Wendy & Joey – Christmas Visit

 Joey: First of all, we’d like to wish you all ‘Happy Holidays’, however you celebrate. It was a couple of days before Christmas day when I received a call from Vanessa. We spoke for a bit on what we’d been up to recently, had a bit of a laugh and a joke and it took around ten minutes before Vanessa got to the point of her call.

“Are you busy on Christmas day at all? I’m sure you are but I was wondering if I could ask a favour.” asked Vanessa.

“Well, I’m going to spend the day with Wendy, open gifts in the morning, we’ll probably go looking for some Christmas day cock then we’ll head home and cook up a roast dinner. Could be a fun day, we don’t really make a big deal of it honestly.” I replied “But sure, what’s the favour sweetheart?”

“Well, my grandpa will be home alone on Christmas day and, well, he’s getting old and his mind isn’t all there. He’s a bit forgetful, I mean you know how old people get…” She started to explain. She didn’t really talk much about her Grandfather but when she did it was always about how his poor brain is breaking. It could be dementia or just getting old and not as sharp as he used to be. She never complained about his conditions but only showed concern because he was very much alone and she would visit him regularly and help him out.

Apparently the old man was pretty poor and, even though she’ll never admit to it, Vanessa often spent much of her own money to make sure he had the medication he needed, food and other things.

Vanessa may be seen by many as a feisty, sassy black slut but she does have a huge heart. Even if I didn’t know anything else about her, I could hear it in her tone, coming from down the phone, “… The thing is, I’m going to be tied up Christmas Day and won’t be able to visit him. I wonder if you could pick up a few things for him for lunch and just kind of pop around and say hello, check in on him for me please?”

I sat down in our large leather sofa and watched as Wendy trying to wrap one last gift. I watched and wondered how someone could get themselves more stuck with tape than the wrapping paper. “Of course Vanessa! We’ll swing around and poke our noses in around mid morning, is that ok?”

Vanessa seemed very relieved and thanked me “Oh wow, thankyou Joey! I don’t know what to say. I’ll bring around his shopping later today as well as his medication. He doesn’t eat too much and it’s mostly microwave food so he can do it himself but I also have some gifts for him and knowing someone is going to say hello on Christmas day makes me so much better, thankyou Joey!”

I reassured her that it was fine and it would be nice to meet ‘old gramps’. We’d heard from Vanessa that her gramps can be a bit of a dirty old man and was a little bit of a fan of our movies and media. Vanessa warned me that it is quite common for her to catch her old gramps jerking off on the sofa even though he knew she was coming around. He would just forget. I laughed and said “The day either Wendy or myself get upset or offended by some old black guy jerking off, is the day that maybe you should think about putting US in a home.” We both laughed and Wendy looked back at me with a confused look on her face, clearly still struggling to work out how to use sticky tape, judging by the state of her ‘wrapped’ gift.

Vanessa came by that night with the shopping, medication, address and the front door key to her gramps’ apartment.  She stuck around for a bit and we hung out for a few hours before she headed out to get herself ready for her Christmas Day.

Christmas morning came around and Wendy and I spent the morning opening our gifts for each other and fooling around.

“So, we going to go find a random BBC later to get our Christmas Day fucking?” Asked Wendy as she came skipping back into the room. She had that mischievous grin on her lips and held her hands behind her back.

“That is the usual plan isn’t it?” I asked, turning my head to look up at my sister. I farrowed my brow and tilted my head with curiosity “What’s going on?” I asked suspiciously.

She smirked and swung her hips playfully. I was still a little confused until she pulled her hand from behind her back and opened her palm. Her eyes widened and her mischievous grin grew. In her palm were two viles of my latest shipment of fertility drugs. “What ya think, Christmas babies?” She giggled.

I rolled my eyes and gestured for her to come sit on the sofa. I laughed and looked at the viles in her palm. I shrugged and smiled at her “Sure why not?” Wendy seemed pretty excited as I continued “I mean, why not cross that tally right?” I winked.

The morning was ticking along and we took the fertility drugs and tidied up the apartment. “We got to go drop some stuff off and check in on Vanessa’s Gramps before we go find some BBC. She’s unavailable today and doesn’t want her Gramps to be alone. So Heads up I guess.” I said as we were pulling on our jackets and I went to pick up the shopping and medication Vanessa had left behind.

“Wait, what?” asked Wendy as she spun around to look at me. She gave me that sulky look of impatience “How long we gonna be…..” I cut her off with a scowl over the top of my glasses. She called it my ‘school teacher grumpy look’. I didn’t even need to say anything; she knew she was being a brat. Sighing and hanging her head shamefully, she realised she was being bratty; “Fine! I guess it’s not nice to be alone at Christmas right. Just so long as I get some black spunk in me today.” She turned and made her way to the garage. She’s not a bad girl, honestly. Wendy is very sweet and she knows more than most how to be a good person but sometimes, she really gets impatient and when the thought of big black cock pushes into her bubble brain, there really isn’t much room for anything else. She just needs a gentle reminder to not be a cock spoilt bitch.  

 

We drove through the neighbourhood where Vanessa’s gramps lived; it was run down and was just another one of our city ghettos. “I think I have been here..” Wendy muttered, peering out the window as we drove through in my Sports car, “Lot of black guys here, won’t have to go too far to get fucked after.” She giggled and squirmed in her seat.

I followed the Sat-Nav into the carpark of another rundown apartment block. Wendy leant forward and peered at the curling paint on the walls of the apartment; “As much as I love being fucked in some dirty alley way, it’s super sad that the city never puts any money into making these neighbourhoods look better, ya know?” She said, turning her head to get my reaction.

My eyes widened and I was a little shocked to hear my bimbo brained sister show her social awareness. I opened my mouth and was about to explain more of the social commentary that leads to black communities being left to rot. It has been something that has annoyed me for years. However, a large black bull walked pasted the car and flashed Wendy a wink…. It was kind of like watching a dog see a squirrel honestly; her gaze just followed the bull all the way across the windshield and the previous query just floated out of her brain like a lost butterfly.

I just laughed to myself and shook my head “Come on then, let’s go give gramps his groceries and medication.”

We made our way into the apartment and a few of the residents gave us curious looks. We smiled at a few of the male residents as they openly eyed us leeringly. “Yup, doubt we’ll have to go far at all!” I winked at Wendy as we came up upon ‘Gramps’ door. I put the key in the door and opened it, saying loudly “Hey Gramps Vanessa can’t make it today so she asked it….” I was cut off a little as I heard him saying “Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!” from inside the poorly lit apartment;

More peeling paint and yellowed wallpaper, the typical 70’s style brown carpeting were the first things we noticed in the darkened apartment. A flicking blue light bathed the walls and ceiling as the television was showing something. It was a little obvious what gramps was watching as through the speakers were very familiar moans. My own voice filled my ears, telling some unseen person to “Fuck me like the common slut I am!” yup, gramps was sat there in his sofa, watching one of my pornos. I’ll admit; I was somewhat flattered.

Wendy followed me into the apartment “What’s all the hub-bub?!” and as she stepped in she giggled “Well happy Christmas Gramps!”

That’s right! I mean I was warned but even so. It was quite amusing to wander in and see Vanessa’s Gramps, sat on his sofa, huge black dick in hard, jerking it to one of my movies. He seemed somewhat embarrassed but he soon became confused. “Wait, who are you? What day is it? Have you seen my Venny?” His confusion seemed to make him  forget he had his own dick in his hand and he just sat there, squinting at us, cock clutched in his fist “Where’s Venny?!”

