1. Walt's worst nightmare


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    piss at all. Shuffling my feet, I glance apologetically over my shoulder. He shrugs his shoulders and raises his palms in an exaggerated ‘Who’d have believed it?’ sort of way, then scratches his famous head. He is the epitome of silence, a mere mime, but in my head I hear him whine every word. That voice! That annoying fucking ridiculous voice! Raising a white finger, he tilts his head, as though an idea has just hit him. With a gloved hand conspiratorially pressed to his mouth, he skips across the tiles, oversize yellow shoes clomping. Again, it's all in that twee, sickening, over-the-top manner that enjoins every well-adjusted individual to summarily dispatch anyone who ever pressed a palm to an imaginary wall. Shockingly, a cotton-covered hand grabs my limp dick. I pull away, but he isn’t letting go. I pull again. No release. I half-heartedly hit him on the head, but it’s rock hard, some sort of plastic, and it’s pointless. It strikes me that I’ve never before had my cock in the three-fingered hand of a six-foot mouse. Though obviously horrified, I’m also somewhat intrigued, and so surrender to his cartoon shenanigans. I simply stand and wait to see what transpires. Surely Old Walt never dreamed up this scenario? But what the fuck is happening here? The beast falls to its knees. A hand on my dick and now a hand cupping my balls through the material of my trousers? I must be dreaming, because he… er… it, really knows how to touch, how to make a guy’s thoughts turn from ...
    pissing to sex. And a sick thought is being flamboyantly scribbled across the flickering blank screen of my mind: this is suitable payback for having to sit through all those sickly-sentimental movies when I was a kid. And then I remember: when I was very small, Walt - the bastard - had even made me cry, had actually intended for this innocent child to be broken-hearted, had ordered Bambi’s mum to be slaughtered by hunters, an unnecessarily shocking event from which I have never fully recovered. So now, in retribution for that trauma, I decide I’m having his bitch. If only it had a proper fucking mouth… Before I know it, I’m swollen full-length and the little fella is beating it from tip to balls, pumping like his life depends on it. When he first arrived at my side, I was sort of expecting a clever trick, a wave of a wand to help me urinate, but it’s a different wand he’s waving, and at this rate a much different fluid will soon be squirting from me. His hand is now a cartoon blur. The smiling yet empty face looks up at me, gives a little nod, and that’s when I climax. Reaching out, I grab onto those iconic ears for support and let it all go. My eyes are closed, but I hear the mouse utter a little squeak of glee with every spurt that spatters its massive plastic head. As the orgasm subsides, I glance down. Cum is dribbling across the shiny pink face. It traverses eyes and nose, then slowly flows into the permanently surprised mouth. Globules drip from the dimpled chin and onto ...
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