Warning: this story contains bestiality, gang bangs, nc-sex, etc.
author note1. This is another story inspired by the art of Uncle Sickey. A brilliant CG artist. You can find some of his art on http://unclesickey.deviantart.com/. And a thanks to Thomas. My spell checker.
author note2. For legal purposes I
have to say that the two Hollywood stars called Angelina Jodie and Megan Foxy
are in no way related to the real movie stars Angelina Jolie and Megan Fox.(yeah
right)
American Dream Truth, liberty and a quick buck.
Written by: The Pumping Pony.
Jessica Dondertits was working as an ordinary humble adult entertainer and part time hooker, but in her spare time, she was American Dream, a super heroine working to preserve the American way.
Today, she was working at a peep show club called Da' Black Hole.
She was working as American Wet Dream. No one had suspected that the woman working as an adult parody of American Dream was, in fact, the real thing.
Her outfit was a red, white and blue latex overall that connected with her mask that reached from her neck to up over her nose leaving her blonde hair free. In the past, she had two different outfits, One for her super heroine work as American Dream and another for the peep show.
But now she had customized one outfit so she would only have to remove a few patches, fastened with snap buttons which revealed her pussy and ass to become American Wet Dream.
She had made a very good living doing this and she had gotten used to an expensive lifestyle.
Then came the bitch from Hollywood. An actress researching a part for a movie had given up on her acting career and settle down at the peep show.
Now she had stolen the show and American Wet Dream was loosing money.
Her credit cards were maxed out, bills were piling up and the debt collectors were breathing down her neck.
She walked past the glory holes where three women standing with there asses pressed against the holes so paying men could fuck them from the other side.
Further down the hall there was a door. She looked inside through a two-way mirror mounted in the door.
Inside was her biggest competitor. Some time ago, a Hollywood actress named Angelina Jodie had come to the peep show in research of a part in a movie. One of the peep shows male performers called Zeus had fucked her into submission. Now the slut was working the show for free.
The bitch was in there now with Zeus and two other men, getting fucked hard and stealing Jessica's customers and her money.
American Wet Dream was surprised that the Hollywood starlet had endured this long. The peep show had an eight hour workdays with mandatory overtime.
Things had been tight lately and she was having a hard time making the rent.
She walked off to her room.
It was in the far end room used for the acts of a legally questionable nature. She entered the room.
It was an old bare wood walls and gray black tiled floor. The walls had old pieces of cardboard nailed to them with prices and suggestions written in black marker. Everything was stained with various bodily fluids. In a corner was an old wooden crate filled with old sex toys, most were broken and fixed with glue and duck tape. All of them unwashed after years of daily use.
The room had the smell of sex, sweat and broken dreams. This was where the women of the peep show went on their way out of the show. It was one step away from rock bottom.
She flipped the switch on the wall that signalled she was in business.
There were three hatches that covered windows into private booths. Technically there were four booths but one was broken and was now used as a broom closet.
Next to each hatch were slots where customers would put their money. Above each were timer buttons that would open the hatch for a given amount of time.
Then there would only be a thin sheet of Plexiglas between her and the customer.
They all appeared empty.
She walked over to the crate and picked up a vibrator. It was her favourite. It was held together with electrical tape and the twist knob that regulated the vibrations was replaced with a flip switch So it was either off or on max.
She sat down on a wooden stool, worn smooth by years of sensual gyrations. She started working her clit.
She massaged herself slowly, not rushing to the orgasm, building to one big orgasm. She felt the pressure boil inside. She was taking it further then before, denying herself minor orgasms, trying for one brain melting whopper of an orgasm. The kind that would leave her on the floor gasping for air.
She was at the end of her rope. Unable to tease herself any more.
She opened her mouth to cry out in the anticipated orgasm when she heard a crack and a fizz.
A streak of blue smoke came from the vibrator which had snapped in half from her rough treatment.
The cry of orgasm became a scream of frustration as she flung the busted device into the wall where it made an electronic crackling noise and died.
She thought about getting another toy and looked to the crate of filthy toys. Flies were hovering over it and she sighed.
She heard a soft clink from one of the money slots and she walked up to the hatch and looked in it.