I looked over at My sister who had closed the apartment door and here big blue eyes had focused on that huge black, old cock and was nibbling her bottom lip. I shook my head again and laughed before answering the old man’s questions;

“I’m Joey, this is my sister Wendy….” Wendy lifted a palm to say hi but here eyes never once left the huge dick in plain view, “Vanessa can’t make it over today, so she asked us to come keep you company and bring you your groceries. It’s Christmas Day and …..”

He cut me off as we both walked into the light a little more. His eyes flicking from me to Wendy and back again “Wait, don’t I know you?!”. I stood next to his television, my own moans still coming out of its speakers and I drummed my fingers on the wooden box of the set. “Yeh, I think you have seen us somewhere before.” I laughed lightly.

It was actually quite funny to watch this senile old man look at the television, then back at me and back to the television, as if I had just jumped out of the set. I started to make my way towards the small kitchenette while Wendy seemed to make a slow bee-line towards the focus of her attention.

“Wait, are you those girls, like.. you’re the…” I think he had managed to put two and two together and that when he remembered he was mid jack-off session before we walked in. He looked down at his own dick in his hand and gasped. “Oh my God! Oh My.. I’m so… sorry.. I.. um” He furiously tried to put his cock away but it was rock hard and was having quite the difficulty tucking it away.

At this point I had made my way into the kitchen and had placed the groceries down on the counter “Oh Don’t worry about it Gramps it’s not the first time we have…” I cut my own sentence short as I looked over to smile at him. However, I saw my eager little sister had skipped over to the sofa and was now positioning herself on the old man’s lap!

Gramps was leaning back in the sofa, jaw dropped in surprise as Wendy had reached between her thighs and was easing his huge black crown under the hem of her pretty pink skirt. She beamed an adorable smile at the old man and giggled “Don’t worry Gramps, let me help you put that somewhere, more… appropriate.”

I shrugged and continued to unload the groceries. Looks like Wendy had found her Christmas BBC after all. Can’t keep a good slut down! I checked to make sure old Gramps was ok with having some bubble brained bimbo pornstar slide her way down his old man dick with barely even a word and, well, judging by the wide grin on his face as she wriggled her hips to impale herself told me this was going to be his best Christmas ever.

I busied myself in the kitchen, checking on the old man’s fridge and making a mental list for groceries that he might need for his next visit. Meanwhile, gramps had gripped Wendy’s hip and rounded ass as she rode his huge cock. She was in the process of stripping off her jacket and top and I have never seen an old man’s eye light up so much as when he laid them on Wendy’s soft, large boobs!

Wendy gonna Wendy I guess; Giving the old man the best Christmas Gift ever.

I busied myself in the kitchen, cleaned the counters and sorted out the fridge a little while the two enjoyed themselves. Gramp’s confusion popped up here and there, asking Wendy if she was that girl from his movies and if she knew her Granddaughter. After answering him a couple of times and removing her last piece of clothing, she was now fully naked riding the old man’s huge dick and his curious questions seemed to cease.

After a while of grinding her curved hips into Gramp’s lap he gave a quick glance over at me in his kitchen. I had now put all the groceries away and was just idly watching the two have their fun. He then looked up at Wendy and grinned “Your sister want dick too?” He chuckled and Wendy looked down at him with a wide smile while she lightly stroked his bald head with her well manicured finger tips. “You wanna fuck my sister too?” She giggled. He grinned broadly and nodded enthusiastically.

With that Wendy turned her head towards me as she continued to fuck Gramps “Hey Sis….” She started but I was already ahead of her; “I’m on it…” I smiled back as I reached behind me to unzip my short skirt, letting to slide down my thighs before I strode from the kitchen to the sofa.

Wendy turned back towards the old man and planted her hands on his shoulders and eased herself up off of his lap. He looked down and watched his juice coated cock slide from my sister’s pale stretched folds and leave with a sloppy pop. She rolled herself over to flop down beside him and immediately the old man was faced with me, lifting a leg onto the couch as I pulled open my own shirt. He gasped with surprise as my large, pale tits jiggled as I mounted the couch.

I too, eased gramps’ cock inside myself, wriggling my hips as I slid down his shaft to impale myself on his old dick for the first time.

I enjoyed riding the old man’s dick but soon Wendy was getting impatient again, so we swapped over a couple of times, the whole time Gramps had the expression on his face that signified he couldn’t believe what was happening.

Eventually, we managed to get the old man out of his own clothing and helped him down onto the floor. We were both pretty surprised at how long the old man could keep himself hard and eager! Neither the less, we were not going to complain.

I was straddling Gramps and his cock was buried deep in my belly. Wendy had straddled his face and his lips were busy eating her pussy as his beard tickled her soft pale skin. I suddenly felt his old cock twitch and swell inside me and Wendy grasped my throat, yanking me back against her, I reached up to pull her hair as Gramps started to moan furiously into her pussy. Suddenly a huge burst of old man cum flooded my fertile uterus and I let out my own lust filled moan. “Fuuuuck!” I exclaimed “God God, Gramps just pumped a massive load into me. I never thought he had THAT much in his wrinkly old balls!”

Wendy growled at me as Gramps’ tongue flicked against her pierced lit and she squeezed my throat harder “Hey! Don’t hog it all bitch!” She barked between moans “You better hope he’s got a second load in there for me!!!”

I slyly looked over to her as my body shuddered, feeling his cum slosh around inside me “Hmm yeh, don’t want to waste that fertility drug do we?” Her eyes widened like dinner plates and her jaw dropped. It seemed she had totally forgotten that we had taken that. “OMG! Get off get off GET OFF! I want Gramps’ baby too .. fuuck!”

Well, needless to say, Gramps didn’t disappoint. We spent the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening letting Vanessa’s Grandpa knock us up.

We let him rest for a bit as we made him some dinner. We sat naked beside him as he watched some television but pretty soon, he was bored of his Christmas shows and wanted to make the most of his Christmas Sluts.

About a week later I received another call from Vanessa; “I know I thanked you two for checking in on Gramps over Christmas but I have to say, I have noticed a real change in him!”

“Oh?” I asked, sat on the sofa, running my hand idly over my belly.

“Yeh! Usually he’s very forgetful. He’ll ask me the same question multiple times and I’m lucky if he can remember what he had for breakfast but you two, he asks about you all the time and wonders if you are going to come back to visit him. What did you guys get up to? I haven’t seen him that animated for a long time…” Vanessa continued.

“Umm… you REALLY want to know?” I asked with a slight mischievous tone to my voice.  

There were a few moments of silence down the phone and then a sigh as if Vanessa had suddenly made the calculations.

“No, I probably don’t.” She finally replied with a laugh.

“To be honest..” I continued, “I’m sure Wendy wouldn’t say no to checking in on him again. We could probably pop in from now and then, if you want.”

Vanessa laughed again and said down the phone “I mean.. maybe? Like, try not to give him a heart attack or anything. I mean, he is in his 80’s now”

I couldn’t help but laugh again “No no no, sure. We’ll go easy on him..” I smirked down the phone “But seriously we could probably help him out a bit more for you from time to time.”

Vanessa paused again “I mean sure, I don’t want to impose on you but he was pretty upbeat last time.. I mean, yeh I get why but.. thanks! You two are my best friends for sure. Anyway, see you at Tonight’s New Year’s party!”

Wendy was more than happy to visit old Gramps again and we’ve been popping around to keep him company for a little while now. We even took him out to go buy some of our latest movies. We said we’d just bring a couple around for him but he said he wanted to see the face on the owner of the Adult movie store when he walked in with us, swollen bellies included, on his arms to buy our latest pornos!

