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The Meat Market By Boredsitting "Welcome to The Meat Market, boys! We promise to serve you hungry gents only the finest meat around. Satisfaction guaranteed!" The overweight pig of a man shouts at those of us entering from above dressed in a traditional butcher outfit befitting some horror movie waving around a cleaver like it's a director's wand. Whatever skin that is exposed from around the blood-stained apron is coated in dark, course body hair. Above him flashes a gigantic, old-fashioned lighted sign with the words "Meat Market" outlined in white light bulbs. God! Could this place be any more ostentatious? It's okay to have a themed club, but these guys are taking this whole "meat market" to a whole other level. "Are you sure this is where you want to go, Sven? Franky said that Club 9 is a hopping club lately," I whined. "We could go there." The people ahead of us finish showing their IDs to the bouncer and move into the large hanging, clear, plastic curtain/door, so we progress forward and show our IDs as well. "Franky has no idea what a good club is like, Ryan. This is where we're going. Case closed." Sven has always been a stubborn ass. He's lucky to be my friend. No. That's not true. I wish it were, but the truth is I don't really have any other friends. Introverts unite! Right? Independently, and in our own houses where it's safe. Sigh, I guess he keeps me around so he can have another person to boss around. So, yea. He's an ass, but I'm the chump. The bouncer lets us in, but not without giving me some weird grin like he knows something. I assume that it's just another dumb brute who thinks that Sven and I are more than friends. Right now I wish we weren't even that. We press through the plastic curtain designed to look like the entrance to a freezer complete with frigid falling fog and see a long, cement floored hallway designed in some industrial motif. Exposed silver tubes and wiring drape along stainless steel walls with halfway rusted rivets. Bland, industrial florescent light fixtures hang from the ceiling with a few random ones flickering as if they need to be changed. Random club- goers mingle about, and the music from the dance floor buzzes my insides with each beat. It takes a moment to acclimate myself to the environment. No matter the d?cor, though, clubs are all the same. Maybe the founders of this club had the right idea. Just call it like it is, a meat club. Everyone who go to these types of clubs are just looking for their slice of meat, so why not just be blunt about it. Personally, I'd like to believe that I'm better than that, but maybe my taste is a little different. Would I also just fall in line if the right piece of meat came along? I'd like to believe that I'm better than that. As we enter the main dancefloor area a large, brightly colored wall greets us as we turn. It's so jarring in such a drab, themed place. I stop and stare at it a moment as the crowd pushes us along, but Sven seems nonplussed. To our right, a kiosk juts out almost blocking our way. In it resides three very attractive girls unfortunately dressed as butchers with a large, neon sign above that says "Claim Desk". All three look as if they'd won a prize from a sweepstakes. Large grins plaster their somewhat vacant faces as they trip over awkward conversations from aroused patrons looking to score their night's digits. Don't these morons know that you're not gonna get any from the hired help? For the moment, I feel as if I should just stop and take in the ambiance of this place. It looks as if the owners really took great care to create a theme. The usual nightclub staples are here: the pounding dance music, lots of smoke, flashing lasers, and freely-offered alcoholic drinks. However, there's so much different, too. For starters, about every fifth person is walking around with a small plastic clip on their right ear. I guess they've been tagged like a cow would. Along the walls are numerous kiosks and storefronts with signs that read like a list of bad sexual-meat puns: "Tube Steak Central", "The Rump", and "The Tenderizer". I guess I was off in La-La Land too long, because I don't see Sven anywhere around. Never one to miss an opportunity to go back to my own little world, I return to observing the inside of this nasty club. It seems like a popular place, because there could be hundreds of people, mostly young and questionably attired, milling about. Quite a few of them have a square-ish, florescent clip with large, numbers or letters printed in black on their right ear. Both men and women, and I'm not sure where many of them fall between male or female, are wearing this curious tag. Clubbers these days all seem to want to blur any gender lines in an effort to get attention, sigh. It almost looks like they're wearing the same tags that cattle wear when they are auctioned off. Wow, these people are really buying into this club's shtick. "Excuse me!" a group of girls push by me from behind. One of them, wearing a tag, glances back at me and smiles. Was that a flirt? Feeling like I've lost my friend for the evening, I saunter around the club taking in the sights. The dance floor is elevated in the middle with numerous tables, bars, and booths lining the outside. Each one is decorated like a barbeque restaurant with white-and-red checkerboard table coverings and padded seats. Along the sides are some doors labeled "private suites" with what looks to be one-way mirrors beside the door. Cynically, I look for discarded peanut shells on the floor to match the motif. To my chagrin, the floor is exceptionally clean. "Here, drink this!" a voice behind me demands. I turn around to see Sven holding a shot glass with a brightly-colored, almost glowing, drink. Hesitantly, I look up at him as if to tell him that I don't like drinking weird drinks from nasty clubs. "It's fine, Ryan. I think you'll like it." Making sure that he sees me sigh, I grab the glass of radioactive- looking liquid and down it quickly before he gets too demanding. This is how he starts. Sven will continue getting more pushy until he's almost belligerent if he doesn't get his way. The drink is almost flavorless except for some berry aftertaste. Geez, the bartenders here suck. "You like?" he inquires. "Meh," I shrug not wanting to be too much of a spoilsport but also reminding him that he's the one who wants to be here. Without asking Sven reaches up to my right ear and attaches one of those stupid clips onto the earlobe. It clicks into place with what feels like a magnetic attachment. "Ouch!" I exclaim and jerk away. "You ass! What the hell?!" "Relax, it's all a part of the deal here. Just wear it and don't complain." Okay, it didn't really hurt too much. I guess it was just the surprise of him putting something on my ear that I didn't like. Still, he should have let me know before doing it. I sigh again and look around. It's not like it's uncomfortable. In fact, I can hardly feel it there. It's the weight more than the actual size that I'm noticing. If he wants me to wear one so badly, then where's his? Once again, I'm the chump. "Just let me know what's going on next time. Don't spring crap like that on me," I reply. "Whatever, dude. I'm going to find us a booth to hang out in," he explains and walks through the crowd towards the far end of the club. As I try to follow him a crowd of cheerful club-goers separate us and push me along with them. After some shuffling and bouncing around I find myself on the dancefloor in the middle of strangers as a new, booming dance song transitions. I continue unsuccessfully to squeeze my way out, but the festive crowd blocks every exit. The song is quite annoying with some girl talking about how men love her long hair in a high, almost falsetto voice. As I bounce around I can make out only a few lines repeated over and over again, "Mmm, you're a big man, but you can grab my handlebars. Bucking, pushing, fucking pressing me into the backseat of your car. I'll whip it, yea, that's what girls do. Use this long hair as we screw." It just repeats over and over again. That's what I don't like about dance music in these places. It's so repetitive, and this song takes the cake for being the most so. There's no way I'm going to spend any more time out on this dancefloor. "Care to dance with us?" a voice asks from behind. I turn around and see two girls and a very effeminate guy looking at me expectantly. The guy (?) and the tallest girl both have ear clips like me, but the elegant, if not haughty, red-head in the middle isn't. The guy is about my size with a strong tan game and dark hair. It's possible he's either Latino or from India. Like me he's dressed semi-casual with khakis and a button shirt. The taller girl stands above us impressively. Slim and athletic she's a definite hard body with long, blonde hair sporting somewhat tom-boy type clothes. It's like she's a bit more prepared to be here than the shorter guy. Between them stands a very regal redhead in revealing club attire. Her pert breasts are exposed by a thin white, schoolgirl outfit complete with plaid skirt and penny loafers. She may be dressed in a youthful schoolgirl outfit, but her arrogant glare belies a more mature, even demanding, woman. "Yea, you," the guy says as if he knows what I'm thinking. "C'mon, join us. We need a fourth." The other two girls nod their head in excited agreement. Both of them are so pretty. Somehow, though, I'm drawn to the red-head in the middle. I know that she's way out of my league, but something inside just seems to persuade me that there's a small chance. "Hey, sweetie," the red-head approaches me running her fingers through my hair teasingly. "We need a fourth so we can make our little party complete." Oh, crap she's sexy when she talks like that. Do I really want to stay out here with this horrible music and hot, sweaty air? That's when I notice her intricately braided hair. It starts at the front and rolls its way around along the hairline until it leaves the back of her head and splits off into two unbraided ponytails on each side. It almost has an Irish or Celtic look to it because it is so red. I've never really spent any time regarding people's hair, but someone did a tremendous job on it. In fact, all three of them are wearing similar hairstyles, even the guy; although his is a little less feminine. Weird. "Umm, okay?" I stammer. A second ago, I really wanted to leave, but now that these three want me to join them I