B_Julez
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"Are you somebody who can go there? Cause I don't wanna have to show ya.
If that ain't you, then let me know. 'Cause training season's over..."
Julez Alexander 
A Wholesome Slice of Smutty Pie
ใ I. The Personal Deets ใ
..........Name : Brandi-Julianna "Julez" Alexander
..........Age : 21
..........Gender: Female
..........Sexuality : Bisexual, polyamorous
..........Occupation : Personal trainer, stripper, and caterer
..........Location : Los Angeles, CA
..........Setting : Contemporary / realistic
The Personal Need-To-Knows : Following a life-changing event, Julez decides to focus on strengthening her bonds with those closest to her and with those in her community. No longer content with her own constant validation-seeking and enduring the abusive encounters that occurred as a result, she now lives every day to the fullest by bettering herself and those around her the best that she can! Hmm, but that's kind of vague, right? Let's go back to the beginning, then. Julez grew up in foster care her whole life, switching homes every few years and never having a sense of stability. She ran away at sixteen and spent two terrifying years living in shelters, on the street, or with dangerous, untrustworthy men. She escaped that life at eighteen, got healthy, and poured everything she had into a career as an exotic dancer. Between her good looks, amazing body, and her sexually charged personality, she became a star in no time. But, inside, she was still that little girl with no family and who felt constantly unwanted and unloved. With so much attention (and money) being thrown at her, Julez cozied up to and put out for nearly any man that so much as gave her a compliment. This... was a problem. Constantly being used for the pleasure of others, while incredibly fun for the insatiable sex puppy, just led never having any true or deep connections with anyone. Now, after coming out on the other side of scary moment in her life, Julez is ready to focus on making real friends, help those around her realize their dreams, and be at peace with who she is and what she wants out of life. To this end, while she still strips part-time, Julez has begun taking on clients as a personal trainer and as a nutritionist, turning her love of food and fitness into a way to help other people.
ใ II. The Lovely Body ใ
..........Height : 5'2" (5'8" in heels)
..........Weight : 105 lbs
..........Skin : Light tan
..........Hair : Platinum blonde
..........Eyes : Deep blue
..........Type : Slender, toned
What The Lovely Body Desires : I guess that means I'm done writing smut, huh? ...NO. Julez is a highly sexual being, through and through, and that will never, ever change. If anything, being in a more positive state of mind has increased her libido. The main difference is now she only wants to engage in sexual activities with people she truly cares about, and who care, and respect, her. To be as clear as I can: Julez loves sex. Rough sex. Group sex. Every orifice. Pretty much nothing is off the table. The only thing that's changed is that the dark or seedy scenes with strangers are no more. The line between friends and lovers is a very thin one for her, and she wants to shower those in her life with as much affection as she can, sexual or otherwise. I am still very interested in writing intensely pornographic smut with my partners (sorry disappoint anyone who thought I was turning over a new leaf), but now I just require it to be part of a larger story where Julez is an actively important and positive part of that person's life as well. Luckily, Julez has recently accepted her own bisexuality and polyamory, so the amount of friends and lovers for her to enjoy are limitless. Also, for this reason, no one owns Julez. Ever. Though she is naturally submissive, she's not in search of any single "dom" to control her, and anyone who tries to exert that kind of power over her is likely to get kicked out of her life for good.
ใ III. The Charming Traits ใ
..........Demeanor: Sweet, approachable
..........Instinct : Helpful, giving
..........Motivation : Family and friends
..........Ambition : Self-employment
..........Hobbies : Cooking, baking, dancing, entertaining, working out
..........Dynamic : Submissive, flirty, aggressive
..........Repulsions : Rudeness, meanness.
..........Abstinence : Drugs, alcohol
The Scenes In Which To Charm : Julez is the only main character that I play, and all of my scenes take place in the same "shared story." In other words, something we do in one scene together can and should absolutely inform what Julez does in a different scene with someone else. I also prioritize playing scenes with a defined end point. That doesn't mean that we can't start a new scene right after, but having (relatively) short scenes with a shared goal to reach together helps to keep the focus on the ongoing narrative in Julez's life between different scenes. What kind of scenes do I want to play? Julez wants to help people, so any scene where she can do something to help someone out, further a cause or charity, participate in some kind of community event, help a friend launch their small business, or even something as simple as help a friend pick out clothes at the store, are all the kinds of scenes I'm looking for. Julez needs help herself in a lot of ways. For example, she needs to learn how to drive, she needs to earn her GED, and she'll probably need help moving into a new place soon. I'm open to playing one-on-one scenes, but I also really adore group scenes. After all, nothing creates a sense of community or family like scene with multiple players, and given that Julez adores hosting and entertaining, there's plenty of opportunity for that. Oh, and if you want to know Julez's biggest fantasy? Sex with multiple partners at once. The more the merrier!
Thanks for reading, and don't be afraid to reach out.
I promise that I don't bite! (...unless you ask).
...you're still here? Fine. I'll show you some "writing samples"...