Ok that was going to be epic but it will probably be good for him to get out and about a little. We held onto him as he used his walker to slowly make his way down the street and let’s just say he was quite handsy;  “Oh sorry sweetheart” he’d chuckle as he grabbed Wendy’s ass “Thought I was going to fall there!” He’d smirk “It’s ok, I have your other arm. Gramps” I smiled as I supported him. “Ah what a good pair of Grandpa breeders you are, always looking after me”

I have to say, He liked to lay it on thick but that was because he, like we did, really rather enjoyed the judgmental, surprised and shocked looks, not to mention the double takes, as people over heard our conversations. Their eyes would linger wide and mouths agape as two scantily clad, pregnant white sluts would so happily help the black old man down the street.

Anyway, we are looking a little into the future there so let’s just bring it back shall we?

You may be asking, what was so important in the first place that meant that Vanessa couldn’t make it to visit her Grandpa on Christmas. Well, remember she told me she’d be ‘tied up’ on Christmas Day? It turns out that was very literal!

You see, Dee’s Husband had noticed Vanessa previously and had mentioned how much he’d love to pump a baby in her belly. Dee’s a very devoted wife and she makes notes on what her husband says throughout the year so she knows what to get him for Christmas. She even keeps a small note pad in her purse for that reason. Anyway, mixed in on that note pad with such things as a ‘new socket set’ and ‘coffee maker’ was just one word ‘Vanessa’!

Needless to say, he woke up Christmas morning to open his new gift wrapped coffee maker but also found, tied up with pretty red ribbon and a golden ring gag, was a wriggling Vanessa!

“Oh Babe! You remembered!”

Christmas really IS the time of giving isn’t it?

We hope you all have an amazing holiday period. However, I’d also like to mention that there are many people out there who don’t have anyone to share Christmas with. Loneliness has become a real epidemic and the holiday period is particularly difficult on those who are alone.   

So please, spare a thought for those on their own this season. Maybe pop around and check on them, bring them a nice home cooked meal or just pop in to check on them. You don’t HAVE to fuck them, like Wendy and I did; that’s probably going above and beyond, but just remember no-one likes to be alone at Christmas.

Have a wonderful Day and we’ll see you soon!

Xoxoxoxox

Mandi - Introduction

 

Mandi: Hello!

My name is Mandi Velvet and I am a 24 year old Pilipino prostitute. Oh yes and I am very proud of what I do too! I have been working since I was 19 and love what I do but I have always had the feeling that I could be doing better! I am rather petite and have been called the ‘Pint Sized Prostitute’. I may be petite but I have a very ample chest and my clients seem to enjoy my large boobs!

I was never a street whore; I would always find my clients through escort agencies and usually my clients were wealthy men. I love to be pampered in private jets and by penthouse pools. I am arm candy for the rich and a fuck toy for the wealthy. It has certainly been a fun ride; I have been jetted off from one country to another, shopped at all the finest, expensive stores and gone to some of the most luxurious parties. Men always seemed to enjoy having me on their arm and later, in their bed.

Sure, I never spent a great deal of time with one client before they hired another high class call girl but that is the job. I’m not finding a partner; I’m fucked for cash so I bounce between clients regularly.

My life has been amazing; I have never had any complaints and couldn’t have wished for more. However, recently I realised there was more I could have been having!

It started when a client who wanted to watch some porn to get back in the mood to put me to use again. We lay in the huge bed and he flicked through his collection and we watched a breeding movie. Some pale skinned, dark haired slut was gangbanged by a bunch of big black guys and the premise was they were going to breed her! That’s right; these men were going to pump a baby into this porn star’s belly!

It was very arousing to watch with my client and as I sucked his cock, I kept one eye on the large screen watching. At some point I popped his cock from my lips and said “You know, they aren’t really going to impregnate her right? It’s all like a fantasy right?” I have seen ‘breeding’ porn before; some porn star gets fucked and jump cut to her pushing a stroller with a doll in it. My client placed his hand on the top of my head and pushed me back down onto his cock with a laugh “Just watch!”

After the dark-haired pornstar took multiple creampies I waited for the jump cut to her with a stroller. There was a jump cut but no stroller! Instead, she posed proudly for the camera with a very large baby bump. She was fully nude and the camera really showed off her bump. She even had a Baby tally tattoo’d on her belly! I was convinced that belly had to be fake, it just had to be but it looked so real! “See!” Laughed my client before grabbing my long hair and yanking me up so he could reposition me and drive his now hard again cock between my thighs….

Once I had free time and was between clients, I looked up some of these breeding videos because I just couldn’t get it out of my head. Was it real? Did this porn star really get knocked up by all those men?

I fell down a porn movie rabbit hole and searched for more of this pornstar’s work, I still couldn’t believe that it was real yet her belly tallies grew and I even found a video of her being bred by multiple dogs over a period of a week! I’ll admit, I watched that one multiple times.

I found an internet interview with this particular porn star where she was being very candid about her life, her sexuality and her breeding. I couldn’t believe it, all her breeding movies were real! She was actually knocked up and carried these random men’s children.

I dug further and found a couple more porn stars who published breeding movies. One was even bred by a Minotaur! This was it, this was what I was looking for and didn’t know it. I ached to be a breeding whore!

You guessed it, that first pornstar was Joey Aristocrat and the Minotaur breeder was Dee! I watched some of Wendy Aristocrat’s movies and Sally Petite’s!

I found the publisher’s contact details and made some enquiries and within a week or so, I was on a telephone call with Joey herself!

I found out she managed her own career as well as her sister’s, Dee’s (for the most part) and Sally’s. I had struck gold! I offered myself to her management and she informed me that creating pornographic media was very much what she’d be expecting from me. However, I was a prostitute not a porn star and had no portfolio of media to show her. Other than my Insta and model portfolio, I had no movies to show off, although, I was very eager to start a career in porn creation.

 We had an interesting conversation where we spoke about my background and my desire to breed, I found it something I was missing out on. She was very friendly and polite. She was so easy to talk to and I felt as if I had known her all my life but she was also very professional. I felt a sternness to her voice and she felt somewhat domineering. I could have listened to her for hours and honestly, she had the tone that would have made me do anything she wanted me to do. I felt the urge to not disappoint her and please her, it was weird but her voice sent pleasurable shivers down my spine as she spoke about what she does and what she expected from those she managed.

 She explained that, while she respected my chosen profession of prostitute as she too also prostituted herself regularly; her focus on management was very much in the creation of pornographic media with the focus on breeding material as well as managing the breeding program. While this did include prostitution, she was concerned that I had no experience in movies.

She also explained that she never had the intention to manage a breeding program and those under her wing were either friends or family, except for Sally, who was an exception. She was not looking to expand her responsibilities. She gave me the number for her agent and suggested giving him a call should I wish to put some movies under my belt as he would be able to manage that aspect better.

I will admit, I felt disappointed but I was grateful for her call. I thanked her for the time and she told me her call was a professional courtesy. While she didn’t want to expand her management she did want to encourage my desires.

I was a little disappointed for a few days and was considering calling the agent’s number to start a porn career at least. If I put a few movies out, maybe one or two breeding movies I may find another breeding program I could involve myself in. The conversation did encourage me but I will admit, any other breeding program would have felt like second best. So I decided to sit on the idea for a while.

 It seemed as if I wasn’t the only one thinking on my next steps for a while as before the week was out my phone rang with an unknown number. I assumed it was another direct client but as I answered the phone, I heard that soft, sultry, professional purr from the other end. It was Miss Aristocrat calling me back!

