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Snow White & The Seven Dwarves

By: Firesprite



Once upon a time in the middle of winter, when the flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the sky, a Queen sat at a window sewing, and the frame of the window was made of black ebony. And whilst she was sewing and looking out of the window at the snow, she pricked her finger with the needle, and three drops of blood fell upon the snow. And the red looked pretty upon the white snow, and she thought to herself, would that I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of the window-frame.

That night the King came to the Queens chamber. With gentle touches and fond caress he kissed her, coaxing her mouth to open under his as his tongue probed and licked and teased. Guiding her stand beside the large bed, he held her, stroking his hands down her smooth back, unlacing her constricting gown. With the laces parted her breasts sprang forth, the nipples hard and rosy beneath his palms as he caressed them. His lips nibbling down her silky neck he made his tongue to circle the hardened nub. She gasped a little as he took it into his mouth, tantalizing it, making her moan. Switching to her other breast, he gave it the attention it craved. 

Pushing her dress down and off, he revealed the rest of her delectable body to his sight. Laying her gently on the bed, he quickly disrobed to stand proud before her, giving her time to rove her eyes over her husband and kings body. As always her breath caught as she allowed herself to gaze upon his manhood. He tried to hold himself back, savoring the anticipation, but it overcame him quickly, he ached to touch her body again. 

Going to the foot of the bed, he moved between her legs, parting her thighs with gentle hands before dipping his head to taste of her sweetness. She was ready for him, her juices stimulated by his gentle and loving hands. His tongue probing, flicking, dancing in her folds. She moaned, arching her back, pressing herself to his lips as waves of pleasure came upon her. Raising himself over her, the King drove his stiffened penis into her warm well, his desire strong. With firm movements he plunged into her, his desire mounting with each stroke until he felt her body tremble, holding him in its grip as she orgasmed with a cry. With a final thrust, the King emptied his seed deep into her womb.

Soon after that she had a little daughter, who was as white as snow, and as red as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony, and she was therefore called Snow-White. And when the child was born, the Queen died and the King mourned.

After a year had passed the King took to himself another wife, as he needed to provide an heir to the throne. She was a beautiful woman, but proud and haughty, and she could not bear that anyone else should surpass her in beauty. The King did not love her as he had his first wife, but she brought with her ties to other lands so he could maintain peace with the surrounding kingdoms. The Queen had a wonderful looking-glass, and when she stood in front of it and looked at herself in it, and said, "Looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all". The looking glass answered:

"Thou, O Queen, art the fairest of all." 
Then she was satisfied, for she knew that the looking glass spoke the truth. 

But Snow-White was growing up, and grew more and more beautiful, and when she was eighteen years old she was as beautiful as the day, and more beautiful than the Queen herself was. And once when the Queen asked her looking glass, "Looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all". It answered:

"Thou art fairer than all who are here, Lady Queen. 
But more beautiful still is Snow-White, as I ween." 

Then the Queen was shocked, and turned yellow and green with envy. From that hour, whenever she looked at Snow-White, her heart heaved in her breast, she hated the girl so much. And envy and pride grew higher and higher in her heart like a weed, so that she had no peace day or night. She called a Huntsman with whom she had been having an affair, and said, "Take the child away into the forest. I will no longer have her in my sight. Kill her, and bring me back her lung and liver as a token. If you do not, I will tell the King that you seduced me and you will be hanged." The Huntsman obeyed, and took her away but when he had drawn his knife, and was about to pierce Snow-White's innocent heart, she began to weep, and said, "Ahh dear Huntsman, leave me my life. I will run away into the wild forest, and never come home again."

In his anger at the Queen for bribing him do such a wicked deed, the Huntsman lashed out at Snow-White, tearing her clothes and forcing her to her knees. His anger and desire for the beautiful Snow-White was such that his cock grew proud and demanding. Using the knife he cut the remaining laces of her dress and dragged it off her unblemished body. Seeking to save her life, Snow-White submitted to his rough handling, and when he grabbed at her she forced herself not to flinch away from his touch. Throwing her to the ground he unlaced his breeches and revealed his tumescent prick. Snow-White lay on her back amid the leaves of the ground as the Huntsman plowed into her furrow, piercing her innocence and causing her much pain. As he drove into her in his fury, Snow-White tried to divert her mind away from her body and stared at the sky through the branches of the trees above. Her sobbing and pained cries broke through the rage the Huntsman felt and with that realization, his cock grew limp and he lost the desire to hurt her more.

And as she was so beautiful the Huntsman had pity on her and said, "Run away, then, you poor girl." The wild beasts will soon have devoured you, thought he, and yet it seemed as if a stone had been rolled from his heart since it was no longer needful for him to kill her. And as a young bear just then came running by he stabbed it again and again, venting his remaining rage at the body, and cut out its lung and liver and took them to the Queen as proof that the child was dead. The Cook had to salt them, and the wicked Queen ate them, and thought she had eaten the lung and liver of Snow-White.

But now the poor girl was all alone in the great forest, and so terrified that she looked at all the leaves on the trees, and did not know what to do. Then she began to run, and ran over sharp stones and through thorns; her already torn clothing catching and ripping further and the wild beasts ran past her, but did her no harm.

She ran as long as her feet would go until it was almost evening, then she saw a little cottage and went into it to rest herself. Everything in the cottage was small, but neater and cleaner than can be told. There was a table on which was a white cover, set with seven places and against the wall stood seven beds side by side, and covered with Snow-White counterpanes.

Snow-White was so hungry and thirsty that she ate some vegetables and bread from each plate and drank a drop of wine out of each mug, for she did not wish to take all from one only.

When it was quite dark the owners of the cottage came back. They were seven dwarfs who dug and delved in the mountains for ore. They lit their seven candles, and as it was now light within the cottage they saw that someone had been there, for everything was not in the same order in which they had left it.

One looked round and saw Snow-White, lying asleep on one of the beds. And he called the others, who came running up, and they cried out with astonishment, and brought their seven candles and let the light fall on Snow-White. "Oh, heavens, oh, heavens," cried they, "what a lovely girl." And they were so glad that they did not wake her up, but let her sleep on in the bed. And the dwarf who's bed it was slept with his companions, one hour with each, and so passed the night.

When it was morning Snow-White awoke, and was frightened when she saw the seven dwarfs. But they were friendly and asked her what her name was. "My name is Snow-White", she answered.

How have you come to our house, said the dwarfs. Then she told them that her stepmother had wished to have her killed, but that the Huntsman had spared her life, and that she had run for the whole day, until at last she had found their dwelling.

The dwarfs said, "If you will take care of our house, cook, make the beds, sleep with us, wash, sew and knit, and if you will keep everything neat and clean you can stay with us and you shall want for nothing."

"Yes," said Snow-White, "with all my heart." And she stayed with them. She kept the house in order for them. In the mornings they went to the mountains and looked for copper and gold, in the evenings they came back, and then their supper had to be ready. After supper one of the dwarfs would take her into his bed and sleep with her. They pleasured her and were pleasured in return, for she fell in love with each of them, and they helped her forget the rough handling of the Huntsman with their tender touches and lips and tongues. The girl was alone the whole day, so the good dwarfs warned her every day before they left and said, "Beware of your step-mother, she will soon know that you are here, be sure to let no one come in."

But the Queen, believing that she had eaten Snow-White's lung and liver, could not but think that she was again the first and most beautiful of all, and she went to her looking-glass and said, "Looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all." And the glass answered:

"Oh, Queen, Thou art fairest of all I see, 
But over the hills, where the seven dwarfs dwell, 
Snow-White is still alive and well, 
And none is so fair as she." 

Then she was astounded, for she knew that the looking glass never spoke falsely, and she knew that the Huntsman had betrayed her, and that Snow-White was still alive.

And so she thought and thought again how she might kill her, for so long as she was not the fairest in the whole land, envy let her have no rest. And when she had at last thought of something to do, she painted her face, and dressed herself like an old peddler-woman, and no one could have known her. In this disguise she went over the seven mountains to the seven dwarfs, and knocked at the door and cried, "Pretty things to sell, very cheap, very cheap." Snow-White looked out of the window and called out, "Good-day my good woman, what have you to sell?"

