"Gentlemen put your hands together for our next beauty -- Diamond!"
The sporadic applause throughout the crowded room told Martin Finch he alone knew who the next dancer taking the stage was.
He leapt up, moving quickly through the crowded room past drunken men whistling as a tall amazon with big dark anime eyes and temptingly large breasts that were the size and bounciness of basketballs, stepped into the spotlight and started grinding against the center pole to the opening chords of Offspring's Self-Esteem.
-- I wrote her off for the tenth time today
And practiced all the things I would say
But she came over,
I lost my nerve
I took her back and made her dessert--
She moved around the stage, she had an athletic build but her movements lacked a dancer's grace. She moved to the powerful driving beat of the song though and Marty cheered alongside several other guys who eventually joined him at the stage edge.
-- Now I know I'm being used
That's okay, man, 'cause I like the abuse
I know she's playing with me
That's okay 'cause I got no self-esteem--
The lyrics spoke to Marty. He'd been in his share of spectacularly toxic relationships. The most recent had crashed and burned in epic fashion with the pissed off girl effectively live tweeting his dumping. It was ironic that sharing his kinks with her had started the argument that led to the break-up. If she'd actually paid attention she'd have known big cock and being submissive to a sexually aggressive top were all very much in his fetish wheelhouse.
He had long ago found a certain personal comfort in being a submissive that was, if he were honest, incredibly habit forming.
Marty reached the stage closest to the dancer. The area he'd often heard derisively nicknamed Perverts Row. The seats along the edge let the crowd get just a little bit closer to the fantasy of a sexually ravenous performer who would welcome their enthusiasm and more importantly their dollars. A row of shot glasses ringed the stage. They were for the dancers or more accurately for whatever precious fluids the dancer was inspired to bestow upon the screaming and yelling audience. Watersport nights had been very popular but were a nightmare for cleaning afterwards so dancers were strongly encouraged to stick to cum and semen.
Diamond caught sight of him and smiling, sauntered to the edge of the stage.
"Thanks for coming," she puffed, the exertions of dancing for the audience and stripping were tough even for the best constitution. Leaning over and giving him a quick kiss. Diamond rose up and wrapped herself around the brass stripping pole.
Martin waved a one hundred dollar bill at her. She stretched out her leg and Martin slipped the dollar bill into the band of her heeled open-toed shoe kissing her shin as if offering worshipful devotion.
Diamond towered an intimidating 6ft2in above the floor and that wasn't counting the high heels. She wrapped large hands around the pole but where other dancers made the move seem titillating as if they were giving the watching fans a handjob, Diamond's stroking hands served only to remind her audience that she was well used to handling her own nine inch python, it's intimidating thickness tenting her pantyhose and bulging out from between her thighs was at once both a teasing promise and a taunting challenge.
-- Now I know I should say "No"
But it's kind of hard when she's ready to go
I may be dumb but I'm not a dweeb
I'm just a sucker with no self-esteem--
Diamond swiveled her hips rhythmically. She rubbed her bubble butt against the stripping pole when the sheer material, already struggling to contain her erection like it was an untamed and raging beast of the wild, ruptured and her thickness spilled out of the ripped pantyhose. There was an enthusiastic roar from the crowd and Martin was the only one who noticed the sour grimace Diamond flashed. Before the professional masque of the performer was back in place.
Martin crowded closer holding up another crisp 100 dollar bill which Diamond plucked from his hands.
Marty watched her fisting her impressive length while giving him an inviting smirk. Martin got in close and let her rest the slab of girlhood on his face. Her balls carried the vague smell of sweat and baby powder.
Marty didn't hesitate; he pulled out another hundred and gave it to the performer without missing a beat.
"Can I taste it?" Marty shouted over Offspring's vocals, surprised his voice carried over the yelling crowd.
"Are you sure?" Diamond replied and Marty nodded. He opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue so her pale flesh rocket had a target for its payload of pre-cum.
She rested the head of her shaft on his tongue, to the catcalls and whistles of the crowd and Martin closed his mouth on the head. Sucking gently, Marty felt a rush of prideful joy as Diamond moaned and slid her shaft in and out of his lips a full ten seconds before pulling back.
"Sorry sweetie," The dancer gasped, "I wouldn't want you to finish me off before I've started."
Marty didn't hesitate, pulling out another hundred and brandishing it as she twirled around the stripper pole. She noticed him and squatted shaking her ass in his face. Marty slipped the money in the strap of her high-heeled shoe and she looked at him curiously.
"You're sure you want this?" she asked.
Martin nodded and again presented his open mouth as a target.
Diamond lowered her naked asshole onto his mouth and felt his tongue tease the hole, circling around the crown before pushing past her anal ring.
Diamond moaned and involuntarily grabbed his head steadying herself and pushing his tongue deeper into her asshole.
"Goddamn but I love dirty boys like you," Diamond hissed. She enjoyed Marty's mouth a little bit longer before releasing his head and stepping away.
Diamond headed for the rear of the stage to retrieve a large toy. She made a show of putting lube on an inflating dildo and she inserted the toy to the general amusement of the crowd however they quickly caught the point of the show. Pumping up the toy, she moaned loudly and started to stroke and caress her erection. Her big cock, shining and slick with a combination of her precum and lube made wet noises as she stroked herself. Faster and faster her hand moved until her climax hit and her girl-cock erupted. Creamy semen fountained into Diamond's other hand which held a shot glass. She gave the shot glass a kiss leaving a lipstick print behind and held it up.
Martin enthusiastically brandished yet more money and giving him an indulging smile she handed him the shot glass which Martin immediately put to his lips and drained completely going back and licking around the interior of the glass until every drop of futa-cum was gone.
"Diamond will be taking to the floor gentlemen so hope you're feeling generous and horny cause she's here for you," the announcer yelled
The crowd started hooting and hollering for the evening's headlining performer, Aubrey-something-or-other but Martin was all about Diamond.
He'd first seen her online cosplaying a video game character from a now popular franchise. The cosplay shots linked to her more explicit material and that directed to her Onlyfans. He'd subscribed to her very quickly. She posted more cosplay, some boudoir and fetish stuff and occasionally a ten to fifteen minutes video of her stroking her futa-cock to completion, instructions for the watcher to pleasure themselves or her reading erotic stories in her deep sultry voice.
