14 years ago I posted a couple of stories from my first sexual experience, which…
Welcome to My Lair, Bitch
Brenda always prided herself on being a small town girl. Her family had a three bedroom house in Mississippi that sat on two acres of land. Her brother was two years older than her – her mother 45, her father 53. Brenda was 21, and just transferred to college in Chicago. This was a monumental change in her life – as she had never been out of Mississippi. Jackson was the biggest city she had ever been to – and she had only been there twice to watch minor league baseball games with her father and brother. When she first got to Chicago she landed a job as a waitress in a home-style cooking restaurant off of Wabash Avenue. She spent most of her time there when not attending classes, fascinated by the people that would eat there. Most of the people that she served were repeat customers of the restaurant. However, one saturday night a guy walked in that she had never seen before. She didn’t get a good look at him when he entered, but as she approached him she realized how sexy he was. He glanced up at her and she knew she had to have him.
“So what’s good here?” He asked.
Brenda was speechless. He was aware of the affect he had on her immediately.
“My name is, Drew.” He said confidently. He had a very deep voice.
Brenda told him her name and they chatted for a bit. Nobody else came in the rest of the night, and soon enough it was time to close.
“So what are you doing tonight?” Drew asked.
“Whatever you’d like.” Brenda whispered flirtatiously.
“How about my place?” Drew said.
“How about mine?” Brenda said sexily.
Drew would take what he could get, so he agreed and after a long walk home they got to Brenda’s front door. Once they got to the front door it was obvious what was going to happen next. They were going to fuck. Drew knew it and Brenda did too. Brenda opened the door and let Drew in first, she followed in after him. She turned on the lights and Drew took a seat on the couch. Brenda wasted no time and ripped off her shirt. She was wearing a sexy bra and Drew loved it. She ran over to him and they ripped each others cloths off in a matter of seconds. Brenda had her hands all over Drew’s hard cock, stroking it furiously. She took on a new persona. She put her huge tits up in Drew’s face and started slapping his face with them, making his cheeks red. Drew was oddly turned on. She was riding Drew’s leg, rubbing her clit on it and getting really wet, gushing down on his knee. Drew started to finger Brenda, swiveling his fingers around putting his thumb on her clit.
“Finger my asshole, NOW!” she demanded.
Drew wasted no time, inserting three fingers in her surprisingly loose asshole, jabbing them in repeatedly. Brenda started screaming in ecstasy. Drew was hard as a bowling pin, Brenda shoved one of her nipples in Drew’s mouth.
“Suck it, fuckboy!” she said.
Drew was becoming a bit concerned about how demanding Brenda was. She viciously rubbed her clit up against his leg. then she quickly got down on her knees and sucked Drew’s cock. She could get the whole 9 inches down her throat without gagging. She pinched his balls, which hurt a little bit and then she slapped his balls together. Drew immediately fell to the ground in pain. She kicked him in the balls. Then she ran across the room, got handcuffs and tied drew up to the bottom of the couch. Drew was in severe pain, screaming, trying to touch his balls to console them, but he couldn’t reach from the cuffs. Brenda walked over to the closet and opened it up. She rolled out a big box that lay on a two-wheller. Drew lay there in agony, staring at the box, wondering what would come next. Brenda opened the hatch and two midgets in full leather suits ran out and stared at Drew.
“Welcome to my lair, bitch” Brenda said.
“WHY?!” Drew screamed. “Why would you do this to me?!”
“Because I own your meat you worthless piece of cock!”
Drew glanced up at the midgets in full body leather suits and couldn’t even imagine what they were going to do. He couldn’t even determine what gender the midgets were – not that it mattered all that much. Drew knew that he was about to have the worst experience of his life.
One of the midgets waddled over to Drews head and took its cock out. It was a tiny cock, with balls the size of peas. He started to pee all over Drews face, saying “Ahhhh” as he did it, relived. Drew was absolutely repulsed and about to vomit. Then the midget took his cock and whacked Drew in the eye with it, giddily giggling. Meanwhile, the other midget took off the bottom half of it’s suit, it was a female midget and it had a clit the size of a tiny penis. The leather mask covered it’s face, so when she spoke it was muffled.
“You like my clit, bitch? You think I’m sexy? You think I’m a sexy little gimp? Well, I’m not, so don’t lie to me asshole! Suck my clit like a cock, you cunt-beating whore!” she screamed.
Drew refused. He would not suck her clit, he simply would not do it. The female midget tried to dangle her oversized clit into his mouth, but it was to no avail.
“If you don’t open up wide for Mommy I’m going to have to eat one of your balls!” She exclaimed.
Drew reluctantly opened his mouth and sucked on the midgets clit. Brenda was in the background laughing and masturbating as all of this happened. Both of the midgets began fucking Drew’s mouth, and right as they started doing so, Brenda squirted all over the room, spraying down everybody. She shook with pleasure, watching her gimps take advantage of Drew.
All Drew could think was “Why me? Why did Brenda do this to me? Help me god!” And right as he thought that, his handcuffs came undone. He stood up and Brenda’s face dropped.
“Fuck my ass.” She said.
“Bend over, whore.”
Drew walked over and put his cock deep in Brenda’s ass. They fucked until Drew filled Brenda up with his cum. Brenda then farted all the cum out into the mouths of the two midgets, who ate it up without complaint. Drew stood above Brenda, panting.
“You’re one fucked up girl.” He said.
Brenda woke up from her dream. Beads of sweat were rolling down her face.
“DADDY!”
Brenda’s father ran into her room.
“What?!” He asked, concerned.
“I am not moving to Chicago!”