Sadopsychorama
He liked Clyrissa. She was a cock-hungry female if there ever was one. At 5'5",
she had platinum blonde dyed hair, big tits, and a tight waist. She was a hot
lay. But the best thing about her - the thing that stiffened his cock whenever
he saw her was the fact that she was 53 years old. Something about that fact
really got him going. After contemplating on it for several hours one night he
decided it was that maybe she was supposed to know better, as an older and
mature person, that she was supposed to be some kind of moral guide for him but
instead...chose to fuck him.
Clyrissa was a prostitute. Lon had been seeing her for eight months and still
loved it. Though he always paid her a good price and left a tip their
relationship had progressed past the normal whore/john stereotypes and had
approached something resembling a true friendship. She mothered him...cooking
dinner and cleaning his clothes...and then she'd fuck him. Lon loved it.....it
was all he wanted during that period of his young life. He trusted Clyrissa and
nearly felt he loved her - but in what way he was not sure.
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"Hey Cly...feeling hot?" Lon reached toward her as they paired up and headed
toward her secluded flat below street level. He marveled at her rich curves and
mature smile savoring the lusty looks passers by threw at them. His hard-on
always started just after seeing her and looking into those eyes - those sweet
older eyes...slightly wrinkled at the edges, mouth still curving in a sexy twist
at the ends. They passed two figures in trench coats eyeing them from the
darkness and headed into Cly's apartment. Clyrissa looked back nervously for
just a second - like a surfacing periscope....searching for the enemy.
Cly pushed her tight, leather skirt slowly off while Lon sat naked on the end of
the bed. He stared, transfixed in her eyes as she continued to undress, his cock
growing with each pump of his heart. Cly looked nervous tonight. Lon had no idea
why - she was usually so calm, so friendly and open. He started to probe with
questions while she slowly unrolled her stockings, flicking her tongue quickly
out like a snake. Lon panned across the room while he worded his phrases and
they rested his eyes on a bowl of apples in the midst of her table. "what's
wrong?"...."why so tense.?..." . At first her answers were evasive then, slowly,
she opened up. It seemed to be a simple personality crisis of some sort - he
must of gotten too close to her and now she was wanting more. She moved closer
and began to suck his pole - moving slowly at first shifting her eyes up to his
and playing with his balls with her sharp red finger nails.
"I'm a prostitute...Lon - you should remember that." Lon awoke slightly from his
reverie wondering why she was picking this time to converse. "I go to the
highest bidder - if someone offers me money that's where I go...you should never
forget that." Lon was slightly stunned wondering what the problem was. No real
answers came from his questions but he wasn't actually listening, he was too
intent on her naked glory. Cly reached slyly down pulling long thick ropes from
beneath the bed and slowly bound his hands tightly to the bars of the elaborate
head board at the end of her bed. She continued spouting vaguely depressing
expressions about being a "whore" and "always...ALWAYS going to the highest
bidder....never giving up good money...." Etc... etc...Lon was getting tired of
this but was excited by the ropes which he rarely requested but seriously
enjoyed...he didn't like to admit to a woman how much he enjoyed being powerless
at the hands of a hot bitch....but, Cly was OK.....she really was.
What surprised him was that she put one rope under each of his knees after
strapping his arms down. She had never done this he thought....his cock began to
re-stiffen and his heart rate picked up slightly. She took the ends and fastened
them to something behind the headboard...she looked into his eyes as she pressed
the button beside the bed and the whirring sound began. The ropes tightened and
his knees slowly began to rise...higher...then down as they approached a
proximity somewhere just above each shoulder. His cock lay flat - hard as
porcelain against his stomach. His heart raced - what did she have in mind? This
is new shit! His excitement was overpowering but one thing bothered him and that
was the fact that his asshole...his tight virgin asshole was so exposed - spread
and slightly parted...like a small mouth sucking in gasps of air.
She first said the words as the door knob slowly turned...Lon thought he saw a
tear falling but the sounds behind her riveted him and his attention shifted to
the opening panel of wood. "I'm sorry..."