There had always been an air of subtle elegance to Julez whenever Miles had seen her at the club. She was feisty, yes, and definitely playful, but ever-present was that perfect posture and unwavering confidence when she walked the floor in search of her next prey. Even when she was writhing around on his lap, Miles knew that regardless of how submissive the position or deliberately pornographic the movements may have been, Julez was always the one in control of their situation. Topping from the bottom, some would say; a wolf in sex-doll clothing. But she'd always been putting on an act, one designed to excise as many dollars from as many wallets as possible on a given night. Behind the act was the actress, though, and he'd never seen the true Julez, absent of careful calculations, until now. Before him on the bathroom counter, making a shameless, and decidedly inelegant bitch-in-heat of herself, was the Julez that wasn't looking for money, that wasn't looking to widen her eyes and pout, and call men more than two or three times her age "daddy." This was the Julez that had spit in his mouth, broken the skin of his lip, gazed into his eyes with an almost unhinged desire to copulate, and told him, "Miles, I fucking want it. Now." This was dirty, downright filthy, Julez, the one that Miles may have suspected had few, if any limits, as long as their depravity ended in an explosion of bodily fluids for the both of them.
Once, Julez had told him that she'd been approached by a customer, who claimed to be some big-time producer in the adult entertainment industry, to sign multi-film porn deal based solely on her looks and lap dance performance. "Babe, you'd take over the industry. You're that fucking good!" She'd been told. Of course, she hadn't taken the offer, but given her conduct tonight, Miles could tell that his little porn bunny had a very real chance of being crowned the queen of hardcore, if she ever decided to reconsider. Hm, yes... his little porn bunny. That had a nice ring to it. Perhaps something to revisit later...
"Ugh! Fucking jerk!" She laughed and looked away after that unexpected shot of spit hit her right in the eyes and mixed with the aqueous humor of those baby blues. She laughed. Miles had to assume that most women would be quite unhappy with him right about now, cursing him out, possibly slapping him, and definitely ending their little fuck session. Technically, she had cursed him out, but she hadn't slapped him. Well not yet anyway. After he'd followed up with another spit directly down her throat, which she swallowed happily, one of her hands reeled back and slapped across the right side of his face, just nearly missing his ear and sparing him a painful ringing of the ears. Okay, so, she had cursed him out and slapped him, but... Julez was definitely not stopping. His mind replayed her laugh again. She was having fun. She was playing. She'd chosen now, after months of teasing and close-calls, to make him her playmate, and what a deliciously sick and horny game they were playing. "How exactly are am I supposed to conceal this, bro?" She smirked and whispered, spit and make-up running down her face. She didn't yet know that his plan was to ruin her face even more fully this evening. Her own stomach acids would be drooling down into those pretty eyes soon enough.
Though their next destination had been decided upon, Miles clearly had other plans. The beyond-horny teenager grinned wickedly as he made clear that they weren't moving until he'd gotten her to cum. Julez would normally roll her eyes at such a comment. Men who insisted on such things almost never had the relevant skill or knowledge for how to make a woman orgasm in the first place, let alone quickly. But she believed Miles could get her there, and as he maneuvered that lean, flexible body to face him, she brought her wet face in towards him and whispered. "I know. That's why I chose you. Cock." Not Miles, not some cute term of endearment. He was cock. She returned that frothy kiss passionately, proving her flexibility even further as she raised both legs and placed the backs of her knees over his shoulders, her arms wrapped around his neck and keeping his face held against hers as they kissed. Well, "kissed" was the only word that even remotely described what their mouths were doing. There was far too much growling and biting to align with the normally romantic implications of the word.
The slender, but quite stacked, blonde was nearing orgasm as a result of that intense fucking, but Miles raised the stakes when ended their kiss and replaced his tongue with a set of probing fingers. Baby blues did widen then, her full lips beaming around those invading digits as he rubbed her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and the backs of her teeth. Those uncommon and tingly sensations sent a shiver down her spine that funneled even more self-lubricant to the utter slip-n-slide of her tight, pounding pussy below. She tasted her own pussy juice on his fingers, Miles having made sure to collect some upon them before shoving them into her mouth. But, he didn't finger fuck her throat. No, he left that up to her. The twinkle in her eyes grew even more devious as she whispered, her words distorted by his fingers. "Mm, you sure you want to see this? Ughn! You want to see... ughn!... how low I'm willing to go?" She knew he did. He wouldn't have instigated this if he didn't.
Thus, without moving her eyes off of his, Julez pushed her head forward and drove those fingers down her throat, resulting in the oh-so delicious sight of her shoulders hunching and the sound of the kinky little stripper gagging. Eyes immediately watered up, but she grinned, and began to bob her head back and forth, throat fucking his fingers in what now became a series of deep, guttural retches. Her flat stomach tightened each time those digits went down her gullet, Julez doing her best to keep down what little dinner she'd eaten so far that evening, but a pleasant surprise for Miles was the Kegel-like way in which her vaginal muscles squeezed around him each time she willingly gagged herself. She's a little too into this. He may have thought. Or maybe, she was into it exactly as much as he wanted her to be. Her chin and throat had become a river of saliva streaming down between those firm, porn star tits as she fucked her face on his fingers, and coughed pitifully as his knuckles scraped the insides of her incisors so aggressively that people might start to mistake the eventual callouses on said knuckles as signs of bulimia. Only if this became a regular thing for them, of course.
