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{ASS} NURSE YOUR DRINKS {Hungry Guy} (F/M M/F snuff tort nc oral vore
ScFi Mpov)
BY: hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this
story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is
nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely
coincidental.
Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether
free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my
stories, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy"
(hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author.
You may not make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of
fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that
may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.
###
Kevin and Jill had just finished hurriedly packing their
suitcases. The hover-cab was waiting outside the balcony of their
condo on the 230th floor of fifth avenue and 59th street. Their
condo overlooked Central Park, but they had to lean over the railing
and look straight down to see it. They opened a foil pouch of Oak
trees and shook them into their terrarium containing a herd of
miniature elephants, each about the size of a large rat. They turned
the fish bowl containing their miniature blue whale toward the window
and ran out to the balcony. They opened the gate and stepped aboard
the hover-cab, "To JFK, please. We're late for our flight already."
The cabby grunted in the manner of cabbies down the ages and
launched the cab into traffic.
###
He had no name. He was just one of about fifty men and women
living in a 50-gallon terrarium tank on a shelf behind the bar. They
had no clothing, and the bottom of the tank was covered with a 1-inch
layer of fine sand.
Another guy just yelled out, "Hey, I got that piece of broken
glass in the back of the tank loose!"
He walked over to the 2 inch hole in the back of the terrarium
tank. The guy who worked the piece of glass loose crawled through
the hole first, then waved at the others to follow. "C'mon, guys!"
He crawled through the hole next and onto the counter on which
the terrarium rested. They walked as a group to the edge of the
table.
"How are we going to get down? It's over two feet down to the
floor!"
Another guy shouted out, "Hey! I found a spool of thread over
here! Maybe we can climb down! C'mon you guys, help me carry it
over to the edge!"
Several of the guys walked over and they all grunted and lifted
the spool. A couple of girls had just crawled through the hole and
giggled as they watched the guys attempt their daring escape.
Huffing and puffing, three guys carried the spool of thread to the
edge and set it down on end so it wouldn't roll off the table.
One of them climbed on top of the stool and started pulling at
the thread. He walked around the rim of the spool, unwinding the
thread, feeding it to the others who lowered it slowly to the floor.
After much effort, they unwound enough thread to reach the floor.
"So who's brave?" one of them asked the group.
One of them walked up and grabbed the thread and started climbing
down, hand over hand.
He held his breath watching his brave comrade make the long climb
down to freedom.
The other finally reached the floor two feet below. He started
walking to the door when someone spotted the bar's cat come sniffing.
They all started shouting from the top of the counter, "Hey!
Run! Run! It's the cat! Run!"
The other began a sudden sprint, but the cat was too fast. In a
moment, it was all over for the guy making his escape. The cat then
came over and sat under their vantage point below the counter,
staring up at them and licking its jowls.
He turned and started walking back to the terrarium, saying to
the others, "Personally, I'd rather be eaten by a pretty girl than
that damn cat!"
###
Traffic was light, and the cab arrived at JFK in plenty of time
to catch their flight. And when they checked their luggage, the
clerk told them that the flight was delayed due to official NASA
activities in low earth orbit.
"Let's go to the bar and have a drink while we wait for our
flight," suggested Kevin.
The couple walked hand-in-hand across the mezzanine to the bar
and entered. Upon taking a table, a waitress approached them and
took their drink orders.
Kevin said, "I'll have a beer -- a _Guinness Stout_ -- with a
blonde."
Jill said, "I'll have a white wine -- and uhm -- I'm feeling
daring -- with a black man."
"Thank you," the waitress said and hurried back to the bar to
pour their drinks.
"Eeek!" Jill suddenly yelped out and looked down.
Kevin looked down and laughed. He reached down and petted the
cat rubbing against Jill's foot.
Jill smiled sheepishly and also reached down to pet the bar's
feline mascot.
The waitress returned then with their drinks on a platter.
"That'll be twenty please."
Kevin paid the waitress and she set their drinks down.
"I wonder how long our flight will be delayed," Jill said.
"Who knows," Kevin answered, as he took a sip of his beer. Then
he held the beer up and looked at the 5-inch tall woman swimming in
it -- a cute blonde, just as he ordered. She glared back at Kevin
angrily. He raised the glass to his lips and took another sip,
sucking the girl into his mouth. He swished and swirled her around a
little before spitting her back into his brew.
