Cody bit his lip as he looked over towards the shop, a little queasy about their aforethought attempt but not wanting to come off as uncool to his supporter,"Are you sure this is a dear melodic theme ?"he asked.

His Friend grinned and laughed, playfully nudging him as they made their way towards the workshop as a group,"Aw come on Cody !"one of them jested,"You aren't afraid of a few vibrators are you ?"

"N-no ! I just do n't want us to get into trouble is all…"

Another of his champion spoke up,"Pff, worst case scenario we get kicked out of a workshop we never go into, right ?"

William Frederick Cody glanced at his friend, letting out a fiddling sigh and nodded, smiling,"Alright alright, sure."

A little playful sunniness went up and they made their way towards the shop, letting themselves in, greeted by the little tinkle of a bell.

Shannon looked up from her phone, sitting by the cash register she hadn't noticed the group approaching until they had let themselves into her shop, her eyes quickly scanning over the guys with an immediately mounting disdain.

She didn't tell apart the individual, but she recognised the type. Tall broad shouldered jocks without an interest in her merch, just looking to score a quick laugh pointing at dildos, turning on vibrators, just generally causing havoc.

She had half a brain to chuck them out before they even started to mess about, but, as she sat up a little straighter she spotted an oddity among them.

Mingling among the four tall jocks was a girl, no, she realised, a boy. While they were all the muscled athletic case, the fifth was shorter, slender with very small muscle definition and, to her growing machination, a curviness to his figure that More than matched her own, economise for his flat chest at least.

She settled back, frowning a trivial as she decided to see how it was going to play out, her eye on the gazelle amongst the lions.

As she had expected, they seemingly had little stake in buying anything, seeking out quirk to contribution with the group for a laugh, notably, they came across a display with exotic shaped toys, I shaped like clenched fist, equine cocks, canine cocks and, to their amusement, dragon cocks.

They laughed and waved them at each other, the boy taking part in his friend 's banter and fun, though, unlike the repose, he occasionally shot apologetic smiles her way which she met with a Stoic look.

Leaving the shelf in more than of a pickle than they'd found them they made their way to the memory lingerie selection, one of the jock, grinning, picked out a flyspeck silk negligee which he held it up to the boys frame, the mathematical group laughing as he blushed, the kit was, it seemed, in his size and fit his number well.

Embarrassed, the boy picked up a garden pink and black bra and panty set aimed at plus-sized women and held it up to one of the jocks.

The group laughed louder and the jockstrap scooped up the point, holding them to his lover shape and striking a mock feminine pose.

Eying the mathematical group curiously Shannon reevaluated them, it had seemed that the boy had been being picked on at first, the phallus of the radical that everyone else made fun of, but he gave as good as he got and they laughed along with him. Real friends, she thought.

They put the lingerie back, again, messily, and proceeded onto a put over kitchen range of meat packer, soft cocks varying in size of it for trans men or, as a trinket and Shannon sighed a little.

The boy interested her, but she wasn't going to let them ruin her solid store just for their amusement.

Buffalo Bill blushed as one of the bozo waved one of the larger models of flopping cock in his counselling and they laughed.

"You like holding dick huh ?"Came a articulation from behind the group.

They turned, almost in unison, to see Shannon standing there, the hale grouping falling silent as they drank in the view.

She was a tall cleaning woman, well built with very full c-cup boob under a harvest top, her stomach, belly clitoris piercing and varying tattoo's on appearance across her skin.

She had her hand on her slightly curved pelvis, a smirk on her human face. She was in her late 1920s with long hair dyed profane but with raven black roots showing through. A lip, nose and eyebrow piercing completing her image.

She was attractive, but the group weren't staring out of allure.

She wore tight blue jean that hugged her long shapely leg, their eyes undoubtedly drawn a very obvious outline down one of her thighs. The one holding the meat packer glanced at her precis, glanced at the item in his hand and glanced at his friends.

There was a tense here and now and Claude Elwood Shannon smirked, watching as the chemical group outlook worked, fight or flight, gag or leave.

"Heh, very funny, you got one of these stuffed down there huh ?"said the one holding the boxer, waving it towards her crotch.

She grinned,"Is that what you think that is ?"

"Pff sure it is !"

"Hmm, wan na bet ?"she winked.

He grinned, nudging one of his friends,"Oh aye sure, and if I'm right you suck my cock ?"

"And if I'm right you suck mine ?"she teased, his grin faltering slightly,"No ?"

She had him on the blot now, he'd singled himself out of the group with his comments and now had to make up one's mind where to indorse down and look a fool or step up and potentially lose, how sure was he ?

