Homer Gets Disappeared by
Ra's Elf the Younger
BJ
was husky and musky and breathtakingly athletic, a blur of splits
and thrusts, of kicks and spins and squats, and her wraps and
climbs up onto the stage pole were things of legend, particularly
in view of her close-to-the-earth body build -- she defied
gravity when she wrapped herself around and rose upon the shiny
pole! After BJ danced, I could barely relax enough to polish off
my drink, and it was impossible to speak -- dry of lip and
swollen of tongue, I'd make my way a bit unsteadily back up to
the bar and sit there, shaking under the spell of BJ's dancing.
Some other dancer'd come onstage, but I'd sit in stunned and
anxious anticipation, waiting for BJ to emerge from backstage to
do her floor promenade: BJ had a slow and hungry and even
predatory sort of stride as she cased the joint for likely johns
to sidle up beside and hustle for drinks, and I always felt that
whoever she stopped beside was a goner, a lucky jerk helpless to
refuse her. I'd be unable to take my eyes off BJ as she strode,
those rolling ass cheeks and the swaying of her immense tits --
she would be half-clad in something flimsy that was totally and
of course purposefully incapable of hiding both her sweaty animal
flair and her bold air of complete female command. No one else
had her earthy mix of dominating qualities, and I was a stew of
conflicting desires and relief when she sidled up alongside
someone else -- it was as if I feared BJ fully as much as I
longed to be selected by her.
A
tall partition separated the bar area from the tables area, and
when a john bought a dancer an expensive enough drink, she'd take
him around to the far side, where the barmaid couldn't see ... it
was dark and private-like over there, but one could still see up
to the upraised stage, which was big enough for several dancers,
or for any number of large accompanying props. I'd to go over and
sit by myself there when BJ danced, and I'd stay in the shadows
so she couldn't see me. There was a ring of chairs all around the
apron of the stage, but I was too shy to declare my interest so
blatantly; besides, by sitting in shadow, I was able to observe
the behaviors of the other johns with their dancer "dates."
It was common to see, even in that dim lighting, intense groping
and guys with their dicks out getting jacked off, but I noticed
most of that action stopped when BJ'd be up. I wasn't the only
one who returned to the bar speechless and dizzy -- we'd all be
breathless and expectant when BJ made her slow promenade the
length of the bar after her dances. Even the other dancers would
be spellbound and I'd see those other half-clad gals glance
sidelong at BJ passing by -- their eyes would cut downward over
BJ's full-figured body with a furtive fast look of undisguised
awe and hunger. BJ never paid the slightest attention to all the
lustful gaping. She took it all for granted and would continue
her slow advance till she found the right john. But BJ was
selective: if she didn't see exactly the mark she wanted to work,
she'd come back down the bar, with that same slow and deliberate
stride, and she'd take a seat by herself and order her own drink.
She'd ask for a towel from the barmaid, and she'd sit there
wiping off the sweat till she cooled down enough to go make The
Walk again.
I'd
sit at the corner end of the bar where I'd have the closest view
of the stage, from where I could also stare down the length of
the bar -- once, BJ sat in profile two stools away from where I
watched her as she cupped and wiped each glistening breast in
turn, going inside her flimsy bra with the towel snug around her
hand, but very deft so that she kept her nipples concealed,
showing only the breast's heft and curve. She never even glanced
at me while she did this and when she finished she stood up and
strode behind me to where the jukebox was. I looked over my
shoulder to see her leaning there, studying the selctions, with
the colored flashing lights of the jukebox highlighting her and
licking at the outline of her full figure. Her strong thighs were
lit along their insides, and the reflected glow even lit the
undersides of her butt cheeks. Beside the jukebox was the door to
the mens room and I headed for it, glancing over BJ's shoulder as
I went by, catching a dizzying glimpse of her hanging tits as I
passed by. Standing at the urinal, my swollen prick was so
violently upraised I couldn't aim into the urinal properly so I
zipped up with my hard-on still raging and when I walked out BJ
was still bent over the jukebox but this time she glanced first
at my crotch then up into my eyes and her look was knowing and
just a little bit smirky and then she rose up and turned just as
I passed, her heavy bosoms brushing me briefly. I sensed her
falling into step behind me and when I climbed onto my barstool
my whole body was burning and I gasped when I felt BJ press up
against my back and say to me, "I know you sit back there in
the dark when I dance -- get your shy ass down front where you
can see me better," and her voice was matter of fact when
she said this, very calm and assured, but with a tone I felt as
intimately as if her hot wet tongue was buried in my ear. In that
delicious and helpless moment, Bj was gone, and I heard her
footsteps retreating and I turned to see her disappear thru the
door that led to the steps that went up to the stage.
