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The Introduction free porn video
(Authors note: apologies for the abrupt ending, buti grew really really
tired of this story, and i kept making less and less progress as time
went on. There's enough lewd material in here. Also upload it onto my
DA. Credit goes to The Trash bin for immeasurable amounts of help and
being my collaboration partner. Next one, F t Creature, most likely.
Juggeling many things, so i dont know when itll be out)
A white woman was strapped to a table, her tight ass being violated by a
pounding sex machine at full speed. What was remarkable about her was
the fact that her skin wasn't Caucasian, but actually white like snow.
Her black hair bobbed up and down in rhythmic motions on the realistic
dildo that hung over her and like an eager slut she went to work trying
to get in the same rhythm as her electrical ass poundings. Her vagina
had also been taped over with a vibrator fully inside0 pleasuring her
even further. She reached with her free arm for a remote connected to
the sex machine. "Let's step up the intensity!"
She pushed the depth slider to maximum and reduced the speed slider. She
felt it immediately with the next penetration as the machine didn't stop
once it was balls deep. Instead, it kept pushing inside, stretching her
as wide as it made space for the thick latex balls, and too deeply and
unnaturally thrust the device into her stomach.
It slowly retracted itself, the balls scraping alongside her internal
walls before forcing her anus extremely wide. She didn't have time to
recover from the feeling as the moment the device had returned to its
original position, it rammed itself deeply inside her once again. Her
moans and yells were muffled by the latex cock she was sucking, and
finally she orgasmed from all the sources of pleasure, rolling in
multiple waves each one just a bit less intense then the last.
Finally, she shut down the machine, undid the bindings on her feet and
got off the table.
She looked into the mirror, and a perfect recreation of the Wii Fit
Trainer, dripping with sweat and vaginal fluids looked back. The
reflection showed her sexy, toned figure as she posed and smiled. While
posing, she realized that she still had something buzzing inside her. As
she removed the tape, the vibrator slid out and into her hand on its
own. She lifted it up and licked it clean of any fluids before putting
it aside on the table. "Now that's a great workout!"
Casually, she made her way to the shower that had been built on the far
end of the large room, her breasts sagging slightly, swaying with her
walk. There was only relaxation in her mind as she stepped under it, her
near-perfect athletic form enjoying the many streams of water splashing
against her skin. Gently she rubbed herself clean of her own fluids. Her
motions were in sync, she was a complete person. That was, until her
right arm removed itself from her breast, and she stared at in
confusion. "What are you..." The arm circled around her back and slammed
the button hidden on the back of her neck. Instantly, the Trainer
started to grow in all directions, mainly back to front as her eyes
glazed over. From the sleek, thin figure of a fitness expert, to what
seemed like a really fat woman cosplaying her in an awful manner.
Already you could see two separate figures moving from inside, her skin
moving unnaturally. At first it seemed like both halves inside wanted to
get out, as the skinsuit was stretched pretty wide.
"Markus, what are you doing?" The muffled voice of Andrea Lencroth could
be heard. It only took her a moment to figure out as suddenly she could
feel Markus getting into place behind her. The now fat trainer toppled
over, falling onto her knees as a sudden and constant thrust in her
backside appeared, jutting her ass back in a rhythm, while moans could
be hear from inside her. Trying to stay in character, Andrea managed to
grunt out "When exerting yourself, remember to keep breathing."
Markus noted to himself just how different it felt, to fuck someone
while being inside a tight skinsuit that was still locked in the back.
While he couldn't see a thing, touch was more than enough to guide
himself to a proper path into Andrea's exposed asshole, considering she
was in front. While it took more effort than usual to fuck her, it was
an all-new sensation.
"God, damn, I didn't see that coming, dear."
"Oh, you won't see this coming either." Markus completed her ass-fucking
with a fine ejaculation, while his hand went to the back of the suit
(Dragging Andrea's suited arm along to the button on the back. Their
muffled moans subsided as the fat overweight version of the Wii Fit
Trainer lost all of its fat and all movements inside retreated back to
the sleek, slim and near perfect form of a young woman (or video game
character) in her prime, sitting on her knees under a shower while her
vagina leaked excessive amounts of fluids. She moaned loudly as the
combined male and female orgasms collided within her.
You could've said something before you did that!
But your reaction is half the fun.