Julez endured minutes of this lewd double penetration before Miles would see those big pretty eyes roll back in her "impressive head," and he may have assumed, at first, that this was a result of all the gagging and coughing she'd been doing. But it became abundantly clear, in large part due to the violent shaking over her lower body, that the slutty little stripper had just climaxed. "Mpphhuughhn!!" She whined and threw her head back, pulling her mouth of his fingers. She gasped for air and rested the back of her head against the mirror, panting desperately. "God... god fucking damn..." She exhaled the words almost breathlessly, with a tired, satisfied laugh following soon after. One hand came up to push those perspiration-drenched bangs up on her forehead, just gazing into his eyes as she breathed hard. Full lips grinned, nodding. "Finally. Mm. I guess its your turn now." She winked. "Do your fucking worst."
Once, Julez had told him that she'd been approached by a customer, who claimed to be some big-time producer in the adult entertainment industry, to sign multi-film porn deal based solely on her looks and lap dance performance. "Babe, you'd take over the industry. You're that fucking good!" She'd been told. Of course, she hadn't taken the offer, but given her conduct tonight, Miles could tell that his little porn bunny had a very real chance of being crowned the queen of hardcore, if she ever decided to reconsider. Hm, yes... his little porn bunny. That had a nice ring to it. Perhaps something to revisit later...
"Ugh! Fucking jerk!" She laughed and looked away after that unexpected shot of spit hit her right in the eyes and mixed with the aqueous humor of those baby blues. She laughed. Miles had to assume that most women would be quite unhappy with him right about now, cursing him out, possibly slapping him, and definitely ending their little fuck session. Technically, she had cursed him out, but she hadn't slapped him. Well not yet anyway. After he'd followed up with another spit directly down her throat, which she swallowed happily, one of her hands reeled back and slapped across the right side of his face, just nearly missing his ear and sparing him a painful ringing of the ears. Okay, so, she had cursed him out and slapped him, but... Julez was definitely not stopping. His mind replayed her laugh again. She was having fun. She was playing. She'd chosen now, after months of teasing and close-calls, to make him her playmate, and what a deliciously sick and horny game they were playing. "How exactly are am I supposed to conceal this, bro?" She smirked and whispered, spit and make-up running down her face. She didn't yet know that his plan was to ruin her face even more fully this evening. Her own stomach acids would be drooling down into those pretty eyes soon enough.
Though their next destination had been decided upon, Miles clearly had other plans. The beyond-horny teenager grinned wickedly as he made clear that they weren't moving until he'd gotten her to cum. Julez would normally roll her eyes at such a comment. Men who insisted on such things almost never had the relevant skill or knowledge for how to make a woman orgasm in the first place, let alone quickly. But she believed Miles could get her there, and as he maneuvered that lean, flexible body to face him, she brought her wet face in towards him and whispered. "I know. That's why I chose you. Cock." Not Miles, not some cute term of endearment. He was cock. She returned that frothy kiss passionately, proving her flexibility even further as she raised both legs and placed the backs of her knees over his shoulders, her arms wrapped around his neck and keeping his face held against hers as they kissed. Well, "kissed" was the only word that even remotely described what their mouths were doing. There was far too much growling and biting to align with the normally romantic implications of the word.
The slender, but quite stacked, blonde was nearing orgasm as a result of that intense fucking, but Miles raised the stakes when ended their kiss and replaced his tongue with a set of probing fingers. Baby blues did widen then, her full lips beaming around those invading digits as he rubbed her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and the backs of her teeth. Those uncommon and tingly sensations sent a shiver down her spine that funneled even more self-lubricant to the utter slip-n-slide of her tight, pounding pussy below. She tasted her own pussy juice on his fingers, Miles having made sure to collect some upon them before shoving them into her mouth. But, he didn't finger fuck her throat. No, he left that up to her. The twinkle in her eyes grew even more devious as she whispered, her words distorted by his fingers. "Mm, you sure you want to see this? Ughn! You want to see... ughn!... how low I'm willing to go?" She knew he did. He wouldn't have instigated this if he didn't.
Thus, without moving her eyes off of his, Julez pushed her head forward and drove those fingers down her throat, resulting in the oh-so delicious sight of her shoulders hunching and the sound of the kinky little stripper gagging. Eyes immediately watered up, but she grinned, and began to bob her head back and forth, throat fucking his fingers in what now became a series of deep, guttural retches. Her flat stomach tightened each time those digits went down her gullet, Julez doing her best to keep down what little dinner she'd eaten so far that evening, but a pleasant surprise for Miles was the Kegel-like way in which her vaginal muscles squeezed around him each time she willingly gagged herself. She's a little too into this. He may have thought. Or maybe, she was into it exactly as much as he wanted her to be. Her chin and throat had become a river of saliva streaming down between those firm, porn star tits as she fucked her face on his fingers, and coughed pitifully as his knuckles scraped the insides of her incisors so aggressively that people might start to mistake the eventual callouses on said knuckles as signs of bulimia. Only if this became a regular thing for them, of course.
