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Dorothy

By: FLACKMAN



There isn't much reason to watch "Good Day, LA" in Los Angeles except for one co-hostess, the mature beauty Dorothy Lucey. She is blond with a beautiful body, great legs and very nice, substantial breasts. I sit through the first hour of the show before I go to work just to watch Dorothy and see what she is wearing that day. Usually she has very appropriate dresses, skirts and blouses, but occasionally she would have an outfit that showed lots of cleavage and watching her I would jack off thinking of fondling her breasts and sucking her nipples. Her chest featured lots of freckles, and I would get off thinking about kissing her freckles starting at her neck and then working down and down until I came to a soft, white breast, which I would kiss, stroke, rub, squeeze and fondle.

Little did I realize that in less than a month I would have that opportunity.

On a Monday morning, the big announcement on the show was that the station was running a contest called "Lunch with Dorothy." You had to write a 500-word (or less) essay on why you should have the opportunity to have lunch with the talk show star. That was great for me, since I was a writer/reporter who was used to putting words to paper. My first draft came quickly, since I already knew quite a bit about Dorothy and her background. But then I spent the next two days reworking the words meticulously. I really wanted to be the contest winner. When I e-mailed my entry to the station I felt I had a very good chance, since I know that most people have a hard time expressing their thoughts through the written word.

The telephone call came the day after the contest ended, announcing that I had been selected. I responded appropriately. I was told that the luncheon was set for the next Wednesday if I was available (I certainly was) at a Hollywood landmark restaurant, the Musso & Frank Grill (which I felt was perfect since it had soft lighting, softer booths and lots of privacy at certain tables).

On Wednesday, I was at the restaurant 45 minutes early. I talked to the maitre d' and learned they were aware who was coming, since Dorothy frequented the place often after work. He showed me the booth reserved for us and I asked if it could be changed to one a lot more private. He not only understood why I was asking, but also understood the $50 bill I slipped him.

Soon after I was seated in the almost secluded booth I was surprised when I saw Dorothy Lucey walking toward me alone. I had expected that a station PR staffer would be with her. I also had assumed she would be wearing a somewhat conservative dress, but she was wearing a leopard-skin dress that I had seen her wear on the show. It was short, fairly tight fitting and had a low, square-necked top that showed a lot of cleavage. I noted that she not only had a great body, but her legs also were spectacular. Up close, as we shook hands, I could see a few lines that on-camera makeup covered up, but Dorothy Lucey was still a beautiful woman.

After we introduced ourselves I motioned her into the booth and was pleased that she moved just far enough in that we would be sitting close together. As I sat, our bodies touched and I could feel the warmth coming from her thigh. We both ordered glasses of white wine and then began talking. She turned toward me and her leg came into even more contact with mine. She was skilled both as a listener and a questioner, and as we ordered lunch and then ate, she soon had almost my entire life story out of me, until I turned the conversation back to her and how she got into the media business after graduation from George Washington University with a Bachelor's degree in political science. I told her that I thought she was the best thing on the "Good Day, LA" show and that her intelligence showed with the questions she asked of guests. 

I asked her if she had a "fantasy" guest she would like to interview--someone, living or dead, who she would most like to interview if she had the chance. She actually named three or four persons--none of them celebrities--and that turned the conversation to fantasies. She asked me, "Was it one of your fantasies to have lunch with me?"

"Actually, no," I said, taking a chance. "The opportunity to meet you and have lunch with you is fantastic and I'm enjoying it immensely, but my actual fantasy is to kiss every one of the freckles on your body."

She was startled, and let out a sort of a squeal. "Wow, that remark put a lot of images in my head and actually made my nipples get hard."

I was overjoyed that our subject matter had turned sexual, but I just said "You're kidding me, right?"

"No," she said. "Feel for youself." And she turned toward me even more, pushing her legs tight up against me.

I thought she was inviting me to cup her breast on top of her dress, but I was looking for more, so I moved closer to her and put my right hand on the bare flesh above her dress. Then I quickly moved it down under the dress top until I was moving into the left cup of her bra and continuing on until I was holding her bare, warm breast in my hand. She inhaled sharply, but didn't move to stop me. I then moved my hand back up until I could take her nipple into my fingers. She was right, her nipple was hard and erect. I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. I looked at Dorothy and she had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. While still fondling her, I bent down and kissed her lips. She was still for a moment and then began returning my kiss. While I pondered when to make my tongue part of the kiss, she surprised me by thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her nipple grow even larger as we deep kissed.

While our tongues were still dancing together I felt her hand move onto my crotch, where my penis had swollen into a hard, excited state. She began massaging me and moving her hand up and down my penis through my pants. At the same time, with her other hand she took my free hand and placed it on her leg, just below where her skirt ended. Her flesh was warm and very smooth. I began stroking the inside of her thigh and slowly moved my hand up until I felt her panties. I moved my fingers over and was cupping her cunt mound. She continued kissing and stroking me. I began moving my fingers up and down her silken panties, where a slight damp spot was beginning to form. 

I sensed a movement near us and I saw a waiter appear then discreetly remove himself. Dorothy must have seen him, too, for she pulled away from me and I feared our moment had ended. But then she said quitely "I think we have to go someplace more private." I didn't hesitate, but said "My condo is just about 15 minutes away from here." I reached down, took her hand and helped her up. I dropped a $100 bill on the table and we left.

Mid-day traffic was light, so in less than 20 minutes we were inside my condo, where we stood just inside the front door and began kissing again. When I started to pull down the zipper on the back of her dress, Dorothy said, "Let's go in the bedroom." I led her in to the room, we sank down on the bed and I pulled her down beside me and fit my body tightly against her. She again began fondling my penis and I again began fondling her breasts. This time when I reached for her zipper she let me continue. When it was all the way down, she stood up and the dress fell to the floor. She had on a light blue bra and light blue thong. I let my eyes wander up and down her beautiful body. I stood up next to her and she began unbuttoning my shirt. After it was off, she undid my belt and my pants joined her dress on the floor. My shorts did little to hid the fact that my penis was hard and erect. Dorothy dropped to her knees on the carpet and pulled my shorts off and quickly took my penis in her mouth. The sensation was so electric that I was afraid I was going to cum immediately, so reluctantly I reached down and lifted her up. I wanted this experience to last as long as possible.

I kissed her again and as I held her I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, then moved slightly away from her and pulled her bra straps down her arms. The cups of her bra clung to her breasts briefly, then dropped away. For the first time I was seeing her naked breasts. They were full and white (in contrast to the tan of her arms, face and neck) and hung just slightly down. Her nipples were brown and long and erect and the areolas were brown and crinkling. But then I saw the freckles on her chest and I knew I had to fulfill my fantasy immediately or I might never get to it. So I started kissing her freckles, starting at her neck and then working my way down. Her skin was smooth and warm and completely turned me on. The freckles continued down between her breasts. As I kissed each one, Dorothy's knees buckled slightly and I heard her moan, or maybe it was me moaning. It didn't matter, but I couldn't wait, but turned my face, kissed my way up her breast and took her left nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it, bit it lightly and licked it. Dorothy's breath became shorter. I fondled both breasts and moved my mouth from nipple to nipple. That continued for some time.

Then it was my turn to drop to my knees as I slowly pulled her thong down her shapely legs and then moved my face into her light brown, neatly trimmed pubic hair. I moved her gently to the bed and laid her down. As I nuzzled my face against her I could smell a sweet scent coming from between her legs. Her pussy lips were just slightly open as I began kissing and licking them. I used my thumbs to spread her lips open until I could see all inside her pussy, from her clitoral sheath to her vagina itself. I licked and kissed and then began sucking on her clitoris, which began swelling and poking out. I knew that when women masturbate, they often concentrate on the clitoris, so I did, too. Sucking, licking and even lightly biting the fleshy nub. Soon I felt Dorothy's legs jerking slightly and I saw her stomach muscles contract, so I knew she was nearing an orgasm. In just a few more seconds, Dorothy's body jolted and she began yelling "fuck, fuck, fuck" and she experienced a massive orgasm.

Even before her body stopped jerking, I moved up, put my penis, as hard as I had ever felt it, against her open cunt lips, stroked it up and down a few times, making sure I was stimulating her clitoris agains, and them slid as deep as I could into her vagina. I lay still at first, feeling her hot, vaginal walls tightening around my penis, then I began stroking into her. Holding myself up on my arms, I looked down at Dorothy and marveled at her lush body. Her breasts were full and beautiful, her nipples long and erect. Glancing down further, I could see our pubic hair matting together on my inward strokes and I could see her cunt lips pulling out as my penis moved almost out of her. Then I felt her arm reach behind me and pull my face down toward her waiting lips and tongue. We French kissed as I fucked into her. Then I felt the first electric jolts in my penis and I knew I couldn't hold off much longer. Dorothy must have felt it, too, for she started her body pushing up against me, urging me to fuck faster and deeper. I obliged her.

In just seconds, both of us erupted, Dorothy into another hard orgasm, me shooting cum several times deep into her vagina. 

Completely spent, I lowered myself gently on her naked body, feeling her breasts against my bare chest. Dorothy looked up at me and said "Don't pull out of me. Stay inside." I could feel my erection subsiding, but I lay still, savoring our bodies being attached. I began kissing her again and she responded. Within a few minutes, my penis had hardened again and once again I began stroking inside her. Our mouths stayed together as the gentle movements of intercourse continued. It took longer, but then we both began feeling the swelling of excitement. Now Dorothy was pushing up against me on each of my strokes. Our pace picked up and our pubic areas crashed together. We both climaxed again, even if her orgasm was not quite as violent as before and if my cum was smaller. We were both exhausted. I finally pulled my penis out of her vagina and rolled next to her. Our arms went around each other and we lay quietly, savoring the sexual exhaustion we felt.

A few minutes later, she lifted up on one arm and smiled at me. "That was tremendous. I'm still tingling all over my body. I think I'll have to experience that again soon, since I have a few other positions I'd like to try with you. But now you have to drive me back to my car at the restaurant." She dressed, but left both her bra and her thong for me. "When you see me on TV, you can jack off into my bra cup or my thong. And if I give you a sign (she illustrated what she would do to alert me) it means I'll come over to your condo after the show." She smiled. " You won't even have to buy me lunch." She held my hand as we walked to my car.

As we drove, she reached over and gently stroked my penis through my pants. At the restaurant, she leaned over and gave me an open-mouth kiss while I reached up and felt her breast, swinging free under her dress. Her nipple was hard again.

"This should give you incentive to watch my show every day," Dorothy said. Then she turned, slid out of the car, shut the door and walked off.

# # #

Dorothy and Me



England, 1964: I was 18 years old and living at home with my parents. When my girlfriend and I fooled around I played with her tits and pussy and she wanked me off but that's as far as it went so I was still a virgin. My endowment was very generous and I produced lots semen in those days and my girlfriend enjoyed seeing it spurt all over the place. Like all teenage boys I lusted after lots of women but there was one woman in particular who occupied my thoughts more than any other and was the subject of most of my masturbatory fantasies. Her name was Dorothy, although everyone called her Dot. She lived two houses away and I would guess she was in her late thirties, married and had three kids. She was not obese but voluptuous, with very large breasts and a beautiful ass. Although not pretty, she held a raunchy, sexual magnetism for me and I so wanted to fuck her. She often came for a cup of tea with my Mom and I furtively leered at her legs and tits as she sat at the kitchen table imagining all the things I would like to do with her. She would often catch me staring and I wanted to believe she had allowed her skirt to ride up on purpose so I could see more of her thighs. I fantasized about what she would look like naked and how I would maul her huge breasts and bury my face in the massive mounds of flesh. I dreamt of spreading her legs and seeing her hairy pussy, wet and open for me to do what ever I wanted to it with my tongue, fingers and cock. I wanted to lick her entire body and splash cum inside her and all over her. I imagined her on her hands and knees, her huge tits squashed against the floor as I knelt behind her fondling her big, beautiful ass and fingering pussy before sliding my big cock into her.

She had a birthday party for her husband, Billy, in April of that year. Their house was packed with people and as the evening wore on there was much celebrating. Dot looked very sexy in a tight, red mini dress and high heels that showed off her curvy body, shapely legs and large bust. She wore more make-up than usual which made her raw sexuality even greater to my eyes. I stole glances all night and had a hard-on most of the time lusting after her. That's the down side of a large endowment, it's difficult, not to mention uncomfortable, to hide when in public. Billy staggered off to bed around midnight, very drunk, triggering the departure of many guests, including my parents. By 1:00 a.m. there were about ten of us left and I got to slow dance with Dot. She had shed her high heels by then and was 3-4 inches shorter than me. I will forever associate the song with that dance; it was the Everly Brothers, All I Have To Do Is Dream. If only she knew the dreams I had of her. She snuggled into my neck and I never wanted it to end. She must have felt my erection pushing against her but did and said nothing.

By 1:45 I was the only guest remaining and offered to help her clean up the mess left by the forty or so revellers. She began to wash up as I collected the debris and delivered it to the sink. Each time I walked into the kitchen I stared at her arse and wanted to push into her from behind, rub my erection over her bottom and maul her huge tits. I felt a definite sexual tension when close to her and wondered if she felt the same. Several times I almost grabbed her then chickened out as my teenage doubts overcame me. Having collected everything for washing, I picked up a tea towel and began drying. Just being next to her was thrilling; my heart raced and my nerves were on edge. From time to time she would jerk her head back throwing the hair from her eyes and she would glance my way when she did it. My cock was straining against my pants and when our hands touched briefly my breathing increased because she did not pull away. I had to do something even if my advances were rejected out of hand but I sensed that she was as sexually aroused as I was. I grabbed her hand and gently rubbed my thumb across it. She turned and looked up at me and her lips parted slightly. I leaned over, kissed her and held her close. I could feel her tits pushing into me and our tongues battled furiously as our excitement escalated at warp speed. My thoughts were out of control as my hands grabbed and squeezed her ample buttocks and my cock was throbbing violently. We groped each other in a frenzy of sexual excitement.

'I want you,' she whispered breathlessly into my ear, 'I've wanted you for a long time.'

'And I want you so bad,' I gasped.

'I know, I've seen the bulge in your pants when I have tea with your Mom. Let's go on the couch.'

She took my hand and led me into the living room and we sat on the couch. We continued kissing as my hand fondled her tits and she rubbed my crotch. I moved my hand between her legs and felt along her inner thighs to her pussy. She was wearing panties and pantyhose so I didn't feel much except heat which only fuelled my imagination. 'We shouldn't be doing this,' she panted.'

'Yes we should,' I replied and rubbed her pussy harder.

My firm reply and even firmer hand on her pussy seemed to convince her and she said, 'Let me,' and pushed me back into the couch. Her hands went to my zip and she quickly got my cock out. 'Oh it's big; I knew it must be, I've seen your pants bulge so many times.' Her hand wrapped around my cock and after only a few jerks I shot my load over her dress, me, the couch and onto the wall behind. She seemed surprised by the amount of cum and my orgasm was more intense than when I was with my girlfriend. As my excitement abated she sensed my disappointment and embarrassment and calmly assured me that it was alright, that she understood I was so excited, "Cheer up, let's finish the washing up and give it time," she said.

'Do you mean you want there to be another time?' I asked anxiously.

'Oh yes, and it will be much better, I promise,' and she kissed me and we went back into the kitchen.

I felt awful as I dried the glasses and dishes then emptied the ash trays and did a general tidy of the living room. "I guess I had better be going," I said dejectedly and headed for the front door. We kissed passionately then I opened the door and went home. I lay in bed unable to sleep still angry with myself but also excited about what had happened and the prospect of seeing Dot again. I got a tremendous erection thinking about her and jerk myself to another big ejaculation that I contained in several tissues.

During the next several weeks we saw each often but never had the opportunity to be alone. I continued to wank a lot thinking of that first time with her and she was always the subject of my fantasy when my girlfriend did it for me. It was not until late June that the chance for us to be together arose. Billy was taking the kids by train for a week-long visit to his parents who lived on the South coast on Saturday morning. Dot had never gotten along with his parents and never went on this annual excursion. I booked the week off as vacation and we arranged that I would come to her house around 4 that afternoon. It was the longest Saturday mornings of my life. I waited until the street was quiet then hurried down to her house. She let me in immediately and I could see that she had dressed up for me. Her mini skirt was really short and her heels very high. The top two or three buttons of her blouse were undone revealing a lot of cleavage and she had make-up on that made her look even sexier. I think she was trying to make herself look younger for me but I was still very aroused that she was an older, married woman with kids. As soon as the front door closed we were kissing feverishly, my hands fondling her ass. She broke away and walked down the hall and into the living room. I told how great she looked and she blushed, I don't think she got many compliments from Billy.

As before, we sat on the couch kissing and fondling. My cock was ready to burst through my pants and it ached. I squeezed her tits and was dying to see them and the rest of her naked. My hand was between her legs and as I travelled up her thighs I realized she wasn't wearing pantyhose but stockings. I lingered at the stocking tops and felt her warm, soft flesh then moved on to her pussy. I could feel the springiness of her pubic hair beneath her panties and I slid a finger between her labia that felt the moist material. She sensed I was very excited and said, 'Slow down, slow down love, we have lots of time. Stand up for me, just over there,' and pointed to a spot about six feet from the couch. 'Take off your clothes, I want to watch you then you can watch me.'

I hurried out of my things and stood naked before her. My big cock was so hard that it throbbed almost painfully and I thought I might ejaculate without touching it. Dot looked at me then began to play with her tits. 'You have such a nice cock,' she said and undid the rest of the buttons of her blouse and threw it to one side. The bra came next and I saw her magnificent tits for the first time. They were huge, with small areoles and large nipples. I reached for my throbbing cock but she said, 'No, don't touch it, just watch.'

I did as I was told and she stood up, turned around and knelt on the couch. Her skirt was just below her ass and I could see her stocking tops and garters. It looked incredibly horny and I have been turned on by women dressed like this ever since. She wiggled her beautiful ass about then hiked her skirt up over her hips, my heart raced as her hand ran over her pussy and backside. She sat back down, removed her panties and spread her legs. The sight was incredibly horny and I will never forget it and sometimes masturbate to it now. She lay there mauling her massive tits, the dark pubes set against her white thighs and tummy and her pussy lips slightly apart. I stood transfixed, it was an unbelievably erotic sight, all of my teenage fantasies just a few feet away. This mature, horny woman I had craved for almost naked and wanting me to fuck her. I couldn't really believe it was happening and didn't know what I should do next.

'Come here,' she said and I went over to her in a daze. 'Kneel down between by legs.' She played with her tits, pushing them up to her mouth, licking and biting the nipples. 'Feel my pussy,' Dot breathed and my trembling hands ventured over her bush and onto her clit. I was quite skilled with my hands as I had a lot of practice with my girlfriend and as one hand stimulated her clit, the other parted her labia and probed inside. She felt different to my girlfriend, whether it was my imagination or not I'm not sure but her pussy felt hotter, wetter and much hornier. She began to respond to my fingers by gyrating her hips and forcing her pussy onto them, moaning and squeezing her tits. Soon she cried for me to fuck her. This was a moment of mixed emotions for my, I wanted to fuck her desperately but was concerned about my performance. She pulled me on top of her and directed my cock inside. I pumped in and out only about 6 times then shot a huge load that spilled from her onto the floor.

Again I felt inadequate but Dot assured me it only get better and not to worry. We stayed on the couch kissing and fondling. This woman excited me so much that my cock soon began to stiffen in her hand. She skilfully brought my cock to peak hardness as I played with her then she said, 'Let's go to bed.'

I followed her down the hall and up the stairs. What an erotic sight it was to watch her walk in front of me in just a garter belt, stockings and high heels. Her ass was perfection and her big tits swayed to and fro. On the stairs her pussy lips moved provocatively with each step and to this day it remains one of the sexiest things a woman can do for me.

We lay on the bed and she rolled on top of me. Her mouth enveloped my cock and she positioned her pussy above my face. As her mouth and tongue sent wonderful sensations through my erection I spread her cheeks and gazed at her anus and pussy. Almost all of what happened this afternoon had been new to me and the excitement was intense. She was the first woman who had given herself completely to me and it was thrilling. I spread her pussy lips and tasted her for the first time then my tongue explored her anal region then back to her pussy. I loved the taste and my cock throbbed from her attention. She rolled off me, 'You have such a nice big cock, fuck me,' and she opened her legs wide. I lasted much longer this time and she screamed a lot as I rammed into her. I shuddered to an orgasm and we lay still for a long time, my cock still pulsing inside her as it slowly softened.

I spent several hours each day in her house until Billy and the kids returned on the following Saturday afternoon. I had told my parents that I staying over at a friends' on Friday evening but I spent the night with Dot. We made love off and on throughout the night and well into the morning when I left out the back door and returned home. Dot introduced me to many new experiences that fantastic week; sex in the bath, anal and every position we could get ourselves into. I lost count of how many times I ejaculated; she made me so horny it was indescribable. It was the best sex of my life and I will never forget it.

It was difficult for us to meet for the next little while, when I was available Billy or the kids were home. If I was home when she came to have tea and a chat with my Mom we would flash sexual innuendoes at each other when Mom wasn't looking. She would lick her lips seductively or spread her legs as she sat at the kitchen table allowing me to see up her short skirt. I would grab my crotch, accentuating my erection under my pants and once even took it out and shook it at her.

