Accidental Icon
ACCIDENTAL ICON
by themoonatic
WHY THE FUCK DID I TELL HIM? She screamed inwardly as he squeezed and pulled
her big engorged puffy nipples.
She was naked in the 57 degree March weather except for her shoes, feeling helpless
and vulnerable, the crowd laughing and jeering and recording.
Her life was ruined now, she was certain. The whole world would see her disgrace.
You LIKE that, you little white ****** BITCH?! he bellowed as he yanked again.
You gonna cum for us, HO? Tell us when you gonna cum.
Presently Chrissy felt her orgasm approaching. Blushing an even deeper red and
sobbing uncontrollably, she gasped, "I'm gonna CUM! I'm CUMMING! I'M CUMMMMINNNGG!
Her eyes rolled up into her head as her breath seized, the tears still pouring out.
UNNNN!! she moaned loudly, expelling her breath as the orgasm hit in total defeat and
humiliation while her *********** cock jumped and copious strands of semen gushed out
onto the sidewalk....
Earlier that day:
It was before Lockdown and masks and the rest of the insanity that's befallen us.
Chrissy was just walking down the street wearing her black capri pants, white tank and
yellow vinyl Spring jacket. On her feet were a pair of soft 2 inch heel clear
flexible, soft plastic strappy heel sandals. Comfortable but sexy, showing off
her girly, shapely feet and her turquoise toenail polish.
"YOU THERE!" She looked around, startled.
"Yes, YOU!"
Chrissy wondered what on Earth she could have done to anger the large, muscular
African Amertican man.
"LOOK AT YOU, dressed in your expensive designer clothes, strolling down the
street like you own it!"
Chrissy could only stammer, confused. She never burdened her mom with buying
designer ANYTHING. Her whole outfit probably cost well under $100; no-name brand,
pretty but cheap vinyll, Rayon and and a plain white tank top.
Even her makeup was inexpensive, bought on sale from a supermarket and her
cell pnone was a cheap Tracfone smartphone just adwquate for social media.
Maybe the yellow vinyll jacket gave her the appearance of being flashy?
"M-my clothes aren't even expensive-"
"BULLSHIT!" We all know your White Privilege got you all these things you take
for granted." He continued, "Did the security guard follow you around when
you shopped for these luxury items and paid with your White Supremecy
American Express card?"
"I used a Visa gift card and I DON'T buy expensive things. My mom works long
hours to provide for us."
"LYING RACIST!! the man retorted.
Being a total lightweight, timid and naive, Chrissy was on the verge of tears.
She started to believe this man. After all, would he feel so strongly if his
convictions were unfounded?
"Prove it to us then. Prove to us you're sorry for oppressing brown and black people."
Naive little Chrissy was always eager to please and not very good at asserting herself.
"Get on your knees and apologize to all the brown and black people. Renounce your
White Privilege. Know what it's like to be oppressed!
Poor little Chrissy dropped to her knees, weeping, and apologized to the crowd of
minority and white activists for things she vaguely knew she wasn't guilty of but
was too weak and afraid to speak up about.
The crowd cheered but weren't satisfied.
Chrissy was now shaking in terror, afraid they would beat her to death.
The muscular black man crouched down in front of the gurl, causing her to pull
back in fear.
"Relax, girl, I ain't gonna hurt you." he said, soothingly.
"I just need one more thing from you. Tell me what would humiliate you the most
if it happened right now." Seeing her fear and hesitation, he reassured her,
"Say it softly in my ear."
Chrissy told him she was a Tgirl and went on for a full ten minutes giving him
a detailed story of the worst things that could happen short of being beaten.
The man looked surprised at the amount of detail that went into her scenario and
asked, "Did you just come up with alla that cold? And you really a boy? Shit, you too
pretty to be a boy.
Foolishly she admitted that it was a collection of various secret masturbation
fantasies she often played in her head.
"You really cum from gettin your nipples yanked on?"
"Yes," she admitted. "Sometimes I masturbate that way without even touching my penis.
It makes me feel more girly."
"Do you want us to do all that shit to you, gurl?"
"No, Oh my GOD, no," Chrissy pleaded truthfully.
"OK then, we ain't do it."
The gurl let out a great gasp of genuine relief.
Then the speaker knew she was telling the truth.
"Only one way we gonna do this, ******," he said, grinning.
He stood and announced to the crowd that Chrissy was a shemale and she was going to do
a walk of shame.
"Don't nobody hurt this bitch. She repenting all her sins against us."
Chrissy stripped naked but was allowed to keep her shoes.
"I'll hold your purse, it'll be safe."
She wasn't worried about the purse. She only had like fifteen dollars and
a gift card with 40 dollars left on it, no ID, nothing else valuable.
