Gender: Male Age: 55 Location: N/A
|Introduction: wife becomes black cock slut|
Sarah woke the following morning from her anaesthetic-aided sleep to the now familiar sensation of Master Brutus working his prehensile tongue into her cavernous, tattooed anus. Involuntarily returning his thrusts with satisfied wiggles of her own, she slipped back into reality with a satisfied moan, before the fog lifted fully and she realised her throat was really sore. As memories of the full enormity of yesterday’s modifications gelled in her slut mind, she felt the urge to leap to her feet and go to the bathroom to check out the damage, but some primal instinct now so deep rooted in her as to undeniable reminded her that Master Brutus needed his morning treats first. As her dreadlocked head dropped sleepily to the great Dane’s groin, her pretty mouth opened with a sigh, and her multi-pierced tongue began it’s expert dance across his crimson rocket, which emerged rapidly from its sheath to fill her eager mouth until the tip touched the back of her esophagus, and with an adept swallow she took it’s bulk into her slender neck with ease. As she masturbated the beast’s cock with her throat, she was aware of a deep soreness, but it wasn’t an issue, and she reached round to grab his furry balls to encourage him to feed her the reward she was coming to crave., As the tempo increased, she felt the knot form, and again regretted not having a hinged jaw that would let her hold the knot in whilst he ejaculated- the huge purple knot forced his cock back out from her throat into her mouth, and she milked the mighty knot with her other hand as the beast growled and sent hose after hose of doggie cum over the back of her throat. So copious was the load that the slut struggled to gulp it all down, but coped with the delivery, and found herself musing about whether the doc could do something with her jaw that would negate the knotty problem?
Getting happily to her feet, she padded contentedly to the bathroom, as Brutus went off in search of Maisy, content now that his charge was safely awake and anointed.
Yawning, she stretched before looking in the mirror- at which point her jaw dropped and she gasped out loud. Right in the centre of her once beautiful, lily-white neck, was a stainless steel plug, attached to the escutcheon around it by a short chain. Adorned around the steel obscenity was a blaze of colour, intricately woven as ever by Ceebert, of a bald headed tattooed woman facing away from the portal, which unmistakeably formed a massive anus around which the familiarly tattooed thighs were based. She was depicted, just as she was on her stomach, as all anus-but the scale of this image was unreal-it looked like a train was about to emerge from her slut asshole! As the initial shock subsided, Sarah became aware of the erotic value of such a brazen piece of filth in full and permanent view, and was strangely aroused as she performed her morning enemas and shower..
As she sat before her dresser fixing her make-up, shimmering in a bright yellow silk teddy that her cinched gourds were forced to dangle over the top of, now they were nothing like the shape that conventional lingerie was designed for, darcy brought her a tray of juice and coffee, all bustling in pink and in a cloud of very feminine scent. Feeling mischievous, Sarah reached under her maid’s uniform, and, after lingering briefly to tease her stocking tops, she felt her poor tortured balls, which Paula had now permanently in a scrotum stretcher. Noting that they now dangled down fully six inches, indeed past the tops of her stockings, Sarah teased her little clitty, before asking her huskily what she thought of her wife’s latest modification? As Darcy gasped upon seeing the throat portal, her little clit gave a throb, and Sarah resisted the urge to bring her to orgasm-she wasn’t sure she was in the mood for a punishment urethral fucking today.
“Glad I still excite you, darcy” teased the slut, as she poured herself coffee “ No cereal this morning?” she added, noting the absence.
“No-master’s orders..liquids only today- and you need to take this” blushed a flustered darcy, embarrassed at the pitiful erection under her frills. As she offered a large tablet, Sarah immediately recognised the stomach acid suppressant that she had experienced once before, and sub consciously touched the image of the corn snake on her thigh as her excitement rose. Swallowing the tablet, she watched darcy flounce out, before fixing her make-up, noticing that all her lip gloss had been removed other than the brown ones, of which a substantial stock had been added. As she painted her greedy slut mouth in deep brown, she started to feel the need in her gourds for her daily injection, and almost purred with relief when Ceebert came in, syringes in hand.