"Good things, pretty things, she answered, stay-laces of all colors", and she pulled out one which was woven of bright-colored silk. I may let the worthy old woman in, thought Snow-White, and she unbolted the door and bought the pretty laces.

"Child!" Said the old woman, "what a fright you look, come, I will lace you properly for once." Snow-White had no suspicion, but stood before her and let herself be laced with the new laces. But the old woman laced so quickly and so tightly that Snow-White lost her breath and fell down as if dead. "Now I am the most beautiful," said the Queen to herself, and ran away.

Not long afterwards, in the evening, the seven dwarfs came home, but how shocked they were when they saw their dear Snow-White lying on the ground, and that she neither stirred nor moved, and seemed to be dead. They lifted her up, and, as they saw that she was laced too tightly, they cut the laces, and removed her clothes then she began to breathe a little. The dwarves massaged her cold body with their tender hands and after a while came to life again. In her joy and relief at her rescue, she took one into her arms and kissed him. Allowing her hands to wander, she touched the others, bringing their hands back to her body, allowing them all to stroke and touch and tease her at once. 

Moving to her knees she straddled the hips of one and lowered herself on him. Another moved to her head and she took his cock into her mouth. Another went behind her and easing her buttocks apart he pressed himself into her tight passage. Her hands went out to the dwarves either side of her and she stroked their cocks. The remaining two pinched and fondled her breasts and nipples, helping her balance before taking their turns at the pleasure she offered. Moaning around the hard cock in her mouth, Snow-White reached peak after peak in the hands of her ardent lovers. They helped her clean herself and Snow-White told them what had brought her to be lying as dead upon the ground.

When the dwarfs heard what had happened they said, "the old peddler-woman was no one else than the wicked Queen, take care and let no one come in when we are not with you."

But the wicked woman when she had reached home went in front of the glass and asked, "Looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all?" And it answered as before:

"Oh, Queen, Thou art fairest of all I see, 
But over the hills, where the seven dwarfs dwell, 
Snow-White is still alive and well, 
And none is so fair as she." 

When she heard that, all her blood rushed to her heart with fear, for she saw plainly that Snow-White was again alive. But now, she said, I will think of something that shall really put an end to you. And by the help of witchcraft, which she understood, she made a poisonous comb. Then she disguised herself and took the shape of another old woman. So she went over the seven mountains to the seven dwarfs, knocked at the door, and cried, "Good things to sell, cheap, cheap." Snow-White looked out and said, "Go away, I cannot let anyone come in."

"I suppose you can look," said the old woman, and pulled the poisonous comb out and held it up. It pleased the girl so well that she let herself be beguiled, and opened the door. When they had made a bargain the old woman said, "Now I will comb you properly for once." Poor Snow-White had no suspicion, and let the old woman do as she pleased, but hardly had she put the comb in her hair than the poison in it took effect, and the girl fell down senseless. "You paragon of beauty," said the wicked woman, "You are done for now," and she went away.

But fortunately it was almost evening, when the seven dwarfs came home. When they saw Snow-White lying as if dead upon the ground they at once suspected the stepmother, and they looked and found the poisoned comb. Scarcely had they taken it out when Snow-White came to herself, and told them what had happened. They took her to the lake and helped her bathe, washing her hair and rubbing their fingers gently through her warm slit in the cool water, and again all seven took her at once, to her intense delight. Cleaning off the evidence of their lovemaking in the cool lake water, then drying her off with a warm soft towel, the dwarves warned her once more to be upon her guard and to open the door to no one.

The Queen, at home, went in front of the glass and said, "Looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all." Then it answered as before:

"Oh, Queen, Thou art fairest of all I see, 
But over the hills, where the seven dwarfs dwell, 
Snow-White is still alive and well, 
And none is so fair as she." 

When she heard the glass speak thus she trembled and shook with rage. "Snow-White shall die!" she cried, "even if it costs me my life."

Thereupon she went into a quite secret, lonely room, where no one ever came, and there she made a very poisonous apple. Outside it looked pretty, white with a red cheek, so that everyone who saw it longed for it, but whoever ate a piece of it must surely die.

When the apple was ready she painted her face, and dressed herself up as a farmer's wife, and so she went over the seven mountains to the seven dwarfs. She knocked at the door. Snow-White put her head out of the window and said, "I cannot let anyone in, the seven dwarfs have forbidden me."

"It is all the same to me," answered the woman, "I shall soon get rid of my apples. There, I will give you one."

"No," said Snow-White, "I dare not take anything."

"Are you afraid of poison?" Said the old woman, "look, I will cut the apple in two pieces, you eat the red cheek, and I will eat the white." The apple was so cunningly made that only the red cheek was poisoned. Snow-White longed for the fine apple, and when she saw that the woman ate part of it she could resist no longer, and stretched out her hand and took the poisonous half. But hardly had she a bit of it in her mouth than she fell down dead. Then the Queen looked at her with a dreadful look, and laughed aloud and said, "white as snow, red as blood, black as ebony-wood, this time the dwarfs cannot wake you up again."

And when she asked of the looking glass at home, "looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all." And it answered at last:

"Oh, Queen, in this land thou art fairest of all." 
Then her envious heart had rest, so far as an envious heart can have rest. 

The dwarfs, when they came home in the evening, found Snow-White lying upon the ground, she breathed no longer and was dead. They lifted her up, looked to see whether they could find anything poisonous, unlaced her, combed her hair, washed her with water and wine, but it was all of no use, the poor girl was dead, and remained dead. They laid her upon a bier, and all seven of them sat round it and wept for her, and wept long.

Then they were going to bury her, but she still looked as if she were living, and still had her pretty red cheeks. They said, "we could not bury her in the dark ground," so they had a transparent coffin of glass made, so that she could be seen from all sides, and they laid her in it. They wrote her name upon it in golden letters, and that she was a King's daughter. Then they put the coffin out upon the mountain, and one of them always stayed by it and watched it. And birds came too, and wept for Snow-White, first an owl, then a raven, and last a dove.

And now Snow-White lay a long, long time in the coffin, and she did not change, but looked as if she were asleep, for she was as white as snow, as red as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony.

It happened, however, that a King's son came into the forest, and went to the dwarfs, house to spend the night. He saw the coffin on the mountain and the beautiful Snow-White within it, and read what was written upon it in golden letters. Then he said to the dwarfs, "let me have the coffin, I will give you whatever you want for it." But the dwarfs answered, "we will not part with it for all the gold in the world." Then he said, "let me have it as a gift, for I cannot live without seeing Snow-White. I will honor and prize her as my dearest possession." As he spoke in this way the good dwarfs took pity upon him, and gave him the coffin.

And now the King's son had it carried away by his servants on their shoulders. And it happened that they stumbled over a tree-stump and with the shock the poisonous piece of apple, which Snow-White had bitten off, came out of her throat. And before long she opened her eyes, lifted up the lid of the coffin, sat up, and was once more alive. "Oh, heavens, where am I?" She cried. The King's son, full of joy, said, "you are with me." And told her what had happened, and said, "I love you more than everything in the world, come with me to my father's palace, you shall be my wife."

And Snow-White was willing, and went with him, and their wedding was held with great show and splendor, and their wedding night with joyful bliss. Her new husband treated her like a delicate flower, gently he peeled her out of her wedding gown, letting it drop to the floor at their feet. Feasting his eyes on her perfect form, he dropped to his knees and began kissing her soft flesh. Snow-White fell back onto the bed, her thighs parted by the gentle hands of her husband as he kissed her dewy lips and tasted her essence. 


Snow White and the Seven Dwarves



Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived a lovely girl called Snow White. Now when I say this girl was lovely, I mean she was bangin'! Just under six foot tall in her 5 inch stiletto hooker heels and legs that went all the way up... if you know what I mean. She had an ass that was so toned, she could crack walnuts between those butt cheeks. Her tits were the best D cup implants that Du Pont could offer and her waist was the result of many hours of hard work in the gym and flat on her back in the brothel where she worked. Her face was like something out of an eighteen year old boy's wildest wet dream. Long blonde hair framed a face with big brown eyes containing not a trace of innocence, and full lips that simply screamed that they were designed for sucking cock.