She told me she had been thinking about our last conversation for a few days and, although she had hoped she had encouraged me to push forward, she felt she could have done more. She didn’t want to have to manage a green-horn from the ground up but if I wanted to become a breeder, I had to prove myself!

I could do that! For sure! But how?

Joey informed me that, if I did prove myself, she would accept me into her breeding program however she would take somewhat of a back seat to my progression and allow me to manage myself while she steered me in certain directions, suggest certain work, breed certain clients and strongly suggested I enrol with her agent to help facilitate my own career. If I proved my intentions she would help steer me rather than manage me.

This was great! I could use her contacts and experience while still retaining my own independence for my own breeding and porn career! She would always be available for guidance and suggestions but ultimately, I was the driver of my own destiny. So I asked. “How do I prove myself?”

“There will be a private jet sat on the runway of your local air port, I will email you the flight details later..” she began to explain, “There will be a client and a cameraman on that jet. The client has agreed to help you create your first movie for, well.. let’s not get into that arrangement shall we?” She laughed lightly “Needless to say, you will perform with the client while the jet takes you to Las Vegas…” My eyes widened Vegas?! But before I could ask anything more she continued “There a car will pick you up and take you to a hotel, you will meet with my contact there and be put to work as a Vegas prostitute…” This was starting to sound very interesting but the kicker came very soon; “You will be hired out through my contact’s agency for the maximum of one month, where upon you will be flown back home.”

“Sounds simple enough, you want me to do a porno on a plane and work as a Vegas Prostitute for a month, luckily I don’t have a fear of flying huh?” I giggled but the phone line was silent, not even a giggle for a few second.

“When you land there will be two cars waiting, the first will take you home but the second will bring you to my villa.” I raised a brow wondering where this was going.

“While working in Vegas, if you have become pregnant you will get in the second car and join me at my villa, if you have not, you will enter the first car and that will be as far as our contact will progress.”

My jaw dropped and there was silence on the line for a few more seconds until; “Do you understand and accept the assignment?”

“Y.y..yes, I do!” I replied and the line went dead!

I received the flight details and the jet was due to leave a week from now, enough time for me to get any birth control out of my system! She had thought of everything!

Basically, I had to come back with a belly bump or.. not at all! Exciting! Way to throw me in at the deep end!

The day of the flight arrived and I eagerly hopped onto the private yet, eager to prove myself.

The client was a well built white guy, very wealthy and very eager to put me to work! Enjoy these pictures from the shoot but I think you will agree, I look amazing in the paws of such a strong man! He certainly knew how to handle me.

I will admit, I enjoyed my first movie more than I ever thought I would. Even more that I enjoyed prostitution! I knew this wasn’t just for my client; once published, multiple men would be enjoying my antics. However, I know what you are all thinking..

How did the movie end? Did it end with me getting off the plane? Or did it end some other way? Did I get into that second car? Did I succeed in my sexy mission?

Well, here is a snap shot of the ending of the movie to answer your questions. That’s right, that’s me, enjoying the sunshine, posing in the sunshine on the patio of a certain someone’s villa!

Baby tally tattoo and everything! Now, was the baby I carried the client’s from the plane or any one of the men that hired me during my month long working stay in Vegas? I have no idea!  Either way I was as proud as I could be to bare my first tally and show off my first bump!

Look out for more from me! I can’t wait to get stuck in to my new career as pornstar and breeder!

 

Luv Mandi

xxxx

Dee: Random AI movie test

 Dee: Just fooling around with Ai movies..... 

Dee: New Profile Pic

 Dee: Put together a new profile picture for Second Life. What do you think? Well Hope you like it.

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Dee - Earning My Canine Card

 Dee - Some have noticed I have been sporting three Doggy tallies on my belly. Well, eventually, here are the stories of how I earnt my Canine Card! 

Please hit the following link to take you to the Beastly page where you can find the full story:

Beasts, Aliens, Monsters and other Non-Humans

My latest story consists of multiple, over aching mini stories and 15 4k Images to accompany them. 

I hope you enjoy both the stories and the sexy images. Both took a while to produce but were a lot of fun. Here is a quick teaser:

Also, if you are interested in viewing or grabbing the 'web cam' image for your own SL builds, you will find that here, along with a collection of other textures you are free to use in your SL Builds: 

SL Images and Textures

Dee - First Timer

 

Dee: Hi guys I am back and I want to let you know there will be a few stories and pictures of me coming out this month so prepare yourself for a ‘Dee Heavy November’!

You all saw my recent update and I’m just recovering before a big story lands but thought I’d tell you about a fun little encounter that happened a day or so before I got knocked up recently.

It was just another sunny evening on the streets and I was loitering around the alleys of the city looking for clients. I hadn’t been working for long and had a couple of blow jobs and hand jobs to get me started.

I was looking pretty tempting in my purple fishnet dress if I may say so myself and I had just re-emerged from behind a dumpster, wiping my lips, following my latest client back out onto the street. He wandered off and I still had the taste of his cum in my mouth as I licked my lips when I noticed some young looking guy across the street. He seemed pretty nervous and was pacing back and forth as he kept looking across the street at me.

I stepped closer to the curb and leant seductively against a lamp post. I flashed him a smile and he quickly turned away. I couldn’t help but laugh lightly to myself as I watched him from across the street.

Eventually, he crossed the street and started to walk towards me but stopped, thought more about it and turned nervously away. “You alright Sir?” I called out to him. He turned towards me and bit his lower lip nervously. “Um y..Yes m’am!” He replied.

I nodded him over and he started to walk towards me although he was still looking around nervously. I noticed he was about of collage age, at least 18 but I wasn’t entirely sure. He was well dressed in casual clothes and looked well kept. He seemed the typical rich collage kid. You know the kind, beer drinking collage bro but his nervousness didn’t match with those guys of that age.

“Are you ok?” I asked again as he came closer “you seem a little, lost?” He did seem lost on this side of town. The collage guys usually hung around the more affluent areas of the city; hanging around the bars and clubs, he did seem to stick out.

“I, I just wanted to, Oh maybe I should just go.” He stuttered and started to walk away. At this point I grew a little concerned for him; he would have been easy prey for some of the thugs and gangsters around here. So I pushed myself from leaning on the lamppost and stepped closer “It’s ok, tell me, why are you here? Don’t often see your type on this side of town.” I laughed lightly but hoped to reassure him.

He turned back around and his eyes widened as he looked over me as I was now stood only a couple of feet in front of him. He didn’t say a word as he slowly looked me up and down, jaw a gape and eyes wide. I couldn’t help but smile as I proudly stood before him, letting him drink in all I had to offer. Eventually he looked back up at my face and I tilted my head as if to say ‘like what you see?’ when he stuttered “Y..You’re a wh..whore right?”

I nodded and laughed slightly “Yes! I am! “ I proudly replied “Why? You looking for some pussy?” I laughed lightly again. However, he didn’t say anything and just looked even more nervous as he chewed the inside of his cheek. That’s when I paused and rose my brows “You are aren’t you?” He nodded slightly, I smirked “and let me guess, you have never hired the services of a street whore before have you?” he shook his head slowly. “Huh first timer huh? Let me ask you, are you a virgin?” He farrowed his brows and shook his head. I pulled down my sunglasses slightly and peered over the tops at him as I farrowed my brow “You sure?”