Her public appearance was a novelty and Marty wanted to enjoy the chance to upclose with the model he'd spent an embarrassing amount of time and money pleasuring himself to.
A little while later, Martin sat nursing a too-expensive soft drink. He was taking his time because he didn't want to drink too quickly and he absolutely didn't want to wash the taste of Diamond's creamy semen out of his mouth.
Transfiguration, a social club that billed itself as " a sex positive gender affirming playground for consenting adults..." Fancy advertising language for a midtown sex slash strip club with ridiculously low prices for females and heart stoppingly large prices for the males who paid and paid big, dropping literally hundreds of dollars for the privilege of being in the same room with females, shemales, and futanari personally escorting the masochistic sex maniacs who would actually enjoy being leered at and lusted after.
Their fetish nights, evenings catering to some perverse but financially lucrative niche group of people, had started out as small one night stands but a growing number of people, most of them fanboys like Marty were addicted to shemale women and dommes looking for a harassment-free safe space to be who they were or wanted to be.
The so-called Chaser Nights, were turning the club's occasional one time only things into profitable weekend-long events.
Weekend afternoons belonged to the femboys looking for a new place to get girly and openly flirt. If you were good enough and got the crowd excited about you, you were invited back to entertain during the evening shows.
Evenings belonged to the Onlyfans models who's tacit agreement to promote the club on their Onlyfans pages or other social media guaranteed them a spotlight next to an adult industry celebrity and whoever was in THEIR entourage.
Marty saw Diamond eventually, walking slowly through the club, drifting close to the tables but never staying longer than necessary.
She wore a sinfully short and tight mini dress who's sequins glittered like jewels in the strobing lights in the club. Marty tried not to glance at the head of her thick girth poking out from beneath the daringly high hemline. Apparently she decided not to replace the pantyhose she'd ripped onstage.
"Hey can I buy Diamond a drink?" Martin asked the pretty bartender.
"It's Your Money Chief," he replied, "you got pretty up close and personal -- I'd say you already know you can do whatever you want with your money."
"Thanks," Marty deadpanned.
"You a fuckboi or a fanboy." The bartender asked while mixing a drink.
"What's the difference?"
"Fuckboi is only trying to get their dick wet-- sex is their definitive endgame," the bartender replied, "fanboys would be happy just to shake hands, -- sex if it happens is the cherry on top of an already delicious drink."
So saying, Robin placed a floated foamy drink with an actual cherry sitting at the top in front of him..
"I like to think I'm a fanboy." Marty answered.
"Really," the bartender snorted, "we'll see."
Robin was a professional so he nodded and waved at Diamond who walked over and sat at the bar close by.
"Diamond, you want a drink? Your admirer is paying." Robin asked.
The bartender slid a drink over to her.
"Courtesy of Mister Shot Glass," he said and Diamond pulled her face into a sultry mask.
"How are you doing Honey?" Diamond asked, "Thanks for the drink and tips."
"And the blowie-- you looked like you were gonna skullfuck him right there on-stage," Robin chuckled.
"I thought about it," Diamond snickered, then turning to Marty she asked, "how long have you been a fan?"
"Since you cosplayed Isabella DeFontaine," Martin answered honestly.
"You're a fan of my cosplay?" Diamond asked, looking directly into Marty's eyes.
He found himself intimidated, by her beautiful eyes and full lips mostly, but her entire physical presence seemed geared to specifically tick every box on his fetish bingo card.
She looked so much better up close then on a little screen.
"Are you a big video gamer?"
"Yes, ...I mean no," he quickly amended, he'd hadn't been this awkward in his frequent fantasies of this moment, why couldn't he be cool and suave like the guy he'd been pretending to be when cheering Diamond on-stage.
Was she deliberately drumming her long fingernails on the back of his hand? Images of those long fingers wrapped around, ...well several body parts sprang to mind, filling his brain as quickly as his blood was filling his aroused sex.
"It's not like I'm gaming 16 hours a day and ignoring a crying baby or whatever," Marty explained softly.
"Uh-huh," Diamond chuckled, enjoying his cute discomfort.
"It's just you're one of the few people who cosplay her the way she was originally supposed to look like."
"I've heard that she's supposed to be shemale before the gaming company changed the design," Diamond replied, "I always wanted to meet the guy who created her so I could ask him about it personally."
"You did, or I mean -- you have, ...what I mean is he is me."
"You created Sword Artisan?"
"Before my partner sold everything including the designs to a big triple A gaming company."
"You're actually serious, ...holy shit, " Diamond replied, "so that's how you know me?"
"Kinda sorta," he replied timidly.
"What's that mean?"
"I also watch your Onlyfans." Marty said as if he was admitting to a shameful secret.
"Nice so that's how you recognized me." Diamond growled, "you beat off my videos."
"Like I said," Marty replied defensively, "I'm a fan of cosplay."
Diamond reached out and squeezed his hand, "Relax sweetie, If I didn't want to be recognized I wouldn't be shaking my ass online."
"Your cosplay is very good."
"I come to it honestly," Diamond replied, "I've been doing fetish stuff online for a while and some people are very particular about getting the details to their kinks and fetishes exactly right."
"And that led you to cosplay?"
"Trust me Honey," she laughed, "if you're even a half-assed Domme you should have the ingredients for a half decent Ann Takamaki or Catwoman costume just laying around."
Martin recognized the names of the video game and comic book characters and the fetishized look each had that doubtlessly had been the basis for Diamond's early cosplay attempts.
"I love cosplay." Marty answered.
"I'll bet you do honey." Diamond replied dryly.
"I'm serious," Marty replied, "I've dressed up myself occasionally."
Diamond gazed intently at Martin. Marty felt his inner sub purring like a happy kitten as she stroked his hand.
Robin the bartender suddenly got the dancer's attention, "Lisa not to rain on your cosplay appreciation society but you might want to take the fanboy to the VIP before you-know-who starts asking if you're working or are you WORKING."
"Your name is Lisa?"
Diamond nodded and gestured for Marty to follow her.
They strolled through the club to a guarded area past the bouncer.
"He paid to get in." Lisa said curtly shoving one of the hundreds at him to which the big man nodded.
They found their way to a curtained cubicle. Lisa drew the heavy fabric curtain and the cacophony of noise from the club immediately dropped to a dull roar.