Jill took a sip of her wine and peered at the 6-inch tall black
guy swimming in it. Jill giggled and said to Kevin, "I can't really
tell without a magnifying glass, but I think he's well hung."
"Jill," Kevin replied, "I don't want to hear things like that. I
should be hung well enough for you!" They both laughed.
She took another sip of wine and plucked the guy out of her glass
with her fingers and pushed him up to her mouth -- pressing on his
ass with her finger holding him up to her lips. She sucked a few
times then paused, "It feels like I'm giving head to a gnat!"
Kevin just sighed.
Jill resumed sucking and, a moment later, the guy started
quivering and moaning. Jill continued sucking for a moment until he
calmed down. "I think he came, but I can hardly tell," Jill said
sounding frustrated.
Once again, Jill pressed his ass into her mouth. This time, he
let out scream as Jill bit down. She then removed him from her
mouth, revealing a bloody ulcer where his dick was. He was grabbing
at his balls and screaming so loud that Jill dropped him back into
her glass. But that only increased the intensity of his cries.
Kevin took another sip of his beer, once again sucking the girl
into his mouth. As he was swishing her around inside his mouth, Jill
said, "Kiss me, love."
Kevin leaned over and kissed his wife. As they kissed, he passed
the girl into Jill's mouth, then Jill passed her back into his. Then
they held the girl between their mouths sucking on her together.
Kevin swished his tongue between her legs, tasting her tiny pussy
while Jill sucked her head and swirled her hair with her tongue.
At that moment, their flight was announced, "Attention please:
Starship Warren to Alpha Centauri is now boarding at gate twenty
three. Attention please..."
Kevin sucked the girl into his mouth and swallowed her. He then
swallowed down the last gulp of his beer.
Jill picked up her wine, only to find the black guy floating face
down in her drink. "Oh well," she said as she lifted the glass to
her mouth and swallowed him along with the last of her wine. They
grabbed each others' hands and headed off to catch their flight.
###
Yesterday's escape attempt was a bust -- poor guy, he thought,
what a horrible way to die. Also, a handler noticed the hole in the
terrarium that evening and replaced the glass panel.
He sat on the sandy bottom of the crowded terrarium. A girl -- a
pretty redhead -- came over to him and kneeled next to him. She
looked at him with sad eyes and put her arm around him. He wiped a
tear from his eye and kissed her as she fell over pulling him on top
of her. The crowd stood back and gave them room while they fucked
each other.
###
Interstellar customs was always a hassle, and Ken was exhausted
from the long red-eye flight from Sirius. So the first thing he did
after getting his luggage off the carousel was to head for the bar
for a drink.
He sat at the bar and ordered a _Bud Ultralight_ with a redhead.
The barkeep said, "You lucked out, dude! That was our last redhead."
He drank the brew down, occasionally sucking on the girl. Upon
finishing the beer, he plucked her out of the glass, and put her in
his pant pocket while, hopefully, no one was watching. He left a
buck on the bar as a tip and got up to leave the bar, but as he
approached the door, the bouncer pointed to his pocket and said,
"Whoa, pal! Can't leave 'till you finish your drink."
Ken pulled the girl out of his pocket and put her in his mouth.
He winced at her tiny yet piercing scream.
"Go ahead!" the bouncer urged, "swallow!"
Kevin swallowed and said, "Ahhhh," for the bouncer.
"Hey pal," the bouncer said, "They're not really human, you know.
They have no minds. They're really no smarter than insects. Hell,
insects are probably smarter."
"Yeah, I know," Ken answered.
Satisfied that Kevin had finished his drink, the bouncer waved
him past.
Kevin lugged his luggage to the monorail station and took the
train back to Penn Station and transferred to a NJ Transit monorail
down the Northeast Corridor and home to Piscataway.
###
Looking out of the glass of the terrarium, he watched the crowd.
One by one, the others were served to customers. Every so often, the
handler would bring a new batch for the terrarium. He even
remembered growing up on the people farm, and then being delivered
here a few weeks ago. He cried and cried that night.
Still the handler returned to the tank every so often to pluck
out another comrade. This time -- this time -- the handler reached
for him!