Deep below the Creneth mansion was a bunker, a place with advanced
fortifications from the Cold war. When Marcus inherited the building he
immediately saw the potential in it. After a long period of renovation
and the removal of all inner walls he was left with a large open
underground space. An excellent private place for private matters. Even
before he met Andrea, he had amassed a large collection of suits, strap-
ons and kinky materials. Sex toys of all kinds and clothing for
different sizes and genders lined the walls, and neatly laid out upon
the metal tables. It was clear that inside the vault, he and Andrea had
all the tools they need for their lewd adventures.
Finally, she got up, determined to clean herself up after the entire
session. She rinsed herself off one more time, her hands exploring every
inch of her body before grabbing a towel and drying herself up. With a
smile she rubbed the towel against her crotch before tossing it aside.
She got dressed in an appropriate set of grey sports pants and a blue t-
shirt, and idly walked past the tables of sex toys and skinsuits to get
to the computer that had been set up on the other side of the room. She
logged onto her/their many different chat and service accounts, her
white fingers tapping away, navigating herself to her regular hangout
room at Chatnow.kk
Andarcus has joined #Talkalot
Andarcus: Good evening, all!
Jpeedresi: evening andarcus
Jpeedresi: just me here again.
Andarcus: yeah, hey J, what's up
Andarcus: getting anything done in the ladies department yet?
Jpeedresi: nope. still nothing
Jpeedresi: getting kinda depressed about it.
Andarcus: jeesh, it's not hard
Andarcus: just go up, and talk to a girl, or woman
Andarcus: if you're not ugly things will work out.
Jpeedresi: im way too shy to do that.
Jpeedresi: but i guess it works for you with all the women you post
about here.
Andarcus: maybe I should come teach you about women in person then
Andarcus: You don't live too far away from here, do you?
Jpeedresi: where do you live?
Andarcus: 77 Duelavard St.
Jpeedresi: JESUS you live THERE?! no wonder you pull in all the women!
Who wouldn't want to go back to a fuckin' mansion!
Andarcus: Well hey, I just think i'm best off talking to you in your own
place. Besides, it's not just women you want, but women with a
bit...extra, eh?
Jpeedresi: uh....how did you know about that? Ive never brought it
up....
Andarcus: Just knowing you a bit. Look, how about we meet somewhere in
public? or do you prefer me dropping by?
Jpeedresi: i guess you can drop by. I live at 12 Hornan Avenue
Jpeedresi: Hopefully you can help me get the MILF of my dreams. /s
Andarcus: Mhmm. I'll need a while to prepare. I'll show up on your front
porch by 8
Jpeedresi: i...i guess.
Andarcus: See you then, mate
The smile on her face became pretty wide as a plan started to form in
her mind.
WFT turned around, spinning on the chair with a bit of childish joy. 'A
shemale milf? That can be arranged..." There was a sense of perverse joy
in her smile, and the way she strutted through the room wouldn't have
been ill-suited for an evil queen in a fantasy movie. Underneath, both
halves worked in unison, ideas flying back and forth, and none really
knew whose thoughts were theirs. Not that it mattered, for they were one
and the same right now. Finally she made her way to the region of tables
containing female masks, separated in one category of video game masks
for conventions and one for general custom made masks. For a moment she
stopped as she gazed upon the mask of Palutena. Her devious grin turned
into a calm, deeply content one as memories of a fun event arose once
again. For a moment she stood still before she reached for her own
face, stretching it to the right with a firm grasp, feeling the
sensation of her face deforming as even her eyes seemed to shift out of
place to be dragged along. As she let go, her own face slammed back into
its own perfect shape. The moment had passed, and she moved to the next
table.
Around the table lay various masks of more realistic people, lacking
either the outrageous hairstyles or skin colors of the previous table,
but rather, the people you'd encounter in a random office selling paper
somewhere. They lay there, nearly organized full head masks on top of
masks stands, with a little custom nameplate of the fictional name
they'd come up with for them. I wasn't surprising to see that most of
them were just various hot, young women that they made good use of in
their sexcapades. But nothing that could be called a milf, outside
of...Alice. A slightly thicker face, full of life with a set of thin
rimmed glasses attached while her blonde hair fell back quite a bit her
eyes were only a subdued shade of blue. She was best described as full,
to the perfect degree of not being too thin but not too fat as to be
unattractive. With the right clothes, not to mention the right body,
she'd make for a fine MILF indeed.
For a moment she paused and contemplated exactly what she wanted. To
give his dream, and then unmask herself. But what would be a fun reveal?