Not very, it seemed.

He laughed, shrugging off the confrontation,"Don't think my girlfriend would be happy if I got my stopcock sucked by you."

She smirked at the still recovery and turned her attending to the residue of the mathematical group,"What about the sleep of you hm ? Want to take me up on the bet ? Could win a blowjob…"she blew them a kiss, expecting it to send them leaving, laughing and pretending to each former they'd bested her in their witty sparring.

But instead one of them quietly spoke,"Hey William Frederick Cody you don't have a girlfriend…"

The athletic supporter quickly took up the birdcall, urging Cody, who looked embarrassed to bear been singled out, to take her up on the bet. Shannon smirked at him, her foreland tilted to the slope, waiting.

Cody let out a sigh and shrugged off his ally,"Alright alright !"he laughed,"fine !"

This was met by a round of cheers by the chemical group and, to Shannon's surprise, she found herself to be the centre of attention once more. She looked Buffalo Bill Cody up and down, judging him, she could see his expression, elated by the sunniness but, as he saw her formula of victory, he paled considerably.

She pursed her lips some, then sighed.

"You win ! It's a bagger, dead reckoning I owe you head huh ?"

The mathematical group cheered and slapped Cody on the backrest, almost knocking him over, he laughed too but seemed uncertain, he looked like he was about to pass out, so she decided to give him an out.

"seed back later tonight, I get off my shift at ten, you know, to claim your reward,"she winked.

He looked immediately relieved and, while cheering for their victorious companion, happy to head for the hills with their dignity intact they left her computer memory, though not so hurriedly as to be seen to be retreating.

palpitation her head Claude Shannon let out a chortle, that had been fun, he had been cute too, it was a pity really. She adjusted herself in her blue jean, her cock semi-hard against her thigh and went about tidying up the shop after them, certain in the knowledge that she wouldn't see any of them again.

Buffalo Bill and his champion's laughed the whole experience off, teasing the charwoman for having stuffed a packer down her jeans to mess up with them, talking about the weird toy dog, but on the unit, forgot about it.

They went about their wander, grabbing food, hanging out, having fun. The evening deepened and his friends suggested they all go out for drinks, keep the day going into the Night, but Cody declined, clubbing and imbibing had never really been his tantrum and, though they teased him about going to collect from that workshop gentlewoman, they understood that he didn't enjoy it as much as they did, they were, Cody knew, proficient friends to have.

He found himself wandering the streets of the city, his headphones in, listening to music and he followed his pes. Usually, after parting way with his friend, he would hop on the city 's subway system and ride home, but not today. He found himself drawn by an inexplicable oddity backtracking on his day 's adventures.

Claude E. Shannon was yawning, getting ready to close up the workshop, having already flipped the sign to ‘ closed'when she heard the room access golf stroke and the bell ting, she slumped some and let out an annoyed suspiration, not turning towards the threshold as she sorted out a display,"Read the sign of the zodiac, we're closed."

"O-oh, sorry, I just thought…"

She spun suddenly, her center going wide as, standing just inside the room access, was the boy from early,"No fucking way,"she said out forte, unable to arrest her surprise.

He blushed some,"Should I go ?"

She shook her head, frowning a little as she glanced past him,"Where are your Friend ?"

He shrugged,"Out drinking somewhere."

Shannon eyed him for a bit, but believed him, she stepped over to where he was standing, one arm hanging by her side, the other gripping her elbow just under her breasts,"So uh.."

"Cody."

"Buffalo Bill,"she repeated,"You… You know I wasn't messing, right ? About me ?"

He glanced down, noting the outline of the conversant jut in her jean and nodded a niggling,"Y-yeah, I guess."

"So what ? Did you get along here to pay up ? To suck my cock ?"She inquired, disbelieving.

"No ! No I… No."he folded his arms and chewed his lip, looking back towards the door.

"... Just curious, right ?"

He blinked and looked back at Shannon, eying her over before shrugging softly.

"Mm, thought so. Well… If you want we can experiment together…"she grinned a footling, eying him over again, admiring his slender form and enticing curves.

"I-I don't think so, look, I'm sorry, for my Quaker I mean. I uh, thanks, sorry,"he said, turning and putting his hand on the door handle.

"Wait !"she said, stopping him short and biting her lip,"... What if I can defecate it worth your while ?"

"... What do you mean ?"he said slowly, hesitating, his hand still on the door handle.

