Taking the Lad out of Alladin Ch. 03

I was standing in the shower, crying, watching shaving cream and loose hair circle and slowly go down the train. Water ran down my gigantic boobs onto my stomach, around my cock, and down my legs. I was shaved completely bald below the neck. The tits were because a genii had twisted my wording on a wish, my new found extra nude nudity courtesy of a stripper named Jasmine who was teaching me to be a stripper and embrace my feminine side. Which really jiggled in a way that was pretty hot every time I shifted to let the shower head wash off another part of my body. My balls felt like they were sunburned and the shaving had left my skin raw and sensitive, but I could still feel my cock getting hard as I experimentally lifted up a boob and licked a nipple.

I reached my other hand down towards my cock when an ear piercing whistle came from the other room. "Get out here, sluuuuut!" Jasmine had been doing her last set while I showered, and returned. I shut off the water and grabbed a towel, trying to wrap it around myself and shuffling towards the dressing area. It was cold and I couldn't stop breathing hard and licking my lips as I left a trail of water from the shower to the dressing room.

I yelped as Jasmine jerked the towel away and tossed it on the floor. "All right, club's closing, we've got to clear out. And I can't keep calling you slut all the time, too many people around here would think I was talking to them and it could get confusing. Your new name is Alain, got it?"

"Yes Jasmine." When I hadn't been washing my new boobs over and over I had been thinking in the shower and decided it was easiest just to agree with her until I could figure a way out of this. "How am I supposed to get home though? I don't know where I am, and I don't have any clothes with me, and my shirts won't fit anymore anyway!"

"No worries, babe, you're staying with me. I don't trust you to come back if you get away, and you can help me catch up on my rent." She poked her tongue into her cheek in the universal blow job symbol and grinned at me as I shivered. My nipples hardened and I told it was from the cold air and not from the wish making me kinky now as she licked her lips and continued. "And don't worry about the clothes, you're getting a whole new wardrobe."

I felt a shiver run up my spine as she walked over to a large rack of hanging clothes and started tossing me items one at a time. "Put these on."

A white top hit me in the face and I pulled it on, grateful to be covered at least a little. Except it barely came down far enough to cover my nipples. I was still showing a whole lot of tit meat, and the white material clung to my wet skin and my hard nipples pushed it out. It was practically see through. A bright red skirt followed and I looked at it and sighed, then pulled it up my legs with trembling hands. It was almost as bad, if I held it down with both hands it wouldn't ride up and show everyone my gentleman's quarters, but that left me with no hands to cover my titties. Finally a pair of shoes came over, the kind that push a woman's butt up like high heels, but have a solid wedge to walk on. Like training high heels or something. I wanted to scream and shout and curse about how unfair all this was but I made myself keep quiet instead. I didn't want to make things worse so I slipped the heels on and stood there with one hand pulling my skirt down and the other clamped over my tits and covering as much of my chest as I could.

Jasmine looked me over and laughed. "We're going to have to work on that modesty, I see. Don't worry though, you'll be shaking those big cow jugs for singles before you know it." I took another deep breath that made my boobs do some really interesting things, but at least she seemed amused instead of pissed. She pulled on a pair kağıthane escort of blue jeans, a flannel shirt, and a pair of combat boots over the lingerie she was wearing from her last dance, and started walking. "Come on Alain, or I'll have you crawl. Night gals!"

The few remaining strippers gave her a round of good nights and watched us leave with curiosity. I was hoping one of them, a stripper named Cinnamon, would help me figure out a third wish that would get me out of this mess, but for now I was on my own. I followed Jasmine out of the club and down the block to a subway entrance. I didn't recognize the names on the subway system or any of the signs, and still had no idea where I was. Thankfully the streets were deserted this time of night and I managed to walk in the wedges without falling over or breaking an ankle. Still, I was doing a lot of jiggling, and it was a constant battle to keep my cock from getting hard with all that going on right under my nose.

We got to the subway entrance and Jasmine swiped her card, walked through the turnstyle, then handed it back to me. I wanted to run but the crazy dominatrix stripper actually seemed safer than stumbling around an unknown city at night so I swiped it a second time and followed her through the turnstyle. She relaxed a little now that we were off the street, and grinned at me. She gave one of my boobs a hard squeeze and I gasped as she casually informed me, "I'm going to have fun with you, slut. I've got all sorts of ideas."