Julez endured minutes of this lewd double penetration before Miles would see those big pretty eyes roll back in her "impressive head," and he may have assumed, at first, that this was a result of all the gagging and coughing she'd been doing. But it became abundantly clear, in large part due to the violent shaking over her lower body, that the slutty little stripper had just climaxed. "Mpphhuughhn!!" She whined and threw her head back, pulling her mouth of his fingers. She gasped for air and rested the back of her head against the mirror, panting desperately. "God... god fucking damn..." She exhaled the words almost breathlessly, with a tired, satisfied laugh following soon after. One hand came up to push those perspiration-drenched bangs up on her forehead, just gazing into his eyes as she breathed hard. Full lips grinned, nodding. "Finally. Mm. I guess its your turn now." She winked. "Do your fucking worst."
Julez had purred softly when Scott made that comment about how she enjoyed going the extra mile, whispering to him. "I haven't even started yet..."
Oh, he hadn't even seen a fraction of the slut she could be. She grinned up at him and gave the head a little kiss before flipping her body over so that the back of her head was in Scott's lap now, looking up at him with those wonderous eyes, his cock resting against her forehead like she were some kind of lewd unicorn. Her ass was against the edge of the stage, knees pointed up, and those sexy, sneaker-looking boots, which were the only clothing she had left, planted on the stage floor with her thighs parted wide. Julez's hand slid down along her flat tummy until it reached her pussy and began to rub her clit in a slow circular motion. The young blonde bent her neck back a bit, wrapping the fingers of her free hand around the base of his cock and angling it down towards her mouth, putting only the head in between her lips as she moaned softly and suckled, pressing her tongue up against the tip and swirling it around roughly, wetly. Then, she showed them that not every trick she knew required a pole. well, not a metal one, anyway.
Both hands reached back and planted on either side Scott where he sat on the couch, effortlessly putting all of her strength into her arms as she lifted her hips off the stage, bent her legs in, crunched her stomach, and drew her body up into a ball in the air above Scott's lap, stunning platinum strands pooling around his lap just before she extended her legs straight upwards, making her body a perfect vertical plank, all while keeping her head in his lap, and his head in her mouth. She held that pose for only a second, but long enough to let him hear two distinct, wet slurping sounds as she worked her mouth and tongue around his dick head, then, her body continued its graceful arc, bringing her hips down over him so that her warm pussy landed against his upper chest, just below his throat, those sweet nether orifices occupying his field of vision completely now and smelling like absolute heaven. The tops of her thighs rested on each of his shoulders, and she crossed her ankles behind his head, bending her knees so that the backs of those heels gently pushed his face forward, right into that delicious meal between her thighs and ass. Meanwhile, her own body relaxed, her stomach flattening against his chest and her tits crushing into his abdomen as they were basically in a sixty-nining position now, with him seated comfortably upright and her laying upon him, upside down.
Now that she was settled, she could finally go to town.
Hands slid over his own, rubbing affectionately, then entwining each of her hands with each of his own, as those puffy lips slid straight down his shaft, the head of his cock pushing up against the entrance to her throat, then past it completely with a deep, audible guuuuulp. Cheeks hallowed in sharply, accentuating her cheek bones and puffing out those full lips as they pressed right down around the base of his cock, the fleshy insides of her cheeks suckling around the bottom half of his member while her throat tightened and gulped around the top half, the impressive length of his member meaning that his head was somewhere in her chest at this point, and she handled it without so much as a cough. Baby blues looked up then, locking onto Sullivan's own, nearly matching, pair as Julez intentionally let this image of her face... her eyes, sucked in cheeks, all of it... burn into his memory. It wasn't awkward for her, even though it should have been... she just looked into his eyes longingly, almost innocently, child-like... then tilted her head to the side, deciding to really slut it up by pulling her head back a little and letting Scott's cock jab into the side of her cheek in an absolutely lewd display, her tongue hanging out to lap at it hungrily as he pornographically distorted her face, eyes never leaving her... well, her future employer's.
Then, she got another idea. "It's a shame Scott can't see this..." She thought.
Julez let go of his hands and reached forward to pluck her phone off the edge of the stage. Thankfully, it had been close enough. Scott had given his contact info to all of the girls, and Julez hurriedly tapped on the screen, all while steadily sucking and swallowing around him, using those throat muscles to milk his completely hilted shaft. In a moment, Scott would feel a vibration and ringing chime come from his pocket. Hopefully he answered, and hopefully he raised it up over his head so that it was unobstructed by the ass and pussy pressed up to his face. If he did, he'd see an incoming video call... from Julez. Once accepted, the screen was filled with the image of her beautiful face impaled on his cock, holding the phone away from herself to make it appear like a selfie. She winked at him, looking directly into the camera lens as her head began to bob up and down steadily, lips sliding back and forth on about five or so inches of his manhood with loud, sloshing sounds, saliva foaming up at the corners of her mouth. Her opposite hand threw up a peace sign in front of the camera, and, even with a dick lodged in her mouth and down her throat, he could see that naughty little twinkle in her eye and blush upon her cheeks.