She looked into the mirror. "While that would be unexpected, I guess I'm
better off going with a guy. Would make sense. She put the Alice mask
under her arm while she returned to the previous section of male masks
and suits. She picked out one of the many masks almost without a second
thought, as the gender would be more of a surprise than the exact
details of his face. On the far left of the giant room was the hall of
dicks as they've come to calling it. In one long row lay all the custom
skinsuits they'd made over the years, with proportions and muscles of
all sizes and shaped. It looked like a giant horror factory, nudity on
full display as sets of decapitated bodies hung there. She let her hand
wander past the suits tapping on a giant parade of man-asses, groping
them before moving on to the next one. Finally she just idly grabbed a
skinsuit of the hook, a unspectacular one at best. A perfect disguise,
as it seemed that it was so bland and average that it's hard to describe
to you outside of the fact that it was just another male skinsuit.
With a smile she placed the buzz cut mask over her head, the smooth
Caucasian skin taking that of the whiter, pale one. It seemed quite ugly
to see as the skin below her new face melded into a colored mix in-
between white-paint and strangely pale human, a strange transition
between the thicker normal skinned neck of the man and the cosplay-
worthy shoulders of the Wii Fit Trainer "Nice." Somehow the incongruity
between the male face and the female body seemed to turn her/him on.
Still, there was work to do. With its frail white hands it picked up the
headless suit, putting one foot inside its neck as it bristled against
her vagina. The neck hole was stretched quite wide as she slipped in her
second foot. It didn't take her more than 15 seconds to pull up the suit
against her crotch, all of her lower half disappearing into a more hairy
and (slightly) thicker exterior of a fully featured man. She pulled it
up to her neck now, her breast smoothly disappearing under a hairy
chest. One arm clamped the front of her skin while the other arm sneaked
inside. More and more his skin gained the right, human color, until in
the end there stood a man, and only a man. Not that that would last
long, as soon the man reached for the Alice head. He took one last look
at it, kissing it on the cheek, before letting the golden locks be his
own. First, he lifted the mask over his head, and then slowly dragged it
over his own. All went to black as the next steps were without vision.
For a moment it got quite freaky as the edge between the mask and suit
below it had disappeared, leaving only half-formed freak of a man with a
strangely morphed face of a woman on top. With two clawing male hands he
pressed into the skin of his new ugly face and pulled it down, further
and further until it locked into place on top of his head. The newly
crowned wo-man smiled at her face. A tad plumb, but it has a homely,
motherly kind of feel. She smiled, a sincere one. This was going to be
amazing indeed.
She spun around slightly, feeling her dick go along with a wavy motion.
"Only two more steps."
Picking out ah female body was far easier than the male ones, since A.
she didn't have a thin face and B. they only had suits in three sizes, a
few fat, most thin, and a few in-between. As if shopping for clothes she
held up different skinsuits in front of her, looking mostly at the
difference between the thickness of her face and that of the suit that
was supposed to go along with it. Finally, she picked it one that was
quite well shaped, in all directions. Nice outstanding ass, a fine pair
of C-cup tits were the two factors that made the final choice. She was
going to be a MILF, after all, not a MINF. This time, she laid the suit
open in its back, spreading the gap wide. This time though, she stepped
in the wrong way around, her dick slapping against the ass, and as she
pulled it up she could feel the strange feeling of her feet almost
seemingly doing an 180 as two merged into one. She pressed her male
hands into the suit, and forcibly slammed the tab on her back/belly up.
She almost lost balance as the sudden 180 degree spin of her lower body
merged into the suit that was faced forward.
"Nearly done." She rubbed her own nether parts, softly moaning as she
applied more pressure to herself. Rather than get wet she got rather dry
as the skin underneath began to change shape and fill out before all of
a sudden thrust forward as the penis of the male costume appeared to
complete her disguise as a shemale milf. Now all she needed was clothes
and she was good to go.
The milf, Deria, as she had come to name this new form decided on a
simple female business suit representing a casual working mother who
just needed some loving after work. Deria checked her look deciding on
skipping any cosmetics outside of simple black eyeliner and cheap
lipstick. Finally, she checked the time on her/their phone.. 7PM. She'd
rather be earlier then later.
"Milf of your dreams, here I come."
A luxury car pulled up at the driveway and Deria parked right next to
the old ran down white van. After one final look at herself in the rear-
view mirror, the MILF stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut
behind her. Everything was perfect. She was perfect. Now to see what he
was like. Though, she/they could guess just why. Some guys just have a
natural lack of self-confidence around girls. Not to mention, J had
always been timid. Now, to see how he responded to his fantasy coming to
life...in all facets. She kept her mind subdued, hoping to not draw any
attention to her lower half. For now...
After one final straightening of her black blouse, Deria hit the
doorbell.
