1 comments/ 21558 views/ 0 favorites Popping Pixie By: NEthinggoes22 I had placed the ad in an underground paper as a joke. "LADIES: Get your butthole cherry popped, cheap and very, VERY painfully." I didn't expect any response at all, but, to my surprise, I got an inquiry from a girl who called herself Pixie. "I just want you to know," she told me, when we got around to talking, "that I plan to save my maidenhead for marriage, but, still, I have this urge to be abused. And I mean badly abused." "You've come to the right place," I assured her. I explained to her that, besides bringing the required $200 fee, she would need to reserve and pay for the end room and the room next to it at a motel I had picked out. I told her the reason why she needed to pay for two rooms was that, I was going to pop her butthole cherry in the end room, but we needed to have the room next to it vacant to buffer the sound of her screaming and sobbing. I didn't mention I was going to take the extra precaution of using a ball gag on her. "So what do I get for my $200?" she asked me. "You get your first ass-fucking, hard, fast and deep, with a monster 9" by 2" dildo, and that's it. Of course, if you really want to be badly abused, you can opt for the $500 deluxe package, but it's very intense." "That's the one I want!" she chimed in. "Are five hundreds okay?" When I knocked on the motel room door, Pixie sprang to it and eagerly pulled it open. She was slim and petite, about 5 feet four, with her blonde hair done in a ponytail. That just scratched the surface in terms of describing her. She was jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and, with her freckles and the braces on her teeth, I had to make her show her driver's license to prove she was over 18. She was, but just barely. Pixie was dressed in a tank-top with jeans shorts and a nice, shiny pair of stack-heeled boots. I cast an eye on those thick, hard five-inch heels and thought to myself, "Someday those heels will be stomping my asshole without mercy, 'til the blood runs freely down my thighs." But that was for another day. First things first, I figured. "We can have a safe word," I let her know, "but, if you use it, that's the end of the session, and you don't get any of your money back. If you want all of your money's worth, you'll do everything I say, got it?" "Yes, Master," she replied as she handed over the five-hundred. "Good, now strip." When she had taken all her clothes off, I got a chance to admire her cute, perky tits and see that, by the trimmed hair she had left around her pussy that she was a true blonde. At my order, she got down on her hands and knees and stuck her butt out. One look at her petite little ass and tight little asterisk of a hole made me wonder if I shouldn't check her ID again. I stuck my index finger into my mouth to lubricate it a bit, then slid it up her asshole. "First, a little foreplay," I said. We spent the next half hour passionately making out, while my finger explored what lay behind the asterisk. I could tell that she had obeyed my instructions not to have a bowel movement that morning. "Let's find something even more fun for that sweet tongue of yours," I suggested as I began peeling off my clothes. Once I was naked, I went over to her and stuck my asshole in her face. "Lick," I commanded her. "EW!" she shouted as she turned her face away, "I don't do that kind of stuff." "You do now," I pointed out to her as I pushed the back of her head to place her mouth on my asshole. "You know what happens if you decide to stop, right?" Tears fell from her eyes. "Dear God!" she sobbed. Then she tentatively put the tip of her tongue on my dirty, slimy, distended asshole. She started in with a few tentative licks and kisses. "Come on, show me you love it!" I ordered her. With that, Pixie's licks became longer, more generous and a lot more frequent. After she paused to plant three baby kisses on it, she gave me a thrill by sticking her long, lovely tongue as far up my asshole as she could get it. I enjoyed another minute of her licking, kissing and tonguing my asshole, then told her. "I'm tired of crouching. I'm going to get comfortable." With that, I climbed onto the bed and stuck my asshole out even farther. Pixie was right there in a flash, picking up where she left off, with even more wild abandon, if that could be possible. A couple of times, while she was French-kissing my asshole, I farted, long and nasty, right into her mouth. It did not slow her down one bit. In fact, after the second one, it inflamed her passion even more. I let her have a good, long taste of my asshole, up there on the bed—maybe about twenty minutes worth. When she finally stopped, there was a faint brown ring around her mouth. I had a chuckle when I thought about her future husband kissing the bride at their wedding. I could have asked her for a blowjob, but I had other plans for my jizz. Despite her emphatic wish to (technically) remain a virgin throughout this romp, I