Oh, he hadn't even seen a fraction of the slut she could be. She grinned up at him and gave the head a little kiss before flipping her body over so that the back of her head was in Scott's lap now, looking up at him with those wonderous eyes, his cock resting against her forehead like she were some kind of lewd unicorn. Her ass was against the edge of the stage, knees pointed up, and those sexy, sneaker-looking boots, which were the only clothing she had left, planted on the stage floor with her thighs parted wide. Julez's hand slid down along her flat tummy until it reached her pussy and began to rub her clit in a slow circular motion. The young blonde bent her neck back a bit, wrapping the fingers of her free hand around the base of his cock and angling it down towards her mouth, putting only the head in between her lips as she moaned softly and suckled, pressing her tongue up against the tip and swirling it around roughly, wetly. Then, she showed them that not every trick she knew required a pole. well, not a metal one, anyway.
Both hands reached back and planted on either side Scott where he sat on the couch, effortlessly putting all of her strength into her arms as she lifted her hips off the stage, bent her legs in, crunched her stomach, and drew her body up into a ball in the air above Scott's lap, stunning platinum strands pooling around his lap just before she extended her legs straight upwards, making her body a perfect vertical plank, all while keeping her head in his lap, and his head in her mouth. She held that pose for only a second, but long enough to let him hear two distinct, wet slurping sounds as she worked her mouth and tongue around his dick head, then, her body continued its graceful arc, bringing her hips down over him so that her warm pussy landed against his upper chest, just below his throat, those sweet nether orifices occupying his field of vision completely now and smelling like absolute heaven. The tops of her thighs rested on each of his shoulders, and she crossed her ankles behind his head, bending her knees so that the backs of those heels gently pushed his face forward, right into that delicious meal between her thighs and ass. Meanwhile, her own body relaxed, her stomach flattening against his chest and her tits crushing into his abdomen as they were basically in a sixty-nining position now, with him seated comfortably upright and her laying upon him, upside down.
Now that she was settled, she could finally go to town.
Hands slid over his own, rubbing affectionately, then entwining each of her hands with each of his own, as those puffy lips slid straight down his shaft, the head of his cock pushing up against the entrance to her throat, then past it completely with a deep, audible guuuuulp. Cheeks hallowed in sharply, accentuating her cheek bones and puffing out those full lips as they pressed right down around the base of his cock, the fleshy insides of her cheeks suckling around the bottom half of his member while her throat tightened and gulped around the top half, the impressive length of his member meaning that his head was somewhere in her chest at this point, and she handled it without so much as a cough. Baby blues looked up then, locking onto Sullivan's own, nearly matching, pair as Julez intentionally let this image of her face... her eyes, sucked in cheeks, all of it... burn into his memory. It wasn't awkward for her, even though it should have been... she just looked into his eyes longingly, almost innocently, child-like... then tilted her head to the side, deciding to really slut it up by pulling her head back a little and letting Scott's cock jab into the side of her cheek in an absolutely lewd display, her tongue hanging out to lap at it hungrily as he pornographically distorted her face, eyes never leaving her... well, her future employer's.
Then, she got another idea. "It's a shame Scott can't see this..." She thought.
Julez let go of his hands and reached forward to pluck her phone off the edge of the stage. Thankfully, it had been close enough. Scott had given his contact info to all of the girls, and Julez hurriedly tapped on the screen, all while steadily sucking and swallowing around him, using those throat muscles to milk his completely hilted shaft. In a moment, Scott would feel a vibration and ringing chime come from his pocket. Hopefully he answered, and hopefully he raised it up over his head so that it was unobstructed by the ass and pussy pressed up to his face. If he did, he'd see an incoming video call... from Julez. Once accepted, the screen was filled with the image of her beautiful face impaled on his cock, holding the phone away from herself to make it appear like a selfie. She winked at him, looking directly into the camera lens as her head began to bob up and down steadily, lips sliding back and forth on about five or so inches of his manhood with loud, sloshing sounds, saliva foaming up at the corners of her mouth. Her opposite hand threw up a peace sign in front of the camera, and, even with a dick lodged in her mouth and down her throat, he could see that naughty little twinkle in her eye and blush upon her cheeks.
She did, in fact, keep a bottle of tasty vanilla flavored lube in the drawer of her nightstand, should the need ever arise... and, oh, did it ever seem like the need would arise tonight.
Dorian would see her pretty eyes go wide with panic when both of his hands went to work on choking her, her own hand little more than a hostage between both of his as the other just tightened its grip on his shaft, jerking near the base of it more aggressively. The panic was just instinct. She was an animal, after all, and being choked suddenly would inspire a similar reaction out of most people, even the willing. Especially if this was an uncommon occurrence for them, as it was in the case of the young blonde. She gulped, but that lump of air stayed trapped somewhere behind Dorian's hands, unable to reach her lungs, as she looked into his eyes. The panic subsided as she, somewhat, acclimated to what he was doing, then arching her back sharply as he pushed another few inches up into her, causing her eyes to flutter upward in pleasure, letting out little more than a breathless squeak to express her approval of everything going on. "Ah... ahhh..." She whimpered and grit her teeth as he bit down on her ear, her tight little body shivering against him in pain, then nodding eagerly to indicate she understood their safe word. Snow... Julez would think later, when she was not so overwhelmed. How adorable. I'm his little snow bunny.
