1. Walt's worst nightmare


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

    the tiled floor. The next unexpected thing to happen is not quite so exciting, but it’s still worth recounting. The monster’s head rolls off and bounces thunderously onto the floor. Beneath it is a mane of long black hair. The very pretty face beneath that is somehow not spoiled by its excessively smug expression. My seventh ejaculation tells her I am English. ‘Fucking hell, you’re a… a…’ She ignores me. ‘Oh, monsieur! Merci! You are very kind… sank you for allowing me…’ ‘…a … a fucking girl. You’re a fucking girl!’ ‘Ah! You noteece, eh? What?' She wrinkles her previously perfect nose. 'You sink ah was… a mouse? A real mouse or somesing?’ Though sprawling on a raft of confusion, I drift on a glassy sea of utter relief. Was I wanked by a man or a mouse? No. Neither. A girl! It was a girl! And a particularly pretty one. Phew. Then a fin of incredulity breaks through the shimmering surface and circles my self-satisfaction. The sea erupts into blood and foam. ‘What the fuck was that all about? What is this?' More mime, the hands and facial expression an approximation of 'It is what it is'. And then she actually fucking says it. 'Eet eez what eet eez.' 'Look, last thing I expected this morning was Mickey fucking Mouse tossing me off in a toilet, for Christ’s sake…’ Then I panic - crazily, animatedly - spinning around with wide and wild eyes. ‘Is this being fucking filmed or something?’ She raises an eyebrow, purses her lips in a very French manner. ‘Mais oui, bien sûr… Of course: ...
    eet eez for… Mickey’s Christmas Special…’ her serrated cackles are sharpened by every hard surface they encounter, ‘so kindly mind your, er… fuckeeng language.’ She coughs, rubs her hands and pulls herself together, suddenly looking very serious. ‘Très bien! Pardon, mais… Let me… er… explain: it eez… simply a wager. A bet.' 'A bet?' 'Oui. Ze staff ‘ere are ‘aving a leetle bet. And now I am winning ze bet: ze first to make ze customer, ‘ow you say… cum? …while wearing zis stupeed costume.’ I am angry now. Wanking for pleasure is all very fine, but for money? She wanked me off for money? I feel cheapened. Soiled. Prostituted. ‘A bet? A fucking bet? You wanked me off for a bet, wearing…wearing… that?’ With a look of total disgust, I point to the massive ugly head now trapped between the toilet bowl and the wall. However, the businessman in me takes over, quickly morphs the disgust into pecuniary curiosity. ‘How much? How much was the bet?’ ‘ Er… un moment… cent… ‘ow you say? Oui! One ‘undred Euros!' Again the smug smile. 'Pas mal pour cinq minutes de travail, non?’ No, not bad for five minutes’ work. With joy, she dances some Mickey-esque steps, but slips on the cum-splashed floor. As she theatrically tumbles, she hits her head on the sink with a sickening crack before slamming comically onto the tiles. She groans, utters Gallic oaths and crawls on her knees, red trousers and black tailcoat now smeared with copious shiny spunk. It is totally fascinating. As strange a sight as I ...