As Ceebert filled the first syringe with the cocktail of drugs that made Sarah’s rehabilitation such a pleasure now, he felt a wave of excitement at the way the portal glinted in the light, and, handing the slut her first Hypo, he watched her lift one heavy gourd, and saw her eyes flicker as she entered needle –heaven, and hungrily pushed the plunger. This normally excited him beyond belief, but this morning, he just wanted her to hurry up, as his morning task was to test drive the throat portal, before walking her across town to the hard rock café where her anal beading was due a thorough road test as well.
Across town, Winston had a site meeting with webmaster Jay. The new, custom-made house/studio was taking shape fast. His intention was that, after the farm next weekend, she should visit the domestic home just one more time, for an act of final humiliation, before becoming permanently resident in the new place, where each room was wired for transmission live to “deep_inside_sarah” as webmaster Jay saw fit. Having a full-time residential webmaster meant that the income from filming her exploits would always be at a premium, and live streaming was to be available many times a day. The income from the site was now so bountiful that the new studio was already paid for, and Teddy, Winston and Jay were set to make a fortune from their little white slut.
Back at the family home, Sarah ‘s lip trembled in pleasure as she injected the last of the venom onto her now coal-black aureolae, and the waves of her first anal orgasm of the day abated. Helping down from the injection pedestal, Ceebert guided her gently, almost lovingly back into the bedroom.
As she luxuriated in the aftershocks of her breast injections, Ceebert thought how beautiful she looked in the yellow silk, and then saw the irony of the fact that, unlike most other sluts, this one was actually more lovely still when the lingerie was removed and the full colors of the litany of filth that adored her was on show.
Stroking her cornrows, Ceebert explained that he was charged with the task of teaching her to breath through her portal, and they were to spend the morning perfecting this. This done, she had an appointment at the hard rock café this afternoon, where her anal modifications would be tested to the full. Trembling with excitement, Sarah listened eagerly as Ceebert explained that, from this moment forth, whenever a master occupied her throat, she would learn instinctively to pull the plug from her portal, and, once she had conquered the fear of suffocation, she would learn to trust the fact that she could breath through this portal quite satisfactorily whilst her slender neck was rammed to bursting with meat.
Despite finding this highly improbable, the slut trusted Ceebert totally, so it was with a little fear and a lot of excitement that her final oral education began.
As Ceebert disrobed, and his magnificent black weapon sprang, fully erect, to attention in front of her, Sarah automatically began her routine of dropping to her knees and worshipping his balls first, nibbling them gently before tongue bathing each one until the wrinkles became smooth, then taking each full sack lovingly in her mouth and suckling it hungrily like an overripe fruit. Not for the first time, she felt disappointed at not being able to take both of his testes in her mouth at once, and again wondered if Doctor G could help her with this?
Once each ball sack was duly adored, and Ceebert was moaning in pleasure, fighting the urge for his knees to buckle, she pushed him gently back onto the bed, urging him to lay on his back as she sought out his anus to rim. Ceebert, sensing her needs, lifted his knees, and the slut’s dreadlocked head hungrily dived between his ebony buttocks as she sought her prize. As soon as her tongue touched his sphincter, she realised something was different. Since she had learned to love rimming, she was constantly frustrated by not being able to get her tongue more than an inch or so into her Masters’ bodies- but as she flicked her tongue around Ceeberts anus and savoured his musk, she suddenly felt like a lizard, as her tongue, unrestrained now by the tiresome frenum, seemed to extend as far as she wanted it to. Excited beyond belief, and proud of the fact that her lips were so resplendently painted in brown, she drove her slut tongue into Ceebert’s rectum, gasping with pleasure both at the moans of delight her master was making to effort to disguise, and the new sensations and flavours that lay fully three inches into his body, as that was the depth her modified tongue could now reach. Excited by the new taste sensation, she was just starting her second anal orgasm of the morning when it dawned oh her what that new taste was. Thoughts of Wayne’s disgusting anus came flooding back, and it was with shame as well as pride that she realised that the taste she was now relishing was the same that she rejected only a few days ago much to the disgust of her Masters. Confused, she carried on with her exploration of Ceebert’s bowel, and was glad when the misgivings were swept away by the wave of her orgasm, as her anus spasmed in perfect sympathy with the pulses of Ceeberts back passage as it squeezed her tongue in gratitude.