“No M’am, I have had sex before, honestly, I’m not a virgin” He smiled nervously. Despite his nervous disposition and after I watched him for a few moments more, I was pretty convinced he wasn’t lying and I smiled back at him as I backed myself towards the lamp post. I wanted to see if he would follow me back to the lamp post. It was only a few steps but if he did, it meant he was interested in continuing with me. He did! I casually leant on the post, still proudly showing off the purple clad, fish-netted merchandise. “Well at least you know where to put your cock.” I joked, hoping to ease his nervousness. It seemed to work as he chuckled and nodded “Yes m’am I sure do”

“So, what were you looking for, Blow job, hand job, full sex, anal, what?” I asked, nonchalantly offering my services as if they were on a menu in a restaurant. His eyes slowly wandered to focus on my upper, inner thighs and I flashed a smirk “I’m guessing, full sex right?”

He looked back up with a smile and silently nodded “Alright not a problem…” However before I could say anything else he blurted out “How much?!”. It seemed obvious he wanted to fuck a whore and knew the basics of hiring one but his confidence was lacking, so I forgave his brashness as nervousness rather than sexual aggression. Not that I minded sexual aggression of course but I was sure I was going to be the first street whore this guy would be with.

Again I laughed “Straight to it huh? No no I can respect that. For full sex, 50 bucks!” I answered.

“50 Bucks?!” He exclaimed, seemingly surprised

I giggled softly “Too expensive for a first timer huh?” I smirked

He shook his head quickly “No no, I was told to expect to pay something like 200. I’m just surprised.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little louder “Let me guess, your ‘Bro Buddies’ told you 200 was the norm?” Again he nodded. “Your ‘bros’ are kinda right, most street girls will look for between 150 and 300 depending but I like to be a little cheaper. More work that way, know what I mean?” I winked with a sultry smile. “But a word of warning; when a whore gives you a price, never tell her what you were expecting eh. Accept it or leave it. Don’t negotiate, she knows how much she is worth so you’ll either insult her or let her know exactly how much is in your wallet, understand?” I smiled.

He grinned and nodded again “I get ya, so guess you are pretty popular then huh?” He seemed to be loosening up a little although still a little nervous. “I’m kept pretty busy.” I boasted “You should send your boys in my direction, could save themselves a few bucks.” I answered.

“So, like I pay you now or…?” He said looking around but I interrupted him as he reached for his wallet “Yeh but, I AM going have to see some ID; You look around 18, 19 but, gotta be sure, you know?”

He seemed to understand and he pulled out his wallet and opened it. He pulled out an ID card and handed it to me. It was a collage campus ID card. It was a Legal ID, bars accepted them so I will too. Sure enough, he was a college student, the picture of this grinning guy smiled at me from his laminated ID; a face full of potential and optimism. I done some quick mental math and he was indeed 18, albeit by a couple of months. “Hmm seems your birthday was only a couple of months ago, am I a birthday treat for yourself?” I giggled as I handed back his card. He smiled back “Something like that yeh!”

He thumbed through the bills in his wallet and I shuddered a little as I watched, shaking my head to myself. This guy was lucky he found me on this street; openly showing off his bills in the wallet could easily tempt a whore who relied on cash from hooking to survive to take advantage of him. I don’t need the cash to survive, as you all know; I just love the thrill of being a street whore paid to be fucked by strangers on a daily basis. Needless to say, it doesn’t make me popular among the ‘career prostitutes’ that’s for sure. The looks they give me when my wealthy husband picks me up in one of his super cars could peel paint!

He then franticly started thumbing through his wallet and opening up other parts of his wallet “Oh fuck!” He exclaimed.

“What’s up sweetie?” I asked with concern.

“I forgot condoms!” He looked at me with utter disappointment. I shook my head and laughed.

“Wow, it’s like you were meant to find me this evening isn’t it?” I smiled at him. He raised an eyebrow quizzically before I continued “Most of the other girls will insist on protection or make you pay more to go without but I, I never use them!” His jaw dropped and eyes widened; “You, you never use condoms?!”

I proudly shook my head “Nope! Unprotected only and feel free to cum inside me, no extra charge.”

He mouthed the words ‘holy fuck!’ and his smile grew as his hand grasping the 50 dollars shook slightly “I told ya, your friends have been fucking the wrong whores.” And I daintily pinched the bills from his fingers and tucked them into my jacket pocket with a smile.

“You ready for some fun then?” I winked as I took his hand and started to lead him into the alley behind us. “I….I..I…” he replied, unable to really say much of anything.

It was honestly kind of cute; I don’t often get to pop some guy’s whore-cherry. My clients are usually well versed with how this transaction works and know just how to treat a street whore but this was some-what adorable. I was going to enjoy breaking him in!

I led him down the alley, towards the dumpster I had just emerged from. I wasn’t worried about my own privacy; many of the more experienced clients would have fucked me right there, on the street, against the lamp post and I’m all for the exhibitionism, some like to take things out of reach of prying eyes. However, I didn’t think this guy was going to be too happy about being on full display so for his sake, I sought what little privacy we could find behind the dirty dumpster.

 I motioned for him to lean against the iron dumpster and I drew close with a seductive smile. I reached out and ran my hands lightly over his groin. I instantly felt the tell tale swelling of a testosterone filled college kid getting aroused. It doesn’t take much for these boys to get excited and it seemed like my presence and light touch was doing just the job. Although, I was surprised as this boy was packing!

I griped his girth through his pants and ran my hand up his clothed length. I looked up into his eyes and smiled “Hmm white boy is packing. Why did you come to me, which a dick this size, those college sluts must be all over you.” I cooed softly into his ear.

He flushed red and grinned awkwardly “I..I wanted to be with a black girl and.. I..I..”

“Say no more, I get that; white boy wanting black pussy, my husband is white and hung like a race horse!” I laughed..

“Y..you’re married?!” He gasped with surprise. I nodded softly as I started to slowly unzip his fly. “Uh hu but don’t you worry about that, It’s not like he’ll be upset, he’ll actually enjoy hearing about this encounter I’m sure.” I smirked and slid my hand into his pants, grabbing his rock solid white cock. I eased his pale snake from his pants and looked down at the member in my palm. “Jesus! Wasn’t expecting this from some rich college kid!” I exclaimed as I started stroking his cock, rolling his foreskin up and over his head and back down again. He gave me another nervous smile and it was then I knew I would have to take charge of this situation. He’d be more focused on his nerves if I let him drive the encounter.

I pulled his cock firmly and took him by the shoulder. I motioned for him to lay on the sidewalk and he did, perched up on his elbows he looked up at me and watched as I straddled him. His cock pointed perfectly vertical towards my tight black, rented pussy. His eyes wide as he looked up at me straddled above him. I let him drink in the view for a moment before lowered myself onto his lap.

My thighs were spread wide and his cock bounced lightly against my abdomen. I let him compare his cock length against my midrift, giving him a visual as to how deep he would be inside me. I flashed him a sultry smile and purred “Hm time to ride this white stallion!” I reached down and gently held his cock steady, pushing up I rose and positioned my pussy on the very tip of his crown. Again I gave him a moment to witness the sight of his dick tip, kissing my paid for folds before I started to slowly ease myself down onto him.

His eyes were locked on the scene before him. I let out a soft moan of delight as his crown started to part my lips and sink inside me. He watched my pierced lips stretch around his unprotected crown as it slowly vanished inside me. “Hmm I’m going to enjoy you!” I purred as I circled my hips slowly and ground my self down onto his length. I bounced lightly a few times, each time taking more of him inside me until I sat down perfectly on his lap. I felt his twitching dick deep in my belly, my muscles clamped around him.

