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The Convention
(For anyone hoping for a finish to "Press The Button", I promise you I'm
working on it! For now, I hope this one can tickle your fancy a little.
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"Man, these girls are banging' this year," Sean muttered to himself. He
passed a demo girl showing off a cell phone game, decked out in a
partly-unzipped racing uniform, and through the crowd he managed to
sneak behind her to pinch her ass. She flinched, her face flush with
anger with a deep intake of breath. Her eye twitched as she struggled
to maintain composure, and it took all that Sean had to not turn back.
His second-largest turn-on was the pinch; his first was the look on
their faces once they realized what that pinch was.
But he had already found his next mark. He moved slowly toward a young
white girl, forced into a skin-tight R2-D2-themed dress near the
breaking point. Her shining blond hair flowed like a golden river
halfway down her back, right above one of the most full and prominent
behinds he had seen outside of a browser window. When she turned
slightly to address another patron Sean found her not just full at the
bottom, but proud and perky at the top. He started salivating. Her
attention was elsewhere, but his was locked on and he made a beeline
just for her.
His hand was extended when she turned, and brushed her leg. He tried to
play it off, scared that he'd been found out, but she looked at his
hand, looked back to his eye, and smiled. She reached into the folder
she was holding and pushed forward a sheet of paper. Her strapped bosom
bounced when her arm stopped moving.
"How would you like an interview with some of our higher-ups?" she asked
in a chirpy voice with her head cocked to the side. Sean's eyes slowly
oozes from her ample cleavage, down her silky-smooth-skinned arm, to her
carefully manicured hands holding the paper. Sean looked back up to her
eyes, which were locked on his. They were an enticing icy blue. He
took the page and she pointed to a center booth on the show floor.
"Just take that and show it to the girl behind the counter there-" Her
finger whirled in the air in the booth's general direction. "-and
they'll set you up for the interview. OK?" That finger moved to a few
loose strands of hair. She stepped back toward her booth and turned
away. Sean looked down at the paper, found a few questions on it, but
didn't read them. Instead he redirected his attentions to the center
booth.
"I do have a job to do here," he said, glancing to his lanyard and badge
as he walked.
He found the desk, and handed the paper to the woman. She looked just
as beautifully put together as R2, but was dressed in a conservative
business suit, which was more conspicuous for the environment; not even
the foreign business around the convention floor were dressed so
professionally. She looked over the page, then her face grew into a
beaming smile aimed right at him. She stood and opened the door behind
her, holding it open and standing straight as a board. Sean mentally
compared how straight she stood with how straight he felt. His pants
felt welded to him.
"Th-thank you," he managed to sputter, and he walked inside. She closed
it quietly behind him.
The small room was covered, a rarity for the high-ceilinged hall they
were in. There was only a loveseat, a bare-rim mirror over the
loveseat, and a small wooden table inside carrying a smattering of
magazines. Sean sat down on the couch and looked over the magazines,
then to the door he walked through, then to a second door on the other
side of the room. He wondered who would be coming in; he'd never
bothered to ask.
Picking up a random magazine he stared at the logo and the woman on the
cover. It was red-headed starlet, advertising a movie. She was cute,
but not really to Sean's tastes. He dropped it and picked up another,
another young woman advertising an album, her puckered lips kissing the
camera and glowing under the staged lighting, her mocha-brown skin
unblemished. He stared at her.
"Now THAT'S more like it," he whispered to himself. He heard the
opposite door opening and a man walked through in a business suit.
"So, are you my two o'clock?" the man asked. He was a towering figure,
filling his suit with broad shoulders and a clearly muscular chest. An
arm that stretched the material of his sports coat was thrust forward
with an open hand. Sean took it, not knowing what to say. The business
man looked at the magazine still in Sean's hand.
"Ah-ha," he said. "Should do just fine." Sean looked at him, confused.
"Now... let's get this interview going, shall we?"
The man took off his sport coat and tossed it casually to the floor, and
Sean stood up both confused and compelled.
"I don't think I'm in the right place," Sean tried to say. But he
couldn't even turn to look for the door. Instead he stared at this
intimidating man, who by then was starting to unbutton the top of his
dress shirt. After the second button he started for the third, then
stopped.
"Let's find out faster than," the businessman said. His hands left his
shirt completely and, instead, dropped and unbuckled his belt.
Sean could do nothing but watch, horrified. His mind was racing. /Why
am I not moving? This guy's just taking his clothes off, what the
hell's go-/
The businessman dropped his pants and underwear in one stroke, and Sean
was shocked. The man's penis was pointed directly at him, and Sean
stared at it, baffled. It was a terrifying sight, thick and massive to
Sean's eyes.
"Come here," the businessman said. Sean's mind began to race, the fear
mixing his thoughts. But without his say-so, his legs started to move,
and in three steps he was right in front of the man, who looked down.
"It looks like we're both ready to go, doesn't it."