Every
move BJ made onstage held me transfixed. She swung round the pole
directly above me, her wide and muscular ass spreading where she
squatted close to my upturned gaze. I could even feel the heat
that would come off her in waves. Her thong worked itself up
between her cheeks and when she spread in a squat I could see how
the fabric worked itself up into the lips of her cunt and it
seemed as if I could smell her juices and then she spun up and
around so that she was facing me and she again went down into a
squat and her pussy lips were terribly highlighted and her great
breasts hung heavy against her kneecaps and then she lowered
herself onto her hands and knees and she was close enough I could
have licked her enormous breasts which hung and swung right over
my glass and again she turned, so that now it was her immense ass
that was close enough to lick and it was her puffy and barely
covered pussy that almost touched my glass and when I looked
between her thighs I could see her breasts swinging, and between
her breasts I could see her upside down face, her eyes staring at
me, that same calm, challenging look she'd given me when I'd come
out of the mens room with my cock still so painfully hard and now
my cock was in that condition again and BJ's look told me that
she knew it and my eyes returned to the enormity of her wide butt
and I felt myself leaning into its promise helplessly but BJ
anticipated my helplessness and just that quick was gone again,
up on her feet and dancing away from where I sat in breathless
worship, a sucker for whatever game she wanted to run on me.
After the dance I returned to my seat at the corner of the bar
and when BJ came out after her dance she walked the length of the
bar just as she had before, and my eyes were glued to the rolling
heave of that ass that I had almost pressed my lips to -- I could
not take my eyes off her ample cheeks and she rolled them as she
strode and I knew she had me now.
We
sat in the dim shadows on the other side of the partition and BJ
did all the talking because in my state of tongue-tied lust I was
speechless. She was shining with the sweat of her dancing and I
watched how the sweat ran down between her tits and she laughed
at me and she let the thin support strap fall off one shoulder so
that one of her breasts swung free, its heavy glistening
surrounding its nipple, which was dark and erect. As she talked
she let her hand rise along my thigh to my crotch.
"You
want to suck my tit, don't you?" She laughed, squeezing my
bulge. I was as yet still unable to speak as BJ unzipped my pants
and pulled my cock out. I knew she would try to jack me off and I
shifted myself uncomfortably, as if to signal her that I wasn't
ready to be fondled so boldly.
"We
get a lot of goofy fuckers in here. Yesterday some old fart had
me put out my a cigarette on his balls, " She had not only
pulled my cock out, but then she gripped my scrotum and pulled my
balls out, too. She pinched them lightly and then her fingers
gripped the head of my cock. At the same time she drained what
was left of her drink and then she asked for another but her
timing set off alarm bells and I suspected I'd be broke in no
time at this rate so I managed to say no to her request. I didn't
want to suck her tit in that bar, and I didn't even really want
her to make me cum in that bar. As badly as I wanted her and as
much as I felt she had taken my will and pride and that she could
do whatever she wanted with me, I couldn't bear the thought of
her making me cum so that then it would be over and I'd be just
another discarded goofy fucker whose pocket she had picked and
who she would tell stories about to the next sap she picked on.
True to her professional ethics, BJ immediately tucked her big
tit away and stood up to leave. It was as if she was letting me
know how worthless I was. In a desparate act of longing and
worship, I leaned forward fast and licked her ass before she
walked off.