Her shifts at Mrs. Tiggywinkle's Love-Arama and Shag Palace paid for her coke habit. That's how she got her name... Snow White. Her real name was Ermitrude Finklestien but that was too much of a mouthful for a good Irish-Swedish-Russian-Somalian-German girl to be saddled with, especially a working girl. The racial mixture came from her mother who was Irish and the four suspect sailors who had been present around the time that Snow was conceived. To say her mother had been loose would be the understatement of the century; she had been down on everything except the Titanic and this was one of the many traits she had passed on to her baby daughter. From day one little Ermitrude had an oral fixation second to none. Anything that was dangled in her face was immediately popped into her hungry mouth. This of course made her a very popular girl in her teenage years and later made her a lot of cash in her career. Her 'No-Holes-Barred' attitude also made her popular in the pay for play industry. 

Snow lived the high life when she wasn't bumping and grinding at Mrs. Tiggywinkle's. She drove a 7 Series BMW and lived in a plush condo overlooking the beach. She wore the finest clothes and drank only the best that Mr. Jack Daniels could offer. Her coke spoon was solid silver and her dildo was Waterford crystal. She was welcomed at the finest McDonalds and the Maitre D at Burger King was on a first name basis. She even had a gold card club membership at the Things That Go Buzz in the Night sex shop. Things, however, weren't all rosy for our little chippy. Snow was lonely. Sure she had her cat, a lovely white cat called Midnight, with three legs, one eye and a bladder problem which meant she needed a lot of paper towels and room deodoriser, but it just wasn't the same. She had a retarded Sulphur Crested Cockatoo with a very limited vocabulary named Hanns Schmidt and a gerbil called Lance Castor that she had rescued from certain doom from an escort outcall to a very strange and very large white supremacy advocate called Hymie. The gerbil stank and had a lot of very suspicious stains on its fur. It also got very twitchy whenever it got anywhere near a pair of human buttocks. They helped with the loneliness but it still wasn't the same. She longed for the company of a man. 

She wasn't asking for much... just someone with all their own teeth, someone under 250lbs, someone with hair and someone with a brain. Oh... and he must have over 20 million in the bank, be totally subservient to his woman, and have a thick 12 inch cock which he could use to bring her to shuddering orgasm after shuddering orgasm. No, Snow really wasn't asking for much.

All she had to do was find this paragon of virtue. She sure as hell wasn't going to find him in Mrs. Tiggywinkle's was she? As we join our heroine she is contemplating just this very question... flat on her back being pounded mercilessly by Reverend Wigglesworth. He was one of her regulars who came in specifically to exorcise her demons, although she personally thought he came in to exercise his dong. He bellowed quotes from the bible as he ploughed in and out of her pussy and always finished by blessing her hairless furrow. 

As Snow lay there and moaned dutifully at least once every 30 seconds she tried to figure out how she was going to meet the man of her dreams. He sure as hell wouldn't be lurking at her favourite night spot The Tattered Gusset. And the chances of him waltzing through the door of Mrs. Tiggywinkle's were about the same as George Bush winning the Nobel Peace Prize for sincerity. 

"Oh Reverend! Chase those demons baby! I've been a bad girl and I need to be exorcised. Fill me with your holy seed!" The Reverend paid by the moan and tipped well if he thought she was actually repentant for her wicked ways. Stroking his ego was a service she offered for free; after all... it kept him coming back for more. "That's it... pound those demons out of me with your holy sceptre. Oh God... it's so big! I can feel it stretching me!" she moaned as she mentally went through her shopping list for her trip to the supermarket after work. 

"I must remember to pick up some bacon," she thought as the Reverend's fat belly slapped against her toned body on every lunge. "Oh, and some cottage cheese too," she thought as she gripped his flabby ass to pull him against her.

Finally the time of redemption had arrived. "Out damned foul spirit! Out I command you! Leave this innocent child!" The Reverend's mantra never varied and Snow knew it so well by now that she mouthed it over his shoulder as he bellowed in her ear and slobbered on her shoulder as he came. Then her cries of passion joined his as she shuddered to her 'climax' just seconds after him. Mentally she was already preparing herself for her next client. Compared to her next client the Reverend was almost normal. The good Reverend collapsed onto her heaving breasts and he lay there panting and gasping in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Snow waited a few moments to let the poor Reverend get his breath back before wriggling her hips to let him know he was squashing her. Dutifully he rolled off and Snow sat up, modestly covering her impressive bosom with her forearm.

"Goodness Reverend, I think it's really worked this time," she exclaimed in her best innocent little hooker lost voice. "I feel... cleansed somehow; as if all the wickedness has gone from me." She felt 'cleansed' at least once a week... twice if the good padre had a particularly good week with the offering plate on Sunday. Snow hopped to her feet and pranced around excitedly to show the good Reverend just how redeemed she was. Surely no evil could lurk in the young and innocent, yet totally stacked lascivious woman dancing in front of him?

As the drained man of the cloth dressed he kept up a monologue extolling the virtues of the local order of nuns: The Sisters of the Immaculate Reception. (They had a quite lucrative thing going on the side providing topless waitresses and barmaids for wedding parties.) His fondest wish was to sponsor Snow into the order where he could more closely monitor her progress in fighting the demons she was constantly at war with. He also fancied the idea of a threesome with Snow and the Mother Superior, who had the most humongous set of breasticles he had ever seen. Snow ignored the rantings of the Rev and got on with the business of getting herself and the room ready for her next client. By the time the Reverend had finished dressing and had run out of steam in his sermonising, Snow had the room looking as good as a suite in the Holiday Inn. She knew it looked as good as a suite at the Holiday Inn because she had spent quite a lot of time in the course of her career inspecting the ceilings of said suites. Actually she was fairly familiar with the ceilings of many local hotels. The Reverend tipped her quite generously and left promising he would check up on her progress in a few days. Looking at her watch our heroine discovered that she had a few minutes up her sleeve before the arrival of her next client. With a sigh she sat down on the bed and reflected on her loneliness. Where could she meet the man of her dreams? 

There was always The Spinning Wheel... but she'd heard tales of very unscrupulous types operating out of the Spinning Wheel. She sighed and resigned herself to the belief that her Prince Charming probably wasn't out there.

"Snow? You ready for Mr. Smith, baby?" The voice of Mrs. Tiggywinkle drifted melodically through the intercom startling Snow out of her reverie. She sighed again.

"Yep... send him in." She stood and put on her game face. This guy was another regular and really hard work.

There was a timid knock at the door and she walked over to open it. Mr. Smith was standing there dressed in his normal brothel going costume of six inch stilettos, fishnet stockings, leather mini skirt, push up bra and see thru net top. She knew that under the mini skirt he wore a crotchless black lace G-string that his small and hairy ball bag and cock drooped through. He wore the same clothes every visit and from the way they smelled every week, Snow wasn't sure if he ever washed them... in fact she wasn't sure if he ever took them off.

"Get your skinny ass in here you worthless piece of wormshit! How dare you keep me waiting!?" She found it easy to slip into the dominatrix persona with Mr. Smith. He had all the strength of a box full of wet toilet paper. Snow knew she should keep her feelings for her clients on an impersonal level but it was hard with Mr. Smith. During the week he was the manager of a large security firm specialising in providing bodyguards for the rich and shameless. One of her good friends worked for him and had told her that in the work place he was a cruel vindictive little man who abused his power without shame. Snow felt good to be able to turn the tables on him in his hours of leisure, making him suffer as much as possible and getting paid quite handsomely for it.

"I'm so sorry my love," he whined as he scuttled through the door shutting it behind him. He gazed at her adoringly through small piggy eyes that constantly seemed to be watering. "May I ask what you have planned for me today my sweet?"

Snow was fully prepared for Smith. "First you can fold my laundry, then when you're finished you can give me a pedicure. After that if you're very lucky, I'll whip your worthless ass. I might even let you cum this time. Get folding scum." Smith nodded frantically and launched himself into his work with enthusiasm. Snow sighed as she settled back onto the bed and opened her book and began to read. Our little Snow always had a self help book close at hand. She was on a constant quest to find ways to improve herself. The current volume was entitled 'Whippings and Spankings; The Advanced Methodology.' 

The session with Mr. Smith went quickly and it wasn't long before Snow was seeing him to the door still panting from his little orgasm which she had allowed him after he begged nicely and polished her shoes with his tongue. Her shift was finally over and she could now go out into the world and search out that perfect man. Right after she picked up her weekly Coke supply from her dealer, The Snowman.