I had a new girlfriend by this time and we were screwing about twice a week and I always thought of Dot and the week we had shared. I did manage to see Dot a few times over the next several months. It was in New Year that she told me the news. There had been much discussion between her and Billy over the last few months about what was wrong with their marriage and what to do about it. Dot wanted to continue having sex with me but realised I would sooner or later move on and besides, she wanted to keep her family together if at all possible. Billy had promised to curb his drinking and pay more attention to the family. They had decided to make a completely fresh start in South Africa and would be emigrating in three months. It was a bit of a shock but I got used to it and thought it would probably be the best thing for them. We fucked like crazy when the very few opportunities arose and then she was gone.

I remember Dot fondly to this day. She was a sexy, horny, sensual, mature woman who had a major influence on shaping my future sex life in the following ways: 

-I prefer women with a bit of meat on their bones rather than the rail-thin models that abound today.

-Big, natural tits over fake, silicon jobs any day. 

-Women dressed in heels, stockings, garter belts and other sexy clothing and watching one walk up stairs dressed like that is still the most erotic sight for me and always brings on a powerful erection. 

-I love playing with a woman's arse and pussy while she waits to be fucked doggy-style.

-A soapy sex partner is still a thrill.

The odd scrap of news filtered back from South Africa for the first few months. Dot had her fourth child after about eight months and I often wonder if it is mine, I was certainly fucking her a lot more than Billy. The last news we had reported that Billy had suffered a fatal heart attack. I never heard from Dot again.



Dorothy Does Oz  Ch. 01



01. Somewhere in Kansas

"Gentlemen, let's give a warm welcome to a club favorite here at Uncle Henry's," the voice blasted across the strip club. "Everybody give it up for... Dorothy!!"

The leggy brunette in the short gingham skirt took the burst of hoots and cheers as her cue and she energetically stepped out from behind the curtain. She broke into her well rehearsed routine right away as she moved up the catwalk. There was a large crowd tonight and she knew that she was the main reason that there were so many men in the club.

Dorothy had been stripping at ‘Uncle Henry's' for over a year now, ever since she had run away from home at the age of eighteen to escape her controlling parents. She had hitchhiked across the Kansas countryside until she had come across the club and immediately was hired on by the owner. Her innocent face and her gorgeous body made her a quick club favorite. The body that her mother had made her cover up with bulky clothes was made for stripping.

Dorothy was a tall girl, almost six feet tall, and had very sexy long legs. Her best asset and biggest crowd pleasers were her breasts. She was very well endowed with a pair of e-cup breasts (much to the dismay of her flat chested mother). HEr breasts were large but there was almost no sag to them. She had been a late bloomer and hadn't really filled out until she was almost seventeen.

She was easily the best looking girl in the club and now she was beginning to think that it was time for her to move on to something bigger. She was pulling down huge amounts of cash every night stripping, but she knew that she could be making way more doing photo shoots for porno mags or even getting into the film industry. Even as she was dancing on the stage right now, her mind was thinking of the plane tickets in her dressing room. She hadn't told anyone yet, but tonight was going to be her last night at ‘Uncle Henry's'. Tomorrow she was going to be soaking up the sun in Los Angeles and moving onto bigger things.

Dorothy knelt down and pushed her huge breasts into the face of one the club regulars. She felt his fingers slip into her pantie's waistband as he stuck a twenty into them. She pulled away, leaving the man with a wide grin on his face.

She finished her set and slipped back behind the curtain. She was surprised to see that Henry, the club owner was waiting for for her in her dressing room. He was itching Toto, her little black terrier pup, behind the ears.

"I told you that you can't keep bringing this little guy in here," Henry said as the little dog leaned into his hand. "Having naked women in the place is one thing, but the health department wouldn't be too happy if they found him running around the bar."

"You know that I don't let him out of my room. Any ways, it won't happen again. I promise."

"All right. By the way, that was another great show tonight, Dorothy," the large man said as he rose up from her chair. "It seems like we're gettin' more guys in here every weekend and they're all trying to get an eyeful of you. If this keeps up, we just might have to build a bigger club!"

Dorothy bent over her vanity to checkout her makeup. "Yeah, Henry. That sounds great. Glad to hear that you're doing so well thanks to me."

"Heh heh... You don't have to sound so sore, Honey. I know that you're not exactly having to watch your pennies with all the tips you get every night." He could see Dorothy's smile in the mirror. "Speaking of which, I've got a guy out there who was interested in getting a little one-on-one time with you in the privacy room."

"I don't know, Henry... I'm feelin' kind of beat tonight. I think that I might just slip out of here and head home since I'm done for the evening."

Henry moved towards the door. "All right, I'll have to tell him you left for the night. Shame, though... This guy must have really wanted to meet you. He told me to give you this up front." Henry pulled a five hundred dollar bill out of his pants pocket and showed it to Dorothy before he tucked it back into his pocket. "Too bad..."

Dorothy quickly moved across the room and got to Henry before he left the room. "You know, Henry," she said as she slid her hand into Henry's front pants pocket, "Suddenly, I'm not feeling quite so tired." Her fingers brushed against Henry's erection in his pants as she grabbed the bill. "I think that I just might have enough time to meet your generous friend."

"That's my girl," the man said with a grin as he lead her out of the dressing room.

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Dorothy was pleasantly surprised to find that Henry's generous was actually a pretty attractive looking guy, unlike most of the club's clientele. She couldn't count the number of lap dances she had given in the last year to overweight rednecks who apparently hadn't learned what a bathtub was yet.

To the contrary, this guy was looking pretty good in his business suit and definitely knew what a bath was. Dorothy didn't recognize the scent of his cologne but the scent was definitely one of the better scents she had come across. His hair was cut short, very business like, and he had a five o'clock shadow. He was probably unwinding after a hard day at the bank or the law firm or where ever he was making big bucks, Dorothy thought to herself. Not many of the club's client el could afford five hundred dollar lap dances.

Dorothy led the man to the couch in the privacy room as she pulled the curtain closed behind her. As he sat down, she ran her hands along the tops of his legs and skimmed close to the bulge of his cock. "So, what's your name, handsome?"

"Richard," the man said in a cool, calm voice. 

Dorothy could tell that this wasn't his first lap dance, though she'd never seen him at the club before. "Richard, hmmm," Dorothy said as she sat down on his lap, feeling his bulge against the crack of her ass. "Anybody every call you Dick, Richard?"

"Sure. You can call me Dick if you want, beautiful."

Dorothy pushed her ass against his lap. "I think I will then. I just like Dick, you know, Dick?"

"Yeah, I know." As he said this, the man spread his legs a little wider, giving Dorothy a little more room to work.

"I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new in town?"

"I'm just blowing through town, actually. I thought that I'd stop in for a drink, but when I saw your performance out there, I knew that I couldn't leave without a little bit more."

"Mmmm hmmm. You're definitely going to get a little more, Dick." The gorgeous brunette wiggled her ass on his lap a few more times before she stood up and unbuttoned her top, letting her large breasts free. She leaned forwards, putting her breasts in front of his face. She gave them a shake and felt his lips give her erect nipples a quick kiss. It sent a tingle through her and she pulled away. She dropped down to her knees between his legs and began to run her hands over his thighs again. "Now, Dick, would you like me to be nice and gentle, or do you like it a little rougher?" Her thumb slid along the bulge in his pants as she said this.

"Actually," the man said as he looked down at Dorothy, "I was hoping you could give me something else..."

Dorothy ran her hands up his broad chest. "And what would that something else be?"

"The moment I saw those breasts of yours..."

"These?" Dorothy pushed her mounds of flesh up against his legs.

Dick grinned. "Yes. Those. They are so... perfect, I knew that I had to ask you."

"Mmmmmm," Dorothy made a soft moan as she dragged her breasts up his torso, her nipples hard against the fabric of his suit, until they were resting under his chin. "Well, what do you want me to do with these, Dick?"

"I want to fuck them."

Dorothy moved her breasts up to his face again and then pulled away. "Uh-uh... We can do a lot of things back here, but I'm not allowed to... release the beast." To emphasize her point her finger traced along his pants zipper before resting her hand on his crotch.

"I'm willing to pay you more," Dick said as he reached into his jacket. He pulled out his wallet and produced a thousand dollar bill. "That's fifteen hundred dollars just for your breasts. You don't have to use your mouth, just wrap them around my cock and get me off."

Dorothy pushed her breasts together as she thought about the handsome man's offer. Fifteen hundred was huge tip for one client and she could use the money to start her new life in L.A.... She glanced back at the curtain. She had never had anyone peek in at her in the privacy room, so she decided that she could get away with it just this once.

"You know what, Dick, tonight is your lucky night." She took the bill from Dick and slipped it into her panties. "Tonight, these babies are all yours."

She pulled his zipper down and pulled his pants down far enough to get his cock out of his boxers. She pulled it out of his silk boxers and let it point itself towards the ceiling. It was a good size, definitely over the average length. She gave it a couple strokes and thought to herself that she could really use some lube for this. She looked up at the man to see that his eyes were stilled glued to her tits. "I'm gonna need a little lubrication for this job, Dick." She spat on his dick and coated his rod in slick saliva. He was already at full hardness so she moved up closer to his cock and pushed her tits around his length.

"Ahhhh," Dick moaned as the warm flesh encircled his cock. The feeling of her spectacular tits sliding up his cock was exquisite. He watched Dorothy as she pumped him with her cleavage and then leaned his head back. He was in paradise.

Dorothy was really getting into it and the feel of a hot cock between her breasts was really turning her on. If she hadn't needed both her hands to keep her breasts in place, she would have been paying attention to her pussy, which was now sopping wet. The act of the tit fucking itself, along with the danger of getting caught was making her pussy gush. She would definitely be taking care of herself after she was done with this guy.

"Oh yeah," Dick groaned softly as he looked down at her. "Go faster..."

Dorothy did as he said and picked up the rhythm of her titty fuck. The sounds of her tit flesh slapping against his thighs filled the room as Dick began to raise his crotch to meets her breasts. "You like that, Baby?" She looked up to see him nod his head as he shut his eyes

"Here it comes...." He whispered just before he grunted as he came.

Dorothy kept pumping his rod with her breasts even as he began spewing white cum all over her chest. She was surprised at how much jizm he produced, the slimy mess covering both of her large breasts. When he was done, she pulled away from his crotch, trying to not let too much cum dribble down her torso. She gripped his cock and stoked it a couple times as it began to soften in her hand. "How was that, Dick?"

"It was definitely worth it. You are just too much, Dorothy"

"Thanks," Dorothy said as she stood up and began to close up her dress. "It was good for me too. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go clean myself up." She turned her back on the man and headed towards her dressing room, eager to get her chest cleaned off before it stained her dress.

When she got there, Toto was barking loudly. She quickly went inside and tried to quiet the dog. "Toto! Quit that! You want to get me in trouble?" Toto quit barking and gave her an urgent look, but she was more concerned with getting the cum off of her chest. She went over to her sink and opened up her dress. She began splashing water onto her chest, letting the spunk wash off into the sink. The cold water made her nipples rock hard again and she was about to turn her attention to her pussy when the door flew open. It was Henry.

"Jesus, Henry! Ever heard of knocking?"

"No time! I gotta get everybody to the cooler! There's a cyclone headed this way! Get to the cooler. I'm going to go tell the other girls." He disappeared from the doorway and left Dorothy alone.

She quickly buttoned her dress again and went to grab Toto. Before she could grab him, the small dog darted under the old sofa in her room. "Toto, get out of there! We've got to get to the cooler!" She leaned over to see Toto and noticed the sound of strong winds howling outside. "C'mon, Toto! This is no time to play games." The dog whimpered as the sound of the wind picked up.

Suddenly, the building shook. Dorothy looked out the doorway to see the hallway outside torn away. The pull of the wind slammed the dressing room door shut with a bang. Toto began barking again. Dorothy reached under the couch and pulled Toto out. Just as she rose to her feet with the dog in her arms, the room lurched as it was torn from the ground. The shaking caused the stripper to loose her balance. As she fell over, her head hit the arm of the sofa. As she fell onto the sofa, the last thing she heard was Toto's barking.

Then everything went black...

To be continued...



Dorothy Does Oz Ch. 02



Dorothy awoke some time later, as Toto licked her face. The dressing room was dark but there was light coming in from under the door. She put her hand to the sore spot on her head, and was glad there wasn't any bump there. She saw the bright light coming from under the doorway. "Oooooh... How long was I out Toto?" She set the small dog on the floor and then walked across the room. The stripper's entire room was in disarray, with overturned furniture and cracks in the floor and walls. "I can't believe this place held together through the storm." She stepped over an overturned chair and grabbed the doorknob. Light flooded the room as she opened the door and it took several seconds for her eyes to adjust. When they did, she couldn't believe her eyes. 

The landscape was vastly different from the Kansas country side she had grown used to. Instead of wheat fields for as far as the eye could see, there were vast fields of flowers, in almost every color she could think of. While Kansas was very flat, Dorothy could make out mountains far on the horizon. "Where the fuck are we, Toto," she asked the little dog standing behind her. She stepped out of the room and saw the it was the only part of the strip club that was left. She began to walk around the outside of the room and Toto quickly ran along side of her, not wanted to be left alone. As she turned the corner of the room, she saw a small village of strange houses.

The houses were all painted in bright colors and instead of being the boxy buildings she was used to, they all had a more organic feel to them, with almost no corners to them. All the doors and windows were quite small, about half the size of a normal building's. The one thing that she didn't see was a single person. The whole village was silent except for the sound of birds singing in the fields. 

"Hello? Is any one here?" Dorothy walked towards the village and noticed that the road through town was paved with bright yellow bricks. She knocked on the door of the first home she came to but no one answered the door. The same happened with the next house and the next. By the time Dorothy had reached the center of the village, she was beginning to get frustrated. "Where the hell is everyone, Toto? Where are we, even?" She sat down on a bench by one of the houses and sighed. "I just wish that we could find someone to tell us where we are..."

Toto gave a lick to Dorothy's leg and then ran over to a bush. He disappeared into the bush and moments later, she heard a hushed voice from the bushes.

"Get away from me, little beast! Shoo! Shoo!" The branches shook as whoever Toto had found tried to get away from him.

Dorothy walked over to the bush to see who it was when a small figure dashed out of the bush closely followed by the small dog. The little man rushed headlong into her. When he ran into her leg, he fell back onto the ground giving Dorothy a good view of him.

The little man was only waist high on her and was dressed all in blue. He had boots with curly little toes and blue and white striped tights on. He had a blue jacket on and his hair was black with a little curl above his forehead. She also noticed that the little man was looking quite frightened.

"Please kept that monster away from me," the little man pleaded. "I'll do anything! Please don't crush me too!"

Dorothy couldn't figure out what the little man was talking about. "Toto wouldn't hurt you. He's just a little dog! I promise that we're not going to hurt you. My name is Dorothy and Toto is my pet." She extended her hand helped pull the man up.

The man slowly climbed to his feet and looked at Toto timidly. "So... you're not going to crush us all?"

"Why would you think that I would crush you, or even think that I could?"

"You crushed the wicked witch with your house," the man said as he pointed at Dorothy's dressing room. "We thought that you would drop your house on all of us!"

Dorothy was shocked that her room had landed on someone but she had to let the man know that it wasn't her fault. "First off, that's not my house, and second, I didn't mean to drop it on anyone. I was swept up by a cyclone and this is just where it dropped me off. I just want to get back to where I'm from." Dorothy could see that the little man was still a little wary of her. "Could I ask you, where exactly is this?"

"You are in Munchkin Land, in the country of Oz." The little man thought that this was an odd question for someone in a flying house to ask. He saw the puzzlement on her face and began to believe her story. "So, you're not a witch?"

"No! Of course not!"

"And you're not here to make us your slaves like the witch of the east did?"

"No, I just want to go home," Dorothy said. "Can you tell how to get back to Kansas from here?"

"I'm afraid that I've never heard of Cans-ass..." The little man turned around and called out. "It's all right, everyone! She's not a wicked witch! In fact she's a hero!"

A dozen little heads began to poke out of the surrounding foliage. Dorothy saw that some of the midgets were men and some were women. They were all dressed in blue and wore the same style of clothes as the first man.

"Sooo... is this some kind of midget colony," the busty stripper asked as the little people began to circle around her.

"Oh ho ho! No, miss. We are the munchkins. I am the mayor of this village and you are our savior! We were under the cruel domination of the wicked witch of the east and you killed her with your house! For that we will be forever in your debt."

"Oookay," Dorothy was wondering how hard she had actually hit her head on the couch. "All I really need to know is how to get back home. Does anyone here know how to get to Kansas? or even Los Angeles?"

The crowd of munchkins looked at each other, shaking their heads. The mayor looked up to Dorothy. "Sadly, none of us are very knowledgeable about the lands away from our village." He lowered his head sadly, until a female munchkin whispered into his ear. "But we know of someone who may be able to help you! Glinda, the witch of the South knows most everything. We will send for her immediately to solve your problem." He turned to one of the munchkin male. "Dorf, I need you to travel to Glinda's palace and let her know of our glorious news. She must come here to help Dorothy, after all this girl has done for us." The little man nodded and dashed off down the yellow road. "In the mean time, you will be treated as our guest. You may stay with us until the time that Glinda arrives."

"Well, thank you very much, Mayor!" She bent over and placed a kiss on the Mayor's forehead, noticing that the little man stole a quick glance down her dress as she did so. "Just let me grab my things from my... house." The mayor nodded and Dorothy felt the eyes of the entire village on her as she headed back to the wreck of her dressing room.

She walked around the far side of her room and and gasped as she saw a pair of legs sticking out from underneath the house. Though she was shocked by sight of the legs, she couldn't help but notice the shoes they were wearing. A pair of ruby studded high heels that sparkled in the bright sunlight. "Pretty good taste for a witch," Dorothy said to Toto as she admired the shoes. "I don't suppose that she'd miss them much now." Dorothy saw that the shoes were about her size and she slipped them off of the dead witch's feet. She slipped on the red heels and entered her room. She gathered up several things from the room, including the plane tickets. She stuck them in her purse and turned to leave the room for the last time.

When she went outside, she found three of the munchkin men waiting for her by the room. Each of them held a large lollipop. "Oh, Hello! Can I help you guys?"

The middle munchkin stepped forward. "Oh no, Miss Dorothy! You have helped our village enough. We are the Lollipop Guild and we are here to offer our gratitude for your actions." Each of the men held out their candies in offering to Dorothy.

She dropped to one knee as she took the lollypops from the trio and slipped them into her purse. "You've all been so nice to me," she said as she flashed a smile to them. She noticed that all three of the little men had grown bulges in their blue tights and wondered what they were packing down there. "I'd like to show you how thankful I am..." The stripper reached out and cupped the crotches of the left and right munchkins, causing all three to blush brightly. "Oh my! It feels like you're not at all small down there... Do you mind if I have a peek?"

The munchkins quickly shook their heads, letting her now that they wouldn't mind giving her a look at all.

Dorothy tugged down the tights of the first man and found a six inch cock that looked enormous on such a small man. She wrapped her fingers around his rod and began to stroke it as she reached for the second munchkin's tights. The next cock proved to be as large as the first and she began stroking that one as well. "You boys must keep the women around here very happy..." she said as she slowly wanked off the two men.

The middle munchkin was getting impatient watching his friends get all the attention and pulled his own tights down. He stepped towards Dorothy, his cock pointed at her beautiful face as she was so close to the ground.

Without a word, Dorothy leaned over and kissed the head of his cock. She could taste the precum on the tip and licked her lips. In her year of working at the strip club, she had dated quite a few men, and had learned that she loved giving head. She loved the feel of a cock in her mouth and loved the taste of a man's cum. She quickly took the cock into her mouth and began sucking on it.

As she bobbed her head on the middle cock and her hands were full of the other two men's cocks, little hands began to grope at her large breasts through her dress. She grinned around the cock in her mouth as she felt them squeeze and grope her tits. She let go of one of the cocks and deftly undid the buttons on her dress, letting her braless e-cups free of the confining dress. She went back to stroking the cock as little fingers tweaked her nipples.

She could sense that the munchkin cocks weren't going to last much longer and she began to increase her speed when she felt her skirt being lifted up. She turned her head to see another munchkin man curiously looking under her dress. Dorothy resumed her blowjob as she felt the man's fingers roam over her inner thighs.

The little man ran his fingers along the crotch of her panties which were now damp with Dorothy's pussy juices. Then the finger slid into the panties and pulled them down her legs, exposing her neatly trimmed snatch. Dorothy moaned around the cock in her mouth as the man's fingers slid between her pussy lips, probing her warm wet hole. One finger, then two fingers entered. She was a little disappointed when the fingers pulled away, but they were quickly replaced by his cock.

As the little man began pumping Dorothy from behind, she could sense that her three friends in front were about to finish. She smiled as a delightfully naughty idea entered her head. She reached into her purse and pulled out one of the lollypops. She kept blowing and stroking until all three cocks were ready to blow. As soon as the first munchkin's cock began to erupt, she moved her candy under it to catch his seed. She repeated this process for the second and third cocks as they came until the brightly colored lollypop was glazed in white cum. The three exhausted munchkins each fell backwards into the grass, leaving Dorothy with just the cock in her pussy left.