"I
should have known," she smirked over her shoulder, "just
one more hopeless ass man." And BJ strode off, my cock still
out. The sensation of having had my face on her ass made my skin
burn and I was thrilled because when BJ called me an Ass Man she
said it with a hint of a smile! I felt I was glowing in the dark
as I reached down to put my cock away but my excitement was so
pronounced my dick was already starting to spurt. Quickly I
managed to zip it in, but it continued to spurt even as I stood
up and made my way clumsily to the mens room. To be walking thru
a bar with my cock spurting cream inside my trousers was a novel
experience, to say the least. I leaned against the wall in the
mens room, my face still burning. I had made quite a wet mess of
myself and I started to try and clean myself up. But the mental
images I was having of BJ's magnificent butt cheeks caused my
still cum-sopped cock to again begin swelling and I felt both
trapped and comforted in my helplessness. With a whimper of lust
I licked my own cum off my fingers. When I at last emerged I
noted that BJ found some other john to work and she didn't come
to where I sat and I found myself so ennervated with lust that
eventually I staggered out of the club, a defeated but odlly
exhilarated shell of a man.
When
I returned a few days later the joint had been shuttered, closed
by the vice police. There were several other titty bars in the
small towns on that side of the river and in the weeks that
followed I canvassed them all, asking if BJ still worked as a
dancer around town and that's how I learned BJ had moved to
Lexington, about ninety miles south of the river. Months went by
and I never fell under the sway of another dancer even as
remotely intoxicating as BJ had been, but then one evening I
walked into into a club in Covington and there she was, working
not as a dancer but as the floor waitress. BJ was in a skimpy
dark silk number that just did reach down to the bottom of her
hips, and it was lowcut indeed, and I was amazed and appalled and
it was glorious to find her again. The club was a long bar in
front, with a tables area way in the back, and the stage also
back beyond the tables. There were a few tiny tables along the
wall across from the bar and I sat at the first one, close to the
waitress station near the front of the club. I could sit at that
little table and watch BJ walk the entire length of the bar as
she carried drinks to and from the rear area. I could watch all
the action from my seat, how the gals worked the johns at the bar
and all, but what I really watched was BJ. She remembered me -- I
could tell because as she walked she would give the backside of
her hemline a little flick so I'd catch a glimpse of that
wondrously wide ass and the deep crease between its cheeks ...
she would stand at her waitress station and lift the back of her
skirt up over her cheeks, palming her hip absentmindedly, teasing
me by pretending that she didn't know I was gaping at her.
Eventually she stopped to ask if I needed a drink, and she stood
with her great bosoms at my eye level and I again felt the animal
heat of her sexuality coming at me in waves and she took a deep
breath so that her chest grew even more fabulous and I said to
her "I've missed you so much" and I let my hand grip
along the back of her calf as she replied, "You only missed
my big jugs," and I answered her, "Oh you know it, BJ,
your tits are incredible, but you know I'm an Ass Worship man,"
and BJ laughed knowingly and turned and lifted her hemline again
and I impulsively pressed my face there and lapped one of her
cheeks and then she was gone again and all I could do was sit
breathlesly and watch her go. Much later she came back to where I
sat, only this time she pressed a piece of paper into my nervous
palm and whispered "I'll give your ass the good beating it
needs ... call me." I watched her some more that night until
I couldn't take it anymore -- she was at the waitress station
with her back to me as I left and I leaned against her &
whispered a query about what time should I call and the back of
my hand was down brushing lightly between her cheeks as I
whispered and she glanced into my eyes with that same calm and
challenging look that I remembered so well, and she said for me
to call at noon tomorrow, and then I left, visions of her
powerful full-figured form looming in mind.
She
had a trailer on the outskirts and her bed was wide and firm and
she did not take any time at all in ordering me out of my clothes
and onto my belly on that firm bed. Just before my face hit the
pillow I noticed the afternoon sun beaming thru a side window of
her trailer but I could not know I would not see sunlight again.
