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| The leather seats were cold on the backs of her thighs as she sat down in the car. The door slammed behind her and she slouched into the seat. She looked up as the driver arranged himself in the front seat. She met his eyes in the mirror and watched as his focus shifted to her body. She reread the note she'd earlier pulled from her dorm room door. "Take off your clothes. I've picked out a costume for the occasion." Under her breath, she cursed her stepfather for ruining her family and his brother for his lechery. Her uncle paid her a healthy stipend as long as she endured a monthly dinner at his direction. She cursed herself, thinking of the skipped classes in high school, the tests she never studied for, and the resulting scholarships she missed. She was loath to take out loans but even more unwilling to work some menial job. She survived the first; tonight would be no problem. This was easy money, she thought as she began to open the box containing her costume. The driver pulled out, eyeing her legs as she curled them on the seat. He admired the line of her body as it ran from her hip past her belly to her breasts and neck. His instructions were clear; she was to be picked up and delivered naked. -- The driver took her hand and pulled her out of the car. She staggered from the force of his hand, from the heels, from the terror of walking into the room. "Stand up straight," he said as he offered his arm. "You're stunning. Be bold!" "Shut...up," she hissed. As she walked up to the club, she could see herself in the glass. She stood in contrast to the driver. Her arm curled through his. The fluff of her wristlets brushed against the bottom of his lapel. Her soft, pale skin against the sharp lines of his suit. She saw the silhouette of her costume as she caught her shadow in the fading sunlight. The ears were unmistakable. He had given her heels, furry anklets and wristlets, and – to top it off – a pair of velvet ears for the top of her head. Nothing more. She felt ridiculous. She would rather be completely naked, she thought. The door opened in front of her. A tuxedoed concierge fixed his eyes on her and led her aside. "Your uncle left something for you," he said, reaching under the concierge stand. "STEP uncle," she muttered under her breath. He handed her a box wrapped in white paper. The note on it read: "The final piece to your costume." She unwrapped the box; her wristlets getting in the way. The concierge took the moment to admire her breasts, her nipples standing erect, as they moved with her arms, and her legs as they led from her ass down to the fluffy pink anklets. She pulled apart the box and looked in. She gasped and the box fell. Almost expecting it, the concierge snapped it from midair and handed it back. Inside was a large ball of white fur, almost a foot in diameter. Attached to it was a gleaming, silver shape. The shaft, a little thicker than a pencil and about half as long, led to a pear-shaped bulb the size of her fist. She had seen an anal plug before, but this was almost unimaginable. She could see her distorted reflection in the stainless steel and feel its heft. The attached tail was thick and soft. "Alright now, let's see how it looks on, shall we?" asked the concierge, a lilt in his voice. Stunned, she turned to the driver. The driver held an envelope in his hand. "This will cover you for the rest of the semester. No more dinners until after the term ends." She looked at him silently. "The next time he'll request your presence is on Valentines. Of course, if you don't agree, you can always leave and I'll return the money." She was already naked, far away from her clothes and anyone she really knew, dressed in a ridiculous costume of heels, matching wristlets and anklets and bunny ears. Why not go on? But she'd never had anything in her ass before. She couldn't do it. No! "I think you'll find more than enough to cover you through winter." Four months. Still, no! It was embarrassing enough to be naked and dolled up. Now this? Still...school paid and no work for almost four months. "Make a decision." "Okay," she whispered. "Shall we?" said the concierge. "You do it," she said quietly to the driver. "Fine." He pointed to a finely-upholstered chair sitting near the entrance to the room. "Go grab the armrests of that chair." He watched her turn and walk dejectedly across the room. "Stand up straight," he said. "Have some dignity." She turned and scowled at him. "That's better." She crossed the room and bent over, putting one hand on each armrest. The embroidered fabric was rough and she hated the design as she looked closely at the back of the chair. The driver took the tail from the concierge and snapped his fingers, pointing under the stand. The concierge pouted but obliged with a small bottle of lubricant. He walked slowly toward her, putting the lube on the tip