She leaned backwards until the munchkin behind her was lying on the ground, pumping her from below. Dorothy began to bounce on his cock, careful not to come down too hard on the little man. As she rode up and down, her ripe breasts bouncing wildly, she began to devour her dessert. The salty taste of the cum mingled with the fruity candy underneath, giving her a real treat. She was careful not to spill any of it as she continued to get fucked. With her free hand she began playing with her clit and stroking the cock as it slipped in and out of her. It wasn't long before she came, her whole body trembling in pleasure. As her pussy spasmed, it squeezed the munchkin cock inside of her and pushed the man into his own orgasm.

Breathing heavily, she lifted herself off of the man's cock and laid down in the grass. "You munchkins sure are a friendly group," she laughed as she looked at the four little men around her, each with their spent members still hanging out of their tights. She laid her head back and closed her eyes in a daze. She absent mindedly ran her fingers over her sweaty chest when she suddenly heard the mayor's voice calling to her from the other side of the dressing room.

"Dorothy! Dorothy! Glinda is here! Come quickly!"

Dorothy sat up like a shot as she began to button up her dress. She stood up and straightened out her skirt. She realized that her panties were missing. Glancing around the area, she couldn't find them. Deciding that she could get by without them, she headed back to the village, ready to go back home.

To be continued... 



Dorothy Does Oz Ch. 03



03. Glinda, a Very Good Witch

Dorothy walked up to the village with Toto at her heels. She could feel a little bit of the Munchkin's cum dripping down her thigh as she walked up to the crowd in the middle of the street.

The Munchkin mayor walked up to her and took her hand and pointed towards the horizon. "Miss Dorothy! Look over there! Glinda is almost here."

A glowing sphere resembling a giant soap bubble was rapidly approaching the village. It floated soundlessly of the fields of flowers and then moved in the center of the village. Slowly, it descended. When it touched the ground, it disappeared with a soft "pop" and revealed the woman who had been riding inside. The crowd was silent as the woman approached Dorothy and stepped aside to make a path for her. 

Glinda was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair. She wore a sparkling pink low cut gown, which was filled out nicely by her curvy figure. On her head, she wore a crown with bejeweled stars along the rim and in her hand she held a wand tipped with a similar star.

"I am Glinda, the good witch. You must be the great Dorothy that I have been told about," the blonde said as she smiled sweetly. "You have done a great deed for their people today. I trust that they have been very hospitable to you."

Dorothy's mind thought of the dribble of cum on her leg. "Oh yes, they've been very friendly."

"The Munchkins are my friends and a friend of them is my friend also. If there is anything that I can do to help you, all you have to do is tell me."

"Thanks, Glinda. The only thing that I want right now is to go home, back to Kansas. Is that something you can do for me?"

Glinda's smile faded and she placed her hand on Dorothy's shoulder. "I'm afraid that is one thing that I cannot do for you. I do not know where this Kansas land is, but it does not lie with in the borders of Oz. No one here ever leaves Oz because of the great desert that surrounds our great land on all sides."

"You mean I can't go back? I got here. There must be some way for me to get back. Can't you just zap me back with your wand or twitch your nose or something?"

"I'm afraid not. My magic cannot pass the borders of this land." Glinda looked in to Dorothy's saddened eyes. "But... there may be someone who can help you. He lives far from here, but I have heard that he is very powerful and wise. He may be the only person in Oz who would be able to help you..."

Dorothy's eye lit up with hope. "Who is it? I'll go where ever I have to if it means I can go home again!"

"He is the Wizard and he lives in the Emerald City. It is a long journey to reach his home and the path will be paved with many perils. Although, for someone who crushed the Witch of the East, I'm sure that you would be able to handle yourself."

Dorothy picked up Toto and hugged him. "Did you hear that Toto? We're going to go see someone who can send us home!" Toto licked her nose and Dorothy turned back to Glinda. "How do I get there, Glinda?"

"Why, all you have to do is follow this yellow brick road. It will lead you to the Emerald City and the Wizard. Unfortunately, neither I nor the Munchkins will be able to accompany you. You must travel alone." The witch could tell that Dorothy was very eager to be on her way. She turned the Mayor. "Mayor, could you and the other Munchkins prepare some supplies for Dorothy? She has a very long trip ahead of her and she and Toto will need food for their trip. Also I like to have a word alone with her."

"Yes, Glinda. Of course," the Mayor said as he bowed slightly. "All right, Munchkins! You heard Glinda. Let's get what we can for Dorothy's trip."

As the little people disappeared into their homes, Glinda took Dorothy's hand into hers. "Come over here, Dorothy," she said as she led the brunette over to a grove of small flowering trees. "The Munchkins are very helpful, but they can also be very curious and I need to talk to you alone." As they walked behind the trees, Glinda stopped Dorothy. "I see that you have taken the Witch's shoes for your own," she said glancing down at the sparkling red heels that Dorothy wore. "That is good. The shoes are enchanted and should help you on your travels. There will be many dangers ahead of you and you will need all the help that you can get."

"Really," Dorothy asked, beginning to worry. "What kind of dangers?"

"Not even I could tell you of everything that you will encounter. I would say that your biggest worry would be the witch of the East's sister, the witch of the West. She won't be happy once she hears that her sister is dead, and I'm sure that she will come looking for you soon enough."

"What can I do to stop her," she said as she hugged Toto a little tighter.

"I'm afraid that there is little you can do, but I think that I can help you... Any one bearing my mark is protected. If you would allow me to give you my mark, no one you encounter would harm you. Would you allow me to do this, Dorothy?"

"Of course I would! Any help I can get, I'll take."

"That's good to hear. If you will set little Toto down, I will give you my mark."

Dorothy set the little dog down and stood facing the blonde witch. She stood still as Glinda moved closer and planted a soft kiss on Dorothy's forehead.

Glinda looked into the beautiful brunette's eye and then kiss her on the lips softly. Then again, slightly deeper. Her hands moved from her sides and cupped Dorothy's large breasts through her dress. As she pulled away from their kiss, Dorothy spoke.

"Wha--" Before she could continue, Glinda placed her finger on the stripper's full lips.

"Quiet now. Let me finish what I have begun." She saw the questioning look in Dorothy's eyes and then leaned in for another kiss. This time her tongue darted out, licking the brunette's lips. While her one hand continued to feel up Dorothy's breasts, her other hand slid down her back and stopped on her tight ass.

Dorothy was confused. She had seen other strippers at Uncle Henry's making out with one another, but she had never felt any urges of her own towards another woman. Now, however, as she was being fondled by this sexy witch, she felt that inner tingle she got when she was aroused. Deciding that she may as well enjoy it as long as it was going to happen anyway, Dorothy parted her lips allowing Glinda's tongue to dart into her mouth.

Glinda smiled as Dorothy opened her mouth, her tongue slipping around the other woman's, tasting each other. She moved her hands to the front of the gingham dress and began unbuttoning it as she continued kissing her. She pulled the dress open exposing the twin mounds of creamy flesh. The witch kissed Dorothy's chin, then her neck several times slowly, and moved down her chest. She took one of her large pink nipples into her mouth and sucked, flicking the nipple with her tongue. Her hands squeezed the two mountains of tit flesh and she switched nipples, eliciting a moan from the busty stripper.

"Oh my," Dorothy said as she placed her hands on the sides of Glinda's head. Her nipples had always been quite sensitive and the attention that they were receiving was getting her pussy quite wet. She hugged Glinda's head to her chest, saying, "That feels sooo good..."

The witch spent a little longer suckling Dorothy's giant tits, while she pulled her gingham dress down around her legs. Her roaming hands found that she wasn't wearing any panties and then slid between Dorothy's legs. It was a pleasant surprise to find that she was dripping wet down there, meaning that she was enjoying it as much as Glinda. She gave her breasts a final kiss, letting them escape from her mouth with a ‘pop'. Lowering her head to the level of the shaven pussy in front of her, Glinda spotting the white glob on Dorothy's inner thigh. She thrust her tongue out and licked it up, inches from her pink pussy lips, sending a shiver through Dorothy's tight body.

"Mmmmmm," Glinda said as she savored the taste in her mouth, "Munchkin cum... It seems that they have been very friendly with you, naughty girl." She took Dorothy by the hips and gently pulled down on them, saying, "Why don't you lay back and relax?"

Dorothy stepped out of her dress and laid back in a soft bed of flowers. She continued to play with her breasts and tweak her nipples as she felt Glinda's hot breath on her pussy. Parting her legs, she let Glinda move in closer. She let out a whimper as the witch's stiff tongue parted the lips of her pussy. "Mmmm-ahh..."

Glinda poked her tongue into the fold's of the brunette's pussy, tasting the mixture of pussy juices and munchkin cum inside of her. Her tongue began licking the lips and flitting around into her as Glinda's free hand moved under her own dress. She slid off her own panties and began to finger herself as she ate Dorothy's pussy. Her own wet pussy eagerly accepted her fingers, making a juicy ‘squish' as they dove into her.

"Oh gawd," Dorothy moaned loudly. Several men had gone down on her before, but this was an entirely different experience. Glinda knew just how to treat her pussy to bring out the most pleasure possible. The feeling of another woman's tongue inside of her was incredible and she could feel her orgasm coming on. She felt her pussy begin to spasm as she came, her legs clamping around Glinda's head, holding her face against her pussy. "I'm cumming," Dorothy yelled out as she groped her large breasts.

Glinda continued to lap feverishly at the wet cunt in front of her as her head was held tight. Being held tight while fingering her her own pussy was enough to trigger her own orgasm. As her own pussy began to gush, Dorothy's pussy soaked her face. When the pussy in front of her stopped pulsing, the thighs on either side of her head moved away. Glinda raised herself up and crawled over Dorothy's body. When they were face to face, they kissed deeply again, letting Dorothy taste her own juices.

"That was... wonderful, Glinda," Dorothy said as her hands roamed over Glinda's body. "Does this mean that I have your mark of protection now?"

Glinda laughed and kissed the woman beneath her again. "Yes, you do. In fact, you did as soon as I kissed your forehead. The rest was just for fun."

Dorothy smiled widely. "Oh, it certainly was..." She felt Glinda's leg press against her sopping pussy again.

"Well, since you enjoyed it so much I don't suppose that you'd mind... returning the favor?"

Suddenly there was a sneeze from behind them. The two women looked back to see the entire Munchkin village watching them intently. A bright red blushing mayor stepped forward.

"Glinda. Dorothy. We've prepared a basket for Dorothy's trip."

Glinda sighed as she got up off of Dorothy's nude body and stood up. "Thank you, Mayor. I was just giving Dorothy, ahem, my mark of protection to keep her safe on the road." She helped Dorothy to her feet and handed her her dress. "I suppose that is time that we said goodbye to our new friend and let her be on her way."

Dorothy finished buttoning up her dress and picked up Toto again. "Thank you, Glinda. and thank you all, Munchkins." Dorothy took the basket of food from the Mayor. She turned to face Glinda and gave the witch one last deep kiss, savoring the taste of her lips. "Good bye, all of you."

The crowd waved good bye as Dorothy and Toto set out on the yellow brick road, and watched them until they were out of sight.

To be continued...



Dorothy Does Oz Ch. 04



04. How Dorothy Saved The Scarecrow

Dorothy and Toto made their way along the Yellow Brick Road, making good time and enjoying the nice weather. Sometimes she let Toto run along side of her, but the rest of the time she had to carry the small dog. Soon she had passed through the flower fields of the Munchkins. The multi colored flower fields gave way to vast cornfields, a sight all to familiar to Dorothy. Every now and then, she would spot a farmhouse close to the road, but the inhabitants were usually to shy to come out and see her. 

After half a day of traveling, Dorothy came to a fork in the road. Both paths headed to the west, with one curving to the south and one curving to the north. She couldn't see very far down either path, and the height of the corn blocked the horizon from her. She tried to decide which way to choose, but neither of the two seemed right over the other.

"Well, Toto," she said as she sat down on a stone by the side of the road, "I guess now is as good a time as any to have our lunch. Maybe some time resting will help me pick a path." Dorothy pulled out a sandwich for herself and several scraps of meat for Toto. "Mmmm. Eat up, little doggy. We're not going to stop again until dark."

Dorothy had finished off her sandwich and an apple, and was packing their things back up when she heard a voice coming from the corn. "Hello," she asked. "Is someone out there?"

"Um, Yes. I'm out here. I'm sort of tied up over here, though..." The voice was coming through the corn stalks. It sounded like a kind voice, but Dorothy couldn't see who the speaker was through the corn.

"Toto, you stay hear and guard the basket. I'm going to go see who that is." Dorothy stepped off of the path and made her way toward the voice. "Excuse me," she called out, "but could you say something more, so I can find you?"

"Yes. I'm over here, Miss," the voice said over the corn. "Just a little farther..."

Dorothy glanced behind her and saw that the road was out of sight now. Everywhere she looked, it was corn as far as she could see. She moved towards the voice until she reached a small clearing in the field.

At the center of the clearing was a scarecrow up on a pole. He was dressed in farmer's clothing and had a blue hat on his head. His face was painted on with a permanent smile. There was no one else to be seen.

"Hello," Dorothy called out. "I'm over by the scarecrow, but I still can't see you." She nearly jumped out of her dress when the scarecrow spoke to her.

"If you can't see me, then you must not be looking. I'm the guy tied up to the post." The scarecrow on the pole turned his head towards her, his high position giving him a bird's eye view of her cleavage.

"Oh my! I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting--"

"I know, I know. What in Oz is a scarecrow doing in the middle of a cornfield, right?"

"That's not what I meant. I've just never seen a talking scarecrow before." She looked at the straw man closer, wondering how the words came out of a mouth that never moved.

"Well, I've never seen a dress filled out like that before," the scarecrow said, "so I guess that we're even. Could you do a guy a favor and get me down from here? It's been a month now and I'm really starting to get bored up here."

Dorothy saw that the straw man was bound at the waist, wrists and ankles to the post. "I suppose that I can let you down... How did you get up there in the fist place?"

"Ha... Well, that's a funny story," he said. "You see the farmer who owns this field put me together to guard his crops from crows. I was supposed to patrol the fields and make sure that nothing was eating his crops. Not being a flesh and bones creature, I never needed to sleep, so I paced the fields night and day. I did a pretty good job of it too, if I do say so myself."

Dorothy pulled the ankle ropes off of the scarecrow. "Well, if you were doing such a good job, why did you end up there?"

"I had a lot of spare time, you see, patrolling the field. A lot of time to think. and watch. The farmer had a daughter and she was a foxy young thing. Not as hot as you are, but still, not someone you kick out of bed. Eighteen and full of spunk, she was. Anyway, the daughter was lonely, being stuck on a farm in the middle of nowhere and I was the only guy around for miles that she wasn't related to. She would come out and walk with me sometimes, just walking and talking. One thing eventually led to another and our relationship became a little more physical... Which was great, until the farmer caught us in the field one day with our pants down. Well, my pants down, her skirt hiked up, you get the picture."

"Yes, I think so," Dorothy said as she unbound his wrists. "Daddy got mad that you were slipping his little girl the old corncob and placed you up here for punishment? Right?"

"Close enough," the scarecrow said. "I don't think that he was planning to let me down anytime soon either. I haven't seen anybody since they put me up here..."

"Well," Dorothy said as she yanked at the rope binding his waist, "In just a second, I'll have you-- down--" As she said this, the rope came loose and the scarecrow fell from the pole and landing in a heap on top of Dorothy. "Oof!"

The scarecrow's face was pressed up against Dorothy's ample chest, and she lifted his head up. "Sorry about that," he said, "my legs are a little like gelatin after being strung up for so long." He shifted his light body and Dorothy felt something hard poke her in the hip.

"I feel something a little harder than Jell-O down there," Dorothy said as she rolled the straw man off of her.

"Heh... Yeah, sorry about that. That thing has a mind of it's own."

Dorothy couldn't help but wonder what he had pressed against her leg. She placed her hand on the scarecrow's pants. "So what exactly does a scarecrow have down there?"

The scarecrow unzipped his pants and produced an eight inch long polished wooden dildo. "It was a gift from the farmer's daughter. The old man never gave me any extra parts, so she gave me this. It works well and I can feel everything it does, but I can't cum with it..."

Dorothy gripped the wooden rod and ran her fingers over it. "You mean, a permanent case of blue balls?"

"Not quite. I don't actually have any balls to get blue but it's still very frustrating." The scarecrow was enjoying the handjob Dorothy was giving him and his mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts.

He imagined that he had the buxom stripper tied up to the pole, completely naked and ready for him. He saw himself unzipping his pants to expose his eight inch cock, but instead of wood it was a flesh and blood rod. He shoved the rod deep into her wet waiting hole and began to fuck her hard, her large tits swinging wildly. "Fuck me harder, Scarecrow! Give me that hot cock of yours," Dorothy screamed. "So what will you do now?"

The scarecrow snapped out of his fantasy to see Dorothy standing next to him. "What?"

"I said, what are you going to do now, since you're not tied to a pole any more?"

"I'm not sure. I can't go back to the farm and I've never been anywhere else before... Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the Emerald City," Dorothy said. "I'm going to ask the Wizard if he can send me back home to Kansas."

"Do you think that he could help me, too," the scarecrow asked.

"With what?"

"Maybe he could give me a new cock, one that could cum."

"I suppose that he might. I don't know for sure, but it couldn't hurt to ask him. You're welcome to come along with Toto and I if you want to."

"I think that I'd like that," the scarecrow said. "Lead on to the Emerald City-- er, I don't think that you told me your name yet. Everyone just called me Scarecrow before, so I suppose that's my name."

"Well, Scarecrow, I'm Dorothy. Dorothy Gale." She glanced around the surrounding cornfield and didn't see where she came out. "Toto! Toto! Where are you puppy?"

In the distance, the dog began barking.

Dorothy began heading towards the barking and waved to her new friend. "Scarecrow, come this way. The road's over here."

Scarecrow quickly climbed to his feet and started after her. "Right behind you, Dorothy," he said as watched her ass under her short skirt. He stroked his wooden cock through his pants as he enter the cornstalks. "I'm right behind you."

To be continued... 



Dorothy Does Oz Ch. 05



05. Into the Deep Woods

Dorothy, Toto, and Scarecrow decided to follow the road that curved south, although none of the group knew where either path led. The cornfields seemed to stretch on for as far as they could see, so one path seemed just as good as the other. As they followed the yellow brick road, Dorothy told the straw man her story and how she had come to Oz. They were able to walk for over an hour before the sun had set too far and the path grew dark.

"I suppose that we're just going to have to sleep by the side of the road, Scarecrow," Dorothy said as she set Toto down on the ground. "It's been a looong day, and I'm going to sleep like a rock, even if it's on the side of the road." Dorothy yawned and stretched, and the Scarecrow enjoyed the view of her tight dress straining against her ample breasts. She sat down on the grassy shoulder of the path and pulled out the cloth from her picnic basket. "I think that both of us can use this as a pillow..."


"You can have it," Scarecrow said. "You forget that I don't need to sleep. In fact, I don't have eyelids, so I don't think I could sleep if I wanted to. You just catch some z's and I'll stand watch, make sure that nobody causes us any trouble."

"Sounds good to me. I'll see you in the morning." Dorothy curled up, laid her head down on the cloth and closed her eyes. Moments later her breathing slowed as she dozed off. Toto pushed his way between her arms and leaned against her chest before he began lightly snoring next to her.

Scarecrow paced the path for half an hour before getting bored and sitting down beside the pair. Sure that the girl was sleeping, Scarecrow lifted up the edge of her dress, allowing himself a long view of her naked ass. He slid his hand under her dress and touched her right cheek, causing Dorothy to reflexively kick back and knock Scarecrow over into the corn. He got up and was relieved to see that she was still sound asleep. Then he noticed the little dog staring at him, his ears flat to his head. Scarecrow decided it would be best to resume pacing the path for the rest of the night.

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Dorothy woke up the next day, gave Toto and herself breakfast and then the three began walking again. It wasn't long before they could see something on the horizon, above the tops of the corn stalks. They couldn't tell what it was, but they knew that it wasn't more corn and that was what was important. The farther they walked, the closer the darkness on the horizon got and soon they could make out the forest at the end of the field. They began picking up their walking pace as they neared the trees.

"I can't wait to get past these fields," Scarecrow said. 

"I would think so," Dorothy replied. "You've never been outside of them before. I've only been in them for a day and I'm already tired of the same old scenery."

Toto let out a bark in agreement as he raced along side of them.

As soon as they passed into the shadows of the trees, Dorothy could feel the temperature drop. "Brrrr, it sure was a lot warmer in the sunlight. I hope that this forest doesn't go on as long as the fields did." Looking down the path, it was trees as far as she could see, but there was some thing else by the side of the road. "Look! Apples!" Dorothy picked up one of the apples from the ground and then spotted the trees that they had fallen from. "I'm going to grab a few of these, Scarecrow. I don't know how long it will be before we're out of these woods, and it can't hurt to have more food with us." She walked off of the path, leaving Toto and Scarecrow behind. There were several branches low enough for the stripper to reach, but she still had to stretch to reach them. She grabbed one red, round apple and pulled it off with a snap.