Her hand fell away limply when he moved his hand up to cover her mouth with it, but it was only a moment before she decided what to do with it. Reaching back, she held the back of his head, stroking his hair gently, almost too gently given what was happening to her. Baby blues widened as he stuffed multiple fingers into her mouth and down her throat at once, then closing them shut tightly as her body spasmed and arched against sharply, coughing around the digits pumping past her tonsils while his other hand still choked her. Again, the hand on his cock began stroking furiously in response, working her fingers and thumb around his solid meat to pleasure him the best she could while in this compromised position. Eyes opened once he withdrew his fingers, allowing her to gasp desperately for just a little air as murky, makeup-stained tears ran down her cheeks. God, he was going to put her through the meat grinder tonight, she could just feel it. Between her thighs, her teenage pussy was absolutely overflowing with excitement, tightening herself around the few inches he'd allowed within her thus far.
He asked her if the thought of him killing excited her. Unbeknownst to him, she misunderstood his question and thought he had asked if the thought of him killing her excited her, to which she nodded slowly, biting her lower lip as he worked a full, fat seven inches into her, which may have been to the hilt for most guys, but her tightly clenched fist was masturbating him from his base right to her own pussy lips and back down again repeatedly over what still felt like miles of cock meat still waiting to impale her. "Y... yes... s.... sir..." She croaked out quietly, the hand around his cock finally letting go and grabbing onto the wall, pressing her palm flat against it as she shifted her hips back towards him, angling herself just right. She parted her legs wide, her left leg flat against the bed, her foot tucked under his hip, while her right leg went up into the air, tucking her other foot behind his thigh. It was almost as thought she was locking herself into position, because, well, she was. Then, with a force that Dorian would frankly find surprising, Julez began to buck her hips back and against him, pumping her entire body on his full eleven inches with machine like precision and repetition, squeezing that eighteen-year-old cunt around him as tight as she could, her pussy practically jerking him off inside of her body now with the way she moved. Julez was such a tiny girl, so lean and slender, it was hard to imagine just how much strength she was channeling into the correct muscles to pull this off, almost causing Dorian to inch back a little each time. But if there was one thing Julez knew how to do, it was to buck and grind back on a man, so it was her turn to use her expertise to exert some degree of control over him.
Dorian would see her pretty eyes go wide with panic when both of his hands went to work on choking her, her own hand little more than a hostage between both of his as the other just tightened its grip on his shaft, jerking near the base of it more aggressively. The panic was just instinct. She was an animal, after all, and being choked suddenly would inspire a similar reaction out of most people, even the willing. Especially if this was an uncommon occurrence for them, as it was in the case of the young blonde. She gulped, but that lump of air stayed trapped somewhere behind Dorian's hands, unable to reach her lungs, as she looked into his eyes. The panic subsided as she, somewhat, acclimated to what he was doing, then arching her back sharply as he pushed another few inches up into her, causing her eyes to flutter upward in pleasure, letting out little more than a breathless squeak to express her approval of everything going on. "Ah... ahhh..." She whimpered and grit her teeth as he bit down on her ear, her tight little body shivering against him in pain, then nodding eagerly to indicate she understood their safe word. Snow... Julez would think later, when she was not so overwhelmed. How adorable. I'm his little snow bunny.
Her hand fell away limply when he moved his hand up to cover her mouth with it, but it was only a moment before she decided what to do with it. Reaching back, she held the back of his head, stroking his hair gently, almost too gently given what was happening to her. Baby blues widened as he stuffed multiple fingers into her mouth and down her throat at once, then closing them shut tightly as her body spasmed and arched against sharply, coughing around the digits pumping past her tonsils while his other hand still choked her. Again, the hand on his cock began stroking furiously in response, working her fingers and thumb around his solid meat to pleasure him the best she could while in this compromised position. Eyes opened once he withdrew his fingers, allowing her to gasp desperately for just a little air as murky, makeup-stained tears ran down her cheeks. God, he was going to put her through the meat grinder tonight, she could just feel it. Between her thighs, her teenage pussy was absolutely overflowing with excitement, tightening herself around the few inches he'd allowed within her thus far.
He asked her if the thought of him killing excited her. Unbeknownst to him, she misunderstood his question and thought he had asked if the thought of him killing her excited her, to which she nodded slowly, biting her lower lip as he worked a full, fat seven inches into her, which may have been to the hilt for most guys, but her tightly clenched fist was masturbating him from his base right to her own pussy lips and back down again repeatedly over what still felt like miles of cock meat still waiting to impale her. "Y... yes... s.... sir..." She croaked out quietly, the hand around his cock finally letting go and grabbing onto the wall, pressing her palm flat against it as she shifted her hips back towards him, angling herself just right. She parted her legs wide, her left leg flat against the bed, her foot tucked under his hip, while her right leg went up into the air, tucking her other foot behind his thigh. It was almost as thought she was locking herself into position, because, well, she was. Then, with a force that Dorian would frankly find surprising, Julez began to buck her hips back and against him, pumping her entire body on his full eleven inches with machine like precision and repetition, squeezing that eighteen-year-old cunt around him as tight as she could, her pussy practically jerking him off inside of her body now with the way she moved. Julez was such a tiny girl, so lean and slender, it was hard to imagine just how much strength she was channeling into the correct muscles to pull this off, almost causing Dorian to inch back a little each time. But if there was one thing Julez knew how to do, it was to buck and grind back on a man, so it was her turn to use her expertise to exert some degree of control over him.
