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What Would You Do? Ch. 01

By: akilfinch



I'm a porn addict, and I have absolutely no desire to reform. I know it's sick, it's deplorable, a man of my obvious blessings could do so much better... find a good woman and settle down, right?

I tried the happy trail of life, meet the right girl, get the right job, get her father's permission, and walk down the aisle surrounded by our family and friends. One day I come home, and she was small, petite and blonde... underneath his big, black and muscular. Everyone said it was a mistake, she was sorry... and I took her back. I circled back to the house one morning and found her again, this time with my brother.

It was a mistake, they said. They were sorry, they said. I knew the only mistake was the path that my life was on. I knew that if everything I was told was right turned out to be so very wrong... I had to go the opposite direction. I doubled down on my work hours, and began to climb the corporate ladder. At 36 I was the youngest assistant director, and I was ready for the next phase. I knew that I had to go off the beaten path, so I cozy up to a skumbag named Dante at work, one who was rumored to know a little bit about the darker side of life. He had friends in low places, he was fond of saying. One night I took him up on his offer to hit the strip, and found myself in between the legs of a very questionable prostitute.

I didn't feel right about that experience, it was the right tune, but the wrong song. I dialed it back a bit, and started with a simple web search - "big titties"

That was the start of my journey, I began to explore and find exactly what turned me on. It started with tits, then big women, and then Amazonian women... you know big muscular women who may or may not body-build professionally. Then it drifted to lesbians, and around year three of my addiction I began to explore transsexuals. Year four I got into fetishes, piss, shit, vomiting... then the more obscure... mucophila, the love of noses. Japanese nose bondage porn, led to Japanese spitting... face licking... then I dipped into the darkest period in year five - bestiality. I think I hit rock bottom then, because my addiction kind of reset and I found myself looking for the plumpest, firmest tits again.

Something again was wrong... six years later I had given up all hope of physical contact with women, endured rumors that I was gay at work, and endless attempts to set me up with a person's friend, coworker, neighbor... I wanted none of that. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning - if I couldn't find the porn that I needed I would make the porn that I wanted.

I knew what I wanted, years of exploration told me what I did and did not like with razor-like precision. I always loved amateur porn - that professional well lit shit never got the mast to full - so I knew I needed to start there. I knew the type I wanted, an Italian girl, trashy, kind of like the women on that reality show that took place on the New Jersey shoreline. I needed an Italian girl that was even trashier than the trashy, someone without morals. I knew I wanted a fat girl, yes, fat, not thick, not big beautiful woman... unashamed to be fat. I need a girl with long, black hair... a stupid girl that knows it and doesn't care. I needed someone who was borderline brain damaged to make what I needed to happen come true.

I placed an ad that listed all of my qualifications and after a year of constant posting and reposting I got a nibble. She reached out with a single sentence "are you serius?" I was encouraged by her spelling error, it showed promise. I replied "Yes, very serious, what WON'T you do?" she replied "I don't od butt stuff, and I wont kiss." I replied "Have a nice life, do not contact me again."

It took another three months of constant reposting of my exacting and quite frankly insane qualifications before I got another bite. This one was very encouraging, she simply asked "How much?" I figured I would aim for the moon and replied "Ten thousand dollars, what WON'T you do?" She hit me back quickly and said "For 10k I will do anything." I knew I had a real chance here, so I asked her if she had Skype, to which she replied in the affirmative.

The following evening I was ready to go, primed for this interview. My heart pounded as I entered her Skype name "xxXfungirlnj" and waited. She accepted and came online; my fingers trembled as I entered my first words: "Hello"

She replied quickly "Hi" and then "What do you want me to do for 10k?"

I was a bit discouraged by her diction, she didn't seem stupid, but I figured that I would give her a chance to prove me wrong. I entered "I want you to get fat, sick, and shit somewhere for me."

She paused in her reply, and then the dancing dots cleared, her reply made my breath catch in my throat. She entered "I'm already fat, always sick and I just took a shit. What else you got?"

I was in love, for the second time. I hit the video button to initiate video chat on both ends, and was stunned at the vision that revealed itself to me. She was indeed Italian, with thick black hair that trailed down her round shoulders and down her wide, pale breasts. Her watery blue eyes stared at me warily from either side of a wide, long pointed nose. Her brows were thick, unplucked and grown together in the middle, a female uni-brow. I could have touched myself and orgasmed at the unbridled potential this woman represented. Her lips were thick, lower lip thicker than the upper, and her chin was pointed and long. She sniffed noisily and said defiantly into the camera "So?"

I smiled and said "You are absolutely perfect. If I PayPal you some money, can I see your body?"

She grinned and said "Sure, 100 dollars."

I asked "same address?" and she said "No." then entered her email into the chat window. A quick login and a few clicks later, and 100 dollars was zooming its way from my account to hers. She jumped at the sound and stared at her cell phone, squinting. She had bad vision! She smiled and nodded, then said "Ok, I see you are serious. I'll stand up; you tell me what to do alright?"

I nodded and said "alright. Stand up, and step back."

She shrugged and stood, her hair falling back from her wide shoulders, and revealed a round, fertility goddess shaped body with breasts that should not exist outside of a primal cave drawing. Her stomach was full and round, jutting out proudly between her long, fattened breasts. She was short, i would guess around 5 and a half feet tall... the perfect height.

I asked her "turn around, please." and she did, revealing a rear end that would make a few pop stars jealous. Her rear was as if you took a screenshot of a perfectly augmented ass, and then stretched it horizontally and then vertically, until it fit her wide, child-bearing hips. I gasped and she said "What? Is there something wrong?"

I smiled and replied "No baby, something is right. Everything about you is right. Please sit back down and let me explain more."

She waddled around and plopped back down, nude, and positioned herself at the keyboard. I began to tell her my master plan, a list of demands that would scare away the staunchest fetish enthusiast. I told her "Ok, I don't want to know your real name, ever. I'll stick to calling you baby, or darling, or other names like that. Understood?"

She nodded and said "That's ok no one ever calls me by my real name."

I continued "I want to send you the first half in weekly installments before we meet. It'll be a month or so, and then we'll get together at a hotel somewhere, and have more fun."

She nodded, and asked with a frown "what kind of fun?"

I continued "I want you to eat heavily for that month, all the worst foods. McDonald's, KFC, the works. I'll pay for all of your meals if you can manage to eat five meals a day."

She smiled and said "That's all I eat anyway, are you sure this is work? Sounds like fun to me."

Any normal woman would balk at such a drastic and unhealthy diet shift; this diamond in the rough didn't even bat an eye. I continued "I want you to eat and eat and eat, and try not to shit, ok? For this month, I want you to try and hold as much as possible in before letting out as little as possible. Do you understand this part?"

She frowned and said "You want me to eat a lot, and try not to shit?"

I smiled and said "Exactly, you beautiful thing. I want you to train yourself to shit as little as possible. Next, I want you to be sick, so as the weather gets colder I want you to wear as little clothing as possible - dress like summer for the fall."

She pursed her lips and said "What's fall?" 

I could have hugged her when I replied "You know when the leaves turn yellow and it gets cooler."

She smiled and said "Oh yeah, ok. It's like that now outside, right?"

I looked directly into her pale blue eyes and said "yes angel, it is. If you agree starting tomorrow you'll dress so that you'll be cold out there."

She frowned again, creasing her hairy unibrow and asked "So you want me to be sick... like with the flu?"

I smiled, nodded and said "Yes, baby, just like the flu. I want you to be fat, sick and full of shit. Can you do that for a month, and check in with me every Friday for your money and to show me your progress?"

She smiled and said "Can I get a thousand up front, now? I'll go eat everything in my fridge for you."

I grinned and admired her motivation. "No need to go eat everything, but yeah I will send you the money after this session is over. Oh there's one more thing - I need you to go buy some hair vitamins online, and stop shaving."

She said "Who says I shave anything?"

I knew I had found the one. I sent her the money, and waited patiently for the week to be up. Friday could not come fast enough, my coworkers watched me dash out of the office with snide comments like "probably going to a gay bar" and "maybe the girl he kidnapped is running out of air in his torture basement"

I heard them, but could not stay to listen - I had a budding miracle to witness. I burst into the door and fired up Skype, shaking off my pants and throwing off my shirt as I did. She was online, and after a few seconds messaged me with a single word: "Hi."

I replied "hey baby, how are you? Did you get the money?"

She replied "Yeah, i've been doing like you said. I bought the hair grow pills and took one every day like it said on the package. I been eating five times a day, and when I have to poop I try to only let one or two turds out before I get up and wipe."

I typed back "that's really great, baby. Really really great. After this chat I'll send you a bonus. You ready to go on camera?"

She replied "Yeah, but theres something you need to know my face has got all pimply and I have alot more hair now than before. I think those pills are too strong."

I smiled and said "its ok baby, you show daddy and I'll make it all better."

I hit the video camera button and held my breath, waiting to see what a diet of five times a day junk food, increase in hair growth and reduced defecation would do to a fat, blue eyed Italian woman. The image that flickered into life in the small window made my erection leap from my boxer-briefs and smack the underside of my IKEA desk.