guess I can stick around. At least I'm not hanging around that ass, Sven. "Good!" the red-head states and wastes no time wrapping her arm around my head and pressing herself into me for an open-mouthed, sloppy kiss. I jerk back, but she's holding me in place forcing herself onto me. Once the shock of her bubble gum flavored attack wanes, my body relaxes and I begin to relent into her affections. As we kiss, she forces the bubble gum into my mouth and I almost choke on it but recover enough to seem like I know what I'm doing. "Woo! Get em, Lilly!" the tall girl cheers and the guy loudly chuckles as if this is amusing. Slowly, her kiss begins to fade, and she releases leaving the gum with me. As she withdraws her wet lips gleam in the colored lights as a wicked grin grows across her lightly freckled face. "Sorry, hun, but you had to be initiated to join us," she whispers. "Congratulations, you're one of us now. However, you don't necessarily look the part. Come with us that I can make you more presentable." "Presentable?" I squeak probably risking them knowing that I'm a dork. The gum still has a little flavor left, so I nervously chew on it. "Why yes," she explains authoritatively. "You're going to need your own handlebars. See? We all have ours, and you need some, too." The other two agree. I'll be damned if she's not very persuasive. If this is what I need to do to get closer with this girl, then I guess I'm getting my hair done. "Okay, you can play with my hair...but nothing too crazy, okay?" I relent. All three of them squeal out in delight and immediately pull me off of the dance floor into a corner with a large, padded sofa chair. Their enthusiasm reminds me of grade school girls who get together and gossip about the boys. The red-head jumps onto the back of the chair while the other two sit on the arms. She then spreads her legs seductively and motions me to sit between them. She really knows how to work a man over. "Maybe this is the start of a good thing," I think as I plop down facing away to give her access to my hair as my mind begins to wrap itself around what's happening. Handlebars? I've never heard of them called handlebars before. It's so misogynistic. The word "handlebars" insinuates that the girl is just a vehicle to be ridden. Why would anyone want to be a simple vehicle, or in that case, ridden? People have more value than that. I mean, it was nice when she kissed me a second ago. Nice? Is that the correct word? No, it was humbling...no, exciting. She knew what she wanted from me and literally reached out to take it. I like that. For once, I wasn't the one making the move. That's never happened to me before. I wonder if she would grab them if we had sex? That sounds pretty hot. She could use my handlebars to hold onto me as fucks me. Where did that thought come from? Behind me she's taking her time pulling and tugging on my hair. I didn't realize that I had hair long enough to grab, much less to braid. In front of us, the rest of the club continues dancing to that cool song about getting our handlebars grabbed while we fuck. "All done!" she exclaims while fluffing up her handiwork on each side of my face. "I wish I had a mirror for you, but you'll just have to take my word for it." "So...what's your name?" the guy asks innocently. "Ryan." "I'm Pria," he said. He's Indian, nailed it! Wait a minute, isn't that a girl's name? "...and your hairdresser is Lilly, and that's our friend Jodi," he mentions as he gestures towards the group. "Umm, yea," the tall girl responds. "It's a pleasure, Ryan," the red-headed Lilly replies. I take this opportunity to see if they know more about these stupid clips. "What's with the clips?" I ask. "You'll find out," Lilly retorts as if it's a secret. Sensing I need to ask Sven about the clip, I excuse myself as I stand up. As I do, I can feel two long tails of hair brush the back of my neck and onto each shoulder. My hand reaches up and I'm suddenly holding a gathered bunch of brown, straight hair. There's one on the other side, too. Strangely though, the first thought that goes through my head is how sexy having handlebars is. Yea, I've been hanging around some hotties at the club getting my handlebars ready. Handlebars? "Say, I need to meet up with my friend. Can I catch up to you girls later?" "Sure thing, cutie, but don't forget you're one of us now. Don't be a stranger, tee hee!" Lilly teases as I excuse myself looking for my friend. Maybe he'll like my new handle... uh, hair. Looking around the bumping throng of revelers, I see that I'm not the only one thinking that this is a cool hairdo. It seems to be a popular look. At least it seems to be popular with those wearing these stupid clips, but now I have made the mistake of starting to look the part of these stupid, superficial club-goers. Oh, look! Sven found us a booth. "What the hell did you do to your hair?!" he laughs pointing at me with an exaggerated guffaw as I slide into the opposite bench. "You look like one of the girls!" "Yea, some girl did it just now. She was so hot!" I reply trying to maintain some manhood, but at the same time feeling happy that he noticed my new look. I glance around to try to find them so I can point them out to prove I wasn't lying. It's weird, though. I don't really feel any connection to him anymore. It's like I've just met him all over again. I mean, I know him, but I don't feel any connection like we did when we came in. It feels like he's invading my space here in the club with my friends. I ordered us some drinks," he adds in a sad attempt to change the subject. "So, what happened to your friend, then?" he inquires holding his hands up making quotation marks as if he doesn't believe me. She's nowhere to be seen. There's no way to really see any faces anyway with all the smoke, lights, and passers-by, so I just smirk at his request. Maybe she'll show up again later. It would be nice to get the girl first for once. A sudden tinge of electricity seems to go through me as if I was anticipating a rock show or lottery results. It feels good like I'm just now feeling the excitement of being in here. "Alright, meat inspectors!" the DJ announces jubilantly, but with a malicious voice. "You've waited long enough. The Meat Market is now open for your perusal. Will you take the quick and easy, or are you going to wait for a prime cut of fine ass beef to mature? Either way, there's no leaving until you get yours." What a weird announcement. This place is messed up! "Did you hear that?" Sven derisively asks. "What do you think it means?" "I'm not sure, but I don't think I like it," I reply weary of how the evening is going to proceed. "Don't be so negative. What if you're actually able to get a girl here, what would you say then?" he goads. "As if you're going to take a girl home," I scoff, "they'd have to either be really drunk or really horny." "No, no my man. I'm just gonna sit here and MY girl is going to come to me," he states in an overly cocky manner. "Dude, you are so clueless when it comes to girls," I reply. "Just because you go and get yourself some girly ponytails doesn't make you an expert on females. Just watch. You'll see. That's what this place is all about, dork. That's why I wanted you to come here with me. I needed a witness for when my dream girl arrives," he says almost wistfully. "And who is this, so called, dream girl that's just gonna come sit in your lap and beg you to do things to her?" "You know how I've always fancied Asian chicks? Well, I think that there's one in here that would love for me to make her a mommy." Now he's starting to piss me off. What a sexist, arrogant thing to say. "So, have you decided if you're going to have fun tonight?" "Meh, I'd rather have gone to the other place, but since we're here we might was well try to find some enjoyment. Right?" I noncommittally answered. I complained on the way here, so there's no way I'm going to go back on it. He'd never let me live it down. "Yea, I'm just enjoying the views. The girls here are HOT!" he spits out. That's it, I need to separate myself from him before I become unglued. Maybe "Maybe, but they all seem kind of slutty or snooty. Well, all except that those girls and guy I met earlier, but she may have just been very flirty," I added while keeping a wary eye to the crowd to find her while I see Sven mouth the word "guy?" The music morphs into a new song with a deep, driving bass line. The club lights change colors from a bright yellow to a dark red. "I use my hands to get him off. I use my mouth to get him off. I'll use my body to get him off, Because I was built to get him off." Yuk, what a pornographic song! At least the melody is catchy this time. I just hope it's short so I'll forget it as soon as it ends. This is definitely not the song I want stuck in my head all night. "Look, I'm gonna go walk around," I said as I stand up spitting the used gum into a napkin and leaving it on the table. "Good, bring me back a beer." Sigh. It's as if he gets off on being a dick to everyone. The club is in full swing with the throngs of scantily-clad people rubbing and groping each other as they dance on the elevated dance floor. In front, some lucky guy is getting his junk handled by two girls. Both of them have their hair up like mine. Beside them another couple is heavily petting each other so openly that I'd believe the bouncers may need to intervene. Admittedly, it's getting me kind of hot myself. I mean, it's like I'm in an after-hours soft core porno. I wonder what it's like being molested like that in front of everyone? For that matter, I wonder how hard he is. I bet I could help get him off if I'd just walk over there and...what the hell am I thinking? Wow! That thought just jumped in there. Ryan, try to control yourself. It's not like you're one of these ditzy, dim-witted clubbers, but, it would be kind of cool to just let go and let someone use you to get themselves off. It's a weird thought, but it's sending tingles down to my crotch. Hmm, how great would it be to just go find someone and rub them until he...no, she cums? Over in one of the circular booths stand the two girls that I met earlier. The tall one seems a little different, though. I almost didn't recognize her. "Oh, hey cutie!" Lilly exclaims as she waves me towards the group. In front of them is a couple of guys seated back in the booth with content grins and a small throng of lookers-on. Something is happening in the middle. As I approach, I notice that Pria isn't around. In