We waited for the subway car by ourselves and Jasmine started describing what she was going to do to me in lurid detail. And the thing was, it kind of turned me on. I mean, I couldn't see my dick because of my boobs now, but I could feel it growing and pushing against the skirt. I started rubbing the skirt back and forth across it, and it felt amazing as Jasmine described maid's uniforms, and butt plugs, and being spanked, and being shown off at parties while she trained me to become a stripper. It was like Yoda if he had been really horny from being alone in a swamp for so long and was interested in way more than Luke levitating rocks.

I could feel pre-cum dripping from the end of my cock as the train rolled up, and Jasmine snapped her fingers and stepped on board. I obediently shuffled along behind, still getting used to the wedges and taking tiny, mincing steps that still thrust my crotch forward and made my ass sway. The car was almost empty, and she walked over to an empty seat away from a few other bleary eyed passengers and flopped down. I followed and stood beside her, and licked my lips, then looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Well, what are you waiting for? An invitation in the mail?"

I shook my head, and leaned over to whisper. "If I sit down, they'll see right up my skirt and I've got a commando situation right now." My cock was trying to push the skirt up but I held the hem down in a death grip, while Jasmine around me to see the other passengers, and nodded. "They will see right up your skirt, won't they? Would that embarrass you Alain?"

I nodded. "Please don't make me sit down, please! I don't want anyone to see me like this!"

Jasmine nodded and smiled at me. "Hold still. That's an order." I started to bolt for the next car but instead I froze in place. The wish wouldn't let me say no. Jasmine reached into her pocket and pulled out a tube of red lipstick. She looked me in the eyes and pulled off the cap. "All sissy slave privileges come with a price." She started to write on my chest. My tits were a pretty large canvas, and she took her time writing out "USE ME" in big block letters, one word on each mound of fuck meat. "Turn around and face those gentlemen now, and be grateful you don't have to sit."

The elit escort istanbul other passengers, three young guys probably in their twenties getting off a night shift somewhere, looked at me and swallowed as one. They jabbed each other with elbows as cell phones came out and they took pictures of me standing there, still holding my skirt down with one hand and trying to hide my chest with the other. I felt a warm flush of embarrassment but hoped the worst was over, and then one looked me in the eyes and cleared his throat. "Hey, what's that say on your tits?"

He hadn't told me to do anything, technically, just asked a question, and I clenched my jaw and hoped he'd shut up. Jasmine's voice behind me killed that dream. "Answer the young man, Alain."

I inhaled and my mouth made the sounds it needed to make. "Use me."

I could see them getting hard, their cocks pressing against their trousers. Suddenly my brain was getting foggy, some part of me needed this. I could feel their attention fully on me, looking at my big wet boobs, violating me with their eyes. Uhhhhh, why was I enjoying this so much? I knew part of it was from the wish, but my cock seemed to be getting hard on its own too. Could I have really taped all those episodes of Baywatch for the Hoff instead of Pamela Anderson?

"So, like what, we should use your tits? For like, sex?"

They still had only asked a question, but this time Jasmine didn't have to tell me. I closed my eyes and moaned. I wanted it so bad, but I fought myself and tried to at least minimize the damage. "Yes, please, use my big whore titties! Jerk off on my dumb cow udders! Spray them with your cum, I want you to coat my jugs with your hot jizz!"

The guys looked around like they thought Ashton Kutcher was going to tell them they'd been Punk'd, but then I sank to my knees. I pulled my top off over my head and pushed my tits together. I rubbed them up and down, squeezing and toying with them, pinching my nipples, and evidently that convinced them I was really into it. And I really was, I just didn't want to be.

Then the first one was over and standing in front of me, pulling his pants down and his cock out. My whole body was on fire with pleasure as I licked my lips and stared at his hand as it worked his cock. He moaned and I imagined what his dick would feel like between my boobs if I used them to jerk him off. I bounced up and down, giving him a show, making the girls jiggle and bounce for his pleasure as his friends joined him in a semi-circle around me and two more cocks came out. I was in heat, a sex starved bimbo unable to contain herself, and then I felt something from behind.