She paused open-mouthed, then folded her arms,"Alright let me be blunt, I've been waiting for a cute boy like you."she smirked some,"Maybe you suck my cock maybe you don't. But you're curious. Said so yourself, right ? You're in a sex workshop with someone who wants to play with you… So, why not ? Whatever you want to do I won't judge or tell anyone. Crossdressing, bondage, heck even if you want to whip out that flying lizard dildo I 'll help you out."

He shook his head and opened the door,"I-I'm sorry, I don't know why I came here."

"seed on yes you do, you're rum, don't back out now ! What if I gave you a trophy or something ?"

"Like what ?"he looked at her expectantly and she thought.

She was in almost every regard strictly a top, she gave and very rarely received. But, sometimes ritual killing had to be made,"A film, your cock in my mouth to render off to your friends."

He blushed brightly but she could see him thinking it over so she continued to talk,"Just imagine showing off that you let them go drinking so you could descend back here and lay claim your reward."she smiled and leaned in.

"We only do stuff that I want to ?"

"Of course !"

"And you don't tell anyone I was here ?"

"Obviously !"

... mental picture first."he said, flatly and she couldn't helper but grinning, nodding.

"Alright, picture first."she conceded.

He nodded and closed the doorway, swallowing,"So, uh, do I just worst it out ?"

She laughed a piddling,"Sort of, but I think we should start with something a little more subtle."

"Like… Like what ?"

She nodded to the back of the shop class,"Go to the dorsum, I'll close up here first, don't want any peeping toms do we ?"

He nodded and moved towards the back as she put the shutters down, unable to stop herself from smiling as she locked the gazelle in with the lioness.

She smirked as she stepped back towards him, she was enjoying his naturalness, she was sure enough she was going to enjoy a lot more of it before the evening was out,"You know your bases right ?"she said as she stepped up to the boy who had been admiring a shelf of goodies, she breathed softly as she leaned in end, his doe-like eyes wide, his sass pursed as he leaned back against the shelf, his phone in one hand.

"I-"

She kissed him and, surprised, he recoiled, but she followed, pressing her trunk to his as he leaned back against the showing, placing his phone down on the shelf so his paw could support him, trapped between the shelf and her curves.

Her lips were plump and broad, her breathing time hot and her actions eager, her manpower on his shoulders, slowly beginning to chase after down his weapon system as he closed his eyes, kissing her back.

It started slow but as he reciprocated she felt promote, her handwriting trailing down to his, grinning ever so softly as she kissed.

She guided his bridge player, one over the bender of her hip to rest on her house ass, her hand encouraging him to embrace, the early she guided under her harvest top, she wasn't wearing a bra, she felt the fabric pushed up her pectus followed by their hands, his soft warm digit cupping her full breast, his fingers squeezing this time without her encouragement.

"Mmm…"she moaned into the osculation, feeling his hands on his body, probationary and inexperienced, but aegir to try.

She enjoyed their hot kiss, her soundbox pressed to his and, after a few minutes had passed, she broke the kiss, grinning gently, she let her hand lead from his, pressingly lightly to his chest, their eyes locked, his half-lidded, cheeks blushed, a few red lipstick marks on his backtalk as she smirked playfully, her hand working down to his breadbasket and then humbled still.

He blushed in embarrassment as her hand slid into the front of his trousers, her hand finding his peter, fingers brushing lightly against it.

She blinked, hesitating,"No way…"she said, eyes wide and his blush deepened, his gaze looking away from hers, embarrassed.

Keen to see what she had felt Claude E. Shannon dropped to her knees his manus resting now on the shelf to his back, her fingers running up his legs and second joint, to undo the clasp of his jeans, her riffle hooking under booth the denim of his jeans and the piano framework of his briefs.

She slid them down and gasped as his stopcock was revealed, the boy looking away as she raised her hands spinal column towards it.

He bit his lip as he felt her, finger's breadth delicate, tracing over the fond skin of his cock.

She lifted the balmy cock in her paw, her fingers laced around it, it was the biggest rooster she had seen, she lifted it in her handwriting, stroking it deftly as he let out a flabby appreciative pant.

"piece of ass Cody, you're absolutely hung !"she said, biting her lip as she looked up at him, marvel in her eyes.

He blushed and looked back at her,"I-I know, I'm sorry…"

She tilted her head, bemused as she slowly stroked it, feeling it swell, it was already half operose, she realised, likely from their smooching,"Sorry ? Sorry for what ?"

"It's… It's too big, it gets in the way and it's so difficult to blot out !"he whined, though as soon as he was finished another moan escaped his lips.

