was no way this was going to be a match; even if she was a prostitute, she could have any clientele she wanted<br />
for any price. And that was just up top, what a man so lucky to be in her presence would see while he was conversing with her, or dancing with her, or face to face. In reality, for Cid, a pretty face was crucial, and a nice pair was always welcome... but<br />
as his eyes traced further downwards, free of the cleavage trap she'd so deviously devised (although if she was wearing a sweater, he might have lingered just as long) he came first to her waist - like an excuse offered to a spouse about why you always come home so late: fucking thin -<br />
which normally he wouldn't care too much about. He'd been with athletic girls with fortunate genes and itty-bitty waists, and he'd been with girls with bellies - he didn't really give a fuck. But past them hips... he had to adjust how he was sitting again, and the knuckle-biting<br />
threatened to break the skin. Her hips flared out... and out... and out... and oh my god. He couldn't even imagine what that looked like from behind. His eyes were watering. She had thick thighs, long legs... seeing all that on what looked like a white girl was just too much. She HAD to have some<br />
black in her; either way, he knew a good way to help her with that. He would fill her out everywhere he could, and then some. But, of course, this was Tinder - he was getting ahead of himself. Eager to see more, he scrolled through the rest of her pictures,<br />
two more that were as normal as the first, although now that he knew her shape he could spot it hidden under anything, and no backshots, of course, but one where she was doubled over with laughter, shot a bit from the side, was enough to confirm his suspicion that there<br />
was just no goddamned way. No way.<br />
<br />
He started wondering, idly, what a deal breaker would be for him. If she smelled, he'd wash her. If she was dumb, he'd buy her a Kindle, get her to enroll in a community college. If she was broke, he had good credit. If she was a bitch... well, nobody was talking about marriage<br />
just yet. He had to admit he was hoping she wasn't, not even for his dick's sake, but because if he could look forward to waking up to that every night, he'd let a butcher choose which arm he got to saw off. <br />
<br />
He couldn't quite place her ethnicity... which she helpfully provided. Her profile said she was half-Puerto Rican, half-Italian. It was a mix he'd come across before, and he'd like the results then, and her profile pics definitely made sense in hindsight once he read that.<br />
Even if she didn't have some black in her, that wasn't the worst thing. He had plenty he wanted to put in her. In like, a gentlemanly way. Looking back at the slinky little dress picture, though, he confessed, inwardly, that if he got to put his arm around that waist,<br />
or get those eyes to look up at him once, he would not be worthy. Better men than he had died trying to reach the sun. For all his talent and all his success with women, if Picasso saw that he'd be like, "damn". <br />
<br />
As he swiped right, he heard it; the call of the Sean. He looked up, and Sean had his fingers in his mouth, having just let out a wolf whistle that could shatter the museum's windows. He was holding hands with a curly-haired brunette,<br />
pleasantly plump, and probably eight tons of crazy stacked five feet high, like the last one. But he wasn't about to shit on a girl he just met just because his friend had a tendency to pick psychos seemingly for the fun of it, and he took her<br />
hand when she offered it. She had a strong strawberry scent to her. He wondered how much shampoo went into all that frizz.<br />
<br />
"Jen, Cid, Cid, Jen. Playing Goldfish Frenzy while you wait?" Sean asked, nodding at Cid's phone.<br />
<br />
Cid rolled his eyes and gave his tongue a click. "While I waited for your late ass? New high score," he said, although for obvious reasons he didn't show them his phone.<br />
<br />
Sean took in stride. "Jen was doing her hair. Ain't that right baby?"<br />
<br />
She glared at him, a smirk on her face. "Yeah, and [i]somebody[/i] kept interrupting me in the shower."<br />
<br />
Cid pictured her, hair full of shampoo, unable to rinse because [i]somebody[/i] had her bent over, and suddenly, the strong strawberry smell made sense. His phone buzzed, but with that image in his mind, he didn't think to check it.<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
After the museum, Cid sat on a park bench, and lazily took out his phone, getting ready to play some Goldfish Frenzy, when he remembered what he'd been doing when Sean had interrupted him. He opened up Tinder again...<br />
<br />
He had a match.<br />
<br />
It was her.<br />
<br />
He covered his mouth. Oh shit. Oh shit. She'd messaged him. She'd messaged him and he hadn't responded.<br />
<br />
"hi. i like your bike"<br />
<br />
His heart skipped a beat as he read it. His fixie was hide pride and joy, and anyone that could appreciate its beautiful simplicity was okay in his book. <br />
<br />
"thanks. riding it is a dream. wanna try it?"<br />
<br />
"maybe. will u sell it to me?"<br />
<br />
"oh, i see how it's gonna be. sure, but you have to pick it up in person"<br />
<br />
"and what would you do when i turn up?"<br />
<br />
"if i can get you to turn up, i'll figure it out"<br />
<br />
"nice. so, what turns u up?"<br />
<br />
"bad bitches like you"<br />
<br />
"fuck u, i'm a good girl. i can prove it"<br />
<br />
"oh yeah, how"<br />
<br />
"just look at my face. dont i look cute and innocent?"<br />
<br />
"on your tinder profile? yah real innocent. for real though?"<br />
<br />
"oh, im all real"<br />
<br />
"girl u look like a fantasy"<br />
<br />
"that line's cheesy. u cheesy?"<br />
<br />
"smooth like butta"<br />
<br />
"u r soo cheesy. i kinda like it"<br />
<br />
"how about this. we meet up, i prove im not cheesy, u prove u innocent, we have a good time. down?"<br />
<br />
"u gonna act like a gentleman? no callin me a hot ass bitch?"<br />
<br />
"not out loud, no"<br />
<br />
"alright Mr. Butta, ur on. where you at?"<br />
<br />
"central park. east side, 83rd"<br />
<br />
"yeah? u must make bank"<br />
<br />
"dont live here, just chillin"<br />
<br />
"fine with me, whats your #?"<br />
<br />
"917-101-4906"<br />
<br />
A half-minute later, he received a text: "omw, be an hour. dress classy". He added her number, then got up off the bench and punched at the air. Even if she wasn't up for anything, he was already having a good day.<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
About an hour later, she arrived at 83rd and park, and looked around for her date. When she didn't spot anyone that looked like him, she was about to send him a text, when she saw him. She waved, and he... tipped off his top hat. <br />
<br />
"Stupid," she said, like it was his name, as she got within speaking distance. "That's classy?" She had her hair up, and was wearing a choker... and he had to resist looking down at what she was wearing below that.<br />
<br />
"What, this? I'm classy no matter what I'm wearing," he said, taking it off. She took it from him.<br />
<br />
"Did you keep the receipt?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I did, actually," he said, and they both chuckled. "I'm Cid," he said, extending his hand.<br />
<br />
"Maria," she said, taking it.<br />
<br />
"That's a pretty name," he said, and his willpower gave out, as he looked down at what she was wearing. If he thought the cocktail dress was revealing... goddamn. This one had a little clasp holding in her big, fat titties,<br />
an open belly, and slits on the sides where her hips were visible. Unless she had some crazy thin bra, she wasn't wearing one. He wondered how many car accidents they would cause just walking up park ave. <br />
<br />
She caught him looking. "You so thirsty..." she teased, and he shrugged.<br />
<br />
"Says the girl wearing all that," he said, gesturing up and down at her getup. <br />
<br />
"Just because I'm dressed like this doesn't mean you don't have to treat me right... just keep it in your head. Respect."<br />
<br />
He straightened up. "Yes ma'am."<br />
<br />
"And don't call me ma'am," she said, smirking. "Are we gonna walk through the park?"<br />
<br />
"That was the plan," he confessed, and she took his arm. <br />
<br />
"Lead away."<br />
<br />
They ended up walking and talking through the park before, eventually, settling down on a bench near a lake, underneath the trees. <br />
<br />
"So you grew up in Queens? I've got family there," he said, as he smoothly put his arm... on the bench behind her.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, born and raised. I live a ten minute walk away from my abuela. No joke."<br />
<br />
"I live with my grandma, so I can relate," he said, and then snickered when he saw her face. "Nah, I'm kidding. I remember visiting my folks back when I was kid, though. It seemed like in the summer, every fire hydrant was<br />
always open. I used to love that."<br />
<br />
"I didn't; my older sister would always try to spray me and make me fall over. Then my abuela would scream at her in Spanish until she was crying too."<br />
<br />
"I can picture that; hell, I might have seen it. Two little girls playing in the fire hydrant, getting yelled at..."<br />
<br />
He shook his head, remembering fond memories... until he felt like there was a bit of an awkward silence. She hadn't said anything, and when he looked at her, she looked like she was trying to puzzle something out, or like she<br />
was being hesitant to ask something. He figured, whatever it was, better to get it out.<br />
<br />
"What's on your mind? You look like you want to say something."<br />
<br />
"It's... probably nothing. But... you know I'm trans, right? It's on my profile."<br />
<br />
He didn't quite understand what she'd said at first. Playing it over in his mind, he knew that now he was the one looking like he was trying to puzzle something out.<br />
<br />
It had been. He'd read it - mtf. His brain had sort-of auto-corrected it to some nonsense tinder term, like 'meet to fuck' or 'must taste fruity' or 'might try felching' or whatever, and he didn't think to investigate further.<br />
Now that he'd been confronted with it, he of course knew what it meant.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, no, yeah, I know," he said, playing it off.<br />
<br />
She looked him up and down. "Bullshit. You just found out. You care?"<br />
<br />
"Uh, not really, no," he said, still nonchalant. After a moment of her waiting for him to say something else, he decided to just ask. "Does that mean..."<br />
<br />
"It means what it means. We good?" she said, a little testy. <br />
<br />
He nodded, playing it cool. "I'm down. I'm definitely down."<br />
<br />
She smirked. "Yeah? Down? Down for what, exactly?" she said, teasing him. She looked up through the trees. "Sun is starting to set."<br />
<br />
"Where do you want to go after this?" he asked, fishing for a response.<br />
<br />
"Well, if I'm dressed like this, I hope you're taking me out to eat," she said, flirtatiously. <br />
<br />
"What are you feeling?"<br />
<br />
"Mmm... a lot of things," she said, and he wasn't sure if he could see confirmation of his previous suspicion after she'd said that. "I'm down with whatever. Want to avoid Manhattan prices?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, that sounds good."<br />
<br />
"I know a nice place, then."<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
It was slightly surreal taking a train all the way out to the ass-end of Queens with a girl he'd just met, but Cid was willing to roll with it if for no other reason than she was the hottest girl he'd ever been on a date with and<br />