the middle of the booth sits a pony-tailed girl on her knees giving one of the guys a very enthusiastic blowjob. The crowd around us shout out encouragements and cheers, and the rest of the guys are all fluffing their junk in anticipation of their upcoming service. I balk a little at the raunchy display, but the sight is pretty exciting. This girl, who's wearing a shirt similar to Pria earlier, is doing such a good job at satisfying the guy that I begin to think how much fun it would be to kneel down and join her. I mean, look at those guys with their junk out expecting someone to pleasure them. Am I getting jealous of her? Why in the hell would I do that? "Where's Pria?" I ask the tall member of our group. "You're looking at her, silly. She's earning her way into our group." "Huh?" I ask confusedly. The girl getting the guys off is definitely not a guy. All in all, I'd say this girl is somewhat homely. While not overly pretty, she can be considered cute by some. What I can see of her is a girl who has smaller breasts and slight hips. The guy I met earlier wasn't this feminine, but not much more masculine either. We continue to watch her work to get them off ending the confusing conversation. Those guys all look so peaceful and happy. Maybe I should go join her. I could use my hands to get them off, or would I be invading her space? Surely not. We could both pleasure these guys. It's not like I'm going to take all of their cum. I don't even like it. I just think it would be exciting to get these guys off. There! I've said it. Yes. That's what I need to do. My body slumps forward to join her, but my shoulders are caught and spun around. Surprised, I look to see that Lilly has grabbed my shoulders and stopped my advancement. "Move over gentlemen. This one has a special treat for the girl," she calls out over the crowd causing some to cheer even louder. She reaches out holding lipstick and places it in my hand. I look at her in both frustration and confusion. "Before she starts on you, give her this to put on." "What is it?" I stupidly ask wondering why she would ask me to do such a thing. Does she expect me to get a blowjob, too? "Don't ask any questions. Just give this to her before she starts. You'll thank me later," she explains as she pushes me backwards onto the couch next to the guy getting serviced causing some boos and grumbling from the other guys who probably expected to be next. Seeing the crowd from this perspective is intimidating. They're all looking down on you. I plaster a grin to try to seem like I'm in control of what's going on. Yea, I'm cool here. I'm just going to get my dick sucked by this girl in front of all these people. As I look out, I notice that some of them are blurring the lines between male and female. One person directly in front has small breasts poking the front of his/her shirt out, but the face doesn't seem all that feminine. Maybe a little, but the body doesn't seem to match the face. In fact, panning around I can see several people who are either really feminine guys or butchy girls. One thing they all have in common is that they are all are wearing the ear clips and holding what looks to be similar drinks: a white, thick shot that resembles a White Russian. My hand brings up the lipstick container to read the label. It's called "Save The Best For Last". Geez, these makeup companies and their poor marketing. "What do you have for me?" the girl chirps as she snags the container from my hand leaving a clear liquid behind smeared on my hand. I don't know if I want to know if it is from the guy next to me. "Oh, boy! You're really serious about joining us, huh?" the pretty, but somewhat masculine, girl says as she begins to put it on. Her lips are now shining brightly red giving her a sultry, if not somewhat attractive visage. Indeed, she's wearing Pria's shirt and pants. Maybe I was wrong earlier. "First, before she begins, we need to take a drink!" Lilly shouts as she hands me one of those milky-white drinks. "Here, take this one." I take it and look around at the expecting crowd. Slowly, I give in to the peer pressure and bring it up to my lips and begin to sip it. "You don't sip it, ditz. You have to shoot it. All at once," someone shouts out. Buoyed by their encouragement, I lift the drink up higher and take it all down to an almost deafening roar of cheers by the surrounding clubbers. "Another!" someone shouts causing the others to repeat. Again, a drink is handed to me and I slam it down. Two more come and go like this before I feel my pants being jerked open and pulled down. I lift up in a euphoric haze that comes from taking so many shots at once. Their tart flavor has completely coated my mouth with its thick creaminess. Suddenly the entire club goes silent as I feel the girl's warm, wet mouth descends over the head of my cock. Like a drug that has entered my bloodstream, my body relaxes into the cushions and my mind tries to focus on what's going on unsuccessfully. My body's only goal at this moment is to enjoy the sensations on its way to getting off. Hmm. Getting off. To get off. What does that really mean - to get off? If you ask me I'd like to stay on. I don't want to get off of this ride. It's okay if others get off, I guess. Would I help them get off if it meant that I could stay on? Sure, I wouldn't mind getting others off. I look down through the haze of my euphoria at the brunette with handlebars slurping up and down on my manhood. Her red lipstick leaves streaks of crimson along the shaft. The sensations are enough to make my head swim. Between my eyes and her bobbing head are two new bumps in my shirt. Maybe my position on the couch is making me see things, but I could swear that my nipples are poking through. Her hands accompany her mouth in their attempt to get me off by caressing and massaging not only my dick but also the area surrounding it. They slide up and under my balls and across the inside of my thighs then back up to caress the base. I'll admit that I haven't had a lot of blowjobs before, no I really haven't had a girl do this to me, so I'm not sure of how it would normally go. Her hands feel almost as good as her mouth. They're now pressing the inside of my legs to push them outward so she can have better access to my sensitive areas. A hand out of nowhere reaches down to grope my chest and shoulders. It feels electric, and I rest my head on the arm to get closer to it. I slam my hands down onto the couch cushions to gather some balance, but my right falls on the lap of the guy next to me. His arm reaches over and begins to slide its way under my shirt along my hips. "Hurry up and get him off," a random voice calls out. My mind can't analyze whether it was male or female or even if it was for me, but the message was clear. I need to get him off. Still in the throes of my own euphoria I can still gather enough dexterity to find his hardened manhood and begin stroking. I need to get him off. I can't wait much longer. I need to get him off. His cock is like a steel rod enveloped by a layer of satin, but I'm not concerned about its texture. I need to get him off. Her mouth has now returned to my cock and is working in earnest. Below, her hand has now begun to really press in to the base of my scrotum forcing my hips to roll up and down with the motion. For a minute, I imagine that I'm the girl and a guy is about to mount me with my legs spread and my shirt pushed up. It's so enrapturing. Maybe this guy would get up and use me to get off. The cock that I'm tugging on is now pulsing and getting hot. It's working, I'm helping a man get off. But he's not the only one about to get off. Between my legs I can feel the tell-tale buildup that leads to my own orgasm. The girl's mouth has now completely enveloped my manhood and is pressing along the base. Sparks of electricity run up and down my body as it begins to move on its own, and a wave of euphoria washes over me as my vision blurs from my eyes rolling back. Like a freight train, my orgasm rushes through me sending my tense leg muscles into spasms and convulsing my lower body. My ability to think clearly has been replaced by my body's instinctual need to finish its orgasmic climax, and as it rushes over my body seems to beg for something to enter it. As I come to, my hand is still gripping the man's cock and his cum has spilled over onto my wrist. It twitches in my grasp demanding me to let it go. Between my fallen legs a very satisfied girl with twin ponytails and a goofy grin sits wiping the corner of her mouth. My other two friends are shooing the other guys away to allow us some space to breathe. The one beside me bends down to lick my exposed cone-shaped nipple and leaves. "That lipstick did the trick, didn't it?" the girl between my legs says in a dazed state. "Huh?" I reply back in a raspy murmur staring at my abnormally inflated nipples on my exposed chest. "It's made to totally clean you out. It's not like you're gonna need any more of your stuff, anyway. You're one of us!" she replies. "Yea," I whisper, "the best for last." I pull my shirt down still puzzled by the enlarged protrusions. As it settles over my torso two definite bumps push through. "I see you got some of your own man stuff. Are you going to do anything about it, or can I?" "Huh?" "Your wrist, ditzy. He came on your wrist. Do you want it, or can I have it?" she states impatiently while pointing to my right hand. "Oh, yea. You can have it." As much fun as it was getting him off I'm not really open to eating any of it. Without hesitation, she reaches over and takes my wrist into her mouth greedily licking the white liquid off. "Wow, you put on quite a show," the tall Jody says. "I'm very impressed." "I'm surprised you were so eager to participate, cutie," the red-headed Lilly says in an encouragingly. "Tell me, which is more fun: stroking your man's cock until he explodes in your hands or having your own orgasm in Pria's mouth?" At the moment I'm not really sure what she's talking about, so I shrug my shoulders and attempt to stand up from the overly puffed sofa cushions. The girl who gave me the blowjob pops to her feet excitedly and grabs my hand to pull me up. She's wearing Pria's clothes, but the guy that I met earlier didn't have noticeable breasts and a girly figure. I can maybe see that they could be related in the face, but this girl is definitely not the same guy. "Pria's mouth? Then who was the guy I met earlier?" I asked confusedly as I tuck myself back into my