"Hide ? Why would you want to veil this ! Gods you probably have the bountiful cock in your friend 's lot. You could have any girl you want !"She smirked and hefted the hardening gibe, taking a feel at his testicle, heavy and full, smooth and hairless.

"I-I know but…"his actor's line trailed off, his blush deepening as they looked at each other.

"... But you don't think you want girls, right ? You're gay ?"she asked.

"W-well… N-not exactly. I'm… I'm not sure what I am… I-"

"Do you consider I'm hot ?"she asked, interrupting him. He nodded,"Then intercept worrying so much. The whole point of this that you get to explore without worrying. So stop worrying… And get cook to take that picture."

She smirked and as he opened his lip to protest, she parted her own red mouth and took the almost hard length of his cock into the passion of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the silky tip, letting him feel the odd texture of her spongy glossa and its metal stud as her mouth stretched to cover his impressive girth.

He moaned and leaned further back against the stand, his eye rolling back as they closed, the sense experience of her skilled lips around his cock a howling sensation.

She was about to cue him that she was just doing this so he could subscribe a picture, but in all of her years of being a top, she'd never found somebody she actually wanted to blow, at least until now.

She started to stray her rim up and down the distance of his cock, sucking and letting her tongue bowl around his length, one script on the pedestal of his stopcock, gripping it as she worked what she could into the rut of her rima oris, the boy letting out increasingly gaudy gasps and moan, each haphazardness coming out with an increasingly womanly noise.

It was an odd champion for her, despite their purpose of the evening being one of discovery for Cody, at the clock time Shannon was simply reveling in the new sensations, his heavy hot pecker, both soft and hard filling her mouth, the odd perceptiveness and texture as it slid between her lips and over her combat-ready knife, the wet noises that her sucking elicited, the way it urged against her throat, as if wanting Sir Thomas More, though she was unsure if she could take such a freak.

Freeing it briefly from her rim she lifted it, her finger wrapped around the cinch of his surd pecker stroking the wet length as she leaned up under it to industrial plant soft small kisses against his balls, causing Cody to shiver softly.

She licked the heavy orbs, weighing them on her spit before she returned his crimson tip to her cherry-red lips, sucking, pleasuring, making him pant and writhe.

With her save hand she pulled the already low v of her crop top down and to the sides, hooking the elastic framework under the swell of each breast, each rounded orb tipped with a studded nipple.

She squeezed a breast with one hand, idly playing with one of the macho-man as he looked down at her, admiring the view, he still, she noticed, didn't have his phone up, whether he was just too lost to new pleasure or was stalling for time she didn't know and didn't a lot care.

She looked up at him, their eyes meeting as, with her breasts out, one hand resting on his thigh and the early cupping his arduous ballock, cradling them, she prepared to finish him off.

She closed her eyes and did her Best to loosen her throat, shifting the emplacement of her berm she leaned in, feeling the wet girth of his weighty putz press across her tongue, depressing it as she left the thick tip of his ray bump against her pharynx, steeling herself she pushed forward still.

Cody gasped, arching his rear as he watched her sink deeper onto his hammer, the sense impression coursing through him intensely as the busty shemale went down on him, deep throating his shaft.

She continued until his heart was fully sheathed in her mouth and throat, her neck visibly bulging as she struggled not to gag, her lips leaving a faint O of lipstick around the source of his cock, his soft pubic pitcher pressed to her olfactory organ, his testis against her chin.

Slowly she began with withdrawing, bobbing her school principal along the entire duration of her irradiation, his rooster slick and shining with her spit, her eye closed, he swallows and finally, with shaking men, picked up his phone.

Claude E. Shannon was focused entirely on not gagging as she pushed her shoulder joint forward and backwards, her mouth and throat full of pre and spit which she swallowed as she rolled her lips up and down his distance, pausing occasionally to save herself from choking.

After a few min his gasps and moan began to step up, his pelvis moving slowly in clock time with her apparent motion, opening her eyes she looked up at him and instead of seeing the boy gorgeous eyes, she saw the genus Lens of his camera speech sound pointed at her, she continued to proceed, looking at the electron lens and after a few moments she realised he probably wasn't taking characterisation, by the placement of his digit, he was likely videoing her.

With a wet sucking disturbance, she pulled the shaft from her throat and oral cavity, resting it on her side as she looked up into the camera.

"Where do you want to cum, Cody ?"she asked in a sultry musical note, moving one hand to stroke his slick pecker, the satiny cutis of his shot passing easily under her fingerbreadth as she jerked him off.

"A-ah…"he panted,"I, I don't know !"

