Anal Ascension
The Anal Ascension of Traci, the Cock Teaser
Traci stood at the entrance of the adult theater, heart pounding with anticipation. She wore a tiny skirt that barely covered her ass and sky-high stripper heels, her legs looking like they could go on for miles. Her long, silky ponytails swayed as she walked, the only thing hiding the sheer embarrassment of her micro penis. Little did she know, her world was about to change in ways she could never imagine.
As she slipped into the dimly lit theater, her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she spotted Mr. Jones, the well-endowed black manager of the establishment. He was a man of few words, but his gaze spoke volumes, leaving Traci trembling in her stilettos. She couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for her.
"Come here, little one," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. Traci obeyed, moving closer to him. He wasted no time in pulling her into his arms, their bodies pressed together as his hands roamed her curves.
"You're new here, aren't you?" he asked, his fingers trailing along her spine. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her eyes wide.
Mr. Jones smirked, his hand cupping her ass as if to gauge its ripeness for what was to come. "Well, Traci, it's time to see what you're really made of."
He led her to the back of the theater, where a small room housed a variety of sex toys and devices. Traci's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and desire.
"Now, Traci," Mr. Jones began, "I'm going to show you what it means to be a cock teaser and a cock pleaser. You're going to learn how to please a man, no matter how big he is."
Traci's heart raced as she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. He reached out, his fingers gently caressing her cheek before moving to her chastity-locked micro penis. She gasped, her body tensing at his touch.
"You're a cock teaser, aren't you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Traci swallowed hard, her eyes welling with tears. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Mr. Jones chuckled softly, his hand moving to her ponytails. "Well, Traci, we're going to fix that right now," he growled, pulling her closer to him.
Without warning, he forced her to her knees, her lips brushing against his crotch. Traci shivered, her eyes glued to the bulge in his pants. He was massive, and she knew that she was about to face the challenge of her life.
"Take it out," he commanded, his eyes never leaving her. Traci hesitantly reached out, her fingers fumbling with his belt before finally freeing his massive cock. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock as it sprang free, towering above her like a skysc****r.
"Now, Traci," he began, his hands gripping her ponytails, "it's time for your lessons to begin."
For hours, Mr. Jones relentlessly fucked Traci's mouth and throat, pushing her to the brink of agony. Her eyes watered, her lips bruised and swollen, her tiny body trembling with each brutal thrust.
"You're such a good little cock teaser, aren't you?" he growled, his hands tangled in her ponytails. Traci whimpered, her eyes wide and pleading as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Now, Traci," he began, his voice low and menacing, "it's time for the real test. It's time for you to show me just how much of a cock pleaser you can be."
Without warning, Mr. Jones pulled her to her feet and bent her over a nearby table. Traci whimpered, her eyes wide as she felt the cold, hard surface against her stomach. He was going to take her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
"You're going to take it all, Traci," he growled, his massive cock pressing against her tiny, tight asshole. "You're going to show me what a good little cock pleaser you can be."
Traci cried out, her body shaking as he thrust into her with a brutal force that left her breathless. She screamed, her body trembling as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her ass like a vice.
"You're such a good little slut, Traci," he growled, his voice dripping with lust. "You're taking it all like the good little cock pleaser you are."
Traci sobbed, her body wracked with pain as he continued to ravage her. He was relentless, his cock stretching her tight asshole to the point of no return. But she refused to give in, her eyes clenched shut as she silently endured the brutal onslaught.
"You like that, don't you, Traci?" he growled, his hands gripping her hips. "You like getting fucked by a real man."
Traci trembled, her body shaking as she struggled to hold on. Mr. Jones laughed, his hands moving to her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples as he continued to fuck her.
"You're such a good little cock pleaser, Traci," he growled, his voice dripping with lust. "You're going to make me so fucking hard."
For hours, he continued to fuck her, his massive cock pounding into her tight asshole until she was nothing more than a quivering, sobbing mess. Traci begged for mercy, her body trembling as she struggled to hold on.
But Mr. Jones was relentless, his cock stretching her tight asshole to the point of no return. And as the night wore on, he began to pimp her out to all the other black patrons, each one eager to take their turn with the tiny, helpless girl.
Over the course of the weekend, Traci was ***** by over 300 men, her body battered and bruised beyond recognition. Her eyes, perfect face, and show chastity-locked micro penis were all that remained untouched, her tiny tits and ass slapped and beaten as she was violated over and over again.
And as the weekend came to a close, Traci lay in a heap on the floor, her body broken and bruised beyond repair. Mr. Jones loomed over her, his massive cock still erect and ready for more.
"You're a good little cock pleaser, Traci," he growled, his eyes filled with lust. "You're going to make me so fucking hard."
But Traci was beyond words, her mind shattered and broken as she struggled to hold on to what little sanity she had left. She was no longer a person, no longer a woman. She was nothing more than a toy, a plaything for the men who had used and abused her.
And as the sun rose on the third day, Traci crawled out of the theater, her body battered and bruised beyond recognition. She was a shell of her former self, her eyes hollow and empty as she stumbled through the streets, alone and forgotten.