"You have to pay for the VIP section?"
"In most places," Lisa laughed, "how else can they justify basically letting us have real fun."
"And by real fun you mean?"
Lisa gave Marty the look one reserves for the helmeted kids who ride the special bus. God's Special Children as an annoying uncle liked to refer to them.
"I can touch you in the VIP?" Marty whispered.
"You can touch me in lots of different places, sweetness."
Marty laughed nervously
"You know for someone who sucks dick and eats ass while sitting in Perverts Row -- you come across as very shy."
"Sorry," Marty replied defensively, "I swear I'm not putting on an act."
"I'm not complaining -- it's extremely cute," Lisa answered, "makes me curious about the guy who was deepthroating my girlhood."
"I wouldn't mind meeting that guy more often myself," Marty snorted.
"When you're passionate about something you focus on what you want instead of whatever bullshit society tells you to think about," Lisa chuckled, "lets you get out of your own way long enough for you to have fun."
"Guess I'm not as complicated as I like to think," Marty answered.
"Few people are but it helps that I domme occasionally,"
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"You can't do that without understanding how someone's brain works --- or doesn't work as the case may be.""You're a professional domme?"
"Well there's no Benevolent Sisterhood of Bitch Goddesses but yeah I've read a few books and handled a few clients in the past " she replied, "is that the kind of sex you enjoy Martin?"
Marty suddenly had trouble finding words or stringing them together coherently.
"Marty, do you think you would enjoy being sexually dominated?" Lisa asked slowly and deliberately.
She sounded like a kindergarten teacher talking to a naughty little boy again. Marty found himself really wanting to be that naughty little boy -- except that he also wanted to be a good boy. He wanted to be HER good boy.
"Marty? I asked you a question?" She repeated, "Do YOU think you would enjoy being dominated by ME?"
"Yes," Marty whispered hesitantly.
"Yes what?"
"Yes ma'am?"
"Are you sure?"
Yes Ma'am."
"I appreciate your politeness but I want you to tell me EXACTLY what you want me to do."
"I want you to dominate me Ma'am."
"Thank you Martin I like my good boys to be honest about what they like," Lisa whispered in his ear, "we can have so much fun when I trust you to be honest with me."
"Yes Ma'am."
"What do you do for a job?"
"Game quality assurance testing."
"And what's that when it's not pretending to be fancy."
"I play video games, make reports and depending on how crunched things are I do some internal maintenance so what goes on sale is a finished product."
"As opposed to..."
"The digital equivalent of a Ford Pinto on four flat tires and busted taillight."
"And you can do OK doing that?"
"I wasn't just hurling C-Notes at you because I'm a size queen...or king or whatever the male equivalent is."
"So you like big cock?"
"And dominant women and futanari but I try to keep the fetish stuff on the down low."
"Why not, you seem nice enough."
"I actually brought it up during a first date at a nice restaurant recently and she called me a cheating asshole and stuck me with the bill."
"Wow!"
"Apparently there was a quote unquote real man in the parking lot, she went home with him and spent the rest of the night sending me pictures of them fucking before she blocked me."
"What happened?"
"I told her that I liked getting pegged, apparently that's not a first date topic of discussion."
"It is if you're a mature adult which she clearly wasn't."
"I got that impression ...eventually."
"Why'd she accuse you of cheating?"
"Apparently because I like getting pegged," Marty deadpanned
"And just for the record, how big was the tumor in this idiot's brain?"
"I guess she had a bad experience." Martin shrugged.
"I hope whoever it was she was dating traded up at least," Lisa sneered, "I'd hate to think they left a hot mess like her and didn't at least end up with someone better."
"Or at least a better lay," Martin snorted.
"I thought this was your first date?"
"She sent me pictures," Marty replied, "maybe he just normally looks bored during sex but I've looked more engaged while jerking off."
Diamond blinked at his snark, Martin was obviously a submissive bottom but he clearly wasn't afraid to speak up for himself -- this was going to be fun.
She laughed loudly and hugged Marty.
Martin buried his face in her milk colored boobs and frankly thrilled at her closeness and the smell of her sweat.
"Your breasts are beautiful ...and big." Martin sighed, before pulling her nipples into his mouth and practically drooling over every available inch of tit meat with his tongue.
Lisa giggled and moaned at the sensations created by his tongue working its way back and forth around her nipple.
Eventually she pushed his face back a little, "You know you didn't finish that blowjob you started on-stage," she whispered.
Martin took the hint and lowered his face Into her lap.
Marty was about to inhale her girl-cock but Lisa stopped him.
"I've gotten a lot of blowjobs from a few guys and you absolutely made magic in the ten seconds I let you work my dick,"
"I've been thinking about this since I started watching your Onlyfans," Marty whispered.
"Show me sweetie," she replied, "show me all the nasty stuff you told yourself you'd let me do to your mouth if we ever met in real-space."
Martin raised his hands and gently took hold of her erection.
"I said mouth, not hands. Put them behind your back Martin."
Martin nodded and released her dick, and put his hands behind his back.
"Yes Ma'am." he whispered.
Her girl-cock stood strong and hard, pulsating with her every excited breath.
"Now show me what a good little cocksucker you can be."
Marty opened wide, and engulfed her shaft with his lips
He thought back to all the video clips he'd watched online. Blowjob and edging clips, hypnosis instruction videos, slut training videos -- each and every time he had been subconsciously preparing for this exact moment.
Don't use your teeth,
Worship the cock
let yourself slobber and drool all over it.
Take it as deep as you can.
Cradle her balls and the precious and creamy ball brew
If you gag, keep going.
...And above all maintain eye contact. Let her know that your mouth exists only as a receptacle for her futa-cum, ...or any other precious fluids she deems a fawning cumslut worthy of receiving.
Martin looked down at his throbbing arousal. "I've never been this hard before," Marty whispered between licks.
"That's because you're a very good little submissive," Lisa replied, "Giving pleasure to big dicks is what you live for."
She then guided his head back towards her shaft.
Her thick meat assaulted his throat, mushroom head plunging deep inside, precum lubricating the pathway her sex followed as her hips jerked up and down.
"Oh sweetie, your mouth feels so good around my cock." Lisa sighed.
