Jackie's Routine

For Jackie, embarrassment was inexorably linked to pleasure. Due to her unique anatomy, every sexual encounter she ever had involved some form of deep shame and embarrassment. Jackie was a dickgirl or futanari. Despite being a woman, instead of a tight feminine pussy between her thick black thighs, Jackie had a pair of round fat nuts in a dark ball sack and a massive, oversized bitch-dick to match. When fully erect, her trouser-snake was a huge 11 inches--the biggest cock Jackie had ever seen, even in porn. Jackie hated her cock, mostly because every man she had ever been with hated it.

That included Jason, her current boyfriend. He was a skinny white boy with short brown hair and thick-rimmed glasses. He was six feet tall, only a couple inches taller than Jackie. Even though they had been together for 4 months, doggy style was the only position he would fuck Jackie in. From behind, staring at her jiggly fat ass while he pounded her asshole, Jason could pretend that disgusting oversized cock didn't exist.

Jackie shivered as she felt the cold lube being poured down her crack and onto her twitching rosebud. She was on her hands and knees. Her big cock was tucked under her stomach, and her fat titties hung down like cow udders. Being in this position made Jackie feel extra fat. She did have a little bit of extra padding all over, but most guys said they liked it. She had a big ass and huge titties, which she hoped in some way made up for her most undesirable body part. From her position on the bed, Jackie was facing a floor-to-ceiling mirror which provided the very embarrassing sight of her on all fours, getting lube spread on her asshole. Her face had a look of cringe and discomfort. She had never quite gotten over the sinful nature of anal, but it was her only option for getting fucked, and Jackie was a very horny girl.

It wasn't like she was actually fat. Chubby would be a fairer descriptor. Jackie was a good looking woman. Big, tall, with natural E cup tits and a curvy ass. Jackie's skin was a warm caramel, and her hair was in a straight weave. She had the kind of body men leered over and women got jealous of, but her secret thick cock always had Jackie settling for guys she was way out of the league of.

Men. Men were the root of all Jackie's problems. They were intimidated by her size and grossed out by her orgasms. But she dated them anyway. Because of her traditional Catholic upbringing and her conservative parents, Jackie didn't view women as an option. She wasn't gay, even if her appendage often had her fantasizing about women. Jackie couldn't go to the gym, because the sexy women in tight yoga pants always had her pitching a tent in her own baggy shorts. Her urges towards the female sex were an unnatural byproduct of her anatomy, something to be controlled and repressed, not explored.

Jason pushed a lubed-up finger into Jackie's ass, and she grunted. Her hole offered little resistance after so many years of getting fucked. He quickly added a second finger, prompting a soft moan from Jackie.

"You ready to get fucked, bitch?" Jason growled.

"Yessss!" Jackie moaned like a slut. "Fuck my ass, daddy!"

Despite her embarrassment, Jackie had become rock hard, and her throbbing cock was sandwiched between her belly and the mattress. It had been almost a week since her last orgasm, and even though Jackie couldn't cum from anal, she still got excited as the stimulation. She had heard of other people cumming just from anal stimulation, but if she could do that as well, no man had ever lasted long enough in her to make that happen. Instead, the rhythmic pressure on her prostate just seemed to make her dick twitch and her balls feel full.

Jason pulled his fingers out. From where he knelt, Jackie almost looked like a full woman. Her ass was jiggly and fucking gorgeous. If it weren't for that large dark nut sack hanging between her legs, anyway. Jason grimaced. He hated seeing that--so much bigger than his own balls. They didn't even look human, more like some grotesque animal's balls.

Jackie shook her ass back and forth. "Come on baby pound me!" A spike of embarrassment shot through her for begging, but it only made her hornier.

"Tuck you balls first, Darling," Jason said. "You know I don't want to touch them."

Hot embarrassment rushed over Jackie and her face turned red. How could she forget? If she didn't tuck her sack, Jason's balls would clap into her while he was fucking her. That sensation always made him lose his boner. Shamefully, Jackie snaked an arm under her own fat and reached between her legs, taking a grip on her balls. As she squeezed her love-orbs and pulled them forward, she let out an involuntary grunt like some beast of burden. They felt full and heavy, and touching them made her dick leak precum down onto the mattress.