He quickly glanced up at me and smiled. I returned the smile before I started to bounce on his pole. He soon locked his eyeline back on his pale cock sliding in and out of my dark, tight pussy. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of his vanishing dick. My lips sucked to his length, pushed in as I slid down and sucked out as I rose up. I was amused at the look on his face and playfully remarked “Fantastic view for 50 bucks right?” He looked up quickly and gave me a quick smile and a nod before relocking his eyes on my cock swallowing folds.

“Alright, let’s ride this stallion!” I growled. I lent further forward and planted one hand on my thigh, the other I reached out and grabbed a fistful of his well cut blond hair. I yanked his head forward and I started to pick up the pace.

I rode that college kid hard! Bounced hard and fast on his length, taking long, deep strokes on his shaft as I yanked on his hair. I moaned loudly and lewdly as his own grunts of pleasure started growing louder from his own lips. “Fuck yeh baby!” I moaned “That’s one nice dick you got, fuuuuu..” I threw my own head back as I fucked the new client, feeling his crown plunge deep inside me.

I ground my hips against him from time to time before returning to bouncing myself upon his eager cock. “Oh fuck.. oooh ..nnnngh!” He moaned, his voice quivering. I could feel his cock twitching inside me as I rode my fresh stallion. I was working on my own climax and was erotically encouraging him. However, I am a professional; whore, escort, cam girl, pornstar, breeder, fucking is what I do but as we all know, college kids are, well let’s say, a little less experienced and while I was enjoying this ride and working my way to my own climax, he was not lasting as long as I was going to.

His cock started to jump and twitch inside me and I knew this was a sign he was about to blast. My purpose here was to please the client. While I often did orgasm when I was working, it seemed this time I would only get so far. His pleasure was really all that mattered, if he was ever going to come back that is. So rather than slow down and try to get him to hold it in, I encouraged him further;

“Yeh cum for me, cum inside me baby, empty those swollen balls deep inside me!” I panted and purred in his ear as I yanked his head up closer by his hair.

He was now supporting himself with his palms flat on the pavement as I pulled him up, I was taking quick strokes on his cock and he started to grimace; “I’m. I’m gonna..!”

“I know, cum inside me, fill me up!” I purred. “Let your jizz flow inside this cheap whore!”

He pushed up further and just as his cock exploded inside me, I slammed my ass down on his lap. He let out a loud ground of pleasure as he watched my pussy swallow every last inch of his white cock the very second he came!

“Arrrghhhh !” he grunted as he watched his own cock throb and twitch inside my tight pierced pussy. His balls were tight and pumped his thick, sticky, virile spunk deep inside me and I lent forward with a soft, satisfied sigh “Hmm so much cum.” I purred seductively.

My new client shudder and shook as he shot every last drop of cum into my unprotected uterus. It sloshed and churned around inside me, my first cream pie of the evening and it was copious! I held him steadily by the hair as he continued to twitch and shudder. I sat relaxed on his lap, letting him squeeze of the last few drops into me.

Eventually he finished and started to slowly recover his breathing. I continued to remain relaxed on his lap, his cock still lightly twitching inside me, cum slowly dribbling out of me between the seal of cock and cunt. He slowly returned his gaze to look up at me and I smiled warmly back at him.

“How was that baby?” I whispered softly.

“A..A..Amazing!” This time his stutter wasn’t due to nervousness but rather breathlessness.

“Good!” I smiled back, reassuringly “Looks like you popped your whore cherry huh?”

I let go of his hair and leant back. I planted my palms against his thighs and shook out my long black hair as I sighed with delight. I kept his softening cock inside me a little longer, I was rather enjoying feeling him twitch inside my cum splattered cunt.

“C..Can I..I see you again?” He said, eventually, after catching his breath.

I looked down at him as I leant back against his thighs and smiled “If you want to.” I smiled and pushed myself to sit upright. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a couple of business cards.

“You might find me on the street, like you did today but that is hit and miss.” I started to explain to him as he hung on my every word. “Or you can call or message me on this number..” I said, handing him my card, “I will charge extra for appointments and home visits but you know I don’t like to charge too much right?” I said with a playful wink. “Also a bit more for parties and groups, so If your college buddies want some entertainment for their next frat party, just drop me a call.” I smirked as I handed him the card.

“I sure will!” He said with a grin as he gently took the card from me “and I am totally going to tell them about you, they really have been fucking the wrong whores!” He laughed as he toyed with the card in his fingers.

“Yeh you better!” I smirked. I then held out my second card “Now this card is for my husband’s new brothel and gentleman’s club..” He looked up at me with surprise and paused as he reached for the second card. “..It’s opening soon and I will be working there, if you and your pals fancy fucking me in the club, or any other girl there of course.” I laughed

He took the card and again smiled up at me. He looked down at both cards, he admired the image of me on my card for a moment before tucking them into his back pocket.

I slowly eased off his cock and stepped over him to give him a little space to tuck himself away. With a light drizzle of cum trickling down my chocolate inner thighs, he stood up and we walked to the entrance of the alley.

“You good to get back?” I asked him as I went back to leaning against my lamppost and he pulled a phone from his pocket. “Yeh, I’ll just call an Uber, no problem.”

I leant against the post, watching the street and we spoke for a bit longer. He asked about being married and a whore, I explained my husband was more than happy for me to sell myself and encouraged my fetish. He spoke about the stuck up girls at his college who seemed to be only interested in him because he came from a rich family and I reassured him he’ll find the right girl sooner or later.

We were still chatting when a huge black drug slinger strolled up to me “Yo! Dis cracker got ya?” he growled in his deep ghetto tone. I looked up at the thug with a smile and shook my head. “Aight! Got a nut sack of N***a jizz I needza empty! Still a fiddy hoe?” This time I gave him a nod. “Aight that I feel!” and he pulled out a stack of bills and peeled off a dirty 50 and tossed it at me. He gripped my shoulder and spun me to face the pole. Reaching to my hips he roughly pulled them up so I was now bent over, legs spread and holding the lamp post for support. He then turned his head to the college guy and scowled “Scram cracker, less yo wanna see da real N***a pound a whore!” He grinned, flashing full gold grille as he had, by now, reached into his baggy pants and freed a full 18 inch, pierced and tattooed black dick.

I turned my head slightly and gave the white guy a reassuring smile and wink before nodding softly and he started to walk up the street towards an Uber that had just rounded the corner. He looked back momentarily as the thug barked back at him “Yeh keep walkin’ cracker jack!” and began unceremoniously forcing that huge black cock up into me.

The Uber drove past me and my latest client with the white face of the college kid in the passenger window. I flashed him a quick smile as he would have seen the huge black thug with a huge fist full of my long black hair, the other hand around my throat slamming his muscular hips against my dark rounded ass.

Not going to lie, that huge black cock DID make me cum as he violently pumped me full of his seed but I was still thinking about my new friend, the shy college kid who just wanted some cheap black pussy. Can’t wait to meet his friends!

Joey & Wendy - Halloween, Treat or Treat!

 Joey - My sister and I got dressed up in some sexy Halloween costumes and went Trick or treating. However, we were not looking at collecting a bucket full of candy, we were after another tasty treat. 

Trouble is, we got more than we bargained for when we knocked on the door of a Minotaur's home. The treat we received lasted a little longer than one night of candy munching. 

Happy Halloween! 

Check out all the pics and full story here: Monsters, Beasts and Aliens 

Wendy - Creepy Clowns

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Wendy – The Splits

 

Wendy: Who doesn’t think a girl spreading her legs nice and wide isn’t the hottest invitation for some sexy fun ever?

I certainly do! I love to spread my milky, pale legs wide and invite any big black bull to stuff my pretty pink pussy nice and full!

