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Here's a new story, my first attempt. Of course, it's
inspired by artist Eric Stanton.
Mysty Mason
Sue Dexter Chapter One
When Robert Dexter was quite young old, he was
diagnosed at his yearly dental check-up as suffering
from an acute attack of a virulent gum and tooth
disease, although he, himself, was experiencing no
discomfort. The initial diagnosis was performed by
Dr. Janet Cutler, and the extractions by an oral
surgeon, Dr. Ruth Miller, both recent but extremely
competent medical professionals.
"Well, Sue," Dr. Miller said, "He'll never bite
anyone, all baby teeth and permanent seed teeth are
gone." Sue and Ruth exchanged a secret smile and
looked down at the diminutive Robert, who was not
fully over the effect of anesthetics. "There are a
few more things I could remove from him, if you'd
like," Ruth offered. "There's not much down there
anyway."
"You know," Sue whispered, "I like the idea of being
able to tease him, and for that he needs desire and
frustration. No, let's leave him intact... for now.
There is always time for him to catch another
'disease' later."
???
Sue Dexter wheeled her son to their car and helped
him into the front seat, fastened his seat belt and
drove towards their country home. She thought about
how much interest he was beginning to pay to her, how
he watched her when she crossed her long, sleek legs,
or got dressed up to go out. She had had small video
cameras set in the bathrooms and his bedroom, and she
would monitor him from her laptop office watching him
fondle her most intimate, delicate underwear that she
would leave for him to find in the bathroom. She
mused about the day she would "accidentally" walk in
while he had a pair of her panties in his mouth and a
black stocking wrapped around his little penis.
The divorce had been so, so stressful. Robert's
father was quite the asshole. His massive fortune
ended up being split between them, and his half, most
of it, as far as Sue was concerned was becoming hers
as well on a check-by-check, week-by-week basis.
Blackmail was such a sweet thing, effectively done.
???
Years before, Sue had meet Robert's father at a
summer camp for rich kids. She was a counselor; he
was a member of the camp's board of directors. Within
three scandalous months they were married. She could
not believe how well her plan had worked, and when
her child was a boy, she was ecstatic. She would
divorce the father, keep the son, and have the wealth
and the young little slave she had always wanted. By
the time she was nineteen, she had her own estate
with cook, gardener and help. She was on her way.
Little Robert was on his way too, he just didn't know
where.
???
Sue first met Clarissa at the exercise club. It was
pretty exclusive; that's why she went there. There
were two types of women there, those who already had
their groins "supplemented" with princks, and those
who were on their way, but needed a little more
information. Clarissa loved talking about it.
"Look, Sue. It's like this. You go into the FemTech
clinic on a Friday afternoon. You get a bath, a
massage, and a princk. By Sunday noon you're fully
recovered, and in a week you're ready for action. In
fact, it's terribly 'hard' to hold off for that long,
and you don't really have to. There's no scars, no
pain, just a powerful urge to penetrate any male
around you. You're already powerfully built, with the
testosterone added, you'll just get stronger, and
more feminine as well. Your natural estrogen pumps to
offset the testosterone. It's the best of both
worlds. And, honey, get a big one, like I did. You'll
love it."
Clarissa loved to show off; she slipped off her
leotard. As always, the entire gym grew silent. It
was the first time Sue had seen Clarissa do this.
Clarissa's princk, a long thick snake hung between
her legs. She placed her right hands around the shaft
and gave it a gentle caress and then drew back her
hand and stared at Sue. But Sue was not looking at
Clarissa; her eyes were on her python. Silently, and
with a powerful unstoppable force, the thing began to
grow (how was that possible) and thicken and rise
until it was pointing straight at Sue.
"Would you like a closer look," whispered Clarissa.
Sue squeaked back, "I don't think so."
Large dollops of goo began to leak and fall from
Clarissa's princk, and her breathing changed.
One of the other princkesses, Jennifer, came over and
stood between them, and hissed at Sue, "Quick, leave
the room. Now!"
Sue slowly, then quickly back away and ran into the
locker room.
"Clarissa, cut it out! You scared the shit out of
her. She's big, BIG, money."
Clarissa recognized her friend, Rita, and began to
come down from the edge. "Oh, yes, of course, you're
right. But she is so hot. I wanted her."
Now there was an immediate problem in the gym?a fully
erect and sexually engorged princkmistress. Erections
in the gym were not unusual; it was a "normal" way of
life for these endowed women, but Clarissa was often
a little eccentric and out of control. She was still
breathing heavy, panting, and her eyes were darting
around. Clarissa was still dangerous.