of the bulb and letting it inch slowly down the sides. "Spread your legs," he almost barked. She put her feet wider than her shoulders and arched her back, lifting her ass and pussy into full view. She could feel the cool air as it moved through the insides of her legs and across her pussy. The wait seemed forever. He stood, a few feet from her, admiring her ass, her legs almost on tip toe, her smooth pussy. He moved behind her and put a few more dollops of gel on the top and tossed the bottle to the concierge. It hit the distracted concierge in the chest, making a clear mark below his tie as he bumbled about and muttered curses at the driver. She felt his hand on her ass as he pushed one cheek open. His hand was warm, and she could feel the air across her asshole now. She clinched in anticipation. "Relax," he said. "It will be much smoother." He saw her asshole tense then relax. Like the rest of her body, it was petite. Dark pink. A little darker than her pussy– about the same color as her vagina spread open below it. "That's better." She felt a sting of cold against and jumped a bit. "Calm down." He put his hand toward the middle of her ass, holding her cheek open with his thumb. She felt a sting of cold again, and bit her lip as she felt it open her up. She had felt nothing like it before. It was excruciating. He paused with it only a third of the way in. She gasped as he pushed it in further, without warning. It made her eyes water. The icy feeling of steel against her asshole made her shiver and clinch. "Don't fight it." He could see her little asshole fighting it, the widest part still to come. Her hips squirming, he held it in place until she relaxed. She grasped the chair and yelped as the widest part split her open. She grabbed the arms and bit the back of the chair. He watched as her asshole closed around the thin shaft, the thick bulb now deep inside her. He released her cheek and the ball of fur fit perfectly against her ass. She wiped her eyes and stood up and turned. He stood back and walked around her. The tail was snug and low on her ass, but its size made it impossible to miss. The anklets and tail served to highlight her petite but strong legs. The heels made her legs look long. The wristlets highlighted her bare arms and torso – her breasts as she caught her breath, her tight belly and her perfect hips and pussy. The bunny ears were silly, but cute. They made her look self-indulgent. Her large tail looked innocuous until the location and lack of anything holding it in place betrayed its true function. She looked simultaneously innocent and obscene. -- She stood in the entrance to the room, and she could see every eye looking at every part of her body. She stood on a landing, heels strapped to her feet with fluffy anklets tied around her ankles. Had they looked closely, the room full of men would've seen her bare legs shaking ever so slightly – but few were focusing on her legs. Atop her blonde head was a pair of velvet bunny ears that matched her wristlets and anklets. Her hair fell down onto her bare shoulders and barely onto her chest. Her breasts stood out from her chest, small, but perfectly shaped, and heaved as she breathed nervously. Her nipples stood up from little, pink areolas slightly darker than her skin. The lines of her belly led to a pair of hips that framed a tiny tuft of white-blonde pubic hair atop a bare slit and soft, pink lips. The men sat at round tables, three or four on one side of the room, the same on the other. Five or six men at each table. She saw her uncle in the back. Her nakedness stood in contrast to the sober blue and black suits in the room as she stepped past each table. She walked carefully, tentatively, almost on tip-toes even in her heels, feeling with every step the smooth metal inside of her. Her small build gave her a petite, perky ass that normally caught attention on its own. Now, both cheeks held a tuft of fuzz between them the size of a small melon. As she walked past them she could feel the tail brush one side of her ass, then the next. She could feel the metal shaft as it rubbed between her cheeks and as her muscles closed around it. Her asshole was particularly sensitive to the cool shaft as it pushed her open. With each step she could feel the metal bulb shift and roll. It felt full inside her and pushed against the walls of her pussy. Every step was excruciating. Her ass tingled and screamed with exotic sensations; her pussy was quickly growing wet. She wanted to cry and grab her pussy – no her ass, no she couldn't decide; either one, or both; just something, anything – all at the same time. It made her dizzy. She heard amused chuckles as she passed and the partygoers caught site of her tail; then slight gasps, a few tiny moans off surprised approval and whispered explanations as they realized fully its function. She approached his table at the back of the room "You make