wanted to see if I could knock her up. —To be continued... Popping Pixie Ch. 02 "That was fun!" Pixie squealed after she had finished licking and tonguing my dirty asshole. "Can I have some more?" "Only if you're a good girl and do everything I tell you to," I let her know. "Now, before I pop your butthole cherry, we're going to do a little warm-up exercise, and I mean very, very warm. But, first, you need to get on your knees and open your mouth." Her face lit up as she assumed the position. "You want me to lick you some more?" he beamed. "Not now," I told her. What I want is for you not to make too much noise." With that I produced the ball gag. "Oh, please, don't put that on me," she begged. "Okay, I won't...right away. First I'll flavor it for you." I circled in front of her and stuck my butt out toward her face. Then I handed her the ball and said, "Stick it up my asshole, as far as you can." "Um...okay," she agreed, not thinking the thing through. She poked it as far up my asshole as her finger could push it. "Now, just to make sure it stays up there a good long time, I want you to kick my asshole as hard and as fast as you can for the next five minutes," I instructed her as I got down on my hands and knees and stuck my asshole as far out as I could. "Really, are you sure you want me to do that? I played a lot of soccer in school, and I can kick real hard." "Pretend my asshole is a soccer ball, then and go to work." Pixie was not kidding. I had no idea a girl could kick so hard! For the next five minutes, she wore my asshole out. Pixie was really getting into it, too. After she had kicked my asshole for over five minutes, she began stomping it with her long, thick boot heel. "Don't stop," I moaned, and she didn't. Not for a good long time, and, only then, to take a sort rest break. Then she was back at it with a vengeance, again and again. Altogether, I think she spent a good fifteen minutes stomping my asshole into a bloody mess. I knew it was just a matter of time before she would beat me up horribly, from top to bottom. I was so sore when she finally finished, I couldn't get off my hands and knees. I had to turn around on my knees to face her hard, filthy boot. Right away I saw, she had managed to get it almost entirely up my asshole. Once I was face-to-face with it. I proceeded to lick her boot until it was squeaky-clean again. "EEEEEEEEEWWW!" she giggled as I lapped my shit from the top and the heel of her boot. I had to hurry it up toward the end, because I felt the ball was wanting to come out. "We're moving this show into the bathroom" I told her. When we got there I squatted over the toilet and strained the ball gag, and a lot more besides, out into my waiting cupped hands. "Open your mouth," I ordered her. Pixie did not protest, but tears began falling freely from her eyes. I stuck the shit-covered ball as far into her mouth as it would go, then secured it. Then, I proceeded to wipe my hands clean on her face and in her hair. By now, she was sobbing uncontrollably, and I hadn't even started with the big cherry-popping dildo. "Cheer up, Sweetie," I told her. "Master is going to rinse your face off." With that, I pointed my dick at her face and took a long, hard piss. I had planned ahead by eating a big helping of asparagus at breakfast, just so that my piss would be good and stinky. "I'll rinse your hair out with the next load," I said when I was finished. "Now lie on the floor and put your ankles behind your head. We're going to have some fun." Pixie's eyes bugged out with fear as I lit a long, fat cigar, and with good reason. For the next several minutes I held the red-hot tip against her pussy lips, her belly button, her nipples, and, mainly her asshole. She never stopped screaming into the ball gag, the whole time. At last, with the long cheroot smoked down to the smallest butt I could hold, I stopped. "Did you like that?" I asked her. She violently shook her head no, as her wet, tearful eyes blazed at me with unbridled hatred. This would have been a great time to ask her to bust my balls, but I had too many things to get done first. As she lay on the floor, weeping pathetically, I asked her. "Want some more?" Pixie's eyes flashed with even more venomous anger than before, but then, as I hoped she would, she began whimpering and shaking her head yes. I lit up another big, long cigar and went to work on her again. This time I included her face lips, already stretched way out by the gag. Did she ever scream! Next, I did a few scorching laps around each nipple, a few more long pokes into her belly button and a brand-new searing of her pussy lips. I drew on the cigar to make the ember even hotter and spent a sweet minute or so badly scorching her asshole, even more. I knew from past experience of having pretty whores do it to me, that she would not be able to wipe her ass completely clean for at least the next three weeks. I still had a good six inches to go on the cigar, but I extinguished it by