She found a penny inside the money tray and clenched her fists in anger.
She needed to make some serious money and soon. American Wet Dream was tempted to push the one minute button and just stand there giving the finger to the cheap bastard.
She looked through the peep hole to see the bastard.
To her surprise she found him well dressed. A fine suit and expensive looking sunglasses.
In short he looked like money.
She picked up the coin and pushed the thirty seconds button and gave the man inside an "I'm sorry" look.
Holding up the tiny coin. With cute pouting lips and a look in her eyes that said 'Daddy, please, may I have some more?'
He made a motion with his hand up and down his chest. Showing he wanted her to unzip and show her tits.
She gave him an inviting smile as she slowly worked the zipper down her front. As the timer ran out and the hatch closed. She gave him a good view of her left boob.
Another coin clinked in the slot tray. This time a quarter.
She bit back her anger and forced a sugar sweet smile on her face.
She pushed the half minute button and the hatch slid open.
He made a slow spinning motion with his hand. Telling her to turn around and show her ass.
She rotated slowly on her heel and bent over. She slapped her ass. Making a loud cracking noise.
Then she spread her ass cheeks. Giving him a good view of her pink butt hole.
Looking back over her shoulder. She met his eyes and she licked her lips.
As the time ran out. He pulled out one of the thickest stacks of money American Wet Dream had ever seen and waved it like a fan under his chin.
American Wet Dream gasped at the sight of the money.
A dollar bill slipped through the slot. She pushed the five minutes button and the hatch opened again.
“Hey. Big spender. How can I make your day?” American Dream asked. Fanning her own face with the dollar bill, eyeing his stack of money while giving her first genuine smile of the day.
“What do you have in that box?” he asked. With an odd lisp but she paid it no mind as he was holding a huge wad of cash. And it would do no good drawing attention to it.
“Some toys. You wanna watch me play?” she asked.
“I want you to take one up the ass.” He said. Pushing three dollar bills through the slot.
American Wet Dream picked up the smallest one she could find. It was a red one about half the size of her pinky.
“You can handle bigger than that,” he said.
“I think we both can do bigger,” she said eyeing the money slot.
Without saying anything he put another one dollar bill in the slot.
She grabbed a five inch skin coloured one with a suction cup on the end of it.
She put it on the stool and started riding it and rode it fast and hard. She now to put on a good show. But one fuelled out of frustration and anger.
The timer ran out again and she stopped her ass riding. Her ass was slightly sore, not from the size but the friction. The peep show didn't supply lube to its female employees. They were expected to supply it themselves. And American Wet Dream couldn't afford any.
Another three dollar bills were pushed through the money slot.
American Wet Dream felt herself starting to boil over in anger. The fucking bastard had all the money he needed and he was drip feeding it to her.
She pushed the button again. Fighting back her anger.
“How was that sugar,” she asked. Anger shining through her fake smile.
“Uninspiring. Try again and if you make it a good show. I promise I'll put something extra in.” He said. Replying her angry smile with a mocking one.
She set the timer for a full fifteen minutes and picked a black dildo from the box.
It was over a foot long, as thick as her wrist and it had a rough ribbing all the way from the fist sized head to the fake balls on the base.
She slapped it down where the last one had been. Then she sat down hard on it. Letting the pain of the full penetration show on her face.
She noted that he seemed to like it and made it her business to torture her own ass for the full fifteen minutes.
Looking in to his eyes the whole time. She made her ass bounce on the stool so hard it started it creak. Sweat stung her eyes and dripped down her latex outfit by the time the timer ran out.
There was a clink noise in the money slot.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” she yelled and walked to the hatch. A slight limp in her step from the rough treatment of her ass.
Another penny was in the slot tray.
She mashed the timer buttons with an angry hand. Opening the hatch.
“What the hell do you expect from me.” She asked. Starring daggers at him.
He took the big stack of bills and pushed it half way through the slot.
He picked up a cardboard box of the floor, folded aside a corner of the thin sheet of Plexiglas where the screws had fallen out.
“Open it,” he said.
Inside she found a double headed anaconda of a dildo, folded in half to fit in the box. It was a three foot smooth pink bitch tamer, made to have the biggest whore begging for mercy.