a lovely bunny, my dear," her uncle said with a sardonic smile. "Turn around for me" She said nothing – just looked blankly at him, fighting her knees and their urge to buckle. He took her in as she stood there in front of him, bunny ears, shoulders, breasts, wristlets, belly, pussy and anklets in full view. As she turned, he saw the fluffy, white tail. "Maybe the tail was a touch too big," her uncle said to the man sitting across the table. "What do you think?" "It's a fine size, I'd say. Perfectly suited so for such a lovely bum." The words mortified her and she snapped back around. "A fine, tight belly, and her pussy is also quite lovely, smooth and supple – I wouldn't mind tasting it," the man continued. She had no hiding place, and her conversation made that even more apparent. Facing them, they dissected her from her knees to shoulders with their darting eyes, turn away and they focus quietly on the tail impaling her. "Enough. Sit with us." -- The chair was rough against her legs, but the tail padded her ass. The chair also took the weight off the metal plug inside her and let her rest. She could feel her muscles contracting around it sometimes pulling it in or pushing it out. As they dined, the men discussed college with her, her future and her past: It was a pity her step-father had been so wasteful. Also a pity she hadn't worked harder in school. She hated them and they knew it. They had money and she wanted it. They knew this too. Waiters clamored to refill her glass – often looking down past her breasts to her pussy and more than a few times brushing against her. As they finished dinner, her uncle announced, "It is Halloween, and, after all, what is Halloween without a bit of trick-or-treating? What do you say?" The table buzzed. Her spirits fell. "You'll find the other four men at this table are very interested in your well being, as I am, my dear. Therefore, they've all decided to contribute to your education. Each one of them has a donation – cash I believe, right? – to give you. To get it, all you have to do is ask. Like a child on Halloween, 'trick-or-treat.'" She glared at him. "The choice is yours, of course." She barked to the man seated next to her – the one who had conveniently dropped his napkin three times – "trick-or-treat." He handed her a dollar bill. She looked stunned and disappointed. "Dear," he said as he dropped his napkin again, "the nicer you are, the more you'll get." She mockingly smiled and said again, "trick-or-treat." "Move along little girl," he said, ducking to pick up his napkin and get a better look at her belly and pussy. She looked across the table and smiled, "tric—" "No dear," the man said. "You'll have to come over to me." In a huff, she pushed her chair back. As she stood up, she could feel the weight of the metal plug in her ass. Her legs nearly buckled and she grabbed the table to steady herself. She backed away from the table and turned to walk to the other side. As she took her first step, she felt the bulb shift inside her and the muscles of her asshole tighten around the shaft. Each step and each shift was exasperating as she made her way around the table. She bent down and leaned into the man's ear, "trick-or-treat." All the other men were watching her intently. She was bent at the waist, and her hair was falling across her shoulders, her breasts dangling free. Bent over so, her ass was high in the air, the tail sticking straight out. The man handed her a ten dollar bill. Again, she looked shocked and confused. "You were nicer – but, dear, you'll really have to do more," he said. The other tables became hushed and all attention was on her body as she stood straight and looked across the table. In her right hand, she clutched the two bills and he peered from man to man at her table. Her chest heaved a little, making her breasts dance slightly. Two men remained. One next to her uncle and one across the table. She walked slowly past her to the first man. He was in his fifties and slightly overweight, but carried the confidence that comes with wealth. She grabbed the back of his chair and pulled – a signal he caught and backed his chair out. She reached down and grabbed his crotch with her right hand. "Shut up," she whispered said and put her finger over his mouth as he started to say something. She grabbed his belt and undid it with one hand – the other still on his mouth. She then tore open his pants, ripping the button from the pants and pulling the seam on the zipper. She reached in and pulled his hardening cock out of his boxers. She knelt down in front of him and took it in her mouth. She sucked on it gently as it grew harder and harder in her mouth. It filled out her mouth to the back of her tongue, then got longer and harder and began pushing against the back of her mouth and down her throat. She began to run her tongue up and down, back and forth on his cock, still deep in her