Message-ID: <45680asstr$1070413802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: hgrant08028@yahoo.com (H. Grant) X-Original-Message-ID: <119b204d.0312020751.229afbec@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 2 Dec 2003 15:51:43 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 2 Dec 2003 07:51:43 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} The Perfect Blonde ch. 2 (M+f/teen/bimbo/anal/drugs/ws/mild scat) Date: Tue, 2 Dec 2003 20:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, hecate The Perfect Blonde ch. 2 (MMf/teen/bimbo/anal/drugs/ws/mild scat) by H. Grant The next day in school, Sandy broke her fifty dollar bill during her lunch hour and met with her dealer in a private area of the woods. She bought a decent supply of cocain and left quickly to return to her classes before her break concluded. After taking a tiny snort like the white trash pig that she was, she became extremely excited about her modeling opportunity with this new aquaintence of hers - Mr. Trent. He seemed to really care about her and she would do almost anything to stay in his good graces. Sandy knew that there would be another man in the "studio" watching her model, but the combination of drugs in her system and the deep anticipation of becoming a real star and dropping out of school for good clouded her judgement. So what if there was going to be another man, no one would know about it. It wasn't like she had told anybody - least of all her stupid teachers or parents. It was hard not telling her friends on the cheerleading squad though. Sandy liked to recieve attention and she loved to brag. However she understood what Mr. Trent meant when he told her not to tell anybody. She was only 16, and he obviously didn't want to get either of them into trouble. It made sense to her and so she said nothing. That evening, Sandy dressed in a poor white trash outfit. She wore a pair of cutoff daisy-dukes that were ripped and torn at the base. They were also a size too short for her - which revealed some of her precious soft white ass cheeks. Her soft white bottom looked round and firm in the mirror - begging to be touched, massaged, and explored. Sandy smiled to herself as she look at herself in the mirror. She knew what Mr. Trent liked in a young girl and she was more than willing to give it to him. She also wore a trashy looking cherry red cutoff top - which was extremely short because it was nearly three years old and Sandy and done some growing since she was thirteen. She wore no bra for this occasion, and her luscious boobs were clearly outlined and the bottom portions of her soft white globes were plainly visible to the naked eye. Sandy finished applying a heavy dose of cherry red lipstick to match her trashy cutoff top and her deep black eyeliner and mascara - which had also been applied in heavy doses. After taking a big snort of coke from her private stash under her small bed, she hurried downstairs and snuck out the door before her mother could ask stupid questions. It was a long walk, but she quickly made it to the practice field at school and waited anxiously for Mr. Trent's familiar SUV to pull up by the curb. Like clockwork, Mr. Trent arrived with someone else in tow. It must have been the other "gentleman" that he had mentioned to her the other night. Sandy liked admirers and so she didn't mind. She got a good look at him before she was instructed to get in the back seat. The man was young and handsome and seemed very well built from the limited view she could see. Sandy felt herself becoming slightly attracted to him - and her stupid lil' cunny became moist and damp as she imagined doing some "sexy" modeling for him. The men said very little to her during their trip back to Mr. Trent's studio basement. They exchanged small talk amongst one another and occasionally glared at Sandy in the rear view mirror. They weren't looking at her face - rather her slutty looking outfit and jiggling boobs which bounced slightly every time the SUV hit a bump in the road. Sandy didn't mind. She liked being admired and wanted to become a famous model some day. This was just the starting point - or so she thought. Once inside Mr. Trent's establishment, Sandy was led back down to the basement. Mr. Trent led the way while the stranger followed behind her. She was led into the main area which was surrounded by even more cameras than before. "Should I change Mister?" asked Sandy innocently - remembering how Mr. Trent wanted to be called "Mister" at all times. "I think we will start with what you're wearing sweetie. I can see that you're learning what kind of model we're looking for in a girl like you." Replied Mr. Trent eyeing her body all over again. Mr. Trent hadn't bothered to introduce the stranger to Sandy. Though this made her slightly uncomfortable, she assumed that annonymity was part of "the business" and so she didn't think much of it. The cocain she had taken before she had left her house was now in full effect and her worries had already begun to desolve in front of the two men. The stranger's name was Mr. Dodson. He was a wealthy business esecutive from New York who had come to see the session. He was a close friend of Mr. Trent's and shared many of the same sexual interests and deviencies. He could see that this stupid blonde was getting high as a kite and he eyed her worthless body