“What do you want me to do with this?” she asked. The mere sight of the magnificent dildo had started to dampen her anger.
“I want you to make it disappear. You have one hour to take it all up your ass. If you can do it you may have the money,” he said.
American Wet Dream was about to protest. She noticed the stack of bills wasn't ones or even tens. They were hundred dollar bills.
“Do you have any lube?” She asked.
He merely shook his head with a smile. Then he picked up an egg timer and started it.
He placed it on the sill below the Plexiglas so she could see it.
Forty-five minutes later.
American Wet Dream was on her knees bent over, face on the floor. With both hands she was reaching behind her. Trying to force the pink dildo deeper.
The first foot had been difficult, the second had been an act of agony to get inside her.
Now she was working on the third.
She pulled it out a foot then she rammed it in again as hard as she could. Over and over again. But it wouldn't go deeper.
The ticking sound of the egg timer was driving her mad. Probably why he had chosen the noisy thing in the first place.
She tried a different approach. Squatting over the stool while holding the dildo pointed down. She started hammering it in her with the weight of her body.
It was working, but slowly, and it hurt like nothing before.
With only minutes left. Only the second head of the dildo was left. It felt like the first head was about to cum out of her mouth. She wondered briefly if that would disqualify her.
Her tired leg trembled and she slipped. She fell ass first onto the floor.
She swore in pain as the pink dildo slipped deeper. She realized that only half an inch remained.
She put both hands on it about to give it h hard push as the room was filled with a loud ringing.
The hatch slammed shut.
She threw herself after the money still sticking halfway out of the slot and missed by an inch as the money was pulled back leaving it empty.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD. YOU CANT LEAVE ME EMPTY HANDED!” She bellowed in to the slot.
A business card and a penny was dropped into the slot.
After a few minutes of yelling curses that would make a sailor blush. She picked up the card.
She reed the card. 'Witchypoo Spells and Conjuring's. Come to 666 Scary Road.' On the back he had written 'If you want a second chance at the money. Come meet my employer. 08:30 AM. Keep the dildo.
Igor.
Hours later.
American Wet Dream walked into the locker room. At the Peep Show.
She found Angelina Jodie sweaty and covered in cum. She was on her hands and knees appearing to be staring intently at a crack in the floor.
Then the Hollywood starlet gave a heave and emptied a stomach full of cum on the floor.
“Rough day?” American Wet Dream asked. Taking a bit of pleasure in the rough treatment Angelina was getting.
“If they just didn't make me swallow every load of cum. It wouldn't be so bad. But what can you do but to open wide and swallow.” Angelina said
'You can piss off and let me be the big star again.' American Wet Dream thought.
“It gets easier. Just don't eat anything before the show. You can live off the cum.” American Wet Dream said. Hoping the bitch would succumb to the cum-scurvy that had almost killed her when she was new to the show.
The door opened and the manager stepped in. He was a fat man in a leisure suit who always smelled of cheap cigars and even cheaper aftershave.
“You, Hollywood. You are working a double shift. I got a new bitch for you to train.” He said and walked out. Expecting Angelina to follow.
“You can't call me a bitch,” a voice said from outside.
Who ever had mouthed off to the manager received a loud bitch slap in reply.
American Wet Dream helped Angelina on to her feet and followed her out.
“You got to be fucking kidding me.” American Wet Dream said to her self. As she saw the woman nursing a red hand print on her left cheek.
It was obvious what had happened. When Angelina Jodie quit the role she was researching at the peep show. The part had gone to another actress.
And here she was, Megan Foxy.
The manager guided Angelina and Megan to the big performance room and more or less shoved them inside. Where a fresh group of men stood.
“You know I'm not doing the stuff she has been doing.” Megan Foxy said.
“Yeah, well, they'll going to be done to you. You dumb bitches need to learn to read the fine print,” the manager said as he slammed the door shut.
“Excuse me, Boss. Can I have tomorrow off?” American Wet Dream asked.
“Fine. We can manage without you.” The manager said and walked off.
American Dream was a bit stunned. She had thought she would have to fight for her time of or at least give the boss a blow job. But he had dismissed her.
Competing with two Hollywood stars. It might be to much for her.