"No!" he screamed, but there was nowhere to run. He dodged and
darted avoiding the handler's hand, but the handler eventually nabbed
him. The handler carried him over and placed him chest down on a
sand-filled tray. Almost immediately, the handler stuck a pin up his
ass and he could feel his rectum filling with a warm liquid. It
smelled soapy. Suddenly, he felt like he had to take a dump, but the
handler was pinching his buttocks together with his fingers so
tightly that he couldn't push it out. The handler then pulled the
pin out and held his buttocks closed for another minute. Finally,
the handler released his grasp and he immediately spewed forth a wet
gooey mess from his asshole. The handler left him there for a couple
more minutes while he completely emptied his bowels. Then the
handler placed him into another small container and hosed him down
all over with warm sudsy water. Next he rinsed him off with warm
clear water.
Then the bartender plucked him up and carried him over to the bar
and dropped into a glass containing a pale yellow liquid topped with
a thin layer of white foam.
"Eeeeyowwww!" it was c-c-cold!
He shivered as he held onto the rim of the glass while the
barkeep handed his glass to a giant woman.
The woman lifted the glass to her face and looked right at him.
He glared back at her, his rage beyond description.
She grinned slyly and licked her lips, then took a sip and sucked
him into her mouth.
"No, please!" he shouted as she sucked him between her lips.
At least it was warm. Indeed, it was hot and moist. He was
splayed prone on her tongue, and was being pressed tightly against
the roof of her mouth. The sensation was erotic in a way, and it
didn't take but a moment for him to come on her tongue.
She then spit him back into the glass. After coming from her
warm mouth, the cold of the beer shocked him painfully.
She took another sip, but left him swimming in the glass this
time with his teeth chattering from the freezing cold.
She took more sips of the beer, sometimes sucking him into her
mouth before spitting him back out, and sometimes not.
With the glass nearly empty, she sipped the last of the beer,
then sucked him into her mouth.
This is it, he thought, _Good bye world! Like I said that time,
I guess being eaten by a woman is a better way to die than being
eaten by a cat._
She held him in her mouth for some time, however. He waited in
dread for the moment that she'd swallow him whole, wondering what it
would be like to slide down her gullet and drown in her stomach
acids. _Oh dear, that's got to be painful!_
She occasionally breathed through her mouth, giving him oxygen.
He had hoped that, maybe, he would just pass out from lack of oxygen
in her mouth before being swallowed alive.
However, a little while later, she spat him out into her hand.
Looking around, she was no longer sitting at the bar. She was in
some kind of little metal room with a white pot of water below and
between her legs. She sat on the pot, it seems to have some kind of
seating surface around the pot of wader. She spread her legs open
and lowered him down into the pot of water.
What is she doing, he worried. _Is she going to drop me into
this water?_
Instead he brought him closer to her crotch. She used her other
free hand to spread her pussy open revealing a bright red slit. A
moment later, she inserted him, head first, into her pussy, where it
was hot and wet like her mouth. Only, unlike her mouth, it wasn't an
open cavity. Rather, her skin was pressing tightly around him and he
couldn't breathe. He crawled upside down using his last breath and
dropped his head out her pussy. However, she had pulled her panties
and pants back on and couldn't stick his head out very far as the
cloth of her panties pressed tightly against her opening. At least,
though, he could breathe through the cloth!
He felt himself being twisted as she walked. The odor was so
intense too. Her pussy had become extremely wet and slippery as she
walked, and he could help getting some of the gamy liquid in his
mouth. It tasted like when he kissed that redhead between her legs
to make her wet for him, only he felt like he saw swimming in pussy
juice -- for he practically was.
It seems that hours passed hanging upside-down inside her pussy,
while being twisted and squeezed as she walked and sat and walked.
Finally, after he assumed that this woman was just going to keep
him inside her pussy perpetually, she reached in and pulled him out.
Of course, he was drenched in pussy juice, but things could be worse.
It was better than being drenched in stomach acid, after all.
She set him in a strangely set-up terrarium. The ground wasn't
covered with sand, but rather, with some fuzzy covering. It had a
lot of strange objects in it, as well as some familiar ones. There
was a table and chairs in one corner of the tank. There was a
television and a DVD player on one wall with a soft sofa facing it.
He missed these after his handler removed him from the farm -- the
tank at the bar was totally devoid of any furniture or anything else.
There was also a low wide cushioned table, with some other cushion-
like things on it. Then there was this white bowl with water in it
with a white tank-like thing resting on the back of it -- similar to
the giant bowl she stood over when she put him inside her.
