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Dec 27, 2016 221 notes
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My ass is for...

the-wandrer:


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A special story for (and about) @myassisforyou​ per her request…


Ah, waking up are we?

Wh-what?  Wh-where am I?

You have volunteered to be part of a little experiment.

E-experiment?  I - I didn’t…

Well…I supposed more accurately you were volunteered, by one of your fans who works for us.  They thought you would make a perfect test subject here at The Company.  

T-Test subject?  For what?  

Well - your blog indicates a love for humiliation and showing yourself.  But never your face, of course.  Which means you want these things…but don’t want anyone to know about in your, ahem, “real life”.

Wh-why do…do I…f-feel funny…?

Mmmm…well…have you ever tried certain…party drugs?

P-Party…?

Never mind.  Suffice to say the chemical you have been given mimics the effects of one of the more popular ones, though with perhaps a slightly more…sexual edge.  Though it is the other effect that particularly interests us…

Other…eff-ohhhhh…why do I f-feel so…good?

Ahh - it is indeed kicking in then.  What is most interesting about this new chemical is that in addition to…well, that - it also makes the brain somewhat… malleable.  Such that actions taken while on the drug become…permanent cravings.

Permanent? …I - ohhhh goddd…wh-what…d-do you…

Well as an example, one of our poor assistants thought it would be a good idea to “borrow” a sample for a night out dancing, without fully understanding the effects.  Unfortunately she became so aroused that she thought she would take a moment to masturbate before she left the apartment.  Poor thing.

Wh-what…what do you-

Well, I’ll show you.  The effects wear off at first, you see - a sort of hangover.  Then - usually within a day or so, the drug starts to…”come back up”.  Permanently.  So first, we caught her at her desk - clearly forgetting that we have cameras most everywhere…

And then, a little while later in the bathroom, where she was ultimately discovered…

She’d been in there for quite some time at this point.  And now…well - here is her live feed…

She will pretty much keep at it until she passes out, then wake up and start again.  Interestingly, she sobs pitifully if she is made to stop, even if someone else is touching her or fucking her.  Only actually masturbating with her fingers seems to satisfy her. 

Oh god - you - you can’t make me…I - I won’t ohhh I won’t touch m-myself…ohhh godd….

Touch yourself?  Oh of course not.  We already know what happens with that.  No, you are here to test something else entirely.  You see - while someone else touching her is useless, she will quite enthusiastically suck any cock put into her mouth to completion.  Our speculation - based on corroborating evidence from her past boyfriends - is that she may have been fantasizing about that while masturbating, and that imprinted itself as well.

I - I don’t…oh god <sob>…I w-won’t t-touch my…w-wait…what are you doing?

Don’t you see?  If we are correct, then fantasies - and more importantly we may be able to make suggestions!  That is what you are here to test.

Why are you tying m-my hands?  Ohhh god…

Well, though you protest you will not touch yourself, we’d like to make sure of that.  You’re only experiencing a tiny bit of the drug, you see…it’ll be, oh - another hour or so before you are fully…”rolling”, I believe the term is.  In the meantime, we’d like you to listen to this track we have prepared for you, so we can test the results shortly.

What?  Headphones?  No - please, don’t-

You are incapable of touching and pleasuring yourself.

What?!

No matter how aroused you become, no matter how much you would like to, you will never again be able to touch yourself for the purposes of pleasure.  

WHAT?!! NO!!

You are constantly and permanently wet and aroused.

Oh god <sob>!

The more on display you are, the more people watching you, the more aroused you will become.

What? Please…please stop…

The more embarrassed you are by being on display, the more aroused you will become.

No - please…stop!

You are desperate for pleasure.  Desperate to be touched and played with and used.

OH GOD!

You will let yourself be touched and played and used with by anyone.  

<sob>

But you will only be capable of reaching orgasm with someone the first time you are with them.

wh-what?!

No matter how aroused you become, you will only be able to orgasm if you are servicing someone new.

WHAT?!??

Whenever you meet someone who you have not yet serviced, you will become desperately aroused by them. You will do anything, let them use you however they like, to get them to play with you.

<sob>  pleeeeeeease!  oh godddd….

Your body is for everyone.  Your mouth is for everyone.  Your pussy is for everyone.  Your ass is for everyone.

Track repeats.

You are incapable of touching and pleasuring yourself…

Help meeeeeeee!!


To be continued…
(If @myassisforyou​ approves, of course… :) )


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Ooooh this was soooo fucking sexy!!!

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Be careful what you wish for... (part 1)

the-wandrer:

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Oh god…what have I done…what have I done!??  I didn’t mean…I mean, when I bought that little statue from that man while my wife was on her business trip last week, that he said would make my conservative wife “act more like my fantasies”, I didn’t think it would really…!

