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Sexual Perversions - 22
by Strangesub (strangesub@yahoo.com)
***
Mr. Sanders calls up Greg again. He wants to shave him
and dress him up as a girl to be fucked and used by a
business colleague. (MMm, underage, nc, rp, v, oral,
anal, bd, ws, cd)
***
It was the end of my college sophomore year in late
Spring, 1974.
I was 20 years old and my sex life was a pornographic
dream come true. I was fucking a couple of different
girls; had had orgies with a few more; and had gotten
fucked up the ass and done other perverted things with
several different men. I loved it all...
After I got back to school, Janie and I fucked that
night, making me the kingliest stud I could imagine. I
did not tell Janie about any of my other sexual
adventures - she thought it was just her and I.
However, the next day, Dara wanted to fuck me again;
Dara wanted me to model with her; Dara wanted a lot of
shit. And, I didn't want her.
Even though the sex was incredible, she and Karla scared
me a little bit and I didn't need her for sex.. In spite
of being totally delirious with their fucked up sex, to
the point that it made me hard just to think about it, I
remembered the pain and her weird domination a little
too vividly. I didn't really feel safe with Dara. She
was my age, a girl, and I didn't want her to be in
control of my sex. Now that I could fuck anyone I
wanted, I figured - Fuck her. Plus, there was only two
weeks of school left. Fuck her.
Well - that pissed her off. She was a chick who wanted
to be in control; who wanted to be desired; and who was
definitely used to getting her own way.
Within a day, she ended telling everyone how she got her
shaved cunt and how I like to be tied up and fucked.
Janie found out.
And, that pissed Janie off. Through explanations,
pleading and reason, I managed to keep our relationship
options open, but our sex life stopped. She basically
told me that she was taking time off from us for final
exams and the summer and that we would see what would
happen the following year. It was a really shitty way to
end the year and suddenly, I was at ground zero again.
King Stud to nothing in a couple of days.
It was incredibly depressing.
Then, Mr. Sanders looked me up... He left a message in
the dorm for me to call him so, I did. What the fuck;
why not?
He told me he had someone he wanted me to meet and that
I needed to free my calendar on the last Saturday
afternoon of the school year... Greed, resentment,
horniness, and why the fuck not... got the better of me
and I agreed, prepared for almost anything.
My instructions were to wear only shorts and a t-shirt
and nothing else.
Saturday afternoon came - I took off my clothes in my
dorm room; got really, really stoned, stroking myself
and imagining Mr. Sanders making me do his little wacko
things and then, wearing no underwear, I put on some
ragged old gym shorts and a t-shirt.
When I got to his hotel room (which was college owned,
abutting the college owned golf course), Mr. Sanders was
as pleased as a kid with a new toy.
He greeted me at the door by grasping my face with his
hands and kissing me deeply. His tongue shoved its way
into my mouth and he began licking and caressing my
young body.
"Oh my beautiful, darling boy," he gushed, his hands
roving down to my crotch and squeezing my already stiff
rod, "you are so good to come and meet your daddy's
friends... Let me see how you look."
He took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom,
touching me and telling me how wonderful it was that I
came back to see him.
"And you dressed just like I asked you to..." he
remarked. "You are such a good boy. Now... just stand
there..."
He reached out and grasped my nipples through my t-shirt
and squeezed...
"OHhhhhh," I moaned at his dominating control of the
situation.
I was such a slut.
As he twisted my nipples painfully, he smiled as he
watched my face - my mouth dropping open in submissive
lust and my knees buckling under me. My cock was
throbbing hard. As usual, I was stoned out of my mind
and that itself was an erotic high. Being his boy toy
made me hot. I reached down and caressed his crotch
through his pants.
"Oooo, not yet, son" he said.
He let go of my nipples and moved my hands away. Then
grabbing the collar of my t-shirt, he pulled, hard. For
an old guy, Mr. Sanders was pretty strong. First, the
collar bit painfully into my neck, and then the material
gave way and he ripped it right down my front. I stood
there in dazed submission, my prick getting even harder
as he unzipped my shorts and ripped the crotch out. I
fell against him, my clothes suddenly in rags, my half
naked body seeking protection under my daddy's punishing
hand.
"Oh, yes, my boy," murmured Mr. Sanders as he grabbed my
now exposed balls and an exposed chest nipple and
squeezed again.