duh squared. "Idiot" doesn't even begin to describe a person that would complain about a long commute home in that situation. He did have concerns about her - not so much her personality, but... he wasn't really concerned with<br />
what was between her legs, but what was between her ears. Sean had a habit of scoping out a room full of women and picking out the secretly fucking craziest bitch in it, and Cid had given him no end of shit about it. Now... he was<br />
going out with a twenty-something latina who was, without a doubt, a 10/10... and who happened to be a tranny. What were the chances that she was both single and sane? Something had to give.<br />
<br />
Maria seemed to sense something was up as they waited for the train to reach Ass End Of Queens station. "Ask," she said, and he genuinely didn't have a question for her. "On a scale of 1 to crazy..." was not a first-date question.<br />
If this even was a first date, and not a hookup/future booty call arrangement.<br />
<br />
"Uh... I guess what I'm wondering is... how are you single?"<br />
<br />
She smiled. "Bad luck with boyfriends. You?"<br />
<br />
"Same," he replied, automatically, and she raised an eyebrow. "Girlfriends, I mean."<br />
<br />
"Good. I guess that means we're both perfect, then," she said, and stood up, as they were nearing their station. He thought about it for a second, and realized she'd just insulted both of them... but, yeah, it was a pretty weak<br />
excuse, wasn't it?<br />
<br />
They walked separately at first, until she put her arm around his waist, and he reciprocated. When they got to where they were going, he recognized it as a hookah bar.<br />
<br />
"That way we can sit, talk, relax, get some food... what do you think?"<br />
<br />
He thought she was doing nothing to dispel the crazy vibes, but sitting an intimate booth together eating, smoking and drinking did sound like a good time. "After you," he said, and he meant it; watching her go in first was worth<br />
whatever followed.<br />
<br />
"They serve alcohol, too," she said, as she closed the curtain on their small booth. "I'm not really big into hookah, so we can split one."<br />
<br />
They ordered one hookah and four tequila shots and chips for the table. He hadn't had much to eat, but he could hold his liquor in a pinch.<br />
<br />
Their food and drinks came right after the hookah, and they both downed a shot, linking arms. After that, they settled into casually flirting, eating the occasional chip, and smoking the hookah... and then they took their second<br />
shot, and things started to heat up.<br />
<br />
"You don't mind if I sit a little closer, do you?" she asked, pressing her hips against his side, all but sitting in his lap. He put his arm around her waist, then his hand down her thigh.<br />
<br />
She reacted by not reacting, and he wondered why that was so effective. She reached forward to grab a chip from the table, and he gave her big rear a quick spot check to make sure it was still there, and then she leaned back against his<br />
chest and fed it to him, which was also... effective.<br />
<br />
If he looked for it, he could see the slight bulge in her dress. It seemed like rather than tucking it, she'd was just keeping it in some moderately elastic fabric, so it couldn't stick out. That... settled that mystery.<br />
<br />
"And what are you looking at?" she asked him, following his gaze down between her thighs, then back up to his face.<br />
<br />
"Uhm... nothing."<br />
<br />
"Quite a bit more than nothing, actually. Is that what you expected?"<br />
<br />
"I guess so."<br />
<br />
"You know, I'm not the only one," she said, tracing her finger down the inner thigh of his right pant leg... which happened to be exactly where his penis was. What a coincidence. She cooed in his ear. "Go on, I don't bite."<br />
<br />
Somewhat reluctantly, he ran a finger over the bulge, which jumped slightly, and she purred, nipping his ear. As the night went on, she got... friskier. She climbed up into his lap put her arm around his neck, and asked him to do it again.<br />
When he did, she leaned back and gave him a kiss, the first one of the night... and just as he slipped his hand through the hole in her dress and got a handful of her breast, she hopped off, just as the hookah guy came in with fresh coals.<br />
<br />
When he left, she put her hand on the small of his back, and traced downward.<br />
<br />
"Sooo... ever been on the other end?"<br />
<br />
He could feel the room getting warmer. "Can't... say that I have."<br />
<br />
"Wanna be?" she said, raising her eyebrows and then clicking her tongue.<br />
<br />
He cleared his throat, and she traced her finger on his chest.<br />
<br />
"That's a yes. We'll see, though. The night's still young. I might drink too much," she said, and so, when the hookah guy came around again, he ordered another round of shots.<br />
<br />
She didn't climb back into his lap again, but she did playfully circle her finger on his chest. They talked about their favorite movies for a bit, after he, starting to feel the alcohol, blurted out if she'd seen the one about the<br />
guy who aged backwards, and she laughed. Eventually, she asked him if he'd seen Castaway, and that triggered him to say something else, drunkenly.<br />
<br />
"Is that like... a little banana hammock?" he asked her, tapping it like you'd tap someone on the nose.<br />
<br />
"Banana hammock? That implies my banana is sleeping... but right now, it's weighing it down pretty good," she said, wryly. <br />
<br />
"You keep it like that till it's ready to play?" he asked, vaguely aware that he was going down a very particular road.<br />
<br />
"You keep talking like that and it's going to rip," she said, demurely. "Besides, like I said... I'm not the only one..." she said, and he felt her tug down his zipper, all at once. Slowly, she slipped her finger inside... and<br />
then stroked it, just along the underside. He moaned, and covered his mouth. She leaned into his chest. "Now... your turn."<br />
<br />
He'd heard of 'heavy petting' before, but he'd never thought of it including actual... petting. Her dress didn't have a zipper, obviously, but it did have a very low-cut hole at waist level, so that made the angle of attack simple,<br />
as she slipped his hand through it, until it brushed up against her at the base, and she shuddered. He felt her wrap her fingers around him, and so he did the same, and she pulled her hips away from him... not enough to make him let<br />
go, just to wrap his hand in her thighs. Unfortunately, he was no like a dog that caught a car; he didn't know what to do now that he'd caught it.<br />
<br />
"We keep going on like this we're going to leave a mess for that poor hookah boy. So... you DTF? Cuz I am," she said, making the course of action a bit more obvious.<br />
<br />
"So... you're decided then?"<br />
<br />
"The only thing I'm still deciding is face to face or face-down ass-up. Wanna bone, or rain check?"<br />
<br />
He nodded, and her hand slipped from his pants, and his from her dress. When the hookah boy came again, they asked for the check.<br />
<br />
As they left the hookah place, they passed a bodega, and she stopped him. "Have any condoms?" she asked, and he nodded, and they continued on their way.<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
Their date took them next to a two story motel in Bumfuck Queens, which was... oddly appropriate. <br />
<br />
Their hands were on each other's body before they got the door open, and then after they got it open, and then after it had closed behind him, her lips on his, a single strap of her dress hanging loose, her bag falling to the floor.<br />
<br />
"I'll strip out of this dress if you strip out those clothes," she said, and he started to unbutton his shirt. She skipped over to the bed and sat on it to watch him, biting her finger and kicking her feet as she did. <br />
<br />
"Well? Am I stripping alone here?" he asked, trying to play it cool, but feeling a little anxious, like he was about to get punked any moment. He pulled off his shirt, and she stood up. <br />
<br />
"Work on those pants while I show you my magic trick," she said, and he figured sliding the top of that dress over her hips without ripping probably involved magic anyway. She took a good look at his boxer briefs as he started to pull<br />
down his pants, then turned around and bent over, and said boxer briefs grew a little tighter. Then, in one swift motion, the dress was off, inside out, and she was standing there, facing away from him, looking over her shoulder,<br />
basically nude.<br />
<br />
She had a little red thong acting as butt floss and nothing else underneath the dress; no similarly cloth-light bra existed, as he had discovered. As she turned around to face him, the "banana hammock," as he'd called it, came into view,<br />
a sheer, elastic red material the same color as her dress keeping her bits in check; badly, at this point, as she had a nearly full erection.<br />
<br />
She beckoned him to get on the bed, which he did, and she climbed onto the bed and straddled him, nuzzling him in her breasts before leaning down for a kiss. He grabbed her waist at first, then reached around her body and grabbed two big handfuls of ass, and she moaned into his mouth,<br />
perched atop the bulge in his underwear.<br />
<br />
She got off of him, and pulled himself fully onto the bed... only for her to push him flat, his head resting on the standard issue motel pillows. She crawled up to him, wagging her hips side to side as she did. She got to his knees, then<br />
reached around and pulled down his boxer briefs, just around his thighs, then grabbed hold of him, stroked the underside with her finger, then with her tongue, leaving him more than ready for a blowjob to end the night.<br />
She took him into her mouth, then looked up at him with those eyes, and he nearly blew it into her mouth right there. He could see that she'd reached down to fondle herself, but he didn't give one iota of a shit. She had dick sucking lips<br />
that looked like they could suck the ornery off of a goose, and eyes that made him forget his name (Kid? Sid? P. Diddy?), and that was all that mattered. When she pulled those lips off of him, he was on the edge.<br />
<br />
She crawled up to him and kissed him on the lips, then shifted her weight so that she was next to him, and they kissed, and pushed their hands over the other's body, fingernails scratching lightly, and he kissed her neck, and they rolled over,<br />
their legs becoming intertwined... she put her hand on his chest, and then, gracefully untangled herself.<br />
<br />
"Let me use the restroom..." she said, slipping away from him, then she dismounted from the bed, and then walked away in nothing but her undies.<br />
<br />
Again, his diminished sobriety led to a blurted out question. "So, do you pee standing up or sitting down?" he asked after her as she went into the bathroom.<br />
<br />
"Now, I pee with the door open, [i]stupid[/i]," she said. She was out of sight, but he heard her put the toilet seat down. When she finished, he heard the sink, and he pulled off his underwear, and laid casually on his side,<br />
waiting for her to reappear. <br />
<br />
But she never did.<br />
<br />
NAH FUCKING WITH YA.<br />
<br />
She reappeared, holding her breasts up with her arm and leaning against the wall, her hip gloriously offset. "Happy?" she asked him, with a grin.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, thanks, satisfied my curiosity. Innocent girl my ass."<br />
<br />
"That's right," she said, walking toe-to-heel to the bedside. "Innocent girl all up in that ass. You still want to fool around?"<br />
<br />
He nodded.<br />
<br />
"Normally I put on something with a heavy beat... I get pretty loud. Hope our neighbors don't complain."<br />
<br />
He wondered if their motel neighbors preferred the pounding beat or her passionate screams. Probably neither.<br />