She wouldn't know what to do with her self if she didn't have the peep show.
Next morning 8:20 AM.
American Wet Dream was in the back of the cab that drove her here. She was
sitting in the lap of the driver, riding his cock. She had hoped that she would
have earned enough to pay for the cab.
But she had spent her money on a few bills, food and an extra large tub of lube.
Having finished off the driver, she left the cab and walked to the Witchypoo mansion.
The building looked like something from an episode of Scooby Doo. Storm shutters creaking in the wind, faded paint flaking off everywhere and an oddly looming weather vane.
At the door she grabbed the door knocker and gave it a light tap which resulted in a weary disproportionally loud bang.
A tall man thing that looked like a parody of Frankenstein's monster answered the door. Rough, stitched scars were all over his hands and face and thick neck bolts stuck out above his collar.
“Madam knocked?” he said in a slow deep voice.
American Wet Dream paused examining his face.
“You! It was you. You had me shoving that monster up my ass. Then you left me with nothing for my efforts.” American Wet Dream said, steaming in anger.
“Madam is mistaken. I left you that pretty penny.” Igor said with an amused smile.
“Why do you look different. How?” She asked. She realized that this was why he was talking with a lisp. His tongue didn't belong in that mouth.
“Mistress Witchypoo uses her powers to make me look more normal when I run my errands. She awaits you. This way.” He said. Gesturing for her to enter.
In the witches chamber.
American Wet Dream walked into the chamber. It was filled with pentagrams,
occult books and skulls with candles dripping wax on them. The air was stuffy,
filled with the smell of incense and sulphur.
There she sat on a big chair with elaborate gargoyle like carvings.
Witchypoo was a powerful witch.
She looked and acted like a bubbly teenager but those who knew her, knew she was a lot older. Maybe in her hundreds. Her brunette hair was in a double beehive like hairdo. Her naked, perky body was a stark contrast to the macabre room decorations.
“American Dream. My favorite do-gooder. I'm so glad you could make it.” Witchypoo said with a radiating smile.
“I'm American Wet Dream. It's an act I do.” She said. Trying to preserve her cover.
“There's no need to play games with me. Igor has been watching you and he is very good. I know you are American Dream. You work at the peep show known as Da Black Hole. As American Wet Dream. very clever and I know you have money troubles. How am I doing so far?” Witchypoo said, glowing in the opportunity to show off how clever she had been.
“You forgot my cup size. What do you want with me?” American Dream snapped back.
“I need your body. I'm summoning this spirit of sorts and I need you to give birth to it's corporal body. Oh and they're 38 double D's.” Witchypoo boasted.
“And why should I help you.” She asked.
“Money and a lot of it. Enough to pay off all of your debts. That is what the American dream is all about, isn't it? Truth, liberty and a quick buck.” The witch said with a half smile.
“What do I have to do?” American Dream asked. Starting to give in to the temptation.
“I will breed you with six anointed beasts. To have you conceive the body of my new pet.” Witchypoo said. Trying her best to make it sound like an easy task.
“Promise you won't do any thing evil with it.” American Dream said putting one hand on her hip. Giving Witchypoo a questioning look.
“Oh. I just want it as a pet. Fetch my slippers, guarding my home, remove 'problems'. Nothing too bad.” Witchypoo said. She snapped her fingers and a stack Of cash appeared in a flash.
“Half now, half later.”
The summoning.
On the Witchypoo estate was a large forest. Filled with old trees with twisted
limbs and thorny bushes.
Everything looked like it came straight out of a Grimm's Fairy Tale. Where troll's and fairies would hide behind every rock. There was an odd mixed feeling to the forest. Part menacing danger, lurking in the shadows and part warm innocence, a friendly Mother Nature feel.
They came to a clearing were the six beasts awaited.
There were two dogs. They looked like mastiffs. They looked identical, almost like twins except one was black and the other white.
There were two bulls, also one black, one white.
The last two beasts were two huge Clydesdale horses. Again, one black and the other white.
They were standing around a stone altar that had a six pointed star painted around it.
All around grew little pink flowers that looked a bit like vaginas. They emanated a sweet fragrance that made it hard for American Dream to think.