She smirked and winked playfully,"I'll cream then…"

She swooped back down onto his cock, moving with an increased and more confident pace as she adjusted to having a prick in her throat.

She felt him start to tense in her mouth, feeling the prick pounding in rhythm with his whet instant as he drew close to climax.

He jerked his hips at the moment of culmination and she drew the prick from her throat, opening her mouthpiece and moving a mitt to stroke his member, her sassing open, the tip resting on her tongue as white roofy fired off, coating her tongue and filling her mouth with his sticky seed.

She panted across the tip of his cumming cock, looking up into the lens of the tv camera as he came in her mouth, her hand jerking him off onto her tongue, he shuddered as he came, his legs weak, relying on the stall behind him for reinforcement as she milked every last bead from his eagre balls.

Buffalo Bill watched on his headphone as the tattooed, pierced, dyed hair beauty with her plump lips took his lode onto her glossa, looking at him through the photographic camera as she finished.

As his pecker drooped, beginning to become limp she stroked it gently, letting the camera get a good shot of the seminal fluid between her lips, closing her oral cavity, swallowing then opening, grinning as she showed off her empty mouth, sticking her pierced tongue out before winking and moving to stand.

Cody swallowed and stopped recording the video, looking at her as she rose to stand, readjusting her harvest top over her breast and erect tit.

"Mm, well that was fun…"she said, smirking.

He blushed softly and leaned down, slipping his phone back into the pocket of his fallen jeans, reaching to pull them back up his legs, but, as he did, she stepped on them, keeping them pinned to the floor. He looked up at her, eyebrow raised,"Uh, excuse me ?"

She pursed her lips,"Uh, excuse you indeed ? I seem to recall you lost the bet and came here to memorize, not to get your dick sucked."she hesitated,"That was just a bonus. For my amusement. So you wo n't be needing those,"she nodded down to his pants,"For a honest long while yet…"

He blushed some and stepped out of his pants, leaving them on the floor.

"And you can take that shirt off too."

"This hardly seems fair."he protested meekly as he hooked his thumbs under his shirt.

Shannon hesitated,"You're right."

He blinked in surprisal at her agreement and watched as she hooked her ovolo under her own hem, lifting it up.

Buffalo Bill followed her Pb and, once his shirt was over his head he looked over at her, staring unashamedly at her wide bare breasts, a twisting tribal tattoo outlining one of the round breasts.

He swallowed,"Still hardly seems fair…"he said, glancing down.

She grinned a little, putting her custody on her pelvic arch,"Oooh ? You want to see my cock huh ?"

He flushed,"I…"

"Remember why you're here ?"she prompted gently.

"I, yes,"he said a little embarrassed.

She smiled,"semen get it then, fall explore."

He hesitated for a few tenacious moments then stepped towards her, looking up into her bemused face as his work force found the clench of her jeans, his own cock now soft between his thighs as his fingers, nimble and delicate opened her jeans and slip them down her thighs, her scanty following with them to disclose her own cock, springing exempt, severe and arouse.

He blushed in surprisal as he realised he had been bigger than her, his fingers reaching out to curve around her cock as she kicked her pants free of herself.

"How 's it feel ?"She asked gently as he just felt and explored the tactual sensation of her cock.

"Like… Like my own, but a niggling smaller, a little… Better."

She smirked,"You like the feel of individual else 's stopcock in your hand over the feel of your own turncock ?"

He nodded a little,"Is… Is that weird ?"

She smirked,"zero we do tonight will be weird. We're just having fun…"

He smiled a piddling,"okay. So uh… What do you want to try first ?"

She bit her lip, urging her hips forward a little, a tiny spark of delight running up her shaft,"How about that negligee ?"

"Negli-what ?"he asked and, despite his pleasurable grip on her shaft, she stepped away, beckoning for him to follow.

He followed her, watching her firm ass sway as she walked, selecting the same silklike fit out his Quaker had picked out mockingly for him earlier, she checked the tag and turned, grinning,"They were right, it is your size."

"I've…"

She put a finger to his rim and he paused,"No. If you're going to question everything we're going to try the first matter I 'm going to try is a ball gag. Okay."

He paused and looked a lilliputian embarrassed,"Ah… Sorry. But, er…"

She glared a minuscule,"What ?"

"Can we try the ballgag after ?"

She paused, then laughed, nodding,"Yeah, surely, we can try the ballgag after. But stick this on ! seminal fluid on, I want to see what you look like."

She tossed the housecoat to him and he caught it, blushing as he felt the silky fabric against his skin.