<br />
"You said you had gloves?"<br />
<br />
He reached down to the floor to retrieve his pants, pulled out his wallet, and slid out the condom, at which point she plucked it from between his fingers, and his jaw hung open before she closed it with a finger.<br />
<br />
"What? It's for me, right? Unless..." she said, holding it up to his lips, "you want to put it on me."<br />
<br />
That was... maybe a bridge too far. He whistled, and she giggled. <br />
<br />
"Just to make sure... you know why it's going on me, right? I haven't been too subtle."<br />
<br />
"You want to fuck me, right?"<br />
<br />
"Sounds like we're on the same page, then. Guess I'm a lucky girl tonight. You're not some super sub, are you?"<br />
<br />
"I'm not really into whips and chains, nah."<br />
<br />
"Good. Let's just be ourselves. The only role I want to play tonight is your dream girl, kay?"<br />
<br />
She ripped open the package and stretched it out a bit. She reached down to her hips, hooked her thumbs in her thong, and pulled it down, revealing her naked sex, which sprang up to say hello. She brought the condom to the tip,<br />
and then stopped just short of putting it on. <br />
<br />
"Hrm..." she said, holding the unrolled condom off to the side. "What do you think? Unwrapped, or no glove no love?"<br />
<br />
Again, that was asking a bit too much. "I'm good, thanks," he said, and she snickered.<br />
<br />
"Got it. No creampies for Cid tonight. You wouldn't be the first guy who let me slip it in au natural, or the first guy who caught my cum. But, fine. Just as long as you don't expect me to pull out, too," she said, and he just stared<br />
at her, not sure how to respond. "Seriously?"<br />
<br />
"Let me see how I feel about it first," he said, and she clicked her tongue-ring. He watched with a slight amount of trepidation as she unrolled the condom over her pecker - it wasn't particularly large, but it wasn't as small as he'd<br />
been expecting, either. Probably around the same size as his and... feisty looking, and he'd made girls cry (unintentionally, of course). She finished unrolling it and gave her hips a wiggle, making her thing sway back and forth.<br />
<br />
"Alright, now... lots of lube. Take your pick. I have a lot of different packets," she said, walking to the door to get her bag. She pulled out a packet with pink hearts all over it. "This one's warm. You might like it," she said,<br />
sitting down next to him on the bed, and squeezing out a dollop onto her finger, then rubbing it on his hand. "See?"<br />
<br />
"That is kind of nice."<br />
<br />
"Alright, here, you do me, and I'll do you," she said, winking, and handing him the packet. He stared at it for a moment, then squeezed out a dollop, and rubbed it on the top of the condom currently adorning her schlong. "More than that, stupid,"<br />
she chided, so he squeezed out more, and then grabbed a handful and thoroughly coated her dipstick with it. "Okay, your turn," she said, taking the packet from him, and pushing him down on the bed again before standing up. "Leg's up."<br />
<br />
Somewhat self-consciously, he lifted his legs, and she squeezed a dollop onto her finger again, and that finger went right where he expected. She rubbed his hole in a circle with it, then squeezed more on, and did it again... then slipped her fingertip<br />
inside. He was suddenly very glad that her nails were short. After a bit, she pulled her fingertip out, put more lube on... then dropped the lube packet on the bed, grabbed his rigid cock, and slipped her finger inside again... pushing it deeper and deeper,<br />
slowly, while stroking him, slowly, until it was all the way up to her knuckle. He moaned at the sensation of her stroking his cock, but his ass just felt... weird. The early touching had felt nice, but the sensation of the lube and her finger was hard to place.<br />
It didn't take long for her to do something that made him change his mind about that, as he felt her touch something that made him tense up, and not in a bad way.<br />
<br />
"Hi there, Mr. Prostate. My name's Maria. You and I are gonna be mejores amigos real soon."<br />
<br />
She stroked his prostate gently, and his cock as well.<br />
<br />
Just when he was on the verge of cumming, she stopped stroking, then pulled her finger out. <br />
<br />
"You ready for me?"<br />
<br />
"Think so."<br />
<br />
She climbed up onto the bed, pushing his legs up over his head, straddling his form, her plastic-wrapped cock resting over his hole and his own. She gazed at him with an intensity, and he steeled himself.<br />
<br />
"First time getting fucked for real?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah."<br />
<br />
"Alright, leave it to me. I'm gonna rock your world, papi. Leg's up and spread - wide." He obeyed, and she leaned over him. "Do me a favor? Close your eyes."<br />
<br />
He obeyed, expecting her to insert herself when he did. Instead, he felt the softness of her lips on his, and opened his eyes. A single strand of saliva ran from her mouth to his, and her face was happy... and more than a little<br />
lustful.<br />
<br />
"Ready for me for real now?" she asked, softly.<br />
<br />
"Go for it."<br />
<br />
"One Maria special, coming up," she said... and... up it went, condom and all. It slipped in past his ring with a certain urgency he hadn't been expecting, and let out a surprised, but subdued, "oh shit."<br />
<br />
Aside from that initial sudden intrusion, it wasn't really painful. The foreign entry was definitely... uncomfortable, was the word. A pressure that was insistent that he couldn't really do anything about, and his body didn't know how to handle.<br />
She'd barely gotten more than the head in when he felt it twitch which felt... good, on the one hand, and bad on the other, as it stretched his already beleaguered ring more, and suddenly, which caused him to cramp. The psychological effect was<br />
similarly twofold, on the one hand, knowing that she was throbbing with lust inside of him was... hot. Very hot. However, knowing that what she had inside of him was a very real, very hard penis made him feel... strange, at least.<br />
<br />
He'd never seen a girl as... visibly turned on, for obvious reasons. <br />
<br />
She held his legs up as she pressed her hips forward and dropped her weight onto him, sinking inch by inch more inside... she licked her lips as she penetrated him, and even reached down to give him a little... encouragement. Before she'd<br />
gotten all the way inside, she started to rock her hips gently back and forth... and, that was it, they were fucking. The uncomfortable pressure of her stabbing her cock into his guts was tempered by the feeling on his prostate, and the sensation<br />
quickly began to feel... pretty nice. Hearing her moan while laying her pipe into him was definitely a plus. Before he even realized it, she'd bottomed out, and he felt her nuts tap against his ass. And boy, did she have some nuts on her. He<br />
could tell she was full of spunk and was definitely not regretting making her wear a condom. He didn't know what it felt like to have someone release a hot, thick nut in your stomach, but he had enough new experiences for one night.<br />
<br />
Of course, her sack resting on him meant that he spud was all the way the fuck up in there, and she didn't seem in a hurry to change that. Every time she twitched or throbbed his bowels cramped hard, but he was able to cope with it. If anything,<br />
she was the one who looked like she was in agony, and he knew it was because she was holding back that urge he knew all too well to dump the contents of those little juevos of hers inside of him.<br />
<br />
Finally, it seemed like she'd fought off ejaculation long enough to pick up the pace, and started to deep dick him in shallow thrusts, while planting little kisses on his lips that he could barely register. Then, she started to fuck him to the<br />
heavy beat in her head, and he wasn't sure if she was laying pipe or railroad tracks as she hammered it into him with reckless abandon. He was about to tell her that his rectum had feelings too, when she stopped, and slipped it out, slowly, to the tip.<br />
<br />
"Am I a bad bitch?" she asked, holding her cock with just the tip inside.<br />
<br />
"If I say you are, will you fuck like a bad bitch?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah."<br />
<br />
He took a look at her long one poised at the ready, and grinned. "The baddest bitch."<br />
<br />
All at once, his world went white. Cream-colored, actually, as she shoved his face into her tits, and her cock balls-deep into his ass. He barely had time to scream 'fuck' into her pillows before she started to dish it, hard,<br />
and he somewhat reluctantly caught her fuck at a pitch and intensity slightly above what he could actually take. It was a good fuck, though, as she threw it into him as hard, as deep, and as fast as he would throw it into her.<br />
He was pretty sure if she hadn't been wearing a condom, she would have already nutted, and he would have felt it. She pulled her tits off of his face and stared down at him.<br />
<br />
"Next time you'll go down on me, right?"<br />
<br />
'Next time' she said. He nodded. <br />
<br />
"Oooh... mmgh... spread your legs if you want more..."<br />
<br />
He did, and she gave it to him harder and harder, reaching a fever pitch.<br />
<br />
"Don't cum yet," she said, which was an odd request, until he realized he was about to cum, just from the stimulation inside and from her rubbing against his cock.<br />
<br />
"Can't..."<br />
<br />
She suddenly stopped, and adjusted so that his hips were higher and she was drilling directly down. <br />
<br />
"I like to have it both ways. Money shot and a facial. There we go. Now you don't have to hold back."<br />
<br />
She grabbed his cock and started to give it to him deep and hard again. <br />
<br />
"I'm crushing your asshole... how's your prostate feel, baby?"<br />
<br />
"Unngh..."<br />
<br />
"Nnhh... Cid... Cid... take it... nnnhh..."<br />
<br />
She moaned his name while pounding him. It was an odd thing, to have her acting so feminine and, in a way, submissive, while she dicked him hard and deep.<br />
<br />
"Catch that fuck, baby... you want me inside? Show me!" she said, and he wrapped his legs around her. Almost immediately after, he felt it coming... and then, his face was sticky. <br />
<br />
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum baby... kiss me!"<br />
<br />
She crunched him into a ball to reach his lips, and kissed them. He felt the pressure in his insides grow slightly, and she moaned into his mouth.<br />
<br />
Just like that, it was over. She pulled out, and he felt like he was in a daze.<br />
<br />
"Keep 'em spread, baby. Where's your phone?"<br />
<br />
"Pants," was all he could make out. She reached off the bed, rifled through his pants pockets, and pulled out his phone, then she positioned herself next to him, legs still spread, her still wearing a full condom... and took a selfie.<br />
<br />
"For your viewing pleasure," she said, and he smiled. She slipped the condom off, then tied it off, and held it up to show him. It was absolutely full of spooge. "I think that means we're a match. How's your stomach? I wasn't too rough, was I?"<br />
<br />
"A little. I'm good though."<br />
<br />
She tossed the condom in the trash, then went into her bag again... and pulled out another condom.<br />
<br />
"What's that one for?" he asked, a little concerned.<br />
<br />
"For you. Don't you want to fuck me?"<br />
<br />
He was still very much out of commission... but he was willing that to come to an end as quickly as possible.<br />
<br />
"Hmmm... think you can lift me?"<br />
<br />
"No doubt."<br />
<br />
