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DSL (D*ck S*cking Lips)
the central idea of DSL was taken from a story called "sometimes life
sucks" by Mr. Mistique. although it was a cliffhanger, it was never
finished. i loved the story so much i thought i would write a story
that takes place years later. i would encourage you to read the
original story, and email the author. as for me, if i can think of
some situation that would be fun to put dee in, i will write another.
so... if you like this, or have ideas of what situations to put dee
in, feel free to drop me a line at [email protected] and put
"fictionmania" in the subject line. feedback is very important. i'm
more interested in writing something that is appreciated, as i am sure
most authors here are.
thanks!
~mya
DSL (D*ck S*cking Lips)
by
M. Mya Honey
"to look at me you would never know about me. what i am, i mean.
although i am attractive, to say the least, there is little that would
clue you in to what i really am. i have been called a femme fatale, a
bombshell, a slut, and a ice queen. i cultivated the first two, the
others are a matter of perspective. my style is a kind of modern
'retro' look that is not too rigid. my voice, as well, is a
construction, much like the rest of me. i talk, slowly, laconically.
i've been told i have a voice like honey. my body, is not the rail
thin look that is in vogue. atleast not in any issues after the
1950's. i am hourglass shaped, having a heart shaped ass, and
voluptuous 38 d boobs. i am, some would say, a dream girl, but my
greatest asset, is none of these. my greatest feature is my DSL's or
Dick Sucking Lips.
i really am quite proud of them. i have heard them talked about
jealously by other women, lustily by men, and adoringly by those
fortunately enough to have been sucked by me. i have been told that
they make angelina jolie's look miniscule, i like to think of them as
both bee-stung, and bow shaped. and while no one would ever describe
my lips as anything less that fat, my mouth really isn't too wide.
infact,i would be my dentist's least favorite client were it not for
my little talent.
it is true i started life as a boy, if anyone were to ask, i could not
say that i was transexual, although i do transcend normal labels of
sex and gender. i like to think of myself as a DSL. an acronym that a
black lover of mine (with a huge dick, i might add), it stands for
dick sucking lips, but i say that it IS what i am it's because i think
of myself as little other than a living object whose purpose-- whose
sole purpose-- is to milk dicks, or to position myself to milk them.
i do not have primary sexual organs. at least, not in the normal
sense. no. my sex, my sexual organs are all located if not in my
mouth, then my throat. they were all refashioned, reconfigured and
remade so that i get off whenever my mouth is engaged in being filled
and sucking. it is a drug, a joy, and a curse. down below, between my
legs, where most have either a dick or a pussy, i have neither. no
balls, no lips, no vagina, no ovaries, no shaft, no head. simply a
tiny, discrete hole. of course, i do have an ass, but by design my
prostate was removed. i can glean no pleasure from it.
i mentioned that all of this was done intentionally. and it was. not
by me, but my late wife, vicki, who took an average guy, and made me
into this. it was supposed to be my punishment, it was supposed to
teach me a lesson, and i suppose that initially it did. born a genetic
female, vicki was also remade into my perfect mate, an extremely well
hung shemale. i loved vicki and her dick more than any man or woman
could. i worshiped it. it seemed like it was made for me, and i, it.
as indeed we were made for each other. her rod filled me, reaching
parts that hungered for a cock as large and as thick as hers. it
wasn't long after the change that my body, my mouth-- my dsl's--
became accustomed to being constantly used by her, to having her
precum, her jizz. the second she came home from work, i could not help
but to drop to my knees, and take her in. i was addicted, and she knew
it. she took to calling me "pet" and made me wear a collar with an
engraved dog tag. the very thought of her had me climbing the walls.
it got so bad sometimes i would become woozy, in a bimbo-ish fog,
foaming at the mouth, with no thought other than to have her fucking
my throat.
her cum was a whole 'nother obsession. to tease and torment me she
would shoot her enormous loads everywhere but my mouth just to watch
me franticly lick the floor, walls, or anything else her milk happened
to land on, desperate to get every drop. this was a game vicki played
with relish. she enjoyed seeing me humiliated in this fashion. we
would go into filthy bathroom stalls, porno theatres, gas stations,
parking lots... she loved driving somewhere, jerking off in the car,
but when it was time to cum, she would tell me to get out of the car,
then shoot in some semi-public place, returning to the car to watch as
i desperately tried to lap up her girl juice before someone discovered
me. if the weather was awful outside she would "wax the car" if you
know what i mean, leaving me to lick it clean. seeing me debased
wasn't even enough. soon, i became her toilet, she would snap her
fingers and i would drop whatever i was doing, kneel in front of her.
she would take her gigantic member from beneath he skirt, and put the
head of her cock on my plump lips. then i would suck until her entire
shaft was deep in my tiny mouth, and then she would pee down my
throat. even the thought of it still makes me weak in the knees. i
know some people might find it disturbing, but my throat is my sex
organ now, and different sensations there are incredibly erotic. i
simply can't stimulate them any other way.
and i need stimulation. i was used to constantly being used. so when
my wife passed, i didn't know what to do with myself."
i am sure i looked like hell. my clothes were torn, caked with cum, my
hair a mess. luckily i didn't need much make up, i still looked hot.