Weak from the pleasure, Ceebert very reluctantly let her withdraw from his ass after she had explored it thoroughly, and then both prepared for the big moment.
“As soon as my cock is fully in your throat Sarah, I will remove the plug. When you reach the point where you would normally come up for air, try to breathe. Don’t panic, it won’t happen straight away, but once you realise that it is possible, your body will deal with the new way to breath” he said soothingly.
Nodding in trust, her dreadlocked head dropped to his cock, and she began the very familiar task of swallowing it whole. After her usual tongue foreplay on and around the helmet, she swallowed him gratefully, and began the long descent to his pubes. Savouring the feel of the two new beads at the back of her throat, Ceebert relished her throating skills, and as her brown lips brushed his pubic bone, he gently removed the portal plug, leaving it dangling on its short chain. Holding her head in his hands, he felt her move up and down on his shaft, masturbating his rod with her throat, until, after 30 seconds or so, he felt her start to withdraw for air. Pressing gently on her head he tried to implant the suggestion in her mind that she should not withdraw, but use the portal. Running out of air, Sarah tried to take a breath, but her body told her that she could not breath, and she pulled back off his shaft, coughing and spluttering for oxygen. Apologising profusely to the Master she adored and would do anything to please, she accepted his reassurances that everything was OK, and she began her second descent. Again at the moment when she needed air, he urged her head to stay down, but again her body rebelled. Before the third time, Ceebert asked her “You do trust me slut, don’t you?”
“More than anything Master” came the honest reply.
“Good….well hold that thought and go down again “ he said firmly but soothingly
As her lips touched pubes for the third time, he removed the plug again, and held her head firmly- this time her body was going to listen to him!
As she ran out of air, she tried again to retreat, but this time Ceebert’s grip was like iron-she was going nowhere, as the panic rose, she told herself Ceebert would never harm her, and focussed on adapting to her new orifice. Just as she felt darkness washing over her, some primeval need to survive kicked in, and with a wheezing sound, fresh air rasped into her lungs through the steel portal that was depicted as her anus. As her lungs filled with air, she realised that her body had taught itself to use the portal through survival reflex, and, as she nestled her lips on Ceeberts pubic bone, she savoured the luxury of breathing normally whilst impaled on 10 inches of neck-meat.
As she got used to breathing this way, she started exploring...with her newly modified tongue, she could reach out and lick the whole of Ceebert’s ball bag whilst her throat milked his mighty shaft, and for a full 20 minutes she adored his bull testicles as she learnt to swallow each time she wanted to send a peristaltic wave of pleasure through his cock. Ceebert could not believe the sensations his slut was giving him- he had enjoyed a non-stop throat milking and ball tongue bath for nearly half an hour without interruption. He prided himself on his self control, but this slut was something else, and grabbing a cinched gourd in each hand, he reached the point of no return, and pulled the slut’s head down onto his cock as hard as he could by her gourds as he emptied his massive load deep into her stomach. The sudden pain in her gourds took Sarah over the edge and into tit world, as her throat convulsed instinctively round his shaft as her anal orgasm burst asunder just as the first of the many ropes of thick cum sprayed the walls of her deeper esophagus. She and he had shared a simultaneous throat orgasm-that had to be a first!
As Ceebert carefully withdrew, the sobbing slut thanked him over and over for her new modifications and the new sensations he had shown her.
“Don’t thank me, lil slut-thank Doctor G. He’s gonna be spending the night with you later” he grinned, ignoring the pang of jealousy that he briefly felt as he said it.
Sarah composed herself and redid her make-up. Ceebert noticed that she was applying it in an increasingly slutty way, and reflected that she had had no orders recently to that effect, so it was her choice. She was becoming more of a slut than they had ever dared hope.
Keeping in theme with yellow for the day, she slipped a buttercup colored silk dress over her teddy, added pale primrose hold-ups and 4 inch heels, and then presented herself before Ceebert for inspection before their afternoon began.
