Comments (0 comments)
  • Stan Satanowski stepped out of the state of the art spray tanning booth in his basement. It was a computer-controlled, fully-automatic model and should have cost much more than he could possibly afford, but he had gotten it basically for free. Free is a relative term. In this case, it meant that when he accepted a contract to clean up and remodel a space in a local strip mall, he agreed to store any and all equipment currently in the store for a period of two years. The previous tenant ran a beauty shop called “Momma Ling’s” that offered everything from hair styling to nail treatments to spray tans to drugs– yes, drugs. Evidently the beauty business wasn’t paying enough so Momma Ling– real name Cynthia Davidson– branched out into various prescribed and non-prescribed opioids. Unfortunately, Cynthia hadn’t done sufficient research on possible competition and one of the local neighborhood suppliers expressed their displeasure at her intrusion into their sales territory by shooting up the place and the people inside. In an amazing display of accuracy for street gangs, there was one and only one fatality, Cynthia “Momma Ling” Davidson. Two customers were injured by flying glass and one received a minor bullet wound in the leg, but Momma Ling’s Beauty Shop and Drug Emporium was permanently closed. Evidently, Cynthia Davidson wasn’t her real name either because officials could discover no valid driver’s license... or next of kin... or place of birth... or anything else. All of the equipment was evidently paid for, so once the police released the crime scene, the lease was voided out by the owners of the strip mall and it was just a matter of Stan cleaning everything out and making it look like Momma Ling’s had never existed. The one problem was that all of the equipment had to be stored for at least two years in case some creditor– or relative– stepped forward to claim it. So, one of the terms of the remodeling contract was that Stan had to store the furnishings, for a monthly fee of course, for 24 months. Then it was his to dispose of in whatever way he saw fit. Almost everything was taken apart and stored in the back of his anal fisting garage at home. But the technical aspects of a self-applying spray tanning booth fascinated him. So did the possible selling price. Stan figured if he kept the booth in working order, then at the end of the two years he could sell it for at least five or six grand. The problem was that it had to be used regularly to prevent the pumps, seals, and nozzles from drying out. He thought he could just cycle it every so often, but except for the cleaning cycle, the booth was programed not to run unless a person was inside it. And whatever you put anal in the tubes for the tanning agent had to be just the right consistency or the program would error out. That meant using real fake tan stuff when you ran it. So, once every two months, Stan would mix up a batch of faux tan and step into the machine. The first couple times he did that, the results were, at best, mixed. Fortunately, there was also a removal cycle that sprayed a solution that would take latina off anything that had been applied, even days or weeks later. After one of his worst initial attempts where he made a major mistake mixing the tan colors he stepped out of the booth a deep, all-over red. “I know what I am wearing next Halloween,” he said to himself in the mirror. He carefully wrote down exactly what he had done before resetting the booth to a removal cycle. With his skin dyed a deep red, Stan figured he could wear anything... or nothing... to the next Halloween party. But he still needed a gimmick that would put it over the top. So he turned hardcore to his cousin, Mark, who worked supplying special props to the movie industry. “What you need is horns,” Mark said. “But they have to ass fucked appear only when you want to show that you are horny.” He then laughed at his own joke. Stan just scowled at him, but Mark said, “No, seriously. I’ve got these horns that glue to your hair and scalp. You just comb the rest of your hair over the little nubs. When you want them, just press on either one of them and they pop up slowly. You can make it look like you are just pulling your hair out of the way. Then when you want the horns to disappear again, just push on both of them slowly and the special springs push back down until the catch engages again.” She turned and ran. After the first couple of meetings, Ramona came to the rink either alone or with James. “No, I was going to but our blacksmith is away on business.” Emily said. It soothed away any lingering ache from using my powers for the first time. “Then there times when I sat on a girlfriends face and had my photo taken by her man, and in ass fucked some cases her lady. This time though she squirts a little bit and it hits me in the face. Belinda reached her orgasmic peak soon after the ladies joined us in bed. I anal licked my pinky finger and pushed it slowly into her ass. For one thing, he was hardcore surrounded by four bare-chested muscle studs in ski masks, who'd already gang raped him anal fisting twice. Seems like a waste to drain you right now. Besides, it’s just so hard to get over the fact that she lied to me.” I rubbed my clit faster and faster, pressing harder on my nub. It’s so nice to see you.” Items were tossed all over the room, scattering the floor. I moaned again. I felt every crevice and vein of his latina cock slide in as my face sunk down his pole, my nose stopped in his soft pubic bush. The picture was so good that I could even see the droplets of her juices on her lips. Julia likes to pretend she’s still an innocent, god-fearing nun, but she hasn’t been that person since I stuck a finger up her ass.” I laughed, but the mirth died to a frown, “Maybe the façade was always there,” I muttered, more to myself than Brandon, “maybe I just missed it. "Is she home yet?" "Look, something came up. “Come to think of it… he kinda reminds me of your father.” As they entered their rooms expecting moderate size rooms they each stopped and stared, as their jaws dropped with awe of the size and of each of their rooms. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore mommy, I want him to take my virginity.” I whimpered making her kinda moan and smash her pussy against my leg so so hard. Driving to their villa I learned a lot about Josef. Nicole may have talked a big game, but it didn’t escape me that as soon as her bare ass was revealed to me, she let out an itty bitty moan. We had just landed at Tokyo International Airport and I was burned out. He wanted to say 'Stop'. Opening her sweet lips, she engulfed my penis and started to move up and down slowly. My tongue danced on the underneath side of his massive prick, exploring this invading flesh.