She squinted at the camera and said "So? What do you think?"

I smiled and said "What do I think? Look at this big motherfucker and tell me." I stood up, waved my stiff 8 inch thick erection around, and then sat back down. "You look marvelous woman! Holy shit!"

She was, as she said, very pimply. Pimples decorated her broad forehead, down the sides of her long, wide nose, along her cheeks and down to her chin. Her hair growth was not exaggerated either, as her unibrow was thicker and stronger, fully united in the center where before there was a hint of skin. Above her thick wide mouth was a budding mustache, wiry black hairs pointing down and to the sides, and along her chin were the starts of a nice light teenage beard. Her hair looked dense and matted, oily. 

I smiled and said "I could cum right now looking at your beautiful face."

She grinned, showing yellow, stained teeth. "Thank you daddy, that means alot to me. I was starting to think I didn't look good anymore." 

I observed the thick, yellow plaque that lined her wide teeth and asked "Baby, have you given up brushing your teeth as well?" 

She smiled shyly and replied "Yeah, I thought you would like that too, seeing as how you want me to do all this other crazy stuff. Do you? I haven't brushed in a week and they are really thick with this yellow stuff."

I came then, hunching over in my seat. As glob after glob of thick, virile semen splattered my crossed feet I could only think over and over 'she fucking stopped brushing her teeth for a week'

When I was able to raise my head again she had her head back, a fierce look on her face. Red, pinched, she grunted and shook. I asked her "Baby are you ok? What's wrong?"

She shook again and gasped, then replied "No, no, I just came too."

*

The following Friday I asked my employer if I could leave early, stating that I had a personal matter to attend to. He glanced up, noticed the wild unrestrained glare in my eyes and nodded once. That was all I needed, and before I could register I was kicking my door in, shaking off my Prada. 

Skype opened seemingly of its own accord, and I double clicked her name, starting video chat immediately. The vision that peered into the camera was almost too much to bear; I had to look away for fear of ejaculating too soon. 

She said "hello? daddy is that you?"

I replied, a shudder in my voice "Yeah baby, it's me, and oh my god you look amazing."

Coughing, she said "I don't feel amazing, daddy. My cold is getting worse, and my back is starting to hurt all the time. But look, I grew more hair for you, do you like it?"

I stare at this vision, two weeks into a diet of the worst food mankind has to offer and hair growth pills and shuddered like a man witnessing heaven. 

Her face has actually begun to clear, the pimples are fewer in number but larger, more pustulent. A dark red, angry one sits prominently in the middle of her forehead, angry yellow head screaming for attention. Similar skin eruptions decorate her cheeks, the corners of her nostrils, and on the right side of her pointed chin. The skin between glistens with excess oils, secreted by her body in an attempt at combating her diet. Her pale cheeks are fuller now, her lips more plump from the high calorie, high salt diet. Her unibrow has begun to droop, the hair long enough to be grabbed by gravity, as is her mustache, which is now full enough to reach down to her top lip. Her beard is coming in nicely, scraggly but enterprising as it spreads across her chin, cheeks and down her neck.

I smile and say "show me those teeth baby." to which she does, baring a thickly choked mass of yellow and white, slicked corn kernels balancing on a bed of bright pink gum line. She runs a thick tongue across them, scraping free a small layer of this afternoon's lunch.

With a smile she says "I can taste my food in my teeth daddy, it's like i'm always eating." Her long nose oozes a stream of mucus, thick and white, that she occasionally wipes away with the back of her hand.

I grin and struggle not to ejaculate, and ask "tell me about your poops dear. Are you still holding it all in?"

She frowns and rubs her forehead, brushing her thick bangs to the side. "I don't really poop that much anymore daddy, I think I'm all blocked up. There was a little bit yesterday, hard like hamster poop, but that's about it. My stomach is so big now, do you want to see?"

"Yes baby," I reply eagerly "Show me your body."

She heaves up and back, and again, I ejaculate against the underside of my table. I cannot look away as my thick cock wildly spurts my seed; my eyes are glued to the spectacle on my screen. Her body is tumescent, full and shiny. There is a trail of dark hair that leads down her belly to her vagina, represented only by a thick curly bush that sways slightly as she turns away. As she bends over and grasps the sides of her hips, I groan and wish I could ejaculate again, as her asshole comes into view.

Her anus is parted, a hairy brownish pink entrance that is crowning a thick, dark log. I don't think she's aware, but her asshole is cradling a huge shit log like a mother's womb cradles a child in the moments before the final push. She wiggles playfully, then reverses course to sit back down. 

She smiles again, and asks "So what do you think?"

Sweating, I say to her "I think we need to meet tomorrow, how much I owe you now?"

She frowns and says "Seven thousand, not counting the bonuses you give me."

I smile and say "Ok, are you free tomorrow morning? I want all day to play with you."

Sniffing she replies "sure daddy, send me the address."

*

The next morning I'm sitting in the hotel room on the edge of the bed, naked. My phone is in my hand, and I'm all pins and needles. It rings and I jump, then raise it to my ear. Sophisticated technologies auto answer when it senses my head close, and I hear her voice squeak out "Hello?"

I smile and reply "Hey baby, you here?"

She said with a smile "Yeah I'm here, just walked in. What room are you in?"

"I'm in room 201; did you wear the clothes I asked you to?"

She breathes hard and says "Yeah I did the tight ones that are too small for me. It's so cold; the cab driver thought I was crazy."

I grin and close my eyes, and ask "...and did you bring all the food?"

She replies "Yeah, five meals worth and a pizza, just like you asked. The cab driver really looked at me funny when I asked him to make those stops."

I shake my head, hardly believing that it is about to come true "And baby, do me a favor, on the way up, stop sniffing your nose."

She huffs and replies "Yeah, I remember, you want me to let my snot run down into my face hair. Anything else?"

I bite my lip and say the last thing "Did you remember to..."

She cuts me off mid sentence and finishes it for me "Yes, I drank an entire gallon of water and took those laxatives before getting in the cab. I gotta pee so bad!"

I smile as I hear her enter the elevator, and then hang up.

My cock is leaping, throbbing, as I stand and walk to each of the four laptops positioned around the room. Each is plugged into an AC outlet, each has a 4 terabyte external hard drive connected, and each is filming using the built in webcam. I check again, making sure they will not go to sleep and that the recording software is chugging away, storing everything that it sees in beautiful ones and zeroes. I hear a knock at the door and walk towards it and into my wildest fantasy.

I open the door and her smell hits me first, a combination of food both current and past, sweat and body odor. Her smell is rich and fertile, menstrual fluid rank. She squeezes past me into the room, and her stomach brushes mine, leaving a smear of warm body oil on my skin. 

"Hurry, close the door! I think some guy was following me." She says in a panic as she plops the bags and pizza down on the long hotel table. Door secured I turn and take her in for the first time, her full wide hips leading into a barely restrained ass, her back fat creasing into rolls. She turns and I gasp as the bottom of her wide, overdeveloped breasts peek out of her too-tight shirt and rest past her waistline. She giggles and bounces, forcing her shirt further up her elongated breasts. In my sexual frenzy I notice that her wide pink nipples are furred with light blonde hairs.

"Daddy!" she squeals, and jiggles in place. "It is so great to meet you finally, it's been so long!"

The motion causes her to break wind, dank flatulence that somehow made its way past the massive log that has taken up residence in her colon. The odor is greasy, fat rich and raw, like composted hamburgers with a side of fries. She burps loudly, the hair that now coats her lower face too greased and matted with sweat to move even a little as she rudely widens her mouth with the sound. Giving me a smile she licks her lips and waits to see what i'll say next.


What Would You Do? Ch. 01



"Oh baby, you are a vision. Jump up and down for me, would you lover?" 

She giggles and complies, forcing her bulk into the air against gravity. As she lands her stomach rolls down the top of her skirt, her breasts flop against her lower belly and force her t-shirt up higher towards her armpits. She continues to jump, her belly forcing its way free, her ass inching its way out, her breasts easing to the sides of her body as her natural form emerges from the constricting clothing. With the final leap, her skirt rips in the back, exposing her pale, hairy ass cheeks. She giggles again and stops, then says "oops."

I smile and spread my arms wide, and step forward, my white semen oozing cock pointed directly at the tight pussy formed by the upper extremities of her trapped, fat breasts. As our bodies mesh, she wraps her thick, hair coated arms around my toned waist, and I instinctively hump my thick cock up into her inverted cleavage, towards her thick, sweat ringed neck. She buries her face into my torso, moaning, as I wrap my arms around her head, petting her like a lost animal come home. Two jerks later and I'm spurting semen into her breast-pussy, and the embrace doesn't end. 

Stepping back, my cock stays erect as I watch the trail of thick white cum run down the rise of her full, bloated belly. She farts again and turns to the bags of food laid out on the table. 

"Its breakfast time daddy, today I got hamburgers, fries and small apple pies. I love burgers and fries for breakfast, don't you?"

I nod and watch in amazement as she waddles over, ignoring the spill of man-seed running down her belly. Her torn mini-skirt showing a beautiful dark cleft in the back, her ass crack an inviting hairy pussy squeezed together by the remainder of the fabric. Without thinking I follow her to the table, and slide the slick tip of my cock directly into that hypnotic dark crack.