Ceebert stifled a whistle-the silk was flimsy enough to see clearly that her breasts were cinched, heavily pierced, and hung down either side of her waist. The camisole covered some of her ink, but much of was visible under the flimsy dress. In the right light, you could even make out the bells that hung from her labia, and the inflation ball behind it. This was exhibitionism of the first order- and she did not yet know that he was to walk her across town on a leash rather than whisk her here in the pimpmobile as per normal.
“You look beautiful slut” enthused Ceebert, and as she bent her slender neck to receive the “slut” dog collar, he wondered if that had been a non-masterly thing to say?
Bursting with pride, Sarah accepted the proffered collar willingly, glad that the pinkness of the leather didn’t clash with her yellow outfit. It was also pleasing to her, although she wasn’t quite sure why, that the slut collar lay sufficiently below the portal tattoo that both were clearly visible. She was little confused, however, when he clipped the leash to her collar- they normally only did that when she exited the pimpmobile and they wanted her humiliated.
As the exited the marital home into the sunshine of early fall, Sarah realised the pimpmobile wasn’t there- Ceebert had been dropped off by Winston that morning on the way to his site meeting with webmaster Jay.
“But, but…” stammered the slut as the realisation that she was to paraded across town in virtually see-through clothing on a leash dawned.
“What’s the matter slut?- don’t you feel proud enough of your rehabilitation to enjoy public exposure?” teased Ceebert, trying to attone for his accidental show of affection earlier. “ Besides, the wardrobe choice was yours, not ours” he added, and she realised, not for the first time, that her inner slut was emerging independently of her training.
As they walked across town, Sarah was heavily conscious of the abnormal shape of her gourds as they swung unfettered under her dress, and the bells as they tinkled as she walked. She gradually got used to people turning and staring at her as they noticed her ink and tried to decipher it, and she eventually relaxed to the tinkling of the bells, glorying in the sexuality they represented-but she couldn’t get used to her chest. All her adult life men (and some women) had openly ogled her magnificent mammaries, and now they pointed at her deformed saggies like she was a freak. However much she loved the slut that she was becoming, she should be proud of her africanized chest, but was struggling with it. Ceebert noticed her discomfort, and asked her about it. When she explained, he laughed. “Sarah, your new chest is the pinnacle of our achievements- you will learn to love it above all else- but the fact that it still embarrasses you as well as excites you is interesting-we shall have to work on that”
As they strode through town, she concentrated on his words-her chest was magnificent-those who stared didn’t understand...and she started to enjoy their weight as they swung pendulum-like beneath her silks.
After what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at the Hard Rock, and Ceebert led his slut on her leash into the bar, where a grinning Patrick welcomed them, taking in Sarah’s latest developments with an appreciative eye as he spoke. His eyes lingered on her tits-Wow, the boys certainly did a number on those mothers-they were barely recognisable. Hot stuff indeed.
“ Go on through Ceebert, the back bar is all ready for you” offered the old barkeep cheerily. As they walked through the bar past knowing glances and smiles, they entered the corridor that Sarah knew so well. Each time she came here, they queued up for her.
Entering the back room, the heat from the special lighting immediately told the slut that whatever transpired here this afternoon was to be filmed live on webcam. As usual, there were some 20 black men, some not yet out of their teens grinning hungrily at her, like lions would eye a lamb chop. Avoiding eye contact with them, she followed Ceebert across the room to what was obviously the filming area, where a weight training bench was the focal point of the many cameras set up there. Winston was there with another, equally imposing bald black man, who Winston introduced as Webmaster Jay. As Sarah curtseyed, Winston explained that now “deep_inside_sarah” had gone viral, a full time webmaster was required, and that she would be seeing a great deal more of him henceforth.
“Ceebert tells be that the Doc did a good job on your throat, slut- I hope he did the same with your ass-beads, because these 20 brothers here are going to put it through it’s paces all afternoon. Does that excite you slut?” he teased
“Yes Master” she replied, blushing at her honesty.
Again for the cameras, insisted Winston, and she realised that they were already live.
Caught up now in the total obscenity of it all, she licked her shiny brown lips and looked straight at the camera as a she said in as huskily sexy a voice as she could muster “I cannot wait to take these 20 master’s cocks in my newly beaded ass, thankyou Master Winston”
The whole room fell silent as the sheer sexuality of Sarah’s capitulation sunk in- she now had their attention as well as her many thousands of paying voyeurs.
