Anyway, I'm sitting on the couch nice and quiet thanks to the drugs and the hypnotism. Right, she's a hypnotherapist and after a shot of narcotic, she can make me believe anything. Remember the nonsense that you can't be hypnotized against your will bushwa! Anything's possible if you're on will dissolving drugs.

I'm aware of my maleness, but I'm somehow excited about my female condition. She's got me wanting sex, but I think I want sex with men! And the way I look, that shouldn't be tough to arrange. I'd complain about all of this but it's hard with my mouth stuffed so full. I'm sucking on a big phallus. It's got a leash connected to the end that sticks out of my lips. I know that I'll go anywhere I'm led on this leash. It's not tied in there, so why don't I just spit the thing out? Camilla told me that it feels so good to suck on it, and she's right. There's only one thing I'd rather suck on and since its not here yet, I'll work on the dong I've got.

The other two girls went back to the tavern. It's close to closing time and they're hunting for a date. For me. Maybe two. Super Slut can hump twin built men on a single bound. I'm drooling around my gagging. Some of that's caused by the thing vibrating deeply inside my seat. The rest is probably the expectation of how wonderful my nibbles will taste. Camilla told me that man-sausage is wonderful. She says their syrup's finer than anything I ever drank. It's hard to hold still. I fidget over the guys to come. Fidget and drool around an awful rubber mouthful.

I wonder what these guys were promised? Hell. Those two brunettes are so pretty that their bodies in those tight dresses were promise enough. Hope's what They almost fainted when they they offered these guys, and I'm their reward. saw me. What could go through a guy's head when he sees a blond Super Slut, all leotarded and booted and caped and hosed and sitting with a big dong hanging out of her cherry lips? Just the lights playing off my sparkling panty hose would make most guys tingle.

Quivering For Admission

Try as I might, I can't imagine what I would have thought. I'm told to talk with the studs. Of course I can't with this thing stuffed into my mouth. But they get a kick out of twirling the leash while I try, causing me to make funnier noises. Oh why can't I just spit the damned thing out, this is all too degrading. Too terrible. And it's leading up to a climax that I've got to escape. I'm a man. I can't suck these guys off. But how do I avoid it with my arms bound behind me and these long spikes and the spreader hampering my steps and with enormous boobs dangling enticingly. It's either use my mouth or take a raping.

Kneeling down is tough with your elbows touching and your arms encased, er, en-caped, behind your back. But I'm down now, sitting on my pencil thin 44

heels and mewing wantonly at their crotches. I'm drooling around this damned plug that's forced my revloned lips so awfully wide. The bigger guy's lacing my leash under his belt buckle. Oh no! as he pulls the thing, I'm getting reeled into that impossible bulge between his legs. Why can't I spit this thing away? What's making me keep it in? :

He's set his manhood free. I'm inches away from the tip of that massive thing quivering for admission into me. My struggles to pull my hands loose jiggle my boobs at him. Like a bird with a snake, I can't look away from this thing looming at me, pointing its charge right into my face.

Party Time

Somewhere I read that red causes men to emit a hormone, an aphrodysiac. Wrapped in red and blonded and painted, the guy's pulling my lips home to his monster, I can smell it, but still, I'm powerless to eject the ersatz member from my mouth. The smell's good. Looking up, my eyes plead for help, to be released, to let this terrible fate pass. I'm not a pansy, not a homosexual. I'm a well balanced, heterosexual guy. Yet I'm in a the position of a cock sucker. I'm looking at a man from a viewpoint that heterosexual men never get, and never want. This is a nightmare and....... "Oh!" I've touched him.

Gently, he's pulling the phallus from my lips. I'm powerless to pull back or even close my wetted lips, lips still parted wide, the drool rolling down my chin. The're forming a ring that's microns away from its target. As much as the corset will allow I'm gasping for breath, terribly excited. If only I could get my hands loose. Ewwwwww!" He's fondling my breasts and cupping a hand on the back of my head. If he presses me forward a millimeter, I'll have to swallow that thing. What did she do to me, whatever the drugs and hypnosis did, somehow I can't wait to feel that meaty rod deep down into my throat. He's in me, it's party time.

"Umph!" He wants me to talk to him while I'm impaled. How do you talk with so much meat in your mouth? "I uve ih. Ewww, iz i guh fa ew? I uhnuh dink yuh cuh." Why am I saying this? How can I be sucking on this thing? I'm in a frenzy. There's a thick liquid dripping into my mouth. Dank and bitter droplettes ooze out of the rod as it gets sells. It's hard to control the thing without my hands while trying to talk. Oh, if he comes, I'll really lose it and maybe take it all over my face. I've got to get him deeper. Got to swallow the thing. Got to deep throat so that YAH!

Salted Meat

They've, they've pulled him out. He was just about to cum and they

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