Well, as a trained cheerleader, the splits is one of my signature moves. They really get the crowd going, especially if I ‘forget’ to wear anything under my tiny little skirt.

Recently, I was cheering at our local high school’s football game. When one of the substitute players noticed I wasn’t wearing my shorts under my skirt….. again! Mind you, never did anyway, I always love how the crowd cheered and the players got all excited while I flashed my little pierced pussy as I cheered. Anyway, the substitute player for our home team seemed to get quite worked up over me on the side lines as my little skirt fluttered over my rounded white ass cheeks and my cute little kitty peeked out from under the hem so he sauntered over to me at the side lines and decided he was going to work out his frustration at not being picked to start the game on me!

He wandered over with that wicked grin on his face, sneering from behind his helmet visor. His hand working his huge back cock out from his shorts as he drew close and I knew exactly what he wanted. Without hesitation or a word from the beefy player, I dropped to the ground, spread my legs nice and wide, raised my ass in the air and, as I flashed him a smile over my shoulder, bounced my ass up and down temptingly for him.

He drew close with cock in hand and crouched down. In front of the entire football field, he guided his fat black crown into my presented little pussy. See, the splits never fail to encourage a guy to have his way with me!

He drove that huge black dick into me nice and deep. The crowd roared but I wasn’t sure if it was for me and my new ‘bull’friend, the game that was continuing or for the other cheerleaders who were dancing and bouncing just feet away on the sidelines.

Pretty soon the player had me up against the bleachers, angled sideways with one leg over his shoulder. Everyone could see his huge black cock pumping in and out of my stretched out pale pussy. I didn’t care and neither did he, that I was being put to good use so openly. It was pretty common of me to have some fun of my own on the sidelines of any game I cheered at anyway.

The huge bulge in my belly was clear and visible as he pounded on me. My flat belly clearly showing the wide, fat outline of the players cock, buried deep inside me. I was having the time of my life. I loved cheering these local games!

The bull was working up to unloading his nuts inside of me and I could feel his thrusts get quicker and shorter as he made sure to push as deep as he could inside of me. My moans and squeals of delight rang out around the bleachers, sometimes louder than the crowd’s roars.

“Dane!” Shouted the coach “DANE you’re up!” Our team coach looked around for the substitute and finally noticed him by the bleachers, his cock balls deep inside me as we both rocked against each other.

“Fuck sake Dane! Put that Dick Sock down and get out there!” The coach hollered at him angrily.

I giggled at being called a ‘dick sock’ but Dane didn’t break his stride, he just gave the coach a sideways glance and  rise his finger “Just a minute Coach…..” He grunted “Be.. right…. Theeeeeeerrrrreee!”

He then drove in hard and unloaded both balls into my unprotected uterus. Thick ropes of football player sperm flooded my insides and I couldn’t help but shudder and twitch with orgasmic delight as he pumped me full.

“Fuck sake!” Grumbled the coach as he shook his head and turned away.

Dane pulled out of me quickly, once he had finished cumming inside me and thick streams of gloopy cum ran down my inner thighs. He quickly tucked his dick back into his shorts and, without so much as a goodbye or even a backwards glance, he ran out onto the field play. I smiled as I felt his sperm churning inside me. What stamina these guys have; they’ll fuck me dizzy and then, without so much a breather, run out and play football, damn I love big black football players!

The game continued and the cheerleaders done a fantastic routine at half time. I was high kicking my best, even with Danes’ jizz visibly dribbling down my inner thighs. I was close enough to the bleachers to hear the lewd and degrading comments from some of the fans “Damn! You see that slut Bro?  No panties, flashing us all her cum drenched cunt…”  “Yeh if I see her in the parking lot after the game, Imma add to that mess in her guts for real!”

However, eventually I did need to go clean myself up a little and so, when the second half started I skipped into the school to find the lady’s room. It was weird; I hadn’t long left high school but for some reason, being back in the corridors I spent so long in was so strange, they seemed   ..  smaller, somehow. I skipped through and giggled as I passed the lockers and noticed my old locker still with some graffiti on it ‘Wendy never says no to BBC!’ , ‘Wendy is the school slut!’ and ‘Queen of bareback dickings!’ Someone had tried to clean it off and some of the pictures of dicks and crude drawings of me naked were nearly fully washed off but I could still make out some of the graffiti. Good times!

I passed the principle’s office and a voice boomed out from the darkness “Wendy? That you?” I peeked my head around the door frame and saw the principle sat at his desk “Oh Hi Sir!” I giggled and stepped into the office with a wide smile. I skipped up to his desk and leant on the front edge, my large plump tits jiggling delightfully as I beamed at my old principal. I don’t remember him being quite THAT old and I hadn’t been gone that long either. Wow!

He grinned as his eyes watched my boobs bounce for a moment before he lifted his gaze and smiled “I’m so glad you accepted my invitation to continue to cheer for us even after you left. You have such a way to boost morale at game time.” He smirked, his eyes wandering over me as I ‘danced’ lightly, leaning on his desk.

He watched my hips wiggle back and forth with keen interest as I spoke “No, thankyou Sir! I’m so glad you asked me to stay on” He chuckled and nodded towards his open laptop. “I been watching your antics online, seems you still know how to keep the players and crowd… erm.. ‘entertained’.” He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and laughed “It hasn’t been that long Sir, you make it sound like it’s been 20 years since I have been here.”

“True, “ He replied, leaning back on his chair as he watched me, “but we have all missed you wandering around the corridors with your beaming smile and….” His eyes lingered on my tits for a moment. I giggled a little more before adding “Awww but c’mon Sir but surely there are more girls who are following in my footsteps.” I winked with a light lick of my lips. His smirk grew a little “Sure, but none with your unrestricted enthusiasm..”

He then sat up slightly in his chair and peered at me over the rims of his glasses “Speaking of which, why don’t you skip your hot little self around this side of the desk and remind me of that school….. spirit.” He grinned. His fingers unzipped his pants and as he said the word ‘spirit’ he rose his big black cock up from under the desk.

I bit my low lip and fluttered my lashes “I thought you’d never ask!” I giggled and bounced my way around to the other side of his desk. I squeezed myself between him and the desk and bent over slightly, he slapped his dick on my pale ass teasingly and chuckled from behind me. I then pulled myself up onto his lap and reached down to guide the principle’s dick into my eager little pussy. I wriggled my hips and giggled playfully as I slid my way down his long, thick shaft. I then jumped up onto his lap, legs spread wide in a splits formation and the last few inches of the principle’s dick slotted perfectly inside me. He let out a grunt as I landed on his lap with my legs spread over the arms of his office chair “Hmm good girl!” he purred “Still as tight as I remember and just as eager!”

I looked down and smiled, seeing the principle’s cock bulging out my belly once again. I looked over my shoulder at him and giggled softly “Feels like home!” I winked.

I then started to grind my hips against his and he started to thrust up into me. His breath was on the back of my neck and shoulders as the old man gripped my waist and we fucked in his office chair while watching the game.

I cheered and waved my pom poms as I watched the game and bounced on the principle’s dick “Go team!” I yelled as one player made a run with the ball. The principle moaned louder and louder from behind me as his familiar cock drilled nice and deep into my guts.

“um, Sir..” I asked between cheering and moaning “Who’s that guy in the top corner of the computer screen just, like, staring…?”

The principle looked around from behind me and laughed “Oh whoops!” I looked back at him a little confused, although didn’t stop grinding my hips on his lap for even a second “That.. erm, That’s the principle of the away team’s school. We are, were..um, watching the game together as we done our paperwork.” He laughed “Um, Jerry, this is Wendy, she is one of our popular cheerleaders, say Hi Wendy!”