pants. "No, ditzy. I'm Pria. I promise," she states assertively. Maybe it was the light or maybe it was the angle. I don't understand how I could have been so wrong earlier. "You didn't answer. Which one do you prefer? Her mouth or stroking a man off?" Lilly again asks. "Umm, I'm not sure. It felt good to give that guy pleasure, but I also had the most amazing orgasm I can remember," I reply coquettishly. Which one did I prefer? If you'd ask me an hour ago if I'd give a man a hand job, I'd probably try to punch you in the face. Now? I can understand the allure of bringing a man off. It was empowering. It felt like the right thing to do. A wicked grin grows on her face, because she knows what I'm thinking. "Feel him harden, feel him groan, look up at him as you moan. Take him deeper, your throat is hollow, You're not done until you swallow." "OMG! We should totally get some of those candy sticks!" a taller, athletic one squealed pointing over to a kiosk selling various phallic- shaped lollipops. She probably didn't mean to interrupt, but I'm glad it gave me a chance to move on. "Oh, yes! C'mon!" Pria called out grabbing my arm in a jerk as we ran over as a group. We arrive with the girls loudly gasping and squealing at the sight in front of selection. Behind the busty girl wearing a frumpy butcher's jacket was a plethora of phallic-shaped candies and lollipops displayed in a dizzying, playful design. Each one rainbow striped in various complementing colors separated into four sections by a sign below it. Each candy-colored sign demanded my attention with bright, pastel colors announcing the name of each type of stick. To the left, the sign reads "The Virgin". Behind it was the smallest sized candy sticks. They weren't more than glorified suckers that you'd find at the corner store. The next sign displayed the title "Deep Throat". Its lollipops were a little bigger around, but were notably longer. The third sign was titled "The Slut" and had almost anatomically accurate dicks complete with testicles. Last, on the far right, was a selection of very large candy sticks. Not sticks, really. They were much too big. They were more like oversized dildoes on sticks. Their sign reads "The Whore". This place isn't beating around the bush when it comes to sexual innuendoes. It seems like everything has some connection with sex. The girl in the song continues to contemplate different ways to say that she loves to give blow jobs. Don't get me wrong, she makes it sound so fun, but it never stops beating the mantra "get him off" into my brain. It's so perverted, so pornographic. I wonder if the girls think that this song is as raunchy as I think it is. Are they even paying attention to the song? With the way the music is blasting, it's a wonder they can even hear what the other is saying. "Hey sweetie, I got you a gift," the redhead exclaims over the music interrupting my silent tracking of the lyrics. My eyes focus on a large, rainbow-striped, candy penis standing erect in front of my nose. Normally, I'd be put off at someone handing me such a gross thing. However, I can see the craftsmanship in its shape and size. It's quite...impressive. I've never been one to enjoy lollipops, but this one would be a good one to start with. It's so large and imposing. I bet it tastes like those old candy canes from Christmases long ago. "Before you take it, have you ever had one of these before?" She has to repeat herself a couple of times before I snap out of my reverie. "No, no I haven't. This is my first time here," I say without really paying attention to her. I just can't take my eyes off of the beautiful candy in front of me. It's funny, it looks so pretty. "Hey! Don't get cock dumb on me, yet. Pay attention!" she barks. "They have a special coating that they put on the end for newbies. Do you want it?" "Umm, sure," I dismissively reply. The other girls start to giggle and twitter amongst themselves. Good god, the things I do for a girl. She hands the candy back to the lady behind the counter and says something to her. The music is so loud that I can't hear her. Did I really just accept a candy dong from this girl? This is so wrong. What is going on here? Why do I feel like they're treating me like one of the girls? Is it because I said that I liked her hair earlier? Shit, I knew it. Great job, you dork. You actually get a chance with a complete hottie, and you have to screw it up by making her think you're gay. The other girls are already enjoying their lollipops. A little burst of jealousy creeps up making me a little impatient for mine. The tall one,Jody, is carefully running her tongue up the side of it as if to savor its flavor. The shorter Pria with brown hair is almost deep throating the thing banging her ear clip back and forth. I can see that the red head is grabbing the candy she bought for me from the lady. It's at that time that I notice that I have one of the bigger ones - "the slut". Did she do that on purpose? "Here you go," she cheers as she offers me the treat. A part of me wants to throw it over my shoulder and take her into a dark booth and do what would come naturally. However, I get a little disappointed that it wouldn't involve me putting my mouth around something like this. Another part is really eager to join the girls in pleasuring their "men". I try to play it safe and just accept it and play it cool as if it's no big deal. We stand facing each other for a moment with her obviously expecting me to put the candy in my mouth. "Well, don't be shy. We're all waiting." All three of them are looking at me impatiently. "Well, silly. Put it in your mouth. We all should have something in our mouths," Pria states as a matter-of-factly. My hand brings it up to my vision and a little glob of white goo is smeared on the tip of the candy. If this is what I need to do to get closer to the red head, then it's worth it. Isn't it? The red head elegantly brings her hand up to the bottom of the stick in my hand and gently lifts it up to my mouth. "Don't keep us waiting, sweetheart. We don't have a lot of time before the next song. It may be weird at first, but you'll get used to it soon. We all did," she states pressuring me to follow the crowd. I relent and open my mouth just enough to let the tip of the phallus in while wearily scanning the room to see if anyone is looking. I really did want to suck on it, but I just couldn't give in. I'm not gay, and this is all too much for someone who's just trying to impress a girl. What am I doing here? This isn't me. I feel so led on and weak to their pressure. The tangy cream greets me first. It's not what I expected, and I find it strangely enjoyable. Slowly, my mouth closes around the head of the shaft allowing the candy's sweetness mix with the salty, tangy flavor of the cream enveloping the tip. Each flavor compliments the other giving me quite an enjoyable experience. Her hand pushes the end some more as it slowly pushes back into the middle of my mouth. Her other hand is holding her own very large lollipop up to her mouth while she stares into my eyes. If the experience wasn't so surreal it would be very erotic. "So, what do you think?" she questions after slipping her own from her mouth with a pop. Her eyes are deadlocked onto my own with a knowing grin that tells me that I may need to be careful with this woman. Staring blankly back in an effort to answer her question I inhale and suck some of the flavor from the tip. A drop of cream-filled saliva runs down the back of my throat creating a relaxing, yet tingly feeling. It feels almost as if my throat is loosening up. I want to take the candy deeper, but it's too big for that, isn't it? It's at that moment that I became hooked on this candy. No, it's not the candy. It's the challenge that the candy brings. I want to, no need to know what it feels like to take it all in. I close my eyes to block out the chaos around us. It's divine. It's so exciting and new, yet it feels familiar and expected. Here we are with candy cocks in our mouths and it's as natural as drinking coffee. Teasingly, as if to prove a point, her hand grasps the bottom of the base and shoves the entirety of the large dildo into her mouth completely swallowing its length. Her head tilts towards me with her teasing eyes and winks. Once seated against her plump limps, she pumps it back and forth staring back at me. Is she trying to tell me something? Does she want to do that to me? It's embarrassing to admit, though, that I'm no match against her candy. Is she challenging me? If so, I need to impress her, so I push a little more of mine deeper into my mouth where it meets my tonsils. Reflexively, I begin to cough and gag, so I pull the candy out. The tears in my eyes are reflecting the disco lights giving this moment an even more surreal feeling. All three of them giggle loudly. The tall one puts her hand on my shoulder sympathetically and says, "Don't rush it. You'll get the hang of it soon." "Yea," the shorter one teases," You'll be a cocksucker like us in no time!" Somehow, that doesn't sound insulting. "Girls," the red head commands, "that's enough. Don't tease him like that. You remember your first time, don't you?" Both girls shy away and go back to enjoying their lollipops snickering to each other. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, dear. Just keep at it, and it'll come to you," Her nurturing voice is soothing and very encouraging. It's as if I now want to show her that I can take the whole thing just to make her proud. Buoyed by her encouragement, I place the candy back into my mouth and push it in as far as I can. It's not very far, but it somehow seems farther back than the first. See? Progress! Again I push it in and it presses back a little more almost hitting my tonsils. The creamy, sweet flavor permeates my taste buds acting as a great background for my efforts. I honestly don't think I'll ever be able to eat a candy cane the same way again. It's so thick and rigid. Each sculpted vein and bump slide along my increasingly sensitive lips giving life to the cock I'm pleasuring. I wonder what it would be like to suck on a real one? Would it be as sweet? Surely not, but it would be smoother and softer. Is there a way to try a real one without anyone knowing? At that thought, my mind sharpens as I survey the room with a laser focus like when you hear a noise late at night and can't get back to sleep until you have identified the source. I guess we're not the only ones enjoying our candy cocks. They seem to be very popular around the club as a connection between our ear clips and candy becomes more prevalent. Not everyone has a candy phallus, but more than half. I even see a couple of men relaxing back in their booths with their partner wearing ponytails and a bouncing ear clip preferring the real thing to the candy we're settling with. It's so risqu?, it's so crude. Somehow, though, it seems right. With the way he's pulling on her handlebars... "Oh, my god! They changed the song! I wonder what it'll be this time," Jody screams suddenly almost making me choke on the phallus lodged in my mouth. A heavy anthemic pop song with a marching beat blasts from the dance floor speakers. It's different from the previous songs because it's so...so commanding and...and proud. It's not so obnoxious as the previous one. It's even a little catchy. Everyone is chanting along with the chorus, and it feels as if I should join in. "Nothing holding us back, we're standing tall and true, take it off, give the boys a view. less is more, we're perfect as it is, take them out and show the world our tits." A sudden roar explodes from the dancefloor, an ear-shattering cacophony of cheers, whistles, and screams. My group's cheers join in with the mass as we are all dragged to the dancefloor just barely hanging on to my new favorite candy sucker. Wow, this must be a popular song! Our group settles into a small circle mindlessly dancing and gyrating to the song. We bounce back and forth between elbows and chests of other nearby dancers. It's crowded, humid, and sweaty. I'm having a little trouble keeping my breath, and what breath I take in is saturated with musk and perfume. Above our heads multicolored laser beams streak through the disco smoke and haze and white light beams rotate along the ceiling and what walls I can gleam through the crowd. The combination creates a stimuli explosion creating an unreal, drifty-dreamy feeling where I feel like I'm participating in this party as an observer and not as a participant. A cocky, athletic guy breaks through the middle of our little huddle forcefully and starts moving with the tall girl by putting his hand on her hips. The other two girls cheer their newly-claimed friend on as they get closer and more physical with their hands. It's a little unnerving having a guy just barge in like that, but I'm not really interested in the tall girl, so I let it slide. His muscles are actually pretty impressive. He's not body-builder big, but it obvious he probably has a manual labor job during the week. Maybe the club is getting to me, or maybe it's just the girls, but I feel like I want to impress him. It's as if there's something inside that wants to open up to him. I want him to see me. I want him to like what he sees in me. No, I want him to see me - all of me. As we continue to circle the dancing couple I see that they are really close now. Both of them are pumping back and forth to the driven bass lines saturating the dance floor. Sweat spritzes off as their heads roll with the rhythm. His seeking hands take in every contour of her body and legs as they caress and rub as if he were a sculptor. With her eyes closed, she lifts her arms over her head in a graceful, feminine pose as if she's offering herself to sacrifice. His harder, squared hands slide up her sides taking her blouse and bra with them as they make their way over her shoulders and up her outstretched arms exposing her pale, conical breasts. Then, as her final surrender she allows her garments to fall, forgotten along with her candied cock, onto the well- trampled dancefloor. She leans her head back with half-lidded eyes, and she brings her arms down over his broad shoulders to claim her prize. Her partner immediately attacks her exposed nipples like a hungry newborn. She just gave herself to him. She's standing topless a few feet in front of me and I'm not even batting an eye. In fact, I'm starting to think that she has the right idea. I mean, what guy wouldn't want to see a girl's breasts? It's the natural order of things. Why shouldn't she show them? Why would she want to keep them hidden? It's not only the polite thing to do, but it's the right thing to do. She's so beautiful like that. It's not like I'm attracted to her in a sexual sense, but she's built like a Greek statue. That last blowjob must have done a doozy on me, because there's no way that I shouldn't be hard as a rock right now. Even though I'm not totally attracted to her, my little man would probably be straining anyway. Actually, even though I'm looking at a half-naked chick shaking her tits at this guy, I'm not really turned on by it sexually. It's as if I'm not even attracted to her at all. Weird. To be honest, I'm really getting more enjoyment from the cock-sized lollipop that I'm pushing into my mouth. My mind starts to wonder about how it would feel if I'd just take my shirt off right now. Watching the two new lovers in front of me makes me wonder how it would be like to have someone making love to my nipples like that. What if I had breasts like hers? Would I be brave enough to just walk around in public topless? I'm starting to think I would. In fact, I'm starting to want a pair of my own. I could feel them jiggle around stealing a man's attention. Actually, I am feeling more sensitivity from my nipples. Is that what she's feeling? One by one, more clubbers are going topless, each one wearing a brightly-colored clip. All around us more and more people are either taking their own shirts off or allowing others to do it for them. Mostly, it's girls going topless, but intermixed are a few what I think are guys who are wearing nothing on top except his ear clip. I'm not completely convinced that they are guys, to be honest. Maybe they're just flat, masculine women. I mean, they look like boobs. Of course, all of them are sporting their twin-handlebar ponytails, too. No, all of US are sporting our handlebars I think as I grab mine with a free hand and begin to twirl it. Does that mean that I should to go topless, too? I reach up to my little chest achingly desiring to join the girls in their new-found independence. What's so wrong about showing off my breasts anyway? They should be out so guys can enjoy them. Imagine how wonderful the world would be if all of our boobs were out. It would be so liberating! Across the huddle, Pria desperately searches around as if she's forgotten or lost something. I would try to ask her if she's okay, but the music is too loud and I'm still a little smitten with the magnificent display around us. Then, as I begin to move towards her to ask if I could help a guy grabs her by the arm and swings her around facing him. I stop. Her stressed demeanor relaxes slumping her shoulders and letting out a big sigh. With a contented smile she, too, opens her blouse and exposes her firm, full breasts to him. Each one jiggles a little from the exertion sending the nipple into a dance only larger breasts can give. They both stand staring at each other for a moment, and I contemplate joining her. My hands move up to unbutton the first few buttons of my shirt before I catch myself. My candy cock is making this a little too difficult, so I open my mouth and push it in surprised and satisfied that it now can fit completely in my mouth. Now, with my hands free, I undo a few more buttons. "Hey cutie!," a miniature voice calls out from my left and a hand slides up my arm jarring me out of my trance. "It looks like these are yours for the night." Groggily I turn to face the voice to see a very young teen who must have used a fake ID to get in dressed in a goth-inspired slut costume. Her hands are opening her blouse in an attempt to show me her breasts, but she hesitates when she sees my mouth full of candied cock and a bumbling ear clip. Her face slackens with disappointment. "Oh, sorry. I'm too late for you," she apologetically admits and scampers away to, I guess, find her a man to show her tits to. I really hope she finds someone to enjoy her amazing breasts. Her comment somehow doesn't really register. I mean, I know she said it, but I'm really not that disappointed about it. Returning to the couple in front I turn around to see the short girl on her knees giving her man an enthusiastic blow job. My throat clenches in surprise and a chill runs up my spine. It's so blazen and crude. However, I can't help but feel a little jealous and left out. I guess I need to find my own man to show these boobies off to as my hands finally undo the last button causing it to open just enough to allow a nipple to peek out. How odd is it that just an hour ago, I was standing in the middle of the crowd whining about coming to a place like this. I guess all it took was my handlebars and this candy dildo to convince me to maybe give this place a chance. I'm still yucky on the stupid meat market theme, but at least I'm having fun. Speaking of which, I wonder if this cock in my mouth is as big as the guy that girl is blowing? I take it out of my mouth and bring it up to eye-level to compare the sizes. Yup, I'm satisfied that mine's bigger. Maybe I'll wait a little before going down that road until I can find one more my size. In the background the song has changed again. "Ok girls, show 'em what you got! You gotta tease and play to make him hot. You have to give him a show, that's what cock whores do, you know." I guess my daydreaming was too obvious, because I suddenly feel two large hands on my shoulders steering me towards someone. Looking down at me is the same guy that Pria was blowing just a second before. "Hey, you!" Pria shouts into my ear to overcome the dance music. "How about you join us." I'm standing enraptured by this guy who's holding my shoulders. He's not really that attractive. I'm not into guys like that. However, inside, I'm begging him to push me down onto my knees, grab my handlebars and allow me to swallow his cock. However, that thought is also kind of scary. I'm not gay, but my mind can't leave the thought of taking his manhood into my mouth alone. I mean, it wasn't long ago that I was hanging out with some guy checking out who he could take home. Well, we did come here together, so he would be taking me home. I wonder if... "Here, let me take care of this," my new girlfriend says as she pulls my shirt as my arms pull back to allow it to fall off and pulls the candy out of my throat. I'm exposed. I'm topless like the rest of the girls. My small breasts are open to everyone's gaze which