"You
want to worship my ass, but I want to make you cry first,"
she said, and I felt her climb aboard my head, forcing my face
deep into the pillow as she commenced to wallop my buttocks. BJ's
strength was a tonic, shocking and fierce and I found myself
wincing and moaning, my buttocks burning with the rapid fire
onslaught of her two-handed assault. I realized she was wearing
gloves to protect her hands, and then I realized she was no
longer using just her hands, but had switched to a paddle. Her
attack was getting painful indeed and she was grinding her warm
and greasy underparts hard against the back of my neck and I
tried to call out but my cries were muffled and I cherished the
feel of her wet heat as she fucked my head and the back of my
neck as she beat me. Gradually I sensed a slight lessening of her
fury. My cheeks were twitching uncontrollably and then of a
sudden the attacks stopped but I could still feel myself pinned
as she began spreading a lotion up into the crack of my wounded
posterior -- it was soothing and BJ poured the the lotion deep
and rubbed it in and then I knew that it was an analgesic she was
lathering me with because the burning sensation increased
dramatically and my discomfort grew almost unbearably confused
because BJ started to screw me with a huge dildo even as she
continued grinding on the back of my neck and head ... my cheeks
and asshole were on fire as BJ drove the fake cock deep up into
my bowels mercilessly and I was surely weeping with pain and
outrage and, yes, even pleasure ... I involuntarily lifted my
hips to meet the rhythm of her rough thrusting, spreading my legs
so that she could drive even deeper into my ass. The sensations
were extraordinary and wholly exquisite and all I wanted was for
BJ to continue fucking my ass and grinding along the back of my
neck and it was right about then that she pulled her big toy out
of me and turned me onto my back. BJ squatted her big ass onto my
face and reached under my legs and pulled my hips into the air
and she began lapping me privates simultaneously --she had my
face smothered under her and my own ass was high in the air,
exposed to her whims.
"I
want your tongue way up in my ass" she commanded, and that
was exactly what I also wanted and I pressed the tip of my tongue
against the starfish of her anus and I could feel her making anus
relax and then my tongue went slowly up into her and I could feel
her butt cheeks on either side of my face and her heat and grease
was making me forget my own name and then, when my tongue was as
far up inside her slackened sphincter as I could get it to go, I
felt her anal ring tighten so that my tongue was slowly forced
back out. But she immediately relaxed again, very slowly, so that
my tongue was sucked back up into her and she played with my
tongue like this for the longest time, fucking my tongue slowly
with the way her dark rosebud repeatedly tightened and slackened
and rode up and down, gripping and holding me snug until
eventually she began to shake spasmodically and I could tell she
was coming, her waves of orgasm causing powerful ripples that
made the muscles in her wide ass grip my head as in a vise and
take my breath away ... I was growing faint with the power of
this face-fucking bitch and a terrible exhaustion overwhelmed me
and I longed to pull free from her ass but she kept me buried and
again I felt the big dildo driven into me and I squirmed to get
free but BJ would not let up and she wailed away with a switch in
her other hand, screwing and beating my ass simultaneously while
also rubbing down harder and harder as her orgasms continued and
I felt shaken and in fear, as if under an earthquake of lust, and
her greasy juices poured over my face and I swallowed everything
helplessly and when her mouth finally closed upon my cock and
balls she took my jism from me in great swallows as if to
rehydrate her own spent juices, sucking me powerfully and
thoroughly till I was completely drained. But she would not let
me up and her sucking action continued and so did her grinding so
that it felt like I was being pulled inside out but her buttocks
pressed and ground down harder over my punished face, keeping me
pinned there until I sensed that this enormous and relentless
amazon was entirely capable of taking more than my pride, maybe
even my life! BJ was consuming my entire being, she was
disappearing me so thoroughly that I could no longer tell where I
was, only that I was completely consumed and that her heat
enveloped my entire form, closing wholly down around my lost
being until I lost all but the tiniest spark of my consciousness
and was beyond all hope of rescue ...
I
go with BJ to the club every night now, and the loud music the
dancers dance to comes thru to me muffled, as if from another
room ... I am so thoroughly BJ's that I move when she moves, and
her heartbeat is a great drumming in my ears, and when BJ
sometimes decides to get up onstage to dance, I am completely
with her, my grateful being swung and buffetted by her thrusts
and spins, my eyes sightless now as she keeps me with her, hidden
from the world but most intimately a part of her every move all
thru the night and all thru the days -- I am the swung slave I
always wanted to be, wholly enclosed within her churning and
steamy bottom, and no one even knows I'm there, except for the
mighty BJ, my mistress and my muse!
THE (ever-loving)END