“Very good slut- your attitude is improving” teased Winston “Now here’s this afternoon’s plan. You will lie face down on this bench, and will be strapped to it around your waist and thighs. The camera will take a tour of your latest mods, and then the action will begin. The brothers will line up in order of cock size, smallest first-we don’t want to bust those new beads open through going in too fast. After the 20 have been, then you will drink the fruits of your labours. There are two small additions to explain- firstly, Ceebert tells me your slut gourds still cause you embarrassment-this is excellent, because that gives us more reason to stretch them more thoroughly and urgently. Jay will therefore attach handles top the underside of your cinches before we strap you to the bench-give the brothers a little something to pull themselves in your ass a bit deeper with1 Secondly, due to plans in the future that you do not yet need to know about, we need to teach you to consider your stomach an extension of your throat in that it is a sexual organ. We know from Roger how much you enjoyed having the snakes in there, so we have decided to develop you further. Now that you can breath whilst your throat is blocked, we are going to feed this into your stomach for the duration of the time you are on the bench it is a vibrating stomach dildo, roughly the same in girth as Ceebert’s cock, but long enough to reach across your stomach and rest in the pylorus, which is a vagina-like sheath on the exit side. It has never been done before, but we are going to try to teach your pylorus to respond sexually to stimulation. It will doubtless take some while, but Jay is adamant that your viewers want to see it. Attached to one of the handles on your gourds is a button. When each brother does your beaded slut ass, he is under orders to push the button just as he cums-this will start the head vibrating for a duration of 10 seconds. Maybe in time your body will learn to make the link-who knows, but it will be fun trying The dildo has a webcam in the head, so we can all enjoy the experience”
Slack jawed in awe at this development, Sarah stood silently as Jay attached the shiny gold handles to her cinches, one of which had a button, but no wiring (remote, presumably) that done, he produced a two foot long black flexible dildo, some two inches in girth, and proceeded to lube it up suggestively in front of her. Ceebert stepped forward, and whispering soothing encouragement in her ear, pulled her head back gently by her dreads. As Jay approached her brown lips with the dildo, her mouth, not for the first time opened involuntarily, as if anything black and phallic had automatic right of passage there. As Ceebert stroked her neck, Jay fed the flexible snake into her throat inch by inch. As soon as it passed the portal, he pulled the steel plug out, and Sarah swallowed the stomach dildo effortlessly the rest of the way down, to the accompaniment of heavy rasps as air entered the portal periodically.
As it passed into her stomach, the pleasurable sensations that throat sex gave her these days faded to a sort of nausea, as the black plastic nudged into her pylorus. Now she understood why she was on liquids only today, and no stomach acid to upset the delicate electronics. As thousands of viewers around the web enjoyed worms eye coverage of the dildoing of her stomach, she obediently lay face down on the bench and was strapped down. Enjoying the comforting feel of the tightness of the straps, she tried to ignore the unpleasant feelings in her stomach, as she enjoyed the heat of the stage lights as they accompanied the cameras journey across her posterior, lingering awhile to show the “ beaded for your pleasure” logo that had been requested by one of the site members who was doubtless now enjoying seeing his ideas come to life.
“Don’t forget, viewers, that she has her weekend at the farm in a few days, and , if she behaves herself, she will be rewarded by the tattooing of her bald head. We still haven’t decided on the design so keep those suggestions flowing in to firstname.lastname@example.org You may see your ideas etched forever in the slut’s scalp” commentated Jay as the camera finished it’s sweep of the website’s eponymous heroine
“Right boys-we’ve modified her ass for maximum pleasure-let the test drive begin” encouraged the webmaster, as the first of the twenty took his place between the slut’s butt cheeks. Although the least well endowed of the twenty, his cock was still well above average, but the head popped into the gaping sphincter with no resistance even after zero penetration for 48 hours, such was the capacity of Sarah’s bowel now. A little disappointed at the lack of resistance, he pushed harder, and encountered the first row of beads. Never had he dreamed such a myriad of sensations could be derived from a simple ass-fuck. Each bead teased his cock flange tantalisingly, and, taking his time to ease his 8 inches of black meat into her rectum, he felt every bead in every row, as he plundered her ass ever deeper. He wasn’t going to last long at this rate, such was the stimulation from the beads, so he slowed his plumbing tempo down a little to prolong the anal coitus.