Jason cringed at the low grunt she had made. It was gross, but thankfully not enough to kill his mood. Once her balls were successfully pulled forward, Jason lined his 5-inch white cock up with her lubed up asshole and pushed in. They let out simultaneous groans as her hot hole gripped his cock. He slid all the way in on the first thrust. She was tight, but not that tight.

When Jackie had first started experimenting with anal, she had hated the sensation. It had felt like she was shitting everywhere. Now, after so many years of surrendering her ass to men, she just associated the sensation with sexual frustration and embarrassment. As Jason began to thrust in and out, dragging his length over her prostate, Jackie could feel her cock twitching, spewing precum, almost like he was fucking the fluid right out of her.

"Oh fuck, grip my cock!" Jason ordered. He had grabbed a hold of her hips and was pistoning his cock into her as fast as he possibly could. Jason had given up on fucking her gently a long time ago.

Blushing, Jackie began rhythmically clenching her ass, driving grunts of pleasure from Jason. She felt totally used, but this was the only kind of sex Jackie had ever had. At least she was making her partner feel good, right? With every thrust, she could feel a throb being forced out of her cock, another glob of pre squirting into the sheets. The way she was clenching too was putting pressure down there. Ever time his hips would slap into her ass, it would push her down, pressing her cock harder into the sheets. Her pleasure was completely incidental, but was growing, mounting!

A desperate moan escaped Jackie's lips. "Harder baby, keep going!"

"Yeah? You like that slut?"

"Fuck me!" she howled. Jackie was so fucking close to hitting the edge. If she could just grab herself, give a few quick tugs to her neglected throbbing prick--but Jason would be furious if she got cum on the bed. She squeezed the sheet tightly to fight the instinctive urge to just grab herself, knowing that pleasure could be so close.

"Baby, please.... just give me a few strokes," she begged, even though she knew it was pointless. It would only make him mad, but she couldn't help it. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... I'm so close! Just... just.... hnnnnnngh!"

"No, bitch!" Jason delivered a hard smack on her right ass cheek. "You don't get to cum! Only... hnngh... only the man gets to cum!" He was getting harder in her ass. He was close. "You keep that stinking seed in your balls, or I swear to God, I'll lock you in a chastity cage!"

They both moaned at the thought, their bodies shuddering in time with each other. Jackie felt so pathetic, begging for pleasure only to get shamed for it and denied. This wasn't the first time Jason had brought up the idea of caging Jackie. He liked the thought of his girlfriend no longer able to pitch tents, which was something Jackie did very often.

Jackie could feel her boyfriend getting bigger in her ass. The thought of locking up her cock and taking away her ability to get hard was pushing him over the edge. Though Jackie could hardly admit it to herself, she also found the idea exciting. She imagined the heavy feel of the metal cage swinging between her legs and the sharp pain of the steel biting into her cock as it tried and failed to harden.

"Cum for me baby! Fill me up! Breed my ass!" Jackie squealed. She was mortified by the thought of being locked up, but her shame was pushing her to new heights of pleasure.

"FUCK!" Jason bottomed out in her and went limp on top of her, driving her down into the mattress. His cock swelled and unleashed spurt after hot spurt deep into her guts. She could feel his seed flooding her. Every rhythmic pulse of his cock pressed into her prostate, almost tricking her brain into believing that that rhythmic sensation was her own orgasm. Almost.

Jackie remained perfectly still, feeling her ass clenching down eagerly on Jason's softening cock. Her body was tight, tense, screaming for more. Her cock was hard, throbbing, and leaking so much clear precum. Her balls felt so full and heavy in her grip. She needed to cum. Jackie desperately needed to cum. She knew better than to ask. The threat had been made. Now, an orgasm in front of Jason guaranteed a steel prison locked around her needy manhood.

"That was so good my love, thank you." Jason rolled off her and slumped onto his back. His cock slid out of her wet ass, and it clenched on open air, missing being filled. After a few seconds, Jason's cum came leaking out and down her thighs.