The sight of the animals made a part of her mind recoil. She had newer tried sex with an animal before and the sight of the bulls and Clydesdales had her worried that she might be split apart.
But the rest of her mind was not listening.
She walked forward to the altar. Smiling like she was a school girl going out on a date with the cutest boy at school.
She couldn't recall getting on to the altar or the first dog mounting her. But suddenly the white dog was on top of her. Pumping her hard and fast. The huge knot trying to force its way inside her with every powerful thrust.
The pain of the cantaloupe sized knot penetrating her was enough to break her out of Witchypoo's spell for a split second. But then the pink fog descended on her mind and she started to orgasm.
As if no time at all had passed, she looked over her shoulder and saw that the black dog was fucking her.
Thick frothing cum was dribbling down her inner thighs. The orgasm made her blackout. She realized.
The fear of loosing control snapped her out yet again. She decided to try and escape. But before she could act to the decision. Witchypoo's magic flowers claimed her sanity once more. As the fast pounding of the dog made her cum with a mind shattering force.
A dark shadow loomed over her. Legs with cloven hooves gripped the altar. As the white bull mounted her. It's huge cock was pushing into her ass.
Soft human flesh gave way to the might of the beast. A cock bigger than the double headed dildo Igor had given her earlier, started to pound her ass.
The savage fucking of her ass sent her in and out of awareness. At the end of each blackout, she found herself coming off of a great high and her throat was sore, like she had been screaming loudly.
As the black bull finished by filling her to the breaking point with cum. It pulled out, spilling a ton of cum on the ground.
American Dream felt herself being turned over so she was laying on her back on the altar.
The stone slab started to morph. Forming hands that gripped her arms and legs and spreading them wide.
The stone then solidified, trapping her in that position and with a snap of Witchypoo's fingers, the spell was lifted from American Dream's mind.
She turned her head and saw Witchypoo and Igor holding video cameras, filming every thing.
“What's going on? Why are you filming this?” American Dream asked.
“Oh. There was no ritual. I was bored and thought it would be fun to humiliate one of you superheroines.” Witchypoo said with a mocking nonchalance.
“Mistress is ever so good at entertaining herself.” Igor chimed in.
“I want to stop this now.” American Dream said.
“I'm sure you do. But I have more fun coming your way.” Witchypoo said gesturing for the first horse to mount the helpless superheroine.
The cock making it's way to her cunt with alarming speed was impossibly thick. To American Dream it seemed to be no way for it to fit inside her.
But the stretching she received from the dogs and bulls, and the slick coating of their cum. Allowed the horse to get the tip of his cock in.
Brute force did the rest. The fucking was savage. But all she could do was to lie there and take it.
She looked down between her jugs and saw a bulge on her stomach take the rough shape of a horse cock. As the flesh of her body wrapped around the huge member of the beast.
He penetrated her pussy in an upward angle. Stretching the bulge out up over her ribs and in between her tits. Giving her a simultaneous pussy and tit fucking. If she had been less than super human. It would have wrecked her body.
They came together. He pumping the biggest load of cum inside her that she had ever seen.
She passed out as the orgasm took the last bit of her strength.
Next day.
American Dream awoke to the sound of big hooves stepping on hard ground. Slowly
opening her eyes she saw cobblestones passing by her as she was bobbing along a
street. Something was in her mouth. A roll of hundred dollar bills, so big it
was hurting her, was being held in there by a leather strap around her head
like a money ball gag.
The pain in her mouth was nothing like the pain in her ass. Turning her head around she soon realized she was strapped under the black Clydesdale. It's huge erect cock was shoved deeply up her ass.
Bright flashes caught her eye.
She was belly riding the huge animal down main street in the center of the city. Scores of tourists that had come to see the annual city midsummer parade was watching her being led down the parade route with gaping mouths.
Behind her was a float. With big LCD screens displaying her at work trying to force the huge double headed dildo up her ass and her at the fake ritual. Doing things she didn't even remember doing.
On top of the float sat Witchypoo waving to the crowd like she was the queen of the world.
The horse's bobbing walk started sliding American Dream up and down it's huge cock.
She fought hard against her orgasm. Trying to save her last shred of dignity.
But soon she was moaning like a whore under the horse.
The end.