She moved to the side to reveal one of the most bizarre sights Lon had ever
seen; the heads of two women perched on seemingly metallic trenchcoats - one
gorgeous and young with the sultry looks of a naughty-girl-blonde....the other
woman's face was obscured by something - a shroud-like mask which crushed her
features into a nightmare creation....Lon could see it was a tight stocking
pressing in on all sides and flattening her nose and spreading the cheeks of her
face. She smoked through the nylon pouting out the mist into the room. Lon
vaguely heard Cly say "sorry" and he began to realize why she had acted so
strangely. In some strange weird exchange she had sold him out - had accepted
cash for something THESE people wanted.
The smoking woman was obviously older. As they shed the trench coats their
gorgeous bodies revealed hot, black and red satin lingerie. The young hot blonde
obviously was wearing a strap-on dildo of immense proportions - Lon could see
it's veins through the tight panties around her loins. But Lon really glared at
the strangely attractive, stocking shrouded, woman on her left - she looked
absolutely wicked - she looked capable of anything. As Lon contemplated what
"anything" encompassed he felt his own exposed nakedness and strained to
contract his butt cheeks. Only succeeding in "winking" his already stretched
anus and producing a grin on the young girl. Lon lay frozen staring at them
-enraptured and horrified all at once.
The older woman placed a small speaker on the night stand at the end of the bed
and raised a tiny rectangular microphone to her lips. She spoke and a distorted,
surreal voice pealed from the speaker. "OK - CLYRISSA! - LETS SEE SOME ASS!" Cly
approached the bed while slowly bending over - looking into Lon's eyes and
mouthing "I'm sorry" yet again - her face rested perilously close to Lon's
rectum. She flicked her snake like tongue out, in an almost rehearsed motion,
barely grazing the rectal rim...a prologue of sorts....maybe, Lon thought.
Things began to happen fast at that point. The young, unresistingly hot blonde
stepped forward close behind Cly's hips and violently ripped away her satin
panties, a few shreds lingering, caught in the grip where Cly's thigh and crotch
met. The blonde licked her lips and pushed her own panties down to her ankles
and stepped forward. A large, rapidly engorging cock flopped into view. Lon
blinked as he tried to focus on the plastic shaft. It was with dawning clarity
that he noticed the tale-tell signs of a real cock; a hermaphroditic organ
swaying in the void above Cly's ass. The older woman handed a naked stick of
butter to the young girl who lasciviously began painting her penis...she dropped
large globules of saliva down onto the head of her cock and lathered it up. She
smiled wickedly, like an enraptured pagan.
The trans-gender blonde penetrated Cly quickly amidst cries of "No!...I've
changed my mind..." The older woman just snickered while she greased up her own
snatch. "You'll do it, you BITCH - you fucking whore BITCH! You'll get the
ASSFUCK!" The blonde shemale lapped hungrily in the air as her cock entered and
exited Cly's ass in rapid succession...Lon's eyes followed the hot action unable
to tear away from it. His cocked stayed hard as he watched the pained
expressions on Cly's face...not from pain since he himself had harshly entered
her anus but from some kind of humiliation....Lon realized that Cly must have
been paid lots of money by these people. He was watching a "force fuck" in which
the victim was a paid participant....the straining cock moving quickly in fury.
Cly and the blonde faded out of sight - pushed away. The apparition of the older
woman eclipsed his view and he found himself staring up, almost ninety degrees,
into the strangely crushed face. The lips stretched maniacally at both sides.