"When you're ready... I'll spread [i]my[/i] legs," she said, and then seemed to have an idea. "Want to shower while your guy recovers?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah... that sounds good."<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
After the shower, which was... hot and sudsy, she speed-dried her hair with a towel, and then took a look at him, standing there, still dripping. "Good to go?"<br />
<br />
"Almost... nerves are a little shot I think."<br />
<br />
"I can put on a show if that would help," she said, and he nodded in agreement. <br />
<br />
She picked her bag up off the nightstand, plucked out another lube packet, ripped it open, reached down between her thighs, and gave herself a good lubing. Then she laid back into the bed, lifted her legs, and started to finger<br />
herself, with him watching... and steadily getting ready to do the deed.<br />
<br />
"I wanted to fuck and get fucked tonight, so..."<br />
<br />
With him steadily rising, he fetched the unopened condom from the bed, and tore the wrapper off. <br />
<br />
"Alright, stand up," he said, and she did, standing in front of him, her chest out. He turned her around. "Bend over and touch your toes."<br />
<br />
"Hmmmm? Want to take me from behind?" she asked, obeying.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, pull over, dat ass too fat."<br />
<br />
She rolled her eyes. "Pfft. Men."<br />
<br />
He aimed himself, eager to get inside of her.<br />
<br />
"Don't hold back - I can get as good as I give."<br />
<br />
She was right about that. He pushed it in, steadily, and she moaned, but she didn't seem to have a hard time of it. He felt her clench tight around him... but he realized quickly that she was doing it intentionally. As he started to give it to her, he grabbed onto her<br />
shoulders and pulled her up, and she pushed back at him as he pushed it in her. <br />
<br />
"Fuck me harder, baby..." she moaned... quite loudly. She tightened her ass with intention... he could tell when it was involuntary and when she was responding to his fuck. "Make me cum, baby..."<br />
<br />
At her insistence, he reached down and grabbed her, and she took quite kindly to that. She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him into a kiss as she took it from behind and he gave her a reacharound. <br />
<br />
Soon, her precum was coating his hand. He'd never jacked anyone off but himself before, but he seemed to be doing it right.<br />
<br />
"Baby... Cid... I'm gonna... nnnmmm..."<br />
<br />
He could feel it twitching, and warm, runny liquid was starting to drip down his hand, and he knew that she'd just ejaculated all over the nightstand.<br />
<br />
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, unsure. <br />
<br />
"I want you to fuck my ass, stupid," she said, pushing back at him.<br />
<br />
Her occasional deathgrip when he was balls deep was now obviously intentional, and he loved her for it. He'd never been with a girl with that much control over her tightness before, vaginally or anally. <br />
<br />
"Hey," she said, kind of quietly, "want to take the raincoat off?"<br />
<br />
He pictured her fat ass, with him stuck in, filling her gut with his nut... and nearly lost it right then. "Y-yeah," he managed to stammer out.<br />
<br />
"Then cum," she said, teasingly. "Next time, maybe."<br />
<br />
He grunted, successfully teased. "Hey, give me your phone."<br />
<br />
She obliged him, rifling through her back again on the nightstand and handing it back to him. He snapped a picture of him fucking her from behind... for a minute he considered cumming while still inside her, but then... instead,<br />
he pushed her on the bed and climbed on top of her. He pulled the condom off, and she watched him with a wry smile. When he started to stroke it, pressing it against her beauty mark, she licked her lips and blew him a kiss, wordlessly signalling that she was into it.<br />
<br />
It gushed into her hair and over her eyelashes and cheek, a pretty successful facial, better than the slapdash one he'd given himself.<br />
<br />
"Did my make-up need a touch up?" she asked, outlining the cum on her cheek with her finger. He went to take another picture with her phone, but she stopped him. "I don't need a picture of myself post-facial on my phone. Get in it."<br />
<br />
He obliged. He laid his cock next to her face and snapped the pic.<br />
<br />
"No one else sees these. Got it?"<br />
<br />
"I'll try."<br />
<br />
"You better try real hard. Or one night, when you least expect it..." she said, sucking on her finger... and then she put it in his ear. "I'll stick it in your ear."<br />
<br />
"Ew, ow, stop... haha..."<br />
<br />
He collapsed on the bed next to her. "Seriously, though. You a hot-ass bitch."<br />
<br />
"Whatever, Mr. Butter."<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
- <b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Maj</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">alis</span></b></div>
Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-4356713872030779152015-06-28T13:03:00.001-04:002015-06-28T13:09:05.396-04:00Raquel Chapter 18<b>Raquel</b> - <i>Chapter 18</i><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>The days after the show passed in a daze. Raquel seemed to have calmed down to “normal” – as normal as Raquel ever got, anyway – and he was getting busier at work, because now they had him cleaning not only messes, but regular maintenance cleaning like buffing the floors and cleaning windows, which took a lot out of him. He was also constantly on-guard; at least one of the other performers aside from Mei had it out for his asshole, and he didn’t doubt for a second that they’d seen the webshow – he started getting love letters in his locker which Mei seemed to know nothing about, and he heard giggles all around him constantly, like he’d wandered into the faery realm. Maybe he’d died all those months ago and Raquel was his personal devil. That would… explain a lot, actually.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>Paula, his boss, had also made a few suggestive comments towards him, but she didn’t seem the type for a casual fling. She would nervously mention to him that they should cap the week off with a drink at some point, a suggestion which had gotten less theoretical and more insistent with time, to the point that she was now suggesting a place that they could go to sit down and unwind, but he was always so exhausted by the end of the week he just wanted to go home, and even then, it was likely Raquel would bring him out somewhere herself. Whenever he mentioned his girlfriend in that context, she dropped the subject and looked aghast and… perplexed, like she’d asked him about his dog and he’d confessed that it had been run over by a steamroller. She never came out and asked him how his girlfriend felt about his job… and he wasn’t sure he would know how to answer. The day after the webshow, she didn’t show up to work, and when she did the following day, she was… very polite. He wondered if it was just a coincidence… but even he, dense as he was, didn’t quite buy it.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>Mei herself was a bit too busy that week to chat, mostly because her mouth was full, or she was filling somebody else’s mouth, for most of it. Whenever he found himself on one her shoots… well, watching one, not on on one, he was curious why they even bothered with the scenes where her monster went unused. He could get it, more or less, but any time she wasn’t stretching a hole seemed like a missed opportunity. Admittedly, if he had to film an hour long sex scene with Mei, A) he’d definitely want her to go down on him, and B) there was no way he could handle being on the receiving end for that long. And the shoots went way longer than that. By take seven of ‘Mei pounds him on a sofa’, he’d be a blubbering mess.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He couldn’t get what he’d suggested to Mei out of his head. Every time he started to imagine Mei going to town on Raquel, he stopped – partially out of guilt, partially out of jealousy, and partially because he wanted to save that image for when it was actually before his eyes, and not be spoiled too soon. When he got home to Raquel, it would occasionally flash in his mind’s eye, and he would quickly wave it away; Raquel had instincts like a fox, and he didn’t want to give it away.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Where do you want to eat tonight?” she asked him, presupposing, as she normally did, that they were going out to eat. Not all the restaurants on the island were expensive, but not all of the restaurants on the island served what he would call “food”, either. Given, there was some overlap between “inexpensive” and “edible”, but he could only eat so many rice bowls before he became one with the universe and attained Nirvana. Raquel covered the bill sometimes, and he covered it other times, but his workaday job didn’t exactly pay the big bucks. He was getting by, but he didn’t want to have his girlfriend keep taking him out to dinner. He was… old-fashioned that way.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“I could… make something.”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>Raquel rolled her eyes. “You cook like you fuck,” she said, turning around to wiggle her hips at his crotch.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“How’s that?”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>She whirled around him, and gave him a quick one-two thrust of her hips from behind. “You prefer to be on the receiving end,” she said, and then left him to grab her bag by the door. She looked through it, and pulled out a wad of cash. “Relax, I’m buying today.”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Where’d you get that?” he asked, and she thumbed through it, got about halfway through, and then flicked half at his chest, which he stumbled to catch before it separated and left a pile of bills on the floor. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“ATM. Where else?” she said, demurely. He raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I’m selling my ass to older men. Want to join me?”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He sighed. “Raquel…”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“I appreciate that you didn’t ask me if I was joking. This is your cut of the tip jar. Or did you forget what we did already?” The way she smiled made it impossible for him to forget.<br />
Sometimes he wrapped his legs around Raquel while they fucked face to face, and he came on her stomach. Sometimes she put him on his knees, grabbed his hips, and plowed him from behind doggystyle, and he came on the sheets. Other times she took him from behind standing, and he came on his breakfast. And sometimes, she had him sit in her lap and bounce on it, and then whether he came on the floor or her depended on which way he sat. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>Sometimes, she fucked him with her eyes, and he came in his pants.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>However she did it though, he often got curious why, exactly, having her force that particular part of her anatomy up his ass the wrong way [i]did[/i] get him off the way that it did. He knew about the prostate, of course, but he also knew that she could more easily, and did, easily, press it with her finger – it was the act of filling up his anal cavity with her thick, throbbing, girl-meat that really revved his engines, he had to admit. Having her balls-deep, said balls twitching against his, her pressed up against his back, whispering in his ear in Portuguese what a little slut he was, or calling him a [i]cum-dumpster[/i], and then feeling her cum, deep inside, not moving an inch, just twitching, throbbing, jizzing in his stomach while she bit his ear… he was absolutely certain that was the best time he’d ever had in the bedroom with anyone. She’d sheathed it in him more times than he’d put it in any woman, Laura included. And now she’d done it in front of total strangers on the internet… and, as he mopped the floor, he had to admit that it didn’t bother him nearly as much as he expected to. But there was only so much a man could take. Maybe she’d turned him out and made him an anal-craving boyslut. Maybe. Maybe he would be her little guttersnipe if it meant he had to wear a collar that said “R’s Cum Dump” all the time. Maybe. But he still had his pride! And that meant getting one over on Raquel. And that meant having a threesome with Mei.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>It was the only way.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Let’s get Chinese,” he said, and Raquel skipped a beat.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“S-sure. Where did you have in mind?”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“You’ll see when we get there,” he said, feeling super clever, “but I’m sure you’ll like it. You’re gonna be stuffed.”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>Raquel did raise an eyebrow at that, as he ushered her out the door. They did go for Chinese that night, and Raquel did get stuffed… but of course, that hadn’t been what he was talking about.<br />