Sean looked down as well. His own erection was still there from his
moments with the R2 girl and the business lady, and the view was dwarfed
by the man's exposed cock and balls. Sean looked back up to the man's
eyes at least six inches above him.
"Well?" the businessman said.
/I need to suck his cock./
The thought rang through Sean's mind in a husky voice that sounded
familiar, but alien between his ears. Sean dropped to his knees in a
trance, and looked at the massive member that was now just below eye
level.
/WHAT AM I DOING!?/ Sean mentally screamed. The man's cock was bouncing
with his heartbeat and his muscular legs were smooth and defined.
Sean's hands were shaking, and his eyes darted between the legs to avoid
looking at the appendage in front of him. He looked up to find the man
looking down at him.
"What are you waiting for?" the businessman said.
/I need to suck his cock./ The voice rang through again, this time with
an insistent tone. His eyes held the businessman's gaze for a moment,
then looked back down. The penis stood there proudly, inches from his
face, and it suddenly didn't seem so intimidating. It wasn't scaring
him. He absently licked his lips and, hesitantly, he stuck out his
tongue and touched the tip. It bobbed when he pulled his tongue back.
/That wasn't so bad,/ he thought, then shook his head. His head swished
more than it rightfully should, and it registered in some part of his
brain, but his attention stayed forward.
"I... I can't..." he forced out, then looked up. The businessman was
watching him, with a look of authority and control. Sean felt very
small by comparison, and averted his gage back forward.
/I NEED to suck his cock./
Sean felt the man's head gently touch the back of his head, pushing him
slowly closer to the penis before him. He wanted to turn away. The
hand wouldn't let him. Relegated to where he was, the voice so calming
in his head, he opened his mouth just a little in preparation when, with
a strength Sean knew he had, the businessman forced his cock into Sean's
mouth in one smooth, fast motion. It hit the back of his throat without
any gagging. Sean's eyes squeezed shut and he saw stars, his entire
body relaxing at once.
/So good!/ the voice moaned.
Balancing himself by grabbing the businessman's tree trunk legs Sean
tried to pull back, tried to tense up, and he moved a little backward,
but was quickly pressed back forward. A tear formed at the corner of
Sean's eye from the force.
/SO GOOD!/ the voice moaned again.
Sean pulled back a second time, his mouth full and his lips feeling
bruised, and his breath pulled back in his mouth. His tongue by
instinct lifted from his jaw and ran along the bottom of the man's dick,
a twinge of sweat laced with his own saliva, making the skin slick. He
tried to ignore the taste, but the salt of the sweat was too distinct
and pungent. Forcing his eyes open he moved his hands up the man's
legs. Hands, that he found, were a deep mocha brown.
He pulled back again, his hands never moving but his arms extending, the
color lightening as he looked further and further back, and the cock
head still between his lips.
/What's happening to me!?/ he mentally cried out, his silent voice
cracking. The hand on his head gripped a handful of hair, some loose
strands of dark brown falling in kinks to his eyes, and he was quickly
pushed from the head to the base of the cock yet again.
/I LOVE THIS!/ the husky voice cried out.
/PLEASE STOP!/ the cracking voice cried back.
/MORE!/ the husky voice countered.
Sean pulled back, then as if sensing the force that would come pushed
forward himself, at his own pace. His tongue once again lifted, then
rubbed along the bottom of the cock in his mouth. He could feel his own
cock in his trousers, his underwear feeling tighter and tighter.
/My hands... my hair... what is this and why does it feel so... so.../
/SO GOOD!/ the husky voice finished his sentence for him.
"You're damn right," the businessman said, then pulled Sean's hair and
completely from the cock in front of him. A lingering string of saliva
kept the mouth and dick connected a moment longer. The businessman
angled Sean's face to look at him, then let go of his hair. Sean tried
to stand, but his legs felt like lead, and he struggled to stand.
"Let me help you," the muscled business man said as he helped lift,
seemingly effortlessly, Sean under the shoulders. He stood, wobbly, and
was directed toward the couch where he spotted the mirror. Sean's mouth
opened wide.
What had started out as a pale, pock-marked young white man was
displaying the face of an ebony goddess, with a small upturned nose and
full, pouting brown lips. His hair fell around him in shoulder-length
kinks, and his eyes were sharp at the edges with a soulful brown/hazel
hue. He stared into those eyes, then tried to step forward and fell
onto the couch.
"Let me help you," the businessman said.
"No, stop..." Sean said, his reply weak and cracking, a woman's husky
voice leaving his full lips.
The businessman gently unzipped the fly of Sean's jeans and, gripping
both the denim and boxers simultaneously, peeled them off of thick and
long brown legs. He could feel the full ass underneath him as the cloth
left, relenting to the man's fingers but springing back into sculpted,
rounded globes of taut flesh. His left leg was propped up on the arm of
the loveseat and he saw the tiny toes and smooth lines of his calf. He
couldn't help but feel aroused at the sight, but not as much as he had
been looking at the women earlier. Trying to prop himself on his
bronzed elbows he looked between his legs, then dropped a silky arm down
between them. He had felt the blood in his penis, he was sure of it,
but he found only a damped opening.