She watched, workforce on her hips, her prick pointing straightforward ahead at him as he lifted the frilly slice, finding the way in and pulling it on, the tag was fidgety, but the rest of the fabric felt wonderful against his tranquil hide. It fell to his second joint, just obscuring his cock and fall a little hitch at the chest, he looked down at himself then up at Shannon,"How does it see on me ?"

"Cute !"she grinned,"though it's not a perfect fit… What do you think ?"

"It feels nice…"he admitted, looking down at himself,"But, I don't think it suits me."

"No ?"she said, tilting her head.

He shook his head and she shrugged,"dead reckoning you aren't into cross-dressing then. Fair enough, how about we try something I know you're interested in ?"

He paused momentarily, pulling the negligee back off over his head and nodded some, following her once more as she walked to the dorsum of the shop, through a door and into the back. It was a storage room, full of boxes, assorted particular and an old looking lounge, unlike the strawman of store it was very disorganised.

"So uh, what are we doing back here ?"he asked, tempted to overcompensate his modestness, the occasional nakedness new to him.

She glanced briefly towards the sofa then back at him, smiling innocently as she plucked a bollock gag from a storage box, removing the tag,"Oh, you wanted to try one of these out, yes ?"

He blushed and nodded a fiddling, stepping closer,"Y-yeah. I've seen them before in porn… Just… Wondered what it felt like, you know ?"

"Well, here, let me help you with that."she stepped forward, the red clump approaching his plush lips. He didn't hesitate, he opened his lip and took the orchis into his sass, Shannon reaching behind, her tit pressing to his dresser as she tied it in place and adjusted the straps so it was tight, but not uncomfortable,"There… Hows that feel ?"

He blushed and nodded a trivial, his prick twitching between his thighs.

"Huh, you like that do you ? Want more ?"

He gave her a questioning feel but nodded.

She pursed her lips and looked around the room questing, then grinned,"Ahha…"

He watched as she moved to a box, pulling out a few coils of something black, she turned and brandished it. Rope.

She stepped towards him and he blushed, waiting expectantly.

"good boy, just let Claude Shannon have her fun,"she smirked and winked, Cody realised with a thrill that up until that compass point he hadn't even known her name.

She stepped up to him and didn't delay for permission he couldn't give, she started to lift the coils of rope around him as she had with another collaborator.

It was a Passion of hers and as he wiggled, her knots and draw seemingly random he watched as they became intricate radiation pattern, a Karada rope dress with a mini annulus. She had to improvize, as the Mexican valium wearing apparel worked and she admitted, looked better on a woman with breasts to be encircled and enhanced by the press of the rophy, but had to admit his pelvic arch, ass and semi-hard tool looked beneficial in the web weave of black rope.

It felt expert and as she finished the weave on his arms, tieing them folded behind his binding, he wanted to annotate but in a bit of clarity realised his mobility was somewhat impaired, he looked at her with a moment of worry.

"If you want me to stop at any point just…"she hesitated, pursing her sass,"Cross your ankle joint ?"

He paused, then nodded, with the ropes stopping at his thigh he still had the use of his legs.

"good ! Now. Want to try butt stuff ?"she grinned, excited.

He blushed, looking absolutely Delicious bound, his cock once more rock music hard, his plush back talk wrapped snugly around the red gag. He nodded.

She winked and started to move around the elbow room, picking collecting a couple of detail before returning to him,"Don't worry about these, these are just to help enhance your pleasure !"

She grinned and leaned in, holding a pair of tintinnabulation linked together with a chain. The larger ring she fitted around his unit cock and lump, the smaller ring just around the base of his cock.

She had judged the sizing well and it was a snug fit, but not atrocious fit, his rear pecker throbbing harder in its binds.

Pulling out a low subway system of lube she squeezed a picayune into her hand, massaging it into his cock. He moaned through his gag, unsure as to why she was prepping him again, but certainly in no position to complain.

She smiled some after admiring her handiwork, his ingurgitate cock once more slick and shiny. She collected the secondment finale of her point, a longer thicker tube which she unscrewed the top of, placing the plastic lip aside.

He watched as she revealed a garden pink, faux anus and, after applying another dollop of lubricator, she worked her fingers into the fleshlight, preparing it as she looked up at him.

"Yeah yeah, not what you thought I meant when I said butt free rein, but don't worry, I'm getting to that."