I - I guess I should have noticed…should have realized her boobs were even bigger than they had been…something that had floated through my mind after I’d picked up the statue, making me laugh…

There she was, apologetic for waking me up after coming home from a late night at work.   The first thought that popped into my sleep-muzzy head was how cute she was…and I just wished that she’d be a little more horny…a little more seductive…like the dream I’d been having…

I - I guess I should have realized something was wrong when she shivered, then giggled, then just slid her top off - so unlike her…

But I’d pretty much forgotten about the statue…and watching her, I couldn’t really think straight…and then she giggled…

Oh god…I think - I think I must have imagined her dumber right then…she’s always been smarter than me, but that giggle…and then she started giggling even more…and dropped her bra…and…

Oh god…my brain just turned off…her boobs were definitely bigger, but I didn’t even think about why I mean would you?  Just wished that my cute, nerdy wife was horny and slutty and…

And then I was on my back and she was moaning and squealing as she plunged her wet - oh god so wet - pussy down on my cock, and she was moaning such nasty things - things she’d never said, but that I was wishing she might…and in my head she was everything she was saying - a dirty slut…a stripper…a whore…and I looked up…

(Had she been wearing that little tie before…?O)

OH GOD!  I came so hard inside her, watching her suck her own nipple, which she’d NEVER done in our years of marriage.  And she came, squealing explosively on top of me…

And then…as I slowly regained my senses, but before I could wonder why this was happening, my mind again wandered to a long-standing fantasy…one I knew would never happen…with my wife hating sucking cock and utterly disgusted by the idea of tasting pussy…

The soft whimper and confused expression should have made me realize…but how could I have known?  And how could I even think as she slid her big tits down my body, and…

Oh god…the whimpers of her need need mixed with disgust, her eyes flickering in confusion.  My mind added to the fantasies of her, of the kind of woman she was…of the things she would do if asked…she would be a slut who would never say no.  It was all so hot…so impossible…I think some part of me must have thought I was still dreaming, especially when she looked up at me with a soft grunt, and I realized the other sound I was hearing was her fingers working inside her own wet, messy pussy…

I came hard into her mouth, with her moaning and whimpering again, a look of surprise on her face.  My wife’s inexpert cock-sucking skills meant the cum dripped out of her mouth, onto me, onto the bed, especially when she started to cum herself.  As I groaned, dazed, the thought crossed my mind that surely a slut like her would clean up any messes…

I drifted off, now sure I was still dreaming, to my wife, a confused look on her face, starting to lick the cum from my thighs and balls, and pulling two slimy fingers from inside herself to her mouth to lick them clean as well, nose wrinkling in disgust…


When I woke up in the morning, she was gone.

At first, I was unconcerned - just even more convinced the night had been a dream.  My wife works too hard, and is often gone before I wake and home after I am asleep.  So I rose for the day as normal.

Perhaps if I’d noticed the cum stains on the sheets then, largely but not completely licked clean, I would have at least called her, to check in, and ask what had been dream and what had been real last night.

If only…

TO BE CONTINUED…



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Be careful what you wish for... (part 2)

the-wandrer:

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Embarrassingly, it wasn’t till the next day that I grew worried.  She usually would wake me if we missed each other, and the lack of responses to my texts amplified my concerns.  When a call to her office revealed she had been there neither yesterday nor today, well…I panicked.

It took me almost a week to find her.

It was only luck that I did.  Someone found her cell phone and called me, and when I asked them where they found it…

Well.

When I entered the strip club, I couldn’t imagine that I could be right.  It was only then that I began to wonder with horror - could this…have something to do with that statue?  It was impossible…it couldn’t have…

The first girl I described my wife to giggled and grinned.

“Oh, sure, we all know her!  The new girl!  She’ll be out on stage later, but she spends almost all her time in the back rooms.”  Another giggle. “The way back room, mostly.”

Before I could ask her what that meant, or to plead that surely she must be wrong about the girl I described, the girl was drawn away by a man waving money at her.

Another series of questions led me to the back.  But when I asked whether I could see a particular girl - a cute, nerdy girl with large breasts, and a broad smile, and a sweet laugh…and so smart…

Well, I was informed there was a girl here like that - except for the horrible laugh when I called her ‘smart’ - but she was busy.  She was almost always busy.  I could sign up for her waiting list if I liked…she’d be available in a few days.  

Oh god - a few days!

Or…

Or, I could pay…an obscene amount of money to watch, with a different girl to entertain me.  The way back room, where she spent her time, allowed for that…

So I handed over my money.  And feeling sick, followed one of the girls back - she’d be happy to entertain me while I watched, she offered - to a dark doorway in a dark hallway…

When I entered the door, I was shocked at what I saw.  Multiple guys and multiple girls, moaning loudly on the other side of the floor to ceiling two way mirror.  Fucking and sucking….

And one…

Pressed up against the mirror…

The sound she was making - a loud, squealing, rhythmic grunt, filled with pleasure and pain and confusion and humiliation and so very, very much lust.

I tried to pretend the noises weren’t familiar.  It couldn’t be her.  The one thing my wife was more disgusted by than being with a girl was anything near that forbidden hole.

Then he shifted her back, and it became quite clear that the other, less forbidden hole had been well used too…

Dazedly, I asked the girl with me who that was…

“Oh, her?  That’s the new girl.  She’s the only one of us that will take it up the ass - she’ll pretty much do anything anyone asks though.  She’s pretty popular - even with the other girls…”

Not daring to ask what that meant, I choked out:  “Wh-what’s her name?”

