New Persona Unlocked

New Persona Unlocked

A "Slate City" Short Story

"Some desires just need to be explored; some things just can't be tamed..."

Dillon

I've always kept a particular side of me hidden, and if it weren't for the one too many shots of tequila that Isaac and I irresponsibly slung back that night, I swear the words exposing my lust driven desires would've never snuck past my lips.

But Issac, he was different; he had that thing, this openness about him; that charm that made you feel comfortable with him, even if you had just met the guy.

He was very open about his sexuality, and everyone respected him for it. Conversations about Issac usually started like this:

Person One: "You know Issac, right?"

Person Two: "Yeah, the bisexual dude over in accounting?"

Literally that's it. Noone ever attacked him for who he was; it's like his openness was revered, like people were curious, and it didn't hurt that he was also easy on the eyes and hardly ever got upset; it's like he was bound to win at life, no matter what hurdle was thrown at him.

I sometimes wonder how I managed to hide my secret from his charm and inviting eyes for years, but one night, that came to a halt, and it slipped -- we were talking about sex, or maybe primal instincts for lack of a better term. We chatted about all the dirtiest things we wanted to experience--our deepest desires.

He told me about his addiction to watching bukkakes and described how he wouldn't mind experiencing a gang-bang or two. He expressed how he secretly wanted to suck the soul out of his current bosses' cock in front of the other managers, leaving them rock hard, unfulfilled and jealous over his ravenous slopping on the man who he felt really wore the pants around the workplace. Yeah, Mr. Issac was a freak with barely any limits, and I loved it.

I guess our little conversation sparked a bit of inner inspiration, so I let one of my darkest secrets slip out easily, as if his words were the lube that greased me up and eased the process of release. I spoke about my dark desire to be dominated, not just dominated in a vanilla kind of way, not what you usually think of when a man just gives another control ... there was more. I wanted to play a character; I wanted to kink it up a bit; I needed to be dominated by an obnoxiously masculine man, one of those egotistical types who wanted both his ego and cock stroked barbarically until he reached his definition of pleasure.

As for me, I wanted to submit; I needed to commit fully. In my vision, I had to be dressed as a dainty, petite, but mysterious woman. But not just any woman, I had to be a woman who was hungry, whose holes were dying to be bred and filled with warm creamy, ball release, the only thing that could tame the desire for my inner character trying to claw its way to the outside.

I wanted to portray a kitty type: quiet but curious, cunning yet intriguing.

I had no idea where this desire had come from. To be honest, I might've always had it tucked away for as long as I could remember, and to my amazement, Isaac didn't flinch at my exposure, he didn't even make a face; he slipped me a card instead with a QR code, his face illustrated with a devilish grin.

Little did I know that this little card that I scanned would change my entire sex life forever.

I now understood how he was so calm, so collected, so carefree; he had this underground society at the palm of his hand with all these men who decided they were going to fulfill their desires by any means necessary, right in our city, underground, no one whispering a peep.

It was similar to a dating app, in a mundane kind of way. I was used to the setup, but this one was a bit different. There was no profile required; you just submit a request and hope you get an answer, and I guess it was my lucky night because within minutes, I did.

My initial post was written in a drunken haste; it was basic and cringy. It went something like: I'm just a lost feline, looking for my master. I want to play; I am obedient... most of the time.

I scoff when I think about it, but the response was hot, nonetheless. I was happy I sent the message when I did, reminiscing on how this all came to be and as I lock my cock into my new chastity cage, I can feel my manhood start to swell behind the cold firmness of the metal, sending a lustful hot surge through my spine as I read the reply to my original message again:

"Hello, lost feline, it seems you need to meet a lion... or two. Don't expect to get your way; we are wild beasts. I will only entertain your dirty desires if you can please two animals in heat; the choice is yours. I see you are new. Bring your card to scan in tomorrow at 8. If you are even a second late, the door to your fantasy might be locked forever. We are lions, and lions do not wait; we devour as we please."

I close the message before I get to the details of how to get in, I want to live in the fantasy without the mechanics so I take a deep breath, and tuck my phone into my silky blush bra for good measure. The fabric brushing against my skin turning me on more and more than I think of the men who are about to take me and fuck me into submission.