"UUnnnn," I moaned rubbing against his body, kissing his
neck as he administered his pleasure punishment to my
sensitive flesh.
"Now, we have to go to the bathroom," said Mr. Sanders
as he slid his hand down inside the back of my loosely
hanging, torn shorts and grabbed a naked ass cheek,
roughly propelling me to the bathroom.
"Kneel down in the tub, Greggy," said Mr. Sanders,
smiling to beat the band
Of course. I stepped into the tub and knelt down, my
steel hard, hairless dick poking out in front of me from
the ruin of my shorts, exposed to his longing gaze.
"Oh," he breathed, opening his zipper and pulling out
his impressive sized cock. "You kept yourself smooth for
Daddy. You're such a good boy."
He stood over me, smiling, his soft cock pointed at mine
and I waited for the inevitable. It wasn't long. His
yellow pee arced out over me and began to splash my
stiff member and soak my groin. He directed his flow up
my stomach and naked chest, soaking my ripped t-shirt...
"Open your mouth, son," he directed.
I sighed and closed my eyes, opening my mouth, feeling
his hot waste bathe my chin and squirt directly between
my open lips, then saturating my whole face, soaking my
long red hair.
"Take off your things and come in to the bedroom," said
Mr. Sanders when he was done.
I did as he asked, leaving my piss soaked rags in the
tub and when I got into the bedroom, he was finishing
stripping himself, his large cock almost fully hard.
"Lay down," he commanded, pushing me back onto the bed.
I lay back and he took my smooth stiff prick and started
licking it in a love song of lust. He seemed to enjoy
sucking on my pee soaked flesh. He spent a while licking
my young cock, massaging and licking my naked balls and
inner thighs, finally sucking me deep into his mouth and
raising my hips up to play with my asshole. Again, he
lovingly played his fingers up and down my ass crack,
pinching my puckered anus. His fingers were slick with
lube and they slid up and down the crack of my ass. My
cock was aching in his hot mouth and I could feel my hot
pre-cum fluids bubbling inside me.
"Oh, my boy, you have the most beautiful ass and penis"
cooed Mr. Sanders, taking his mouth off my trembling
cock and slowly pushing his finger into my asshole.
"Nhghhh," I grunted at the mild pain and tried to open
up my ass for him.
My whole body was shaking and my stiff cock was pulsing
from his methodical, deliberate invasion.
"Uhhhhh," I gasped as he pushed past my anus, inserting
his finger deeper.
He pushed farther and farther, wiggling his finger,
creating flashes of sensuality that shot into my cock
and balls. I groaned as he probed deeper and deeper, my
asshole a captive to his lust.
"Yes, my beautiful naked son," he murmured, as he shoved
his finger in to the hilt, penetrating my boy's fuck
hole to the max, "that's so nice. Now move that pretty
butt for me."
"Ohhhhhh" I groaned as I tried to move my ass laying on
top of his hand, wriggling and fucking his finger
embedded deep within.
My cock was so hard and I loved being under domination
as he sodomized me.
"Greggy," said Mr. Sanders, "your pussy hole seems a
little loose. Have you been playing with yourself?"
"Yessss," I moaned as the thoughts of him fucking me
with that huge cock of his now danced in my mind.
His finger pumped in and out of my asshole, fucking me
into wanton submission. He lowered his mouth to my cock
again and started sucking me as he kept fucking me with
his finger.
"Ooohh, fuck oohh, fuck," I moaned over and over again,
losing my mind at the incredible erotic thrill of him
expertly sucking my hard cock and his finger pumping in
and out of my ass, fucking me again and again. I wanted
to do whatever he wanted me to do. He came up for air
and telling me how nice my asshole was now and how much
I liked daddy's finger up my ass and I kept on moaning
"Yess, yesss, yessss," as he sucked me harder and faster
until my spunk finally shot out into his mouth and his
fingers pumped in and out of my spasming asshole.
"AAHHhhhhh, Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh," I moaned as he milked my
cock dry, extracting every last drop of cum, leaving his
fingers in my ass.