She came the largest amount ever as he brutally squeezed and pulled on her
nipples, making her squeek and scream and cry her heart out.
The crowd cheered as they recorded it all and live streamed it.
It went viral instantly.
Chrissy then dropped to her knees again, opened the man's pants and took his large
penis out.
It grew and stiffened as she took it into her mouth.
She worked it diligently, determined to please him.
She licked and sucked the length of his massive shaft, sucked his balls, gagged on it
and tasted his precum oozing out. OMG there was so much of it.
She always enjoyed sipping delicious salty precum.
The aroma of his genitals, his balls, his legs, the big plump egg-sized head of
his huge cock overwhelmed her. She almost forgot her humiliation for a few moments,
focused only on his wonderful manly cock pouring his fluids into her eager mouth.
Then she felt his balls pulling up as he got ready to cum.
"SWALLOW IT BITCH!" he roared.
Suddenly Chrissy returned to reality and was aware of the crowd watching, cheering,
recoording and shouting obscene insulting remarks at her.
His ejaculation caught her by surprise, pumping his tangy sperm like a super soaker
watergun. Semen leaked out from around her mouth even though she had it tightly
clamped around his love pole. She gulped and swallowed to endless gushes of man juice,
even more overwhelmed by the powerful scent of his seminal fluids; that intense
flat acid, mushroom farm world of overpowering smells that filled her entire being,
the entire Universe.
She obediently pulled her mouth away and stuck her tongue out shamelessly so the crowd
could see and record him shooting the last two pumps onto her face, her lips, cheek,
hair. It dribbled down her chin onto her lovely natural C Cup tits.
Overwhelmed, intoxicated, dizzy, cum dronk, defeated, owned and feeling warm contentment
mixed with the shame.
The whole world was watching and she knew it.
"GET UP BITCH."
Again he shouted to tbhe crowd, "NOBODY GONNA HURT THIS BITCH. SHE SHOWIN US SHE SORRY."
They marched her down the block. Even the TV news recorded her. (Edited versions were aired)
Men and women grabbed and slapped her ass, groped her tits, ran their hands all over her body.
They spat on her tits, in her face, on her ass. They pissed on her and at one point she was
made to kneel down while a group of about six or seven men jerked off all over her.
Then a young black woman took off her pants and p!ssed in her face.
"THAT'S ENOUGH! THAT'S ENOUGH! SHE PUNISHED ENOUGH."
She didn't even know the name of this man that was humiliating and protecting her
until much later.
As the world watched, he asked her, "DO YOU RENOUNCE YOUR WHITE PRIVILEGE?"
"Little Miss Mousey" Chrissy, barely understanding, reeling from the semen intoxication
managed to shout, "I RENOUNCE MY WHITE PRIVILEGE! I APOLOGIZE TO ALL THE BROWN PEOPLE
AND BLACK PEOPLE AND THE NATIVE AMERICANS FOR STEALING THEIR LAND! I APOLIGIZE FOR
MY WHITE SUPREMACY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SO, SO, SORRY!!"
"Do you need to go to the toilet?" the man whispered in her ear.
She then realized that she did, badly.
"Sh!t or p!ss?" "Both," she answered.
"Squat right here and do it on the sidewalk, like the a****l you are."
Chrissy obeyed again. The crowd erupted in laughter and applause at this added spectacle.
"Now she will wipe herself with this expensive garment her White privilege provided her."
Chrissy wiped her ass with the cheap tank top.
Finally satisfied, the crowd allowed her to leave.
Her tormentor and protector gave her back her clothes and purse but commanded her to
leave her jacket open and her tits exposed to show her repentance.
Chrissy staggered away. A news van crew sat her down inside and did a quick interwiew.
Chrissy had no idea at all what just happened. It was all a blur to her but she sounded
eloquent, like she was speaking profound truths.
They asked questions about the significance of her leaving her breasts exposed, about
wiping with the symbol of her White Privilege (Her cheap cotton-mix top)
A ranking production assistant showed up in his BMW with a body guard and drove her home.
Chrissy's mom was shocked. She got her showered, washed the cum out of her hair and put
her to bed.
The gurl collapsed into her mom's arms and cried. Mom comforted her and tucked her in.
Chrissy gradually regained her awareness and started laughing. Mom in the next room
thought she was crying.
Chrissy was a celebrity and became a famous Tgirl porn actress.
Then Hollywood grabbed her and she enjoyed a long successful movie career.
All of it was accidental, misinterpreted, misunderstood but Chrissy played along with it.
Deep meanings where there was no meaning at all.
And nobody had a fucking clue.