It was with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation that she drove her BMW to the seedy part of town that The Snowman called home. She had a special deal going with The Snowman. Snow got top grade coke at half the going rate from her dealer in return for a top grade blowjob. Now for a girl of Snow's obvious skills and occupational attributes this mightn't seem like a bad deal. The trouble was The Snowman had enormous staying power and was hung like a donkey. Snow was starting to think that it might be easier on her poor abused jaw muscles to just pay the going rate and forego the obligatory blowjob.

Ten minutes later she was on her knees in front of the moaning Snowman as he fed her his immense cock. The one saving grace in this onerous task was the size of The Snowman's belly. It was in direct proportion to his humongous cock. The constant bouncing of The Snowman's massive mono-ab on poor little Snow's forehead took her mind of the slab of meat tickling her tonsils and stopped her from having to look at his hideous face. Yes it could be said that The Snowman hadn't been blessed by nature. It looked like he had fallen out of the ugly tree and had made severe facial contact with every branch on the way to the dirt and rumour also had it that his mother used to use his face as a mould for gorilla biscuits. So while she sucked on Snowman's third leg, our heroine turned her mind back to the problem at hand. Where to find a man. As she slurped and slobbered the options ticked over in her mind. From where she knelt, her best options seemed to be joining a club or advertising on the internet. She was composing her advertisement in her mind when The Snowman erupted in her mouth taking her completely by surprise! Thankfully his load didn't match his other proportions, a mere dribble trickled onto Snow's agile tongue but it was part of the job to make a big deal of his 'huge' emission so with a great deal of theatrical swallowing and gagging she dealt with the teaspoon full of semen before sitting back on her heels and looking up into his Quasimodo like face.

"Good girl. Here ya go Snow." He passed her the bag containing her week's supply of Coke, pocketing the small handful of bills she handed him in return. As she was dusting off her knees and getting ready to go she had a minor brain wave. She'd ask The Snowman if he knew where she could meet the man of her dreams!

"Snowman where can I meet the man of my dreams?"

"Honey that definitely depends on what sort of dreams you have," The Snowman replied as he waddled over to a chair and sat, his cock still hanging un-noticed from his fly. "Have you tried The Spinning Wheel? Great décor, good music and the prices are reasonable, but I've heard that there are a lot of pricks at The Spinning Wheel. Not for you? Ok... there is a new place on 5th called Defiant's House of Blues Rib Shack and Tittie Bar. I know it sounds seedy but that place rocks. There's a damned good band playing there tonight... Buster Hymen and the Penetrators. Buster's a personal friend of mine. They seem to be attracting a better class of pervert than any other place in town... you might want to try there."

"Thanks Snowman. You're a doll... I might actually go there tonight."

"I'll call and have your name put on the guest list hon. Now get going and I'll see you same time next week." She left him there stroking his mono-ab and wondering why he could feel a breeze on his cock which he hadn't seen for over three years.

Excitedly Snow drove home to get ready for her night on the town. The more she thought about Defiant's House of Blue's, the more she thought it might just be the place for her. As she raced home she was planning what to wear for her evening out.

An hour later she was climbing dripping wet from her spa bath. One good thing about her line of work was that she could afford to indulge her whims and a good spa bath was definitely a luxury she couldn't do without. The only down side to her spa bath was the fact that she couldn't have a bubble bath without the bubbles migrating from the tub and ending up knee deep on her bathroom floor. Maybe next time she'd try it without turning on the water jets in the tub. As she dried herself, applied her make up and did her hair she fantasised about what sort of man she wanted. Tall... he'd have to be tall. At least 6 foot tall, and built. She wasn't going to settle for anything less than a Greek god physique. He'd have to be funny, charming and outgoing. She wanted someone intelligent. Not brain surgeon intelligent but someone who could at least spell his own name without having to refer to a name badge. Loaded... he'd have to be loaded. Lot's of lovely money so he could take her places and buy her things... and so she could give up her shifts at Mrs. Tiggywinkle's. Finally he had to have a three pound cock. Yes she wasn't asking for much.

She decided to dress conservatively which was quite a mission for our heroine. It took an hour before she settled on her ensemble for the night and as she looked at herself in the mirror she thought she looked quite edible. The sheer blue midriff top set off her eyes and more importantly completely covered but didn't hide the sheer blue bra which in turn highlighted her permanently erect nipples. She had changed her navel jewellery and was wearing her favourite; an arrow on a chain that subtly directed the gaze down towards her crotch. A heavily pleated black micro mini skirt made of some gossamer sheer material clung to her hips giving tantalizing glimpses of the black g-string that rode on her hips higher than the waistband of the skirt. A pair of patterned thigh high stockings clung to her long smooth shapely legs and ended just below her shapely shaved pussy. Finally a pair of soft black leather boots with four inch stiletto heels that came to mid thigh rounded out her conservative ensemble. Looking at herself in the mirror she pirouetted, smiling at the way her diaphanous skirt floated up exposing her hot tight ass. The sit down test came next. Snow found that she could sit down without showing off all of her charms if she gave the task her complete attention. She was nearly ready. Quickly she laid out a couple of lines on her little mirror took out her ready rolled $110 bill and snorted her dinner. Now she was ready.

Twenty minutes later she was pulling up to the valet parking area outside the luxurious façade of Defiant's House of Blues Rib Shack and Tittie Bar. Her arrival sparked a minor riot among the valet parking attendants as they fought to have the honour of opening her door and peeping up her skirt. Finally the battle was over and a bruised, battered and bloodied valet staggered to her door.

"Welcome to Defiant's Ma'am," he lisped through torn lips and a mouthful of broken teeth as he opened the door and positioned himself for a look up her skirt. He wasn't disappointed. She swung her long legs wide as she exited the BMW and for a couple of seconds the battered valet had a great view of the Promised Land. Gathering herself Snow took two deep breaths which had the effect of calming her but unfortunately for the valet also had the effect of popping one of the buttons on her top. The valet howled in pain as the offending button hit him directly in the un-blackened eye. This distracted him enough to cause him to slam her car door shut... with his fingers still wrapped around the door pillar. His strangled scream of pain followed her all the way to the door of the club where she came face to face with the biggest bouncer she'd ever seen. 

Tilting her head back to look up at him she said, "Hello I'm Snow. A friend of mine put my name on the guest list." 

"I'm sure he did sweetie. My aren't you a pretty little thing. Now just you wait while I check my little list." Opening a folder he ran his finger down a column of names until he came to Snow's name. "Ooh here it is. Snow White. You go on in dear and have loads of fun. If you have any problems with the nasty men in there you just call me. My name's Beej which is short for BJ my nickname. Don't ask how I got it dear but it was fun earning it... and tasty too." His grin was a wonder to behold and Snow reached up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before skipping on into the club. As she went Beej muttered to himself, "That's almost enough woman to make me switch to girls."

The interior of the bar was as plush and luxurious as the exterior. The music was at a level where you could still hear yourself think and the lighting while low, wasn't gloomy. There were booths scattered around the outside of the room and tables radiating out from the perimeter of the booths. A small stage was set up to the right of the bar with a small dance floor in front. Although it was only just after nine o'clock the place was quite busy. Time for a drink. As she bellied up to the bar she was greeted by a well groomed young barman with slicked back hair and his shirt tied below his breastbone leaving his washboard stomach bare. His trousers were so tight that Snow could immediately tell that he wasn't Jewish.




Snow White and the Seven Dwarves



"Hello dearie, my name is Rumpledforeskin and I'll be your barman tonight. What can I get you?" 

"Well he suits his name," thought Snow as she sneaked another look at his trousers. "I'll have a Pan-galactic Gargleblaster thank you?"

"Coming right up," said Rumpledforeskin as he busied himself with making the cocktail. "Now would you like that with five cocktail onions or just four? And would you prefer milk of magnesia or cod liver oil as a chaser?" This guy was good.

"Four onions, three cherries and milk of magnesia thank you." In no time at all she was sipping on her tall ice cold cocktail and scanning the room for likely candidates. 

"Looking for Prince Charming sweetie?" 

"Actually Rumpledforeskin I am. I'm tired of going out with losers and was told that this was the place to come if I wanted a real man."