Sarah went to cry out as his cock hit the first row of beads, but the stomach dildo stifled it- the sensations were, for her also, like nothing she had ever experienced. Her super-sensitive colon had for ages now relished all form of stimulation, but this was something else-every nerve ending in her body exploded with pre-orgasmic pulses, as her ass-pussy devoured it’s first post modification cock hungrily, her anal orgasm building. Responding to Sarah’s thrusts, the first of the twenty threw caution to the wind- he wasn’t going to last long in the face of this kind of pleasure in any event, so he reached forward for the cinch handles, and used her breast meat to pull himself as deep into her slut bowel as he could, slamming relentlessly into that tunnel of pleasure that clenched back at him like it was French kissing his cock. The beading was incredible- coupled with the painful pulling on her gourds that sent her hurtling into tit-world, the new bead-strength anal spasms exploded into an orgasm the likes of which she had never enjoyed before. The massive increase in Sarah’s muscle spasming had the desired effect on the cock in her ass, and as its owner pulled as hard as he could on her gourds, getting his cock as deep as possible into her colon, he erupted in an orgasm of his own, filling her back passage with scalding hot sperm and pressing the button that started the dildo in her pylorus vibrating.
Just as the new super-strength sensations threatened her consciousness, the dildo in her stomach started humming, and a feeling of nausea brought her back from the brink of the super-orgasm that had threatened. Although she still experienced an ass-orgasm like she was used to as the lad finished spewing his seed into her colon, she felt a little cheated at having been deprived of the next step in her orgasmic evolution.
As the buzzing stopped and the second brother took his place, she again marvelled at the feelings each bead gave her-her anal wall had doubled in sensitivity at a stroke, and as the lad gathered pace and her spasming grew, she again enjoyed the relentless pull on her gourds until, just as the super-orgasm beckoned, the stomach dildo buzzed into life and brought her back from the edge into regular anal orgasm territory.
Thus the afternoon progressed, as larger and larger cocks plumbed her anal depths, enjoying the new internal décor, and pulling themselves deeper and deeper into her bowel by her tit-meat until the cursed stomach buzzing kept her orgasms at their previous level. That level had always been enough to make her delirious with pleasure, but now she knew there was higher threshold-one she kept being pulled back from the brink of, nothing else would ever suffice.
As the thirteenth cock plumbed her depths, she felt him pump the pussy bulb and the bladder inflate. This was the thirteenth is a series of 20 cocks-fully 9 inches long and nearly two inches thick, and yet he felt the need to tighten her anal grip on his cock-just how loose was her ass becoming? That though made her feel deliciously decadent, and she revelled in the continued pulling that stretched her tortured gourds ever nearer to her waist band ad number thirteen rode every bead in it’s quest for release-then the damned buzzing and the nausea.
As number 20 –the biggest cock in the room apart from Winston rode over the first row of beads, she could tell it was larger than the previous 19 by quite some margin, and this she was surprised when he too pumped the vaginal bladder to add to the feelings. As he heaved his massive engine into her artificially tightened colon, this felt different….she could feel each bead like every time before, but each one seemed to have more sensation than before- maybe it was the combination of the larger cock, the highly inflated bladder, or just her new modifications finally acclimatising, but the sensations were stronger. As the super-orgasm built for the twentieth time that afternoon, Sarah braced herself for the disappointment of the threshold being removed at the last minute again. The pulling on her breast handles became more urgent, the final participant’s thrusts became harder and his breathing heavier, and Sarah’s whole being craved the cum that she knew was there but was constantly denied her. As she thought her whole world would explode, the final delivery of cum of the afternoon scalded her bowel, and the stomach buzzing started, but this time, there was no nausea- just flashing lights and dizziness as the super sensations in her ass-pussy and slut-nips were joined by a new, pit of the stomach sensation that spread throughout her body, as her first ever stomach-orgasm drove her past the bounds of consciousness, and the whole room erupted in applause.