Those full, puffy lips sealed around him and her cheeks hallowed in immediately. As she sucked, those soft, slippery walls of the insides of her cheeks tightened up against his manhood in a warm embrace. "Mmphh..." The head of Brad's cock was almost immediately at the entrance of her throat, testing her gag reflex... which, he soon learned, was basically non-existent. Julez slowed down just a tad as the head pushed down into her throat, the young girl making sure he was angled correctly as to slip in easily. Which he did, and in the span of what felt like two seconds, her lips was were pressed down against Brad's pelvis with full force, having swallowed every last millimeter of his organ. "Mmmm..." all he could see was the top of her golden head at that point, but he felt her firm tits against his thighs, hard nipples poking down into him, and her arms circled around his waist, hugging him close to herself. Pretty little face lifted up then, quickly, until only the head was still in her mouth (and the head never left her mouth), before she dropped down again immediately, Brad's head always hitting a certain soft, fleshy part of her throat when it stabbed in, then a very specific squeeeeze sensation around his shaft when she gulped him down to the hilt...
...then up all the way, and down all the way, up, and then down, and then up... it was almost like she was jerking him off, but using her mouth and throat instead of her pumping fist. "Mmpphuuhh! Mmuh! Mm-Gluck! Mm-Gluck!" Oh, so that's why she called it the "gluck-gluck deluxe," Brad may have thought as that cute little quacking, gagging sound emanated from his lap, and he could start to feel her drool running down the insides of his thighs... not that it made much difference. The humidity was nearly suffocating at this point, and both of their bodies were absolutely drenched.
After several full-length swallows of Brad's cock, Julez pressed her face down against his lap once more, and kept it there, keeping his member buried deep within her throat, the muscles of which continued to tense and tighten around him as her body attempted to swallow him again and again. Her hands slid over to his, and, perhaps to his surprise, she interlaced her fingers with his, squeezing gently, bringing their joint hands back up to rest on his parted knees. Still keeping that rod stuffed down her throat, Julez tilted her head back a little so that she could look up into his eyes, letting him take in that image of her large blue pools looking into his while those puffy pink lips were stretched around his cock, hallowed in cheeks accentuating the lewd display. Meanwhile, her thumbs rubbed his hands lovingly, before sliding her fingers out of his and guiding his palms to the top of her head, pressing them there... encouraging him to take control. "Mmmpphh... Mmmm..." She slurped around his cock, some spit frothing at the corners of her mouth, but she did not resume bobbing her head up and down... her eyes still on his, she was clearly sending a message to him that no other woman in his life ever had. Fuck my face.
But then the unexpected happened. "I... I have to pee...!"
Well, she wasn't expecting him to say that, but maybe she should have been? After all, Julez knew that a lack of bladder control was a part of his disability. Baby blues widened a little, then looked from side to side, trying to think quickly. She felt a warm little trickle at the back of her throat, knowing it was coming and there was nothing either of them could to do stop it. Eyes went back to his again, her hallowed in, slurping cheeks blushing deeply as nodded and put her hands back up on top of his on her head, making sure he didn't let go. Wasn't she going to lift up? It didn't seem so... "Mmm... mm..." The teen moaned softly as she gulped... her throat constricting around the meat lodged deep into it, feeling him start to piss directly into her stomach. She blinked once, and he could see her eyes watering up a little, the whites of them turning slightly pink as she swallowed... winced, and swallowed again, bobbing her head just a little, but keeping him deepthroated as much as she could as to avoid a mess. Had they still been in the showers, she may have pulled out or let him pee on her... but she wasn't about to sit in a puddle of urine in a steaming hot sauna that she'd have to clean before they left. So continued swallowing, struggling a little to keep up with the flow, but still managing not to lose a drop. Eyes closed for just a second, stifling a small cough, then opening her pinkened eyes again, looking into his as a tear rolled down the side of her nose.... gulping, gulping, gulping, the wet noise reverberating throughout the steam room. Well, it was kind of her fault; she was the one who kept telling him to stay hydrated!
Julz had almost made it through the whole thing gracefully, but towards the end, she took a deep breath through her nose, absolutely needing the air... watery eyes crossing for just a second before they closed right before a small cough, after which Brad could see a small mixture of his piss and her own saliva and snot drool from both nostrils and down over her upper lip, running down and pooling around the rest of the saliva that was around the base of his cock... which she sucked right back into her mouth and swallowed. Finally, when he was absolutely done relieving himself, she lifted her head off his cock with a deep intake of breath, part laughing, part coughing, as she reached for a towel she'd placed near by, and brought it up to wipe the mess below her nose. "God! Yeah, that was.. not how I thought this was going to go..." She shook her head, smirking up at him as she saw his self-conscious expression. "Honestly, don't worry about it. It's not the weirdest thing that's happened to me. It doesn't even crack the top ten..." Eyes dropped back down to that angry, throbbing cock still pointing up at her, demanding attention. "Jesus Christ, you didn't even go soft or anything..." She laughed, one hand reaching out to begin stroking his very, very wet cock, looking up into his eyes. "I'll be honest, I thought you would have came already, but... Brad, you're fucking stud. Maybe you and your girlfriend should start an OnlyFans or something..." Ugh, she just had to keep reminding him of his girlfriend, didn't she? Her hand continued to jerk him off lovingly as she looked up into his eyes. "Okay, I think my experiment has gone all crazy at this point. But I can't just leave you with a hard-on like this, that would be... unprofessional." She giggled. "Like I said, I don't want to do anything that would make you feel bad... guilty, or whatever. So... how do you want me to finish you off?"