"Ow!"

"What did you say, Scarecrow," Dorothy asked as she looked back to the road.

"I didn't say anything. Maybe it was an animal."

Dorothy glanced around but didn't see any animals around them besides Toto. She reached back up for another apple. As her her fingers touched the apple, the voice spoke again.

"That's it," the voice said. Suddenly, one of the tree's branches swept out and grabbed her outstretched arm and lifted her off of the ground. "I'm tired of people always grabbin' my apples when ever they like." The branch twisted around until Dorothy was facing the tree. Before her eyes, a face formed in the bark with two eyes and a mouth. "There's plenty of apples on the ground but noooo... They have to yank ‘em right off my branches!"

Dorothy didn't know what to say. This was definitely a new situation to her. "I'm sorry," she began, "I didn't think that you'd mind..."

"Hmmph," the tree grunted. "Didn't think I'd mind? How do you think I'd feel about somebody yanking a apple off a me? How would ya like it if a yanked of one of yer apples?" A finger like stem reached out and poked one of Dorothy's round boobs as the tree said this.

Another voice came from the tree to the right. "I don't think she's got any apples under there... Looks more like a couple melons to me, huh huh."

"Why don't we check," said another tree.

Back on the path, Toto began barking furiously. Scarecrow knew he had to do something and rushed at the tree holding Dorothy only to be knocked back to the bricks by a large branch.

The middle tree slid a branch onto the neckline of Dorothy's dress and pulled it open letting her large breasts tumble free. The cold air of the forest had made her pink nipples very erect.

"Hey!" Dorothy shouted as she tried to kick out at the tree. She couldn't reach with her feet, but she slapped a branch away with her free hand as it poked her right breast. "I'll give your fucking apples back! Just put me down."

"Too late for that," said one tree.

"Yeah," said another. "Too late for that, huh huh. Why don't we see if she's keepin' a peach under there, too?"

"Good idea," said the center tree. One of his branched reached down towards her skirt when there was a loud "THWAK" sound. The branch recoiled as Scarecrow shouted.

"Put Dorothy down," Scarecrow said as he pitched another rock at the trees, "Right now!" He threw another rock, making sure to stay clear of the girl he was protecting.

The next rock struck the middle tree right between its eyes and the branch around Dorothy's arm let her go, dropping her to the ground.

"Oof," she exhaled as she landed on her ass. She quickly scrambled to her feet and ran to the path, her breasts bouncing with each step. She joined Scarecrow and Toto, and the three of them hurried away down the path as they dodged branches and apples being lobbed at them. They stopped running when they could no longer here the shouts of the three apple trees and tried to catch their breath.

"Oh, Thank you, Scarecrow," Dorothy said as she wrapped her arms around the straw man. "Thank you for saving me from those horrible trees! I thought..." Dorothy stopped talking, squeezed Scarecrow even tighter and then planted a kiss on his cloth cheek. "Oh, how can I ever thank you?"

The feeling of Dorothy's huge breasts squashed against him was causing his wooden cock to press out against his pants and into her hip. "Oh, I'm thinking of something you could do right now..."

The curvy brunette smiled as she pressed her hip harder against the bulge in his pants. "And what would that be, my hero?"

"I was thinking that my woody could really use a good spit and polish."

She smiled widely. "Anything you want." Dorothy slowly dropped to her knees, letting her e-cups drag down his chest and legs as she did so. She unzipped the front of the straw man's pants and released his wooden cock, gripping it with her small hand. As she stroked its length, she looked up to Scarecrow with a sexy grin.

"Oh yeah," he moaned as she pulled on his cock. "Put it in your mouth, Dorothy."

Dorothy leaned towards the cock and opened her mouth, not knowing what to expect. The wood was polished as smooth as silk and had no real taste to it. She took about half the length in her mouth and ran her tongue around it, making sure to tickle the head with the tip of her tongue. She began bobbing her head, using lots of spit to lube up his cock.

Scarecrow placed his hands on the sides of her head, running his fingers through her smooth soft wavy brown hair.

Dorothy kept half the cock in her mouth as she pumped the remaining length with her hand. She wanted to try deep throating the cock, but the hard wood wouldn't bend at all, making it near impossible to take much more into her mouth. The moans of the straw man were turning her on, and Dorothy played with her nipple for a bit before she slid her fingers down to her pussy. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as her fingers dipped into her honey pot, probing her hot wet hole. The wet sounds of her mouth on the cock blended with the wet sucking of her pussy on her fingers. She was really getting into it, playing with her clit as she tried to take more of his cock in her mouth. She was pushing three fingers into her pussy when she decided that she was going to need something more to fill her. She pulled the cock from her mouth, leaving a string of spit connecting her lips to the head of the cock.

"Scarecrow, I want you to fuck me," she said as she leaned back on the path. She pulled her skirt up to expose her shaven pussy. "Please?"

Scarecrow eagerly dropped to his knees, and pointed his wooden know towards Dorothy's dripping wet hole. He pressed forwards and watched her tight pussy lips wrap around the head of his cock and then slide over the rest of his cock.

"Oh yess," Dorothy said through her clenched teeth. "Give me that cock, Scarecrow."

Scarecrow began slowly pumping her pussy and leaned forwards. He watched her two mountainous breasts begin to jiggle with each thrust and he pressed his painted on lips against one of her nipples.

The cloth of the straw man's face felt rough against her hard nipple, but she enjoyed the new texture. She pulled his face down against her chest and then wrapped her legs around his waist. "Ooh ooh ooh," she softly said, "go faster..." She knew that Scarecrow wouldn't cum too soon because he couldn't cum at all, so he could really pound away at her and not lose it. She felt the cock plowing her pussy begin to pick up the pace and leaned her head back. "Oh yeah! Just like that," she moaned as he hit a rapid pace.

Scarecrow was pumping his hips as fast as he could, driving the full length of his cock into her. He leaned back again to watch as her massive breasts were now shaking wildly back and forth. "Oh god," he groaned loudly. "I love your pussy, Dorothy!"

Dorothy herself was now quickly approaching her orgasm. Her arms reached up around Scarecrow and she grabbed him with her fingernails as the pressure increased in her pussy. "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh... Keep going..."

Scarecrow kept his pace, pounding away and reached up to her huge jumping with one gloved hand. He grasped a nipple between his fingers and tweaked it.

The extra stimulation was enough to push Dorothy over the edge. "Ugh-- here... I... come!" Her eyes shut tight and her body spasmed as an orgasm wracked her body. She gripped the straw man tighter as her pussy gushed girl cum all over his cock, soaking the front of his pants. Dorothy's body finally relaxed and she let her head and arms drop to the ground. Breathing heavily, she looked up to Scarecrow, who was still lying on top of her, his hard cock deep inside of her. "Daaaamn! You fuck like a machine, Scarecrow!"

Scarecrow looked down at her with his permanent smile as he played with her juicy tit. "Thanks, I think..." He shifted his hips, rotating his cock inside of Dorothy, making her ‘mmmmmmmmmm'. "Do you really think that the wizard could give me a real cock?"

"I don't know. You know as much about him as I do, and that isn't much. I hope so."

The two travelers laid together on the path for several minutes, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies, until Toto walked up to Dorothy's face and licked her cheek.

"Yes, Toto, I suppose that it is time that we got going again."

Hearing this, Scarecrow removed his cock from her cunt and stood up, looking at the soaked patch of his pants. "I'm going to have to let this dry out, or I'm going to mildew," he said gesturing to his wooden cock and the damp straw around it.

Dorothy climbed to her feet and examined her dress. She wiped off the dirt on her back from their fuck and then saw that she was missing a few buttons from her dress top. "Dammit, what am I going to do about this? I can't go to see the Wizard with my tits hanging out all over!"

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Scarecrow said and then saw the annoyed look he got from Dorothy. "But I do have a safety pin around here somewhere..." He patted himself down until he found a pin and helped Dorothy fasten her dress.

"Thank you," Dorothy said as his gloved hand brushed her nipple. She picked up her basket and Toto. "Now let's see if we can't get out of this forest before it gets too dark..."

To be continued...Dorothy Does Oz

by Maguppy Puppy

05. Into the Deep Woods

Dorothy, Toto, and Scarecrow decided to follow the road that curved south, although none of the group knew where either path led. The cornfields seemed to stretch on for as far as they could see, so one path seemed just as good as the other. As they followed the yellow brick road, Dorothy told the straw man her story and how she had come to Oz. They were able to walk for over an hour before the sun had set too far and the path grew dark.

"I suppose that we're just going to have to sleep by the side of the road, Scarecrow," Dorothy said as she set Toto down on the ground. "It's been a looong day, and I'm going to sleep like a rock, even if it's on the side of the road." Dorothy yawned and stretched, and the Scarecrow enjoyed the view of her tight dress straining against her ample breasts. She sat down on the grassy shoulder of the path and pulled out the cloth from her picnic basket. "I think that both of us can use this as a pillow..."


"You can have it," Scarecrow said. "You forget that I don't need to sleep. In fact, I don't have eyelids, so I don't think I could sleep if I wanted to. You just catch some z's and I'll stand watch, make sure that nobody causes us any trouble."

"Sounds good to me. I'll see you in the morning." Dorothy curled up, laid her head down on the cloth and closed her eyes. Moments later her breathing slowed as she dozed off. Toto pushed his way between her arms and leaned against her chest before he began lightly snoring next to her.

Scarecrow paced the path for half an hour before getting bored and sitting down beside the pair. Sure that the girl was sleeping, Scarecrow lifted up the edge of her dress, allowing himself a long view of her naked ass. He slid his hand under her dress and touched her right cheek, causing Dorothy to reflexively kick back and knock Scarecrow over into the corn. He got up and was relieved to see that she was still sound asleep. Then he noticed the little dog staring at him, his ears flat to his head. Scarecrow decided it would be best to resume pacing the path for the rest of the night.

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Dorothy woke up the next day, gave Toto and herself breakfast and then the three began walking again. It wasn't long before they could see something on the horizon, above the tops of the corn stalks. They couldn't tell what it was, but they knew that it wasn't more corn and that was what was important. The farther they walked, the closer the darkness on the horizon got and soon they could make out the forest at the end of the field. They began picking up their walking pace as they neared the trees.

"I can't wait to get past these fields," Scarecrow said. 

"I would think so," Dorothy replied. "You've never been outside of them before. I've only been in them for a day and I'm already tired of the same old scenery."

Toto let out a bark in agreement as he raced along side of them.

As soon as they passed into the shadows of the trees, Dorothy could feel the temperature drop. "Brrrr, it sure was a lot warmer in the sunlight. I hope that this forest doesn't go on as long as the fields did." Looking down the path, it was trees as far as she could see, but there was some thing else by the side of the road. "Look! Apples!" Dorothy picked up one of the apples from the ground and then spotted the trees that they had fallen from. "I'm going to grab a few of these, Scarecrow. I don't know how long it will be before we're out of these woods, and it can't hurt to have more food with us." She walked off of the path, leaving Toto and Scarecrow behind. There were several branches low enough for the stripper to reach, but she still had to stretch to reach them. She grabbed one red, round apple and pulled it off with a snap.

"Ow!"

"What did you say, Scarecrow," Dorothy asked as she looked back to the road.

"I didn't say anything. Maybe it was an animal."

Dorothy glanced around but didn't see any animals around them besides Toto. She reached back up for another apple. As her her fingers touched the apple, the voice spoke again.

"That's it," the voice said. Suddenly, one of the tree's branches swept out and grabbed her outstretched arm and lifted her off of the ground. "I'm tired of people always grabbin' my apples when ever they like." The branch twisted around until Dorothy was facing the tree. Before her eyes, a face formed in the bark with two eyes and a mouth. "There's plenty of apples on the ground but noooo... They have to yank ‘em right off my branches!"

Dorothy didn't know what to say. This was definitely a new situation to her. "I'm sorry," she began, "I didn't think that you'd mind..."

"Hmmph," the tree grunted. "Didn't think I'd mind? How do you think I'd feel about somebody yanking a apple off a me? How would ya like it if a yanked of one of yer apples?" A finger like stem reached out and poked one of Dorothy's round boobs as the tree said this.

Another voice came from the tree to the right. "I don't think she's got any apples under there... Looks more like a couple melons to me, huh huh."

"Why don't we check," said another tree.

Back on the path, Toto began barking furiously. Scarecrow knew he had to do something and rushed at the tree holding Dorothy only to be knocked back to the bricks by a large branch.

The middle tree slid a branch onto the neckline of Dorothy's dress and pulled it open letting her large breasts tumble free. The cold air of the forest had made her pink nipples very erect.

"Hey!" Dorothy shouted as she tried to kick out at the tree. She couldn't reach with her feet, but she slapped a branch away with her free hand as it poked her right breast. "I'll give your fucking apples back! Just put me down."

"Too late for that," said one tree.

"Yeah," said another. "Too late for that, huh huh. Why don't we see if she's keepin' a peach under there, too?"

"Good idea," said the center tree. One of his branched reached down towards her skirt when there was a loud "THWAK" sound. The branch recoiled as Scarecrow shouted.

"Put Dorothy down," Scarecrow said as he pitched another rock at the trees, "Right now!" He threw another rock, making sure to stay clear of the girl he was protecting.

The next rock struck the middle tree right between its eyes and the branch around Dorothy's arm let her go, dropping her to the ground.

"Oof," she exhaled as she landed on her ass. She quickly scrambled to her feet and ran to the path, her breasts bouncing with each step. She joined Scarecrow and Toto, and the three of them hurried away down the path as they dodged branches and apples being lobbed at them. They stopped running when they could no longer here the shouts of the three apple trees and tried to catch their breath.




Dorothy Does Oz Ch. 05



"Oh, Thank you, Scarecrow," Dorothy said as she wrapped her arms around the straw man. "Thank you for saving me from those horrible trees! I thought..." Dorothy stopped talking, squeezed Scarecrow even tighter and then planted a kiss on his cloth cheek. "Oh, how can I ever thank you?"

The feeling of Dorothy's huge breasts squashed against him was causing his wooden cock to press out against his pants and into her hip. "Oh, I'm thinking of something you could do right now..."

The curvy brunette smiled as she pressed her hip harder against the bulge in his pants. "And what would that be, my hero?"

"I was thinking that my woody could really use a good spit and polish."

She smiled widely. "Anything you want." Dorothy slowly dropped to her knees, letting her e-cups drag down his chest and legs as she did so. She unzipped the front of the straw man's pants and released his wooden cock, gripping it with her small hand. As she stroked its length, she looked up to Scarecrow with a sexy grin.

"Oh yeah," he moaned as she pulled on his cock. "Put it in your mouth, Dorothy."

Dorothy leaned towards the cock and opened her mouth, not knowing what to expect. The wood was polished as smooth as silk and had no real taste to it. She took about half the length in her mouth and ran her tongue around it, making sure to tickle the head with the tip of her tongue. She began bobbing her head, using lots of spit to lube up his cock.

Scarecrow placed his hands on the sides of her head, running his fingers through her smooth soft wavy brown hair.

Dorothy kept half the cock in her mouth as she pumped the remaining length with her hand. She wanted to try deep throating the cock, but the hard wood wouldn't bend at all, making it near impossible to take much more into her mouth. The moans of the straw man were turning her on, and Dorothy played with her nipple for a bit before she slid her fingers down to her pussy. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as her fingers dipped into her honey pot, probing her hot wet hole. The wet sounds of her mouth on the cock blended with the wet sucking of her pussy on her fingers. She was really getting into it, playing with her clit as she tried to take more of his cock in her mouth. She was pushing three fingers into her pussy when she decided that she was going to need something more to fill her. She pulled the cock from her mouth, leaving a string of spit connecting her lips to the head of the cock.

"Scarecrow, I want you to fuck me," she said as she leaned back on the path. She pulled her skirt up to expose her shaven pussy. "Please?"

Scarecrow eagerly dropped to his knees, and pointed his wooden know towards Dorothy's dripping wet hole. He pressed forwards and watched her tight pussy lips wrap around the head of his cock and then slide over the rest of his cock.

"Oh yess," Dorothy said through her clenched teeth. "Give me that cock, Scarecrow."

Scarecrow began slowly pumping her pussy and leaned forwards. He watched her two mountainous breasts begin to jiggle with each thrust and he pressed his painted on lips against one of her nipples.

The cloth of the straw man's face felt rough against her hard nipple, but she enjoyed the new texture. She pulled his face down against her chest and then wrapped her legs around his waist. "Ooh ooh ooh," she softly said, "go faster..." She knew that Scarecrow wouldn't cum too soon because he couldn't cum at all, so he could really pound away at her and not lose it. She felt the cock plowing her pussy begin to pick up the pace and leaned her head back. "Oh yeah! Just like that," she moaned as he hit a rapid pace.

Scarecrow was pumping his hips as fast as he could, driving the full length of his cock into her. He leaned back again to watch as her massive breasts were now shaking wildly back and forth. "Oh god," he groaned loudly. "I love your pussy, Dorothy!"

Dorothy herself was now quickly approaching her orgasm. Her arms reached up around Scarecrow and she grabbed him with her fingernails as the pressure increased in her pussy. "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh... Keep going..."

Scarecrow kept his pace, pounding away and reached up to her huge jumping with one gloved hand. He grasped a nipple between his fingers and tweaked it.

The extra stimulation was enough to push Dorothy over the edge. "Ugh-- here... I... come!" Her eyes shut tight and her body spasmed as an orgasm wracked her body. She gripped the straw man tighter as her pussy gushed girl cum all over his cock, soaking the front of his pants. Dorothy's body finally relaxed and she let her head and arms drop to the ground. Breathing heavily, she looked up to Scarecrow, who was still lying on top of her, his hard cock deep inside of her. "Daaaamn! You fuck like a machine, Scarecrow!"

Scarecrow looked down at her with his permanent smile as he played with her juicy tit. "Thanks, I think..." He shifted his hips, rotating his cock inside of Dorothy, making her ‘mmmmmmmmmm'. "Do you really think that the wizard could give me a real cock?"

"I don't know. You know as much about him as I do, and that isn't much. I hope so."

The two travelers laid together on the path for several minutes, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies, until Toto walked up to Dorothy's face and licked her cheek.

"Yes, Toto, I suppose that it is time that we got going again."

Hearing this, Scarecrow removed his cock from her cunt and stood up, looking at the soaked patch of his pants. "I'm going to have to let this dry out, or I'm going to mildew," he said gesturing to his wooden cock and the damp straw around it.

Dorothy climbed to her feet and examined her dress. She wiped off the dirt on her back from their fuck and then saw that she was missing a few buttons from her dress top. "Dammit, what am I going to do about this? I can't go to see the Wizard with my tits hanging out all over!"

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Scarecrow said and then saw the annoyed look he got from Dorothy. "But I do have a safety pin around here somewhere..." He patted himself down until he found a pin and helped Dorothy fasten her dress.

"Thank you," Dorothy said as his gloved hand brushed her nipple. She picked up her basket and Toto. "Now let's see if we can't get out of this forest before it gets too dark..."

To be continued...



Dorothy Does Oz Ch. 06



06. The Tin Man

"I don't think that we're ever going to get out of this forest," Dorothy said as she walked down the yellow brick road, carrying Toto under her arm. Tall, old trees lined either side of the path and the leaves above them completely blocked out the sky. Without being able to see the sun, there was no way to tell what time it was or how long they had been walking.

Scarecrow walked beside Dorothy on the path with long gangly strides. "I'm sure we'll be out of here soon," he said cheerfully. He looked ahead and saw in the gloom ahead that the path curved off to the left ahead. "Why, I bet the end of this forest is right around that corner."

Dorothy gave the straw man a feigned smile. "I hope so. I'm dead tired. If we can't see the end around that corner, I say that it's time to stop for the night, if it is night right now..."

Scarecrow moved towards Dorothy. "I hope that you're not too tired," he said as he planted his gloved hand on her ass and gave it a squeeze. "I'd like to give you a repeat performance of this morning..."

She let out a sigh and said, "Some of us do need to sleep, you know." 

The two companions turned the corner and Dorothy cursed under her breath. There was no end in sight to the trees. "That's it," She said. "I'm going to get some sleep. Wake me up if you see anything." She was about to sit down on the ground when the straw man grabbed her arm.

"Wait a minute! Look over there, Dorothy!" He pointed back into the trees. "There's a house over there. Maybe there's someone there who can tell us how much further we have to go..."

They left the path and approached the small house. The trees around the house had been chopped down and there was a small patch of sunlight that fell down on it's roof.

"It's not much of a house," Dorothy said as they came to the door. "More of a shack... It doesn't look like whoever lives here is much of a housekeeper either." The wood was faded and the windows were so dingy it was impossible to see into the house. She knocked on the door and waited, but no one answered. She knocked again and waited for a minute before testing the doorknob.

The door swung open freely, revealing a dark room with a table, one chair and a bed. There was a water pump with a bucket in one corner and a wood stove in another corner. There were cobwebs everywhere and a layer of dust covered every surface. "Whoever was living here must have moved on," Scarecrow said as he brushed away some cobwebs. "But at least you've got a bed to sleep on for the night..."