It was fully 5 minutes before the slut regained consciousness. Jay wanted to run the stomach dildo again to see if it would induce orgasm without any extra stimulation, but Winston said No
“One step at a time Jay- this is the first step on a huge journey that she has to take once she moves into the new studio…leave it at that for today”
Seeing the logic of Winston’s plan, Jay and Ceebert removed the stomach dildo from the still unconscious slut and re-plugged the portal, plugged her ass with the feeder plug, removed the cinch handles and unstrapped her.
As she gradually came too, they rolled her over on her back, and as she gasped her thanks for her super-orgasm, they offered the thin suction tube to her pretty brown lips so that she could enjoy the fruits of the twenty who had test driven her anal beads one more time.
It was fully an hour before Sarah had regained enough strength and composure to walk. Ceebert guided her gently out of the Hard Cock café, no leash this time.
Winston sat in the pimpmobile waiting , and as they ushered the heavily weakened slut inside ,they whisked her home for liquid food and rest, her duties done for the day
As she sat on the couch in a diaphanous pink negligee, stroking Brutus’s ears and still, several hours later, enjoying the aftershocks of her super-orgasm. She sipped the protein drink that darcy had made for her and felt her strength return. Still no solids after the acid-suppressant (She supoposed the dildo webcams were too expensive and sensitive to risk) Looking down at her tortured,cinched gourds under her negligee, she fancied that they reached even lower now. Maybe they really would stretch to her waist one day-maybe that was her destiny?
She was just fully relaxed and reliving the new sensations that she had experienced (that last stomach based rush was so remarkable she felt a sense of loss that it had passed) when the door opened and in strode Doctor G
“Don’t get up, slut” he said thoughtfully “ I watched your webcast this afternoon and realise you must be exhausted. Don’t worry, I am not here to over-exert you this evening-just to fulfil a lifelong wish that I think you can now grant”
Her interest aroused, Sarah sat up and bade him join her on the couch.
“Fetch me a drink, bitch” he barked at darcy, who came back with a tumbler of beer.
Using it to wash down two Viagra, Sarah felt a little saddened-no-one had ever needed those to fuck her before. Seeing the shock on her face, Doctor G explained
“Don’t take that personally slut- I have always been interested in prolonged throat penetration-that is why I came up with the breathing portal idea. I undertook to do it for Winston on you in return for some extended throat sessions with you. I intend to sleep the night with you tonight, Sarah, and spend the whole night in your throat. I think the portal will permit that now. I don’t need any input from you-in fact you are welcome to sleep through the event-I just want to experience a full 8 hours in your throat. I will drink a lot of beer, so I will have to pee in your throat, and with the help of the Viagra I will hopefully cum several times without losing rigidity- but you can just lay there and sleep if you like-in fact after today’s exertions I would recommend it.
Feeling a sudden wave of affection for this kind man, who had given her such wonderful gifts recently, she snuggled up to him and said
“ I would like that Doc- but you won’t mind if I’m awake to enjoy the pee and cum moments?” she teased
As the Doc snuggled back at this amazing woman whilst he waited for the Viagra to work, she surprised him still more by first thanking him in specific detail for each of her modifications, but as he drank beer after beer, by sharing with him her frustration at not being able to open her jaw wider. As his mind began to race, the Viagra kicked in and they repaired to the bedroom.
Stroking his impressive erection lovingly, Sarah placed a pillow on the Doctor’s stomach, and then very slowly swallowed his Viagra enhanced throbbing cock right up to his balls. Getting comfy, she purred as the doc removed her portal plug, and she settled in for 8 hours of cock worship whilst catching up on he much needed sleep.
As the slut drifted off, the Doc thoughtfully stroked the hinges of her wide open jaw, and reflected that it would indeed be advantageous if it opened more. Remembering the anatomy of a reticulated python from his college days, he reached for a marker pen and absent-mindedly drew faintly on her face, imagining where the incisions would need to be. As the plan came together, he felt his first orgasm of the night approaching, and was impressed when sensing the change in his breathing, the sleeping slut woke long enough to milk his balls dry into her greedy mouth, before slipping back into sleep as he waited for his bladder to fill.
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