She leaned forward and put her face to the glass and said to him,
"Hi there! Can you understand me?"
He answered, "Yes. Are you my new handler?"
"Handler? I guess you can call me that. So, what's your name,
little guy?"
"I don't know."
"You don't have a name?"
"No. What's a name?"
"A name is what you call yourself. My name is Wendy."
"Oh."
"And I think I'll name you, uhm, Woodrow."
"Woodrow?"
"Yes, after Woodrow Wilson. You know, the President."
"President? What's a president?"
"Oh, never mind. Anyway, are you hungry, Woody?"
"Yes. Do you have people food?"
"People food?" she giggled. "Yes, I ordered some from a black
market Interstellarnet web site last week. I'll get some for you.
Wait right there!" Then Wendy left the room.
Woody looked around the room from his vantage point inside the
terrarium tank atop a tall table against one wall. Jutting out from
a perpendicular wall was a giant-sized low wide plush padded table
just like the people-sized one in his tank. Only hers had a wood
panel on the end near the wall and another, lower, wood panel on the
end sticking into the room. Woody recognized two giant-sized
televisions on another table on the opposite perpendicular wall --
one large television and a smaller television. He wondered why the
smaller television had a rectangular tray of tiny buttons set in
front of it. Scattered around the room were what looked like
animals, but they were obviously fake and seemed made out of some
kind of cloth. Embedded in the far wall was a glass panel, like the
side of a terrarium, set into the wall. Through it, he could see
thousands of green shapes hanging from brown sticks waving as if
there was a breeze in that other room. He couldn't see beyond the
green waving things to see what else was in that other room. Maybe
he would ask Wendy what it all meant, or maybe he wouldn't.
Wendy returned and set a flat white round thing on the table. It
contained a small mound of people food. He sat at the table and ate
the food as her giant face was framed in the tank glass watching him.
Having finished, Wendy removed the plate and asked him, "Do you
know how to use this?" pointing at the white bowl of water.
"No. What is it?"
"It's called a toilet. You sit on it when you have to pee and
poop."
"But there's no sand in it."
"It's better than sand. When you're done, you press that little
handle there and the water flushes it down the drain."
Woody walked over to the toilet thing and looked down at the bowl
of water. "Won't I fall into the water?"
"No silly! You can't fall through the seat. Sit and try it."
He sat, slowly, onto the seat and peed into the water as she
watched through the glass.
He walked over to the television next, and looked through the row
of DVD movies. "I don't know any of these movies. What are 'Star
Wars' or 'Forrest Gump' about? Do you have 'Swallowed Alive by a
Pretty Girl: The Ultimate Pleasure' or 'How to Fuck a Girl'? Those
were my two favorite movies since I was about twelve years old!"
"I'm sorry, but I don't have those two movies," she said with a
giggle, "but try some of those I gave you. Let me know which ones
you like best, and I'll get you more like them."
"Okay."
He looked through the CD albums next. As with the movies, he had
never heard of any of the singers.
Wendy left the room again while he picked out a movie and started
watching "Raiders of the Lost Ark."
Woody looked up and was Wendy walk back into the room completely
naked. She pulled some of the padding off that low table and laid
down in it then pulled the padding up over herself. She reached over
to touch some object on a table and the room instantly fell to
darkness.
This movie didn't make any sense whatsoever to Woody, so he
turned off the television. Some light came into the room through the
glass from the far end of the room, giving him enough light to see
with. He mimicked her actions with the people-sized padded table in
his tank, getting between the sheets.
The following morning, Wendy peeked her head into Woody's tank
and said, "Time to wake up, little guy. Time to go to work."
Woody yawned and climbed out of bed and looked out the tank at
Wendy. She was wrapped in a towel, but dripping wet, as if her own
handler had just hosed her clean. She dried herself off and then
reached in and picked up Woody.
"We both have to go to work," she said with a sly grin. "Every
day, you will come to work with me. I'll also take you with me,
sometimes, when I go out at night."
He wasn't sure what she meant. But her meaning became clear when
she carried him over to her bed and she sat. Like once before, she
lowered him down between her legs and inserted him into her pussy,
where it was warm and moist.