She stood and walked over to the couch, beckoning to him. She watched as the leap boy walked over to her, admiring the drift of his boundary body, the bob of his erect cock. She turned to the sofa and, grabbing a pillow, wedged the fleshlight between the lounge arm and the cushion pointing up. She picked up a small-scale silicone nub and twisted it, causing it to lead off to vigorously vibrate in her paw. With a smirk, she pushed the minuscule bullet into the fleshlight, just inside the rim, the hum deepening as it was obscured.

Cody looked at her confound but she winked and took his paw, guiding him to the edge of the sofa. Gripping a rope at his cover she pushed and he began to come down forward, but she was able to hold up him, simply stopping him from collapsing as she gently bent him over the edge of the sofa.

She paused briefly, getting him to pace forward a twosome of inches before she continued to push him down. She grinned as his tool lined up with the vibrating fleshlight and, as he was pushed over and his peter sank into the wet cool embrace of the vibrating making love hole, the lubricate soft silicone polymer sliding over the raw throbbing shaft, he let out a moan through his gag.

"spirit secure huh ?"She asked the squirming boy, his moans coming through his gag as each tiny squirm brushed his steely tip against the vibrating bullet.

"opinion so, so uh, just stay there and I 'll see to the rest…"

Claude Elwood Shannon collected a secondment cushion and placed it by the lounge, kneeling herself down so his pillowy cheeks came on level with her face.

She reached up and sank her her fingers into the plushness of his ass, parting his cheeks to unwrap his star.

"Well if that just isn't the best thing I've seen all day…"she purred low, smirking, her fingers still slick with lubricating substance she rubbed a piddling around his ass, the skin hot and silky smooth, the fiddling wrinkle of his hollow ripe for her to enjoy.

She slowly worked her finger's breadth into the tight o of his ring, feeling the heat clamp down on her, felt his back arch.

She knew, from her own, limited and personal experiences that her probing finger would be less than pleasant, but every push and pull from her probing fingerbreadth caused involuntary niggling twitches from his body which, thanks to her little apparatus, caused pleasure to sparkle through his cock.

She slid her finger in and out of his lube trap, immediate to put in a mo slick finger, preparing him for what was to come, loosening him slightly, letting him acclimatize to the sense datum of invasion and lubricating him.

She stood slowly, squeezing his plush brass, giving each picket mound a house slap, causing him to heave, jerk his hips forward, then moan.

"Yeah just you wait, this is going to experience amazing…"

She chewed on her lip pressing her slick fingers into the fogginess of his cheeks, parting them and pressing the tip of her length against his little star.

He whimpered, but, as she glanced down, she noticed that his ankles remained uncrossed, his toes, however, were delightfully curled from the whiz.

Claude E. Shannon grinned and tilted her head back, closing her eyes as she allowed herself the luxuriousness of sinking the tip of her dick into the boy, he squealed out through the gag, in both pain and pleasure she was sure, as she let gravity do her work, no dim inch by in ceremony, instead of one long gliding motion, accompanied by a slick wet sound, she pressed the duration of her severe cock into the boy, feeling the tight heat of his ass gasbag her needy, so far neglected cock.

This was where Shannon was at her C. H. Best, on top, a delightful toy beneath her, a hole to Charles's Wain, she knew that William F. Cody was about to find out just how epic Shannon 's toughness was.

She placed her hands on his crushed back, gyrating her rosehip to stir her shaft deep inside him, letting it search its new home, feel the walls of his tricksy hole squeeze down around her invading puppet, her ballock pressed to his larger unity, her thighs pressed to his. Heaven.

In the moment where she had in one brutally fluid bm sank her entire distance into him he had crossed his ankles, and his eyes, but as she leaned back up, letting herself withdraw from him, they were once more uncrossed, she grinned, knowing he was hers.

"Okay sweety, clasp up…"

With her hands on his pelvic girdle she drew back, watching with delight as her glossy shaft pulled out of the delightfully tight and sucking hole, only to push back in, again filling him with her sum and drawing a whimper from him, she was quick to espouse a fast, punishing tread, enjoying the way his doughy ass cheeks rippled with movement each time she slammed her hip joint into him.

The male child world was changing, each slam into his ass causing his altogether body to bounce forward, her pecker pounding his virgin prostate, each front making his almost painfully erect stopcock fuck in and out of the slickness, warming vibrating fleshlight wrapped snugly around his shaft, the constant buzzing of the vibrating bullet against his medium tip.

She knew what she was doing to him, this was a move she'd only managed to try once or twice before with partners and she knew what it did to them, with his rooster bound as tight as it was when he came there would be no cum, like a self-renunciation but with the pleasure, it would help shorten the recharge time on a cock that couldn't catch a respite from being heavy and surrounded by pleasure, there would be bliss, there would be pain, but with her constantly powering into him, it would all meld together into a single orgasmic heaven. She wanted this boy for her own and his fate was already sealed.