with evil admiration and anticipation. Sandy's daisy dukes already had a damp wet spot growing at the crotch - a clear indication that she was creaming herself in front of them. "Stand up on the center table Sandy. Do a little white trash dance for us." said Mr. Trent. "I hope you don't mind if we degrade you a little Sandy. Just remember, if you behave yourself and do as you're told, you'll make twice the amount of money you made the last time." Sandy only had to hear the word money once before she made up her mind. So what if they degraded her. No one else would know about it and besides, she liked the idea of earning $100 dollars this time around. She made her way toward the center table and began to climb onto it. "Slowly dear....slowly. Mr. Dodson and I want to see some seduction first." Chimed Mr. Trent. "Crawl up on your hands and knees and wiggle your stupid little ass for us. We want to have a nice view of your bottom." Sandy obeyed. Despite her drug haze, Mr. Trent's words had stung her a little bit. The words "stupid" and "white trash" began to resound in her mind like a broken record. And slowly it dawned on her that despite the money she would soon be making, she was clearly being used for their perverse enjoyment. She crawled up onto the table slowly making sure to stick her bottom out seductively. She gave it a slight wiggle and sway - back and forth in a slow and deliberate manner - providing her audience with an open invitation toward various "anal" perversions. Mr. Trent turned to Mr. Dodson and winked. This young teen was indeed a keeper. Mr. Dodson watched with evil lust as the sleazy blonde stood up on the center table and began swaying her hips. Mr. Trent moved to a small sterio at the corner of the room and turned on some rythmic dance music - all instrumental of course. The two men both grab some chairs and resumed their attention on the dumb blonde as she gently swayed her hips to the music. She was still fully clothed at first, and had to be prodded by Mr. Trent to remove her top. She wore no bra, and her soft round boobs bounced seductively up and down for the two men. Her soft pouty nipples looked so fleshy, pink, and inviting and she was instructed to squeeze and pinch them for Mr. Dodson. Mr. Trent withdrew a small digital camera and began filming her routine. "Now turn around and try to touch your toes. C'mon honey. It shouldn't be a problem being the flexible cheerleader that you are." Sandy turned around exposing her daisy duke covered ass to the camera. Then she bent over with little difficulty and touched her toes. Her bottom stuck out and the men could see some of the dampness in her lower crotch area. This young cunt was definately enjoying herself. "Pull your jeans down a little darling...give us a nice tease." said Mr. Trent firmly as the music continued to blare in the backround. Sandy stood up briefly to unbutton her daisy dukes. It was at this moment that she became aware that she had creamed her white trash panties. Her face turned crimson red as she realized that the men had probably seen this already and assumed that she had peed herself. Blushing uncontrollably she tried to maintain her rythem with the music while she unbuttoned her jeans. She kept her back to the camera and bent over again making sure to peel her slutty jeans half way down her soft white bottom. It was the perfect "peek-a-boo" routine and the two men were eating it up like lustful animals. Mr. Trent and Mr. Dodson thoroughly enjoyed the site of the young teenybopper bending over with her jeans and panties exposing nearly half of her ass crack to the camera. It looked soft, spungy, and fleshy - just like the soft white tissue that comprised her stupid little brain. "A little more dear. Show us a little more won't you?" Said Mr. Trent as he zoomed in on her bottom. It was clear to Sandy where this was heading. These two men wanted more than just a view of her ass crack. They wanted to see what was INSIDE! Blushing even more, Sandy did as she was told. No amount of drug influence could hide her embarassment now. "A little more dear, and show your face to the camera. I'm sure your future audience would like to place a face with the bottom. Not that your face is the more important of the two, it's just that some men like to see a young girl blush when she pulls her pants down. That's it dear...show more of your hiney to us." Sandy was still bent over as she turned her head to the side and stared back behind her. Her blushing face could clearly see the two men behind her snapping pictures and using the video camera. Slowly and reluctantly she hitched each of her thumbs to the sides of her trashy daisy dukes and began to pull them down further - exposing her entire ass crack for their perverse viewing pleasure. "Reach behind you and squeeze your cheeks sweetie - men really like that." Added Mr. Trent. Sandy reached behind her with both hands and grasped her soft fleshy ass globes. The combination of drugs and music helped to relax her a little as she began to focus on the attention she was getting. Sandy thought she was being admired - albeit in a perverse kind of way. But none the less, it was clear to her that she was the center of attention - a feeling she always craved at school. "That's it Sandy...squeeze your bottom and sway your stupid little hips for us. See Mr. Dodson? These