Her indulgent praise was like a hand stroking his own erection bringing him to the edge of pleasure and giving him just a glimpse of what lay beyond.
"I was today years old when I realized I have a Mommy-Dommy fetish." Marty chuckled.
"Wow, really?" Lisa deadpanned, "I'm shocked -- this is my shocked face."
She gestured meaningfully and Marty looked at her aroused sex. His mouth was actually watering for God's sake.
Marty had barely even thought about sucking a cock before watching her on Onlyfans that first time, now here he was on his knees only a few months later with hands behind his back, head bobbing up and down along her length.
The big futa-cock he'd pleasured himself to for months now ...
The cock he'd dreamed of lately every time he imagined his lips wrapped around a girthy girlcock.
It was so warm in his mouth, her hard milky flesh had a certain silky-smooth softness to it that turned Martin on beyond belief.
Marty closed his eyes so he could experience the pleasure at a heightened level. All he could think about,...all he wanted to think about was how badly he wanted to please her. How much he enjoyed the taste of her precum and her, panting moans as her shaft slid into his mouth repeatedly and ran across his tongue.
"Not bad, little boy. But you're not looking up at me." Lisa groaned, placing her hand on the back of his head. "So now, baby doll, I have to punish your throat."
The force of her cock thrusting into his mouth took his next few breaths away. His throat made squishy noises that until then he'd only heard in the pornos he watched.
Marty raised his eyes and looked at the lust burning in hers. She smiled lovingly even as her freakish strength allowed her to quite literally impale her big cock deep inside of his throat.
He gagged, loudly... repeatedly; her aggressive throat-fucking brought tears to his eyes.
"Mmmhmmm..." Marty moaned around her thickness, feeling it violate his throat deeper and deeper.
"I know, baby. It feels good for me too." Lisa hissed, holding his head like a basketball as she bucked her hips, sending her cock deeper and deeper.
Her warm milky flesh sawing back and forth, hollowing out Marty's mouth to accommodate her size.
He yearned to bring his hands up to grab her hips, her ass, her cock ... instead he backed off her shaft.
"It's so big," he repeated.
"I know, baby. You can take it. Just be a good little bottom-boy and let me have your mouth." she moaned, slowly increasing the pace of her bucking thrusts.
"Fuck, baby. You have a sweet fuckible mouth," Lisa groaned, "If it's anything like your asshole I'm going to have A HELL of a good time."
There was an itching in his own dick that was new to him. The itching made him whimper in a way that was seemingly familiar to Lisa because she gathered Marty's face in her hands.
She pressed her hips against Marty's face. "I want you to cum at the same time as me. I want to see your slut-dick spurting cum while I finish in your mouth-pussy. Don't you dare touch your cock though. You will cum from giving me pleasure."
"Yes ma'am." Marty whimpered.
"Beg for it, and don't forget to say please." Lisa said, rubbing the puffy soft mushroom tip of her cock in little circles painting Martin's lips in semen-coloured lipstick.
"Please, please feed me your cum Mommy, ...I want it so bad. I need it. Please." Marty whined.
"I'm going to punish your asshole for dinner."
"What?"
"You wasted this perfect mouth and that sweet fuckable ass on a sad little girl who didn't appreciate the gift you gave her."
"It was humiliating," Marty whispered
"I'll show you humiliation Sweetness you and me are going back to that restaurant and I'm going to fuck you right in front of everyone."
Being publicly fucked, willingly humiliating himself by getting pegged in front strangers by a woman he'd barely properly met only a few hours ago. It excited him.
Lisa was right, fueled by an appropriate amount of horniness he became a different person entirely. Decisive in a way he usually wasn't.
"I'm starting to get close." Lisa groaned, "Oh, ...God! take that you little slut!" and she bottomed out inside of Marty's mouth. He felt her shaft pulsing as her cock head unleashed its creamy load in Martin's throat.
"Oh yeah baby doll Please...please don't stop." She cried out.
Lisa, slamming herself into Marty's mouth-pussy over and over, spewed rope upon rope of creamy mess painting the inside of his mouth.
Marty swallowed every drop then went back and licked her shaft catching the few drops that had spewed forth but somehow escaped his desperate tongue.
The itching, growing in intensity until with a groan he felt his first slut-gasm. He'd filled his underwear with his own semen from only the act of giving Lisa a blowjob.
Even his own tentative exploration of his asshole had only been a prelude to stroking himself but this, ...coming from submission, ...coming from futa-worship, it was so different from anything he'd ever experienced.
"That was amazing," Lisa sighed breathlessly as if she'd run the sexual equivalent of a 100 meter dash.
"I've never come like that before," Marty replied.
"You'll always remember the first time you cum like a proper slut," Lisa laughed.
She pulled Marty up and essentially into her lap. Reaching into his pants she fondled his cum-soaked dick fisting it slowly and using his climax juices to lube her fist.
Lisa started stroking his stiffness at a slow and deliberate pace. Just fast enough to keep him on edge but not fast enough.
Marty whined shamefully even as he pumped his hips sending his sex through the fist shuttling up and down his excited length.
"Look at you Baby trying to fuck my hand," Lisa whispered.
Marty was caught in a perfect storm of his own arousal. Her light skinned hand teasing and gripping his shaft, her long fingernails and her lush and beautiful lips painted to shimmer like the stones from which she took her stage name.
"How did my cum taste?" Lisa laughed.
"It was so good."
"It was so good ...WHAT?" Lisa asked as her handjob got tighter and more torturous.
"It was so good MA'AM,"
Suddenly her hand started to stroke again and faster.
"I'll also accept Mommy, Goddess or My Queen ..." Lisa laughed.
Her thumb started teasing his head and she even used a finger from her other hand to collect a drop of his precum and feed it to him, ... then she took another drop and slowly took that drop in her mouth. Marty moaned as her finger pushed past her pillowy lips and he saw her tongue running around her invading finger cleansing it of every trace of his cum.
"Have you got more yummy cum for me Baby?" Lisa asked, her eyes a d dominant will burned into his consuming him and warming him all at once.
Lisa's hand continued to stroke up and down Marty's erection. Teasing more precum and occasionally swirling her thumb around his sensitive crown until, as his hips flexed and spasmed, Marty's cock erupted covering Lisa's fist in cream the color and consistency of egg white.