My mind uncontrollably does hormone-inspired somersaults at the thought of their rough hands ripping through my delicate fabric mercilessly, causing my cock to twitch and attempt to leak beyond its current restriction.

As I slide on my new pink lace panties, the sleek fabric feels so amazing against my freshly shaven, smooth skin. The line of the thong snaps snugly between the crack of my tight round ass, causing my hole to clench, once again sending a rush of adrenaline spiking through my body; a swirl of excitement contributed by desire mixed with the fear of the unknown.

I feel completely brand new; from the lingerie to the cage, even the cherry-red lipstick I've strategically paired with the short blonde wig I'm wearing all feels foreign to me. When I look in the mirror, I see a completely different person, the person who only ever lived inside. I can't remember the last time I've even had a bare face, but I have a feeling that the new persona staring back at me will not be just a one-night gig.

One thing I can't deny is that I look hot. I feel like a different me, a newer model that's ready to get fucked into an ecstasy that's only existed in my dreams before tonight, the night it will all become real.

In a lust-driven haste, I throw on my tight black tube top and pleated leather skirt to hide my new panties and cock cage, before throwing on these gothic club boots and pierced cat ears I've purchased to finish my look.

I must admit I am a bit nervous walking out into the world looking like this, but this might be my only chance, and Issac is a trustworthy guy, so I've made up my mind, and I'm going to do this, I'm going to get fucked by two horned up lions in my new pussy persona.

I type the address on the card that Isaac gave me into the GPS and start driving toward the location. As the minutes dwindle down to my arrival time, I can feel the anxiousness and excitement build up even more in me; I feel like I might explode.

When I get there, the building looks abandoned, but I notice a door at the side has a couple walking out, looking like they've been through all sorts of wild activities. Their hair is a mess, their faces have dazed smiles, and they are currently stumbling in shuffle-like walks, so I instinctively knew this was where I needed to go.

I can hear my boots clacking as I make my way towards the door, head hanging low, hoping I don't run into anyone I might know.

When I get inside, I notice a staircase with the same image on the card painted on the wall above it, in purple neon paint. A large barcode with an arrow pointing to enter down through the staircase, where my fantasy awaits.

There's a large, tattooed man with a long grizzly beard wearing black sunglasses. He's ridiculously buff and is wearing a tight black wife beater, blocking the entrance. His demeanor is very stern and unpleasant, and he requests to see my card.

I show him, and he scans me in completely stone-faced with his phone.

The realization of what I am about to do finally captures me as I make my way down the hall, reading the numbers on the door. They go from high to low, and when I finally find room number eight, I take a deep breath and turn the handle of the door to make my way in.

The ambiance is dark, with neon lights in shades of indigo, cerulean, and rose, creating a mysterious tone, something sleek and sexy, beyond what I had built up in my head.

The scent in the air is masculine and woody, a mixture of what smells like expensive cologne or oil, fused with the musk of the men that stand before me, and it all hits my senses at once, heating me up unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

"Close the door and get on your knees!" The man standing to the left barks towards me, and I can't help but obey. I observe his posture as I eye him up and down.

He is a brawny and hairy Middle Eastern man, with a physique that I can only describe as statuesque, as he seems perfectly carved and made of the most pronounced stone. His body is scattered in coarse hair, and his chest is broad and strong. I can see the veins protruding from the muscles in his arms as he stands arrogantly on display, flexing and watching me obey his command.

His muscles glisten with oil, and I'm entranced as the man in the lion mask makes his way toward me, his meaty chest flexing as he strides my way proudly, completely bare, his long uncut cock swing slightly as he continues towards me and I swear I see it dripping sweet seed and fully ready to breed.

I sit obediently until he finally takes his stance in front of me, his thick black musty bush and weighty thick cock dangling in front of me. I can't help but open my mouth greedily while his counterpart watches, quiet, body stiff and controlled.

"I don't believe I have made a request of you yet. Close your mouth. Now! You filthy little whore!" he growls.