###
Woody had lost count of the days. He missed being back at the
people farm where there were thousands of people to talk to and girls
to fuck, but it was way better than that tank at the bar.
Remembering that red haired girl that last day in the bar brought a
tear to his eye again. Every morning, Wendy would put him in her
pussy, where he would stay for hours until she took him out. Every
so often, she would squeeze him so tight with her pussy he felt like
she would crush his body, and then she wold start shaking and
quivering for a minute or two. Yet, the sensation wasn't without its
pleasures as it would make him come too, just like when he was
fucking a girl. Wendy would even, once in a while, put him in her
pussy before she went to bed at night. This was usually when she
didn't go to "work" the next day. And sometimes she would put him
right back in her pussy at night after coming home from "work" and
showering. He wasn't sure why, but it seemed that she would go to
"work" five days in a row, then not go to "work" two days in a row.
Woody was baffled by this, but accepted it. At least he didn't fear
being eaten alive any more.
"Woody," Wendy asked one day, "do you like going to work with me?
I hope you do, because it feels great for me!"
"Yes, Wendy. When I'm inside your pussy, it feels sort of like
I'm fucking a girl. That feels good. But it also gets boring
sometimes. You do this "work" thing for so long each day."
"Well, maybe I can make us both happy. Just give me a few days,
okay?"
"Okay," Woody answered, unsure what she planned.
Nothing changed after a week. Then one time, after coming home
from one of those after "work" times, Wendy was with a man. Wendy
pulled Woody out of her pussy while the giant man was in the Wendy's
bathroom and put Woody in his tank and then ignored him.
Then Woody watched as the strange man got in bed with Wendy and
fucked her, just like all the times that he fucked girls, thinking,
_Wendy lied to me! She must have watched that video too!_ Although,
Woody wondered why the man put a little plastic bag over his dick
before he fucked her.
The following morning, Woody heard crying. He got up to see
Wendy crying in her bed. The man was gone. Wendy ignored Woody the
rest of the day, and then went out that night without putting Woody
in her pussy.
Woody was very frightened at what had happened to Wendy, but when
Wendy returned home, she tapped on the glass of Woody's tank. Woody
couldn't sleep, and he stood immediately and looked up at Wendy.
She said, "I have a surprise for you, Woody!"
"You do? What?"
She walked over to the bed and sat. Woody watched from the tank
as she pulled her pants and pulled something out of her pussy.
Wendy then stood and lowered a girl into the tank. She was a
red-haired girl - not the same red-haired girl from that night, of
course, but she was still pretty.
"Now you won't be bored when I take you to work with me, Woody!
I'll just leave you two to get to know each other. Oh! Give her a
pretty name, Woody."
Wendy returned to her giant bed as Woody took the girl by the
hand and showed her the people-sized bed that Wendy had made for him
-- for them.
Woody said, "I name you 'Red'."
Red giggled with delight as Woody climbed on top of her and
fucked her.
The following morning, Wendy walked over to their tank after her
shower while wrapped in a towel. She picked Woody and Red out of
their tank and laid back on her bed as she had done so many times
before. This time, she pressed Woody and Red together and inserted
them up her pussy, feet first.
Wendy stood, causing Red and Woody to hang upside down in her
pussy.
Red started crying in panic but Woody said, "Don't be afraid,
Red. It's not so bad. It's better than being eaten."
Wendy squeezed them tightly with her pussy muscles as she put on
her panties.
"But it feels so revolting to be inside a giant woman's pussy,"
Wendy sobbed.
"I guess it would for you, being a girl," He replied softly.
They were squeezes and rolled around as she stood and walked
about.
"And does she have to squeeze us so hard like this?"
As Wendy moved about, squishing them around inside her, Woody
kissed Red and then fucked her. At least riding around upside-down
inside Wendy's pussy won't be so boring any more.
- END -
Postscript: I'm posted most of my stories by now and I need some new
story ideas. So I'm making a special offer. Are you a woman who
would like to be in an erotic story? If so, email me and tell me
what your personal fetish is -- and whether you like to have it done
to you or you like to do it to someone else. Tell me what you look
like and your general body type. A photo would be good too --it
doesn't have to be nude unless you want to <g>. Tell me your handle
or first name that you would like to go by in the story (no last
names please nor other personal information). This is the first time
I've made this offer so I'm not sure how well it will work out, but
if you are interested, let me know. Thanks.
--
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