Taking the Lad out of Alladin Ch. 14

I loved bacon, and I loved orgasms. But somehow being told I was getting a piggygasm sounded bad. Like, real, real bad.

On the other hand, everyone was looking at me again and I heard that rushing sound in my ears and my cock was trying to get hard in its cage, and my nipples were tingling. I swayed a little and lowered my chest so they rubbed on the floor. It was only a little contact but they got super hard and pulled in tight.

This raised my ass up in the air, and Jasmine popped my tail out. I moaned as widest part of the plug caught, then came out. Jasmine took the weird looking thing and slid it inside my loosened asshole and turned it on. The vibrations filled me up, and Jasmine angled it up and started moving it around inside me.

I arched my back some more to make the intrusion more comfortable, and my tits mashed into the floor a little more. Jasmine kept moving it around, like she was looking for something. She slapped my thighs and I moved my legs further apart.

Someone in the crowd started giving advice, telling her which way to move it and to turn up the vibration, and Jasmine grunted and yanked it out. "Screw this. On your back, Piggy."

I rolled over on my back, and my boobs headed for my armpits. Jasmine rolled my legs up so my caged penis was pointing towards my face, and my ankles were near my shoulders. It felt like one of the wrestling moves someone used on me in high school, and then she stuck the vibrator back in my butt.

People shifted around the room to get a better look and that warm feeling was there, keeping time with my ragged breathing and quickening heartbeat. Jasmine was rooting around again, and suddenly come started oozing out of my cock. She stopped and gave a throaty chuckle. "There it is. Open wide for your piggygasm!" She turned the vibrator on full and put more pressure on it as come started running out faster.

Oh, so that's what the weirdly shaped vibrator was for.

I closed my eyes and opened wide. The first splash of come hit the top of my tits, and I could feel Jasmine shifting my hips to aim. The second went right into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I gagged a little before I managed to swallow, and another gooey spurt of jizz landed in my mouth. I didn't feel my cock twitching and an orgasm like I usually did. It just felt like peeing really thick pee.

There was still the rush of being watched, but no climax. I pushed my tits together and juggled them for my audience, and moaned and oinked as I swallowed my own come, and the pleasure built some more. But still no orgasm. I thought about people watching the video, jerking off to my body and the obscene things I was doing, and the pleasure built some more, but still no climax.

I was panting and felt like I was going to have a heart attack when Jasmine finally turned the vibrator off and pulled it out. She looked down at me, with this weird look. Like, it was super horny but at the same time kind of scary. She muttered, "Not enough," and slipped two of her fingers inside of me.

She had this really intense look on her face, and moved her fingers around, and I could feel my body changing again. My balls had been pretty empty, but I swear I could see them filling back up again. It was like watching one of those videos where they show mold growing but speed it up 100x time. Jasmine was smiling down at me now, a really creepy smile, but her eyes were still wide and she wasn't blinking enough.

"Piggy's have big orgasms. And their balls hurt when they don't get them. So what do Piggy's do? Do they beg for a piggygasm and eat their nasty slime, or do they put up with that horrible, gnawing ache in their useless nuts? This little Piggy's going to find out. Yes, he's going to make so much come, buckets and buckets of it, but what's he going to do with all that disgusting boy slime?"

Thick ropes of come ran out of my dick like a garden hose. It poured into my mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could. It tasted bitter and awful, and the texture was like slimy, congealed gravy. But everyone was watching, and I felt amazing. Porn stars did this kind of shit, but they took a bunch of supplements and ate kale and hit the gym every day and didn't jerk off for a week before a shoot, but I was going to come like this every time. And people would see it and lick their lips and adjust their clothing and go home and fuck while they thought about it. While they thought about me.

Finally it was over, and Jasmine popped my tail back in, and gave my ass a slap. She was grinning down at me, and looked normal again. "You can kiss people's feet and give them a piggy oink as they leave now."

I flopped down on the carpet. It wasn't very graceful. I was also still super turned on, but managed to find enough brain cells to crawl over to the steps leading up out of the basement. Some people just circled around or gave me a polite "No, thank you," and kept walking, but I tasted plenty of shoes and oinked for others as they left. I think some of the subs even got into it, giggling and slapping my ass as they walked by after I debased myself for their pleasure.

Finally, it was just me, Jasmine, and Anna. I was so horny I swear my dick could have cut glass if it hadn't been locked up.

Anna flopped down on a couch. Jasmine walked over to her. "So when can he start?"