Mei sent him her recording of the webshow, which he watched with a certain grim fascination, admittedly, dick in hand. Seeing from an outsider’s view what it looked like when Raquel inserted herself was as much an eye-opening experience as it was a brown-eye opening experience. His mouth hung agape well before he saw the gape – just seeing the sheer length of it as it went inside of him was startling; he wouldn’t have had nearly the same reaction if a girl with a normal-sized penis was sticking it up his ass. He knew, intellectually and physically that Raquel’s dong was bigger than the average, even if you considered that the average woman’s penis was very small, but seeing it disappear into his ass was another thing entirely. He shuddered when he thought about what it must have looked like when Mei did it… and then a few minutes of searching later, he was watching one of her videos, and was probably having the same reaction his ‘audience’ had: that guy is fucked.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>Between the red-face, the toe-curling, the teeth-gritting, and the groaning, it was obvious that this guy was, regardless of his prevalence towards being rear-ended, taking more than he could comfortably take. Mei was gently caressing his face, but it didn’t really matter how gentle she was being above the waist when below she was pushing her hips forward and burying her monster in that poor guy’s unfortunate butthole. By the time she bottomed out – and bottom out she did – his face was bright red, and his knuckles were titanium oxide white. Mei stroked his hips reassuringly for a minute, and then started to rock back and forth – a small motion, but given the size of her ramrod, she was likely reaming him out with four or five inches of shrink-wrapped Asian girl-dick in a way he or his ass wouldn’t soon forget. Mei looked over her shoulder and blew a kiss at the camera, then spanked the guy’s ass and bit her lip, her motion picking up ever-so-slightly, making the guy groan in obvious pleasure-derived-from-intensity.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>The camera guy slipped into a position between Mei’s legs, showing a closeup of the action, and the man with a dick in his hand, who a few minutes prior had been watching his own ass receiving a heaping helping of Raquel’s cock, nearly fainted. His eyes went wide at the sight: Mei was stuck-in in a big way, the guy’s ring stretched wide and thin around her, similar to the condom. Her balls, clearly full, collided with his whenever she thrust in, and his unused cock was oozing precum by the gallon, pooling onto the sheets. Between that sight, and Mei’s next line, “you like when I fuck your ass?”, he exploded all over Raquel’s laptop, sending a white jet of surprise nut across the screen which was still showing a close-up shot of Mei fucking a guy, period, full-stop. Then, he felt a little twinge of remorse, and closed the tab… after bookmarking it. Three wet wipes later, he heard Raquel open the front door, and slammed her laptop shut, hopped up off her chair and started busily looking through drawers for nothing in particular. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"What kind of porn were you watching?" she asked as she entered the room, and he swore under his breath.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"I wasn't watching anything. I'm just trying to find... do you know where I put the... uh..."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"I don't keep track of where you put things, only where I put things," she said, and sat down at her chair, pulling her laptop open. "And you were definitely watching something. Before I look through the history, anything you want to confess?"<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He walked over to the chair, suddenly emboldened, and put his hands on Raquel's shoulders. She purred as he rubbed her. "Promise you won't be mad?"<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>She tilted her head back to look up at him, and bit her lip. "No."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He sighed. "Our mutual friend."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>Raquel shrugged. "Oh. Is that all? What'd you think?" she asked, looking up at him piercingly.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Mostly... I thought... 'ouch'."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>She smirked, blushing slightly. "Yeah. Ouch."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>Raquel didn't end up checking his history; instead, his punishment was that she insisted on slipping comfortably inside of him before he'd had a chance to recover. He'd been soft while Raquel fucked him before, so it didn't bother him, much... but between her fucking him and the thought of Raquel experiencing first-hand the Ouchmaker, he got into it pretty quickly.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He didn't bring up what "Mei" had "suggested" then, because he still wanted to confer with Mei about the details. He got his chance the next day, finally. He caught Mei walking off the set with her partner-in-crime; he recognized her immediately, the chubby british girl who had a crush on Raquel, and her name popped into his head two seconds after it would have been useful. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"It's Erin, in case you forgot," she said, throwing her hair over her shoulder. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Hi... Erin. Uh, do you mind if I borrow Mei?" He didn't want anyone hearing of their machinations... especially not someone who apparently knew Raquel and wanted her.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Sure. I'm done with her," she said, smirking. He wondered who had just finished with who - Erin was pretty red in the face, but he didn't notice her shifting uncomfortably as she stood. "How's... Raquel?" she asked, failing to make eye contact.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"She's... good. How are you?"<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>She sighed. Mei slapped her ass, which was currently clad in naught by a thong. "She's fucked good, is what she is. Run along, girl," she said, ushering Erin away, sensing that he wanted to have a private conversation. Erin gave him a sideways glance as she walked away, and he finally did notice that her gait was a little... compromised. When she was out of earshot, Mei whispered to him. "She's got such a fat ass. I love it."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"More than Raquel's?" he whispered back, and she licked her lips.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Raquel doesn't have a fat ass. Her's is lovely and firm. Speaking of... are we doing this or what, Mr. Toy?"<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"I haven't... brought it up yet. Are you sure we should?"<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>She pressed her chest against his, and he felt his pants stretching to accomodate. "Having second thoughts? Do you want that firm tush all to yourself?"<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"No, it's not that... just thinking about all the other times I tried to... escalate."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"You think Raquel's going to turn it around on you and fuck you into mush?" she asked, and he nodded. She gave him a kiss on the neck and rested her hand between his legs and gave him a little squeeze. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He tried to open his mouth to say anything, but nothing came out, and then she put her finger to his lips.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Yeah. Probably."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>---<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>That settled it. He left work that day and called Raquel, to find that she'd gone to the gym, and offered to meet her there.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He found her on the elliptical and was not at all surprised to see guys contorting themselves into pretzels trying to sneak glances at her yoga-pants’ed ass, either directly or through a mirror, nor was he surprised to see guys on the machines behind her blatantly watching her go. Raquel was many things, but a girl who didn’t have a fine, prominent rear she was not. When he approached the machine from the side, she slowed down, and didn’t even acknowledge him before leaning over and pecking a kiss on his lips, which he was pretty sure provoked waves of negative energy in his direction immediately. She took off her earbuds, and he saw that her breasts were heaving and slick with sweat… and he forgot why he was looking for her in the first place.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Hey babe,” she said, stepping off the machine while toweling off her neck, “I was just going to hit the shower. Want to join me?” she said, in a flirty way, and smiled prettily at him. He knew full well that she was making a sincere offer in such a way that it sounded like a joke to everyone who were most definitely listening in.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“As much as I like those yoga pants on you, I’ll pass,” he said, and he saw her smirk before she turned away. He [i]also[/i] knew that smirk meant ‘you and I both know whose ass would be getting fucked in the shower’. It was a smirk he was well familiar with.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“If you say so. So, how was your day?” she asked, and signaled him to walk with her.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Pretty good. Mei saw the, um…”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Yeah, I invited her. Did she like it?”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Uh, definitely. She was thinking we could do another one… with her involved.”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>She looked a little shocked. “Oh, wow,” she said, and then leaned closer to him and whispered. “Do you really think you could take the both of us? Might be biting off a bit more than you can chew there, loverboy,” she said, reaching her hand under his shirt and caressing his stomach. To anyone not in the know, it must have looked like she was seducing him with the idea of some fondling, and not that she was suggesting he wouldn’t have enough room for all that girl spunk in his gut, which is what was actually giving him a difficult-to-hide erection. The notion of taking both Raquel and Mei in one night did sound… difficult. He wasn’t sure he’d live to see the sunrise. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"I can handle it," he said, not wanting to give anything away, "will you be alright?"<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"If I'm there, I can make sure Mei keeps in line," she said, tapping his stomach with her finger once more. "So I'd be down for it. Whenever."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Whenever?" he asked, a bit surprised.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Why, do you want me to call her right now?" she replied, and he non-chalantly placed a hand over his crotch. Raquel gestured for him to follow her, and began to walk towards the locker room, towel over her shoulder.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"I'm... not ready," he admitted. The trap had been baited, but it hadn't properly been set.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Fine. I was thinking we could go to the beach today, anyway.”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Uh, sure. You have a swimsuit?"<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Just wait and see," she said, disappearing into the locker room.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He waited, and then he saw. Her swimwear wasn't particularly risque, but it did make certain of her features... rather obvious. They left the gym and headed for the beach, and the head turning that he saw in Raquel's direction had a particular pattern - first, to look at her breasts, and then...<br />