Like a good kitty, I obey, and he grabs the back of my head and rubs it on his groin, his coarse hair causing friction on my bare hungry face, as I breathe his scent in deeply. I want to taste him. I want to enjoy every single inch of his large, dangling meat as it brushes and drags across my chin, hardening slowly, smudging my lipstick, smearing my face.

He groans. "Yes, bitch, you will enjoy the scent of a lion, sniff the smell of my hot, dirty cock. Know how lucky you are to be with a filthy, primal beast, you hungry little whore."

I'm completely mesmerized. All I can do is shake my head in compliance as he continues to have his way. With his cock fully erect, he laughs tauntingly, now slapping my face violently with his manhood, globs of glaze splashing my face as he gestures for the other masked man with his free hand to come our way.

I swear the vibration from the second man's footsteps sends a buzzing electric shock through my caged tight sack as he nears closer, and I try to control my urge to taste the first man's slowly dripping sludge.

"Open," the man standing in front of me commands, and I obey. The first suck of him lights me up beyond belief as I taste his sticky sweet seed begin to coat my tongue. My horny thirst can't help but heighten as I feel the smooth skin of his cock being to glide against the roof of my mouth and tongue milking him hungrily as I tighten my mouthy grip. I reach to grab his ass for leverage, but he swats my hands away, so I do my best to maintain my position.

Stumbling slightly, I try my best to obey. It's impossible not to wince as his cock head forces through his uncut skin and throbs while he roughly thrusts into my mouth, grunting and coating my throat with his built up pre nut. His length inevitably makes me gag as he swells up and pumps me, periodically stuffing my face entirely in his bush, getting me completely drunk on his musk.

Through watery eyes I still try to watch the second man as he makes his way to the back of me while his friend just fucks my throat mercilessly, getting me lustfully high. He is also completely bare and the swinging of his cock as he strode past me made my own dick twitch in its constraint, wanting nothing but release and I swear I felt myself squeeze out just a bit of jizz, wanting to fully cream into ecstasy to get lost in this moment forever.

*Smack*

"Pay attention," the first man barks out, now with a fist full of my actual hair, the blonde wig and cat ears now tossed to the side. I attempt to shake my head in agreement, but his strong grip is so firm that all I can do is agree to the rhythm he has me locked in, allowing him to glide inside me at his own discretion.

A gust of air rushes over my back as I feel my leather skirt lift and thong snap to the side. "Mmm... Fresh pussy..." the second man grunts and my stomach tingles for a moment before going into a full clench as I feel his tongue begin lapping at my tight hole, it's winking and refusing, but I arch my back in compliance and allow him to eat, feeling pleased as his rough beard scratches up and down my exposed crack.

"You fucking whore!" the man fucking my mouth barks out, smacking me on my back so hard it causes me to cough on his cock. "Show him a lion's power. Breed the filthy bitch," he orders to the second man.

The man enjoying my hole continues to lick a bit more, stretching my cheeks, fucking me with his tongue and spitting inside me like a filthy cunt he knows he owns before snapping my thong and arching over me. The way my body melts as he begins smacking the head of his cock at the opening of my man cunt is indescribable. A hunger takes over me that just wants him to be inside me, to cream me out beyond belief, to leave me dripping with his hot spunk, helplessly leaking his warm slick baby batter.

"Your fucking filthy," the man fucking my throat barks out, his voice rough and a bit menacing. He thrusts into my throat a few more times, tightening his grip on my hair before spitting in my face, releasing his grip and positioning himself face down in front of me, his hair cheeks in front of my face.

Before I can process what's happening, the man behind me is pushing my head into the other's hairy cheeks before sticking his own cock into me roughly. I groan out between the musky cheeks in front of me, and the second man begins to fuck me, loosening my hole and forcing my face into a hairy musky hole.

"Are you stupid and filthy? Lick you dumb bitch!" the man barks out, and I begin to taste him. The experience is new to me, but as I'm getting fucked and feel the stickiness of sweat and spit bubbling up in my own hole, I'm getting more turned on and start licking as instructed. Before I know it, I am devouring his ass ravenously, and I can tell he is enjoying it as much as I am as he lets out deep grunts and uses his hands to expose himself more, balancing only on his face.