puckers the nipples into firm strawberries attached to my nervous system. I'm not really that big. They're really more like pubescent boobs, but they're mine and a part of me. The warm air at first feels awkward, but it quickly dissipates to be replaced by a confidence buoyed by Pria's exposure. Gently, I press my chest forward inviting his hands to caress them. "This is William, Ryan. He's the one who brought me here. He doesn't know it, but he's going to leave with me as his girlfriend. Tee hee!" she confidently states as I continue to stare at his face. "I don't mind sharing him with you. Here," she commands and pulls my head down to show me that his exposed dick is still hard, "you can finish him off if you want." Her invitation breaks my concentration enough to see how specular her breasts are. Pria gropes her breasts teasingly before grabbing my hand and placing it on her right. My fingers press in as if they were grabbing a large water balloon as Lilly arrives and also grabs her breast. Lilly's still wearing her club outfit keeping her large breasts contained in her top. "You know, it's obvious that you have little virgin boobies. It's so apparent. Would you like to have bigger ones like Pria's?" the red head states. I reach up and palm my hardened nipples. There's not a lot of definition, but my hardened brown nipples are a lot bigger than they were when I put the shirt on earlier tonight. I would like to have bigger ones, though. Who wouldn't? It just hurts that she called them "virgin boobs". "Yes," I reply. "I would like bigger boobs." I don't really like that I'm this close to a guy exposed like this. I mean, yes, I love that his cock is out and hard, but I've never been this close to a guy before. It's a little awkward for me until he reaches up and places his large hands on my chest. My body instantly relaxes and pushes into his grip. Oh shit, did I just moan? This is it! This is what it's like. Oh, man. I don't think I'll ever want this feeling to go away. "Good girl. A good girl loves to have her boobies played with. Does it feel good to have a man play with your little virgin titties, Ryan?" Lilly teases. I'm not really listening to her being lost in the euphoria of the man's groping. It's like a warm blanket has just been wrapped around us; my body just melts into his hands. I feel so wanted, desired..complete...no, not complete. There's something missing still. "A good girl isn't satisfied until her man gives her what she wants," she continues in an almost hypnotic voice, "do you know what a good girl wants?" I moan the first thing that comes to my mind, "Big tits." "Yes," she hisses, "and the only way to get your little titties bigger is for you to swallow. You want to have big tits like me, don't you? Then take this. You know what to do with it," she commands as I feel a warm, fleshy mass pushed into my hand. "Remember, you have to swallow. Busty girls always swallow." Swallow. That's what I need. Big tits. Need to swallow. I'm not into guys. This is crazy. I glance down at the cock that I'm stroking. It's so large and round bouncing back and forth. I can't take my eyes off of it. It's so beautiful. Why would I think that?! I'm not gay. Gays like guys, right? No, it's not the guy that I'm lusting after. It's his cock, his thick, veiny cock. It's not gay if I just want to put his cock down my throat. I couldn't care less about the guy. It could be anyone. Anyone? Do I want just any cock? My mind gravitates to the his hands caressing my nipples, and I desperately plead for them to grow. The electricity that they carry is palpable. If I had bigger tits, then I could squeeze them into cleavage. I could bounce them around. Some guy could lift them up and watch them jiggle. I could lift them up. Could I lick my own nipples? Oh, god! I need my titties to be bigger. Now! My body collapses onto my knees before the man as Pria throws the candy cock away to shatter on the cement floor before she, too drops to her knees to join me. I raise my hands up to grab my prize and grip it with as strong grip as I could muster. It's so hard, yet soft at the same time. It's like an iron bar wrapped in soft latex. I would be jealous by it, but my own member isn't even in my mind. The only member that counts is the one I'm guiding to my open mouth. He's a little bigger than the candy. Seeing that I smile in anticipation of taking the whole thing. "There you go, sweetie. I knew you couldn't resist. A cock whore can't think of nothing but her next dick." "I'm not a cock whore!" I stress still inches away from the man's cock. "I just want to see if I can take him all the way in," I lied. Well, I didn't completely lie. I still want to take the challenge, but I'm really just growing my boobs. "Oh, I see! Did you hear that? She wants to see if she can take all of you," Pria announces to the man attached to the cock in a sing-song voice. Just then, two strong hands reach down and grab my two handlebars. My body instantly freezes with lust, and I moan loudly. Finally! The hands pull me towards the head as my mouth is forced open. His musky aroma pervades my taste buds as the tip reaches my tongue, while two female hands run up my body to cup my breasts. The sensations send my head swimming in a sea of pleasure and desire. I need more of it. I need more of her caresses. I need more of his cock. My body shudders as my lust overtakes my psyche taking away any reservations or hesitation and I give in. My mouth strains widely as I push forward taking as much of the glorious cock as I can. Inch by inch it slides over my lips sending ripples of delight with every bump and groove until my saliva runs out. The hands pull my hair back forcing me to retreat leaving a trail of reflective wetness on the protruding manhood. Again, the hands pull me forward sliding along a little past the previous depth. The head reaches my tonsils, but my gag reflex doesn't start. He grunts loudly signaling his appreciation. I again pull back only to really force my head as far down the cock as my throat will allow. It bounces off the back of my throat. I take a second to recover from the punch as I unconsciously begin to swallow guiding it downward. Its flavor masked by the abundant coating of sugar from the candy before convincing my mind that it, too, is made of candy. At least cock tastes good. I again push forward and swallow cramming it even farther down until I can feel his hair tickling my nose. Satisfied with my accomplishment, I gaze upward to see if he's looking at me. I've done it. See? I knew I could do it. I knew I could take a cock this size. Maybe I AM a cock whore. I grin as I look up. You're really not all that big, anyway. This feels so natural on my knees with his member in my mouth. I want more, though. She keeps calling me a girl. I'm not a girl. I'm a guy. I'm a guy with a mouth full of another man's cock, but I'm still a guy, damn it. No, don't think of it like that! Guys can enjoy a cock, too. I'm just doing what a cock whore does naturally. It's just a dick. It's not like I even like the guy. I'm not even interested in the guy, I just want a cock to suck. I can take more, you know. Maybe I can get one of those really big candies? What was the name? Oh, yea "The Whore". I bet this girl could take it all the way. Hmph. I bet I could, too. I have given into my cock whore tendencies. I'm committed, now. She keeps playing with my chest. Too bad that they aren't any bigger. I'd love to let her jiggle them around. I want to be a busty girl...no, guy. I'm a guy. Guys can do this. I'm just a guy with a cock in my mouth and enjoying my nipples being played with. Mmm, my titties. Fuck! I want bigger boobs. He's closed his eyes. I close mine, too. I wonder if I'm as good as the girls who do this. Would he know the difference between a girl doing this and me? I bet I can be just as good as them if I just try. I bet I could be as good as any porn chick at doing this. Oh, I'd love to be one of those now. I'm on my knees having my nipples played with satisfying this spectacular cock. Maybe I could be one. When I get my breasts bigger, I could do this on the side. I wonder how big my titties are going to get. I must be close, so I need to jerk, push and pull harder and with abandon. How can I be a guy with a cock in my mouth and boobs? I'm not a busty one, but...no. I'm a guy. Mm! Am I actually whining? No, I'm moaning. Guys like when a girl moans on their cock. Please! How much more do I have to swallow to get my titties? "Look at her! She's a natural cock whore," Pria says to the red head. "It won't be long until she's bent over a table taking it from both ends. You picked a good one." "You know, it's not just your titties that's going to grow, little cock sucker. Your ass is going to, also. You're going to suck your way into a slut's body before you know it. The more cum you get in you the hotter you're going to be. He's so close. You're gonna love being a slut." Am I really going to get a larger butt? Mmm, that may not be so bad. No! I'm not a slut. I'm just a cock whore...am I? Mmm, I love sucking on a real cock. It's so warm and...and...living. I can make it pulse if I suck hard enough. Okay, I may be a cock whore, but I'm not a slut...or a girl. He's starting to pull my hair pretty hard. Ouch! Easy on my handlebars. Oh, his cock is growing. It's getting bigger. Oh crap, he's going to cum. I need to swallow. Yes, good girls swallow. Busty girls swallow. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaims as his body convulses shoving my head all the way to the base of the cock. I groan from the force, but it feels so good. It's so invigorating. Yes, this is where I need to be. I'm a cock whore. I'm a cock whore! Swallow, Ryan. Swallow. Look up at him. Thank him for giving you his cock. Like a cartoon firehose, I can actually feel the contractions and pulses start from the base and work their way to the head where I can feel it swell. Swallow. Swallow like a good girl. A new flavor explodes in my mouth sending my mind whirling. So creamy, yet so tart. More. Give me more. More jets of flavor shoots down my throat. I can't hold all of it, but I'm trying my best. That what cock whores do, no? Suddenly, without warning his hands shove me off of his cock and I fall backwards onto my butt. "Hey, what gives?" I cry out coughing from the exertion. He seems spent. Hell, I am, too. Maybe it's a good thing that he's done. My jaw screams out from the punishment it just received and my throat