Dorothy tested the pump and was pleased when a gush of cool clear water filled the bucket. "And water, too," she said with a smile. "The canteens in the basket were running pretty low." She took a long drink of water and then splashed some on her face, washing away the dust from their trip. Then she stretched and walked over to the bed. "I'm going to sleep like a log." She pulled the dusty blanket off of the bed and laid down. Toto curled up at the foot of the bed. Moments later, she was breathing softly as she drifted into a deep slumber.

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She woke up some time later to find that she wasn't alone in the bed. She was on her side facing the shack's wall with her skirt hiked up over her hips and Scarecrow was laying behind her, his body pressed against hers. His gloved hand had been slipped into the front of her dress and was playing with her large right breast. His other hand was stroking her thigh as his wooden cock pressed against her naked ass. "Mmmmmm," she murmured as she pushed her ass back against his cock. "I thought that you were going to keep watch while I was sleeping..."

"Yeah," he said as he teased her nipple, "I was, but my eyes kept wandering back to this gorgeous body of yours. I thought that you might like something to cover you and keep you warm so I used my body."

"Uh-huh," Dorothy said. "How thoughtful of you." She reached behind her as gripped his cock. "But now it looks like you have a case of morning wood..." she said as she began to stroke his long cock.

He moaned as she pulled on his cock. "Morning wood , afternoon wood and night wood, girl. I've got it twenty-four seven."

"I suppose that I'd better not let it go to waste, then," Dorothy said as she lifted her leg and pointed his cockhead at her shaven pussy. "It's my favorite way to start the day..." She pulled his cock forwards and felt his cock slip into the warm, wet folds of her pussy. "Ooooooh yes..." Her hand let go, allowing more of his length to enter her until he was all the way in and she held her hips against his.  She moved her hips from side to side, letting his cock push against her pussy walls.

Scarecrow moved his hand on her thigh up to her other breast and began to play with the two melons as he pulled his cock half way out of her pussy then slowly slid it back into her. She leaned her head back against his face as she moved her hips with his, slowly parting then joining again, slowly pumping her with his wooden cock. The small room was filled with the sounds of soft moans and wet squishes.  The leisurely fuck continued for half an hour before, Scarecrow felt her pussy contract around his cock. Dorothy softly bit her lower lip as she trembled from her orgasm. The two laid in bed together, his still hard cock still in her pussy, for another five minutes before they decided to roll out of bed. As Dorothy stood and straightened out her dress, Scarecrow told her, "Any time that you want another go at it, just say the word..."

Dorothy and Toto had a quick breakfast as Scarecrow filled the canteens and soon they were ready to begin their journey again. As Dorothy stepped out of the shack and entered the gloomy forest again, she heard a noise from behind the building.

"What was that," she asked.

"I didn't hear anything," the straw man replied.

She went around the corner of the shack and headed towards the back. "It came from back here... It sounded like a person." As she reached the back, they were surprised to see a metal man standing there. The metal man was standing next to a tree and seemed to be frozen mid chop, his axe held out to his side. 

"It looks like a metal sculpture," Dorothy said as she approached the man. She reached out her hand to touch him when it made a noise.

"Hahhhn Jaaahh," came out of the man's unmoving mouth.

Dorothy jerked her hand back. "I.. I think he's alive!"

Scarecrow took a closer look at the man. "Look," he said as he looked at the face. "The eyes are moving-- looking at us."

"Hahhhn Jaaahh," the man repeated.

"I think he wants our help, Scarecrow. What do you think he wants?"

"Hmmm... I think that if I were a metal man and my joints were stuck, I would want an oil can. Maybe that's what he's saying."

"Uhhhhhh Uhhh," the Tin Man said. "Hahhhn Jaaahh."

"I think that's it," Scarecrow said. "I'm going to check the shack for his oil can." He walked back around the shack, leaving Dorothy with the metal man.

"Don't worry," Dorothy said, "He'll be back in a minute with your oil can. We'll have you moving again soon."

"Uhh Uhh," the man said again. "Nuhh Ahhhhl Cuhhhn. Hahhhn Jaaahh, Hahhhn Jaaahh."

Dorothy couldn't understand his muffled words. "You don't want your oil can? What do you need?" She put her head near his mouth to hear him better.

"Hahhhn Jaaahh."

Her eyes went wide as she realized what the Tin Man was saying. "You want a hand job? Is that what you said?"

"Yuhh. Yuhh."

"Okaaay." She got down on her knees to look at the metal crotch of the man and found there was a metal panel on hinges on the front of it. She pushed in on it and it popped open. A shiny silver nine inch long rod popped out, nearly poking Dorothy in the eye. "Oh my!" She examined the rod as she gripped it, and noticed a hole on the end of it. The hole seemed to have some sort of liquid around it. "Is this precum," she asked as she touched a finger to the hole and got some of the liquid on it. She sniffed it and then licked the finger. "Mmmmm... Sweet yet salty," she said with a smile. "That's a nice cock you have there, Metal Man. I suppose that I could help you out."

She gripped the cool metal cock with her hand and pulled on it, letting her finger slide over its smooth surface. As she did this, the rod rumbled a little. Curiously, she yanked it again, a little hared and it vibrated again. She grinned and looked up at the Tin Man. She looked up at his eyes as she began jerking his rod, using the lubricant from the tip to lube up its length. She saw his eyes staring down at her and a low moan left his frozen mouth. The faster she pulled on the metal cock, the stronger it vibrated. Her hand quickly slid up and down the cock, making it buzz as it shook. "Is this what you wanted? Hmmm?"

The tin man groaned again and started making rapid little moans, still frozen in his mid swing pose. Dorothy took the quickened moaning as a sign that he was getting close to cumming. She continued jerking him off until his cock jerked in her hands. The first shot of honey colored cum hit her cheek. She quickly placed her hands over the tip and collected the following shots, trying not to spill any. As the cock grew still and quit buzzing, Dorothy's tongue darted out and licked the remaining liquid from his cockhead.

She slowly got to her feet and held her cupped hands in front of the tin man. "Is this what you needed," she asked.

"Uh huhn."

She took a dab on her fingers and dabbed it along the hinge of his jaw. She worked it all along the edge of his jaw until it began to move slowly. It worked itself back and forth, moving more each time. Finally the tin man spoke.

"Ooooch... Thank you, Miss," he said slowly. "I've been stuck here for months and I thought that I was never going to move again. Say, do you think that you could get my neck next?"

"Of course," Dorothy said as she began dabbing at his neck with the lubricant. "How did you get stuck out here in the first place?"

"Well, I was out chopping down this tree and I was caught in a sudden downpour. My joints rusted up before I had a change to get inside and I've been stuck here ever since. I heard you two inside of my house and I've been trying to get your attention for the last several hours." He began moving his head back and forth on his neck, working the stiffness out of it. "Yes, that's much better... The arms next if you don't mind. I can't wait to set this axe down."

Dorothy began working on his hands and asked, "If you don't mind me asking, why do you have a metal body?"

"It's all tin, actually," the man started. "I've had the metal body for a while, but I used to be a flesh and blood man. My name was Nick Jacker and I was a woodsman on the edge of this forest. I was doing quite well for myself and decided that it was time to find myself a wife. I chose the wrong girl to go after. She was a beautiful girl but her mother didn't approve of me. I continued to see her daughter against her wishes and the mother went to a witch to get rid of me. The witch enchanted my own axe and it attacked me hacking me to pieces. Luckily, I was found in time that they were able to save my life by giving me a metal body. You can move onto the legs now. Make sure you get the hinges around the groin nice and loose, heh. Any ways, as I was saying, they were able to give me a new body. The bad news for me, beside being made out of tin, that is, was that the man who built my body was a bit of a joker. He thought that since my name was Jacker, it would be funny if I had to jerk off to lubricate my limbs.  Well, the girl no longer wanted to marry me and my new body and everyone in the village would snicker at me when I walked through town, so I decided to leave. I moved here to the middle of the forest where no one would bother me."

Dorothy was working on his knee as she asked, "Isn't it a lonely life, living so far away from everyone out here?"

"Oh, yes it is. But it's better than being a joke to everyone around. You're the first person I've seen out here since I moved. Not many people take the path through the dark woods, especially not beautiful young women like you. What is it that brings you past here any way?"

"Scarecrow and I are on our way to the Emerald City to see the Wizard. I'm from Kansas and Toto and I need to get back home. Scarecrow has a case of permanent blue balls and needs to ask if the Wizard could give him a cock that can cum. Who knows, maybe he could help you too." She checked his legs and stepped away. "I think that you're all oiled up now."

The tin man dropped his axe to the ground and stretched his arms and legs, giving off a creaking noise that lessened the more he moved. "That's the stuff," he said with a metallic grin. "Do you think he would help me," he asked Dorothy.

Before she could answer, Scarecrow came ambling around the shack.

"I couldn't find any oil can in there but-- Oh! I guess we don't need it anymore." He reached out his gloved hand and shook the tin man's hand. "Hi, I'm Scarecrow."

"Scarecrow, this is Jack-- um, I mean, Tin Man. His name is Tin Man. He had an oil can in his... pocket. I loosened him up and he's all better now. I was just telling him all about the Wizard."

"I was thinking about joining you two on your way to the Wizard," the Tin Man said. "These woods can be dangerous and I'd feel terrible if something happened to either of you."

"That's... great," Scarecrow said, hoping to himself that this metal man wasn't going to be interfering with his getting into Dorothy's honey pot again. "We'll be glad to have you with us."

"We'd better get going then," Dorothy said as she grabbed the two of them by the hands and led them back around the house. "I want to be out of this forest before it gets dark tonight."

"Ha! I doubt if you ever leave these woods at all, Bitch," a voice said with a cackle above them.

The three friends looked up to the roof of the shack to see where the voice had came from. They saw a woman in a black boostier and panties. She wore a long black cape and thigh high leather high heeled boots. She had long straight black hair and light green tinged skin. Her body was very trim and her breasts rivaled Dorothy's for size.

"I'm the Wicked Witch of the West. You killed my sister, Slut," the woman said as she pointed her broomstick at Dorothy, causing her large green breasts to wobble. "Prepare to die."

To be continued...



Dorothy Does Oz Ch. 07



07. The Wicked Witch of the West

Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tin Man all looked in shock at the strange beautiful green woman on the roof of the hut. They were frozen as she gripped her broomstick and slowly lowered herself to the ground. As she landed, she tossed her long black hair and her cape in back of her, exposing her emerald tinged body. Her massive bust was barely contained by her leather boostier as the jostled back and forth with each step she took toward the trio. She let go of her broom and it slowly floated behind her. She walked up to Dorothy until their chests were just inches apart, and she eyed the curvy stripper.

Dorothy was finally able to speak. "Who are you?"

The woman gave her a wide grin and then took a step back from the girl. "I'm the witch that Glinda warned you about, you little bitch. The Wicked Witch of the West. And my sister, the witch of the East, is the woman you dropped a house on. And that..." the witch said as she held out her hand and the broomstick flew to her, "means that you and I are going to have to have a talk." She swung the broom stick and slapped it into the palm of her other hand loudly.

"That was an accident," Dorothy said as she took a step away from the witch. "I wasn't controlling the room, I was just inside of it. I'm sorry that your sister was under it, but right now all I want is to go back where I came from..."

"And fucking everyone between here and your home, that's just a perk, I suppose?"

Dorothy's eye went wide in surprise. Had this bitch been spying on her all along the way?

"Yes, I saw it all, you little whore. The munchkins, the scarecrow, this metal freak, even Glinda. I've been following your little adventure in my crystal ball since you crushed my sister." The green witch neglected to mention the fact that she had fingered herself to orgasm several times during these viewings. "You're a slut, you're a murderer, and you're a thief," the witch added as she glanced down at Dorothy's ruby high heeled slippers.

"Now just a minute!" Scarecrow stepped in front of Dorothy to defend her. "You can't just--"

"Shut up, Straw Man, or I just might have to smoke your pole." The witch sneered at the straw man and snapped her fingers. As soon as she did, his pants began to smoke and then burst into flames. 

In a panic, Scarecrow began yelping and ran towards the shack.

"Tin Man," Dorothy shouted, "Help him run the water pump to put out the fire!" She watched as the metal man clanked off towards the shack and then she turned towards the witch again. "You bitch!" She swung her hand out to slap the witch when her whole body froze again.

The witch grinned again and stepped towards Dorothy again, this time so close that their large breasts pushed up against each other. Their faces were close enough that Dorothy could feel the witch's breath on her face. "Maybe I'm the bitch, maybe you're the bitch, but I'm the one with the magic powers. That means that you're going to listen to what I have to say." She glanced back towards the shack and pointed at the door. Suddenly chains appeared and criss crossed the door, locking her friends inside. "That should make sure that we aren't interrupted..."

Dorothy felt powerless as the witch pressed her body against Dorothy's, unable to move a finger. The witch's hand wrapped around the strippers body and cupped her tight ass through her skirt.

"You know, you and Glinda looked very hot together," she said, her green lips inches away from from Dorothy's red lips. "I used to be close with her. We were roommates in college. Very close roommates..." As she said this she began grinding her crotch against Dorothy's. "I think that maybe if you give me my sister's shoes back and do for me what you did for Glinda, I might be able to let you off the hook for landing your house on my sister." The witch poked her tongue out and slowly ran it up the side of Dorothy's face. "Do we have a deal?"

Dorothy looked into the witch's dark brown eyes and felt that she could suddenly move again. She put her hands on the witch's shoulders and shoved the green woman away. "You must be some sort of psycho if you think that I would fuck you after you set my friend on fire!" She wiped the witch's saliva off of her cheek with her hand when she heard a loud crack from the shack. Both of the women looked to see the Tin Man's axe head poking through the shack's wall.

"Dammit!" The witch turned back towards the brunette and scowled at her. "I may not be able to harm you while you have Glinda's mark of protection, but I am going to make sure that you never make it home." The hacking of the axe grew louder in the background. The witch threw her leg over her broomstick and nestled it between her thighs. "I'll be seeing you soon, my pretty little slut!" She let out a loud laugh as she pushed off of the ground and soared off, disappearing into the darkness of the forest. 

A moment later, Tin Man broke through the wall of the shack and came out waving his axe. "Where is she! I'll give a taste of my axe!" Seeing that the green woman was gone, he ran over to Dorothy. "Are you all right? Did she hurt you?"

"I'm fine," she said as she straightened out her dress. "She wasn't trying to hurt me... How's Scarecrow?"

He took Dorothy's hand and led her back to the shack. "He's pretty much okay... His pants are toasted, but I have an old pair he can use. We might have to stuff some leaves in him to replace the burnt straw..."

Dorothy entered the shack through the hole in the wall to find Scarecrow leaned up against the wall by the water pump. His upper half was all right, but from his waist to his knees, his pants were charred black. She dropped to her knees by him and hugged him. "I'm so sorry, Scarecrow..."

"It's okay," the straw man said as he hugged her back, enjoying her breasts pressed against him. "A new pair of pants and some stuffing and I'll be good as new."

"Even your... you know?"

Scarecrow let go of Dorothy and let her look down towards his destroyed pants. The charred fabric crumbled as the eight inch wooden dildo pushed out through the surface. The smooth surface was a little darker but looked unharmed. "It looks all right to me, but why don't you take a closer look."

Dorothy smiled and patted the head of his wooden cock. "Why don't we get your next pair of legs ready first." She saw his head drop forwards and could tell he was let down even though a smile was painted on his face. She leaned towards his ear and whispered, "I mean, you can't fuck me doggy style with out legs, right?"

Scarecrow instantly perked up. "Tin Man, where are those pants?"

Scarecrow stayed in the shack while Dorothy and Tin Man collected leaves to fill the new pair of pants. Once they had them sufficiently stuffed, they brought them back to him and attached them to him. They tucked the pant legs back into his boots and Dorothy slipped his wood cock into his new pants. Then they helped him to his feet.

Scarecrow shifted his legs around, feeling everything settle. "Not bad," he said. "Not quite as good as straw, but good enough..." He walked over behind Dorothy pressed his new crotch up against her butt. The length of his cock lined up with the crack of her ass. "Now how about that doggy style you were talking about..."

Dorothy pushed her ass back against him and whispered, "Since you were so brave, I suppose that I should reward you..." She stepped away from Scarecrow and walked over to the bed. Bending over, she rested her arm on the bed and flipped up her skirt, revealing her ass and pussy to the straw man. She looked back at him and gave him a sexy smile. "C'mon, Scarecrow... Fuck my pretty pink pussy."

Scarecrow didn't need another invitation and quickly moved up behind her and lined up his wooden cock with her wet pussy. He pushed forward and it slid in smoothly, causing Dorothy to let out a small gasp. "Uhh... so good," she sighed. His gloved hands gripped Dorothy's hips as he thrust forward again, pushing his whole length into her hole. As he continued to move in and out of her, he felt the sexy brunette's long legs tremble. She reached back between her legs and her fingers slid along the cock as it pumped into her. "Give me that cock," she moaned. "Faster..." Dorothy closed her eyes as she let out a loud man and when she opened them, she saw the Tin Man's shiny metal cock in front of her face. "Oh, I suppose that you deserve a reward too," she said with a hungry grin. She licked her lips and then licked the tip of the cock, tasting the honey like liquid at it's head. She took the cock into her mouth and started sucking it, causing it to rumble in her mouth.

Each of Scarecrow's thrusts pushed her forwards, pushing Tin Man's cock deeper into her mouth. All three of the friends were moaning by now, Dorothy's moans were muffled by the nine inch cock in her mouth. She tried to speak but all that came out was "Guh-guh-guh-guh-guh" as her mouth was filled with cock. The bed creaking underneath of Dorothy as she was moved back and forth between the two cocks and the wet noise of both her holes being pumped filled the shack. Dorothy squeezed her breasts under her dress and pulled on her large erect nipples. She was starting to gag on Tin Man's unbending cock when he let out a low rumble from his throat and suddenly she felt a hot thick liquid splash against the back of her throat. "Oh Ozma," he groaned as his rod erupted in her mouth several more times until he pulled his cock out and the mess spilled out of her mouth and down her face. She coughed a little between her moans as Scarecrow continued to pound at her pussy from behind. She wiped some of the "cum" off of her face with her hand and then licked her hand. "God, Tin Man..." she said as Scarecrow picked up his pace, "you come like a shotgun!"

Hearing this, Scarecrow became jealous and began pounding Dorothy even harder. If he couldn't cum hard himself, he was going to make her cum hard. Dorothy squealed as her pussy was repeated stretched by the wooden cock. "Ooooh, Fuck!" Her boobs jumped wildly inside of her dress as she bounced on his cock and she gripped the sheets on the bed tightly. Scarecrow leaned forwards and grabbed her tits as he pushed deep into her. Dorothy's body shook wildly as she came and she collapsed onto the bed, with Scarecrow on top of her. He kept pounding her on the bed even as her orgasm began to run down. Finally, she dropped her head to the bed and began breathing deeply. She felt the wooden cock pull out of her, and she slowly rolled over and looked at her two friends. "I hope that was enough of a reward for you two, because I don't think that I could go another round right now."

Scarecrow and Tin Man helped her to her feet and she went to the water pump to wash herself off. She slipped out of the dress and both of the men enjoyed watching her slowly rinse the sweat and cum off of her beautiful body. When she was all cleaned off, she redressed and picked up Toto and her basket.

"I suppose that we'd better get going, guys. At this rate, we're never going to get to the Emerald City." She turned to the Tin Man. "How far is it before we're out of this forest?"

"My house is right about in the middle of the forest," the metal man said, "so however far you've already come, that's how far we have to go."

"That's what I was afraid of," she said. Dorothy walked up to the two men and linked arms with them. "Well, at least I've got two strong men to protect me now," she said as he winked at them. "Nothing's going to stop us now..." 



Dorothy Does Oz Ch. 08



08. The Lion and the Pussy

The three friends continued to make their way through the dark and gloomy forest for the rest of the day, never seeing the light of the sun through the thick forest canopy. Scarecrow and Tin Man were not human, so they didn't feel the need to rest. Dorothy, however, did tire eventually and the other two travelers stood guard while she and Toto slept by the side of the road. She was sleeping heavily soon after she laid down and she didn't wake for six hours.

When she awoke, they started out again on the yellow brick road. "You know, I think that we might be almost out of this old forest," Scarecrow said. "Another ten hours and we should be able to see the sun again..."

"Thank God," Dorothy said. "I don't think I can take this constant darkness for much longer..."

"Well," Tin Man spoke up, "At least we haven't seen any wild animals on the road."

"Wild animals?"

"Oh, sure," Tin Man said. "There are all kinds of animals roaming a huge forest like this. Most of them aren't any danger to us, but you would want to run into any of the big predators."

"Like what kind of predators," Scarecrow asked.

"Oh, any of them. Lions, Tigers, Bears..."

Dorothy gasped. "Lions?"

Scarecrow glanced around into the dark trees. "Tigers?" 

"Yes," Tin Man said. "And Bears. I've never worried about them, because they wouldn't want to chew on my metal body, and I'm sure that Scarecrow is pretty safe, too. Dorothy and Toto might be in danger though, if the beasts were hungry."

Dorothy's body shivered as she thought that eyes might be watching them even as they spoke.

Seeing Dorothy's discomfort, Tin Man wrapped his arm around her. "Don't worry. If any of them tried anything, I'd hack them in half with my axe in no time at all."