"Anything for my man," Jackie replied, turning back to give him a peck on the lips. She snuggled up to him as little spoon, being sure to keep her rock hard appendage facing the other way. She was still right on the edge, desperate for relief. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot beneath her from where all the precum had been pounded out of her. Jackie needed to cum, but she would have to wait until Jason had fallen asleep. This was her sex life. Humiliation and frustration; totally one-sided. All she could do was lay there and wait, feeling her balls ache and her bestial cock throb for attention.

Finally, after about an hour, Jason began to snore. Jackie's cock had gone limp and softened to its flaccid length: 8 inches, but she still needed to cum. Her whole body felt sensitive, and her balls were aching.

Without breathing or making a sound, Jackie managed to worm out of her lovers embrace without waking him. Creeping on tip toes, she made it to the bathroom, softly closing and locking the door. She left the light out, just to be safe.

Already, she was getting hard again at the anticipation of relief. Jackie squatted over the toilet and aimed her cock straight downward. It was an awkward position, but one she was well-practiced in. That way her full load would land in the water without any hitting the seat or the rim. It was the only way to cum without any evidence, even though it made her thighs sore, holding herself awkwardly spread over the bowl.

With her left hand, Jackie muffled her moans by clamping it over her mouth. With her right, she took hold of her sensitive bitch-dick and began to stroke. Her eyelids shuddered and she moaned into her palm. Fuck it felt so good. Her cock was so sensitive now. Jackie's ass clenched, eager to be filled. She desperately wanted to feel a full orgasm with Jason's cock pressed to her p-spot. Even though she had never experienced it, she knew the orgasm would be ten times better. By the third downward stroke, she was at the edge again. She could feel her own heartbeat in her throbbing shaft. She had to stroke slowly to keep quiet, so even though she could already feel her balls clenching, she dangled in between the point of no return and the actual orgasm for several long seconds. Finally, she felt the first pulse and a huge jet of cum bust out of her and loudly splashed into the water. She grunted into her hand. Her legs started trembling. Up and down she stroked, as quickly as she could. As her balls clenched, her cock pulsed, and her ass twitched, she felt like a cow being milked. Each spurt was a hot thick glob that exploded out of her, big enough to loudly plop into the water.

Jackie was blushing. There was something so pathetic about cumming into the toilet. She wasn't love-making, she was eliminating waste. It made her feel like a naughty brat, doing something secretive and wrong in the bathroom where no one could see. This was what she had to do all her life, since she had shared a room with her sister. The bathroom was her only chance to find relief. Even though she was a grown-ass woman who worked and paid for her own apartment, still she was forced to jerk off quietly in the bathroom.

The sounds were grotesque. The low grunts into her hand, the sound of her hand gliding up and down her cock, and the loud wet slap of her useless seed spilling into the toilet echoed in the bathroom. Between the slow pace she had to stroke to keep quiet and the awkward stance she was standing in, Jackie's orgasm was greatly diminished. It wasn't quite a ruin, but it wasn't a full orgasm either. She felt the straining tremble of her thigh muscles just as much as she felt the pulsing spray of her load. For Jackie, cumming was more about relieving pressure than feeling good.

Her orgasm lasted almost a full minute, spurt after spurt, rope after rope of hot steaming baby-batter gushing out of her with a grunt and a spasm. Her eyes rolled back, her eyelids fluttered, her nose flared. Her nipples were hard in the cold bathroom air. With each pulse of her spraying cock, her ass gave a complimentary spasm, spilling some of Jason's cum down her thighs and onto her tightly pulled-up balls.

With a final grunt, the last of Jackie's backed-up load splattered down into the toilet. She stepped back and straightened up, breathing heavily as waves of relief washed over her after the intense release. The water in the toilet was milky white, and she had sprayed out so much jizz that the waterline had raised significantly. With a flush, Jackie's potent DNA was washed away like the waste it was. That orgasm would hold her over for a few days before Jackie would need to repeat her ritual and find some quiet time to shamefully jack herself off. Relieved and exhausted, Jackie slipped back into bed.