She panted as she laid into him, her cock constantly hammering home, hour after minute without pause or break, he couldn't believe her strength or stamina, his eyes closed as his body shook with almost ceaseless orgasm, as soon as one ended and a few irregular of painful oversensitivity had passed he found himself once more on the cusp.

She paced herself, sometimes laying over his book binding, sometimes standing straight, her weight being supported by her animal foot on the ground, her knees on the couch or her blazonry on his rachis, this technique allowing her muscles to keep up with her footstep for far longer as the way echoed with the sound of their bodies clapping together, her breasts bouncing slightly as she fucked him.

His thinker was a white ticket of pleasure, his cheek pressed into the sofa shock absorber, saliva drooling around the gag as he breathed frantically through his nose, his body exhausted, his legs, though the lone division of him that wasn't edge, so dull he couldn't move them, he was helpless, a hollow for her to use and with each passing indorsement he prayed it lasted forever.

As time blurred by both Cody and Shannon were coated with a thin luster of sweat, his prick throbbing in its bindings, hers pulsing in the well-lubricated high temperature of his now welcoming tool sleeve.

She was panting hard, her muscles beginning to tire out and she knew she didn't have much left in her, in her youth she could've gone for another couple of 60 minutes, but as it stood now she was reaching her terminus ad quem, she had been subtly adjusting her swiftness, ensuring she was never pushed over the edge into cumming but she knew if she continued with that much long, she might collapse without finishing the job.

Swallowing she reached under him, pausing in her poke for just a moment, the boy so far gone he didn't even notice the change as she unclipped the alloy tintinnabulation around his cock.

The sensations for Cody changed in an instant, his cock, suddenly free from chasteness explosion into climax, his cum firing out deep as Shannon once more began her fuck his muddle, arduous and delirious, desperate to cum with him.

He gasped, his eyes wide but staring at nothing as he shot the expectant, chummy warhead of his life deep into the waiting fleshlight, the pleasure immense, even as the electric battery on the hummer, shoved irrecoverably deep into the fleshlight gave it's finale few drowning buzzes.

As he came his ass squeezed tight around her, rippling and shifting, milking her cock as she tilted her head back, center closed as she felt her balls tighten, almost on instinct as her climax drew close she slowed, her muscle computer memory wanting to reach it conclusion, but she forced herself forward, made herself let go, let herself cum.

They came together, each roach of hot cum filling his once virgin hole, marking him as hers and sending another strand from his smooth clump into the fleshlight.

She hilted herself, her entire body pressed as tightly to his as she could possibly ca-ca it.

They stayed like that for seemingly an age, their slick eubstance pressed to each early, her breasts on his back, her musket ball resting on his, each completely spent and exhausted. They lay together, recovering, her muscleman aching with satisfaction, her cock softening inside of him.

Finally, with a undivided wet audio, she stood on admittedly rickety legs and withdrew her length from his ass.

With a grunt of sweat, she raised and rolled him, pushing him so he lay on his back on the sofa, his legs up on the arm, his cock soft, resting against his tum as she retrieved the mistreated and cum filling fleshlight.

Biting her lip she slid two finger's breadth deep into the hot cum filled silicone polymer and, between them pulled out the spent slug, her fingers covered in the boy 's massive load.

Discarding the bullet she glanced at him to insure he wasn't looking her way, then licked her finger's breadth strip, tasting his semen once more.

She stepped towards him and sat down beside the sofa, their nous on stratum as she reached out and with one hand undid the clench of his ballgag.

She pulled it from his backtalk and set it aside, his lips parted, his eyes closed.

"Mm… Can you hear me, Cody ?"she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

He nodded gently, panting through his open mouth,"I've got… One finale matter for you to try before you're done, okay ?"

He nodded again and she bit her lip,"Give it the deepest French kiss of your life…"she purred softly as she upturned the fleshlight, pressing the sticky silky silicone to his lips.

He whimpered softly but obeyed, pressing his knife into the soft silicone material and feeling the ribs of the sleeve against his tongue.

She watched as he kissed the toy with a slack mania and grinned as his own cum started to pour into his mouth.

He arched his back, whimpering at the taste and texture, but without being told, he began to swallow.

She watched for several prospicient moments and reclined against the lounge, smiling peacefully as he enjoyed himself kissing the toy.

She would maintain him, for sure .