that was obvious. before, the police officer had a skeptical look on
his face. now he was playing with himself thru his pants. perhaps he
was just testing me, but all the same, his hand was in his pocket, but
there was no mistaking what he was doing. and there was no mistaking
the hunger that was taking over me. i was like a vampire. the urge was
so strong sometimes, and when someone was obviously turned on by
me.... my eyes began to glaze over, involuntarily, i made moaning
sounds. my mouth opened, i began to drool. in a matter of seconds i
had been turned from sexy to sex object. i began to rock back and
forth. "please.....please...." a supervisor, who must have been
watching behind the one way mirror that took up the room, burst in,
and whispered in the officer's ear: "joey is recording this. let's
have some fun." the first officer, taking that as his cue stood up and
no sooner did he, then i was at his zipper, lapping at his pants like
a hungry dog. "fuck! look at this bitch! who would have thought?" he
grabbed the back of my head and shoved it against his crotch. "i know.
"the second officer said." i saw her when she came in the place. i
thought that she was some bitch who thought she was too good for us.
been a long time since i had a bitch this hot. but that
story...c'mon!" he came around behind me and shoved me forward,
lifting my skirt as he pulled out his dick. without looking, he tried
to find my non-existing pussy. it seems he didn't believe me. i was
too preoccupied with my now filled mouth. he wasn't well hung, but i
was so hungry, it still sent shivers up and down my spine. "whatever."
the first cop said, " all's i know is....mmmmmfff... this is some of
the most amazing head...fuck, danny, you gotta try this." danny, the
second cop's mouth was open. "her story was true, ed. this bitch ain't
got no pussy. there is just this hole. she's like a barbie doll with
an asshole." danny paused before deciding a hole is a hole, and trying
to force his way in my backdoor. i moaned in pleasure as i quickly
brought ed to climax. "mmmmmmmmmmfuuuuuuuuuuuck! i licked my lips and
turned around, wanting danny's member. joey seeing what was going on
came into the room with two other guys, who took the handcuffs off me,
and locked the door. soon i had a dick in each of my hands, one in my
mouth and one jerking off waiting to get in my mouth.
the funny thing was, it was a situation like this that landed me here
in this office. my evening started off innocently enough, a guy who
liked using me wanted to thank me, or maybe he just wanted to take a
hot girl to a rock show. either way, i had to go to the bathroom and
was standing in the ladies room, when he suggested i go into the men's
restroom, since there were a few women who were doing it to beat the
line. i didn't really give it much thought, but i think he might have
been setting me up. when i walked into the mens room, the guys weren't
staring at the walls, as men do when they are at a urinal, they were
all cock out facing the door. facing me. i was doomed. i dropped to my
knees, they formed a line, and well we were off to the races. my
companion was collecting money from the guys in line. i didn't--
couldn't care. new guys would come in and talk to the guy who just
finished up. "really the best blow job?" "wow i never would have
thought a girl like that..." "shit, she is going for it!" "i've never
seen anyone who loved cock like that."
soon guys were running out of the restroom, grabbing their friends,
and i had a circle of guys jerking off watching me. there was a line
out of the restroom. guys were waiting just to see me, even though
they payed at least 100 bucks to see the rock group. this, it seems
was a much rarer performance. guys watching couldn't wait, and would
come up and shoot on me, i would try to lap up as much as i could,
licking shoes, pantlegs, hands what have you, before returning to
stiff dicks that were stiffer than when i briefly left them. some
guys got impatient and tried to fuck me, my companion tried to warn
them, but they wouldn't listen. someone tried to jump the line, and i
really didn't care who's dick was in my mouth and a shoving match
began. that's when the cops showed up.
and that is how i met the guys. most of them work at the stadium to
make extra money, finding me was a bonus. after they had their fun
with me they cleaned me up--at length-- the stadium supervisor took a
long hot shower with me at the facility, titty fucking me and fucking
my ass as i lapped up some come as it headed twards the drain. they
gave me a cop shirt and a belt and took me up to one of their security
rooms. and took turns while the concert went on. the supervisor was
a swinger, and was always looking for a 'foxy girl' to take to the
parties. so i ended up moving in with him. seems he loved watching me
suck as much as getting sucked by me so he has monthly "employee
meetings" where i am passed around. and then there is the video tape.
that got passed around too. i became infamous. i wanted to sell it as
a porno, but most of the guys are cops, so they'd lose their jobs, and
i can't have that. so it is just amongst the guys as work....and some
of their cop friends.
the fellas say i'm the 'team mascot' some say i'm their pet. but more
often than not, they call me Dee. as in D.S.L. and have my number on
speed dial. it's a good arrangement. i never get pulled over or get a
ticket anymore. and they know what i need, and i know what they need.
i stay at each of their houses for a night a month. i've got a very
busy schedule now. sometimes they take me out to dinner if they feel
like it, and i get to see all the rock shows. sometimes they me to
friends, or whatever. i keep their secrets too. i know what each of
their kinks are. ed likes to pretend to be me. i wear a strap on and
fuck his face then his ass. danny likes little school girl outfits,
joey likes boys, and gets guys over to his place promising the best
blow job ever. i never see my companion who took me to that first
show. he calls me, still, years later, but i simply haven't the time.
i've got mouths to feed. namely mine.
the end.
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