As she begins to smash food into her face, smearing ketchup and bits of cheese into her girl-beard, I begin to force myself deeper into her slick, rank, hairy ass-crack. I'm seeking the hole, something she senses and begins to help while grabbing fistfuls of fries and pushing them against the pile of burger that fills her mouth. Her borderline insane eating habits only fuel the liquid fire in my balls, as I ask her breathlessly "Baby, you push the food into your face like a fucking animal, you always eat that way?" 

She snorts like a cartoon pig and gurgles "No, but ever since I started doing this for you it's way more fun to eat like a pig." She chokes and gurgles again "I learned not to chew, and just push it all down my mouth. It's so much more fun to eat like this!" She gurgles in pleasure and rams more down her throat hole, small burps of air escaping as she deep-throats her meal.

I gasp, the erotic heights of the moment crashing into my brain's pleasure center in a way that could only be outdone by the most powerful of opiates. Gritting my teeth and forcing my aching cock deeper into her sweat choked ass crack I ask her "Baby, can you rub the food on your face for me? Rub a fist full of fries on your pretty fat face before shoving it in your mouth?"

She gorfs down another wide mouthful of bread covered meat and then hacks, snorting bits of food and mucus out of her nose. "Yeah daddy, that sounds fun, watch."

As she arches her back more, tearing the already sundered miniskirt and parting her hot, dark ass for my questing cock. With a moan she opens the second bag and grabs two small apple pastries, one in each chubby, greased up fist. Snorting with glee she rubs the pies on her face, breaking the thin crust and oozing golden brown sauce onto her face. Eyebrows thick and hairy are blessed with cinnamon and sugar, flaky pastry dough lodges itself in her nostrils only to be snorted in. With a final gurgle of animal pleasure she opens her maw and pushes them into her cheeks, not trying to swallow. She reaches back into the first bag and secures a handful of golden brown fries. 

Gurgling something that could have been "Watch this daddy." she shoves the ends of the fist full of fries up against her wide, long nose, smashing the golden potato sticks into her mucus choked breathing passages. I begin to tremble at this display of here to unknown carnal fuck-frenzy, and ejaculate again into her wet, sticky ass-pussy. She attempts to snort the fist full of fries into her long, wide nose, sniffing them like a perverted parody of someone smelling a bouquet. Gurgling from the one hole she has left to breathe with, cheeks puffed with the remains of the twin apple pies, she giggles as she exhales from her nose into the fries. Out of her nose flows first air, then mucus filling the fist full of fries with yellow, thick, chunky goop. The mucus that she saved up for a week for me, the sickness born of weeks of exposure to the cold, she expels for me as I watch in awe. Yellow and rancid, she wetly and throatily forces an explosion from her nose, using the handful of delicious fried potato as the world's most perverse handkerchief. 

My cock doesn't weaken, the show that she is putting on is beyond my sickest wildest dreams and I am on a natural Viagra high. I grab two handfuls of her thick black hair as she begins to swallow the apple pie, then the snot coated french fries. Gasping from her momentarily clear mouth she says "oh god daddy, I am in heaven. Can I go to the bathroom?" 

I smile and shudder from my toes to my head, and say "Yeah baby, go to the bathroom."

She pauses, then noticing that I am not moving, understands... she smile and realizes that I am not attempting to un-lodge my still throbbing cock from her sticky dark asshole. Bracing herself against the table she begins to push, a dark wet ammonia scent ripping into the air.

As her vitamin and nutrient rich urine begins to rain down, soaking the tatters of her mini skirt, I feel something body-hot push against the head of my cum coated cock. I look down, with two fists full of her thick Italian hair, and say to myself "Oh god, yes."

She tosses her head like a defiant horse and says "Yes daddy, finally, that big thing is going to get out of me. The laxative you gave me is working, and I feel it moving. Grab it daddy, grab it for me."

I release her hair as if in a dream, watching myself from a third person point of view. She reaches back in slow motion and yanks the remains of her dress up her wide, hairy ass, and lets it rest on her lower back. Freed, her ass cheeks spring wide, her ass crack parting wetly like the mouth of a primordial carnivorous plant. Strings of my second orgasm spread around a round sphere, a brown globe that pushes its way out... spreading her veiny pink and purple anus like a bat wing. 

"Oh daddy it feels so good, I'm cumming... help me get it out daddy."

I watch myself cup my hands under the end, as she orgasms and shudders, pushing this cement-like round brick from her body. The orgasms force small squirts of urine out the front, and little spurts of air out the back. This gives me an idea, and I say to her "Baby, push your stomach into the table."

She complies, heaving her bulk up and forward, jamming her wide full belly up onto the desk. The effect is immediate, the large invader that was formed layer by layer inside her warm, hot ass-womb lurches forward and lands with a meaty THUMP on the floor of the hotel room. 

Our panting fills the room as she turns, her stretched anus retracting in satisfaction. We both stare at the steaming, multicolored, thick shit-log that landed on the floor between us. We lock eyes as we move our faces close together... this may have begun as a job, a way to make money and satisfy a fetish, but as a couple embraces in love over a newborn child, we both hug and know, deep down inside, that we have found our soul mate. As I force my tongue deep into her food coated mouth and she does the same to mine, I know that I will never find another person who fits my perverse mind's curves so completely.

And she, well, she just wants to have fun.

To Be Continued.



What Would You Do? Ch. 02



After our insane, reality altering weekend in that hotel, everything was different. We met two more times, each more insane than the last, until I finally couldn't help myself and asked her to move in with me. She said that she needed to see me on camera, and that she had something to tell me.

That Friday I dreaded coming home, and clicking the Skype icon almost physically hurt me. What could my fuck-puppet need to tell me, she said it in such a serious way? The window opened and she was online, as usual, and we started our conversation as we normally do - with a "Hi."

I waited a few beats before asking "So, what did you have to tell me?"

By way of reply an incoming video call request popped up. I accepted, and was greeted by a familiar sight - my slut-whore cramming pizza into her face, two slices at a time. She mumbles past the cheesy, bread mass that is clogging her mouth hole something that could have been "hold on" and continued trying to cram a log of sauce dipped cheese-bread down her throat. I watched lovingly as her downy girl-beard, soaked in bright red sauce, slipped into her gaping mouth along with the last of the slice. She leaned her head back and showed me her neck. Along the bottom of her chin she had tattooed "Daddy's bitch" in curving, feminine script. As small runnels of sauce began to drip down her angular chin and obscure parts of the ultra-trashy chin tat, I watched her gullet expand and contract as the last of her snack passed down into her expansive belly.

I smiled and commented "That's beautiful baby, did you get that for me?"

Snorting red sauce tinged mucus from her long, wide, pointed nose she kept her head tilted back. I watched in awe as the twin snot-rockets ran down the sides of her round face and continued down the side of her lightly furred neck. She grinned, looking down her nose at the camera and said "Yeah daddy, I got it last week and wanted to wait for it to heal before showing you. Do you really like it? You don't think it's too much?"

Grinning I say "No way baby it's beautiful. Is that what you wanted to show me?"

She smiles and lowers her rotund face to the camera, once again leveling her sweat moist brow. She licks her thick lips and replies "No daddy, that's not it. I know you want to move in together, I got your message, but there's something you need to know about me."

I take a deep breath and steady myself for the inevitable. She continues "I don't... I don't live alone here. The money you've been giving me has been going to help care for someone very special to me, like I am to you."

I force a smile and hazard a guess "Do you have a child, baby?"

She grins and replies "Almost, daddy. I take care of my sister."

My mind goes blank for a second as the impact of this statement washes over my brain. She cares for another woman... someone from her genetic line that is somehow in a lesser position? I recover and ask "Is she your younger sister?"

Shaking her sauce splattered face she replies "No daddy, she's my older sister, but she can't really do much for herself. Do you want to meet her?"

I smile and ask "Can I? Will she come on camera?"

She says "Sure daddy, she's been here the whole time." Turning her head to the left she says to someone off camera "Cmere Reesa, come say hi to computer daddy."

From off camera slides a peach colored beach ball, capped with a curious pink point. It takes my brain a second to register that behind her seated form is a breast so large, that it dwarfs the woman in camera. Slowly another one appears beside the first, both centering themselves behind the woman on screen. Breasts so massive and heavy, I can see their owner's pulse in the thick blue veins that spread out stained-glass like from the nipples. I gasp in shock and awe, the effort of comprehension causing my body to enter flight or fight mode. Two large knuckled hands enter the screen, and slide under the massive, lightly pulsating mountains. As I gape uncontrollably, they heft the breasts up, and lower them onto the shoulders of the woman who dominates the center of the window. 

She shoulders the weight of the twin, massive, veiny mounds with what seems to be no effort, giggling. From the top of the screen lowers a face, and with this revelation I begin to shake. The face that enters the screen is a vision of beauty, writ large. An artist's cross between Penelope Cruz and Charlize Theron, with a dash of Jennifer Lopez thrown in, she smiles her large, perfectly balanced face and says in a voice too deep for those features "Hi Computer Daddy."