young cunts are all the same. They'll do anything for money and attention. Though I think Sandy is even more special. As you can probably already tell - she's a drug addict." Mr. Dodson nodded in agreement and finally spoke. "Indeed she is. This is a good thing. Drug addiction tends to make young girls more...open minded." "I agree." Replied Mr. Trent. "I think Sandy will be agreeable to almost anything...for the right price of course." Sandy continued swaying her hips and squeezing her buttocks for the two perverts. Then came the next command from Mr. Trent. "Spread your bottom sweetheart. Show us the stupid little treasure you have inside...c'mon sweetie no one will know about this except for us." Sandy swallowed hard and blushed again. This was so embarrasing. If it wasn't for her drug addiction she wouldn't need his stupid money. But she needed cocain! She needed it so badly everyday. She had no choice! Sandy stopped swaying her bottom back and forth and held still briefly - getting a nice grip on each of her precious teenybopper cheeks. Then she slowly pulled them open - like a sweet young Christmas present for the two executives. The soft white cheeks began to part - exposing her dark brown crinckly anus. Mr. Dodson smiled and nodded his head. He had seen many buttholes in his time, but Sandy's was definately an instrument of lust. Some girls had small pink puckered holes. Others had hairy ones. And some girls you could barely tell they had an anus. But Sandy had the perfect brown anal ring. It was quite expanded - like a soft brown target. It budded open like a smelly little flower in bloom. Mr. Trent preferred Sandy's dark musky anal ring as well. It was very brown in appearence and texture - giving the obvious hint of soft girlie poop that probably dwelled within. Mr. Dodson picked up his digital camera once again and began snapping picture after picture of Sandy's soft dirty anal bud. Mr. Trent was videotaping Sandy's crimson colored face - the look of extreme embarrasment was clearly evident and his dick twiched uncontrollably in his trousers at the site of her shame and lack of dignity. "I know this is hard for you Sandy dear. But smile for the camera. Try to think of all the money you will make if you cooperate with us like a good girl." Sandy smiled for Mr. Trent. He was right. She was going to make lots of money doing "things" for him. All she had to do was smile and obey, soon she would be used to it and it wouldn't be so hard. She couldn't wait for her next "snort" of coke. "You have such a beautiful little ass hole darlin'" Continued Mr. Trent. "Why don't you show us how much YOU enjoy it dear. Play with your butthole a little bit. I'm sure the men will appreciate it." Sandy tried to smile as best she could. The strain was evident on her pretty teen face. Her platinum blonde hair glistened brightly in the light as it hung draped around the sides of her blushing pink cheeks. The music continued it's thumping rythem, but Sandy was no longer dancing. She was beyond that now. Now she was being turned into nothing but a "trailer whore." Sandy reached deeper behind her - almost as if she were wiping herself and placed a small girlish finger at the base of her shameful womanly hole. The two men stared intently at Sandy's little teenage finger. Her finger nail polish was of the poor white trash variety - cherry red and chipping away with 12 hour age. Their menacing cocks grew to sizeable proportions as they watched her sweet trashy teenage finger circle the rim of her brownie seductively - teasing her anus with her soft feminine touch. "Explore a little deeper dear. Warm up your finger a little bit. I think you know what I mean darling...smile for us....that's it." Sandy smiled and moved her sleazy finger to the center of her soft brown button. Then she began to push inward. What a marvelous site this was! Such a talented girl! The men zoomed their cameras intently on the center of Sandy's soft white bottom. Now the action was definately centered around her soft brown "ring of talent." They watched as Sandy's tiny finger stopped moving in circles and fixated itself in the very center of her shameful potty hole. Slowly and gently, the sweet young finger began to sink inward - the red finger nail polish slowly disappeared behind her soft "brown door" - worming it's way deeper and deeper until it was down to her bare knuckle. Sandy blushed uncontrollably as she felt her insides for the first time. She had never dared touch herself like this before - it was disgusting! The warmth of her tight little anus surrounded her finger and Sandy winced with slight discomfort. "A little deeper Sandy....just a little more...c'mon baby...do it for us....do it for the money!" Sandy probed her finger even deeper. She became slightly nausiated as the tip of her finger began to brush against something moist and slushy. *Oh no!" she thought. *THIS IS FILTHY* "Wiggle it around sweetheart....get it nice and dirty for us....remember the money honey." Sandy wiggled her finger around inside her ass. She could feel the messy filth coating the tip of her tiny finger. This ordeal wasn't nearly over and she knew it. Her rectum had now gotten used to the feel of her intrusive digit and was beginning to relax. The brief pain of insertion had subsided and now it was just a matter of entertaining Mr. Trent and Mr. Dodson. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of minutes and the music had run it's course, Mr. Trent commanded Sandy to lay on her back and assume a flurry of cheesecake posses. The table platform felt cold beneath her bare back and Sandy strained to keep warm. Her first order was to assume a bottom's up position. Sandy lay on her back and lifted both her legs straight up into the air making sure to hold them together. Mr. Dodson and Mr. Trent got some excellent shots of her soft round exposed bottom. Next was the spread eagle position. Still on her back, Sandy was commanded to spread her legs open in a "V" - an open invitation to be fucked hard. This was followed by the traditional doggy style position with her back to the cameras on all fours and her rear end sticking way up in the air - a clear invitation to her male viewers that she yearned to be anal fucked. Next were some vaginal close ups. Sandy was commanded to spread her glistening blonde pussy lips wide open for all to see. Her vaginal secretions were clearly evident and her innerds were fully exposed to the cameras flashing bright juicy pink. It wasn't enough that she had to go though these degrading poses. The next command was a complete shocker - they wanted her to PEE on the table. Thankfully she would be able to get this over with quickly because her bladder was mostly full. Sandy looked at both men in protest, but they just nodded their heads and urged her on. "Don't worry Sandy. We won't tell anybody about this. It's just between us." Reassured Mr. Trent. He was lying of course. The video camera was still rolling - capturing every degrading moment for a future audience to watch and masturbate to. Mr. Dodson gave Sandy a cold threatening stare - as if something terrible might happen to her physically if she didn't comply with their perverse request. Sandy blushed again, then squatted down and spread her knees open so that the men could have an excellent view of her open vagina. Her sweet teenage cunny looked to cute, pert, and inviting. The men stared lustfully as Sandy began making "squirt squirt" on the table. Her hot urine hissed out of her cunny hole and sizzled onto the table beneath her. She had quite a lot of pee and some of it began to dribble toward the edge of the table. Mr. Dodson and Mr. Trent caught every tinkle drop on camera. The worst was yet to come however. Mr. Trent commanded Sandy to lie down on the table and immerse herself in her own urine. Worse still, he told her to lick the finger that she had stuck up her ass for the camera - seductively of course with a look of lust on her stupid little face. Sandy was thoroughly humiliated by this point. As she lay down on her back, her only consolation was the fact that her hot urine made the table warmer and more bareable for her back. Tasting her own ass aroma was an entirely different matter. Some of her feces was still on her finger and she had to taste that too! GROSS!!! By this time, Mr. Dodson had removed his prick from his trousers and began jerking off to the site of Sandy lying in her own puddle of piss and licking her butt mush. Mr. Trent ordered Sandy to allow him to fuck her in the ass. She refused of course - that is until he offered her $50.00 extra - then she relented and spread her filthy ass for him. Mr. Dodson's prick was rock hard and throbbing with intense stiffness. His thick veiny bulb pushed hard against her puckered brown opening and shoved it's way inward. Sandy gave out a loud yelp and she tensed up. This made it worse of course and the pain of entry was excruciating for her young teenage body. Sandy shuddered and writhed in momentary agony. Mr. Dodson sneered at her while shoving his thick lard inside of her - full to the hilt. Sandy's tight anal ring formed a big round "O" around his shaft. "Don't worry Sandy Whore...soon it won't hurt anymore - soon you'll get used to it." Said Mr. Dodson as he began pumping slowly in and out. Meanwhile, Mr. Trent had moved his video camera directly over Sandy's crotch - capturing every shot of her first ever anal scene! Mr. Dodson began to pick up his pace - ramming his cock in an out of her hot little anus with reckless abandon. This only served to agrivate the pain in Sandy's rectum and she began to openely wince and cry out. Mr. Trent had anticipated this too, and he filmed some close up shots of her pained facial expressions. Some of his clients preferred to see teenage girls hurt and punished. Finally, Mr. Dodson shot his load inside of Sandy's bottom. Large gooey ropes of cum spat out of his evil penis and splashed all over the insides of her colin. Sandy felt the strange goopy warmth spread thoughout her intestines. It felt extremely weird. Mr. Dodson removed his cock from her newly stretched asshole. Small rivalets of cum dribbled out of her anus and onto the table - making her look even more like a filthy teenage whore. Mr. Trent caught every minute of it. He smiled at Mr. Dodson, this was definately going to be a hot selling tape. The profits alone would probably range into the thousands. Not bad - considering they only paid this stupid blonde $150.00 for the evening. And this was just the beginning. There would be plenty more outfits for this stupid cunt to model later - not to mention some hardcore fisting action! THE END -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+