There was a crack from the trees and Scarecrow tried to see what made the noise. "Did you hear that?"

"It's nothing I'm sure." TIn Man chuckled. "I probably shouldn't have even brought it up. We're not going to see anything on road any ways..."

Just as he finished this sentence, a loud roar echoed through the forest. All three of the friends moved closer together as they tried to decide where the roar came from. They couldn't see anything in the dark woods until a large tawny colored blur shot out of the forest. Tin Man was thrown to the ground and his axe landed in the woods. Scarecrow was hit by a huge paw that knocked his top half clear off of his pants. When the two men looked at the road to see what attacked them, all that they saw was Dorothy's picnic basket lying next to a furiously barking Toto. The beautiful stripper and her attacker had disappeared in to the forest.

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Dorothy watched the forest fly by in a blur as she struggled against the large furry arm holding her tight. She hit the solid body with her fists and kicked with her heels but it didn't make any difference. He continued to run past the trees until he was sure that he had gotten far enough away from her friends.

Dorothy was carried into a cave and tossed down on a soft pile of leaves. She turned over and was finally able to get a clear view of her abductor. His back was turned to her as he looked out the cave entrance to make sure they weren't followed. Dorothy saw his huge body was covered in short sandy colored fur and his skin was stretched tightly over his massively muscular body. His head was hidden from her by a huge mane and at the bottom of his back was a long swishing tail with a tuft of dark hair at the end. While he stood on his hind feet, his hind legs were like that of a great cat, with huge paws for feet.

"Excuse me," Dorothy said, "but why did you grab me from my friends?"

The lion let out a loud rolling growl and spun around to see the girl. Dorothy was shocked to see that he had the head of a lion. His arms and hands were like a man's but furry with only three fingers and a thumb on each hand. His finger each had a claw on the end of them. Dorothy gasped again when she looked down his muscular chest to his waist and saw a thirteen inch long rock hard cock, with a pair of orange sized balls hang beneath it, pointed at her. The lion took a step towards her and she saw that the cock was lined up with the space between her legs, right at her tight snatch.

"OH MY!"

"Oh my is right, little girl," the Lion said in a low growl. "I'm the biggest cat in this forest and you're going to be my little pussy." He laughed as he leaned over toward her and she could feel his hot breath blowing against her bare thighs. She trembled a little as his wet nose grazed her skin as it moved between her legs. She felt his whiskers brush against the lips of her pussy which was now beginning to get wet from the lion's attentions. She saw him stick out his wide cat tongue and thought that when Tin Man said the animals might want to eat her, he probably had something else in mind. She used both of her hands to push him away by the nose. "Wait!"

The lion shook her hands away and glared at her. He was breathing heavily, almost panting. "What?!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't even know who you are," Dorothy said sternly. "You knock down my friends, kidnap me, and then expect to fuck me with no problems? Who do you think you are?"

"Who am I?" The lion stood straight up and puffed out his chest even more. "I'm a lion! King of the Forest!"

Dorothy couldn't help but notice the huge cock was now pointing at her full red lips as he stood. "Well, King or not, you don't have to kidnap a girl! Why didn't you just come onto the path and introduce yourself?"

The Lion paused a moment. "The King doesn't have to ask permission. I take what I want." He lowered his large head a little. "Besides..." He mumbled something Dorothy couldn't make out.

"What was that," she asked.

"Grrrrrr... I said that I'm kind of shy. I can't just ask a girl if she wants to fuck me."

Dorothy smiled. "Don't tell me that a big muscular brute like you is afraid to ask a girl out!"

"Well, yeah."

Dorothy moved forwards so she was sitting on her legs. "A big guy like you with such a big... presence... is afraid of little girl like me?"

The lion seemed confused. "What? You mean that if I asked you, you would have fucked me?"

"There's only one way to find out," Dorothy said. As she spoke she undid the pin holding the top of her dress closed and let her melon like breasts free to the cool cave air.

The lion's mouth fell a little bit open as he ogled her smooth creamy skin. "So, will you fuck me?"

"Oh definitely," she said as she let her dress fall off of her shoulders. She reached forwards and gripped the wide girth of the lion's member. "Damn... this thing is like a baseball bat," she said as she examined it. She tried pulling it down but the pink rod held firm. She raised herself up to it instead and looked at the pearly white cum that had formed at the tip of the monster cock. The musky scent of the lion filled her nose and now her pussy was practically dripping. She looked the Lion in the eyes and flicked her tongue out, licking the dollop of cum off the head. "Mmmmm..." She savored the flavor for a moment and then placed her lips over the head and started to blow the lion. There was no way that she would ever be able to take the entire cock down her throat, so she gripped the rest of the cock with both of her hands. She began jerking the cock as she moaned around it.

"Garowlllll," the Lion rumbled, "Ozma! you're good at sucking cock."

Dorothy smiled as she continued to slobber all over the cock. She had never handled a cock anywhere near this size and she was enjoying the challenge of sucking it. Not only its size, but the texture was different. After spending so much time with a straw man and a tin man, it felt good to have a flesh and blood cock in her hands again, even if it did belong to a lion. She squeezed the cock with her little fingers and felt that it was becoming slick with her spit. When she thought it was wet enough, she reached around the lion and gripped his buttox and pulled him forward against her. She positioned the huge cock between her own huge breasts and wrapped her boobs around the rod. She started pumping the warm cock with her melons, feeling his large furry balls drag along her stomach. She continued to lick the head of the cock as it neared her face with each thrust.

The lion was in ecstasy from Dorothy's titfuck and was moaning loudly. "Mmmmmm, I'm gonna cum all over those big juicy tits of yours..." He placed a furry hand on either side of her head and pushed her nearer to his cock on each thrust. His tail was waving wildly until her curled it down between his legs. The bushy tail moved in-between Dorothy legs and poked up towards her pussy.

The bushy hairs tickled Dorothy's swollen pussy lips and she giggled as she sucked on his cockhead. She felt the lion's cock twitch when she giggled, so she decided keep up the vibration. She hummed around the cockhead as his tail slid along her pussy, and soon she felt the tingle of an orgasm build in her pussy. As it hit her, she let the cockhead pop from her mouth and she gripped onto the cock for stability. "Uhhhhhhhh," she moaned, "I'm cummmmmmming!"

As her body trembled, the Lion's cock jerked in her hands. "Raaaaaawwwwr! Me toooo!" Thick white ropes of cum exploded from the tip of his cock and splashed against Dorothy's sexy face. Her mouth was wide open and it quickly pooled in her mouth. She swallowed the load and opened her mouth again to catch more. Shot after shot blasted her, coating her face, neck and chest with a slimy white film. The cum dribbled down her body as she hugged the cock and smiled wide.

"That was fantastic," Dorothy said while string of cum still trailed between her lips. She licked the cum up from around her mouth. "Fan-fucking-tastic..."

"Step away from Dorothy, you brute!"

Dorothy looked towards the door to see a repaired Scarecrow, Toto and Tin Man, his axe ready for action. "It's okay, you guys," Dorothy said before there was any violence, "the Lion here is a good guy. He was just too shy to introduce himself..."

Scarecrow looked at the grinning, cum covered brunette holding the huge cock. "Yeah, it looks like he was really shy with you," he said sarcastically.

She let the now deflating cock fall from her hand. "Say, Lion, Do you have anywhere I could clean up around here?"

The lion showed her a small spring towards the back of the cave and while she cleaned herself, he walk back to Scarecrow and Tin Man to apologize for his earlier actions. The straw man explained to the lion what they were doing in the middle of the forest and where they were headed. By the time he was done telling it all to the lion, Dorothy returned to them, back in her dress.

"Your friends tell me that you're going to see the wizard in the Emerald City, Dorothy," the Lion said.

"Yes, we are. I'm hoping that he'll be able to send me back home."

"Do you think," the lion asked, "that the Wizard might be able to give me some courage?"

"I suppose he might," Dorothy said, "but I think that may have found some of that just earlier, Lion."

The lion gave her a very wide grin. "Oh, I certainly did, but just a little courage. I think that I'm going to need a lot more of that courage though." As he said this, his eyes roamed the curves of Dorothy's body.

"Well, you're welcome to join us. The more the merrier," Dorothy said with a giggle.

"But if you're coming with us," Scarecrow added, "you're going to have to cover that thing up." He nodded towards Lion's dangling cock. "Otherwise, you're liable to scare anyone we run into."

The lion found some animal hides and used them to make a crude loincloth. "Dorothy, you won't need to worry about the animals of the forest now. None of them will dare to attack you with me at your side." He led the group back to the yellow brick road and soon the foursome were back on their way towards the Emerald City. 



Dorothy Does Oz Ch. 09



Chapter 09. The Poppy Fields

"I think I can see the end of the forest!"

"Are you sure, Scarecrow," Dorothy asked. She wanted him to be right this time. She had been in the dark for days and she wanted to get past these woods. "That's the third time you've said you could see the end and we haven't gotten there yet..."

The straw man looked down the path again. "No, I'm sure this time. I can see it!"

"I think I can, too," the Lion said. "We're almost out of the forest."

Dorothy picked up her pace a little. She wanted out of the forest as soon as possible. "I'll feel a lot better when we're in the sunlight," Dorothy said. "When we're in the dark like this, I just can't shake the feeling that awful witch is watching us again." She glanced around and gave a little shiver.

"Don't worry, Dorothy," Tin Man said as he tried to comfort her. "She won't mess with you while you're traveling with an axe man and a giant Lion."

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Scarecrow, but you weren't a lot of help last time."

Dorothy hugged the straw man's arm. "But he was very brave for a scarecrow standing up against a fireball spewing witch."

Scarecrow enjoyed the feeling of the brunette's huge breasts pressed up against his arm. "Besides, Dorothy said that the Witch couldn't hurt her. She has Glinda's mark, so no creature can hurt Dorothy."

Dorothy remembered the green skinned witch grinding up against her and shivered again. "I'm not really worried about her trying to hurt me. She's after these ruby heels that, er, Glinda gave me. Any ways, Glinda's mark won't keep her from spying on us."

"Trust me, Dorothy," Lion growled, "If she was around here, spying on us, I'd know it. I can sniff out a deer at half a mile, and skank smells stronger than deer does..."

"See, Dorothy! Nobody's spying on us," Scarecrow said.

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In the tallest tower of her fortress, the Wicked Witch was laying naked on her wide bed. "Nobody's spying on us," she said in a mocking tone to her crystal ball. "If only you knew, straw-for-brains." She rolled over onto her back and rested the ball between her mountainous green breasts. Each breast was larger than the glass orb and she pushed them up with her arms until the orb was held between them.

She knew that soon they would be out of the forest and then they would only be a stone's throw from the Emerald City and the Wizard. She wasn't afraid of the slut and her band of boy toys, but, still, it would be better if they never reached the city. She watched them travel down the yellow road and suddenly an idea hit her.

"That's it!" She set the crystal ball down on her black silky sheets and got off of the bed. She went to the bedroom door naked, jiggling as she went. She leaned out the door and yelled. "Spankus! Bring me my spell book!"

The monkey at the end of the hall jumped at the sound of his mistress's voice. "Yes, beautiful Mistress! Right away!" He stood up and stretched his large, feathery wings. Quickly, he loped to the library and grabbed a large leather bound tome from the shelves. When he returned to the witch's bedroom, she was standing by her cauldron. He stopped in his tracks when he saw that she was still completely nude. His eyes ran over her emerald tinted skin, long sexy legs and her melonous breasts. He immediately wished that the witch allowed her flying monkeys to wear pants as he sprouted a bright red erection. He tried to move it behind the large book but the witch had already seen it.

"Spankus! Stop your ogling and give me my damn book!" She yanked the book away from him. "Now get out of here, you filthy beast!"

He turned tail quickly and dashed out of the room, his cock wagging between hs legs.

The witch set the book on it's stand and laughed to herself. She enjoyed torturing her monkey guards like that, getting them all excited and then sending them away unsatisfied. She would never touch them, but it was entertaining to see them so frustrated and powerless. She turned her attention back to the book and opened it to the spell she wanted.

"If she wants to fuck all of her freakish friends, let's see what happens when that's all she can do..." Her thin green finger traced the ingredients of the spell. "Let's see... I'll need frog juice, and poppy seeds..."

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Back on the Yellow Brick Road, the foursome was just stepping out of the dark forest into the bright midday sunlight.

"Oh, finally," Dorothy said as she spread her arms wide, soaking up the heat of the light. She looked at her skin. "I'm so pale looking..."

"I think you look great," Tin Man said. The sun gleamed off of his metal hide.

Lion squinted his eyes and glanced around. "So bright..." he mumbled. "I never imagined it was so bright."

"Haven't you ever been out of the forest," Dorothy asked him.

"Never before. I've been near the edge but never out in the light. It feels good... warm."

Dorothy set Toto down to run around in the sunshine and she ran her hands over Lion's pelt. "Well, now you know what you've been missing out on."

As she stroked his fur, the large beast frowned a little.

Dorothy stopped when she noticed. "What's wrong, Lion?"

"Nothing," he said. "It's just, when you pet me like that... well, you know..." He turned and Dorothy saw his loincloth was now held up by his tent pole of a cock. She reached down towards it but before she touched it, Scarecrow touched her shoulder.

"I think that we'd better leave that for later," he told her, "If we want to get to the Emerald city before nightfall."

Dorothy didn't want to be out in the open again when the sun set. "I suppose that you're right. Sorry, Lion," She said as she patted the huge cock. "We'll have to take of that later."

Disappointed, Lion followed behind the other three as they made their way up the hillside. Usually, on long walks, Lion would travel on all fours, but when he was erect he had to walk upright or his cock would hit the ground. He noticed the other three had stopped at the top of the hill and he did too when he reached them. 

The Emerald City was in view, it's tall spires piercing the sky. The main part of the city was huge with tall gates and there were smaller villages set up outside the main gates. It was probably less than five hours away and then they would be able to sleep on real beds.

"What're the red things," Lion asked. Between them and the city, there was a huge field of red flowers spreading all around and covering the bricks of the road.

"I think they're poppies," Dorothy said as she started down the hill. "They're beautiful..."

The three others followed her to the edge of the flowers and then they pushed ahead. The city was still visible ahead of them so they couldn't get lost. The ground was rough beneath the flowers, but because they were eager to reach the city, they kept a good pace.

Dorothy was leading but she stopped when she heard Scarecrow yell out.

"Hey, Dorothy! Can you tell your dog to leave me alone?"

She looked behind her to see that Toto was furiously humping the man's straw pant leg. "Toto! No! Bad puppy!" The dog wouldn't stop, so she bent over, grabbed him and pulled him away. The dog continued humping the air while she held him. "What is wrong with you, Toto?" She suddenly felt a wave of dizziness pass over her. "Oh my..." She dropped the dog and sat back on the ground. "Oh... oh my my my..."

"What's wrong, Dorothy," Tin Man asked. He knelt down next to her and was going to put his hand on her shoulder but she grabbed his metal hand and pushed it against her soft breast.

She bit her lower lip and then pulled up her skirt, exposing her trimmed pussy to the bright sun. Her fingers slid down her body and slipped between her pussy lips. "Nothing wrong..." she whispered, "Just really horny all of the sudden..."

Tin Man didn't know what to say when he was suddenly pushed aside by the huge paw of the Lion. "Move aside, Tin Can. The lady needs a cock in her." He picked Dorothy up as he laid back on a patch of poppies. He had already torn off his loincloth and his beastly cock stuck tall into the air. He gripped the stripper by her hips and then lowered her towards his huge shaft.

"Oh yessssss," she moaned as she pushed her pussy lips wide, giving him access. "Stuff my pussy, Lion..."

He dropped her down on his cock and spread her pussy wide. "Oh God! That's what I need!" She gripped the base of his cock as she pushed more into her pussy. "Ugh, it's fucking huge!"

Lion pulled her dress off over her head and took one of her round bouncing breasts into his wide mouth, careful not to bite it. His rough tongue dragged across her nipple and Dorothy moaned loudly. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

"Oh myyyyyyyyyy..." She wiggled her ass and slid more of the thick cock into her. Her fingers were now grabbing at Lion's hide, taking a handful of fur in each hand. She moved up and down the cock, taking more on each stroke and shaking each time it plowed back into her. "I love your cock, Lion!"

Tin Man and Scarecrow glanced at each other.

"What's got into them," the metal man asked. "They were fine a few minutes ago."

"I don't know," Scarecrow said. Suddenly he felt Toto mounting his leg again. He swung his leg a flipped the little dog away. "Looks like he's got it too." The dog came running back towards him and suddenly the straw man realized what was causing all of it. "The flowers! It's the flowers that are causing it!"

"What do you mean? How are the flowers causing this?"

Scarecrow shook his head. "I don't know, it must be the pollen or something. All I know is that those three breath air, we don't and they're suddenly overcome with lust. I think--" He stopped suddenly as Dorothy grabbed his shirt collar.

"I want you two to stop talking-- OH FUCK," she yelled as the Lion plunged into her again. "Stop standing there talking and help Lion fuck me!"

Scarecrow didn't hesitate even a moment. "All right, then!" He stared to move behind Dorothy when the Tin Man pulled him back.

"Not so fast," Tin Man told him. "You get the mouth this time. It's my turn back there." The metal man unlatched his crotch door and his metal cock sprang out. He started jerking it and it coated itself in lubricant. He moved behind Dorothy and saw the Lion's cock was stretching her little pussy in a wide 'O'. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her virgin butt hole. Smiling, he stepped over Lion's legs and laid his shiny rod along Dorothy's ass crack. He slid it up and down the crack a couple of times and then pushed it into her tight rear end. "Oh, man! Her ass is so tight!"

"OH GOD!" Dorothy screamed as Tin Man's cock pushed into her ass. She had never taken a cock the size of the Lion's into her pussy, and she had also never been double penetrated. "OMYGOD! I'M SO FULL! STUFF ME WITH YOUR FAT COCKS!!" She felt the two cocks matching their rhythms and the two cocks entered and pulled out at the same time. "OH IT'S SOOO GOOD! FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY--"

Her last words were cut off as Scarecrow pushed his wooden cock into her mouth and began fucking it. He matched his strokes to the other two cocks so Dorothy was filled full of cock in all three holes at one moment, and then emptied, only to be stuffed full again.

Dorothy's eyes bulged out as she was roughly fucked by the three cocks. "Mmmph! Mmmmmmphh Mmmmmmph!" she moaned around the cock in her mouth as she was fucked by it. She had never taken on so many cocks at once she felt like she was on fire. Her ass and pussy were being stretched to their limits by the cocks.

The Lion continued to kiss and lick her large bouncing breasts as he fucked her pussy, tasting the sweat that ran down her juicy tits. He growled loudly around the breast, sending tremors through Dorothy's body.

Toto went back to attacking Scarecrow's leg, but he was enjoying Dorothy's mouth so much, he didn't even notice the dog.

Tin Man felt his orgasm coming soon and he added speed to his strokes, his metal rod became a blur in the sexy brunette's ass. He gripped her hips and tried to hold her steady as he fucked her, but the other cocks kept bouncing her around. Finally he came and pushed his cock deep into her ass. "AW FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" His cum exploded from his cock filling her ass with warm gooey cum.

Dorothy screamed again as Tin Man flooded her ass, and pulled her head away from Scarecrow's wooden cock. "OH DAMMIT! IT'S SO HOT! I'M SOO HOT!" Lion kept pumping her pussy and she couldn't take it any more. She grabbed his mane and pulled his head tight to her huge breasts as she came. "I'M FUCKING CUMMING," she screamed , so loud that any one for a mile around would have heard it. "I'M CUMMING ON YOUR BIG FAT COCK, YOU BEAST!" Her pussy juices gushed all over the Lion's fur as she came and her body began to shake with orgasmic convulsions.

Lion kept pumping away and getting closer to his own orgasm. His cock kept fucking her pussy, hitting spots deep inside of her that no other cock had touched. He grabbed her hips and pulled her all the way down his cock and then came, roaring into her cleavage as he erupted. He shot his load into her already stuffed pussy and with nowhere else to go, the cum gushed out around his cock, onto his crotch and her legs. His orgasm was so intense that moments after filling her with his seed, he rolled his head back and fell into a deep sleep.

Dorothy collapsed onto his chest in a post orgasmic daze. "Sooo fucking full," she mumbled into Lion's chest fur. She closed her eyes and fell asleep with a wide grin on her face.

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In her castle tower, the Wicked Witch watched the entire scene on her crystal ball as she pumped the thick handle of her broomstick into her pussy. "That was so fucking hot," she moaned as the broomstick pushed deep into her wet pussy. "I can't wait for round two..." She began pumping it faster as she neared her climax.

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Tin Man and Scarecrow looked at the two sleeping lovers.

"We need to get them away from these flowers before they wake back up," Tin Man said. "Otherwise, we're never going to be able to get them to leave." He moved over to Dorothy and grabbed her shoulders. He pulled her forwards and heard Lion's thick flaccid cock fall out of her pussy with a loud slurping sound. "Grab her legs, Scarecrow."

The straw man grabbed her by her calves and the two of them began to carry her over the flowers. As Scarecrow looked down at Dorothy's stretched cum dripping pussy, he asked, "What about her dress?"