I giggled and lent forward, flashing ‘Jerry’ a wide, bubble gum pink, beaming smile “Hi Jerry, Sir!” I said enthusiastically, waving a pom pom at him. The rather shocked looking man in the corner of the screen slowly raised a hand and waved back. “Good game isn’t it Jerry, Sir?” I giggled as I leant back against the principle’s chest. The man just nodded slowly before stuttering “Um. Y..yes, v..very close game indeed.”

The principle peered back around from behind me to address Jerry once more “Oh don’t mind Wendy here, she’s just full of.. erm.. ‘school spirit’ at the moment, let’s just get back to enjoying the game shall we?” He smirked at the computer screen.

“Good Idea!” I replied and started bouncing even harder on the principle’s dick as I went back to cheering on our team through the lap top monitor.

Soon, the principle started to moan and groan louder, he was about to cum but that didn’t worry me none, I was engrossed in cheering and watching the game on the monitor. Although, my mind was diverted slightly when I felt that big dick twitch and throb inside me and thick streams of old man cum hose inside me. I couldn’t help myself, I came hard on my ex-principle’s spurting cock as principle Jerry watched, dumbfounded, through the lap top camera.

Another nice, perfect load of cum sloshed around inside my fertile belly and I eased myself off of the principle’s lap. I leant forward, showing off my cleavage to the computer web cam and blew a kiss “Bye Mr Jerry Sir, was nice to meet you..” I said as I eased the last few inches of the principle’s cock out of me with a sloppy, and audible ‘plop!’

“Good Girl Wendy, now run along, the game is almost over and Jerry and I have much paper work to get through.” I gave the camera wink and a smile and skipped out of the office with yet more spooge dribbling down my thighs.

It was so good to catch up with my old principle. He always was so nice to me.

 

I cheered my slutty little heart out for the rest of the game but no amount of flashing my butt or my kitty or even giving our players a quick nipple glimpse got them over the line. It was a close game but the away team just clinched it.

The away team was ecstatic! They cheered and whooped loudly, meanwhile our team was a little down beat, which is to be expected. Our team shook hands with the away team and our cheerleaders congratulated the away cheer squad. Our school was very keen on teaching us ‘good sportsmanship’ we were never sore losers.

With that in mind, I made my way to the away team’s coach’s office. I was a little deflated but I wanted to congratulate him on a good game. I knocked lightly on the away coach’s door and after a moment or two, the door swung open.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped! I slowly rose my head up and had to crane my neck as stood before me was a literal mountain of a bull! He was huge! Muscles glistening in the dim office light.

“Can I help you Barbie Doll?” Came the gruff, rough voice of the away coach.

“I.. I came to… um.. I came… came.. to…” I stuttered as my eyes wandered over this huge figure in front of me.

He laughed as he listened to me stutter “Yeh! I think I saw you.. cum!” he smirked “You that Bimbo who was fucking on the side line huh?”

I smiled brightly and proudly up at him and nodded “Hmhmm..” I murmured as I started to remember why I was there. “I came to congratulate you and your team on a good game.” I cooed softly.

He smiled and tilted his head “Hmm well thankyou, that’s very good sportsman ship…” He reached out with his huge black paw of a hand and firmly gripped my shoulder and he guided me into the office “Why don’t you congratulate me properly?” He smirked down at me.

My eyes sparkled and I smiled brightly as I skipped into the office. I looked down as I was guided into the office and I noticed a huge swinging bulge in the coach’s shorts. HOLY SHIT!!! He was not just huge, he was massive! “YES Sir!” I replied enthusiastically as he slammed the door behind me.

He led me over to a wooden bench in the corner of the office and started to pull himself out of his shorts, “Why don’t you show me those splits of yours”

Well, I was more than happy to show off my skills to the away coach and I watched that monster cock rise to full hardness before I eased myself up onto the wooden bench and spread my legs lewdly wide. “Thatta girl, you are so talented, I can see why they have you on their cheer squad!” He smirked and leant a palm against the wall. I beamed back proudly over my shoulder “Thankyou Sir… Oh My!” I gasped as the coach started to push his wide crown into my tiny little pussy.

He grinned a toothy grin down at me as he fed more and more of that huge cock into me from behind. I squealed loudly in delight as he fucked me with, at least, 20 inches of thick black cock!

It was turning out to be one amazing day of football that is for sure!

 

The coach really tested me to my limits but, wow, what a ride that was! I was a little giddy once he pulled out of me, after leaving another load of cum inside me. By the time he had finished fucking me, my skirt and top had been roughly pulled from me. I turned around and found my feet, I leant against the wooden bench as he pulled his shorts back on. He admired my perfect little bimbo body as I caught my breath, watching that monster of a man get dressed again.

“Hmm you really are the perfect little Bimbo Cock sleeve aint ya?! I giggled and purred proudly “Hmm thank you mister!” He ordered me to pick up my pom poms and then he put his arm around my shoulder. He guided me over to the door of his office that lead into the locker room. He didn’t let me pick up my clothes and I looked up at him with a wide smile as he lead me on.

“You know, I’m not that responsible for our team’s win today.” He said quietly “It really was a team effort, so, really, you should be congratulating them too, you know, for the sake of good sportsman ship.” He smirked.

However, before I could say anything, he swung open the door and I turned my head quickly to see inside the away team’s locker room. He guided me over the threshold and I saw the entire away team, mid celebration, some naked, some with towels around themselves as they were taking showers and again my jaw dropped and eyes widened. So many big black dicks, just swinging around….

“Boys!” Barked the coach and everyone turned to see him at the office door with me, naked, beside him. I also looked up at him, “One of the home team’s Cheerleaders wants to congratulate us on our win today…” All eyes were on me and openly wandering over my naked and presented body, “So make sure you thank this little bimbo for her good sportsmanship. “ With that he firmly shoved me forward and I stumbled fully into the locker room. I quickly looked behind me and the coach grinned wickedly and turned back into his office and slammed his door.

I was quickly surrounded by the entire away team and their huge hardening black dicks. “Hello Boys! Great game today wasn’t it.” I purred with a beaming smile.

 

I drained every pair of big black balls in that entire football team! So much cum churned around inside my belly and, by the end of our celebration, I was so cock dizzy, I couldn’t remember the way out of the away team’s locker room.

I found my clothes and waved them off as their bus left. Pretty sure they won’t forget that game in a while.

As you can see, I am pretty skilled when it comes to performing the splits. It really is one of my favourite moves and positions, so lewd and openly inviting. However, I am not the only one in my family that has mastered the splits.

My older sister, Joey, is also quite the master. She tells me there is no better way to openly present yourself to a stranger with a big dick!

Here are a few snaps I took of her from our latest visit to Mandingo Beach. There was a bit of a beach party going on and it didn’t take her long to get noticed on the dance floor and have a huge bull squeeze a dick up her ass! I just had to snap a picture of that one.

 

She is right! There is no better way to tempt in a well hung bull than with the splits! She wasn’t bouncing on that huge dick for long, legs spread lewdly wide, before a second, well hung bull approached, dick in hand, looking to squeeze a second into her.

As you can see, my sister is more than happy to be DP’d by two monster black dicks, even gesturing the second bull to stuff himself into her eager little slit. I would have continued to take pictures of my sister enjoying being double stuffed but, no sooner had I taken that picture, a couple of bulls wanted to do the same to me!

Needless to say, neither of us got much of a chance after that to take many more pictures!

I hope you enjoyed my demonstration of the splits. Fingers crossed to you get to see me do it in person but if you do, you now know what it means! *winks*