They bought a beach umbrella and a beach towel before they reached the boardwalk, and set up camp near a rocky break in the beach; the sun was low enough in the sky that you could nearly look at it, reflected in the blue ocean below. When he first came to the island, he hadn't taken the time to appreciate it; he was too busy taking in the sights of the beautiful women. And while there were still plenty of them to go around, he mostly watched Raquel, either because she was showing off for him, or because they were in the middle of a conversation.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"So Erin still has it up for me, huh."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Yeah, that's the sense I got. Did you two..."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Hrm... are you curious? Do you want a list?" she said, teasing him.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"I'm not jealous or anything. And, hey, you're the one that didn't seem to like me spending so much time with Mei."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"I've... mostly gotten over that. I have my statistics to keep me happy."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Statistics?"<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Yeah. Like... I’ve thrown more in you than anybody else… and you’ve never been on the receiving end of a creampie that I wasn’t pumping in you.”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>There were probably more… safe-for-the-beach ways she could have phrased that, but he knew that she said it that way for his benefit. Since Mei was the only other penis-haver that had fucked him, that was pretty obvious; Mei used condoms.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"What does that have to do with anything?"<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Just... milestones, I guess. Little flags in the sand," she said, poking her finger into the sand to illustrate. It conjured up images that were simultaneously irrelevant and deeply relevant to the conversation at hand. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“I never thought you’d be the jealous type.”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“I’m sure you have. Maybe… something along the lines of… ‘and then Raquel catches me with another girl, and she’s really mad, so she wraps her arms around me, whispers into my ear, and shoves the whole thing inside me’?”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He swallowed. It hadn’t gone exactly like that, but… close enough. “…maybe.”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Aren’t you jealous?” she asked, but she didn’t look at him, and he noticed she was avoiding eye contact. If he had been jealous, it’d have been a problem much earlier. He had actually assumed that they weren’t exclusive at all at first; Raquel never seemed to pause to consider whether he wanted her to go off with some other guy. Part of that was because, at first, he didn’t want to give her what she was getting from those other guys. Then it was more that… well, he had a habit of thinking of Raquel as a force of nature, rather than his girlfriend. Who was he to tell the wind not to blow, or the sun not to rise, or the rivers not to flood, or the mountains not to… be mountains. Raquel had several features he could compare to mountains, and the one between her legs could just as easily be described as a “man-killer” as K-2. She finally looked up at him expectantly, and he still couldn’t read her face.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“It’s not that I don’t care… or worry that, like, you’ll get bored of me,” he said, and she looked a little hurt… and a little relieved. “It’s just that… I don’t feel like I could ask you to… you know.”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Be a one-man woman?” she said, smirking. “Or keep my dick in my pants. Which is it?”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He felt slightly clever, because he immediately responded, “Oh, I definitely wouldn’t want you to keep your dick in your pants,” and she bit her lip.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Yeah? Where exactly do you want me to keep it?” she asked, and, just like that, she took his hand, and started to glide it down her stomach, into her bikini bottom. “But… before we go there…” she said, and he could tell she was a little conflicted about not cutting the conversation short, “do you want me to be yours, and only yours?”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He thought about it. It was hard to think when his fingers were a few centimeters away from what he guessed was Raquel’s throbbing girl-boner, but think he did. After a pause that Raquel seemed to handle remarkably well, he decided… he couldn’t decide. So he threw it back to her. “Would you be?”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>She smiled, and he wasn’t sure why. It looked different from her usual sadistic smiles… and he realized, with a little bit of a shock, that it was probably just what Raquel looked like when she smiled happily without trying to convey something else – a genuine smile. Not that he hadn’t seen her genuinely smile before; he’d seen her laugh, or beam, but this was something different – a subtle smile that didn’t curl into a knowing smirk. She leaned against his shoulder. “I… would.” She leaned up and kissed him… and pretty conspicuously brought his hand to her. “I might fuck you dead, though,” she whispered into his ear.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Yeah… I don’t know if I could keep up with you,” he said, and Raquel’s trademark grin returned.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"You'd have to," she said, huskily, moaning slightly at his touch. "I'd make you. And you'd love it." He swallowed. He was gently stroking her, and she was staring him full in the face, clearly enjoying this imagined scenario. "Well? What'll it be? It's yours... and yours alone... if this is mine, and mine alone," she said, reaching into his trunks, and rubbing a finger over his hole.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"It's a tempting offer," he said, diplomatically, "but I think I'm fine the way things are." He watched Raquel's face for a sign of disappointment, or hurt, but she seemed more into the motion of his hand than into the nature of the conversation by that point.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Then you’re okay with my… meandering? And Laura’s okay with yours, so long as someone keeps your ass in line… and something in your ass,” she said, putting her finger in his mouth. “And I don’t mind… as long as you remember who you belong to,” she said, and started to rather unromantically force her finger down his throat, which had the dual side-effect of make him have to stifle a gag, and to form a spontaneous tent in his pants that any casual observer could see. Then again, any casual observer of the underside of their umbrella could see the unrepentant jacking he was giving Raquel in her bikini bottom, so discreteness wasn’t exactly an option. He had a feeling that Raquel wasn’t going to settle for a little bikini pocket-pool, and was actively testing out his gag reflex in preparation of something a bit more… difficult to conceal.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>And, sure enough, Raquel reclined back and spread her legs, making the fact that he was stroking her penis that much more obvious, his hand not the only obvious bulge in her bikini bottom. <span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He slid down onto his side and covertly slipped her out and into his mouth; she hummed, and pushed her fingers through his hair. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Honestly, though, it's mostly in the past. There's a few guys I still occasionally hook up with... you probably think I get around more than I really do."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He rolled his eyes, and Raquel kicked the umbrella, and held his head in place as he tried to pull off of her. It fell over, but still concealed them, and his heart was racing. Raquel seemed satisfied.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Although... there's a few guys on this beach that I recognize..." she said, peering under the umbrella to survey who was still around. Finally, she spotted someone in their mutual vantage. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“See that guy?”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He tried to follow where she was looking while keeping her cock in his mouth, and saw a guy who was, undoubtedly, some kind of male model, whose name was undoubtedly “Pablo” or “Emmanuel” or “Estevan”, surrounded by a gaggle of adoring women. He nodded to confirm that he’d seen him… although bobbing his head up and down was pretty much what he was already doing, so he vocalized an “aha?”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“That guy’s a bit of a glutton. He wanted to swallow my cum anyway he could get it. He paid my rent while I was on vacation once, on the condition that I bring him a ‘souvenir’ back… and he gave me an empty two-liter soda bottle to keep it in.” <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He could picture it. His eyes went wide. Did he really...?<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“Relax, even I couldn’t fill it all the way. Only filled about a quarter of it… and, yeah, he chugged the whole thing while I watched. I’ve probably filled more donuts for that guy than a pastry chef. Ooh, that guy over there... you can't see him, he's behind you," she said, as he tried to look around. "That guy is in super denial. Probably where I get my ‘game’ fever from. He’s always making up these heads-I-win tails-you-lose deals with me, and if he loses, I fuck him… and then he loses on purpose. But he won’t admit he likes it.”<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He kept going, and so did Raquel. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>“That guy way down there, in the red trunks... won’t touch it, but he loves facials. That guy surfing? He deepthroats when I cum. That lifeguard... well, I've never personally fucked him, but I know someone who has. Bit of a size queen.”<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He knew she was talking about Mei. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Kind of like you," she said, and he could tell she was close to cumming. With her foot on the shaft of the umbrella, he worried she planned to kick it off of them entirely as she came... but before that happened she put her finger under his chin. "Hey," she said, and pulled it sideways so that it bulged out his cheek, then popped out of his mouth. He looked up at her, but didn't say anything. "Are you... in the mood?"<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He'd learn the hard way, more than once, that his saliva was not sufficient lubricant for what Raquel clearly wanted to do... but, unfortunately, he wanted to do it too. He nodded, and Raquel shifted herself down so that she was laying kind of next to him, and reached into his trunks. He sighed as she ran her fingers down his shaft.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>She reached around him to pull his trunks down, and he stopped her. "Are you crazy? We're in public!"<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"And you were just going down on me. It's too dark to see now, and besides, we're not the only ones," she said, and he knew that she was right. Drunk fucking on the beach was a pretty common passtime, and between the umbrella and the rocks, they were pretty hard to spot.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He helped her pull down his trunks, and she cimbed on top of him. She laid her body flat against his, chest against chest, and he felt her breasts through her bikini top, and she kissed his lips... then pulled away, lifting herself up to bring her erect penis into position, and he tried not to think about what she was doing between them lest his hole tighten up in anxiety. They were concealled by the umbrella as he felt her enter him, the insufficient lubrication bringing a friction to the proceedings that wasn't quite welcome, but he could bear it. She placed her hands astride his head into the sand and used her hips to buck and thrust and drive it further in, a rough fuck that he knew would last for a while after it was done, and then collapsed onto his chest again, burying it deeper and deeper with their bodies flush against each other.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>He was really worried that they were going to get caught, but the warm sea air was contagious, and he wanted to finish so badly. The pressure in his rectum and on his prostate was intense, and the rough fucking courtesy of Raquel was doing more to make him want it than otherwise. Raquel was so close, kissing him, entwining her fingers with his... he could tell that she was nearing the edge, as well. She broke her kiss, and, sitting still inside of him, her breasts near his face, she looked down at him. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"I want to cum like this, but if you want to eat sand like a bitch, we can do that too," she said, and he knew that she was in a pretty extreme state if she was giving him his options that nakedly. He could tell that she was absolutely ready to pump it in him; she was thick and hard and pulsing, and he wondered if he told her to cum if the next twitch would be leave him full and wet inside. He kind of wanted to tell her to just go, to thrust a few more times inside of him and empty her balls in his guts, pull out, and wipe her wet, sandy cock in his hair... but he couldn't get the image of getting fucked face-down out of his head, so with a slightly embarassed flush, he motioned to flip over. Raquel pulled out and pushed him the rest of the way, and his belly was flat on the sand. He could feel his hole was sore and puffy and open, and his rectum felt like... well, like a girl with a cock had just stabbed into it roughly in and out at random directions a few hundred times.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>She pushed his face into the sand - eat sand like a bitch was right. He could even feel the sand irritating his hole as she punched it in; if he didn't want to nut so bad, he'd have been in agony.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>She pushed him face-deep into the sand, and he couldn't even breathe... he was surrounded by darkness and couldn't see or hear anything. After a moment of tranquility, he felt it - she exploded into him, her pulsing cock as deep as she could get it. Then, she pulled it out to almost the tip, and then sliced it all the way in again, and shot even more inside. The only sensation he was feeling was her fucking and pumping her cum into him, and, despite the rough feeling of the sand, he filled it with his own.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>She pulled out, and rolled off of him - satisfied.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Clean me off," she said, laying on her side, holding her softening cock in her hand.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>"Raquel..."<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>She just waited, her finger tracing out a shape on his chest. He sighed, and again slid down on the towel.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" ><br/> </span>As he took her salty, bitter, sandy cock into his mouth... he knew for sure, it was her turn to eat sand like a bitch.<br />
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Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-45755542740962121922015-06-11T23:54:00.001-04:002015-06-12T00:00:22.670-04:00Stockade Blockade - Patreon Sketch Factory #1Just wanted to post this up: our first sketch factory completion! From sketch, to lineart, to full color. Thanks to our patrons for selecting this one as the first, and hope y'all like it!<br />
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<br />Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-56626434775795041222015-05-31T14:24:00.002-04:002015-06-10T20:58:49.112-04:00Story FactoryHey guys, here are the story nominees for the patron-voted story. Send us an email at majalis.patreon@gmail.com to have your vote counted!<br />
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Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-86370912376118357792015-05-16T15:31:00.004-04:002016-05-09T16:53:00.628-04:00Patreon Voting FAQThis is a FAQ for how our voting system works for Patreon backers at Pony tier and above.<br />
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<b>Q:</b> <i>What are the different things I can vote on?</i></div>
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<b>Q:</b> <i>Can I split my votes/can I spend my votes on the same picture/story?</i></div>
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<b>Q:</b> <i>What do you mean by votes 'stacking'?</i></div>
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<b>Q: </b><i>What if I change my patron tier? Do I lose my votes if it goes down? Do I gain extra votes if it goes up?</i></div>
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<b>Q: </b><i>How many votes do I get?</i></div>
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Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-14634212610608986152015-05-14T22:18:00.000-04:002015-05-15T11:50:25.235-04:00Patreon DetailsOur patreon is launched! <a href="https://www.patreon.com/Majalis">Click here to get to it</a>.<br />
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Hey there! Majalis here - the cyclopean two-person author/illustrator team responsible for at least one <b>(1)</b> of your fetishes.<br />
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So you, being familiar with us, know our business model: we make content (pictures and stories and the occasional animation or comic) and we post it on the internet for free. Those of you who understand business will note that this is <span style="color: orange;">not actually a business model</span> (!) as it generates zero revenue. D:<br />
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This is because it was never meant to be! we just like to create things for people, and art is our hobby. We'll continue to post free content for people as long as we can. Which is until we starve! Turns out, you can't eat fans. Well, not legally. You can't eat money either, but you can use... uh... you get the point.<br />
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With your patronage, we can afford to create more - more frequently, more consistently, and mo' better. Rather than the per-diem work we're currently doing, we can shift towards doing more of the <span style="color: #f1c232;">good stuff</span>.<br />
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For those of you who don't know how Patreon works, it's like this: you pledge to patron us at an amount you choose, much like kickstarter, but unlike kickstarter, patreon is indefinite - you patron us for as long and for as much as you want, and as long as you do you get access to patron rewards based on the tier of payment you qualify for. For us, you'd be financing each picture or story update we do, up to a maximum you can also set so you don't have to worry about going over-budget. We'd prefer you set the max for at least two updates worth, particularly on the limited-seat tiers, but it's up to you. Setting it at your rate is basically a monthly patronage.<br />
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And for that support, we're offering rewards: first off, pledging at any tier gets you a Patreon-only pin-up! We're also offering a plethora of rewards at various tiers: from our sketches and story snippets, of which there is a metric butt-ton (that's four imperial ass-loads), to the psd files that become the fuel for our pngs and jpgs, patron-first pictures and stories, our private email list, and a contribution towards the creation of Majalis comics, animations, and, potentially, games. As well, all patrons above a certain tier ($3 per update) get to vote on what we do for our goal animations and comics, as well as a semi-monthly vote on which image and/or story we'll work on next! See the pledge tiers below!<br />
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For a list of all the tiered reward, see <a href="http://majalistic.blogspot.com/2015/05/patreon-backer-tiers.html">this blog post</a>.<br />
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A lot of this patreon comes from the wastefulness of our creative process - we produce WAY more art and writing than we actually post, because we only really post completed works. That's been our 'rule' since the beginning, to try and hide some of the sausage-making, but as we've grown as artists, we've become more and more willing to show our nascent ideas. Not only can you gain access to those sketches and comment on them, but you can also vote using our democracy-lite voting system on which picture we'll work on next from a selection we'll provide - it's always been difficult for us to figure out which pictures will capture the imaginations and boners (and lady-boners) of our audience, but this will provide us a way to get feedback on what to work on from our fans!<br />
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The first milestone is bi-weekly updates guaranteed, which means at least one picture or story chapter up every other Thursday. We won't charge for more than 4 updates in a month, so it's between weekly and monthly, and we're incentivized to update as often as possible.<br />
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With the first milestone comes the concept of the vote; basically, each bi-weekly update will either be something that we worked up on our own or the most recent 'winner' of the votes. Of the two bi-weeklies in a month, at least one will be from this voting pool; possibly both.<br />
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The votes will be on sketches or story snippets; we'll try to curate the sketches and snippets to a set level of 'finished'-ness, though particularly at first they may vary, with line-art pictures and rougher sketches thrown into the mix. <br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">The voting system works as thus:</span><br />