"What... whatisgo-" he slurred. The businessman removed his shirt
completely, his rippled chest exposed at last, and Sean stopped trying
to speak.
/He's so handsome./
The man stepped closer and gripped the edges of Sean's shirt. "Let me
take this for you," he said, the thick fabric between his fingers.
Weakly Sean lifted up one arm, then the other, seeing the brown color of
his skin tapering off as it reached his shoulders.
"You're ready," the businessman said with a flick of his heavily-
developed pec.
"Ready for what?" Sean's cracking voice asked.
"And it's my favorite part," the business man said with a smirk and a
glance. He positioned himself between Sean's legs, lifting his
otherwise-dangling right leg onto his shoulder. Sean's eyes went wide.
/Oh no,/ he thought. /Oh no oh no ohnoohno.../
The businessman thrust forward, and in record time forced his porn star
cock into Sean's new orifice.
"OH YES!" Sean's new voice cried out.
/Why does this feel... how does this feel.../
"So good!" the voice followed.
The businessman started to fill him, then nearly pulled all the way out
before filling him completely again, his large hand resting on Sean's
tightening stomach and his thumb teasing at the newly-developed
clitoris. Sean threw his head back and moaned.
/This CAN'T be so... so good.../ Sean's breaking voice echoed in his
head. /He's so.../
"So big," Sean moaned to the businessman.
"And just like you," the man said with a grunt. "Just like you, it's a
ten."
Sean arched his back with every thrust. He started to take deeper and
deeper breaths, in time with each stroke. The businessman gripped
Sean's broad hips with both massive paws, then lifted Sean up by the
small of the back to arch himself in further.
"And do you know why this is my favorite part, Shannon?" the businessman
asked.
"My name... ooooohhhhhis-isn't..." Sean weakly protested.
"It's because of this," the man said. With one hand he held Sean by the
hips, and with his other he slid across Sean's now darkened belly, up to
his darkening chest, pinching on the nipple. Sean's head snapped back
forward with his hair whipping his eyes.
"OMIGOD!" Sean cried. He forced his eyes open at great pains, and he
watched as every breath his took expanded his chest, then when breathing
out never quite deflated it. Color washed over him and, as the
businessman shifted his attention between each nipple, he watched as
they filled and grew, steadily, into developed breasts.
Sean fell back onto the couch, awash in the sensations between the
attention on his hyper-sensitive chest and the increasingly-powerful
fucking his new pussy was receiving.
/This is... too... too good.../
"Say it, Shannon!" the man called.
/My name... my name isn't.../
"Say it to me Shannon!"
/My... name is.../
"SHANNON!" she cried, broken by the pleasure. She threw her arms over
his neck and pulled him to her, their kiss intense and deep, her will to
enjoy their fucking as much as the businessman. The man obliged, his
tongue invading her mouth and his hand roughly grabbing her breast.
They continued fucking like two crazed rabbits for a few minutes more,
her octaves rising higher and higher as, together, they reached their
epic climax simultaneously, their bodies entwined and glistening with
sweat. Out of breath, she stayed on the couch, appreciating the feel of
her large and full mammaries shifting with every breath taken. The
businessman stood and watched her for a moment, taking in the sight; her
long legs draped sensuously over the armrest, leading to wide hips
propped up by a large and smooth backside, tapered by a whisper-thin
waist and a stomach with just a hint of definition. The waist expanded
to the top of the hourglass figure with two large breasts, standing
proud, with large think nipples topping them standing at attention in
the humid fuck-sweat air that she breathed in with her small nose, a
satisfied smile pulling at the corners of her full and fuckable mouth.
A manicured hand pulled her hair back and away from her sharp, clear,
almost dangerous eyes.
"Shannon?" the businessman said, collecting his discarded clothing from
around the room.
"Yes, Mr. Lassiter?" Shannon purred, stretching her long legs
provocatively.
"Shannon, I'm going to need you outside in about a half-hour to hand out
some marketing material, can you do that for me beautiful?"
Shannon turned to lay on her side, her breasts shifting to face the man.
"Call me that again and I'll do whatever you like," she said.
The man smiled. "Which would you like to hear again, beautiful?"
She tingled and feigned a shudder.
"That one," she said.
Mr. Lassiter opened the door he had come in through, reaching behind it,
then pulled out a shirt and a pair of lycra boy-shorts. "Just wear
these and we can continue later, Shannon," he said. She threw her legs
around and stood pouting in front of the couch.
"Not again right now?" she whimpered.
Mr. Lassiter stepped toward her and dropped the clothes on the small
table, covering up the magazine Sean had been ogling.
"After work's over beautiful, we can get back to your... training."
Rowan
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