"Coming!" She could hear the short, fast footsteps of someone barreling
down a pair of stairs in excitement, tugging open the door.
"Andarcus, I presume?" The smile on his face and the confident look on
the thin face disappeared. There wasn't a man in front of him, not the
cool Tony Stark-esque type in front of him, but rather, what looked like
an overworked middle aged MILF.
"Hello." The guy wasn't far from what she expected. A frail-looking man,
short blonde hair, and the moment he identified her he averted his eyes.
"Good evening, J. Do tell me, what does the J stand for?"
"Jeremy..."
"So, are you going to let me in or what?"
"Mm....yeah, okay." Jeremy moved to the side, staring longingly at the
fine ass that passed by him.
"So...you're not who i expected."
"Who did you expect? Santa Claus?" With a sensual strut Deria headed
over ot the old couch in the limited living room, she sat on one end,
her tight legs crossed, showing off her legs a bit. She licked her lips
in a suggestive manner.
"Come on then, have a seat." Jeremy stood on the far end of the room,
looking down while his hands covered his crotch. "Come on, come on..."
She slapped the pillow on the couch. Meekly he obeyed, sitting as far
away from her as he could.
"So, tell me, why do you think you have trouble talking to women? Bad
relationship with your ma?" Deria crossed her arms, jokingly squeezing
her breasts to show them off some more.
"I, ehm, ehm...well, I...I don't know."
"Shy, aren't you?"
There was no real response. It was clear that he was not going to
initiate anything himself. It was as if her mere presence was paralyzing
him with fear.
"Soooo...are you going to talk or just act like this all night." Deria
leaned forward, giving him a good look on the upper parts of her rack.
"So, Jeremy, why don't you tell me more about yourself? Or rather, what
you want? What do you want, Jeremy?" She shook her front end a bit.
I guess we'll take his virginity then. No way in hell this guy's got any
before.
Deria removed her blouse, disregardendly tossing it aside. She clearly
noticed just how hard Jeremy was looking at her, without trying to be
seen checking her out.
"You need to get out more, out of that shell. It's hot in here, isn't
it.."? With that, she removed her shirt, showing off her upper half in
full. "So, talk to me, Jeremy, or rather, feel me."
In a moment Jeremy semed to finally unwind as he gently and softly
groped Deria, more and more of his reservations falling to the wayside.
Gently, he touched her nipples, poking them, feeling the weight in his
hand.
"I didn't expect...you to be here. Did, did, did Andarkus hire you?"
Deria smiled as she reached around his shoulders, dragging him into a
real tight kiss, putting the squeeze on him.
"How does that feel, buddy?"
"Feels...good.."
"Obviously you've never done this before, have you?"
"No...not really. Andarkus owes you a lot money doesn't he?"
Deria merely laughed as she broke the intense groping.
"You're here, but in the end, this isn't what you want, is it?"
Jeremy hesistated, all the confidence he'd built up gone.
"A milf is what you so dreamed of, but...I'm not just a Milf." With a
teasing look she went down to her skirt, pressing against her crotch as
she moaned gently. Then she undid the small belt holding it all
together, ripping it off to reveal a throbbing erection. Now the picture
was complete, and she could see his excitement increase...but would it
also decrease his inhibitions?
"Oh, my, god." Now it was happening, his mouth falling open, his eyes
wide and willing.?
"It's real. Do you still have trouble talking to girls if they have a
dick?"
"Well...you're, you're everything..."
"You've ever wanted?" She smacked her red lips, the look on her face not
far from one that would suit Palutena.
Okay the scenario is this.
He submits and undresses, sucks her off till ejaculation, then up the
ass a bt before the reveal, he dresses up in the big man suit first to
feel it then itno the milf suit while wft teaches hin nhow it works.
Then final lewd and were done here
"Yeah. Everything and more..."
"Go on then, silly." Deria leaned back in a provocative pose, both her
hands pointing at her crotch. "Touch it."
Jeremy reached out a hesitant hand towards her shaft.
"You dream of a shemale MILF and now when it's within reach you
hesitate? Really now, Jeremy?" She grabbed his hand and pressed his palm
against her erection.
"Uh...uh!" he studdered as she began to guide his hand up and down until
he grasped it on his own, and began pumping her.
"Nggh, tell me, Jeremy." She wrapped her hand around his neck and
dragged him close "Are you gay? Or confused? Or just open for anything?"
"I...I guess I'm bi. I've never really thought about it."
"Ill give you some time, then. And experience!" Within a moment she
dragged away his hand, then with a suprise pull dragged his suprised
mouth onto her dick. She held him there, but not too forcibly as to
inflict pain.