sticking it all the way up her butt. She screamed her loudest muffled scream yet, then I pulled it out. It was, as I expected, covered with her shit. I set it aside, because, little did Pixie know, that cold, slimy cigar was going to be her dessert, after she got popped. —to be continued Popping Pixie Ch. 03 At last I was ready to do the deed. I took out a sweet, well-veined 9-inch by 2-inch dildo from my bag of tricks. "Here is your first lover," I told her as I showed her the tool. "Oh, no, you're going to stick that up my BUTT?" she wailed. "All the way," I answered her, "hard, fast and deep." I got her back down on her hands and knees, with her knees spread as far apart as they would go. Both her pussy and her asshole were open and in the air—prime targets. "Do you want me to lube the fuckstick first?" I asked her. "God yes!" she cried. "What are you going to lube it with?" "I'm glad you asked. I'm going to use the blood from your popped cherry. I mean your real cherry." "NO, DON'T, I want to keep my virginity!" Pixie sobbed, but I didn't see her making any effort to get out of her position. "Now here's what you're going to do," I explained to her. "The minute you feel my dildo penetrate your pussy, I want you to say good-bye to your cherry. You got that?" "Yes, Master," she whimpered. I let her lick the big dick to get it a little slippery, then worked my way behind her. "Get ready," I told her. With no gentleness at all, I rammed the big tool into her virgin pussy. Pixie screamed, then wailed, "Bye bye, cherry!" Perfect. I continued to work the dildo in and out, as the girl sobbed, not only from pain but the despair of giving up her maidenhead to a fat slob, old enough to be her grandfather, using a dildo. How romantic. After a while, I pulled the bloody fuckstick out and set it aside. "Gonna have to gag you for this next part, 'cause it's really gonna hurt," I explained as I put the gag back on her. Did she ever scream, as I plunged the huge dildo all the way into her virgin asshole. She never stopped screaming and crying for the whole five minutes I worked the tool in and out of her ass. More than the thrill of the sexual pain, Pixie wanted humiliation. She was looking to be degraded in the worst way, and I had plenty more of that in store for her. When I finally pulled the huge dick out of her asshole, I held the tip right underneath so the last spasms of her shit would plop down upon it. "You may remove the gag," I told her. When she did, I walked around to her face and presented her with the shit-covered dildo. "You have some cleaning up to do, Missy," I informed her. "Open wide." Tears fell down her cheeks, but she obediently opened her mouth as far as she could. I stuck the filthy dick tip in and told her to start sucking and licking. She ended up licking the entire dildo clean, from tip to stem. I did not allow her to spit either. Then, for dessert, as I had planned, I made her eat and swallow the cigar I had earlier stuck up her ass. Soon, she was grabbing the commode, retching her guts out. "Put your butthole back in the air," I ordered her, and she did. "You came here with the asshole of a maiden, but you're leaving here with the asshole of a whore." I informed her. I put the tips of my first two fingers on both hands inside her asshole and spent the next ten minutes ripping it apart as violently as I could. Blood flowed freely from her horribly-stretched anus. Finally, I stopped ripping her asshole and fist-fucked it, hard and fast, all the way up to my wrist. To cap off the festivities, I took out a box of long dressmaker pins and stuck them all the way into her asshole, until all you could see were the tips of the pins, for the entire circumference. By this time, Pixie was babbling incoherently. I picked her up and took her to the bed, where I finally spent my pent-up load on a straight-ahead fuck, in the hopes that I might leave her with the parting gift of knocking her up. "Okay, you've been a good girl, so I'm going to let you taste some more of my asshole," I told her. She went at it with a passion for about five minutes. She wanted to go some more, but I put a stop to it. Instead, I made her lick the bathroom floor and the rim of the toilet clean. "If you want to play some more, you'll have to make a new date, sometime in the future." I told her. "And, keep this in mind, the second date will make the first one seem like second-base. Still interested.?" "Sure, why not?" she sighed. "I'm nothing more that your dirty little fucktoy anyway." "That's right. Now get out." I ordered her. "And I mean, just as you are: in your boots and nothing else." "You mean I have to go home naked?" she wailed. "If you want the rest of your clothes back, you'll get them on our next date." When Pixie left, I gathered my things and saw I still had two cigars left. I also had a good chunk of Pixie's money, much of which I decided to invest in a hot-looking whore who was ready and willing to scorch my asshole to a crisp.