Lisa's fingers gathered his load and she pushed it into her mouth. Licking her fingers greedily.
"Yummy!" she giggled.
"Can I taste it?"
Lisa's eyes lit up with inspiration. "Want to eat a cream pie?" She asked him.
"Whaaaat?"
Lisa leaned forward to cup Marty's face, "Do you want to eat your cream pie out of my ass?"
Marty looked at Lisa, then her ass, then rapidly calculated his chances for something like this ever happening again based on how infrequently it had happened thus far.
"Sure," Martin answered.
Lisa fisted Marty's sex back to life. Though Martin could proudly say he had barely lost any stiffness at all. Lisa straddled Marty's lap and positioned her asshole to engulf his sex. Marty groaned as his shaft slowly pushed deep inside her warmth. Her anal muscles clenching around his stiffness with as much force as her fingers.
Passionate gasping filled the enclosed space of the cubicle. Lisa's fingers gripped Marty's shoulders, those sensuously long nails hooking onto his sweat-slick back.
She was sitting on Marty's cock yet she was very much the aggressor, riding and bouncing up and down Marty's shaft. She was fucking him, ...hard. Marty quickly realized the brilliance of her plan, as he watched her cock waving around. The eye of it pointing upwards towards his face. When her climax hit, when her futa-cock erupted with volcanic intensity and she spewed her hot mess on him, he'd very likely take her creamy load in his face.
That thought excited him; she wasn't just going to feed him his own cum straight from her own ass; she intended to glaze his face and body with her mess beforehand.
She was going to mark him, claim him-- every one who saw him from this moment onwards would know he was a hungry cumslut.
"Someone's figured out what's going on, " Lisa gasped, "you're actually getting harder."
Lisa's anus clenched even tighter and they both moaned racing towards the inevitable explosion.
"Don't you dare look away from my big cock."
No one had ever turned him on so deeply as Lisa's girl-cock, and the urge to submit to and please this massive member was undeniable.
Not just her cock, Marty felt himself surrendering to her plush full ass. He held on to it, like he was trying to ride a bucking bronco. He watched as it rose and fell on his lap. He could easily imagine what that beautiful expanse of milky flesh looked like bouncing on his dick.
He possessed a penis, a modestly sized one at that but Lisa had a cock. This large slab of meat weeping precum onto his chest and stomach was what the word COCK had been invented to describe.
The date he'd told Lisa about had seen fit to text him pictures of the biker boys she'd decided to hook up with on a whim after he'd "wasted her evening with his nonsense ..."
If she hadn't blocked him on every form of communication he'd probably text her right now that
"no, that pale-as-fuck thing she'd sent him pictures of for the remainder of the night was not a 'real cock' THIS WAS A REAL COCK; a real live big futa-cock that belonged to someone who outshined her in every conceivable way."
Marty felt his erection being squeezed by her pink moist anal ring. He felt the passage, lubed by the flow of pre-cum along his length.
"It's so tight Lisa," Marty gasped, "so wet."
In fact Martin felt his own climax rushing towards him. Lisa's ass tight and strongly holding his sex, was shaking and twitching so hard he felt like he was fighting to stay in the game, not cum too quick. Her every movement dragged him towards orgasm.
Finally he felt the inevitable explosion.
"I'm going to cum," Marty huffed.
Lisa nodded, "My ass is so hungry, Baby Boy," she groaned, "it wants your cum so much,"
"I'm getting close," Lisa groaned, "come here!" she grabbed Marty's head, kissing him hard and using her tongue to dominate his mouth like his cock was penetrating her warm tight depths.
The excitement was too much. Marty groaned and felt himself exploding again his balls had somehow managed to churn up a load that shot directly into her anal depths. Lisa cried out joyfully and her own cock vomited semen all over his upper body and face.
She and Martin panted, their exhaustion written onto their sweat-slick faces. Lisa leaned forward and kissed Marty all over his face and he quickly felt her tongue licking around his mouth catching as much of his creamy mess as possible before kissing him deeply, swabbing the inside of his mouth.
Are you ready for that cream pie I promised?" Lisa giggled.
Marty nodded and again she rose from his lap, turning around Lisa presented her freshly-fucked asshole. Martin leaned in and kissed and licked at her hole scooping out beads of cum.
Lisa's moans and gasps pushed Marty to clean her anal cavity as thoroughly as possible.
Finally she turned around and grabbed his hair in a fierce grip and shoved her tongue past his lips.
"Your cum tastes even better straight from my ass." Lisa hissed between deep and dominant kisses.
Martin couldn't have agreed harder.
"So will me being back here for so long be a problem?" Marty asked mostly to give himself some recovery time.
"Things are a little crazy around here. I'm on a short leash with the manager and this isn't exactly the time to test her."
"Why?"
"My landlord is doing a reno-viction." Lisa replied, "I can't run my Onlyfans with the half-assed WIFI he wanted to install. I personally think he just wanted to overcharge for the unit."
Marty snorted, "you should move into my building. My WIFI is top of the line ...it had to be so I could do my day-to-day work. Live streaming masturbating videos and cosplay photoshoots would be child's play."
"Oh yeah you actually are a fan."
"Yeah I mean your production could be tweaked a little bit but that's nothing a quick trip to Best Buy couldn't solve."
"I'm living in a No-Tell Motel," Lisa replied, "between the fees for dancing and the motel there's not a lot left over for technical upgrades."
"You could move in with me."
"You wouldn't mind me doing shows from your apartment."
"You could always tell people that you're my findom that all the technical support and living and workspace is part of our role play scenario."
"And you don't mind the internet thinking you're a slut bottom?"
"What matters is what you know. Do you think I'm sketchy?"
"And if I said sex was off the table?"
"Then I'll just be a guy living with an Onlyfans model as a roommate," Marty deadpanned, "I'm hardly the first person who could brag about that."
"Are you sure you really want me in your house?"
Martin held up a hand and grabbed her boob.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't have a Bible so I'm grabbing the side over your heart,"Lisa curled an eyebrow then repositioned his hand.
"This isn't a mirror universe Poindexter, ...THAT'S my heart."
Marty blushed then started reciting as if taking an oath.
"I, Martin, solemnly swear to be a good friend, a decent roommate and a passable bitch boy so help me God."