He finally slipped his hand out of my butt and got up
off of my cock. I was still in the beautiful stoned
state of post orgasmic bliss when he grabbed both of my
legs, lifted me up to drag my ass to the edge of the bed
and placed his large, now very hard cock head at the
entrance to my ass. My eyes shot open as he pressed into
me, his own cock already slick with lubrication. The
bulbous head of his cock opened my anus and this time,
with one thrust, he buried himself in my ass.
"AAHHHH, OOHHH, FUCK, NOooo, PLEEEEZE," I protested at
this sudden anal rape. His fat pole was a shaft of hard
fire in my ass.
"You let someone else fuck you, didn't you, you little
slut?" Mr. Sanders drew back his burning rod and slammed
it home again.
"OOOooo, pleassse, nooo, nooo, no!" I cried out, my body
rising up in protest as his hard thrusts filled my ass.
Mr. Sanders grabbed my nipples and pinched them as he
continued to stretch my ass with his hard cock.
"I can feel it," he said. "You let someone else fuck
you, you CUNT!"
"You!" he slammed his cock up my ass.
"Let!" again he rammed his pole into my burning fuck
hole.
"Someone!" He fucked me in and out of my abused anal
canal.
"Fuck you!"
"YESS, yess, oohhhhh, ffcuuuckk, I..uhh... I.. uuhh,
I'mmm sorry," I groaned, as his hard, pulsing manhood
continued to skewer my naked ass, pounding in and out of
my pussy hole.
"You fucking boy whore." Mr. Sanders continued his
invective as he fucked me hard, in and out, sliding his
hard meat in and out of my ass.
He pushed on my legs for leverage as my feet came down
near my head on either side and my head began to thrash
back and forth as he continued his assault on my
asshole, hitting this incredible pleasure spot inside of
my with his hard, punishing cock. My own my spent cock
stiffened again, thrilling in the fiery sensations
radiating from inside my boy hole, as he continued
verbally abusing me for getting fucked as he fucked me
hard with his thick man meat.
"Ahhhhhh," moaned Mr Sanders as he froze, his fuck tool
spewing hot cum into my ass, pumping its molten seed
deep into my bowels.
"AHH, AHHH... ahhhhh..."I practically sobbed as I felt
his cum shoot out, pulsing my insides with incredible
pleasure...
I felt the liquid ooze of his sperm as he withdrew his
cock from my ass, my own cock, hard and throbbing, my
asshole twitching from his assault. He walked to the
side of the bed and said "Clean me up Greggy."
I anxiously started lapping at his drooping cock,
cleaning our combined sex juices with my tongue and
mouth, my ass and his sperm, still reveling in the
sensations from my well fucked ass. When I was done to
his satisfaction, he told me to go take a shower.
I enjoyed the shower, washing my body, soaping my still
hard dick, shoving my own fingers up my ass, feeling Mr.
Sanders goopy cum. I was on a stoned high sex trip and
this new "just fucked" feeling from my asshole was
wonderful. I could easily get used to this... After
having my own little mini orgy with my body, I washed my
long hair, got out and dried off.
Then, while I was still naked, Mr. Sanders made me up as
a woman.
First, he shaved my already hairless body all over
again, leaving only my long, red locks. After enjoying
his shaving, he did my hair. I mean, he really did my
hair - combed it, snipped it a little bit, set it and
blew dry it. It was gorgeous when he was done and I
would have been the envy of any girl.
He then put makeup on me, did my eyebrows, plucked them
a little bit (you know, that hurts and it's not erotic
at all), and eyes, etc., and dressed me up in fairly
attractive women's dress, first thoroughly lubing my
asshole again and strapping on fake latex tits.
I put full length pantyhose on over my legs, ass and
hard cock meat - for the first time. It felt very nice
on my hairless skin. I just let him go for it without
questions. He seemed to enjoy himself so much. Looking
in the mirror, I was impressed. I looked like a girl.
For real. I'd never make a Playboy centerfold, but I was
actually pretty damn attractive for some college boy
made up to look female. The fact that I had a naturally
rosy smooth complexion and that my fine haired beard
didn't leave any stubble helped, But, the use of the
makeup was the whole key and I was impressed with Mr.
Sanders' expertise (being in the theater myself).