"Get Roger in here," Jennifer yelled.
Roger was the club's masseuse, an "old" man in his
early 30's, who had handled one of Clarissa's raging
hard-ons before. Clarissa's eyes were beginning to
glow and narrow. Roger came into the gym, running. He
stopped short when he saw who it was.
"I... want... him... bound..." Clarissa panted.
He turned to escape, but Jen had him first, by the
shoulders, then the neck, then with a knee on his
back, then with the Velcro wrapped around his elbows,
a second around his wrists, all behind him. Jennifer
stood up and grabbed Roger by his hair yanking him to
his knees in front of Clarissa.
"Don't kill him," Jen screamed at Clarissa, but she
was in a sexual fury at this point.
Clarissa's princkhead waved menacingly before Roger's
face. "Get his dentures out," Jen said, and Melissa,
another princkster, ran over and pinched Roger's jaws
apart and pulled the dentures and threw them to the
floor muttering, "These are always slowing us down!"
A stomp from her powerful foot crushed them beyond
repair.
Roger was visibly shaking. "Noo, pleath don't!"
Clarissa grasped her princk and lashed him hard
across his face... once... then again... again...
again. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.
Clarissa's princk was drooling heavily. She roughly
grabbed him by his hair with her left hand and yanked
his head forward. With her right hand, she slapped
him so hard he blacked out for a second, and Clarissa
used that moment to begin the measured insertion of
her massive organ into his face... inch by thick
inch. As he began to come to, he remembered his
circumstances and began to struggle against the
Velcro bonds, but they held firm. He tried to pull
away from the monster burrowing into his mouth and
soon down his sensitive throat. Clarissa now had both
hands behind his head; she had not even begun her
thrusting, she was simply slowly pulling his mouth
over her princk, like slipping on one of her black
silk stockings that she loved to wear on her long,
lean, strong legs.
"God, she IS beautiful," thought Sue, who was peeking
in through the door, with one hand unconsciously
rubbing between her legs. "I want to do that, too,"
she mused.
Roger was good at this, he was trained and
experienced to not gag, throw-up and choke to death.
But her cum was strongly dribbling, flowing out of
her princkhead and he was having trouble swallowing
the foul stuff. It was seeping out of his mouth.
Fortunately, gravity took most of it to his chin and
dripped it on the floor, but some gushed out by his
upper lip and began to clog his nose. His hands were
tied and he couldn't do any thing but blow out as
hard as he could, forming cum bubbles expanding and
contracting on his face.
A small circle of princksters had formed around
Clarissa, Roger and Jen. Cleo, a tall, beautiful
black woman could see that Roger was done for if
someone didn't act quickly. Shrugging her powerful
shoulders, she reached back over her head, grabbed
the collar of her tight T-shirt and yanked if off,
springing free two awesomely round, firm breasts.
Princkcum is awful stuff; it's thick, viscous, foul
tasting and... seriously addictive. But now, Roger
was smothering in an extremely small quantity of it
accumulating on his upper lip, and more, way more,
was on its way. Without the ability to wipe it away,
he was dead meat, and not much fun, either. Cleo
began to wipe the princk cum off his face with her T-
shirt, and Roger immediately took a huge breath
through his nose, then another. Maybe he could
survive Clarissa, again. Maybe.
Clarissa liked the power of life and death; she was
dangerous. She was in the throes of sexual desire,
but she still knew what she liked, and she liked to
feed her desire on fear. She began to pinch Roger's
nose... then let him breathe... then pinch it again.
Roger was going crazy, literally, with fear. Clarissa
was getting higher and higher on it. His eyes were
begging her to stop, but she kept doing it and glared
heartlessly down at him.
"If she kills him, I'm going to be real pissed,"
thought Cleo. "That little white boy really knows how
to suck me long and slow. Shit."
There were only two women that Clarissa treated as
equals, and Cleo was one of them. Not only was she
bigger and stronger than Clarissa, she knew how to
bring Clarissa off so that Clarissa saw stars! Cleo
decided to try to save her favorite little male
princksucker. She started stroking Clarissa's back
with long, steady strokes, like you would a spooky
horse. Then Clarissa's magnificent ass cheeks, and
then her thighs. Cleo was on her knees behind
Clarissa, her hands lovingly stroking Clarissa's
strong, smooth legs. Cleo slowly eased her hand
between Clarissa's thighs and slid the fingers of her
right hand imperceptibly over Clarissa's anus,
brushed against her sensitive perineum, and then
explored their way past Clarissa's swollen vulva lips
into Clarissa's soppingly wet vagina.