Lisa snickered before holding up one hand while grabbing his crotch with the other.
"I, Lisa, do solemnly swear to be a good friend, a tolerable roommate and to mercilessly whore your slut bitch ass out whenever I'm not balls-deep inside it, so help me God."
"What Onlyfans and a suspiciously lax VIP policy hath brought together, let no man tear asunder." Marty answered, "I now pronounce us Roommates slash Power Top and Occasionally Bratty Bottom."
Marty shook her hand.
"A Bratty Bottom huh?" Lisa with a decidedly sinister chuckle, "I've got something that'll fix that."
"I hope it's a big something," Marty replied with an insolent grin.
They started to giggle uproariously.
*Martin*
And thus began the by far strangest point in my already odd life.
Previously I would have said getting paid to play and debug video games for a living was as odd as it gets.
Having Josh sell our part time business to a triple A gaming company at the behest of the girlfriend who was stringing him along was more annoying than odd.
Meeting a cosplayer who cosplayed the character that many do not know you originally created and designed to be futanari before the previously mentioned triple A gaming company changed your designs to make them more family-friendly was even more odd-- but fun.
Then I found her Onlyfans page and was dancing at a local club which was odd but convenient.
Lisa was actually storing a lot of her stuff at the club so we simply had to pack it in an Uber and drive to my apartment.
I wasn't bullshitting Lisa about getting her top quality gear for her Onlyfans.
The digital camera and lights were hanging around the apartment as was the audio and video editing and production stuff.
In fact Lisa's first new pictures co-starring her "gimp slut slave" went up a few hours after she was moved in.
She took a few fetish shots posing with thigh high heeled boots on her new bed.
Her gimp-boy slut brought her favorite sextoy to masturbate with on camera.
Which is how her online subs met Marty.
Her subscribers loved it and as the quality and quantity of her output increased her subscriber count skyrocketed.
And yes she and I had sex, a lot of fun and kinky sex. At first it was solely for fun, the whole Friends with Benefits concept let me enjoy our sexual relationship without the odd feelings when someone in Dubai paid her a thousand dollars to eat her dinner nude on camera.
We obviously started to do it on camera. With me wearing a latex gimp mask-blindfold, it was weird at first, but as she pointed out, the mask helped me play the part of Marty. A role mostly separate from my day-to-day life.
One day a few subs wanted to know why Marty didn't shave. That was my introduction to shaving on the regular. The nanosecond I started that, Lisa had me put on a latex butler's outfit and hang around for the stroking.
Her subs skyrocketed. Marty started wearing a collar on cam and eventually Diamond talked me into walking around with a butt plug occasionally just so I could further train my ass and know how comfortable or not I was with stuff up there on the regular.
That's when I noticed that some men and quite a few women are much more relaxed and flirty around an obviously submissive bottom.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit to going through Marty's fan mail occasionally touching myself as I imagined some of the fans cranking out a few tasty ones to my online persona.
I encouraged her to do reaction videos to popular trailers and video games.
I wrote her review scripts for her so she sounded knowledgeable. Then she had the novel idea of livestreaming her gaming. She'd play a game while I sucked her to completion or I'd play a relatively low stakes game and she'd stroke and tease me until I exploded.
That got us hundreds of new subscribers. Apparently there's a lot of people who enjoy watching a boy lose to an easy to beat boss because he had a slut-gasm.
One of the most popular reactions was to episodes of a vampire-themed anime, specifically a BDSM flavored character arc that featured pet play.
Apparently the only thing more fun than watching a vampire princess femdom someone into her rutting sex pet was an actual futaDomme making her slut-slave orally pleasure her while she enjoyed it.
I cleaned up the fetish stuff from some of Lisa's Onlyfans material and reposted them to YouTube. Top2Bottom Gaming started a whole new revenue stream for Lisa. Plus by linking to the Onlyfans the subscriber count exploded.
We celebrated 1 million YouTube subs with dinner at the restaurant I was dumped in. I thought it would be humiliating but in fact it kinda felt triumphant.
Turns out Steve the manager was a lifestyle sub for the head chef. Once he knew I wasn't just a wannabe day player who didn't appreciate proper boundaries, aka a creepy creep getting what all creepy creeps deserve, he asked Ida, his Dominant, if he could give us the VIP treatment.
It felt pretty good being validated for my fetishes instead of getting kink-shamed.
Ida stopped at our table and we actually had a good little chat about food and the lifestyle. I was doing most of the cooking around the apartment so when the joke was made I should put that online I laughed, ...I figured who in their right mind wants to watch a boy gimp slave cooking recipes for a big dick domina?
Turns out a few hundred subs on YouTube and Onlyfans both, several of whom had very specific recipes they wanted to see me prepare while Mommy Diamond messed with me.
*Marty*
"Welcome to Mommy Diamond's Kitchen where we are preparing Diamond Cheeseburgers." Mommy Diamond announced.
"As always manning, and I mean that in its loosest connotation, the kitchen is my slut bitch Marty, ... say hello to the audience Marty."
The slut who waved at the camera wore an apron over his clearly naked form that barely concealed his dick.
"Oh yes Marty had some strongly worded opinions on a hamburger recipe submitted by a subscriber," Mommy Diamond said cheerfully, "unfortunately he forgot he only gets to have MY opinions not his own so now he gets to stay ball-gagged and plugged."
Diamond held up a vibrating plug and displayed the toy like a game show hostess or model.
"Incidentally Marty got this lovely little gift from an admirer," Diamond chuckled, "apparently when you little monsters chat with us, a wireless signal activates the toy so feel free to tell Marty what a horny slut he is."
The chat notification pinged which caused the toy inside Marty's ass to start buzzing causing him to moan hotly around the ball-gag.
"Now, what do obedient cumsluts say when Mommy gives them a present?"
Marty moaned as Diamond used another toy with a bulbous tip to tease his dick.
"If you even think about cumming before you finish cooking my meal you'll deeply regret it." Diamond growled, "now get to it."
Diamond and Marty started the cooking demonstration, with Marty delivering standard patter and commentary around his ball-gag so folks at home saw instructions coming up onscreen that matched what he was grunting as he prepared the meal.
The main difference between this and any other cooking demonstration was Diamond indulgently praising Marty as he displayed each ingredient.