"Yeah that's what they told me too but all we get in here are very butch, funny, intelligent, gorgeous, rich heterosexuals... it's just not fair." He sighed as he polished glasses and adjusted his package. "You'd better grab a table before the place starts to fill up honey... and good luck finding the man of your dreams. If you're going to grab a booth don't sit in the one with the sign saying 'Visitor' on it. It will only piss him off. Visitor is our resident wise man. Definitely a man to know."

Snow took her drink and sashayed across to an unoccupied booth next to the one with the 'Visitor' sign on it. Slipping into the booth took a little strategic manoeuvring but she managed it with only one minor accident when the bus boy walked into the pillar in the middle of the room. As she sat and sipped Snow was aware that she was attracting quite a bit of attention; it was inevitable actually as she was the only single gorgeous woman in the place. Soon though the bar began to fill up; single men and women and a few couples started to drift in. Rumpledforeskin sent another Pan-galactic Gargleblaster over with the bus boy who by this time was sporting a shiner and had trouble locating the table top as his eyes were glued to Snow's mountainous breasts. Finally Snow just grabbed the drink from the young man's trembling hand and flashed him a dazzling smile which caused him to trip as he backed away from the table. The cut in the back of his head didn't bleed much... well not as much as the cut on his hand he got from the glass he broke when he fell.

The band, Buster Hymen and the Penetrators, was due on stage at ten o'clock. They must have been popular because the trickle of patrons became a flood just before ten. The booths were all occupied with the exception of the one reserved for 'Visitor'. Snow was just starting on her third cocktail of the night when she was interrupted by a deep voice.

"Excuse me... do you mind if we join you? We don't take up much room and we'll be good." Snow turned to meet the admiring gaze of a group of small men... seven of them in all. 

"Wow... you guys are dwarves!" she said moving over to make room.

"Actually we prefer the term vertically challenged persons. Let me make the introductions. This is Sleazy, Slimy, Lumpy, Droopy, Horny, Leaky and I'm Bob." As she shook hands with the little men she looked around desperately for a way out. The fact that they were vertically challenged persons didn't bother her at all but if she was sandwiched in between men her chances of finding Mr. Right were definitely limited.

"Pleased to meet you guys... I'm Snow White." As a conversation stopper that sentence took a lot of beating.

"You're shitting us!" exclaimed Horny who was drooling over her cleavage from a range of mere millimetres. 

"You know it's very cruel to tease and taunt us vertically challenged folk," said Sleazy as he tried to run his hand up our heroine's smooth thigh.

"No... I'm Snow White... at least that's my nickname. I'm here to try to meet Mr. Right." Snow was busy trying to deflect Sleazy's wandering hands while at the same time trying to get away from Horny who was doing his best to dive into her cleavage. If he succeeded they'd have to send in a search party to find the little bugger.

"Mr. Right? Shit we know him. He was in here last night. Are you sure you're looking for Mr. Right? He's as camp as a row of tents. He shares a condo down in the Village with Prince Charming."

"They're gay?!" Her disappointment was enough to distract her to the point where Sleazy managed to get as far as the crotch of her knickers and began trying to worm his fingers into the miniscule garment. Meanwhile Horny had succeeded in burying his face in her cleavage and was busy licking the inner slopes of her breasts. Two swift slaps restored her modesty and left two little men rubbing rising welts.

"Yeah sorry toots. Both of them are fudge packing, pillow biting, shirt lifting turd burglars. Shame really. They could have their pick of any of the trollops that wander in here. Like me they have this mysterious sexual magnetism." Bob was definitely not lacking in confidence.

"So what am I supposed to do? I was told I'd be able to meet the man of my dreams here and it turns out that the two sexiest hunks around are as bent as a three dollar note!" She was near tears which caused the seven vertically challenged chaps to sit up and be on their best behaviour. They didn't want to get booted out again for maiden molesting. 

"Relax chickie babe. The Seven Vertically Challenged Dudes will look after you. By the time you leave here tonight we guarantee you'll be on the arm of the best possible candidate. If that fails then we'd be more than happy to gang bang you ourselves. Just leave it to Bob and his six sexy companions. Lumpy put your cock away before the bouncer spots it and throws us out again!" Snow looked over and caught a glimpse of the ugliest chopper she'd ever laid eye's on. Long and thick, it had large irregular bumps along the shaft. He had been eyeing her thighs as he stroked that log almost to the point of eruption. With a grumble he levered it back into his pants.

Snow was beginning to feel trapped in some sort of Brothers Grimm nightmare. She was just about to excuse herself and make her escape when the band took the stage.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen. I'm Buster Hymen and these are The Penetrators! We're here to liven up your evening with a few classic ballads. So charge your glasses and enjoy..." With that they launched into the first classic ballad; For Those About to Rock by AC DC. Snow sat there mesmerised as the band slipped into high gear, totally ignoring the hands that began to wander over her lush body. Her gaze was riveted on the band, or rather the drummer. He was a god! Dressed in leather pants, boots and a white tank top, his well muscled tanned arms were a blur as he assaulted the drums and cymbals before him. Snow was vaguely aware of a lead singer, a couple of guitar players and a bass player all prancing around on stage but her gaze never left the drummer. Yes he was tall and with that long flowing hair he looked good enough to start her panties moistening. Snow was aware of her growing arousal and vaguely aware that the little wandering hands had breached her defences and were now frolicking in her crotch at will. As Snow drooled over her drummer Horny was applying saliva to her erect nipples which had somehow managed to escape from her top and bra. While this was happening Sleazy was slowly sinking three small digits into Snow's wet pussy. In her detached state all she did was spread her legs slightly to give him better access. Well you could hardly blame her could you? After all her whole way of life was based around giving men what they wanted in exchange for cold hard cash. Her subconscious registered what was happening, added up the bucks and multiplied it by seven to give her the cash total. So that's what was happening with her subconscious... in the meantime her conscious mind was constructing a fantasy built around getting the drummer naked and horizontal in the quickest possible time.

It was only a matter of moments before she was completely covered in aroused little men. They were clever enough not to block her view of Drummer Boy so she continued in her lust driven haze as the Vertically Challenged Dudes played havoc with her erogenous zones. Horny was now sharing her nipples with Lumpy, while Slimy was stroking her clit as Sleazy slid his fingers in and out of her clinging pussy. Leaky had his cock out and had her hand wrapped around it while he directed her fist up and down his pre-cum streaming member. Droopy was underneath the table frantically humping her leg like a small rabid Schnauzer with erectile dysfunction. Bob just sat there stroking his cock and muttering "My turn soon, my turn soon," while licking his eyebrows lasciviously. No points for guessing what his speciality was.

Of course none of this went unnoticed. If Snow had been operating with a full set of senses she would have noticed the small crowd gathering to watch her seduction. Judging by the comments coming from the crowd this wasn't the first time that the Seven Vertically Challenged Dudes had pulled this stunt in Defiant's.

"Damn... looks like Lumpy has got lumpier!"

"Yeah and check out the flow on Leaky... he needs to get a plumber in to see to that."

"Hey Droopy... try Viagra man! It worked for my grandfather!"

By this time seven man sized cocks were out and about and Snow was rapidly approaching a massive orgasm, fuelled by the manipulations of the Seven Vertically Challenged Dudes and her fantasy fuck with the drummer. In fact she was hovering on the brink when a sharp voice cut through her reverie and stopped all action of a sexual nature.

"You horrible little bastards! Get the fuck off that woman and get your shaggy little asses out of my club! Miss I am so sorry that these little bastards put you in that position... with your tremendous tits out... and your gorgeous twat on display." The owner of the voice was a tall man in his late twenties with an imposing manner and a lot of flamboyant nostril hair. Snow came out of her daze as she became aware of the Seven Vertically Challenged Dudes leaping off her body and out of her booth. "May I join you for a moment? I'm D. Fiant the owner of this club." He tried to keep his eyes off her tits as she struggled to cram them back into her bra and pull her g-string back around to cover her wet gaping pussy. The interruption of her climb to the summit of Mount Thunderous Orgasm had also wrecked her fantasy about Drummer Boy. D. Fiant slid into the booth and signalled Rumpledforeskin at the bar. A few minutes later he came trotting up and deposited a Scotch on the rocks and a glass of champagne on the table. Snow took the few moments it took for Rumpledforeskin to prepare and deliver the drinks to get herself together.