"Suck it, bi-boy! Taste my pre-cum!"? She squeezed her own breast to
double the stimulation as she looked at Jeremy's discomfort.
He started to use his tongue to lather her head in saliva.
Deria pulled him off her dick, holding his head up and looking him in
the eyes. "Did you enjoy it, boy?"
Jeremy gasped for air, and nodded his head in confirmation.
"Back on you go, then." With a firm slap on his ass and one finger
pointed at her own crotch, she smiled. This was going much better then
she had expected. Already he was letting go more and more, getting into
it. He applied just a bit more pressure, his own cock fully erect. He
couldn't believe it. She was...here...the wo-man of his dreams. All of
his gay fantasies and his fantasies of milfs flooded his mind as he went
down on her more and more. He didn't quite know how good he was doing,
but for him, it was everything he desired. He positioned himself
inbetween her lovely shaped thick legs, for a moment pulling away just
to get any proper breath again.
"Come on, come on. We don't have all day, do we?"
"Yes...mistress..."? He looked up at her, begging for confirmation to
move it to the next level.
"Suck." Deria leaned forward, slapping him in his face with her erect
cock, as he leaned in to continue his work, finally letting his tongue
circle around her throbbing fat cock, her body shivering in joy.
This is going much better then expected.
When are we going to show our true colours?
Later, dear...enjoy the feeling for now.
Oh, I very much am.
The feeling of getting a blowjob, now when both of them were inside one
body, and one wasn't on the other half felt so unique, them being
almost, almost one. It was hard to describe but their thoughts faded in
and out from perfect syncronicity. More than 90 percent of the time,
they, or she, were one. Yet if one wanted to, they could free themselves
partially from the mind, to have their own separate thoughts.
Deria smiled widely, enjoying the feeling of touching her own breasts
while Jeremy worked her lower half, hands gently massaging her legs
while servicing her private parts. A constant stream of pleasure wreaked
havoc upon her, more and more it felt like a giant flow of water,
smashing through rows of dams, each weaker than the last, until the
floods unleashed themselves. And like the flood the extacy flew out of
her erection into Jeremy's mouth. Caught off guard, he? started
coughing, splattering cum all over Deria's chest.
"Oooooh....yesss..." Jermy buckled over, coughing intensely, cum from
Deria's master cock flying into his face without remorse. He closed his
eyes and just let it wash over him, as he himself came, his own cum
splattering on the floor. For a moment, eroticism clouded all three of
their minds, and they took time to bask in the afterglow.
Then she merely pointed at her own cum-covered lower half. Immediately,
Jeremy began to work his tongue like a good lapdog, licking up all
around before doing a final clean up of her dick. She moaned gently as
he did a proper job, sucking to get the remnants of cum that dripped
from her dick, squezing it all out with strong pressure from his lips.
There was only one thought on her mind or rather theirs. It was all
about to happen; the thing they were working towards.
"So. I guess this doesn't quite help you talk to girls now, does it?"
"...I guess. Not." Again, the insecurity struck and the walls of
akwardness torn down by sexual desire rebuilt themselves. It was as if
the worries of his current situation reappeared. "I guess not
no...but...do I really need to?"
"Unfortunately, you do. You kinda have to talk to them to get to this
point." she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Before i do." She waved dismissively at his confused face. 'Tell me, if
there was a way to make it happen, would you want to be me?"
"Be...you?"
"If you could be me, fully functionally, would you want to?"
"..well, i guess it would be hot...but? impossible."
"Impossible? Oh, how wrong you are." With that she grabbed her cheek
firmly and surely, slowly stretching it out as her face distorted,
dragging along her side of her face while her eyes remained in place
Jeremy's eyes widened as he backed away in shock and fear "What the
fuck? What the fuck? How is that possible? I can't...I can't..."
Here it comes
With a snap Deria's face returned to normal even though the colour of
her skin of her cheeks was quite red, the pattern of her own hand still
visible. "I'm not really who i claim to be, in fact, I am Andarcus." And
with that, "she" put her own hands in her neck, gripping tightly as she
put her hands deeply into her skin on her neck, the nearly magic
material keeping it intact for a moment before finally giving in, as
Deria?s whole face distorted, dragged along her own chin, pulling loose
from her own neck to reveal the white one underneath, her face folding
inwards ,removing itself from her own neck with a big schlorp.
Immediately the somewhat thicker neck of Deria was replaced with that of
the thinner yet more muscular of the male face below.
?Well, i guess I have something to explain then, don?t I??
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