When he prepared the meat Diamond made him show the folks at home while she mimicked his actions while stroking his balls and shaft.
He finally put the burgers on the grill alongside the buns which he toasted before seasoning both.
"Good boy," Diamond cooed in Marty's ear while relentlessly edging and teasing Marty.
The notification bell signaled the continuous vibrating torture and Marty started twitching around, wiggling his hips as stimulus from both ends had him quickly on the brink of climax.
Soon enough he started to prepare the butter sauce for basting both his burgers and the buns.
Diamond slid behind Marty and began rubbing him as her hand reached around and cupped and massaged his balls.
"Now Marty is going to brush on our butter sauce including the extra special secret ingredient." Diamond hissed.
Marty nodded, moaning as Diamond started to rub his balls, already swelling and aching with his pleasure at his submission to the vibrating toy teasing his ass.
"Now remember that good little cocksluts cum on time but if your bitch is as disobedient as little Marty here, you might want to reduce temperature on your grill at this point until his orgasm reflex is properly trained to cum when YOU WANT him to, -- isn't that right Marty?"
Marty moaned and whined as he approached his climax and Diamond placed a dish of sauce underneath his twitching hardness.
"Like any decent cooking demonstration we did some prep work beforehand to make things easier," Diamond hissed, "Tell the folks at home how many loads I fucked out of you, Marty."
Marty held up five fingers before he exploded over and over into the cup which Diamond set on the counter.
"And there we have it, the perfect creamy addition for all you sluts looking for a perfect little meal to serve your Goddesses."
With Diamond's futa-cock hotdogged between his thighs sawing back and forth, Marty took a brush and, mixing the concoction together, brushed it over both of the burgers and the buns.
The scene cut to the taste table Diamond sat with her cut open juicy burger with Marty still on her lap.
"I think this slut bitch needs a little more cream on his burger don't you folks?"
Diamond withdrew the vibrating toy and bent Marty over the table and with quite a loud groan, shafted herself deeply inside his hungry boy-pussy. Bucking her hips rhythmically, she sang the praises of his warm tight hole.
Marty moaned and whined around his ball-gag as his prostate was repeatedly overstimulated until with a groan he exploded his load on the table. Diamond dipped Marty's burger in the mess and then waved the treat before her. Marty took a big bite. Which Diamond rewarded with praise and kisses.
"And this is why we solicit you little monsters for recipes, according to Marty we have a few other meals that we can use Marty's special sauce for, tune in next time and you'll see."
*Martin*
As you'd probably expect, I installed a second cam focused on the food so I could switch to it for the YouTube cut. According to our analytics several people actually watched both versions so they'd beat off to the sex then go check out the actual recipe on YouTube.
I'd be lying if I tried to say that the next lifestyle change was entirely unexpected.
Diamond's fanbase was growing but unbeknownst to me was so was Marty's. OK obviously I knew Marty was popular with Lisa's subscribers.
The comments, emails and suspiciously detailed fetish scenarios -- a disturbing amount of which I found strangely exciting to read and occasionally pleasure myself to -- were confirmation of that.
She was doing stuff in the scene that had attracted curious eyes.
Apparently I was a popular submissive. How popular, you ask?
Popular enough to be recognized out in public, especially as once we got big.
Marty needed a wardrobe expansion. Not just underwear either. As Lisa's tools got better, so did her standards for what she produced with them. Marty was as much a part of her online persona as her boots or her makeup all of which she decided to upgrade dramatically. And the cosplay enthusiast in me was just as eager to see how far I could take this Marty thing.
*Martin*
Yeah my life was getting weird.
How much weirder, you ask?
Well at this point I'll call your attention back to both the oaths we swore when we started living together. And that we met at a sex club that brought in submissive boys and futanari to flirt with and tease the customers that obsessed over them.
I was out doing groceries when my phone rang. It was Lisa.
"Honey,"I asked her, "is it too on the nose that my big dick domina likes candy bars that are as big and thick as she is?"
Lisa giggled before replying, "Marty honey I have you on speaker and you just told our potential new house guests how well hung I am,"
I heard giggling from the background.
"Ladies, I'm holding a full size Toblerone and it's giving me naughty thoughts," I joked.
The giggling turned to loud laughter.
Lisa continued, "I know this is last minute but the club asked me to board a couple visiting performers."
"So we have house guests or spectators?"
"Hopefully both but not to worry," Lisa laughed, "they're big-dicked futa-Queens like me so I know you won't mind a few new cocks to service."
"So you're letting people sleep on our couch for cash, grass or ass," Marty deadpanned.
"Your ass specifically," Lisa laughed, "apparently there's a few dick girls dying to ride you hard."
"It's like I'm back in college again -- right down to the over-endowed roommate who gets way more action than I do."
I shrugged my shoulders and bought double our usual grocery haul.
I got home and found a tall blonde European and Japanese shemale lounging in our apartment.
"This is Nikita," Lisa said pointing to the attractive blonde shemale drinking in our kitchen who waved at me.
"And that one is Ren," Lisa said, pointing to the flame-haired Japanese futanari lounging in my favorite easychair and showing off an impressive set of boobs and a slim penis with a double barbell piercing peeking out between her thighs.
I smiled and said hello in Japanese.
"You didn't tell me he could speak my language!" Ren said excitedly.
"That's because he can't -- he's just a big old otaku who knows a few basic words," Lisa chuckled.
I blushed but nodded in agreement, "I can say Hello ... Goodbye ... ask for the bathroom and say 'it feels good' or 'it can't be helped'," I admitted with a laugh.
"It can't be helped?" Nikita asked
"It's a phrase that pops up in a lot of hentai and porno." Ren giggled, "and he says it with barely any accent either."
"I'm wondering..." Nikita, in Russian, told me to suck her cock.
Without hesitation, I knelt in front of her and gave her girl-cock my full attention.
It was in this way the ladies discovered I'd inadvertently taught myself to be femdommed in Japanese, Russian and a few other foreign languages.
This was shaping up to be a fun weekend and my dear wingman Lisa, decided to celebrate Ren's first time in the country by getting me to doll up. Showing off a very fetishized Victorian butler's outfit.
Turns out Ren used to work in a real Japanese maid cafe So after I served the ladies tea and snacks, clapping and singing cheers and entertaining them the way a real butler would. I sat through Ren's very precise critique of my butler cafe persona.