"So Beej tells me you're here looking for the man of your dreams. I was watching you watching the drummer and I can tell you right now honey... he's not right for you." Snow watched mesmerised as the wayward nostril hairs fluttered gently in the breeze. D. carried on. "He's as dumb as a box of hammers and has a bad personal hygiene problem. On top of that, he's so poor he can't even pay attention. His last girlfriend dumped him because she said going out with him was as interesting as watching paint dry and he's hung like a hummingbird. Sorry sweetheart but the interesting packaging is actually a bad case of false advertising. What I suggest is that you wait here with me until the wise and all knowing Visitor arrives. If anyone can help you he can." 

With her fantasy crashing down around her ears Snow could only nod miserably and take a healthy slug of her champagne. She cast one more rueful look at the drummer who was still pounding the hell out of his skins. She sighed and turned to D. trying hard not to stare at the flag-like nostril hairs. 

"So where am I supposed to meet the man of my dreams D.? I was told that this was the place for a nice innocent young virgin like myself to find a nice Christian young man." D. Fiant's jaw just about hit the floor at Snow's declaration.

"You're trying to tell me you're a virgin?"

"Of course I am... I'm just not very good at it. So is this the place to find a man or not?"

"Well what are you after in a man?" The new voice belonged to a large good looking man with a very wise look about him... he was wearing spectacles which in Snow's book made him immensely wise. D. Fiant made the introductions.

"Snow White meet Visitor; Visitor this is Snow White. Would you care to join us Vis?"

"Don't mind if I do." He slipped quickly into the booth beside Snow. She was now sandwiched between these two men and not really minding it one bit. She was still very horny from the attentions of the Seven Vertically Challenged Dudes and truth be told, her burning need at this stage was to get laid. "So what are you looking for in a man Snow?" Visitor repeated his question. So Snow laid it out for him.

"Brains, beauty, cash, personality and a three pound cock. Is that too much to ask for? Where can I find my knight in shining armour?" 

"He's working down at the Scalded Sausage gay bar this week." D. Fiant was turning out to be a goldmine of information... unfortunately it was all the wrong information.

"Listen up Snow. Just relax and enjoy yourself. You're putting out desperation vibes which are only attracting predators like the Seven Fuckwits. Now if D. Fiant hadn't arrived when he did, you would have been chock full of munchkin cum by now. Do you think that would have encouraged any self respecting nice guy with a three pound cock to approach you?" Visitor was right. Snow decided right then and there to relax and let whatever happens happen. 

"You truly are a wise man Visitor. Do you think my IQ would go up if I buy glasses? And why do they call you Visitor? And what does the D. stand for D.?"

"Snow you don't need glasses to make you intelligent... just try reading something other than take out menus once in a while. And they call me Visitor because they couldn't spell Trevor for the sign."

"The D. stands for Deirdre. My mother had a sense of humour and a deep loathing for anything with balls. Actually I was lucky. My mother's brother named my twin sister. She's called Denise... I damned near ended up as Denephew. I think Deirdre is much more dignified but if you pass it around I'll have your eyebrows waxed." The threat was real and chilled Snow to the marrow. She would take Deirdre's name to the grave. 

The three of them sat and chatted for a while, sipping their drinks and watching for potential partners for Snow. At one stage they noticed that the Seven Vertically Challenged Dudes had made their way back into the club and were eyeing up Snow again as if they'd like to have another shot at her. She was also aware that Deirdre and Visitor were busy checking her out too whenever the opportunity arose. She decided it was time for a little teasing.

"Damn look at this! Leaky left a big pre-cum stain on my skirt!" She lifted the skirt from her lap to show her benefactors the offending stain, which in all truth was quite prodigious... that's large for you redneck types. As she did she 'unwittingly' exposed the crotch of her sheer g-string and the wet spot that resided there and effectively made the scrap of cloth totally see through. His and His matching groans rose from the two horny men that bracketed our sweet lady and it was only a supreme show of will power that stopped the men from launching themselves at her. Snow did get visual confirmation that they had seen what she had put on show. Two very healthy bulges appeared as if by magic in the laps of her new friends and once again Snow was aroused. Her already wet pussy got a fresh infusion of juice and the erect nipples on her Du Pont enhanced hooters got harder almost to the point of pain. The sweet scent of Snow's pussy wafted past the nostrils of the two horny men boosting their arousal and sending more blood south of the border to their engorged hardons. Snow was very impressed and decided to push the boundaries a little more to see where this could lead. 

"So Visitor what do you do for a living?" she asked as she ran one hand up the inside of her thigh while the other played with her nipples. The men were almost drooling by this stage and the twin volcanoes in their trousers had already produced two small crater lake overflows. 

"Ummm what?" Visitor dragged his eyes from the sight of Snow's finger burrowing between her slick pussy lips to try to look her in the eye.

"What do you do for a living?" she repeated in a breathy parody of Marilyn Monroe at her best.

"Umm... I'm a porno star." Now that revelation was a definite show stopper! 

"Holy snappin' duck shit! Are you serious? You're a porno star? Seriously? How many movies have you made? What was your last one?" Snow was fascinated.

"Ummm the last movie I shot was a little gem called CSI: Cock Suckers Institute about... well about a school for cock suckers. I've made about 75 movies all up and my favourite was Shaving Ryan's Privates about a guy in the Army who gets his bollock hair removed in many interesting ways by big breasted chicks in uniform. Do you watch porno movies Snow?" 

"Not as often as I'd like to Vis. So does that mean you're hung like a rogue elephant?" Her excitement almost outweighed her curiosity.

"Why don't you find out for yourself honey?" Vis was in charge now and showed it by leaning back and subtly thrusting his groin in the direction of our heroine. Snow wasted no time in grabbing the tab of his zipper and sliding it down as far as it went. As she did so she felt Deirdre's hand start to slide up her thigh. This time she spread her legs knowingly as she fished around inside Visitor's pants trying to get a grip on the awesome slab of meat hiding just out of sight. She moaned as Deirdre's thick finger found its target just as she managed to get the biggest cock she'd ever seen out into the light of day... or rather the light of the booth. As I mentioned before, Snow had the world's best oral reflex and Visitor's cock didn't stay in the open for long. He gave a muffled scream as her full lips closed over the tube steak in front of her and proceeded to vacuum the shaft all the way to the full gonads at the base. Snow gave a muffled scream of her own as Deirdre's finger travelled as far as it could within her pussy and his knuckle ground against her engorged clit. Once again Snow was the subject of a floor show of her own making and once more she was oblivious of the effect she was having on the crowd watching her. Couples were coupling and singles were trying to pair up as the three in the booth went at it like rabid rabbits. As Snow looked up through a lust blurred haze she spotted Rumpledforeskin wandering through the crowd with a silver tray. On the tray was a crystal bowl filled with condoms. People were grabbing condoms as fast as they were shedding clothes. 

The addition of another thick digit to her steamy depths closed her eyes and took her mind off the odd spectacle of naked club patrons getting it on. She turned back to the thick cock lodged in her throat and gave it a tongue lashing her mother would have been proud of. If she could have turned around at that point she would have seen Deirdre struggling one handed to rid himself of his clothing while continuing to drill her pussy with the other. He must have had lots of practice because it didn't take long before he was naked; his hard cock aimed at Snow's twitching nether regions. Insistently he began tugging at her hips trying to get her up on her knees. Sluggishly Snow cooperated and in a matter of minutes she was in the perfect position to take Deirdre's cock. Quickly he moved into position and removed his fingers from Snow's snug pussy. He was millimetres away from sinking the pink when Snow disengaged herself from Visitor's cock and whirled around in a panic.