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You let us know which of the sketches up on <a href="http://majalistic.blogspot.com/2015/05/sketch-factory.html">this blog post</a> (which will change over time as new sketches are added/completed) OR which snippet up on this blog post (TBD) you'd like us to finish. To do so, you can email us, gchat us or leave a comment on that picture on HF/our blog/potentially tumblr if we figure out how to manage that<br />
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When we eventually do that picture/snippet, you can select a new one through the same channels. <br />
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The way that the vote tallying works is that dependent on your tier you'll get a number of votes-per-cycle. The cycles are two-week cycles. What this means is that as long as you remain a patron, those votes will accumulate towards your target picture/story. At the end of each cycle, if we finished the picture or story snippet with the most votes, we'll pop that one off the stack and and we'll start work on the one with the next most votes, if not, we'll finish the one with the most votes on the next cycle, and so on, and so on. So if you're persistent enough, your votes will eventually accumulate and the picture you like will be selected; it just might take a while. <br />
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We'll be tracking this through a spreadsheet with formulas so it'll essentially be automated.<br />
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We're not going to start the tallies until we hit that first goal, but you can select your horse in the race as soon as you pledge; we'll be putting up a bunch of sketches/snippets starting tonight. In the meantime, if you already know what your first selection is, you can 'nominate' any sketch we already have up on our primary blog, and put it in the running!<br />
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Thanks to everyone who asked for this and gave us advice and everyone who pledges and everyone who doesn't but tells us how much they appreciate and enjoy or work, and to those who silently enjoy it as well, upvoting and fav'ing, you make it all worth it.<br />
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Always yours,<br />
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- <span style="color: #6aa84f;">Maj</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">alis</span></div>
Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-24867555394543591932015-05-14T20:56:00.001-04:002015-12-20T15:05:37.096-05:00Patreon Sketch Factory <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Captions indicate a sketch's sketch name; include that in your email to our patreon email (visible in the patreon activity feed) to tell us which sketch you intend to vote for. (we'll explain story voting when we get that set up). The 75 sketches below are the first three releases; we'll announce/link to Release #4 and on in our patreon feed. Patrons also have access to these images and the sketch factory via our Dropbox link that we send out monthly. We have a LOT of sketches, and not all of them make it in.</div>
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<u><span style="color: #e69138;">Release #3</span></u></h2>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Transclucent Skirt</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spread and Go</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Queenly</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tug of War</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eater</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Before and Afer</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quality Control</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Side Anal</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWPw8ir3yKdnxe_YUjd0OvfkLHWJDelYpWZGJTS2GKqj_5xrP_1vzOVnp77ol06BeERvaQh1qwajSWaeS9LXPYtW2Sr1dlKoX-eJgewNCq2d_212QHuq8Iwfg0aVTASYoPqRDZNd6dp_h/s1600/0072+Used+Parts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWPw8ir3yKdnxe_YUjd0OvfkLHWJDelYpWZGJTS2GKqj_5xrP_1vzOVnp77ol06BeERvaQh1qwajSWaeS9LXPYtW2Sr1dlKoX-eJgewNCq2d_212QHuq8Iwfg0aVTASYoPqRDZNd6dp_h/s320/0072+Used+Parts.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Used Parts</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZRUgC8DTQgvv34pAdJaMZxfJUXg8p_wsj_PnT0yMCD7VkSQOp5DU1c-C4CWOUbPONJHwWssZlLzkI5ZYeK7edjyz3ylENPqWJzl-jCShjg-knu0lnojkp-S95SXrREUtK22_LTjUSN_u/s1600/0073+Succutop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZRUgC8DTQgvv34pAdJaMZxfJUXg8p_wsj_PnT0yMCD7VkSQOp5DU1c-C4CWOUbPONJHwWssZlLzkI5ZYeK7edjyz3ylENPqWJzl-jCShjg-knu0lnojkp-S95SXrREUtK22_LTjUSN_u/s320/0073+Succutop.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Succutop</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spiders</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aerial DP</td></tr>
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<u><span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span></u><u><span style="color: #e69138;">Release #2</span></u></h2>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQK2TBTDoRM3VB5ZCUDBOnvAnCUs7nL3HFIY66Mb8msA5rPYwklz2l_ST5C0mK4D7LNwUFPLY812OtX-5gJVprvsfclVOmnMFdLPQkNjzo0mJaOswqQTZp_EZFAXqUEG6-3-BWwKztDVX9/s1600/01+sad+bunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQK2TBTDoRM3VB5ZCUDBOnvAnCUs7nL3HFIY66Mb8msA5rPYwklz2l_ST5C0mK4D7LNwUFPLY812OtX-5gJVprvsfclVOmnMFdLPQkNjzo0mJaOswqQTZp_EZFAXqUEG6-3-BWwKztDVX9/s320/01+sad+bunny.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sad Bunny</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">!WINNER #8! Over the Table</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Game Over (Dragon)</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRV0nGTlH9BjCHh-01ATWkg0NeT1cPESt3skf26trfqLA18Tuq10YbBjH5wIjQXSdSVw9FpGKfTFlg4p8BeUiSrdW2KB_ACy1uN5mrkGN8EijXWrgAvCcnWdT7emEZK545tXYlVw9N47V/s1600/04+missionary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRV0nGTlH9BjCHh-01ATWkg0NeT1cPESt3skf26trfqLA18Tuq10YbBjH5wIjQXSdSVw9FpGKfTFlg4p8BeUiSrdW2KB_ACy1uN5mrkGN8EijXWrgAvCcnWdT7emEZK545tXYlVw9N47V/s320/04+missionary.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Missionary</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2a-i-S4aAK2pOgHRkHhFfXSxLKBlMmpOI1Xr-cJlMhQr2pnsSW7_Nl_Nsh1a89l0ZKlrgaOmLf04dPcWXKkOIrifwLYZrn1HxDxMxsbbwF7NIImXnJYvYGudIfbF3CFNIvDFmtkhcbJRo/s1600/05+wax+poetic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2a-i-S4aAK2pOgHRkHhFfXSxLKBlMmpOI1Xr-cJlMhQr2pnsSW7_Nl_Nsh1a89l0ZKlrgaOmLf04dPcWXKkOIrifwLYZrn1HxDxMxsbbwF7NIImXnJYvYGudIfbF3CFNIvDFmtkhcbJRo/s320/05+wax+poetic.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wax Poetic</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUMkEFaI2dtfZfLGR8AhLhIC3d1avjm1oKSQ2sVwr4DBX6_VbGM9FskIQOc2x1pmFgTuaytzmrbRgCK2Ilh77iyggy0ZJcNINz-gDPmNBtcGbzk62raBbogjeaKSbsHKILBHHX_U8Zar8/s1600/06+cheaters+lament.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUMkEFaI2dtfZfLGR8AhLhIC3d1avjm1oKSQ2sVwr4DBX6_VbGM9FskIQOc2x1pmFgTuaytzmrbRgCK2Ilh77iyggy0ZJcNINz-gDPmNBtcGbzk62raBbogjeaKSbsHKILBHHX_U8Zar8/s320/06+cheaters+lament.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cheater's Lament</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Post-Ogre</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hear You Coming</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dog Days</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maiden</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">!WINNER #7! Buggered</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Free Will</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Game Over (Kobolds)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Falling for the Trap</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drink Your Medicine</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bad POV</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">!WINNER #9! Waspish</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wall Mounted</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Holstered Gun</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Facefook</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3 Faces of Trapdom</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turnip in Odd Places</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Poofy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chomp-Chomp</td></tr>
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<u><span style="color: #e69138;">Release #1</span></u></h2>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">!WINNER #3! Date Night</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">!WINNER #10! Chair Job</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Side Anal (Isabella)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look Ma (Isabella)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cockfucker</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">!WINNER #4! </span><span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Double Play</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">!WINNER #14! <span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Trap x Futa '69</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">!WINNER #1! Stockade Blockade</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Door Number Two</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robobutt</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">!WINNER #2! Half-Man</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Updraft (Jewel)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">!WINNER #6! The Auction (Jewel)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Small Mouth, Big Cock</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fund Raising</td></tr>
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Majalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959436885473375475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159362815059974106.post-63673699703072184612015-05-09T15:30:00.001-04:002020-05-05T23:19:34.825-04:00Raquel (Anticipation) and Patreon<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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We're announcing our <a href="https://www.patreon.com/user.php?v=majalis">Patreon</a>, which will be launched <span style="color: #e69138;">Thursday, May 14th, 2015</span>! We'll be putting up two posts on this blog, one containing sketches and one containing story snippets, for our patreon backers to vote on. We'll hopefully be updating more frequently with said voted on pictures and stories. For non-patreon backers, there won't be <i>any</i> change; we're still keeping everything free (aside from a patreon-backer pinup and thank you picture, but, let's be honest, those'll be up on the broader internet real quick). <br />
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We're also hoping to work on more larger collaborative projects (with each other, that is), like comics, animations, and games. <span style="color: #3d85c6;">Alis </span>(the artist) is currently working part time as well as per diem, so any support from patreon could free up time from per diem work to work on these kinds of projects.<br />
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If you have any questions about patreon or how it will work or what this means, you can email us (as usual) as majalis.patreon@gmail.com, or ask in the comments here/on our <a href="http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/Majalis/profile">hentai-foundry page</a>, and we'll compile that into an FAQ for our official launch post. Thanks to all of our fans, who do send us emails and leave us comments; we read them all, and we answer as many as we can, and it really means a lot to us.<br />
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