"Leave it. We need to get her out of this field now."

They carried her past the edge of the flowers and kept moving until they were a safe distance from the field. They rested her beneath the shade of a tall tree and Tin Man saw that Toto had followed them. The dog seemed to have lost interest in humping legs, so he figured that getting away from the flowers had solved the problem.

"Scarecrow, you stay here and watch Dorothy. I'm going to go back and get her dress and my axe. Hopefully, I'll be able to get Lion to wake up as well."

Scarecrow stayed and the Tin Man went back into the flowers. He found Lion and gathered up their belongings, including the picnic basket and the Lion's loincloth. He nudged he Lion with his foot and the Lion stirred but still slept. He pushed him again and the Lion opened his eyes.

As soon as Lion was on his feet, his cock went hard again. "Where's Dorothy," he roared. "Where's that tight little pussy of hers?"

"Over there," Tim Man said as he motioned past the field, where the tall tree was.

With out a word the Lion went galloping across the flowers and Tin Man slowly walked after him with the belongings.

As soon as Lion breached the edge of the flowers, his gait slowed and he finally slowed to a walk. He shook his head as though he were rising out of a dream and then glanced back at the flowers. He waited for Tin Man to catch up with him and the metallic man explained what had happened.

When they reached Dorothy and Scarecrow, she was already awake and dressing herself. She had cleaned off most of the sweat and cum with the wide leaves of the tree.

"Are you all right," Lion asked as she buttoned up her dress.

"Ooooh, I'm fine," she said to him as she stretched her legs. "But I don't know if my pussy is ever going to recover from that reaming..."

"I hope so," Tin Man said. "I haven't had a chance to get your pussy yet..."

Dorothy smiled. "Well, I'm going to need a few days to recover at least." She glanced at the horizon and the shadow of the immense Emerald City. "Right now, let's just get to the city and get somewhere to get some sleep."

Her three friends agreed and they started down the yellow brick road again, each step making the city loom larger in front of them.

to be continued... 



Dorothy Submits



After Dorothy had graduated she decided, by way of thanks, to visit her old maths teacher. Whilst she was studying at university he had retired and might actually not have heard her good news. Despite his being strict, intolerant and domineering, once he had spotter her talent he had nurtured it and guided her. It had been he who had set the sparks that had kindled her enthusiasm and then fanned the flames into a roaring passion. Now she had been awarded a first, offered the opportunity to pursue advanced studies in all the right places: stay on, Oxford, MIT, Princeton, Harvard, she could take her pick from the cream of the elite. And if she wanted mere money, well she was being courted by several computer companies to design, develop and extend their capabilities for encrypting data.

At that moment Dorothy was stood on his doorstep in front of his brown front door, its paint beginning to peel in places. The neglect was more than simple genteel decay, the house had a slight air of menace; like Mr. Smith himself, it intimidated. Despite, or possibly because of her slight misgivings Dorothy stiffened her resolve and rang the bell, half wondering whether, and half hoping that, it would not work. It did, and loudly as well.

Nothing happened. Dorothy waited but still nothing happened. She was actually turning to go when she first heard a rather stiff bolt being rocked up and down to work it back. She turned and remounted the step as a second, equally recalcitrant, bolt was withdrawn and was standing bright, smiling and composed by the time the third bolt had been tugged aside. The door even creaked on its hinges as it was opening. Dorothy shivered, partly because it was just a little spooky and partly because she was recalling how Mr. Smith used to creep inside of her head during her night time fantasies.

He was lean as ever, skinny as a rake and ponderously tall. So tall he maintained a permanent slight stoop as if attempting to condescend to level of ordinary humans. "Yes!" he demanded, peering down at her over the tops of his half eyes, "Miss Reed, if I recall correctly. Some talent, wasn't there? Whatever do you want?"

I came to say thank you, Mr. Smith. Sir." She added, the last word reflexly and despite her trying her very best not to.

"To say thank you Miss Reed? Well I can't say that never happened before because it has. But it has been a very rare event. I accept your gratitude young lady but what precisely is it that you are thanking me for?"

"I achieved a first, in pure maths, Sir," she smiled winsomely.

"You went up to Cambridge, didn't you? A year early too. Yes? Well Miss Reed I suppose congratulations are in order?" He posed this as a question: as if there were considerable doubt over whether or not it really was worth congratulating someone over a first in pure mathematics from Cambridge University. Then Mr. Smith did something very rare, he actually smiled, "Welcome, Miss Reed, to the club."

"Sir?"

"Yes Miss Reed I too took a first at Cambridge in pure maths. I too was destined for great things. I undertook post graduate studies that would change the world. But in the end I was sent down for bedding my bedder and was sentenced to teaching ignorant, rude, ungrateful children the rudiments of my craft for the remained of my existence: miserable. Well come in I suppose. I can't manage champagne, not at this sort of notice at any rate, but I can make a nice cup of tea: China, Ceylon or Darjeeling?

It took Dorothy a moment to realise he was asking her to decide what type of tea she preferred. "Uh Ceylon," she ventured at random, "Ceylon, Sir; I mean." She cursed herself inwardly for this addendum but Mr. Smith would never be anything but 'Sir' to her.

Mr. Smith smiled, "you don't have to call me Sir anymore you know? You're not my pupil any longer and, at least on paper, every bit as accomplished as myself."

"No Sir. Sorry Sir. Damn it, it's reflex Sir," and Dorothy burst out laughing. "I'll try not to, Sir," and poor Dorothy dissolved in a paroxysm of giggles at this final faux pas. Calling Mr. Smith Sir was a habit that would be very difficult, if not impossibly, to break herself of.

It was Mr. Smith's turn to laugh, "well if you can't help it girl, you can't help it. There's seed cake too, " he confided. "I have to make it and bake it myself these days. Can't buy the stuff anymore."

Dorothy, who was short and bespectacled, was also very plump and in accordance with her stature accepted the latter offer with alacrity: Dorothy was very fond of cake and simply adored chocolate, though if she over indulged she soon became spotty.

Mr. Smith showed her into a now rather shabby but formerly grand room that was half parlour, half study: in front of the magnificent Victorian fireplace was a leather suite set around a coffee table, the walls were lined with bookcases and below the window was set a vast very cluttered yet still ordered desk. The desk was the only thing in the house that Dorothy had spotted which was cluttered.

"Sit, or peruse my little library, please yourself. I'll go and brew some tea for us both and cut some cake." Whilst Mr. Smith was gone Dorothy elected to examine his collection of books. One wall was all 'Sets, Logic and Axiomatic Theories' or 'Vectors, Matrices and Linear Equations.' old, extraordinarily well thumbed, text books. Another was full of paper backs, Fleming, Le Carre, Deighton, ancient spy novels, all tales of daring do, even Rider Haggard and Kipling but nothing new. She had just reached his surprisingly extensive collection of poetry when he returned bearing a tray.

"Come and sit yourself down Miss Reed. Ceylon tea, seed cake and biscuits too, but no chocolate ones I'm afraid, I've already eaten all of those. Ought to have been chocolate for a celebration, but there you go, I'm very partial to chocolate biscuits."

Dorothy sank in to the worn leather chair indicated. "Sorry it took so long but to get the flavour of these delicate teas you need to brew them properly; anything less than five minutes and you might as well drink dish water." Dorothy noticed he strained the tea into the cups, so tea leaves not bags, she ought to have guessed.

He sat and then raised his cup in mock salute, "congratulations Miss Reed, well done indeed," and, for the first time Dorothy had ever known, Mr. Smith actually sounded totally sincere in his praise.

"Well Sir," Dorothy giggled as she realised what she'd just let slip, yet again. "It's all due to you. You realised that I had talent, understood what I was capable of. You pointed me in the right directions, loaned me the right books, marked homework that was set for no one else but me and showed me the tricks and short cuts. That mapping transform, the one you call your epsilon method, the lecturers at University hadn't come across that one before!"

"Oh that," and Mr. Smith actually chortled. "No they wouldn't have, figured it out for myself, that one. That was my thesis when I was sent down. Sad that. But then even old fuddy-duddies like me were young once upon a time you know." Dorothy realised he was not talking to her but to himself, his mind far far away.

"Yes Sir. I'm really grateful. I only wish there were something I could do in return, though I've no idea what."

"I don't expect there is. But that's a very generous offer and one a careful young lady would put strings on when she makes it to an old codger like myself."

Dorothy laughed but she did wonder if he really was simply joking, or was he... Well, was he alluding to something further. Hinting maybe? Despite his stoop, he was actually quite a handsome old devil, lean, carefully brushed silver grey hair, dressed impeccably in a grey slightly worn suit with shoes you could see your face in. Once upon a time she only had to think about him and her tummy felt bubbly and her slot became all juicy and if she fingered herself then she came so quickly. That old feeling in her loins returned suddenly, although Dorothy reflected, perhaps not wholly unexpectedly. She was not on fire but was definitely warming up and quickly too.

Dorothy was aware of her own unattractiveness. She was short and fat. Her hair was mousy brown, long and straight yet still straggly, it framed her heavy glasses and her teeth were crooked; if only her parents had been a little less indulgent when they had suggested she had them straightened. Her breasts were big, which appeared to be a plus but so too was her bum and unless she shaved regularly, which she hated, she soon became ever so hairy between her legs. She was not a virgin, but whilst sex had been pleasant and her partners had certainly appeared to extract much enjoyment from her she had never found it to be that wonderful. Her fingers were more effective and as to her rabbit, well. Peter was such a wonderful pet: efficient, clean and obedient. If only he were just a little quieter, especially now when she was having to live back home with her parents.

Coquettishly she threw back, "I can't imagine Sir that you'd ever ask anything of me that might needed to be wrapped up with string. Anyway I'd gift wrap it for you with pink ribbon and a pretty bow."

"You never know young lady. You never know. Well not until you find out." Then he changed the subject entirely and asked of her studies and how she had found Cambridge. It was only when it was time for her to leave that the hint of playfulness he had exhibited earlier returned. "I enjoyed out little chat Miss Reed. I enjoyed it very much indeed. Perhaps you might even care to return one evening and enjoy that glass of celebratory champagne I alluded to."

Dorothy thought of how her thighs had melted and moistened earlier on and accepted before he had had time to reconsider, "Wednesday evening Sir? About half past seven?"

He paused, obviously taken aback by the speed of her response but also by her obvious enthusiasm. "Wednesday, at half past seven?" He paused pretending to think deeply, "I'm certainly not doing anything," he chuckled, "I'm never doing anything anymore, so yes, delighted to. Let's consider it a date."

When Dorothy rang the bell of Mr. Smith's house for the second time she knew that this time it was no innocent chance encounter. Oddly, despite him being considerably older than her father, thin to the point of scrawny, grey, strict and imposing, Dorothy had the 'butterflies in the tummy' feeling that usually ended with her indulging herself in a delightful bout of masturbation. She was definitely more than slightly moist between the legs and would not be put out or upset if something were about to happen.

"Good evening Miss Reed," intoned Mr. Smith after he had wrestled the bolts back once more.

At least tonight he had been a little quicker to answer, thought Dorothy.

"Do come through to my..." Mr. Smith paused for thought, "sanctum," he finally improvised. Tonight Dorothy noted the desk had been cleared and it looked as if the room had been dusted very thoroughly. "Please take a seat, I must fetch the champagne through." He made for the door, "and glasses too," he appended as an afterthought. As he bustled out Dorothy sensed his distraction, clearly she was not the only one with other things on her mind.

Dorothy didn't sit as instructed but went to inspect Mr. Smith's books. The unexpected poets corner had sparked her curiosity. At the top were classics, Wordsworth, Keats, Shelley, Byron, Milton, Dunne. Below were anthologies, Mr. Smith appeared to have an affinity with the poets of the first world war, the Great War; the spines of these were more battered. Under these were dozens of paperbacks of more contemporary poetry. Well contemporary with Mr. Smith Dorothy decided, though John Cooper Clarke, Linton Kwesi Johnson and Benjamin Zephaniah were all present, correct and the volumes were used and worn indicating that they had been well used.

Dorothy was about to go and sit down when three distinctly familiar books, placed on a shelf close to the floor, caught her eye; the three volumes of Fifty Shades of Grey. Apparently purchased but then abandoned: only the spine of the first volume was cracked and then only slightly, leaving the book appearing almost pristine. On the other hand the nearby copy of the Story of O, a book Dorothy had also heard of but knew little about aside from its reputation, appeared well used. As did a book under it, 'Bound to Serve' by Jay Merson. Not that she had heard of that one but, her curiosity getting the better of her, Dorothy had pulled the book out and the slender young lady with her arms secured firmly behind her back on the cover left in her no doubts as to the nature of the content. Mr. Smith obviously had hidden depths which extended beyond poetry. As Dorothy bagged one of the well worn leather arm chairs she began to speculate about just what exactly she might be letting herself in for.

Her musings were cut short by the return of Mr. Smith brandishing and ice bucket with the neck of a bottle protruding above its rim and carrying a pair crystal flutes in his other hand. He set the glasses upon the low, rather ugly, but very sturdy coffee table with a flourish and placed the bucket between her chair and the sofa. "Right, let's open the bubbly shall we?" A rhetorical suggestion really, as Mr. Smith did all the work.

To Dorothy's surprise there was no pop, no flying cork to avoid, no effervescent rush, just a quick flick of the wrist followed by a gentle phut. "Mustn't waste the bubbles and the Germans believe that a loud pop shocks the wine and ruins it, obviously an exaggeration but there might be something in it. He poured slowly and carefully, dexterously ending on a deft twist of the wrist to stop stray drops from spilling.

The wine was cold, dry and very fizzy. Dorothy giggled as the bubbles caught the back of her mouth and did funny things in her nose. "Well cheers Dorothy and many hearty congratulations, you really are a very talented girl you know."

"Thank you Sir," she responded and toasted him with her glass. "But without you Sir it would never have happened. Even an avalanche needs a careless footfall to set it in motion."

"I think you might have stolen that expression young lady."

The conversation that followed was good, witty and light hearted and Dorothy relaxed utterly. The champagne was light and dry and Dorothy sipped rather more quickly than she usually dared, the bubbles went up her nose and the alcohol gradually liberated her from her usual reserve and blew away her caution. Dorothy became bolder and Mr. Smith, truth to tell, gently led her on slipping ever lewder innuendos into his seemingly pointless banter but all the while he was carefully monitoring her reactions. He gauged the time to be ripe when, the bottle more than half empty, she replied to him, "possibly Sir. But now what can I do to repay my debt Sir, a genuine no strings offer all bedecked gaily with pretty pink ribbons!"

"Don't be silly, you owe me no debt, I was glad to help. Delighted to have someone actually exploit my talents for once."

"Even so Sir, when an old man like yourself mentions of strings, even casually, it suggests that he is thinking of something that needs to be kept tight. You can tell me Sir, after all I can always say no," and Dorothy's shoulders heaved as she giggled.

"Well actually Dorothy, there is but..."

"Go on Sir. It's not like you to be reserved, let alone shy. What's on your mind?" she coaxed as she did her best to flutter her eyelashes.

"Well I do enjoy a seeing woman dressed a certain way. But it is a mere foible, a whim a trifle." However, trivial as his desire might be, he did rush on before Dorothy had the chance to interrupt, "I've had older friends do this and we both enjoyed ourselves but it really needs a girl like yourself to make it convincing."

"Do go on Sir. I'll dress up for you Sir, though I'm hardly the shape for it. I'd do it right this instant if you asked." Dorothy surprised herself with that last outburst but all this forbidden chatter with her old mentor had been making her urge to slip a hand between her legs and rub grow stronger by the minute. She was going to have a wonderful time in bed with dear Peter when she arrived home.

"Well I did lay a few things out on the bed in the spare room. Not for you, don't imagine that, but our little chat the other day did set me to reminiscing and..." he tailed off lamely.

"Let's go," bounced Dorothy which was interesting in itself: Dorothy definitely possessed the right figure for bouncing very provocatively.

"Follow me," Mr. Smith - asked was the wrong word, more commanded - demanded perhaps. Dorothy complied, feigning meekness. He led her up the broad staircase and opened the door of the room that lay opposite to the head of the stairs. It was small, set with a hard wooden chair, a small chest of drawers, a neatly made single bed and a heavy old fashioned wardrobe with its door slightly ajar. "If you undress completely, hang you clothes up neatly in the wardrobe, close the door and then just slip these on."

"Yes Sir," she snapped, mimicing a soldier on parade, and Mr. Smith decorously left her to disrobe in private. Mr. Smith she decided did not mess about, undress completely was quite unequivocal, she was to be completely naked before she put on her costume. She inspected the garments he had laid out for her. A pair of shoes were set neatly on the floor: flat, black, square toed pumps. A little large Dorothy judged but better that than too small. A white cotton blouse, a short navy blue pleated skirt, almost a gym slip, a pair of thin grey woollen ankle socks and a tie from her old school lay on the bed; what alarmed Dorothy was that that was all. He wanted her to dress up for him in a short skirt sans panties and braless to boot.

Still, she reflected, a promise was a promise and anyway Dorothy was feeling light headed, carefree and she was more than a little moist down below. She tugged her yellow cotton summer dress over her head, peeled off her large white bra, wriggled out of her giant tights and slipped off her soft cotton panties cutely decorated with a motif of teddies. The dress she placed on a hanger before she hung it in the wardrobe, the remainder of her outfit she folded and placed on a convenient shelf in the cupboard. It was only when she closed the door that she discovered the ugly secret of that stout and imposing wooden wardrobe. When the door swung home it closed with a distinct click and when she tried it she found that it was locked shut. Only Mr. Smith could let her have her clothes back, she was ion his power now. Dorothy shuddered but the alcohol had melted her reserve, so she shrugged and dressed in the outfit Mr. Smith had provided.

She had wanted to trip down the stairs gaily but, as she had suspected, the shoes were too large for her and she had to descend warily; had they been the next size up, she would have carried them down and slipped them on at the foot of the stairs. For reasons she did not understand she knocked at the door of Mr. Smith's sanctum and waited.

"Enter," a voice boomed curtly. Mr. Smith was dressed as she had left him, in one of his worn but carefully tailored grey suits but now he had an academic gown over it and he looked very stern.

"Ah, Miss Reed!"

"Yes Sir," Dorothy replied uncertainly, she was not sure where this was going but already had a lurking suspicion that her absence of regulation grey school knickers was soon to be revealed.

"Mr Norris has informed me that you have been behaving badly during his lessons. Not mere mischief but giving a calculated and malicious exhibition. Sitting at the back performing lewd and lascivious acts in an attempt to distract him. What have you to say to that?"

"No Sir. I never did them Sir," Dorothy quavered. "I don't even know what lavicious means, Sir."




Dorothy Submits



"Don't lie girl!" he raged at her. "Is that skirt you are wearing regulation? It looks uncommonly short and indecorous to me. Stand there, up straight, back arched, chest out, hands upon head, I shall check!"

As Dorothy complied she reflected on his cunning, tits thrust out, bum thrust out now she really did look indecorous, even lewd. She giggled as Mr. Smith went over to his desk and returned brandishing a wooden ruler. He knelt before her and began to measure. "Six inches above the knee young lady and the rules state no more than three. Moreover, this is causing you to exhibit a vast expanse of bare flesh, more than a decent girl of your age ought; outrageous. I repeat outrageous"

Dorothy, ever conscious of the vastness of her thighs, actually blushed at that point, but not from either shame nor embarrassment. He pussy was suggesting to her that she was rather enjoying all this inappropriate attention.

"Well what else is non-regulation? Your blouse and tie look correct, though I do wish you girls could learn to tie a tie correctly, single, tight Windsor knot will do. Your socks are acceptable and your shoes are flat, black and matt as prescribed. And you knickers, miss? They are regulation grey aren't they? Raise the hem of your skirt, show me."

"Sir?" Dorothy spluttered.

"Come on girl, chop-chop. No shilly-shallying here. You have already been judged to be lewd and licentious, faux modesty is hardly appropriate from you young lady. You can show me your regulation knickers can't you? Or is there something depraved and indecent under your skirt?"

Dorothy bit her bottom lip anxiously, gripped the hem of her skirt and raised it high. "Well my girl you most certainly are lewd and lascivious, no wonder you were so nervous and, I might add, that is a very hairy bush you have there. So you little bare arsed show-off, you are a slut. In the future don't you dare come all coy with me again. Turn around and around slowly, since you expose it so brazenly, I might as well see your all." As she rotated he tutted. "Disgusting. Depraved. Slut. Common whore," and he went on to make any number of other disparaging remarks.

To her great embarrassment Dorothy felt her pussy moisten yet further as she was subjected to the unceasing stream of verbal abuse. She was particularly embarrassed because the experience of being berated and degraded in this manner was really turning her on. It was, she decided, exquisitely humiliating; her embarrassment was goading her up to even higher levels of need and lust causing her yet further embarrassment which, in its turn... She was locked in a cycle of spiralling desire. She understood that orgasm was the only lasting way out and she wanted to come, no wanted to be made to come, just as soon as she could arrange it.