Traci stood at the entrance of the adult theater, heart pounding with anticipation. She wore a tiny skirt that barely covered her ass and sky-high stripper heels, her legs looking like they could go on for miles. Her long, silky ponytails swayed as she walked, the only thing hiding the sheer embarrassment of her micro penis. Little did she know, her world was about to change in ways she could never imagine.
As she slipped into the dimly lit theater, her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she spotted Mr. Jones, the well-endowed black manager of the establishment. He was a man of few words, but his gaze spoke volumes, leaving Traci trembling in her stilettos. She couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for her.
"Come here, little one," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. Traci obeyed, moving closer to him. He wasted no time in pulling her into his arms, their bodies pressed together as his hands roamed her curves.
"You're new here, aren't you?" he asked, his fingers trailing along her spine. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her eyes wide.
Mr. Jones smirked, his hand cupping her ass as if to gauge its ripeness for what was to come. "Well, Traci, it's time to see what you're really made of."
He led her to the back of the theater, where a small room housed a variety of sex toys and devices. Traci's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and desire.
"Now, Traci," Mr. Jones began, "I'm going to show you what it means to be a cock teaser and a cock pleaser. You're going to learn how to please a man, no matter how big he is."
Traci's heart raced as she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. He reached out, his fingers gently caressing her cheek before moving to her chastity-locked micro penis. She gasped, her body tensing at his touch.
"You're a cock teaser, aren't you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Traci swallowed hard, her eyes welling with tears. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Mr. Jones chuckled softly, his hand moving to her ponytails. "Well, Traci, we're going to fix that right now," he growled, pulling her closer to him.
Without warning, he forced her to her knees, her lips brushing against his crotch. Traci shivered, her eyes glued to the bulge in his pants. He was massive, and she knew that she was about to face the challenge of her life.
"Take it out," he commanded, his eyes never leaving her. Traci hesitantly reached out, her fingers fumbling with his belt before finally freeing his massive cock. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock as it sprang free, towering above her like a skysc****r.
"Now, Traci," he began, his hands gripping her ponytails, "it's time for your lessons to begin."
For hours, Mr. Jones relentlessly fucked Traci's mouth and throat, pushing her to the brink of agony. Her eyes watered, her lips bruised and swollen, her tiny body trembling with each brutal thrust.
"You're such a good little cock teaser, aren't you?" he growled, his hands tangled in her ponytails. Traci whimpered, her eyes wide and pleading as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Now, Traci," he began, his voice low and menacing, "it's time for the real test. It's time for you to show me just how much of a cock pleaser you can be."
Without warning, Mr. Jones pulled her to her feet and bent her over a nearby table. Traci whimpered, her eyes wide as she felt the cold, hard surface against her stomach. He was going to take her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
"You're going to take it all, Traci," he growled, his massive cock pressing against her tiny, tight asshole. "You're going to show me what a good little cock pleaser you can be."
Traci cried out, her body shaking as he thrust into her with a brutal force that left her breathless. She screamed, her body trembling as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her ass like a vice.
"You're such a good little slut, Traci," he growled, his voice dripping with lust. "You're taking it all like the good little cock pleaser you are."
Traci sobbed, her body wracked with pain as he continued to ravage her. He was relentless, his cock stretching her tight asshole to the point of no return. But she refused to give in, her eyes clenched shut as she silently endured the brutal onslaught.
"You like that, don't you, Traci?" he growled, his hands gripping her hips. "You like getting fucked by a real man."
Traci trembled, her body shaking as she struggled to hold on. Mr. Jones laughed, his hands moving to her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples as he continued to fuck her.
"You're such a good little cock pleaser, Traci," he growled, his voice dripping with lust. "You're going to make me so fucking hard."
For hours, he continued to fuck her, his massive cock pounding into her tight asshole until she was nothing more than a quivering, sobbing mess. Traci begged for mercy, her body trembling as she struggled to hold on.
But Mr. Jones was relentless, his cock stretching her tight asshole to the point of no return. And as the night wore on, he began to pimp her out to all the other black patrons, each one eager to take their turn with the tiny, helpless girl.
Over the course of the weekend, Traci was ***** by over 300 men, her body battered and bruised beyond recognition. Her eyes, perfect face, and show chastity-locked micro penis were all that remained untouched, her tiny tits and ass slapped and beaten as she was violated over and over again.
And as the weekend came to a close, Traci lay in a heap on the floor, her body broken and bruised beyond repair. Mr. Jones loomed over her, his massive cock still erect and ready for more.
"You're a good little cock pleaser, Traci," he growled, his eyes filled with lust. "You're going to make me so fucking hard."
But Traci was beyond words, her mind shattered and broken as she struggled to hold on to what little sanity she had left. She was no longer a person, no longer a woman. She was nothing more than a toy, a plaything for the men who had used and abused her.
And as the sun rose on the third day, Traci crawled out of the theater, her body battered and bruised beyond recognition. She was a shell of her former self, her eyes hollow and empty as she stumbled through the streets, alone and forgotten.
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