throat. Her swallowing motion made it jerk and throb. She could feel him squirm. She slowly raised her head, keeping her lips wrapped tightly around his cock, feeling his head as it ran up her tongue. Then, she opened her mouth to catch her breath, tilted her head back and grabbed his cock with her tongue. It wrapped slightly to the sides and went almost to the base. She could feel the veins with the sides of her tongue and the ridge as it ran down the middle of her tongue. He looked down and saw her bunny ears slightly askew and her hair falling into his lap. He pushed it aside and saw her cute face, her lips and mouth taking the shape of his cock, the head of his cock outlined in her cheek. She looked up at him with a slight glare and he shoved his cock deep down her throat. The other men saw her face buried in his lap – her naked body against the dark wool suit. She was on her knees with her back arched, her ass in the air. Her legs were slightly spread and her uncle admired her pussy, wet and dripping, peeking out from under the tail. Her body squirmed and the tail wiggled in her ass. She gagged and pulled back slowly. As she got to the head, she closed her mouth on it, sucked hard, and ran her tongue tightly across the "v" where it meets the shaft. Almost immediately, she felt him convulse and then felt the come as it throbbed out of his cock and filled her mouth. She swallowed as he kept coming, pulling back to catch a breath. She felt the salty taste on her lips and felt it warm as it splashed onto her cheek and shoulder. With a string of come dripping from her chin, stood up, bent over at the waist and leaned into his ear. Without saying anything, she reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and felt the leather of his wallet. She pulled it out and, without standing up, emptied the contents with her other hand. He didn't protest. "Trick-or-treat," she said softly as come dripped from her mouth and onto his black lapel. She stood up and walked to the next man, the man who had admired her pussy. He pushed away from the table in anticipation, turning his chair and back to the table. He looked as her as she stood in front of him. The pink lips below the little tuft of white-blonde pubic hair were glistening. She shoved his head back onto the table, then straddled him and grabbed the table on either side of his head. She pushed down on the table, sending plates and glasses sliding toward her, and rested her pussy on his face. He stuck his tongue between the soft, smooth lips and ran his tongue across her swollen clit. Her fine pubic hair tickled his nose and upper lip. The men at the other tables watched. Her legs spread wide straddling a middle-aged, tuxedoed man. They watched as her ass, flexed tight, squirmed and her tail bounced as she ground her pussy into his face. Her uncle watched her from the other side of the table, her head thrown back, arms stiff against the table, breasts moving with her body. Her ears were askew and she had a string of come running from her hair to her shoulder, another off her chin and another running down her neck. Her lipstick was smeared slightly around the edges of her mouth. He watched her as she opened her mouth and began to cry out. She felt her pussy as it wrapped around his mouth, his lips enveloped by hers, his tongue against her clit and the metal plug filling her ass, pushing against her pussy. With each thrust, she could feel it move, and she could feel her ass losing its grip as it weighed heavily against her. She could feel it working its way out, the pain almost exquisite as the pleasure from the mouth below her gasping and sucking on her pussy. She could feel the tingling growing in her pussy; she felt the pressure on her asshole. She couldn't hold the plug in. She ground harder – the man gasped and sucked. The tingling grew. Her tender clit began to scream and she felt her orgasm grow from deep inside her. She tried to keep control against the weight and pain of the plug, The two feelings collided. She screamed as she lost control of the plug. She felt her body push it out. She felt her pussy explode. The plug squeezed out of her body, and she came hard into the man's mouth. Her uncle watched as she arched into the man. Her flushed body tensed, then relaxed and tensed again. Tears ran down her cheeks and met the come from her mouth as she cried out in pleasure and pain. Her breasts heaved and bounced and he could see the muscles of her arms as she held herself. Her belly and hips framed the man's head and he could see her come running down his cheek and onto the table. She collapsed onto the man's lap, ruining his shirt and trousers with her come as she continued to convulse from her orgasm. He lifted his head and wiped his chin.. He felt the wetness down his front as she lay against him, her body slowly coming to rest. |
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