Mr. Sanders told me that we would be dining with a
business associate of his who I would be accompanying
back to this room while he would be going home. He again
took out five hundred dollars and I put it in the pocket
of my torn shorts for when I came back. And, of course,
I thought - Fuck, why not? Any doubts I had about any
part of these weird perversions were gone totally. I was
in a different fucking reality. I was still wasted. I
was still horny. My used asshole was still sending sex
sensations to my brain. And fuck, at this point, I'd get
fucked in the middle of the quad for five hundred
dollars.
The only fucked up part of dinner was that the college
waiters and waitresses were people I knew. At the time,
I didn't think I was recognized because no one said
anything. Much later, I found out that I was recognized.
But, at the time, I was relieved.
Mr Sanders friend, Ben, was a fat, balding guy who
treated me just like you would a date. Of course, I had
a guy's voice, but I was careful to speak softly and, as
usual, I went with the moment. I was an actor after all,
so I acted like I thought a flirtatious girl would act.
It was kind of cool. He treated me with the combination
of lust and politeness that a guy would treat any woman
who he is eating out to dinner with, but knows that
"she" is going to go back to his room with him to be
fucked silly.
I thought 'fuck it.' I was paid; I was all dressed up
and...
After dinner, Mr. Sanders said good night to us and I
went back to the room with Ben - where he changed into a
complete rapist.
Once the door was closed, he turned to me, grabbed my
long red hair and pulled me to him. He kissed me, hard,
shoving his tongue into my mouth while pulling on my
hair, moving my head from side to side. Then, he
literally ripped the dress off of my body. He just tore
it off while his tongue was still in my mouth and he
pushed me against the closed door. I tried to protest,
worried that my dress was destroyed, not understanding
his rough treatment, but his tongue was skewering my
mouth and he paid no attention. Finally, he let me go
and stepped back from my dazed body.
"Take those fake fucking tits off now," he ordered as he
started taking off his own clothes.
I looked at him with amazement, because this was really
a Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde thing, but I did what he told me
to do and unstrapped my tits, leaving me with a naked
chest and a ripped dress hanging off of my pantyhose
clad hips. I was getting very uncomfortable but my
breathing was starting to get ragged as my dick tried to
erect itself in the tight pantyhose. I reached in to my
cock and balls when Ben told me "Just stand there. Don't
play with yourself."
I just stood there as he stripped, watching his fat
belly bulge out over his half hard, relatively decent
size cock. He was bigger and thicker than I was.
Shit, I had the incongruous thought at the time. Maybe
everybody in general is bigger than I am. Maybe I've got
a tiny cock. Maybe...
He grabbed my hair and forced me to my knees, shoving
his penis into my lipsticked mouth.
"Suck me good and slow," he commanded, moving my head
along his hardening shaft, watching me suck his cock.
I complied with his demand and tried to be a first class
whore, playing with his balls, letting him savagely
direct my head where he wanted it; taking his stiff tool
into my throat; nibbling on his cock head; licking his
meat down to his balls and taking his hairy sacks into
my mouth. He made me fellate him for ten or fifteen
minutes, leading me around the room on my knees, forcing
my made up face to swallow his engorged prick.
Then, he had me lay face down on the bed and he tied my
hands and feet to the four corners. I was helpless,
still clad in my pantyhose, my rigid cock underneath me,
tied down by man at least 30 years older than I was.
"Now, we're going to warm you up," he said as he stroked
my nylon covered ass and naked back.
SMACK! He brought his hand down hard on my ass.
"UHHH," I cried out in pain.
SMACK! He slapped the other ass cheek, eliciting another
moan.
SMACK! Again. "Pleeeaze, Nooo!!" I screamed
SMACK! "Quiet!" He ordered, "or I will get out my belt.
SMACK! "Ohh Fuck," I groaned softly, the hot, red pain
spreading fire over my ass cheeks.
SMACK!
Memories flooded my brain...
...I was bent over, wearing only a jockstrap, my bare
ass exposed.
SMACK! AH Shit!! Doyle walloped my ass with the
clipboard. As the incredible sting started to permeate,
SMACK!, he did it again.
"AAAAHH!" I cried, involuntarily. That really hurt. I
could feel my ass begin to flame and again he hit me!
SMACK!
"STOP!" I cried, starting to really cry. This was not
fair. Nobody ever got hit more than once on their bare
ass.
"All right," he said. "Don't move."