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the market

Dear diary, Yeah, yeah – I know, diaries are for girls and sissies, but hell if I care because I just needed to tell someone and it’s not really something that I can tell anyone being a bit sensitive in nature. So, today I was standing with my coffee stand at the market as I normally do – it was a bit slow and not many customers, just a few early bird tourists. I was in a bad mood – I had an argument with the old lady last night and it kind of spilled into the morning, so the last couples of...

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AG Ch 02 The Market

Chapter 2 – The Market Author’s note: This is the much-delayed second chapter in a series. While it stands by itself, be sure to also read the first chapter in this story – ‘A&G Ch. 01: The Cottage.’ ——————————————————————— Gabriella slipped out of the castle before the first light of dawn. Her plan had been to leave very early in the morning before even the servants woke. The king and queen were notorious for enjoying a day or two alone together. Since the army’s safe return from battle,...

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Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

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Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

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The Slave Market

THE SLAVE MARKET by "c.c." Your wife Joan always had a Thing about the Middle East -- Arabian Nights, Sheiks and their Harems, and all that, you know. All the while you spent enjoying a career as a successful writer, she spent studying her favorite subject, reading books, learning the language, even corresponding and networking with friends from what you laughingly called The Burning Desert. Once your career really hit big, though, and you could relax and live off royalties, you...

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Black Market

I've never really cared much about what society says is legal. If it's profitable, I'm down. Don't get me wrong, I have rules and scruples. I'm just a completely dedicated capitalist. If people want it, I'll try to find it and sell it to them. I don't sell people. I don't kill people for money, I'm rarely violent unless someone else is, and I don't steal from people that don't steal from me. I sell i*****l things, all sorts of things. I'm not averse to selling people pharmaceuticals if they...

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A trip to the market

My wife was visiting her boyfriend in Germany and this is a story she told me.Almost every day on her visit, she would put on her skirt, or dress, as her boyfriend requested, and they would walk to the local market to get fresh food for dinner. Every day, they would walk through a pedestrian tunnel, that went under a main road. This tunnel was dimly lit, and at about the half way point, there was a little nook. She told me almost every time they went through there, someone was in that nook,...

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Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

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Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

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Motherless Images

Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

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My family reunion trip Going to the market

This is the story of a very exciting, and very strange summer I had, some years back. The events that took place that summer, were quite extensive. Which I think is a great excuse for naming the chapters meaningfully.Feel free to start from episode 1 - Discovering the forbidden fruit or looking up the stories on my user page. All story names start with the title "My family reunion trip".The next morning we all got up early. Aunt Tania had sent us, Olka and me to be precise, to the nearby big...

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Motherless Amateur

I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

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Motherless Voyeur

Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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Every Woman Has a Price14 Meat Market

“Woo!” Brandy shouted and slung back the shotglass in each of her hands. “I thought one of those was mine!” Barbara screamed into her sister’s ear. The music of the club was deafening. Despite the molly, Barbara, the unmarried twin with the green in her hair, wasn’t feeling the love. “Right!” Brandy shouted. “I’ll go buy more!” “We don’t have to buy drinks! We’re hot! Let’s find a mark!” Jewel said. “Look at him!” “What!” Barbara put her lips right to Jewel’s ear to...

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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

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The Slave Market

I found myself sitting on the floor in a large room one hanging light was directly above me shining down, My hands had been tied behind my back, my ankles had been tied together in front of me and a gag had been securely fastened over my mouth. Looking round the room was too dark for me to be able to see anything other than the small area being illuminated by the light above me, but sounds could clearly be heard of other people crying and whimpering the number of people here I couldn’t be clear...

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Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

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Londons BurningChapter 6 The Black Marketers

Superintendent Fred Bates was chairing a meeting of his senior officers. "I am getting flack from above because of the amount of stolen and smuggled food that is finding its way on to the black market in the London area. We have had several warehouses blitzed recently and it seems that they are managing to get in and out quite quickly with a large amount of rationed goods." PC Fay Tonks an attractive slim blonde sat at his right hand was the daughter of one of the Deputy Commissioners at...

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Thea and Sam

“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

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Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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Escape the Flea Market

WELCOME Bart Carlson TO ESCAPE THE FLEA MARKET YOU WILL NEED: 8D6 [8 six sided or standard game dice] OR An on-line Dice Roller Something to keep stats on OBJECT: The Object is for you to get from your starting point through two areas of the flea market and out the back to the parking lot, with or without the friends you came with. RULES OF COMBAT At the start of the adventure you get 100 Stamina points and 50 Breath Points You Lose Stamina or Breath in...

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To Market To Market

    The ringing phone interrupted her train of thought as she reached out and snatched the receiver off the hook.             “Hello?” She wedged the phone into the crook of her neck, freeing her hands to once again dance over the keyboard of her laptop.             “Hey, it’s me.   I heard a rumor that you were thinking of making fried okra for the BBQ tomorrow.   If it’s true I’ll email you a rockin’ recipe and worship you forever.”             “Hmmm, that sounds like an offer I might...