Clarissa gasped. "Shhsssh, girl," said Cleo, "you're
going to like this."
???
Hidden behind Clarissa's magnificent heavy balls, was
a damp bog of exquisite pleasure, and Cleo knew where
all the pressure points were. God, it was wet in
there. Little rivulets of femcum began to run down
Clarissa's thighs. Unlike the princk juice, the
femcum was sweet and Cleo rewarded herself with a
long sensuous lick.
"Oh, yes, Roger's dying," Cleo thought to herself.
Cleo left hand snaked around Clarissa's left leg and
behind Clarissa's large, low-hanging ball sack and
found Clarissa's second favorite plaything, her
clitoris. She carefully began to push up the cloak on
Clarissa's hooded cobra. Her clit was thick and moist
and pulsing. Cleo began to stroke it and Clarissa
began to press forward with each stroke of Cleo's
warm hand. Clarissa's "petite princk" engorged itself
with blood and fattened and lengthened. Cleo wrapped
her fingers around it and Clarissa began to push and
hump while her clitoris slid in and out of Cleo's
hand, carefully and teasingly modulating the
pressure, the friction that Clarissa would feel.
???
Roger was barely alive now, and the thick princkcum
was at his nose again beginning to suffocate him. He
would not be the first man in the exercise room to
smother of princkcum; he would not even be the first
to do so this week; it was the new male condition.
Cleo gripped Clarissa's clit firmly and Clarissa
responded with a low grunt, and began to thrust in
earnest, driving her hips forward wildly to take
advantage of Cleo's grasp of her massive clit. Femcum
began to stream down Clarissa's legs and puddle up
around her feet. Cleo reach between Clarissa's legs
and began to pinch Clarissa's clit erotically and rub
its oh, so, tender head.
"Ahhhhhhh!" screamed Clarissa, "Yes, Yes. Yesssss!"
Clarissa's world exploded with both a vaginal orgasm
and her princk's volcanic expulsion of cum. Roger's
head was thrown about by the force of Clarissa's
violent orgasmic thrusts, but his neck was not broken
because of the massive living flesh splint Clarissa
had inserted down his throat. On the last violent
thrust, Roger, unconscious, was thrown off, and
Clarissa collapsed to her knees, panting with a look
of exhaustion and pleasure on her face. She was flush
and her princk rested on the floor between her legs,
still moving and twitching, as it very slowly began
to loss a small amount of it turgidity. Everyone
around knew that she and her princk could be
immediately ready for renewed action if provoked. No
one dared.
Jen had dragged Roger's unconscious body away from
Clarissa's princkhead and rolled him on his stomach
and removed the Velcro bonds. No one, but no one ever
gave mouth-to-mouth respiration to someone who had
been sucking princk. There was one possibility. Jen
stood above Roger and began to pound her foot, first
gently and then very hard on his lower back, middle
back and then upper back in a repeating pattern, and
he began to show some signs of life. First a quiet
moan, and then violent coughing, and then something
that Roger almost never did; he threw up. Roger did
not have the strength to get up, and he rolled to his
side and shaking he gagged and gagged and threw up
vast quantities of the princkcum. Clarissa got to her
feet and grabbed him by the back of his neck and
pushed his face into the foul puddle.
"Get a spoon," she screamed, and someone brought one
from a lunch bag. Clarissa thrust it into Roger's
shaking hand. "Now, eat every drop. Don't you dare
waste any!"
Roger looked up at Clarissa. His face was covered in
tears and princkcum and femcum, and he placed the
spoon in the goo on the floor and began to eat it,
spoonful by spoonful.
"That's a good boy," Clarissa said, and the women all
laughed."And when you're done, as a treat, you can
lick up the pool of femcum over there."
Marsha, another princkster brought Roger a window
squeegee to help him do his job, and they all laughed
again. The tension was finally gone in the room, and
Roger spent the next two hours eating and then
licking the floor clean under their laughter and
jeering eyes. But he was glad Cleo had saved him.
???
Sue was amazed and thought, "I do that, too. Hmmm, I
can practice on my little submissive Robert," and a
plan began to form in her mind....
End of Chapter One ? Sue Dexter
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