I was suppressing the lump in my throat, trying not to
cry as I continued to grab my ankles. Knowing Coach
Doyle, I figured that if I stood up, he'd really hit me.
I heard him walk into his office and then into the
training room. Jesus, my ass and the back of my thighs
were on fire!
...SMACK! "AAHHHHHH, Noooooo," I begged as my ass burned
with Ben's torturous spanking and I writhed on the bed,
helpless and defenseless as he continued his relentless
attack on my ass.
Shit. More past memories overcame me...
...I tried my best to accommodate him, even though my
lips were starting to feel bruised and the previous cum
was clogging up my throat. Then Tim said to Jimmy,
"Spank his ass!"
"Tim," said my brother, finally speaking up, "Maybe we
should...."
"Should nothing," said Tim. "Your baby brother is a cock
sucker and needs to be spanked. Go ahead, Jimmy, spank
him."
"Nnnnnnoohhh," I mumbled around Tim's giant cock, but no
one paid attention. Jimmy slapped my ass.
"Unnnnnhhh," I cried jerking my butt, but Tim kept his
hands on my head and began to increase the tempo of his
mouth fucking.
Smack! Jimmy slapped me again and I jerked. It hurt!
Smack! smack! He hit me again and again and Tim started
moaning and thrusting in earnest. Smack! I couldn't take
anymore. My ass was burning. Tim was blocking my throat
again with every thrust, my lips were sore, and I could
barely breath.
Smack! Jimmy landed a sideways blow directly on my
exposed asshole. "NNNNGggghhhhhhh," I moaned as Tim
thrust again and started crying, "Oh yeah, Mouthfucker!
Take it!"
He started pumping new shots of jism into my tonsils and
I tried to swallow to keep on breathing, but Jimmy kept
on slapping my shaking ass and I gagged and coughed.
Wads of cum rolled down the sides of Tim's dick as I
coughed again onto his balls and belly.
Smack! Again Jimmy hit me.
"Stop it!" I cried. "Just stop it!"...
...God the burning in my ass was a carnal fire. Ben
alternately hit me and then caressed my flaming ass,
lightly dragging his fingertips across my abused globes.
"Oohhhh," I moaned, twitching and shaking as his
assault on my ass.
Memories of ass abuse continued to flow...
..."AAAAAHHMMMMMM," I screamed, my mouth full of latex
cock as I felt the burning slash of a belt on my
defenseless ass.
Again Dara whipped my ass with a wide belt sending a
sheet of pain through my body while Karla tried to shove
the big black dildo into my throat.
"Nnngnngnnllleeeese," I sobbed, "unnghh,"
"Beg us to fuck you." Dara demanded. Another welt landed
on my exposed asshole.
"AAEEEAaiihhhhhh, nnnnooo, pleasse, yhes, fuck me," I
cried out as Karla yanked the dildo from my mouth.
"Yesss, Please. Fuck me, fuckme."
"Fuck you where? How?" demanded Dara, as she got on the
bed again, squatted and drove my cock back into her
ass."
"Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in the assss..." I whined,
raving with lust and the fear of pain.
Karla laughed, placed the dildo again at my asshole and
shoved it home, ripping past my anus, deep within my
bowels, drawing out another scream from my lips......
...SMACK! - "Fucking cunt whore," said Ben with glee as
he continued spanking my helpless ass.
"Ohgodohgodohgod," I babbled in helpless bondage, my
burning ass jerking involuntarily, seeking his punishing
hand, writhing in sexual degradation.
I wanted him to beat me. My fiery ass was sending
burning painful fuck sensations to my aching cock and
trembling, abused body. I pulled against my bounds,
stretching and rubbing my hard prick against the sheets
as Ben blistered my boyish ass cheeks.
"You like this, don't you, you little cunt?" panted Ben
as he landed another blow.
"NNoooo.... Yessss," I sobbed as my pantyhose clad ass
burned with sexual torture. "Ohhh god... please..."
Ben stopped his assault, placing both hands on my
burning ass and digging his fingers into my nylon coated
ass crack. He ripped the pantyhose, exposing my naked
asshole to his gaze. Rubbing my fiery ass, he pushed a
finger into my used asshole, popping quickly past the
anus, slipping easily into my still lubricated ass.