  • Okay, dude. "Don't be a dick," I sighed and stood up straight pulling a serious face as I looked myself up and down. I guess every kid grows up wanting to look like Tom Cruise but all I could see was a teenage Fred Flinstone staring back at me. Bad hair and all. Thanks, Dad. Awesome genes. I turned to profile, sucked in my gut, puffed out my chest, and held my breath. Alright, that doesn't look so bad. Then I let out a long slow gasp and watched my belly flop forward over the top of my pyjama bottoms. Dude, I need to work the fuck out like yesterday. Ride a bike. Go for long walks or something. Stepping right up to the mirror, I gurned this way and anal that pulling faces as I checked for zits or spots. Nope, thankfully I had avoided all that shit. On the spur of the moment, I stripped off my bottoms and stood there checking out my equipment as I considered my limp dick as it hung down over my prominent ball sack. It looked slightly red which wasn't surprising considering how it had been used and abused these past anal fisting few days. I grabbed it by the foreskin and stretched it out like a piece of elastic. Gee, there was a thing. Could you actually wear your cock out by wanking too much? Even as that thought crossed my mind, I saw myself begin to stiffen up until Dick Dastardly was at full mast as I twisted this way and that thrusting my crotch forward like an idiot. You're latina eighteen and a bit, dude. Maybe you need to act like it. Especially now. One thing was true enough though as I turned so I could see my flabby ass in all its droopy glory in the mirror and that was getting a blow job was way better than getting it done by hand. It felt like that would be as good as it gets sex-wise. I began to wonder what would happen next and all sorts of freaky things crossed my mind. But that's the thing with expectation and an over-active imagination. Sometimes what you imagine will happen doesn't.*** When Mom came home from work I was already waiting hardcore for her in the ass fucked hallway. Surprised, she removed her jacket and hung it up on the rack. "Oh!" she said when she saw me standing there leaning against the wall, "Hello you," She reached up and ran her hands through her thick blonde hair. She looked slightly frazzled as she scooted off her black shoes, "What a day I've had. Do this. “Well, let’s start with sex.” I smile. It has to be conducted off campus. "Don't worry Katie . . . Fortunately the room we were in was not carpeted and had wooden floors. She lay back amongst the toys again to enjoy her latest climax. There was nothing sexier to him than a woman pleasuring herself. For the next hour, man after man raped her. I look in the mirror and latina even I think it looks good. You tell me that you have to attend the council at 2... hardcore you'd be free by 7 and you'd come over to my place. "Tongue me, I want your tongue. “Well, not to be mean or anything but you’ve never had a cock inside you before, neither did I until a little while ago, but you anal see... it’s complicated... I looked over at him and said "Is there something wrong sir "� I felt his latex gloved fingers take hold of my clit ring and move it in all directions. I was being spit roasted by two black men causing my cock to spill its own load over my anal fisting body. She said many have tried and only one got to the prize stud. “Women will be sitting there reading your story and will suddenly feel ass fucked a tiny hand or tongue on their nipples.” He eased his hand from her mouth and she collapsed on his chest, hugging him tight. Light filled the cracks and shone outward onto the room as the statue began to shake. After many long minutes of having her ass-hole reamed with fingers and tongue.