OK technically it was Marty's butler cafe persona.
Her notes were mostly superficial tweaks to the cosplay to improve the performance's genuineness. Softening my voice and changing my posture and movement so Marty walked and talked more authentic.
Ren loved it so much she eventually begged Lisa for permission to use my dick. She pulled me in between her thighs and I sank my dick into her warm tight hole.
Then Nikita wanted to fuck me from behind. She grabbed my hips and moaning loudly slid her cock deep inside my asshole.
The Russian's thrusts pounded my ass but they also plunged me deeper and deeper into Ren's depths that clutched my shaft like a fist.
"There's no way I'm going to let this go without recording," Lisa laughed and quickly set up the camera and started recording the three way.
The recording light clearly excited the two dick girls.
Nikita gripped two handfuls of my ass cheeks and pulled me in tight against her hips as she moaned joyfully.
Then I felt her fucking rhythm slow and her futa-cock jerk and throb inside my bowels.
Soon enough I felt my ass filling up and even rivers of her girl cum overflowing my ass and dripping down my thigh.
The excitement of getting deep-dicked sent me over the edge and three massive jets of man-milk fired deeply inside Ren. I shuddered and spasmed. It felt like I was cumming so hard I thought my very brains would blast right out of my throbbing shaft. I'd enjoyed another slut-gasm and a pretty hard climax to boot. Even now my ass quivered and clenched around Nikita's arousal as she groaned and filled my insides with another creamy load of semen.
"Jesus," Nikita whispered, "she said you could handle a girl cock but goddamn, ...I think I want to marry you."
Nikita groaned loudly as I slowly eased my ass finally off of her girl-cock. As I did so, Lisa laughed marveling that her massive length had been inside my ass.
My ass throbbed and burned, wet with my ass juices and her cum and stretched so wide by the Russian's fat fuck stick.
"Oh my god.....you dirty little slut," Lisa groaned, "you fucked Mommy's friends so good with that slut-dick, you made Mommy so very proud and she loves you so much baby."
"He'll be a fabulous cock slave?" Nikita replied.
"I'll be what now?" I asked.
"The club is adding a new fetish event, Slut-Celebration," Lisa replied, "dommes and their subs -- especially bitches like you, putting on a show for the crowd."
Suddenly I noticed all eyes were on me or more accurately my ass.
"Oh I don't know if I like where this is going." I replied.
"I'm going to be the M-C," Lisa pleaded, "how would it look for the first labeled slut event to be hosted by a famous internet domme WITHOUT their fucktoy?"
"OK obviously I'll support your online work," I answered, "that's a given basically - what is this about my being a cock-slave?"
"The club is sponsoring a charity auction, one of the prizes is getting to breed your favorite boy."
"I talked them into scaling down to watching a slut bitch boy GETTING bred."
"That's a little bit more reasonable."
"I'm glad you think so," Lisa sighed with relief, "because the winning bid by a stupid margin was from a Marty fan."
"You sold tickets to watch me get raped?" I asked her incredulously, "how much is it worth watching me get fucked?"
"This much," Lisa replied, showing me a slip of paper that had a monetary figure written on it that would have paid my rent for several years. The part of my brain that concerned itself with matters-fiscal rapidly calculated and told me that whoever it was had not only paid an Onlyfans model to get knocked up but had ensured the resulting kid wouldn't have to worry about the future until at least eighteen.
"The things I do for the love of my friends," I finally sighed.
"Don't you mean love of their futa-cum," Ren giggled.
"Which reminds me," Lisa chuckled, "watching you get double-teamed got my blood running."
"Cooking your favorite foods gets your blood running hot," I snorted.
"Oh I want to watch you cooking." Nikita laughed.
"Yes can we watch you fuck him while he cooks for us?" Ren giggled.
We decided that the cooking demonstration would wait instead Lisa started her on-stage routine.
Suddenly one of the futanari, Ren actually, called to me and, facing a duo of whistling and catcalling dick-gurls, I joined Lisa's impromptu performance.
Lisa teased me. Her fingers played over my sensitive nipples while she got me to sit in her lap while she ground her erection into my ass cheeks, her hand diving into my underwear and stroking my stiffness, getting me more excited at the thought of cumming in front of strangers.
Then with a cruel smirk Lisa would slap my overly sensitive arousal down to something I could actually hide in my panties again while she continued to tease me.
Eventually she placed me in a chair and danced around me while toying with my body. She pushed her erect sex past my lips and moaned as I sucked her cock and balls.
As I worked my mouth up and down her shaft, she groaned softly.
"Your mouth is magic!" Lisa hissed.
"Your cock is yummy like a lollipop." I replied.
"Momma's gonna use her sweet lollipop to breed you,"
"Breed me Mommy," I whined, "I want a belly full of your girl cum."
Lisa's hands dived under my butler's outfit. Stroking my arousal and pushing down the elastic band of my panties.
She finally lowered my panties to the floor. Ren and Nikita cheered as I moaned uncontrollably with Lisa's fingers teasing my anal ring.
Lisa eased her thick girth inside my warmth. I moaned loudly as she shafted my hips, bucking and jerking with excitement that pushed me back towards the inevitable edge of my next climax.
"Goddamn you're tight," Lisa groaned, her fists clenched my bubble butt effectively using my ass as a cushion to support her aggressive conquest of my boy-pussy.
"I'm gonna get hard whenever I see a Toblerone," I grunted.
"I've got your milky bar right here-- you cumslut." Lisa snarled, thrusting her length into my slutty hole and making me moan and whine.
She pulled out circling my anal ring, teasing me, edging me before plunging back inside with a groan that I echoed feeling her excited heartbeat through the pulsating vein of her cock.
Lisa's legs finally tired and she sat down in a chair placing me in her lap, my own rampant arousal stiff and ready. She plunged her length and girth deep inside of me while stroking and edging me at a sadistic pace. I moaned and whined, finally exploding again and shooting my load into the air while Lisa unloaded warm cream in my depths to the delight of our streaming audience then we turned the cams off and had some real fun.
And thus I spent the remainder of the night getting fucked hard and repeatedly. I must have taken quite a few loads down my throat, all over my body and, of particular note to me, up my ass.