She was rapidly fixing a strap-on around her waist tightening it securely at the
sides while grinning like an evil satyr...the end of the large phallic pole was
a hair's breath from Lon's anus...exposed, staring almost at the ceiling...a
solitary blind flexing eye. It was clear where things were headed as this
crazed, sexual, nightmare-clown-bitch greased her rod. Lon began to
plead..."Please don't fuck me..." it was so demeaning - but he had no recourse,
Cly had fastened him so securely he could barely raise either hand and his legs
were hopelessly pinned back. The woman pressed both palms on the underside of
his thighs, applying her weight to push his legs back further and his anus
wider...Lon could feel the tip of the plastic breaching his entrance. She
paused, seemingly confused for a slight second - Lon thought he could see pity
or remorse cross her blurred features...."Please Lady - don't fuck me...not like
this....don't fuck my ass with that fucking dildo...Please - IT WILL BE A CRIME
FOR GOD'S SAKE - DON'T." This snapped her out of her doldrums, seemingly
exciting her more - she snarled one phrase through the microphone before
dropping it and plunging down..."You won't go to the cops..." The impact of the
first descent practically knocked the air out of both of them - Lon fought for
breath his jaw hanging down in concert with his asserting lover....she thrust
forward widening his opening and pushing farther inside him, harder. This entire
period Lon's erection maintained it's height and even while his anal rape
transpired upon that bed he felt the sperm welling deep in his balls - still
festering there since Cly was sucking him. He kept protesting yelling for her to
"Stop" but this seemed to double her excitement as she pushed her finger nails
deeper into his thighs and bared the cock down with greater intensity - flicking
her tongue from her mouth, savoring this moment of total domination over the
virgin asshole - enjoying the whelps of "no". Lon envisioned the swaying, full
breasts above him engorged with milk, heavy with nurturing sustenance....he
thought they would surely burst like balloons, milk spilling all over him. An
ancient Earth mother - reenacting a ritual from the ancient past...ready to feed
him....
Lon's desire to release his juices increased but he fought the impulse to
spew....he did not want this crazy bitch to make him cum...a picture of Cly's
face arose in his mind at the instant he saw it reared behind the raping
bitch...he could feel the crazy hot-hag's orgasm approaching - her knees were
clenching on either side of him...the phallic protrusion itself spending longer
periods buried to the hilt in his ass...up his asshole. She leaned over panting,
tongue lolling in circles criss-cossing the air...she put her lips to his ear.
Lon could feel the strange texture of the stocking on his skin and she
whispered, no longer with the microphone, voice in clear, whispered, gasping
phrases...."You..........love........to be ass - fucked..........don't you....."
The sound sent a horrifyingly delicious thrill through his body as he felt his
balls surge, ready to pump their flow through his cock.
The lady was pulled violently away and Lon gasped as the cock exited his
rear....Cly was pummeling her, reaching for the plastic cock and grasping at her
stockinged head..."You Bitch - you fucking sick BITCH!", Cly screamed slapping
at her. Lon turned his head to the ceiling staring into the void counting the
squares in Cly's ceiling to block the scene from his mind. He heard their
turmoil knocking furniture and slamming into the door but the sound which roused
his mind was the creeping footsteps slowly approaching the base of the bed. Lon
slowly looked down dreading the sight of the all too real throbbing organ
situated below the gorgeous belly of the blonde. She walked slowly,
unconsciously mimicking his helpless gestures - his bottom jaw flapping
uncontrollably. Her eyes screwed up in a sympathetic gesture as she closed in
and the edge of her cock brushed the outside of his rectum. Lon shivered as he
contemplated the proffered act. The struggle beyond the bed reached a crescendo
and Lon saw Cly get the upper hand - inwardly cheering for a second he almost
laughed as she forced her head up and wrenched at the stocking shroud pulling it
hard and off......the trans-gender organ applying more pressure to his puckering
orifice. Poised and ready!
Lon swallowed slowly...heart pounding in his chest his breathing laboring....his
mind went dizzy and his eyes danced from one face to another not quite
comprehending but understanding it all...his mind swam and he felt his seed
return to his pole propelled up from his balls and working its way up and out.