He loosened my foot bonds and pushed my ass into the
air, mounting the bed behind me, he placed his cock head
against my asshole and gently pushed, stretching it
every so slightly.
"Now, beg me to fuck you, whore," he said, painfully
grabbing my inflamed ass cheeks with his hands.
"AAHhhhhhooohh, please..." I cried out in pain as he
squeezed my hot, hot ass.
"Fuck me. Pleaase Fuck Me." I begged him.
Very slowly, he forced his rigid man meat past my anal
sphincter, wiggling his cock from side to side,
painfully stretching my abused hole, raping me through
the torn pantyhose.
"AHH, Ahhh, Ooooohhh," I cried out in pleasure and pain
as I felt his hard flesh worm its way into my bowels.
"Yeesss, fuck me, fuck me hard."
"Yeah," he said with glee, "You like my hard cock inside
your cunt hole, don't you, you fucking slut whore..."
He rammed his meat all the way into my ass and began
fucking me harder and harder, raping my whorish ass.
"Fucking slut!" he cried. "Whore!"
"You Cunt," he moaned, slamming in and out of my burning
ass as I groaned and moaned at the feeling of his male
flesh sliding in and out of my asshole.
"Whore! Fuck! Fuck! Cunt! Fucking Cunt!" he emphasized
each word with a thrust of his hard cock.
"AAAAHHH, Fucking slut!" he came in a torrent of hot
cum, filling my ass, spilling over to trickle down my
thighs, flooding my insides with hot, sticky sperm.
He slumped over my naked body, spent, his cock still
embedded in my ass, crushing me with his fat weight.
He lay there a long time on top of me, dozing, satiated,
while my painful hard on, crushed beneath our bodies,
softened and I too dozed, still tied up, in spite of his
weight.
Some time in the middle of the night, he roused himself
and untied me. Dragging my own sleepy body to the
bathroom, he groggily sat me down on the toilet, told me
to open my mouth and put his slimy cock inside. I
waited, knowing what was coming, until he let loose with
his hot piss. I obediently tried to swallow, but the hot
acrid taste nearly made me vomit and I pulled back. He
didn't protest at my rebellion, he just continued to
piss on my face and hair and chest, soaking my naked
form.
Now, get the fuck out of here," he said.
"Wha..?" I said in bewilderment.
"You heard me, fuckhead. We're done, now beat it."
"I... I... can't..." I started to explain.
Smack! He slapped my face.
"I don't sleep with boy fags." he said menacingly. "Now
you've got till I count to ten... One... two..."
I jumped up and scrambled for my piss soaked torn
clothes and ran for door. On the way out, I caught a
glimpse of myself in the mirror - makeup all smeared and
used; torn pantyhose. I looked like a raped boy whore. I
was in the hallway before he got to ten. He closed and
locked the door behind me.
I looked at my torn, pissed soaked clothes and laughed
in incredulous self pity. But there was nothing I could
do. I put on the piss soaked rags of my t-shirt and my
wet, torn shorts over the torn pantyhose and snuck out
of the hotel. No one saw me.
Out on the golf course, I took off the pantyhose, and
actually used some of Ben's cum still oozing out of my
ass to try and wipe off my makeup. It didn't work very
well.
I was fucked.
Dressed only in torn, piss soaked rags and pantyhose, I
slipped into my dorm unseen and went straight to the
shower. As I cleaned up and showered... I felt great.
My asshole was pulsing with fire and I played with my
hard cock in the shower, washing and fucking my ass with
my fingers.
I was five hundred dollars richer and that was worth a
lot of weirdness. Fuck everybody who was normal!
The only drawback to my homosexual escapades was that I
started leaving shit stains on my underwear. Every time
I farted I would leave skid-marks.
It had happened after the trucker fuck orgy but, I
hadn't thought about it much. Now I was afraid that I
might be permanently stretching out my asshole and that
freaked me out. If it hadn't been for that little thing,
I might have just flipped gay right then and there. I
had fantasies of being a faggot whore and making huge
amounts of money.
I teetered on the edge of coming out of the closet,
going into business... but the loose asshole shit stains
actually bummed me out in a major way. I figured I was
damaging my body. After a week or so, my libido died
down, and my asshole seemed to tighten up again and I
stopped leaving skid marks when I farted...
School ended and I still wanted girls to like me. Fuck
it.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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