"Skirt down whore. Anything else girl? Let me see." Mr. Smith began to pace around Dorothy slowly all the while glaring at her ferociously. Subjected to that merciless stare the butterflies in the bottom of her tummy rose and began to perform summersaults. "You do have a bra on, don't you girl. Big girl like you can't be braless. Can you?" he peered at her earnestly and knowingly over his half-eyes. "So," he chuckled mirthlessly, "you won't mind doing ten star jumps for me."

Now Dorothy was truly alarmed, her breasts were truly huge and ten star jumps would genuinely hurt like hell. "Please sir, I can't manage that," she quavered.

"What's the problem? No bra after all, eh?" he growled."

"No Sir," Dorothy muttered to her shoes.

"Louder girl."

No Sir," she repeated more distinctly.

"Well, girl, show me. Don't pretend to be shocked, you've been asking for this, unbutton your blouse this instant." As Dorothy did so her huge breasts tumbled free and Mr. Smith began a new tirade at Dorothy. "What a whore you are. Short skirt, no knickers, no bra. Spread you legs whore." When she did so Mr. Smith placed a hand upon her plump white thighs and then felt between them, his fingers parting her lips to explore her sex. She shuddered uncontrollably as the pads of his probing and dexterous digits ran over her clit. She gasped aloud when his thumb followed a second or so later. "My word, my little slut, my decadent whorelet, you are wet aren't you? Answer me slut. Are you wet?"

"Yes Sir," Dorothy mumbled. This time she felt truly humbled because she was not simply wet but soaking and, whatever Mr. Smith was doing with his inquisitive fingers, was making her yet wetter still. Dorothy began to sob with delight as she felt her orgasm building, Mr. Smith's probing was teasing and tickling all the right spots, all her secret little places. She bit her lips, snorted loudly through her nose, here it...

"Damn you," she swore aloud when he stopped abruptly and withdrew his hand.

"Pardon girl. Did I hear that right? Did you just swear at me?"

"Sorry sir." Dorothy hung her head.

"And what prompted that foul mouthed outburst girl?"

"Sorry Sir. please Sir it won't happen again Sir. I'm very sorry Sir." She put a little break in her voice, almost a sob.

"I asked you a question girl! Now never mind grovelling and prevaricating. Answer my question girl. What prompted you to swear at me?"

"Sir..." Dorothy stammered.

"Yes girl. Spit it out."

"Sir, I almost came." This confession delivered all in a rush.

"What girl! Rubbing my fingers between your legs like this is enough to make you sexually aroused?" And Mr. Smith began explore and to tease her hungry pussy once more.

"Oh God, yes Sir," Dorothy mewed, her knees buckling as her orgasm rapidly rebuilt.

"Then I had best stop," and for a second time Mr. Smith left her panting and gasping with frustration, right on the very edge of a much wanted and even more desired climax. Dorothy stood there trying desperately to steady her breathing. She had never been teased like this before and to be brought to the verge of a climax twice in succession where each time she was denied that final release left her head swimming. She was so absorbed in her misfortune that she almost missed Mr. Smith's next demand.

"So slut you want to come?" He paused for a couple of seconds then shouted, articulating exaggeratedly, "I enquired you if you wanted to come!"

"Yes Sir. Oh yes please Sir." Surprised by her own earnestness Dorothy blushed for a second time.

"If a wonton, lascivious whore like yourself wants to come then she must ask my permission?"

"Please Sir may I come," Dorothy almost sobbed out, she was desperate but humiliated too and she was enjoying it.

"You may come slut. But presently, first raise your skirt high, go sit on that chair there, ensure that your legs spread wide and make sure you keep them that way." Dorothy did as she was bid. "Now show me how a feckless trollop like yourself masturbates. I want a long slow display of just how you make yourself come. I want to observe your own fingers slithering about in your own disgusting wetness, taking you closer and closer. Come on, rub that slot, finger that twat, show me what you do to yourself when you are randy."

As Dorothy began to rub her pussy, her fingers concentrating their efforts on her swollen red clitoris, Mr. Smith knelt to watch his head close to her frantically frigging fingers. Both the tempo and the volume of her sighs, moans and groans began to increase. Dorothy half closed her eyes, some of her breath came in snorts through her nose and finally with an enormous sigh she... She screamed and snatched her hand away.

"What..." she exclaimed, her knuckles burning with red fire.

"Did I say you could come?" Mr. Smith demanded sharply.

"Um. I guess. Well yes Sir; you said, you wanted to see how I made myself come,' Sir!"

"Exactly so, I said that I wanted to see how you make yourself come. I did not, however, say that I wanted to see you come: stupid, disobedient wilful, lustful, slut. Still a ruler tapped smartly upon the knuckles stopped that soon enough, didn't it girl?" and he chuckled and chortled as if rapping her knuckles painfully hard were some huge joke.

"Yes Sir," Dorothy sighed, her hand still throbbing and stinging.

"Right, when I return you are to start rubbing your pussy once more for me and this time you are to carry on until you achieve orgasm. But, young lady you are to keep those legs spread wide apart the whole time, I want a grandstand view of the whole procedure, remember you are coming for my viewing pleasure not your own carnal gratification." Mr. Smith stood, went over to his desk, took something from a drawer, returned and resumed his position, sitting with his head located between Dorothy's well splayed thighs. He chuckled he could see that Dorothy's puckered anus was contracting rhythmically a sure sign of sexual tension and, in his experience a sovereign indicator of her need for release.

As soon as he was comfortable Dorothy recommenced rubbing vigorously. Her sighs and cries grew louder and faster, her pussy began to dribble with female nectar, she bit her bottom lip, half closed her eyes and with a terrific shudder came explosively. As she relaxed firm hands forced her to keep her legs splayed wide and then she screamed, "stop. Stop. For fuck's sake stop that. Can't. Stop. Please. No! Too sensitive. Please."

Post climax Dorothy's clit was exquisitely sensitive and Mr. Smith had pressed a large vibrator, set to its maximum speed, against it firmly and held it there. Dorothy thrashed and convulsed, screamed and squealed, the sensation was simply too much for her to bear. To her immense relief Mr. Smith abruptly removed the ferociously buzzing monster. "Well if you can't stand to come again I certainly can so, unless you want me to resume working on your clit like that, you had better decide how best to deliver my pleasure and satisfaction to me.

"Yes Sir. Please Sir, sit here Sir," Dorothy gabbled, insanely relieved and actually grateful to him for ceasing to torment her. As she rose to her feet Mr. Smith sat and once he was settled she knelt before him. She unfastened the waistband of his trousers and unzipped his zipper. She felt inside his underpants and gently eased his stiff member free. It was not the longest cock she had ever seen, nor was it the fattest she had ever encountered but it was the most knobbly and gnarled she had come across.

Inside her head Dorothy had been conducting a fierce debate: hand, mouth or pussy. Hand and he would splatter his smelly stuff everywhere. Mouth and she would have to taste and swallow his thick sticky mess; she knew that with Mr. Smith spit would not be an option. Pussy? Well Dorothy had not actually considered that things might go that far. But then, whilst the orgasm had been overpowering, perhaps her best ever: that vibrator afterwards! It might have been impossible to take but when it had stopped it left her needy, very randy and very, very willing again. Dorothy wanted more. Dorothy was desperate for more.

She straddled Mr. Smith and then, before she gave herself time to change her mind, she impaled her sex upon his stiff and visibly throbbing manhood. Once she had eased his stiff cock inside of her she began to bob up and down with abandon her breasts bouncing alarmingly. Upon her third stroke she caught her clit on his pubic bone. A warm joy coursed through her. With the next bounce she made the impact a little harder, the flood was larger, the joy more joyful. Soon Dorothy was riding Mr. Smith hard, obsessed with her own pleasure she was wholly oblivious to his reactions. Her motions were driven entirely by the blissful sensations emanating from her clitoris and her own unbridled lust. Continuous strong stimulation might have been too much for her tender post-orgasmic clit but intermittent jolts of pleasure were exactly what she needed to bring her to a screaming powerful orgasm for a second time.

She bobbed and bucked fast, frenzied and frantic and when she did come her orgasm was literally screamingly powerful. Fortunately for Dorothy this was all too much for Mr. Smith. As she shrieked her pleasure out aloud, shrill as a steam whistle, he sighed and groaned his out in a series of deep guttural grunts of pure bliss as he pumped gobbet after gobbet of this thick white seed deep within her womanhood. When they were done she collapsed on top of him and both lolled there in the chair, panting hard, utterly sated, utterly exhausted.

Dorothy surfaced to reality when Mr. Smith asked in a very refined voice, "if she would be so generous as to split the last of the champagne with him?"

"Oh God yes," she wheezed, sitting up too quickly, making her head spin. Dorothy was floating, she was so replete, so satisfied, at last she had discovered just how pleasurable sex could be. So utterly, so devastatingly divine and no one had told her, no one had shown her. Why hadn't Mr. Smith. Of course she had been too young then and he was her teacher. The trouble he would have been in if he had and then someone had found out. Thank God he'd taught her at last she reflected, sipping her champagne luxuriantly. Dorothy had two great passions now and both thanks to Mr. Smith. But where to find such delights again? The boys she had been with had no idea, not the least vestige of a clue. Then she realised, with Mr. Smith of course. If he could do this once he could do it to her again, and then again and again after that.

Mr. Smith sipped his champagne far more slowly. Dorothy's reactions had been perfect. As he had supposed she was a near optimal subject, introverted on the outside but wanton and willing on the inside and so submissive too, what a bonus that would be. Whilst she sat radiating her satisfaction, little calculating expressions flitting across her face as she plotted how to lure Mr. Smith he sat poker faced planning how to seduce her and bind her to him with hoops of brass.

How deeply would she commit he wondered, she had come on far faster than he had dared to hope and when she had impaled herself upon his member. Well, reflected Mr. Smith, it had taken lot of self control not to come immediately. And it was years since he had come that quickly and easily, decades since he had erupted quite so violently and with so many spurts. One last test he decided before she went home. One final humiliation and if she succumbed then he would know she could be his to degrade and torment as much as it pleased him. All it would require was patience and training on his part.

"Dorothy. Look I'm limp and damp and smelly," he was pointing at his now flaccid member. if you truly are my slut crawl over here and lick me clean again in preparation for our next time."

Dorothy got the message alright. One last humiliation and you'll be invited back. So, with a shudder because the taste and smell of semen could so easily make her retch, she dropped onto all fours and scuttled over to Mr. Smith. She mustered as much saliva as she could summon to dilute the taste and took his slack but still not totally deflated member in her mouth.

"Peel back the foreskin girl. I'd hate you to miss any." She was smitten, without question or hesitation she rolled the loose skin back and sucked and slurped upon his spent cock. Mr. Smith smiled, this was going even better than he had imagined. When he felt his rod in danger of resurrecting he said, "thank you Dorothy. Sit in the chair once more, skirt raised high, legs splayed wide so I have a clear view of your oozing sex."

When she was positioned to his satisfaction he walked across, knelt before her, set the vibrator to maximum once more and applied the buzzing phallus to her slippery slot. Dorothy tensed, readying herself for the almost painful sensation that the dreadful toy was about to deliver to her over sensitised clit. But her clitoris had relaxed and instead of a pleasure so intense it was agonising she felt a glorious warmth invade her sex once again. She closed her eyes, flared her nostrils, relaxed and indulged. Mr. Smith was equally indulgent with her and was soon treated to the sound of her cries, whimpers and whispers as she climaxed for a third time. Not so hard as the previous two, to judge from her mewling, but definitely longer and probably the most deeply satisfying of all.

When she was done Mr. Smith whispered, "Well Dorothy you've paid your debt alright and with interest, compound interest at that. But if you want to share another session of indulgence with me just say yes and I will arrange everything."

Oblivious to the menacing undertone of his suggestion Dorothy whispered back, "Oh my God. Yes please Sir! And, Sir, make it soon too."



Dorothy Surrenders



I must admit, the lady surprised me.

Dorothy was one of those hard nuts -- lovely, sweet, and perhaps a little bit repressed. Although she was 30, just getting her to hold hands or kiss me (other than a peck on the cheek) took repeated effort. She could be a lot of fun, except for her apparent fear of anything even slightly sexual. But gradually, she had gotten over some of the most basic things: a kiss, holding hands, and the like. Still, there were many barriers we had not yet broken. 

Then, one Friday night, she hit me with a big surprise.

We had gone out to dinner at a neighborhood place. I couldn't help but notice that Dorothy, who was almost always prim as a librarian, had left her top button open. After dinner, we walked hand-in-hand back to Dorothy's apartment. Her roommate was away for the weekend, so we would have the place all to ourselves. 

We continued to walk together, enjoying the crisp, moonlit night. Soon we arrived at Dorothy's door. She opened it and we stepped into the apartment. Immediately, she gave me a big kiss. Usually her kisses were sweet and gentle, but this was the most passionate kiss she had ever given me. I took off my windbreaker.

Dorothy put her hands on my waist and pulled my shirt loose. I held her closely and slid my hand down to her butt. This was something she had never allowed before, but this evening, I got no reaction except an even more passionate embrace. Our bodies were pressed close to each other. I'm sure she could feel my bulge beginning to form.

We sat down on the couch. Both of us kicked off our shoes. Dorothy stared at me for a few seconds. She was licking her lips. Now she took off her sweater. She smoothed her blouse. She leaned in and kissed me. I noticed her hand on the inside of my thigh. I grabbed her and pulled her to me. As I did, I reached inside her blouse and unhooked her bra. Dorothy smiled. Again we kissed. She undid one button on my shirt. 

"Dorothy," I said, "what is going on here? Not that I'm objecting, but this isn't like you." I began to fondle her earlobe.

She smiled as she spoke. "I had a dream," she said. "I dreamed that I had sex with you."

"Was I good?", I said jokingly.

"Silly," she responded with a smile. She gave me a peck on the cheek. "I had it five nights in a row. It surprised me so I prayed about it. A lot," Dorothy said.

"What was the answer?"

"Surrender, Dorothy", she said. 

"Was there a green-skinned witch involved?" 

"No, silly," she replied with a laugh as she unbuttoned another button on my shirt."I prayed on it several times and I kept getting the same answer. You're the one." She had a cockeyed smile on her face. 

She undid another button on her blouse. Her cleavage was very visible. I leaned over and kissed Dorothy's neck. Her pupils got very wide. I could feel her jump just a bit. With that, she unbuttoned her blouse fully. She placed her hand back on the inside of my thigh and unzipped my pants. 

"You're sure this is what you want?", I asked. 

Dorothy frowned.. "Don't you want to?", she asked.

"Only if you do," I said. In silent reply, she unhooked my belt.

Now her blouse slid off, taking her unhooked bra with it. I sat there for a moment surprised, looking at my prim, proper girlfriend topless. I stood up and took off my pants. Dorothy eagerly unbuttoned my shirt. 

She took my hand and eagerly led me down the hall. We sat on Dorothy's smallish bed and again we kissed. I blew in Dorothy's ear. My hands on her waist, I slipped her skirt off her. She pulled off my shirt. 

I lay on top of her, kissing her hard. She seemed to enjoy it. We felt each other's almost naked bodies. As we came together, I noticed that her panties were thoroughly soaked. My hands went to her waist and easily slid her panties off. Now I removed my underpants. I began to kiss her naked body. 

I lay beside Dorothy, my fingers in her wet but tight pussy. I put one finger in, then another. She smiled. I led her hand to my stiffening cock. Softly she began to stroke it. 

"Whenever you're ready," I whispered. 

She kissed me. "Be gentle," she said softly. "You know I'm a virgin." 

Again I rolled on top of her. "I know" I said softly. "But I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you."

As I first tried to enter, she had her legs too tight and almost blocked me. I kissed her.

"If you're not ready.."

"I'm ready!", Dorothy exclaimed. "I'm ready!" With a big kiss she spread herself wide and I entered. It was a rough entry; she was very tight. But with a few pushes, I managed to slide my way in. Once inside, I pumped, slowly and gently at first, but then more vigorously as we went along. I pushed deeper and deeper. I couldn't get enough.

Dorothy had a big, wide smile. It was clear she was enjoying herself. I could see and feel the blood all over her sheets. She grabbed the sheet. Her eyes got really wide. She wrapped her arms around me even more tightly as I continued to thrust my stiff cock into her warm pussy.

I could feel Dorothy moving from the initial pain to excitedly shaking, kissing my body, and shivering. Soon she was wriggling happily underneath me.

"Oohh...my... GOD!", Dorothy screamed. "It's...so...good!" She was breathless. "HARDER!...HARDER!" I was happy to oblige. I went in harder and deeper, picking up speed. Dorothy's breath was getting very short. Then I popped, spewing into her. She simply lay softly, letting the flow enter her sweet body.

"Oohh...my...GOD!", she shrieked again. She was shivering with pleasure. 

When it had stopped, she kissed me yet again. I rolled off her. I had a big smile.

"Was it good for you?", Dorothy asked.

"Yes, very good. And you?"

"Well, it hurt a little at first, but it was great," she said. "Really great! I didn't expect it to be so good." She gave me a big kiss. We lay together for some time. 

The next thing I remember is the sun poking through the bedroom window.



Dorothy's Custom Story.



I'm Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter, and I write custom stories for those who want to capture a memory and who don't have the ability to write the story for themselves. Only, something weird is happening. The creative fictional facts that I include in factual non-fictional stories come true. Either I'm psychic or my stories are charmed. This leased space was once a fortune teller's store front and maybe, some of Madam Mona's magic remains. It wouldn't surprise me if it was haunted.

Just when I started contemplating the existence of a paranormal world, a woman walked in my office. She was short, obese, and for lack of a more descriptive word, ugly. Unless she was wicked smart or had the personality of Rosanne Barr, God was not kind her.

"Hi, can I help you," I said shooting her my best smile.

"My UPS man directed me to you. He told me that you write special stories."

"What story can I write for you?"

"I need a man," she said. "And I was hoping that if you wrote me a story and if I read it enough times during the day, by the process of positive energy through positive thoughts, maybe my dream man would appear."

By the appearance of her, I wanted to tell her not to get her hopes too high, but with the belief that there's someone for everyone, even her, she made me want to write her the best story that I could.

"What's your name?"

"Dorothy."

"I'm Freddie," I said shaking her paw, I mean, hand. "The way I work is you talk and I read aloud as I type."

"I want a man who is tall, dark, and handsome."

I gulped wondering how I was going to pull that off, but it was her story.

"He was a dapper man, as tall as he was good looking and he walked with a custom made cane."

"I want someone who can look past my not so attractive outside appearance and see the good woman that hides inside."

I smiled and touched her hand. Her unrealistic hopefulness touched me and I so wanted to help her find her soul mate.

"It was a day much like today when Dorothy met her dream man. He was a good and kind man who was able to see beyond physical appearances to focus on the gem that lay beneath the surface."

"I'd like for him to be college educated, with a good job, single, and be self-sufficient," she said with a chuckle. "Another words, I don't want a loser who is still living with his mother."

Gees, this woman doesn't want much. She wants it all. She made me wonder if she's looked in the mirror lately. Stop it, Freddie. That's so wrong. She probably has lots of good qualities. From the size of her, maybe she's a good cook and definitely she makes her own clothes. Maybe, she'd make a wonderful wife and mother. As a writer, you should know that you can never judge a book by its cover.

"You must realize that for creativity sake, I can't make this story specific."

"That's okay, as long as you make him a doctor," she said with a determined smile.

"The man you meet may be an auto mechanic or a grocery store clerk, rather than a doctor." 

"That' won't work. I'm too shallow to be with a blue collar worker. I'd rather wait for my Mr. Right. I want a doctor."

I know it was mean of me to think this, but the only doctor this woman was going to get was the one who'd try to resuscitate her when she suffered her fatal heart attack from obesity.

Just then the light tap, tap, tap on the glass of my front door got my attention. There was a tall and rather good looking man standing there smiling and waving his cane at us.

"You did it Bostonfictionwriter! You summoned my dream man."

Dorothy leapt from her chair and dashed across the room. Except for the New England Patriots defensive center, never have I seen a person so large move so fast. 

"Hi," he said to Dorothy, as soon as she opened the door. "I'm Doctor James, a chiropractor, physical therapist, and masseur. I rented the space upstairs and wanted to introduce myself."

It was obvious by his peppermint candy colored cane and dark glasses that he was a blind man.

"I'm Dorothy," she said. "And I've been waiting to meet someone like you all my life."

Maybe Dorothy thought I was somehow able to summon whatever she wanted from writing a story, but she grabbed his arm, pulled him down to her, and gave him a long, deep, wet kiss.

"Do you believe in love at first site or in your case love at first kiss?"

"I didn't before but I do now," he said.

"Do you have a place where I can go," she turned and said to me.

"In back," I said pointing behind the wall.

I thought she wanted to use the ladies room, only she wanted to make love to this man right there in my office. I couldn't believe it when I started hearing moans of pleasure. I waited an appropriate time for them to come out, but when they didn't, I stepped around the corner to see what the Hell they were doing. They were naked and going at it like dogs.

"It's been a long time since I got with a full figured, hot woman, a real woman. My wife left me for a man with sight but who couldn't see her for the skinny, conceited, dumb bitch she was."

I was mesmerized. I couldn't stop from looking. There's just something erotic about a good looking blind man having his way with a short, obese, ugly woman. 

They were kissing while he was humping her. Then, they switched around and did 69 with her on top of him.

"Thank you Freddie," she screamed.