I try to hide the shake in my voice as I reply "Hey, computer baby... how are you today?"

She displays a blank idiot grin and replies "We LOVE you computer daddy! You bring the food and the cool air!"

I look to my baby and ask "What does she mean cool air?"

She giggles and says "With the money you gave us, I ordered an AC for every room. It's really been great here with all the good air."

Looking down at her younger sister, the beautiful amalgamation of beauty asks "Show show?" 

Her sister looks into the camera and says "One second daddy, she wants some pizza."

I watch as she again stuffs two slices into her mouth, widening her gape until the entire slices can fit. She masticates loudly and messily, squirts of sauce hitting her massive sister's cheek. As my cock forces itself from my boxer-briefs she widens her mouth even more, leaning it back like a baby bird. I whisper to myself "no... no fucking way..." as the older sister, mountainous breasts layered atop her younger sister's shoulders, leans in and scoops out the red cheese and bread mixture with a thick, wide serpentine tongue. With a combination of lick and slurp, similar to a great jungle cat, she removes the mass from her younger sister's mouth, and begins to smash it to bits behind her absolutely perfect lips.

Looking back to the camera my baby says "We don't always eat like that, but sometimes she likes to get what I'm getting... we share almost everything."

Reesa looks into the camera again and says "Bye computer daddy." before pulling her head up and out of frame, followed by the sucking removal of her massive, full veined, mountainous breasts from her sister's round shoulders.

I stare into the camera with all of the seriousness of a hostage negotiator and ask "How much to meet you both." 

She smiles and replies "Oh no daddy, you don't have to pay to meet Reesa, she's part of me and I'm part of her. If you want her to come along, you just have to ask."

I look at her with awe and ask "Why haven't you said anything about your big sister before? She's pretty amazing, you know?"

She smiles and says "You never asked, daddy." She then inhales deeply through her mouth, puffing her cheeks out. Forcing the air out through her elongated nostrils, she emits a steady, thick stream of yellow, thick mucus. Part of our ongoing deal is that she never tries to heal herself when she gets sick, and only encourages any sickness to epic levels. This current head-cold is extreme; forcing her to expel whatever is clogging her head up in order to taste the food.

From off camera a low question is heard, and she opens her eyes. "Daddy, Reesa wants to know if she can eat some."

Questioningly I ask "Eat some of what, baby? Pizza?"

She smiles and says "No daddy, some of my nose food. She wants to eat some but knows that you're watching."

With my mouth open I inhale deeply, then ask "So you feed her from your nose, baby?"

With a troubled frown she asks "Yeah, since that time where you had me blow my nose into my food while we were eating dinner, remember? Steak and Snot?" she chuckles in an imitation of my own happy laugh.

I shake my head and watch the twin streams of thick, gooey mucus grind to a halt in her light girl-mustache. "Sure baby, let Reesa eat, I don't mind."

From off camera again comes the large, perfect visage of beauty that is Reesa. Her face enters the screen and dominates it, large perfectly proportioned features shocking me again with their otherworldly beauty. She turns towards her sister who pushes a little more from her nose, then leans in. Wrapping her delicate, large mouth around her sister's face she attaches to her nose and upper lip, fully encompassing both parts of her sister's facial anatomy. 

With a giggle my baby says "Suck Reesa, suck!" and Reesa does, suctioning up the mess that glommed into her sister's mustache and then bearing down like a predator. A large hand enters the frame and wraps around the back of her sister's head, bracing her so that she can't move back.

The younger sister giggles with her open mouth and says "Harder Reesa, harder!" and begins to wrinkle her face up in an effort to help. From the camera I hear a sound very similar to what a straw makes when you attempt to suck up the last of a cup of soda, a deep, throaty, wet sucking sound that comes from the younger sister's open mouth. Reesa is vacuuming her sister's sinuses, extracting all of what remains inside like a bear lapping at an almost empty bowl of honey.

Her head is pulled towards her sister with the force of the suction as I stare, watching yet another unheard of display of animal energy. Reesa finishes, removing her face and withdrawing from the camera. Around my baby's face is a red welt, a hickey that encircles her nose and half of her face. Without pausing she reaches off camera and shoves another slice into her wide mouth, cramming it in whole before attempting to chew. As she mumbles and moans I hear her break wind, a wet ripping sound that goes on for a few seconds. As she gloms the food around inside of her wide open mouth, she inhales and exhales experimentally through her nose, then smiles big. Finishing the single slice she gulps the mass of food down, and then grins off camera. 

"Reesa, you really cleared my nose holes up! Thank you sister! Give me kissies!"

Reesa leans in again, her perfect dirty-blonde hair swaying in the breeze of unseen air conditioners. They lock lips, two sisters who could not be further polar opposites, sucking at each other's mouths with a passion tinted with love. Reesa slaps her wide, muscular tongue around inside of her sister's mouth, expanding her cheeks obscenely as she grinds up against her sister's food stained teeth. I orgasm as she begins to lick her sister's face like a dog, long strong wipes up her sisters lips, nose and eyes. I gasp in orgasmic pain as her sister opens her eyes and allows Reesa to scrub her thick rough tongue along her bare ocular organs, giggling as her blue eyes are raked by pink, swollen taste buds.

Reesa finishes her explorations by wiping her tongue along her sister's pimple laden forehead, sanding the surface energetically. My baby giggles as fattened pimples burst against her sister's taste organ, pushing her face into the pressure of her tongue. 

Turning back to the camera my baby asks "Did you like that daddy? Reesa and I play all kinds of games with her big tongue. If you liked that we can do more for you."

I gasp and swallow with a click. "Baby that was so good, I think I almost came two times back-to-back. Reesa always cleans your face like that?"

Smiling she replies "Yeah daddy, we clean each other like pretty kitties. Watch this daddy." 

My jaw falls open as I wrap my fist around my post-orgasm cock, securing a death-grip on it. On screen my baby is rising, and turning to the side. Bending over I'm greeted with a side view of her round, hairy ass. I begin to breathe hard, like one who has just ran a quarter mile in the heat. My heart begins to pound as I anticipate what is about to unfold on the screen, but my wildest imaginings could not have prepared me for the act of sisterly depravity that I was about to witness.

From off camera I hear the command "Reesa, EAT." 

With the speed of a savanna lioness Reesa darts her large, perfect head into the frame and buries it, tongue first, into the round, pimple spotted globe in front of her. With a squeal she continues "Reesa, tongue eat, tongue eat!"

Reesa gapes her mouth wide, and shoves her thick, full tongue into her sister's rectum, burying her face heedless of the need to breathe, in between twin pillows. Reesa eats, and eats, her face moving up and down, shaking her sister's ass cheeks with the force of her appetite. From off camera I hear "Watch this daddy, Reesa is a hungry girl."

I hear a grumble, and a groan, followed by Reesa's deep, bass moan. She emits the sound of a cow giving birth, muffled by a pair of dense, fat laden ass-cheeks. I breathlessly ask the screen in front of me "What are you doing baby, what is Reesa doing?"

"She's eating daddy, I'm feeding her all the food I ate this week." 

I'm watching Reesa pump her head forward and back, forward and back with the effort of her thrusts. Her thick throat is pulsating as she, like her sister, gorges on food without chewing. Food that has sat for days inside her sister's body, softening and fermenting into a nutrient rich meal, the world's most natural energy bar. 

I lean my chair back and behold the produce of my efforts. It has been an incredibly long road to get here, but now I am watching two sisters engage in the absolute most primal, taboo act that has ever graced this planet. 

I hear from off-screen "Reesa, stop." and she does, pulling her tongue from her sister's asshole with a wet sucking sound. Around Reesa's absolutely beautiful mouth is a ring of brown saliva, which she quickly laps up with a circular motion of her pink, fat tongue. Waving quickly at the camera, Reesa moves off to the side again, and her sister regains her throne, smiling brightly.

"Did you like that daddy? We do that sometimes when I forget to order food for Reesa and she's still hungry, she just eats mine again. Did I do good, daddy?"

I nod in disbelief and say "Yeah baby, you did good. You have made daddy the happiest man to ever live, do you know that?"

She giggles and says "I know daddy, you tell me every week how happy you are with me. I don't know why, we are just playing and having a good time."

From off camera I hear a low rumble; Reesa is saying something to her sister. She turns, then turns back to the camera "Daddy, we have to go, Reesa needs to use the bathroom and that takes two to do. Can we talk later?"

A part of me wants to witness the insane vision that must be gigantic Reesa relieving herself, but I realize that this will happen, in person, another day. 

I smile and nod, and say "Of course baby, we can talk later. Have fun; don't forget to take your vitamins."

She smiles and waves, then says "Bye daddy." from off camera I hear a low "Bye 'puter daddy" 

I close the window and lean back, spent and amazed at my incredible fortune. Next Friday is going to be earth shattering; I'd better start preparations now.



I'm going to have fun with Reesa.



