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Languages: English

Location: USA

Smokes/Drinks: Drink

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 24

Body Type: BBW

Camsoda Password - I met with two of my favorite oldies.

My entire person was identifiable by the only thing that wasn't marked, was my arse. As such, for the entirety of my fucking life I had been a submissive. Everywhere I went I turned people away, however. I had to constantly prove myself to people, and I did this by sticking up for them physically, by pleasing them physically, and sexually. I never got to the point of actually wanting to be a whore, but I never got off by just being one, either. So, from a business standpoint, the only opportunity I had to get personally involved in any industry was to use my arse to fuel the fire of a room full of people. I immediately identified the gay submissive as the person I wanted to fuck, because to me that's what this character was. She was small, thin, and built like a second grader. My mum used to send me to public pools to hang around hookers and pick up girls; it made me all the more radioactive for her. Why waste my precious little arse? I decided, without thought, that the only way to address this one was to name it after me. So on its own, her name was born. I called it Camsoda Password. For those of you keeping score at home, Camsoda Password was her favourite weapon. For those of you who aren't, Camsoda Password is a Portuguese water pistol that was popular during the golden age of prostitution. Camsoda Password was a sophisticated piece of wet English leather that could shoot straight down your body if you pushed the right buttons.

Meghans were made of fine gold leaf that could be adjusted to almost any size you wanted, and I bought a wide variety of them to various degrees of satisfaction and varying degrees of safety. I had a Portuguese friend who spoke perfect Portuguese, and I told her I was going to meet her in a gay bar tonight, to use her as a fuck-spanking girl. She flew to Lisbon for six weeks to pick up the missing pieces, and I paid the price tag for her room. I paid a half-price service charge for my share of the hotel room, and I was satisfied. I went to bed at five, and my thoughts were elsewhere. I was awakened by a snaking rope winding around the outer edge of a bed. Opening the curtains, I was surprised to see a pair of wings stretching up around your torso. Legs like those of a fluttering peacock, a lightly developed mane of shining white almost covering every inch of your naked flesh, a slender but firm butt that was perfectly curved and high on the thighs, and a jet of golden urine that was running down your inner thighs to the center of your breasts. The hair on your head was silver as the night grew late, and a strong chill ran through me. I raised my eyes and a soft moon surrounded me. I raised my eyes slowly up to the soft sky and reflected. I shivered. It was unlike anything I had experienced, and I felt certain it would be a harsh lesson I would want to forget. Instead, I took a deep, trembling breath and let it all out. I ran my hands slowly up the length of the tight leather harness around your waist, taking the black button with the silver print on it and slowly slid it into place.

A shiver went through me as I wrapped my arms around you and pressed my lips around your ear. "You are a wonderful gift to our world," I said softly. "We've all lost someone as you are, and we would do anything to bring that in our world." Your heart quickened and you spoke in a little sobs. "Shhh," I said, "you've already done so much good. Now just sit back down, take a deep breath and be quiet, and don't move at all." You complied and I watched as you sat back on your heels and looked down into your eyes. There was warmth at that vulnerable spot that I love. A rush raced through your veins as I held your gaze and the first syllables of your name almost hit me. I let it out slowly as I knew how you would respond to that. "Shhh," I whispered again, "you do so much good." You looked down and watched the moon rise. For a moment, I sat still, watching the rising phases of my beloved Camsoda Password, and you sat back on your heels. I reached out and touched the urination area. You blinked twice, and as you did, I reached out and cupped one of my breasts. I inhaled deeply and opened my legs just wider, inhaling the cool air. You moaned loudly as I made sure there was a good deal of lube in my girth that I could roll onto my tits. With a kick, I extended my leg and propped myself up on my hands and knees..

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