Anna blew out a breath and checked her phone. "We have an open spot starting next week. Three dances a night, usual rates. And he can pick up extra cash on his own time, if that's his thing." She kind of grinned. "It kind of seems like it own't be a problem at least."

"That works." Jasmine stuck out her hand, and they shook.

It seemed like Anna held on a little longer than she needed to. "It was good seeing you. You could even stay the night. You know, just if you wanted."

I was come drunk and stupid, but even I could sense the tension in the room. It was also the first time I had seen Jasmine even close to rattled. She swallowed hard and kind of flushed. "It was... I liked seeing you. Look, I gotta get this thing with Piggy sorted out. It could be really good for me if it works, but really bad if it doesn't, but maybe when it's over I'll give you a call."

Anna nodded and kind of laughed. "You sound like you owe money to the mob." She held up a hand as Jasmine's jaw tightened. "Hey, sorry, it's your business and you handle it as you like. All good."

Jasmine relaxed and they both nodded at each other, then Jasmine looked at me. "You, get your clothes on."

I didn't even bother standing up, just crawled over to where my clothes were on the floor. It didn't take long to get dressed. The bodily fluids and sweat soaked through the tube top almost instantly. I had to stand up to pull the skirt on, and the pig tail plug kind of poked out in the back. I looked at Jasmine with big sad puppy dog eyes but she just shook her head and told me, "Piggy's have tails, get used to it." I nodded and slid my feet into the flip flops, then stood there.

"Oh fine." Jasmine walked behind me and yanked the plug out, then handed it to me. "Don't lose it."

I yelped but grabbed onto it with both hands. Anna gave me a wink and said, "See you in a week," and we went outside. It had gotten colder, and after grumbling for a minute Jasmine walked us over one block and hailed a cab. I hid the plug in my lap, since I wasn't sure how legal it was to show someone a novelty butt plug, but the driver barely took his eyes off my tits anyway.

Seriously, we almost went right through at least two red lights.

We finally pulled to a stop a block from Jasmine's place. She handed him some cash, and we piled out. As he was fucking with his phone, Jasmine turned to me. "Two things, number one, show him your tits."

I pulled my tube top down, and the gals popped right out. My nipples hardened up again in the cold air, and Jasmine knocked on his window. He turned to look and his eyes widened and his face flushed with color. "Nah, don't be a prude, smash them on the glass. Wriggle them around, give him a show."

I did it, kind of reluctanty at first. Then he pulled his cock out and started jerking off.

I got into it too, and started rubbing my tits up and down, and licking my lips. He jerked his cock harder and harder while I moved my tits around and gave him the best show I could. It didn't take him long to pop, which was good because I was afraid my nipples were going to get frostbite or something.

Jasmine saw he'd finished, and shrugged. "Good enough, Piggy. Put them away now."

I straightened up and covered my fuckbags. I looked at her and shivered. "Why?" It was probably a dumb question, but I wanted to know what prompted her to give this guy his own Dear Penthouse letter.

She shrugged. "I only had two bucks to tip him." She waited until he drove away, then started walking to her apartment. "Second thing, stripping 101: Never take a cab or a ride directly to your place. Get out a block or two away, and wait until they leave to walk to your place. You're better off if any potential stalkers think you live somewhere else. Trust me on this one."

I chewed on that while we walked to her apartment. There was no else around but I still kept a double grip on the butt plug, covering it as much as I could. You never knew who had one of those doorbells that spied on people. I breathed a sigh of relief when we finally got to her apartment and walked up the stairs to her door.

She opened it and stepped in, but then turned to look at me. "You shoved me early, and that really pisses me off."

I looked down at the floor. "Yeah. I'm sorry. Like, really sorry."

She was breathing hard, but waited a couple of seconds before she spoke. "I could strip you naked and leave you right here to sleep for the night. You're going to be naked around a lot people, and some will think that gives them certain rights to your body, but it doesn't. You need to learn that, for yourself and how you interact with other people. People who are your co-workers and your customers."

A rush of terror sweat appeared in my armpits, but I nodded. "Yeah, I get it if, like, you don't feel safe anymore. I won't do it again, but yeah."

"You better fucking not." She stepped aside. "Get in."

I almost sobbed in relief as I stepped inside and she shut the door and locked it behind us. "You're on the couch, I've only got a week to make you a passable stripper. Longer would be good for both of us, but I want this done. We start in the morning." She went over to the closet and tossed me a blanket, then went to her room. I was pretty sure I heard the door lock behind her.

I put the butt plug on an end table, and flopped down on the couch. I was asleep pretty much instantly.

-Casey Heart