What Would You Do? Ch. 03



After seeing what Reesa could do, I could not stop bothering her sister to set up a group meeting. At first I asked casually, trying to set something up the next Friday. Her sister would say yes, and then have an excuse for not showing up. I know when I'm being played, and confronted her about it... she just pretended not to know what I was talking about.

I delayed the next week's payment out of spite, wondering what she would do then. True to form I got a message that evening asking to speak. I opened up Skype and logged in, feeling like things would be getting back to normal - how wrong I was.

As the window opened I noticed that she was online, but for the first time in our fucked up relationship, her status was set to away. This means that her computer was on; she was signed in, but left her computer unattended just long enough for it go to idle. As I watched, the indicator next to her name switched from away to available, so I double clicked, initiating a video call. 

The window that opened showed a beautiful face, smooth, unmarred by worry or cares. Reesa's big face filled the frame, smiling with the serenity only the empty-headed could muster. I smile back and ask her where my baby is, her sister. Reesa tents her brow and replies.

"She's in our room with the other daddy."

At first I was shocked, taken back by this sudden news. Another man, in the house that I pay for? Enjoying the air conditioning that I funded? I tried not to show my anger, jealousy and rage but Reesa picked up on it with all the astuteness of a child.

"Computer daddy are you ok?" 

I smile and reply "Yeah baby, I just... didn't know she had another daddy. Has she been in there long?"

Reesa grins and tilts her large, beautiful head back, and then emits a cawing, imitating screech "OHH YEAHHH DADDYYY" She lowers her face and grins, amused at her own wittiness. I smiled on the outside, but inside I'm on fire.

I have my answer, and before I can act I hear a door open and then close in the background. As Reesa turns in her chair I hear a male voice say "Who you chattin' with baby girl?"

Into the frame peeks a shaven brown head, furrowed brows hiding a pair of suspicious eyes. Images of murder flash through my mind as I recall the scene again, my ex-wife peeking from underneath a similar brown bulk. He focuses bleary eyes on the screen and says "Yo, who dis?"

Smiling grimly I reply "I'm your daddy, motherfucker."

Lowering his brow he replies "What? Bitch I'm your fucking daddy, who the hell are you?"

I shake my head and reply "No, you're the bitch... you're living in the house that I pay for, fucking the girls that I made good again. That's my fucking AC you're breathing in, bitch."

Pushing Reesa to the side my lover's lover takes the seat, shoving wide, well muscled shoulders into the small webcam frame. Shaking his head he replies "Oh shit, it's you... the motherfucker that made all this possible. She's been hiding me from you; I guess I kind of fucked up, huh?" He grins and looks me straight in the eye, then asks "How's my cum taste, motherfucker?"

I smile, feeling a burst of energy as the game is back on. I point at the camera and say "I can make it all go away, keep pushing me."

He looks down, then around... no doubt cataloging everything that can go away. He refocuses on the screen, and then asks "yeah, but you won't, will you? You need these bitches, just as much as I do."

I shake my head and reply "I need them, but I don't need you."

A light dawns in his muddy brown eyes as he asks "What the fuck does that mean, man?"

I nod and say "Yeah, you know what that means. I tell them to cut the shit, and they do. One word from me, Bitch, and your gravy train stops at the next station."

Pressing his full lips together into a thin line, he pauses and thinks carefully about his next words. Nodding slowly, he asks "So what do I have to do? Say sorry?"

My cock hardens as I realize that I have this man, who looks so much like the first one, right where I want him. 

I smile and reply "First, I want you to take a look at this dick, and tell me what you think."

I stand and display my thick, hard, long dick. I hear Reesa say off to the side "oooh" before I give it a squeeze, then sit back down. On screen my new friend winces, and asks "Nigga you gay? Why you showing off your dick to me? I don't like that shit."

I adjust my erection under the desk and reply "That's not what I asked. What do you think?"

Shaking his shaven head he replies "I think you got fucking problems, that is what I think."

Smiling grimly I say into the camera "Reesa baby, go get sister for me."

Immediately he shoots out a thickly muscled arm, stopping what I can only assume to be Reesa off camera. Staring wide eyed into the camera he blurts "Aiight, aiight... damn. I'll play your sick game. I think your dick looks hard, ok? That shit looks hard." Shaking his head he looks into the camera, daring me to ridicule him for noticing that my dick is hard.

Smiling I nod, and reply "I know it looks hard, but I want you to say that you think my dick looks good."

He looks down, then off camera, and then mumbles in a low voice "I think your dick looks good."

I smile and say "Good, good boy. We're going to be good friends, you and I, just as long as you remember who I am and what happens when I'm not happy."

Adjusting my cock again I continue and ask "Have you been fucking Reesa too?"

He nods and smiles, happy to be back in comfortable territory. "Yeah, that pussy is tighter than a motherfucker."

I suppress another outburst of rage and ask "And her sister, you're fucking her too?"

He nods and replies "Yeah nigga, you heard Reesa make fun of how loud she screams. I wax that ass almost every fucking day, what... you jealous?"

His taunt further solidifies my resolve as I reply "No, not jealous, much. Listen; do you know where we go when we have our dates?"

He looks down and then back up to the computer screen "Yeah, a nice hotel somewhere downtown. She always comes back smelling real good, like expensive shampoo. You going to take her there again?"

He begins to rise in his seat, and I interrupt him "No, not her... you. I have an idea, and if you don't want to have to run out and get a 9 to 5 desk job, you'll play along."

Twisting his face into an apelike mask he replies "Yo nigga I ain't doing no gay shit, you hear me?" Slamming one meaty fist into the desk he raises his voice "I ain't DOING no GAY shit, you fucking PUSSY!"

I shake my head and smile, waiting a few beats before asking "You're not going to meet me?"

He shakes his head no, and then begins to bargain "You can meet Reesa finally, I know you've been trying to set that up. Hell, ill drive them both to the spot, Ok?"

I smile and ask again, slower "Are you saying that you are not going to meet me there, in the hotel?"

He presses his thick lips together again, feeling the weight of his next words. Exhaling, he asks "Why do you want to meet me there? Do you want me to bring them, to fuck in front of you?" The last words were said with hope, a dying hope that he knows... somehow you always know when someone is plotting to fuck you.

I smile and ask again, a third time. "Are you going to meet me, in the hotel, for some gay shit?"

He shakes his head a third time and says "No, no I can't do that shit. Anything else but that, I might end up fucking you up."

I nod and begin to rise from my seat, a symbolic gesture to show that I'm moving away from the table, and hence the deal. His eyes widen as I do, and he replies "wait, wait... just wait. What do you want to do?"

I smile and sit back down and then reply "Have Reesa text me your number, and give you the address. Be there in one hour, or these girls won't be hearing from me again. If they don't hear from me, they will turn to you - for EVERYTHING. Am I understood, Bitch?"

He grimaces at the use of his new nickname, but complies with a pain filled nod. The screen goes black as he wraps one meaty palm around the webcam's lenses, then closes as the session disconnects.

I close Skype and then stand, and pump my fist in the air. My heart is racing as my cock stabs my underwear, seeking release. I look down and think 'soon, soon... we're going to see what trouble we can get into.'

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I'm in the hotel room, on the bed, naked and waiting for my guest. He's a little late, but I have faith... his self interest will win out. I'm sure he thinks he can walk away from this meeting without giving me anything, maybe even squeeze some money out of me with his slick self.

He's going to squeeze something out, but it won't be money - not until I'm good and satisfied will the girls get paid.

I hear a knock at the door and get up, my rock hard fuck-pole bouncing in front of me. As I approach the door I take a deep breath, this will have to be handled with care until I can gain control of the situation.

I open the door and look into the stout, muscled black man's eyes. I lock eyes until he breaks the gaze, then looks down at my naked, toned body. His eyes linger on my stiff cock, the second time he's seen it - first time in person. He pushes my naked chest and steps into the room, trying to get by without letting my meat touch him. He stands at around 5'8", a bit taller than he looked on camera. 

As he moves past me, angling his body so that I don't touch him he says "Move nigga, with your gay ass. Why you brought me here, anyway?"

I turn slowly in the doorway, allowing my expression to relax. Keeping the door open I say in a neutral tone "Leave, now."

He stops his advance into the room and turns, looks me up and down, noticing my deflating cock. I had to think about something really disgusting to get it to go down; I conjured up the image of a puddle of vomit, ironically the only fetish that I cannot say that I do not enjoy.

He calculates his options, before sitting down on the edge of the bed wordlessly. I raise my eyebrows and then allow the door to swing closed behind me, before walking slowly closer. I stop a few feet away, close enough for him to see my dick but not close enough for it to be uncomfortable.

He looks up into my face and asks "So you got me here, you gay fuck, what do you want to talk about?"

Still trying to gain control of the situation, he tries to turn this into a talk... why would I be naked if I just wanted... never mind. I smile and allow my cock to rise again, conjuring up the mental image of my cock slapping his brown, shaven cranium.

I look at the muscular man on the bed and say one word "Stand."

He does, slowly and warily, his eyes darting from my face to my angry, swollen cock. I lock eyes with him again like a dog trainer attempting to establish dominance, and tell him "Good, now give me a hug."