Jasmine was using the toe of her leather boot to rub my balls. She followed along as I bounced up and down, rubbing the leather toe on the sensitive skin, then up and down the length of my cock, increasing my pleasure. I had never felt so good. I was moaning along with the man in front of me, eyes closed, when he started to moan and I opened my eyes just in time to see his cock twitch. And just like that another dude's cum was spewing all over my tits. It felt so warm and sexy and good to have my new jugs covered in cum. I moaned and tried to push back against Jasmine's foot, but she pulled it away.

Then the second man stepped closer, and I eagerly held my tits up under his cock, desperate for more. He dribbled more than spurted, but I moved my tits around to cover as much skin as possible with his semen. Anything to feel Jasmine's boot on my cock again. And there it was, teasing, rubbing, pushing, tormenting me. I really went to work with my tits, tossing them up and down and from side to side, making the cum on them roll back and forth. I was hoping Jasmine would get me off, but she wanted to fatih escort tease me more.

I'm not proud to say it now, but the way I bounced those tits around would have made the Harlem Globetrotters envious. I worked them like I was a crazy person, and in no time the third dick was spewing come right down the crack between my titties. I smashed them together so I didn't waste a single drop and arched my back, moaning and so sure Jasmine would let come now. I just needed a little bit more pressure, one more stroke, the tiniest bit of friction, but she just moved her foot away. I whimpered and I think I cried out a little then, but in a manly way, and I heard her chuckle.

I shook my head from side to side and moaned. She didn't let me come. I shook my hands to get some feeling back in my fingers, clamped them back on my boobs, and glared at the three guys who were stuffing their cocks back in their underwear and arranging their pants. "Do it again!"

"Huh?" They looked at me, back at each other, then back at me. "Look lady, I don't know-"

I growled like I was possessed by the devil ghost of Tom Wait's dog. "DO! IT! AGAIN! I need your jizz on my tits, now get those dicks hard again and give me more jizz or I will eat your fucking eyes out of your skull and jerk off on the empty sockets!" This was not my proudest moment, and I would probably need to soften that up a little in the future if I wanted tips instead of assault charges, but for now it worked.

Their pants came down and they started jerking themselves off again as the toe of Jasmine's boot found my cock and I moaned in pleasure. I worked those boobs, used them to tease, I did every trick I could think of except turning them into balloon animals. I worked my new tits like Picasso worked a brush, just with more nipples and jizz.

Unfortunately, Jasmine did the same to me, she just wouldn't give me the final push I needed to over the edge. I was harder than I had ever been in my life. I felt like I could come any second, if she just rubbed a little harder, a little longer, but she wouldn't. We were in a boot fuck titty fuck detente, and neither one of us would back down.

And then the guy who came first last time said the very last words I wanted to hear. "Ah, make me come now, you fucking slut!"

I don't know if it was the wish, the fog in my brain, or I was just feeling extra helpful that night, but that's what I did. I buried his whole cock in between my tits, and massaged it as hard as I could. His cock twitched deep in the valley I made with those mounds of flesh, erupting, spewing, shooting his cum all over them, until finally he sank back and fell into a chair, not even bothering to pull up his pants. I attacked the next two cocks as soon as he was done, wrapping my tits around them, jerking them off with my boobs, clamping down on the balls and squeezing every last little bit of hot, thick jizz out and onto my tits. I was so close, so close, I could feel Jasmine shifting her foot, now if she just moved it forward the tiniest bit...

And then the subway train stopped. And Jasmine stopped. And I sobbed, on the floor, six loads of come between my breasts, so close to having an orgasm, so very close.

"Put your shirt on, and follow me Alain."

I stood up with trembling knees and followed her out, fumbling with the short white t-shirt. The come glued the thin fabric to my chest, and I looked down to see the words Jasmine had written there. "Use me." That's what they had done. They had used me like an inflatable sex doll, and my cock was still so hard it pushed out against the skirt I was wearing, desperate and needy for attention. I followed Jasmine, thrusting my hips forward so my cock rubbed against the skirt, trying desperately to stop imagining all the other ways people would be using my body. I shouldn't have bothered, because it turns out there were things I couldn't even imagine at the time waiting for me.

Oh, and fuck mass transit, the one time you want a delay the train actually arrives on time. Fucking bullshit.