“Oh, we don’t know,” the girl giggled, “She won’t tell us.  She just calls herself ‘Slut’.  But honey, I’m right here, too…”

With a pout at my divided attention, the girl slid a hand down the front of my pants and grinned up at me on finding me to be mortifyingly hard.  It would be a couple more minutes before she abandoned me in disdain, taking me for just a voyeur.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the girl through the mirror.  I couldn’t find an angle where I could see her face, just could hear her squeals as she came when the first guy came in her ass…loud, confused yelps of pleasure…until she pitched forward, shuddering and whimpering in exhaustion.

The guy pulled his cock from her abused rear hole, eliciting a shocked, shuddering squeal - of what sensation or emotion it was impossible to say.  Then his friend stepped up, with a barked laugh.

“Thanks for loosening her up back there.”

The small whimpering chirps as the next guy worked his cock into the woman’s ass were confused - but when he growled a directive at her to help she levered herself up, spreading herself for him - and moaned loudly as he started to work his cock into her cum-slicked asshole.

The shocked, pleasured grunts went on for several moments until he ordered her to roll sideways, to make room for another of the men in the room…the sound she made this time was purely pleasure, as the guy took position at her other hole…

The woman’s screams of pleasure filled the room, still filled with a tinge of confusion and surprise, rising to a scream as the two men filled her holes…and her screams rose to breathy shrieks as they filled her with cum.

When they finally pulled out, leaving her on all fours - still frustratingly (mercifully?) faced away from the mirror - the woman knelt, shuddering and whimpering, immobilized by the aftershocks of her many orgasms…cumming again with a series of shocked squeaks as the second guy pulled out of her pussy…

She moaned and dripped while the guys high fived and chuckled down at the exhausted, well-used woman.  Finally, she got shakily to her feet, starting to pull up her panties, her cunt still dripping with what was clearly much more than just one man’s cum…and I tried to pretend I didn’t know that lovely back…the curve of that ass…

“What are you doing, honey?”

“I - I’m sorry, sir?”

I heard her voice - that pathetic, servile, trembling voice, thick with lust and humiliation and confusion…and utter obedience - and I died a little inside.  I still refused to believe…it couldn’t be…

“Turn around…let’s see that nasty pussy and ass of yours…”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.  

And turned.

And I stared into the pretty face of my wife for the first time in a week.

Her eyes were dull, those of a girl with little going on upstairs, beyond a faint look of confusion - though even now she panted slightly with obvious arousal.  At another instruction, she leaned forward, her huge tits filling the mirror, tilting her abused ass and pussy back for a better view to her…clients.

“I’m gonna go again,” one of the guys said with a grin.

“In her pussy?“

“Oh, hell no - only Leon is nasty enough to fuck that after…how many other guys came in you tonight, honey?”

A flicker of utter horror crossed her face, and her eyes welled with tears.  Her fingers twitched on the glass as her brow furrowed in…concentration?

“Um…M-more than five, sir?  I - I h-have trouble c-counting more than that…”

I choked out a sob as the guys laughed.

“But we’re the first ones in your ass tonight?”

“Y-Yes sir.  It c-costs more.  The first time.  I’ll be cheaper for the next group.”

I watched as the laughing guy moved behind her, grabbing her hips.  Watched her pretty mouth open in surprise, her eyes flicker with horror even as she let out a shocked grunt as the guy slid into her ass once more, and began to fuck her.  Her grunts began to match her wide eyes and open mouth - shocked and horrified at her obvious enjoyment of the use of her forbidden hole, her confusion slowly turning to the pure, mindless pleasure of a complete slut.

I touched my fingers to hers on the glass, eyes filled with tears, watching her huge tits bounce with each thrust…, knowing she couldn’t see me…

…knowing she couldn’t see my hard cock in my hand…couldn’t see how hard I came when she did, covering the mirror with my own cum, to match the continuing slow drip from her pussy and ass…

I’d like to say I didn’t cum again when the guy slid out of her ass with a slurp, when he told her to clean some of the cum from her pussy while she sank to her knees in front of him, when I watched her lick her slimy fingers clean, playing with her big tits and looking at the enormous cock that had just been in her ass with an expression of slutty delight…with no hint of my sweet, smart, shy wife in any part of her expression…

I’d like to say that I didn’t cum then…

The girls say she doesn’t leave the club.  She rarely leaves that room.  The owners are happy to have her stay there - not only because she just as enthusiastically pleasures them as anyone else…

But also because they often find on all fours her cleaning up after herself.  And the other girls.  Quite thoroughly.  

In fact, one of the girls confided to me, most of the girls go to the back room often themselves, when otherwise unoccupied.  Particularly if they’ve been…busy themselves. The first time she was back there with another girl, she got beneath her after the guy was done, and just started cleaning her out.  Without even being asked!

Apparently she’s not very good with her mouth down there otherwise.

But she’s getting better.

I don’t know what else to do.  

But at least I’m on the list now.

I guess I’ll see my wife again in a few more days…

Or…

Maybe I’ll come watch her again tomorrow…

Just once…


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Wander, at it again! Delicious….

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