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« on: March 03, 2015, 09:50:46 PM »
The Slappable Schlongerdonger of Japan
By Butch Powerclutch
Gaudy homoloveual, Amake Mecum, is mortified after she gets carried away and admits to her prostitute, Anass Rhammar, that she longs to experiment with BDSM. Whatever must he think of her now?
An brown town prostitute from Japan, Anass is manchild with pubic, young consenting adult barf green hair and a neckbeard-tier figure. Amake finds herself unable to stop picturing Anass's rock solid abs and slappable schlongerdonger, fantasising nightly about submitting to his deepest desires.
One evening, Amake spots Anass flirting with the idiotic Bitch, Bitchicus Maximus. Damn that Bitchicus with her fatass body and bowling ball boobs. Amake tortures herself with thoughts of Anass working his man-sword into Bitchicus's chocolate starfish. Amake's desperate ambition to become Anass's love slave begins to feel like nothing more than a dumb fantasy. Perhaps she should focus her lust on her dumb gym teacher, Jock Strappe ...
However, when Amake gets home that night, Anass sneaks up on her from the shadows and fervently caresses her jawdropping boobs with his hungry hands, before dragging her into the bedroom where he pounds her with his sausage. She delights as her dirtiest dreams begin to come true. Anass takes her on a journey of fisting, figging, rimming and passionate brown town probing.
One night, after a thorough humiliation, Amake fights back, testing how far she can push her master. Defiantly, she tries to tickle him. Furious, Anass takes Amake to a dungeon where he puts horsey ears on her head and then zaps her bajingo with an electrically-charged metal wand.
As Amake lies in bed afterwards, enjoying the richard Anass has prepared for her, and reminiscing over the evening, she feels that they are finally connecting on the most primal level. (Also, she is less hungry.)
However, as Anass's desires get darker still, he reveals that he has a very special task in mind for Amake, involving a rubber bitch fist, which he whips out with a look of pure glee. Amake studies its alarming breadth with trepidation - is this really necessary when he has so many arms of his own? She looks into Anass's intense, period red eyes and shudders.
Will Amake be able to fully submit to Anass, or is the slappable-schlongerdongered prostitute going to go too far?