I raise my arms in a welcoming gesture, and wait for him to come to me. He grimaces and looks down, then sits down again on the edge of the bed. Eyes resting on my precum-tipped cock he asks "You want me to suck your dick, is that what this is? I ain't never done no shit like that, but if you will throw in some extra money I'll fucking do it."

The threat of man to man intimacy is greater than the threat of another man's hard cock inside his mouth... that's interesting and something I'll file away for later. I remain standing with my arms out, allowing my face to slide from happy expectation into seriousness. He looks to my face, reading my reaction to his words, and then shakes his head. 

In one motion he stands and moves close, quicker than I expected, and wraps his arms tightly around my ribcage - a bear hug. With his hips tented back to avoid my erection he begins to apply pressure, angling his head to the side to avoid another uncomfortable situation. I brace myself and lower my arms over his shoulders, careful not to fully exhale under the pressure. He grunts and squeezes harder, attempting to break me and force me to say "no, not like that" or some other predictable reaction. I let my arms rest on his rounded shoulders, feeling them vibrate as he attempts to crack a rib or two. I step forward, shuffling our bodies closer as he presses his chest into mine, squeezing.

His reaction is almost immediate; he steps back in time, while attempting to keep the pressure on. I continue to breathe with control, never quite allowing my lungs to fully deflate and keeping my core tight. I step forward again, moving him closer to the bed and wait for his matching back step. He doesn't, I think he realized that I'm walking him towards the bed. His countermove is to attempt to swing me around, but with his feet so close to my body and his hunched position, he cannot summon up the torque. I push my hips forward, my cock pressing into his cold belt buckle. This motion causes my upper body to lengthen slightly, grinding my hairy chest against his left cheek.

He realizes that the bear hug has now become a tight embrace, and begins to release his grip. Before he can fully remove his arms, step back and regain his balance, I quickly loop my arms back and around under his, then encircle his body with them. Shrugging my shoulders I force his arms up and atop, while humping my hips in order to get my cock facing up against his stomach. He grunts in recognition of the position he is now in - off balance, pressed tightly into a naked man, with his arms raised awkwardly up and above. I nestle my face into his sweaty neck, inhaling the scent of... cologne?

What man going to meet another man in a hotel applies cologne beforehand?

In reply to the pressure of my face against his neck I feel and answering swell against the side of my hard dick, his. I whisper into his neck "Hug me right, or go home, now."

I release his ribcage and allow him to once again lower his arms to a more comfortable position, this time wrapping them around my lower ribs and placing his paws against my lower back. He keeps his neck stiff, holding his face away from mine, fearing a kiss. 

I smile and tell him "Oh stop being such a scaredy-cat, relax. It's just a hug."

With those words he allows his head to rest on my shoulder, facing away from mine. I snuggle in, feeling his erection grow underneath his cotton t-shirt against mine.

As our bodies become accustomed to one another, I say close to his ear "See, not so bad, just a hug."

He shakes his head a little and replies "Yeah, but I can feel your dick against my stomach."

I nod against his neck and answer "And you know that I can feel your big dick rubbing up next to mine."

He doesn't answer back, but I feel his thickness pulse as he cannot help his body's natural reaction to the warmth and pressure of another.

In a low voice he asks "So, what now... you just want to hug all night?"

I nod again against his scented neck and ignore his question by softly asking my own "Why did you put cologne on tonight, bitch?"

He attempts to pull away at the use of the name, but I grasp him tighter for a second before he relaxes again against my body. Turning his head to face mine he attempts to lock eyes with me, but can't and ends up just looking at the side of my head. "Don't call me that, aiight? It's hard enough coming here and doing all this other shit, I don't need you calling me out my name like that."

I slip my hands under the back of his t-shirt, pressing my palms against his bare skin. He struggles again briefly before relaxing - objection noted and ignored. I whisper into his neck "Do you want to go? I can let you go, if that's what you want."

He shakes his head no, and says "Naw, I'm not saying that... I'm just saying there's no need for the disrespect. I came out here didn't I?"

I feel his pulse in the thick pole of meat pressed against my body quicken as I reply "It's not disrespect; it's a term of endearment. That name means that you are mine, and that I want to take care of you. Is that bad?"

He relaxes, pressing his cheek into my shoulder again with his face turned away from mine. "I don't need you to take care of me, I can get mine. I'm just here for those girls; you can't stop what you're doing for them."

I smile and rub his back a little, sliding my hands up and then back down. "You don't want me to take care of you?"

He shakes his head again with his cheek pressed into my skin, and replies "Naw, I got me. You don't need to do nothing for me."

His body begins to tremble a little as I reply "But I want to take care of you bitch. You're my fucking bitch, and I want to make you happy."

He struggles a little more violently now, reverting his embrace into a bear hug. On better footing now, he has solid ground to swing us both around, and begins to plant his feet to slam me into the floor. Feeling his momentum shift I slip my hands out of the rear of his shirt, and down around to the front where they immediately encounter a thick, hot, slimy mess.

He freezes, the sudden unexpected gesture causing him to recalculate his next move. He realizes that if he slams me, he's going to come down atop me and with his hard, aroused cock in my hands that might end up being a little more than what he was going for. In reply I begin to slowly rub my twin thumbs up the bottom of his cock-head, and up to the precum coated slit, and then back down. As he freezes like a deer in the headlights, his cheek still pressed into my shoulder, I use the remaining fingers to grip his wide shaft, while continuing the motions with my strong thumbs. Up and over, then back down, spreading his pre-semen around.

Into his neck I again whisper "You don't want me to take care of you, bitch?"

By way of reply his breathing deepens, and his embrace once again loosens, allowing me the freedom to re-position my hands. I move my head back and say "Look at me, bitch."

I watch as he unsticks his cheek from my shoulder skin and then cranks his thick neck back, locking eyes with me once his head is in front. I wrap one fist around the top of his thick, pulsating cock and the other around the base, squeezing tightly. As we stare into each other's eyes in a mixture of surprise and something akin to loyalty, I say "Don't you look away."

I speed up the hand motions, using his dick-spit as lubrication while sliding one hand down, seeking his ball sack. He parts his lips slightly as his breathing speeds up, his cock swelling even further in my slick, strong hands. Looking into his widening eyes I say again "Don't you look away, don't you dare look away."

His hips begin to hump forward into my fists, seeking release. I pause in my jerking, and squeeze tight, cutting the blood supply and freezing him. Staring into his eyes I ask "Who is my bitch."

He shakes his head, lips pressed together tightly. Sweat beads his brow as he is caught on the knife-edge of orgasm, knowing that the right answer will bring him something that he's never had before. I ask again "Who the fuck is my bitch?"

He mumbles "Me."

I arch my eyebrows and squeeze tighter, a pressure that I know is both pleasurable and painful against his rock hard fuck-stick. I ask again, and he replies with a clear mouth "Me, I'm your bitch." 

I smile and release my grip, allowing him to hump up and into my fist again. As I hold his cock he begins to cum, his thick penis pulsating in time to his body spasms and gasps. Locking eyes, I watch his eye struggle to maintain focus as I milk his dick, the aftershocks of this unexpected orgasm making his body tense against mine, his breath come in short, quick hitches.

"Unggh..." he moans, eyes refocusing on mine. His cock begins to soften in my hands, and his face takes on a more serious tone. Before he can wriggle out of this uncomfortable situation I give him no choice, and release his cock, stepping back. He gasps unconsciously, not expecting that move, and stands unprotected. I quickly walk to the bed and jump up, landing in a seated position at the head, legs flat on the bed.




What Would You Do? Ch. 03



"Take off those clothes and come sit." I command, waiting for him to recover from the suddenness of the last two maneuvers. He turns slowly, recognition dawning in his eyes. I stop his reaction again by saying "Don't worry, you don't have to suck me off or anything like that. Just get naked and come here, sit with me."

He nods slowly and warily, and then pulls his shirt off over his head. Gingerly he removes the sodden shirt, careful not to smear his own cum-wad up against his face as he slips if over his head. Shirt removed he lays it flat over the arm the small couch that every mid-range hotel seems to include. With his shirt removed he looks at me as if to ask 'bottoms too?' and I nod. He removes his jeans, then his boxers, exposing his long, deflated penis.

He walks over to the bed and sits on the edge, nude and hunched over. "Come here and sit between my legs, facing away from me." He looks to his right, locking eyes with me as if to say 'if we do this, there's no turning back.' I nod and he crawls up onto the bed, on all fours. As he nears me I spread my legs and scoot up higher, placing a pillow behind my back, against the wall. He flips over and sits down between my legs, his back almost touching my rapidly leaping cock. With a final push back, he makes contact, and I slide my arms around his waist as my dick slips up the arch of his spine.

With a sigh he settles back, resting on my chest. "You know, this isn't that bad... I thought you wanted to rape me or something. This is kind of nice, as long as it stays between us two."

Speaking softly into his ear I reply "It is nice, and I would never rape you. Who is my bitch?"

He grins and replies "Me, I'm your fucking bitch. Does that make you happy?"

I pull him back into my body, forcing my stone hard cock harder against the base of his spine. "What do you think, bitch? That fat thick thing fucking your back wouldn't be so hard if I didn't love to hear you say it."