Cly fell away her task seemingly accomplished and the hermaphrodite blonde
turned back and looked questioningly at the now exposed woman, sweat coursing
over her breasts and down to her moist cunt. Lon envisioned the sweat dripping
through the mane of hair in her crotch and tightly coating her inner folds of
flesh...her prepuce and labia.... Clitoris and the membrane on the outside of
her anus. Lon's Mother looked squarely into his eyes and almost panted the words
- he couldn't even see her lips move he was so transfixed - "Go ahead - fuck him
- FUCK HIS ASS..." The lusty transsexual shaft slipped in violently parting
Lon's aperture for the second time that night....he grunted a whine as his
Mother walked slowly toward him like an aging Italian Film Actress - sultry and
aged - wise and decadent.... Debauched and bold - exposed........his eyes
trailed down her brown hair and tight waist to her moist snatch - wiry dense
hair covered her partially exposed protruding cunt lips - which appeared
overlarge and obscene. A thousand fantasies coursed through his brain in a
matter of seconds as his mother stopped inches from his knees...bending down
slowly to place her head and face in close proximity to the furious action near
his sphincter. He lost sight of her, his head unable to bend past the curve of
his chest...but he did feel a comforting hand running down the inside of his
thigh and felt the welcoming salve of newly added saliva - coated onto his anus
by one soothing finger as the invading cock continued to pound....
The woman tired of the action spectacle in his crotch and turned to the young
man stretched out beneath her - her wanton desires coursed through her and she
mounted his face thrusting her willing cuntal flesh deep into his mouth -
pulling back and throwing forward. She grabbed his head with one hand the other
stretched, supporting, behind her....she arched her back and pushed onward
gyrating ever quicker...the climax approaching...she leaned forward to accept
the pleasure and the bulging breasts clung low easily boxing his head. Lon
thought of pure white milk emanating from one bulging breast and clear fluid
spewing from the other meeting before his face and coursing onto his lips...
The blonde shemale jerked greedily on Lon's cock with a bony hand - she reached
forward stealing the his Mother's vaginal fluid and applied it on his throbbing
member...soon Lon's semen was poised to spew and the blonde lurched savagely
until she felt her own orgasm building - at the moment of climax she withdrew
her cock from Lon's sucking ass mating it fiercely with his penis - holding both
surging organs in one hand and forcefully thrusting up and down the hot juice
fired out and landed in glistening globules on the woman's back....Lon knew the
moment it occurred because he saw her face enlighten in rapture. Moaning
demurely she pulled her pussy from his mouth and lowered herself to kiss him -
their tongues entwining, she rubbed her crotch on his lower chest - her clitoris
erecting a staff of pleasure which Lon could distinctly feel pressing around his
navel....the woman arched her buttocks backwards until Lon's shaft rested, still
twitching, between her flexing orbs. Semen continued to seep from his tiny penis
hole dribbling down her crack and onto her anus. Lon imagined it entering her
tight dirty hole and entering her body through the cavity of her rectum.
- Epilogue -
Cly looked guiltily at the floor refusing to meet Lon's gaze...he dressed slowly
in a trance while putting on his jockey shorts wondering if his anal passage
would ever operate properly again. He eyed Cly as she bent over grabbing for the
now slack rope strewn on the floor...her cheeks toward him - tight white fabric
stretched across the globes of her ass. He reached for this first and ripped it
away - she turned with an expression of torment...but "she had it coming" he
thought..."she really did"....her breasts surging up and down breathing sucked
through clenched teeth. Lon entered her anus after minimally lubing his raging
cock...he saw her face tense in an expression of passionate disbelief in the
wall mirror opposite them....it only took about ten violent jerks - the cheeks
parting softly, pliantly, like warm clay....she raised on her toes to give him
better access while still whimpering...sobbing....
Lon came deep in her ass - Clyrissa could feel the hot spunk in her soul as if
it penetrated the mucous lining of her internal organs and entered her
bloodstream....Lon envisioned cows in a pasture....and busty, raging incestual
breasts full of milk hovering over his face....expelling fluid which dripped
down his mouth and chest. He stood motionless. Cly moved her ass back and forth
on his shaft, clenching her rectal muscles with force...sucking his sperm from
the pole as if her anus were a tiny mouth opening and closing....phosphene
images exploded in fractal patterns within his closed eyelids and his motor
neurons fired continually...dopamine flooding his senses...