------------------------------------THE END--------------------------------------
by themoonatic
WHY THE FUCK DID I TELL HIM? She screamed inwardly as he squeezed and pulled
her big engorged puffy nipples.
She was naked in the 57 degree March weather except for her shoes, feeling helpless
and vulnerable, the crowd laughing and jeering and recording.
Her life was ruined now, she was certain. The whole world would see her disgrace.
You LIKE that, you little white ****** BITCH?! he bellowed as he yanked again.
You gonna cum for us, HO? Tell us when you gonna cum.
Presently Chrissy felt her orgasm approaching. Blushing an even deeper red and
sobbing uncontrollably, she gasped, "I'm gonna CUM! I'm CUMMING! I'M CUMMMMINNNGG!
Her eyes rolled up into her head as her breath seized, the tears still pouring out.
UNNNN!! she moaned loudly, expelling her breath as the orgasm hit in total defeat and
humiliation while her *********** cock jumped and copious strands of semen gushed out
onto the sidewalk....
Earlier that day:
It was before Lockdown and masks and the rest of the insanity that's befallen us.
Chrissy was just walking down the street wearing her black capri pants, white tank and
yellow vinyl Spring jacket. On her feet were a pair of soft 2 inch heel clear
flexible, soft plastic strappy heel sandals. Comfortable but sexy, showing off
her girly, shapely feet and her turquoise toenail polish.
"YOU THERE!" She looked around, startled.
"Yes, YOU!"
Chrissy wondered what on Earth she could have done to anger the large, muscular
African Amertican man.
"LOOK AT YOU, dressed in your expensive designer clothes, strolling down the
street like you own it!"
Chrissy could only stammer, confused. She never burdened her mom with buying
designer ANYTHING. Her whole outfit probably cost well under $100; no-name brand,
pretty but cheap vinyll, Rayon and and a plain white tank top.
Even her makeup was inexpensive, bought on sale from a supermarket and her
cell pnone was a cheap Tracfone smartphone just adwquate for social media.
Maybe the yellow vinyll jacket gave her the appearance of being flashy?
"M-my clothes aren't even expensive-"
"BULLSHIT!" We all know your White Privilege got you all these things you take
for granted." He continued, "Did the security guard follow you around when
you shopped for these luxury items and paid with your White Supremecy
American Express card?"
"I used a Visa gift card and I DON'T buy expensive things. My mom works long
hours to provide for us."
"LYING RACIST!! the man retorted.
Being a total lightweight, timid and naive, Chrissy was on the verge of tears.
She started to believe this man. After all, would he feel so strongly if his
convictions were unfounded?
"Prove it to us then. Prove to us you're sorry for oppressing brown and black people."
Naive little Chrissy was always eager to please and not very good at asserting herself.
"Get on your knees and apologize to all the brown and black people. Renounce your
White Privilege. Know what it's like to be oppressed!
Poor little Chrissy dropped to her knees, weeping, and apologized to the crowd of
minority and white activists for things she vaguely knew she wasn't guilty of but
was too weak and afraid to speak up about.
The crowd cheered but weren't satisfied.
Chrissy was now shaking in terror, afraid they would beat her to death.
The muscular black man crouched down in front of the gurl, causing her to pull
back in fear.
"Relax, girl, I ain't gonna hurt you." he said, soothingly.
"I just need one more thing from you. Tell me what would humiliate you the most
if it happened right now." Seeing her fear and hesitation, he reassured her,
"Say it softly in my ear."
Chrissy told him she was a Tgirl and went on for a full ten minutes giving him
a detailed story of the worst things that could happen short of being beaten.
The man looked surprised at the amount of detail that went into her scenario and
asked, "Did you just come up with alla that cold? And you really a boy? Shit, you too
pretty to be a boy.
Foolishly she admitted that it was a collection of various secret masturbation
fantasies she often played in her head.
"You really cum from gettin your nipples yanked on?"
"Yes," she admitted. "Sometimes I masturbate that way without even touching my penis.
It makes me feel more girly."
"Do you want us to do all that shit to you, gurl?"
"No, Oh my GOD, no," Chrissy pleaded truthfully.
"OK then, we ain't do it."
The gurl let out a great gasp of genuine relief.
Then the speaker knew she was telling the truth.
"Only one way we gonna do this, ******," he said, grinning.
He stood and announced to the crowd that Chrissy was a shemale and she was going to do
a walk of shame.
"Don't nobody hurt this bitch. She repenting all her sins against us."
Chrissy stripped naked but was allowed to keep her shoes.
"I'll hold your purse, it'll be safe."
She wasn't worried about the purse. She only had like fifteen dollars and
a gift card with 40 dollars left on it, no ID, nothing else valuable.