Looking to the side he meets my eyes, breaking the stare occasionally to glance down at my lips. "You umm, you want me to do anything with that? Like you did for me?"

I reach around and begin to slowly stroke his flaccid cock, while cradling his emptied ball sack with the other. Looking into his eyes as they begin to glaze over, I reply "Give me a kiss, and I'll tell you."

He hesitates and then leans his head towards mine, pursing his lips. I pull my head away and look at his mouth with raised eyebrows. He signs and relaxes his lips, and I move my head forward. Our kiss is rough, wet and deep, strong tongues forcing their way inside, fighting for space. As we tongue fuck each other's mouths his cock hardens again in my hand, thickening into a soda-can wide pipe. I slap it upwards into his flat stomach, causing him to groan into my mouth.

He breaks the kiss and looks forward, then down at his fat, hard dick as it whaps up against his lower belly. I begin to hump my cock up and down against his spine, my precum lubricating a wet trail. Still looking down he says "Yo that feels real good, keep going I'm gonna cum again."

I begin to put force into it as he spreads his legs wider, raising his knees to match mine. I whisper into his ear "I'm going to cum all over your back."

"Do it, I don't give a fuck, cum all over my back - I'm about to bust too."

I switch grips and begin to jerk his thick cock, milking his hot shaft and making his cockhead bulge. He groans into my ear as I coax another thick, hot load from his hard, golfball sized testicles.

I pause, freezing the action and casing him to look at me with surprise. With his trembling, almost inch long cock in my hand I tell him "wait, I want to try something really special. Get on your knees in front of me, and pass me the KY"

Bewildered but trusting, he looks around until he spots the KY Jelly on the bed, and hands it hesitantly back to me. He then crawls forward and gets on his knees, massive cock dangling between his thick, muscular thighs. 

"Ok this may feel a little weird, but I promise you this'll be amazing."

I lube up my hands with KY and pull his cock back towards me, cocking it at a 180 degree angle. With his thick balls perched teasingly above his shaft, I begin to jerk his massive black tool, pulling it back towards me - milking him like a stud bull.

"Ohhh shit..." he says through clenched teeth, arching his thick ass in pleasure."That... that shit feels good... oh my fuck. Keep going I'm going to bust so hard!"

Shuddering, he begins to almost pant as I pick up the pace, whipping my palms back and forth along the length of his straining, rock hard cock. Gripping and pulling as I work his manhood, I watch his huge ball sack tighten in preparation for a massive orgasm. As precum drips down from the head of his overextended dick I ask him "Who is my bitch?"

Throatily he replies "Me, I'm your... I'm your bitch."

With a smile I squeeze his pulsating cock and tell him "Call me daddy."

A tremor passes from his aching cock, up his spine and stops at the base of his skull as he replies "Yes daddy."

As I resume the milking, squeezing motion I ask my bitch "Are you ready to fucking cum, bitch?"

With a deep breath he whispers "Yes daddy I'm ready to cum."

I nod, and say "Ok you fucking bitch, cum for daddy."

With clenched teeth he arches his back as his balls contract. In my hands his thick cock comes to life, swelling with the pressure of a massive nut. In a warm, thick gush his second orgasm of the day emerges and rushes down to the stain the bed-sheets, dollop after dollop of hot, off-white man stew. He gasps rapidly as his body shivers and shudders, his cock pulsating in rhythm to his abdominal contractions. As the flow of man-juice slows I release his thick cock, allowing it to swing down and hang once again between his brown thighs. With a sign he rolls over and rests on his back, raising himself on his elbows to look at me.

With a grin he says "That was crazy, I ain't never cum that hard before." Allowing his glazed over eyes to rest on mine he continues "You, you didn't get to cum, right? Unless I missed it..."

I smile and pump my hips, forcing my still painfully erect cock up to slap into my belly. "No, I didn't get to cum, you didn't miss it. You liked what happened here, tonight?"

With no trace of shame he replies "Yeah, I did... does that make me gay?"

I smile and ask "Do you feel gay?"

He smiles back and replies "A little bit, but only for you... like I don't think other niggas are hot, now. I just like what you did here, the way you controlled the situation and all. Can I ask a question?"

I nod, and he continues "Why you doing this? I mean, I'm not complainin', that was the best fucking nut of my life, but why?"

I shake my head and reply "I don't really know, but... I know it makes me happy. This is the kind of shit I wanted to find online, you know when lookin' for porn... I got to the point where I needed to make the shit that I wanted to watch."

Glancing around he asks "...you recording this?"

I smile and say "Naw, it's all stored right up here." I lock eyes with my new bitch as I tap my temple softly with the tips of my first and second fingers.

He nods, understanding, and then asks "So... what now? You want me to suck your dick?"

I think about it, and then say "Naw, you had enough gay shit for tonight... I think it's time for you to get out of here."

His face falls and he replies "It's not gay... I just feel like shit for everything I did and then you go and treat me so fucking good there, you know?"

I nod and reply "Yeah, I know. We'll meet up again, don't worry." He sighs and shakes his head, looking like someone who just lost a bet. I smile and say "I'll tell you what, you come here, and suck on my big hard dick a little, and if you like it, then we can keep going. Sound fair?"

His face brightens up as he flips over and begins to crawl through the quickly cooling traces of his own semen, eyes lowering to the hard dick in front of him.

"Yeah, that sounds fair." he mumbles, as he moves his lips closer to the drop of clear semen that rests atop the slit in my dick. He stops just before widening his mouth around the head of my dick and looks up. He asks "Are you sure this isn't gay?"

I smile and look down, then reply "Yes, it's very gay... you are about to suck the cum out of my hard dick. Do you want to stop?"

He shakes his head and licks his lips "No, I want to do this."

"You want to do what?" I ask him, allowing warmth to creep into my voice.

He looks up and meets my gaze. "I want to suck the cum out of your big hard dick, daddy."

My cock jumps at those words, and I nod. He moves his face forward, lowering himself to his stomach to be eye to eye with my fat cock. He moans as he does, opening wide to embrace the most intimate part of me.

As his hot mouth accepts the head of my cock, and I smile at his eagerness to fit my dick into his face - this is going to be one hell of a virgin blowjob.

He starts giving his first blowjob by sucking at it like a giant lolly-pop, all lips and tongue, making smacking sounds with his mouth. He quickly learns how I like it when I grab his head and begin to pump, slowly, in and out of his skull. As I begin to slide my hot cock-head deeper into his mouth he gags, but does not pull back. He doesn't attempt to bite, doesn't even look up, just clenches his eyes and lets me slowly and firmly violate his throat.

As I deepen my cock's exploration into his food hole, he begins to splutter and choke, spraying frothy white saliva onto the base of my dick and down to my balls. I don't relent; only keep up steady pressure, in and out, pushing more and more into his gullet. I keep building up speed until I'm stabbing his man-throat, forcing him to gag and dry heave against the head my cum-oozing fuckstick.

Without warning I jam it deep into his mouth one last time and hold, my body going rigid as I spurt body-hot fuckjuice into his esophagus.

He gags as I cum, kicking back a creamy mixture of his throat saliva and my dick-spit, but doesn't pull back as his wide open mouth is violated. As my breathing returns to normal he keeps still, tongue extended, as I withdraw from his skull. I look down with a father's pride as he licks his lips like a good boy and sighs when I rest my sperm-slick cock atop his bald, shaven dome. 

We wrap things up after that, and as to be expected after I fucked his mouth hole he was angry, and rightly so. I had no mercy for his mouth-pussy, and while he complained, he said nothing during the act or as we cleaned up.

As we wait for the hotel elevator together, he is wiping his mouth as if disgusted, but I know he enjoyed gulping down mouthful after mouthful of my thick spunk. I know he enjoyed it, because as my cock ground my load into his tonsils, I heard him moan, way down in his throat. I know he loved it, because after I was done shaking and squirting hot cum into his mouth, he suckled at the head of my dick like a newborn baby. Eyes closed, drooling and moaning, he enjoyed every last drop of my man-milk. 

On the way down he insisted that we leave the hotel separately, and I agreed - on one condition. Whenever he comes to this hotel to meet me, he can never bring the girls. He frowned and tried to pretend that he didn't like that, but it was hard for him to hide his grin as we agreed... I may not hold him to those terms, who knows what the future holds.

******

The next time we met, he got to the hotel first. He managed to convince a hotel maid to let him in, and sat on the bed, fully dressed, until I came in. I was surprised and tried not to let it show on my face.

"Hey, what... you're early." I stumbled and recovered, then waited for his reply.

He sat on the bed, moody, looking down at the colorless hotel rug. Not really saying anything he remained motionless and silent until I moved to sit next to him on the bed. He raised one meaty hand out, looked up into my face and said "Wait, I have something to tell you, and I need you to hear it before we start... whatever you got planned."

I nodded and backed up, giving this obviously nervous man some space.

Swallowing, he begins. "So, after the last time, you know when we were together?"

I nod, and he continues "Yeah, and then you jerked me off from the back?"

I nod again, not knowing where he was going but liking the journey so far.