...then up all the way, and down all the way, up, and then down, and then up... it was almost like she was jerking him off, but using her mouth and throat instead of her pumping fist. "Mmpphuuhh! Mmuh! Mm-Gluck! Mm-Gluck!" Oh, so that's why she called it the "gluck-gluck deluxe," Brad may have thought as that cute little quacking, gagging sound emanated from his lap, and he could start to feel her drool running down the insides of his thighs... not that it made much difference. The humidity was nearly suffocating at this point, and both of their bodies were absolutely drenched.
After several full-length swallows of Brad's cock, Julez pressed her face down against his lap once more, and kept it there, keeping his member buried deep within her throat, the muscles of which continued to tense and tighten around him as her body attempted to swallow him again and again. Her hands slid over to his, and, perhaps to his surprise, she interlaced her fingers with his, squeezing gently, bringing their joint hands back up to rest on his parted knees. Still keeping that rod stuffed down her throat, Julez tilted her head back a little so that she could look up into his eyes, letting him take in that image of her large blue pools looking into his while those puffy pink lips were stretched around his cock, hallowed in cheeks accentuating the lewd display. Meanwhile, her thumbs rubbed his hands lovingly, before sliding her fingers out of his and guiding his palms to the top of her head, pressing them there... encouraging him to take control. "Mmmpphh... Mmmm..." She slurped around his cock, some spit frothing at the corners of her mouth, but she did not resume bobbing her head up and down... her eyes still on his, she was clearly sending a message to him that no other woman in his life ever had. Fuck my face.
But then the unexpected happened. "I... I have to pee...!"
Well, she wasn't expecting him to say that, but maybe she should have been? After all, Julez knew that a lack of bladder control was a part of his disability. Baby blues widened a little, then looked from side to side, trying to think quickly. She felt a warm little trickle at the back of her throat, knowing it was coming and there was nothing either of them could to do stop it. Eyes went back to his again, her hallowed in, slurping cheeks blushing deeply as nodded and put her hands back up on top of his on her head, making sure he didn't let go. Wasn't she going to lift up? It didn't seem so... "Mmm... mm..." The teen moaned softly as she gulped... her throat constricting around the meat lodged deep into it, feeling him start to piss directly into her stomach. She blinked once, and he could see her eyes watering up a little, the whites of them turning slightly pink as she swallowed... winced, and swallowed again, bobbing her head just a little, but keeping him deepthroated as much as she could as to avoid a mess. Had they still been in the showers, she may have pulled out or let him pee on her... but she wasn't about to sit in a puddle of urine in a steaming hot sauna that she'd have to clean before they left. So continued swallowing, struggling a little to keep up with the flow, but still managing not to lose a drop. Eyes closed for just a second, stifling a small cough, then opening her pinkened eyes again, looking into his as a tear rolled down the side of her nose.... gulping, gulping, gulping, the wet noise reverberating throughout the steam room. Well, it was kind of her fault; she was the one who kept telling him to stay hydrated!
Julz had almost made it through the whole thing gracefully, but towards the end, she took a deep breath through her nose, absolutely needing the air... watery eyes crossing for just a second before they closed right before a small cough, after which Brad could see a small mixture of his piss and her own saliva and snot drool from both nostrils and down over her upper lip, running down and pooling around the rest of the saliva that was around the base of his cock... which she sucked right back into her mouth and swallowed. Finally, when he was absolutely done relieving himself, she lifted her head off his cock with a deep intake of breath, part laughing, part coughing, as she reached for a towel she'd placed near by, and brought it up to wipe the mess below her nose. "God! Yeah, that was.. not how I thought this was going to go..." She shook her head, smirking up at him as she saw his self-conscious expression. "Honestly, don't worry about it. It's not the weirdest thing that's happened to me. It doesn't even crack the top ten..." Eyes dropped back down to that angry, throbbing cock still pointing up at her, demanding attention. "Jesus Christ, you didn't even go soft or anything..." She laughed, one hand reaching out to begin stroking his very, very wet cock, looking up into his eyes. "I'll be honest, I thought you would have came already, but... Brad, you're fucking stud. Maybe you and your girlfriend should start an OnlyFans or something..." Ugh, she just had to keep reminding him of his girlfriend, didn't she? Her hand continued to jerk him off lovingly as she looked up into his eyes. "Okay, I think my experiment has gone all crazy at this point. But I can't just leave you with a hard-on like this, that would be... unprofessional." She giggled. "Like I said, I don't want to do anything that would make you feel bad... guilty, or whatever. So... how do you want me to finish you off?"
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