She came the largest amount ever as he brutally squeezed and pulled on her
nipples, making her squeek and scream and cry her heart out.
The crowd cheered as they recorded it all and live streamed it.
It went viral instantly.
Chrissy then dropped to her knees again, opened the man's pants and took his large
penis out.
It grew and stiffened as she took it into her mouth.
She worked it diligently, determined to please him.
She licked and sucked the length of his massive shaft, sucked his balls, gagged on it
and tasted his precum oozing out. OMG there was so much of it.
She always enjoyed sipping delicious salty precum.
The aroma of his genitals, his balls, his legs, the big plump egg-sized head of
his huge cock overwhelmed her. She almost forgot her humiliation for a few moments,
focused only on his wonderful manly cock pouring his fluids into her eager mouth.
Then she felt his balls pulling up as he got ready to cum.
"SWALLOW IT BITCH!" he roared.
Suddenly Chrissy returned to reality and was aware of the crowd watching, cheering,
recoording and shouting obscene insulting remarks at her.
His ejaculation caught her by surprise, pumping his tangy sperm like a super soaker
watergun. Semen leaked out from around her mouth even though she had it tightly
clamped around his love pole. She gulped and swallowed to endless gushes of man juice,
even more overwhelmed by the powerful scent of his seminal fluids; that intense
flat acid, mushroom farm world of overpowering smells that filled her entire being,
the entire Universe.
She obediently pulled her mouth away and stuck her tongue out shamelessly so the crowd
could see and record him shooting the last two pumps onto her face, her lips, cheek,
hair. It dribbled down her chin onto her lovely natural C Cup tits.
Overwhelmed, intoxicated, dizzy, cum dronk, defeated, owned and feeling warm contentment
mixed with the shame.
The whole world was watching and she knew it.
"GET UP BITCH."
Again he shouted to tbhe crowd, "NOBODY GONNA HURT THIS BITCH. SHE SHOWIN US SHE SORRY."
They marched her down the block. Even the TV news recorded her. (Edited versions were aired)
Men and women grabbed and slapped her ass, groped her tits, ran their hands all over her body.
They spat on her tits, in her face, on her ass. They pissed on her and at one point she was
made to kneel down while a group of about six or seven men jerked off all over her.
Then a young black woman took off her pants and p!ssed in her face.
"THAT'S ENOUGH! THAT'S ENOUGH! SHE PUNISHED ENOUGH."
She didn't even know the name of this man that was humiliating and protecting her
until much later.
As the world watched, he asked her, "DO YOU RENOUNCE YOUR WHITE PRIVILEGE?"
"Little Miss Mousey" Chrissy, barely understanding, reeling from the semen intoxication
managed to shout, "I RENOUNCE MY WHITE PRIVILEGE! I APOLOGIZE TO ALL THE BROWN PEOPLE
AND BLACK PEOPLE AND THE NATIVE AMERICANS FOR STEALING THEIR LAND! I APOLIGIZE FOR
MY WHITE SUPREMACY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SO, SO, SORRY!!"
"Do you need to go to the toilet?" the man whispered in her ear.
She then realized that she did, badly.
"Sh!t or p!ss?" "Both," she answered.
"Squat right here and do it on the sidewalk, like the a****l you are."
Chrissy obeyed again. The crowd erupted in laughter and applause at this added spectacle.
"Now she will wipe herself with this expensive garment her White privilege provided her."
Chrissy wiped her ass with the cheap tank top.
Finally satisfied, the crowd allowed her to leave.
Her tormentor and protector gave her back her clothes and purse but commanded her to
leave her jacket open and her tits exposed to show her repentance.
Chrissy staggered away. A news van crew sat her down inside and did a quick interwiew.
Chrissy had no idea at all what just happened. It was all a blur to her but she sounded
eloquent, like she was speaking profound truths.
They asked questions about the significance of her leaving her breasts exposed, about
wiping with the symbol of her White Privilege (Her cheap cotton-mix top)
A ranking production assistant showed up in his BMW with a body guard and drove her home.
Chrissy's mom was shocked. She got her showered, washed the cum out of her hair and put
her to bed.
The gurl collapsed into her mom's arms and cried. Mom comforted her and tucked her in.
Chrissy gradually regained her awareness and started laughing. Mom in the next room
thought she was crying.
Chrissy was a celebrity and became a famous Tgirl porn actress.
Then Hollywood grabbed her and she enjoyed a long successful movie career.
All of it was accidental, misinterpreted, misunderstood but Chrissy played along with it.
Deep meanings where there was no meaning at all.
And nobody had a fucking clue.
------------------------------------THE END--------------------------------------
5年前