He shifts nervously on the bed and continues "Well, I told my boys about it, you know... friends I could really trust with anything."

My heart leaps in my chest at this unexpected development. As the adrenaline surges I try to maintain my cool, and ask "So what did your boys say?"

He shifts again, nervously, and then replies "Well, they all were like... shocked you know? At first, then they got curious. So I showed them some of the shit we did... the sitting naked, the hugging real hard, and that jerking off from the back shit."

It was my turn to swallow nervously, I had created a monster. "You did all that with your boys?" 

He looks down at the rug, and replies "Naw, just one or two, after everyone else left. We were there, sitting on the couch just watching TV, and my boy Kevin leans over and tries to kiss me. I smacked him out of reflex, you know? But then I like, I let him. My boy Freddy just stared as we started kissing, then pulled out his shit."

I point to the bed, and he nods, silently giving me consent to sit. "Continue, tell me what else happened."

Glancing over to check my facial expression, he continues "So, me and Kev are kissing real deep, eating each other's faces and shit, and Freddy comes over with his dick... and we both start to suck and lick it. Was some shit straight out of a porn flick, you would have loved it."

I nod, wondering where this was headed and feeling a little more than curious. He continues "So Freddy, he busts real fast watching two niggas he grew up with sucking his dick, and Kev and I... we just ate that shit up. Licking his cum off each other's lips and the whole nine."

I look at this man, this grown and very heterosexual male and wonder if this time I've finally gone a little too far. My porn obsession that grew into an all consuming desire to make my own, and then live my own porn, seems to be infectious. "Go on, finish your story."

He nods and swallows again, then continues in a dreamlike voice "So then, me and Kev we throw off our clothes and start to kiss while we play with each other's dicks and shit... while Freddy just watches and plays with his dick and cum. Like, he kept jacking it using his own cum as lube and that shit was getting all frothy and creamy... and he just kept going. Sounded like someone stirring a bowl of oatmeal, you know?"

I smile and nod, appreciating the very apt description. My cock was achingly hard and making its own little river of precum, but I didn't want to interrupt this impromptu story of ghetto lust.

He continues "So me and Kev we flip over, and start to 69, both sucking each other's dicks... and like that we both busted. I came in his mouth, and he came all over my face and mouth."

I interrupt softly, "All over your face? Why not inside your mouth?"

This grown man looks down bashfully and replies "I kind of wanted that to be only for you, if you feel me."

I could have hugged him, this muscular grown man, but I simply nodded in understanding, as if that was the most natural thing in the world - which apparently to this man it now was.

"So, after we came in each other's mouths we kind of made out a little longer, then Freddy joined in and we kissed three-way for a little while... then they left and I went to bed. But all that night I couldn't stop thinking about the crazy shit that just happened, and I kept bringing it all back to you, how you explained it all, and made it seem so normal. Even today they are texting me and asking if it's gay what we did, and I'm like naw niggas, it's just shit that we gotta keep to ourselves."

I nod and reach for his hand, which he withdraws immediately.

"See, stuff like that... holding hands? That would make me feel like I'm turning gay."

I smile and reply "Yeah, but I'm pretty sure you can't turn gay overnight. You either are or aren't, and I don't think any of you guys are. You just found... let's put it this way, you just found a new way to jerk off."

He stares at me with a profound new light in his brown eyes, then repeats my on the fly made-up bullshit. "It's like we found a new way to jerk off... yeah. Hol' on let me go text that to my niggas."

I watch this grown man in jeans and a jersey text a justification for homosexual sex to his friends, and smile. The potential for hours and hours of new fun have just landed themselves on my doorstep, and if I'm not careful I'll be excluded. I don't think that I want to be in the center of a Mandingo Orgy, but I sure would like to watch a bunch of straight guys go at it.

"So," I ask casually, "What did your boys say?" 

Looking up at me with all of the excitement of a kid on Christmas, he replies "They said that's exactly how they felt, not gay but just like they found a new way to jerk their dicks." 

He walks over to his sneakers and sits to put them on. I interrupt, trying to hide the panic in my voice "Where, where are you going? I thought we had some time together today."

With a shake of the head he replies "Naw, I can't today, not after what Kev just texted me. He said that he's been watching guys fuck online all day and his balls are full and shit... Freddy is already on the way over there. I gotta get moving if I want to catch some of that, but I ain't gonna leave you high and dry - there's a surprise for you in the bathroom."

He stomps out, slamming the door behind himself, leaving me with a hard dick and a frustrated feeling. Slowly I rise and walk to the small hotel bathroom, listening for something that could tip off the nature of this... surprise. I hear a wet dripping, and push open the door.

A rush of hot air brushes past me, steam when it hits the outer air. As the steam clears, I see a vision of primal lust, a woman with curves that defy all logic leans on the bathroom sink, beautiful long neck stretched, her face pressed close to the mirror. She's wielding a pair of tweezers, attempting to pluck near invisible hairs from her perfectly rounded chin. As the room cools down she says in a voice with an accent that is hard to place "Close the door, you're letting all the heat out."

Robotically I do, closing the bathroom door behind myself. I continue to admire this woman's body, the massive swell of her professionally enhanced breasts as they dangle, ripe fruit on nature's tree. She seems utterly focused on her tweezing activities, and I'm equally entranced by this seemingly magical event. As I open my mouth to ask the question, she makes a soft sound, something between a sigh and a grunt, and then the most beautiful thing I have ever beheld happens - from the side view of her perfect, round ass, a small, brown turtlehead emerges. As I watch the turtlehead that is peeking from behind the swell of her perfect ass grows, then begins to angle down, a perfect log of light brown, firm shit. Giving in to gravity it finally breaks off, falling to the tile floor with a light plop. She grunts in satisfaction, and puts the tweezers down on the sink edge.

Turning her flawless head to face me, I inhale sharply - her eyes are stunning, a rainbow combination of green and brown, with permanently tattooed on eyeliner that really makes them... hypnotic. It takes me a second to realize that she is talking, perched on the sink still. I clear my throat and ask "What sweetheart?"

She repeats "Your friend hired me for you, and said that you really like the sick stuff. Was I wrong to drop that turd right there?"




What Would You Do? Ch. 03



I shake my head in wonder and reply "No goddess, you were right. I like the sickest shit you can imagine, and probably some shit you can't. If all you got is a pretty little turd, you are way out of your element."

Smiling, she pushes again, her flawless toned body rippling like a constrictor bearing down on its prey. With another beautiful sigh-grunt, she forces another turtle head to emerge, this one longer and slightly slimmer than its predecessor. As it lands atop its brother on the floor, she unleashes a delicate stream of lemonade colored urine that flashes up and hits the underside of the sink before tapering off. Looking to the side at me again, she raises her eyebrows as if to say "What do you say now?"

I cross my arms and lean back against the door, as if to reply "Yeah, what else do you have?"

She maintains eye contact, and again tenses her beautiful, tight body. As I struggle to hold her absolutely magnificent gaze, she lowers her jaw and emits a gurgling stream of pudding colored vomit, which she lets flow over her perfectly bleached lower teeth, over her plump red lower lip, and down her tweezed, hairless chin. 

Hands-free vomiting? A neat trick, and she gets an eyebrow raise as reward - it's a neat trick, but does nothing for me after the sordid tale of Black on Black hetero-homo sex I just endured on the other side of this door.

She pouts, and stands, dusting imaginary dirt off her hands. Looking around for a towel she says "Well, that's my entire bag of tricks. You may be right, most guys with far out fetishes are putty in my hands after the first trick, and definitely after the second thing. I don't know what you are into, mister, but I'm pretty sure I haven't been paid enough up front to do it."

Thinking of watching Reesa voraciously eat the shit from her sister's ass on webcam as I watched breathlessly, I nod slowly. "Yeah goddess... the things that I'm into can't be bought, they have to be discovered. Don't worry about the cleanup, the hotel has my credit card on file and instructions to charge any extra cleanup straight to the bill. Stay as long as you want, when you're done just close the door."

As I go to open the door I feel a damp, delicate hand land on my shoulder. I turn and am blasted again by those beautiful eyes, eyes of a soul so much older than the body that presses close to me. She inhales then asks in a voice deep and still sensual "What is your thing? I have to know, call it professional curiosity."

Staring into those wells of eternity I cannot help but tell the stark truth, and lay out a list that would shrivel the hair of anyone but someone already dabbling in 'the scene'

"I'm into incest, weight gain, feederism, hair growth, hetero-homo sex and mentally handicapped women who have just enough mental facilities to make it to this hotel and back, and to operate a webcam."

She shudders and withdraws her now clammy hand from my shoulder, and says with a scowl "Mister, you're sick in the head."

I nod with a smile and reply "Yeah, but I'm happy, and that's what matters in the end, right?"

As she resumes her hunt for a clean towel, she replies over her shoulder "Yeah, I guess. See you around, huh?"

I nod as I open the door and step through, no further words need be said. It was a nice gesture, to go through all of the trouble to find someone that he considered sick enough for me. If he sat in on our sessions he would know that there is only one pair of women sick enough to make me cum, and they are at his place of residence.

Maybe it's time I paid my girls a visit at home.