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Texas Death Row Market

She was driving through the open space, wondering whether she would make iton time. The speedometer of her sedan was showing about 50 mph on a two wayroad just off the highway. There was nothing but dust and dirt on each sideof the road. She was not used to this kind of a terrain. She was from EasternMassachusetts where one quickly gets used to seeing trees on one side of theroad, and the ocean on the other. Being in Texas or the first time of her lifereally was a great experience for her....

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Lakeview Discount Meats

Joseph Hurley was a wealthy man looking for lucrative ways to increase his wealth. Often the least legal paid the best dividends. As his limo entered the gate of Lakeview Discount Meats slaughterhouse for a meeting, he thought to himself, “No one would ever suspect that anything was going on here. The building looks like an abandoned warehouse. And no other buildings around. Perfect disguise.” “Mr. Hurley, welcome. I have been expecting you. I am Fred Wilson, General Manager of Lakeview...

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Theos LIfe as a Weresquirrel

Theo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...

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Motherless Scat

It’s time to go to the land of chocolate fountains and golden showers. That’s right. Scat, piss, shit, and every fluid in between. Ever fuck a chick in her ass and freak out when you see that little bit of shit on your dick? Then I’m sorry to say that scat isn’t for you buddy. Were you the only one of your friends that saw two girls one cup and didn’t get grossed out? If so, it’s time to celebrate it! Don’t get pissed off, get pissed on! Scat porn has the craziest, kinkiest chicks and dudes...

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Motherless Fappening

I’m not saying anything controversial when I say men love seeing women naked. It’s a fact of life as fundamental as gravity. It’s a force of nature that cannot be stopped by beast, man, or God. It’s an eternal truth and a divine mandate. As sure as the sun will rise, men will attempt to view as many women naked as they possibly can. Any man not doing so is either a sad or a gay one.This means that any woman a man sees regularly is mentally stripped down during every interaction. If any women...

The Fappening
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Absinthe Dreams

‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...

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Motherless Arab

Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...

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Motherless Facials

Fuck yeah, life’s a bitch! So here I am, awake at 3:45 AM, after dreaming I was fucking this freaking hot MILF neighbor with heavy boobs, a flat tummy, a nice bubble butt, and sexy long legs. It was all hot and steamy, up until when she was sucking me off and just as I was about to obliterate her cute face with hot cum canon, my dream cut right off and I woke up with a tent on my pajamas.That dream ain’t coming back, but damn it! I sure gotta cum, so I boot up my laptop and type “cum facial” in...

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The butchers meat sales

The butcher’s meat sales Author: RotnebSynopsis: Camilla were drawn into the weekly States Meat Lottery and had to follows the rules for human pigs.The story is only fantasyThe legal State Lottery- Then you are also within the meat lottery, Karen? - Yes, unfortunately I got my lottery ticket yesterday, as my 19 birthday gift from the State. I have been waiting for the lottery ticket, but I got a shock when I receive it. - It is not surprising to you. All we girls between 19 and 21 years are...

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Thea

Und draußen schallte wieder Punkmusik aus dem Ghettoblaster – von der Eisenbahnunterführung bis zu seinem Haus! Punks und Skater hingen da ab. Das war diese Art von Jugendlichen, die ihren Eltern das Leben schwer macht , die von Arbeit nichts hielten, sich an keine Regeln hielten, ständig auf Party machten. Die soffen viel zu viel und kotzten dann in irgendeine Ecke. Denen bedeutete doch nichts und niemand etwas. Wahrscheinlich nahmen sie auch Drogen und trieben weiß-Gott-was mit...

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Motherless Fetish

Motherless is the mother of all porn sites. Motherless has no conscience or moral guide. Motherless will show you the stuff that all other porn sites are afraid to put up. Motherless will do this for free. This is seriously one of the nastiest and raunchiest sites out there and Motherless/Fetish is perhaps one of the dirtiest places on the web that are well within reach. Sure you can scan the dark web and find something even more naughty or puzzlingly gross, but why do that when you’ve got...

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Absinthe 2 The Absinthe of Malice

Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...

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Meat Acquisition Technologies

Meat Acquisition Technologies? Spitman March 19, 2008It was early when the limousine cruised up to the main entrance of the factory, and the chauffeur opened the door for his passenger.‘Thank you, Harry,’ the passenger told him graciously.‘It was my pleasure, Mr Wang. I will be here when you are ready to leave.’Li looked around. From the outside, the main building looked like an aircraft hanger, with an office block at one end, but there was enough evidence of meticulous care to convince him...

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Thelma and Me Summer of 65 part 2

After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 4

Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 3

kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...

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Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

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Midtown Meat Mall 1 of 5

Danielle and Teddy were fraternal twins born to a wealthy family in Midtown. Their father, Mike, was a scientist who was credited with creation of many machines and techniques to make the human meat industry very successful. Their mother Brandi, stayed at home and raised the children, enjoying the riches amassed by her husband. At the age of 18, young adults earned the rights to vote, drive, and enter the upper floors of the local meat mall. Prior to 18, children could only enter the...

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Meat Girl Tracey

Tracey couldn't help the usual tremor of excitement passing through her as she approached the large meat section of the supermarket. Ever since the new law allowing the use of females as meat for human consumption had been passed two years earlier Tracey had been fascinated by the whole concept of being treated and packaged as pure meat, fit only for some ones dinner.The new law had been passed in the summer two years ago partly to try and bring some rules and regulations into what had become a...

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Stepford Meat Swap

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Thelma and me Summer of 65 part 1

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I Am Your Meat

I Am Your Meat Since Sarah was a little girl she had always enjoyed being in the kitchen, watching food being prepared, helping set the table, sometimes washing the dishes afterwards. She found the whole process very enjoyable, creating something for herself and others to eat - she liked to serve and found this a great way to put these feelings into practice. Her family were very appreciative of this attitude to what some would call menial chores, and were happy to let her carry on.  Sarah...

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Stepford Meat Swap

Story: #47 Copyright ©2010 Written: October 02 2010 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************* ~~!! NOTE !!~~ This story is bassed on a fictional town within the game Second Life called Stepford, I would like to thank Ariana RoeCastle, Emilie Muggins & Jerrol Jarvinen of Stepford for thier approval of this...

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Black Market

So there I was, standing naked in a long line of women, naked and vulnerable, awaiting my fate as determined by the two men before me. I suppose I should tell you about myself before I get into how this whole situation began. My name is Elizabeth, but I have a feeling it'll be a long time before I'm called that again, if ever. I'm a brunette with hair down to my neck, 5' 6", and breasts that aren't that huge but look firm on my petite body. I turned 19 a week ago. My small size has always made...

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Sexy Aunty At Halwasia Market

Hello dear randi bhabhiyo, chuddaakkad auntiyo aur chinaal bahno……Happy new year to all of u fucking lusty “chudasi haseenao”…..Jaisa ki aap sab jante hai ki mai lucknow shaher ka rehne wala hu aur lucknow tehzeeb aur nawabo ka shaher hai…To mai chudai ki khaniya(aap-beeti) dhamakedaar likhunga lekin tehzeeb k sath……To lund ki pyasi haseenao kaisa rha nya saal…Agar tagde lund ki kami mehsoosh ho rahi ho to email me my mail id : kasam shikayat ka mauka nahi dunga gaand faad ke gadar macha...

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Cheating Wife 8211 Gets Rubbed By Penis In A Crowded Market

This is the story I was in Hyderabad, the days of call center just started, newly married, and me and my wife went to vegetable market in near Miyapur Hyderabad. This market happens to be on very Tuesday and the local farmers from far and wide sell their produce. And as usual this place was crowded, with lot of IT employees and construction workers, jostling for space and bargaining. As the vegetable were sold on the open ground with just a cloth below it, there was a lot of dust and stamping...

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Tifas Mission in Wall Market

Wall Market was a strange place. Tifa stepped out of the chocobo carriage in front of Don Corneo’s palace, and gazed at the huge residence. As the carriage drove off, she turned around and looked on the town of Wall Market. It was a strange mix of glitz and garbage. There were fancy neon lights, strung lanterns, and shops and entertainment, but also multiple food stands, seeding shops, and trash littered all over the place. The pathways looked as if they had featured a hundred parades that have...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 2

Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...

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