The man in the back is equally entranced. His balls are slapping against me so audibly, I know the others in the next room can hear as he opens me up, strangely hitting a pleasure zone I haven't experimented with much before. I try to keep calm and serve the man in front of me, but every time his slimy cock slips past that little pleasure bead in my pussy, I feel like I want to cream, the cage clamping my cock in place frustrating me more and more. I feel like a slave in heat, a teased little whore. I want my release, and I want it now.

"Fuck you, nasty bitch!" the man in back grunts out as he fucks me harder, his cock now throbbing as he grabs my ass with one final thrust, releasing his grip on my hair and sending my face barreling down deeper into the other man's hairy cheeks. My chin rests on his furry sack as I gasp for breath and try to continue to slowly eat.

A sense of euphoria rushes over me knowing I brought the man fucking me to his climax as his brick-hard cock spurts streams and globs of hot ball juice into my freshly fucked boy pussy. My hole clenches as he creams and glazes me, trying to pull his seed deeper and deeper into my guts, helping him mark his territory, claiming my fuckhole as his.

I try to concentrate on sucking on the hairy hole in front of me, the taste and sense fulfilling my need for manly attention, but a sense of disappointment rushes over me as I feel the second man slowly slip out of me, my hole clenching trying to keep him in, trying to let him know this is where he's meant to be.

"Good fucking pussy, bitch," he blurts out, massaging my cheeks, as I twitch my hole causing little bubbles and burps to form as he claps my ass open and shut, finalizing his dominance with one last hock and glob of spit adding to my wetness.

The man in front removes my face from his ass and stands up switching places with the guy who just seeded me. I can't help it as his shiny cum soaked cock swings in front of me. I open my mouth and begin to suck him and taste the mess we both just created in my now throbbing glazed hole.

"Fucking nice and used pussy, just how I like it," the second man blurts out as he arches over me and begins to thrust his way into my insides. The sweet taste of the man's cum-soaked cock in combination with the new rhythmic intense fucking I'm receiving is sending me over the moon. This guy is more intense, and I'm choking on the cock in front of me, trying not to lose my mind as my pleasure bead is getting just the right strokes. The combination of gooeyness inside me along with this man's merciless pleasure seeking is hitting my spot just right, and before I know it, a feeling takes over me like nothing I've ever felt.

I fall into a complete daze. I'm lost, but I'm here, feeling nothing but a tingling euphoria that takes over my entire body. My eyes roll back as my breath quickens, and I melt sloppily drooling into intense release. My own jizz starts leaking slightly through its constriction as my hole contracts, nipples stiffen, and my body goes limp. I've never cum like this before. I try to think as the pleasure continues longer than I'm used to, my body dazzling in places I never knew it could as my holes continue to be used.

When I finally gain composure is when I can tell the cock inside me has lost its constraint. I feel my hole once again get flooded with man cream as the man behind me grabs my waist, forcing my ass into his bush, as his dick convulses and spurts his piping hot load into my insides. "FUCKKK," he grunts, our bodies so flush I can feel his dangling sack constricting and releasing against my ass. His breath slows down and reclaims its natural pattern as his sweat drips into the dip of my back, and he releases his grip, sliding out of me and strutting his way to the front on me next to the man I am still trying to suck.

"Clean me, bitch," he orders, and I obey. I watch as they both smirk, giving each other hand gestures and teasing each other's nipples.

"Enough," the bolder man orders, and once again, I do as I'm told.

The second man makes his way around the room to pick up my wig, cat ears, and anything else I might have lost during our fuck session and tosses them in front of me like I'm a toy that's done being used.

"Go," he orders, and I collect my things and do as I'm told, still completely high off of what just happened as I rise with my things in my hand, my hole warm and dripping with both men's cum.

I don't bother to even try to get myself together more than adjusting my skirt and top as I leave the room and make my way out of the building. All I can think of is how I just fulfilled a fantasy and how so many more are starting to form in my head.

It's a crazy thought, but I can't wait to tell Issac, about the lions and the kitty that met all because of a card he slid to me on a regular day.

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If you enjoyed this short story, be sure to keep your eyes out for the Slate City series, announcements coming soon!

-K. Khianti