Snow White and the Seven Dwarves



"Hold it! No glove... no love! Put on a condom or that monster doesn't come anywhere near my virginal growler!" Snow became very poetic when panicked. She busied herself stroking the eight inches of pink steel which had recently occupied the area immediately surrounding her tonsils while she watched Deirdre frantically don a rubber. Satisfied he was safe she turned back to the blowjob of the year wiggling her ass invitingly in D.'s face. The over heated bar owner wasted no time at all in sinking his monster cock into her wet cunt which had the effect of pushing Snow's lips further down the enormous rod in her gullet. She groaned, he groaned, they all groaned and with a slight pause to catch their breath the two men began their assault on poor little Snow. Together they held her still while they established a brutal rhythm. As D. thrust forward, Vis drew back... as Vis thrust forward, D. drew back. Snow started ascending Mount Thunderous Orgasm once more. In fact she was almost there when with a matching pair of bellows, her two companions erupted. Visitor emptied a prodigious load into Snow's mouth which she struggled to swallow while D.'s hips rammed forward and froze as his twitching cock filled the condom to capacity. Snow mewled in disappointment as she kept thrusting back with her ass trying to maintain friction long enough to reach the orgasm which was dwindling into the distance. Once more Mount Thunderous Orgasm remained unconquered. With self satisfied sighs Visitor and Deirdre withdrew and flopped back into the comfort of the booth leaving poor Snow a quivering mess of frustration.

"What the fuck was that? Visitor I thought you were some famous porn star? What happened to the self control you guys are famous for? And Deirdre... couldn't you have held off for a couple more minutes? I was nearly there!!"

Visitor looked shocked. "I'm sorry Snow but I thought you knew. My screen name is Rodgering Rabbit on account of the speed in which I get things done."

On the other hand D. Fiant looked exactly that... defiant. "Honey I run one of the busiest sex clubs in town. As the boss it's my job to get around as many of my patrons as possible in any given night. Now if you'll excuse me..." Deirdre got up and left the booth without so much as a backward glance.

"I must be going too Snow. I'm sorry if we disappointed you and I hope you find what you're looking for. Pop over and see me some time." With that he got up and slipped into the booth reserved for him next to Snow's. As she rearranged her clothing Snow took the opportunity to look around the club. It was one massive fuck fest. People of all shapes, shades, sizes and ages were banging away as if all mankind depended on it. At any other time it would have been an exceptionally arousing sight for our young sexy lapsed virgin, but after her experiences so far in Defiant's it was depressing.

"I'm young, gorgeous and surgically enhanced... why can't I find the man of my dreams?" she asked the ceiling. 

"I've been asking myself exactly the same thing." The voice was deep and soft and came from right beside her. She spun around ready to tell whoever was sitting in her booth to take a hike however the words never made it past her lips.

"Wow! Where did you come from?" She was face to face with an incredible specimen of manhood. Her eyes quickly ran a survey of the man beside her. Two arms, two legs, one head, two eyes, one nose and a mouth. So far so good. All the major bits were where they should be and in the right quantities. So she went back and made a more detailed examination. The arms and legs seemed to be well muscled but not huge. He appeared to be fit with not an ounce of fat showing on his tall frame. His eyes were a soul piercing steel blue and the rest of his face was very easy on the eyes with a firm jaw, full lips, even white teeth and no sign at all of nostril foliage. He was deeply tanned and his sun bleached hair added to the image of an active outdoor lifestyle. Her mystery god was dressed comfortably rather than fashionably in camouflage cargo pants and a black t-shirt, his feet clad in a pair of Timberland boots. A dive watch and a silver bracelet both on his left wrist were the only jewellery he wore. To say that Snow was cautiously impressed would be an understatement... she was practically drooling. 

"A friend of mine told me that this would be the place to meet the woman of my dreams. Up until now I haven't had any luck. How about you?"

"Umm... well no luck so far." Snow blushed, hoping that he had missed the shows she had starred in so far this evening. "My name is Snow... what's yours?"

"I'm sorry. My name is Hugh... Hugh Jorgen. What do you do for living Snow?" It was the question Snow had been dreading since she turned to find him in her booth.

"I'm Horizontal Recreation Technician. How about you? What do you do?" He didn't bat an eye.

"I'm a marine biologist. I'm studying the mating habits of the Bearded Clam at the moment. It's been difficult because of funding problems so I've had to dig into my trust fund. Luckily it's big enough to handle funding my studies." Snow's eyes lit up. He had money, he was intelligent, he seemed to be very interesting and he was assembled like a Greek god. Now if he had a three pound cock he'd be perfect! "Look Snow this place is giving me the shits. Want to go and grab a coffee with me somewhere quiet? We can talk and get to know each other... what do you think?" 

"That sounds like a damned good idea to me Hugh. I'll just go and powder my nose and I'll be ready to roll." He smiled, giving her a flash of those perfect teeth then moved out of the booth so she could get out.

"I've just got to tell my cousins I'm leaving. I'll meet you at the door."

Snow hurried to the bathroom and quickly checked herself in the mirror. Not too bad, she decided, considering what she had been through this evening. Her lipstick needed a touch up and a quick mouthwash did wonders to eliminate the semen scent and flavour on her breath. 

"I'm ready," she announced as she walked up to him at the door. "Did you find your cousins?"

"Yup... I told them I'd see them at home tomorrow. They're staying with me for a few days. It's great actually... that mansion was way too big for just one person to rattle around in. The company has been good. Let's go. I'm taking you to Beagle's Frontier Coffee House. It's a new place where the coffee is prepared over an open fire... mainly because he can't afford one of those huge modern coffee machines." Snow got a conspiratory wink from Beej as they left Defiant's which she returned. 

"Hugh I have my car here. How about I follow you to this Beagle's place?" Already a brawl had erupted among the valet parking attendants and Snow could see that her hero from earlier had the upper hand. 

"No problem. Mine is the black Ferrari over there. Don't worry, I'll go slow." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek which due to his nervousness missed and landed on her nose and hurried off to get his car. Her valet limped over to her, the keys to her BMW dangling from his mangled hand. As she looked at his battered face she figured that he'd only have to spend a few days on life support before he was able to breathe unassisted. Slipping him a twenty and giving him a good long flash of her knickers she clambered into her car and pulled out to follow the black Ferrari. 

Coffee at Beagle's turned out to be a very relaxing and entertaining experience. Snow particularly liked the way Beagle frothed the milk for her cappuccino although she did have questions on just how sanitary the bike pump hose was. Their waitress, a dark haired beauty called Gotherella, was particularly attentive even offering to lick a drop of froth off Snow's cleavage when she accidentally spilled it on her. The highlight of the night's entertainment came when the fire department had to be called when Beagle's 'coffee machine' got out of control and threatened to burn the place to the ground. Still with all the distractions Snow and Hugh spent a nice time chatting and getting to know each other. She was as vague as possible when fielding questions about her job and successfully managed to steer the conversation back to his job each time.

"So would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap?" Hugh nervously asked as the firemen reeled in their hoses and Beagle and Gotherella started putting up signs advertising Smoked Muffins.

"I'd love to," murmured Snow shyly. "I'll follow you."

Hugh's house sat on a large estate in a gated community called The Enchanted Forest. Hugh stopped at the small guard house and got out to talk to the guard. After a few minutes he brought the guard back to Snow's car to introduce her.

"Snow this is Mr. Wolf... B.B. Wolf. I've arranged for B.B. to let you in any time you'd like to come to visit." Snow was a little freaked by B.B. as he leered at her behind Hugh's back and did his best to get a better view down her top and up her skirt, licking his lips with a very long tongue as he did so. As she drove through the gate Snow felt his eyes on her.

Hugh hadn't been exaggerating when he said he lived in a mansion. The place was huge and lavish; an eye opener among eye popping residences. As she parked her car behind Hugh's on the circular driveway Snow felt a bolt of nervousness.

"If he has a tiny cock I'm gonna be so crushed." It was the only prerequisite she wasn't sure of; he matched every item on the rest of her list but if he had a tiny cock and couldn't go all night like a lumberjack she would be heartbroken. She followed him through to the lounge, her high heels clicking on the marble floor.

"Grab a seat and I'll pour us a drink. Scotch be ok?" 

"Scotch is good," she replied as she lowered herself to a luxuriously padded leather couch trying to maintain her modesty as she did so. The room was huge with well stuffed couches and armchairs, enormous coffee tables, and a massive TV screen with a state of the art stereo system taking up one wall. Framed photographs of underwater scenes were dotted around the walls. It was a comfortable room and Snow instinctively knew he spent quite a bit of time in here. Hugh poured the drinks at a modern bar in one corner and brought them to the sofa. Passing one to Snow he sat down next to her but not as close as Snow would have liked. He seemed nervous.

"Want to watch some TV?" Snow figured that watching a little TV might make him relax a bit.

"Good idea... what would you like to watch? I've got cable so we should be able to find something." He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and the TV came to life as he began flicking through the channels.

"Ooh... stop there. I love this stuff," squealed Snow excitedly as he came to a sports channel playing K1 kickboxing. "There is just something about big fit men whacking the bejesus out of each other that really gets to me." Hugh was speechless. This woman was perfect. Big tits, great ass, long legs, beautiful face... and she loved sports! He was already composing the guest list for the wedding. If only she could accept his deformity... he'd soon find out.

They sat back to watch a great match between an Australian fighter who had more kicks than a Rockettes chorus line and a New Zealander with more combinations than a McDonalds menu. As they watched the fists and feet fly they gradually got closer and closer until Snow was tucked under Hugh's arm, pressed against his chest and breathing in the scent of his cologne 'Do Me' by Hugo Bust. The combination of the night's excitement, the violence on the TV and the manly smell of the god beside her was getting her all worked up again. She wanted his body.

"These boots are killing me. Mind if I make myself more comfortable Hugh?" 

"You go right ahead Snow," he said graciously as he kept his eyes glued nervously to the action on the TV.

Sitting up our heroine quickly made herself more comfortable... by stripping off her top, and exposing her beautiful tits encased in her sheer bra. That definitely got Hugh's attention. His eyes were now riveted to the luscious mounds and erect nipples showcased before him.

"Oh my god. They are beautiful... I mean you are beautiful. Oh god." His trousers tightened painfully as the blood flowed south at a rapid rate. As he squirmed uncomfortably Snow made a production out of stretching languidly, thrusting her breasts out at the tormented marine biologist. "Snow you are truly spectacular. A vision in black and blue. A rhapsody in raunchy lingerie. A symphony of sexiness. A..."

"For god's sake shut up and grope me!" Snow had reached the limit of her patience. Grabbing his hand she placed them forcefully on her hooters watching his reaction as his eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped. He didn't need telling twice as his hands took on a life of their own and started massaging and caressing the fleshy mounds, thumbs and fingers plucking and playing with her throbbing nipples. Snow moaned as her temperature began to rise and her legs automatically began to spread. None of this escaped Hugh's attention and he bent to kiss her as his pants grew tighter still. The kickboxing on the TV was forgotten as the two young lovers on the couch got their groove on. 

Snow ran her fingers through Hugh's hair as his tongue burrowed into her mouth and one hand dropped to her thigh just above her stocking top. The time had arrived.

"Oh god... what should I do? Should I play hard to get?" thought Snow as Hugh's hand began to creep closer to her insubstantial g-string. "Aah fuck it." Her thighs spread wide and she began her own exploration of Hugh's leg... which to Snow's educated touch seemed deformed. Either he had a salami strapped to his thigh or Snow was in for a big treat... a BIG treat. All of this was driven from her mind as Hugh's busily burrowing fingers hit the Promised Land. Unexpectedly Hugh went straight for her sensitive clit. Snow thought most men thought of a clit like they thought of Antarctica... most knew where it was but hardly anyone went there. As hit finger hit the magic button, her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned deep in her throat. She felt the first tremors of the orgasm she had been impatiently waiting for all night rising in her body and rolled her hips upward to maximise the contact on her clit. Snow was used to being in charge of her sexual destiny... but for once, she felt totally out of her depth; a feeling she tried to verbalise.

"Arfroble... goggaaalldderet..." she gurgled mindlessly as the pleasure washed over her.

Trying to verbalise her feelings was definitely not her best decision at that moment. Wisely, she decided to lie back and enjoy the skilful ministrations of her Marine Biologist lover. Thankfully, Hugh knew of better ways to utilise his mouth using his free hand to free one of her heaving breasts and latching onto her engorged nipple with his lips. That was enough for our feverish heroine. Snow went ballistic, rocketing into her orgasm with a gut wrenching intensity that shocked and surprised our hardened little chippy! Suddenly she became very religious.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" She screamed as her hips bucked, her eyes crossed and she spasmed wildly on the end of Hugh's talented digits. For his part Hugh was a little unprepared for the ferocity of Snow's response and it was all he could do to hang on until she settled down... which took a while. It was as if he had booked a ride on Old Faithful as a geyser of hot fluid erupted from Snow's loins as she thrashed her way to completion. Finally she calmed down enough for Hugh to extricate himself from her fierce grip and get up to go and grab a towel. When he returned he found Snow spread eagled on the couch languidly fingering her hot drenched pussy with a "come-hither-and-fuck-my-brains-out" look on her lovely face. Hugh was no dummy and before Snow could say "Come and get it big boy!" Hugh was stripped naked and diving between the long legs spread before him. He was as accurate as he was eager. With a grunt Snow found herself full of cock... and I do mean FULL! Her eyes widened in surprise as Hugh reached depths that nobody had reached before. 

"Oh my God... you're deformed!" Probably not the most tactful thing she could have said at that particular moment but it was surely accurate. Still it wasn't a bad thing. In fact as she shifted her hips to fully accommodate the intruder she thought that she could definitely get used to the cock currently plumbing her depths. She'd probably have to try it out a few more times just to make sure though, she thought as Hugh started to pump steadily in and out of her clinging cunt.

Soon she was moaning steadily as the orgasms washed over her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer and trying to slow his rhythm down so she could rest between orgasms but it was no go. Hugh had finally found the woman of his dreams. A woman who could take all of his mammoth cock without screaming her head off. He wasn't slowing down for anyone! His hips continued to piston and her orgasms continued to thunder through her... they were a match made in Defiant's. Finally they could hold back no more. With a final ear shattering scream, Snow's ultimate orgasm ripped through her, leaving her gasping and flopping bonelessly like a beached fish. Simultaneously Hugh went completely rigid... his eyes bulged with sheer pleasure and his cum poured from him as if he'd been saving it for a rainy day. In fact so much poured from him that Snow quickly overflowed... not that she felt it. She had passed out from the intensity of her climax. Hugh quickly followed suit, flopping down on top of our lovely lady unconscious.

Morning found them still lying there wrapped in each others arms. As Snow slowly emerged from the depths of her slumber she felt hands gently stroking her nude body. Arousal wasn't too far off... in fact it was a lovely way to be wakened she thought as she opened her eyes to find...

"Hiya baby! Couldn't keep away from us eh? We're Hugh's cousins. Droopy stop humping her leg you little fuckwad, and Leaky you could at least dribble that shit on the towel!" Bob licked his eyebrows with a flourish.



Snow White & The Seven Dwarves



Lifting one leg and settling her foot on the edge of the bed, she was open to his lips and tongue. He could do no more than stare at her perfectly formed sex for a long while, his fingers tracing the delicate lips before he gently parted them with his fingers and gazed at the treasure within. Leaning forward once more he teased her folds with his tongue, teasing her clit out from its protective hood until she was moaning and writhing in ecstasy and trying to pull him up to enter her aching pussy. 

With effortless grace he rose and pressed his throbbing organ into her. She sighed in her happiness as he filled her again and again; his hands fondling her breasts, feeling her nipples harden. He was almost overcome by her beauty, for she looked even more beautiful in her orgasmic pleasure and he had to close his eyes against the sight, only to open them again and wonder anew at the joy he had found. In this way they consummated their marriage.

Snow-White had as much pleasure in her new husband as her mother had with her father, and her husband, knowing of the great love she had for the dwarves allowed them to live in the castle and pleasure his beloved bride also. 

But Snow-White's wicked stepmother was also bidden to the month of wedding feasts. When she had arrayed herself in beautiful clothes she went before the looking-glass, and said, "looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all." The glass answered:

"Oh, Queen, of all here the fairest art thou, 
But the young Queen is fairer by far as I trow." 

Then the wicked woman uttered a curse, and was so wretched, so utterly wretched that she knew not what to do. At first she would not go to the feasting at all, but she had no peace, and had to go to see the young Queen. And when she went in she recognized Snow-White, and she stood still with rage and fear, and could not stir. But iron slippers had already been put upon the fire, and they were brought in with tongs, and set before her. Then she was forced to put on the red-hot shoes, and dance until she dropped down dead.