UN-MISERABLE
By SmittySmith



So I’m sitting here listening to yet another suit across a desk rave
to me about how wonderful it is to be working with an artist of my
stature, about how great my music is, and about how much it means
that I chose him to direct my video. What I put up with for millions
of dollars a year and the ability to have 10 cars. I’m in this
meeting because this suit (who goes by the name of Richard McNary) is
the director of my next music video, the song’s called “The Power You
Hold.” He’s got this idea that he thinks is just great, its been used
before, but not real often. Basically the songs about me being
completely under the influence of a girl, so his brilliant idea is to
make me appear to be various sizes, most of them small, with a girl
of normal size. I tell him the same thing I tell all the directors:

“Look, you’re the creative guy, just tell me who’s the girl?”

He smiles at me, apparently thinking he did good “Stacy Shelly” Whoa.
That one nearly floored me. Stacy’s a girl I’ve been hoping to get in
one of my videos since my debut 3 years ago. (She’s basically Vida
Guerra, if you don’t know what she looks like, find out! Hispanic
beauty with a great figure…..back to the story).  I kept my cool
though and nodded my approval.

“Fantastic! So I’ll see you on Tuesday Babby!”

“My names Bobby. Bobby Robinson.”

“Right right. So I’ll see you Tuesday!” Slick guys like him make me
so sick.

I roll up to the studios at about 10:00 Tuesday morning, everything’s
set up and the stars are ready for makeup. I walk onto the set at
10:45 ready to do my thing like I’ve done so many times.

“Bibby! There you are!”

“Bobby”

“Right right….Here’s the deal, we’re gonna shoot the full size scenes
through the morning, and this afternoon we’ll get started on the
smaller stuff.”

I took my mark on stage as the sound crew hit the music. This part
was all pretty basic, lip syncing to a song I wrote and practiced
thousands of times. Then Stacy came out. She looked great as she
always does. It was all I could do to keep my composure, but as the
stylish vet that I am, I covered it. Kind of. This went on throughout
the morning. Maybe it was just me, but there was an extra bounce in
Stacy’s step. Not that I could blame her, I tend to be the hottest
artist around. So the morning came and went with nothing worth
telling about. There apparently weren’t many full sized scenes, so we
were done with this segment by lunch.

I ate alone, per my usual, directly across from Stacy. I gave her my
patented looks, and I know at least a few of them caught her eye. She
seems to be the shy type. I’ll change that.

 I walked back into the studio expecting to see blue screens all over
the place. Instead I see the same basic set (which by the way is the
lobby of a hotel with an opening into an “outdoor” pool.) with one
small addition. There is this….probably 7’ tall piece of machinery
standing in the corner.

“Hey Richie, what’s going on here? I thought we were doing the
different sizes this afternoon. Where are all the blue screens? And
what is that monstrosity in the corner?”

“Betty…baby-“

“Bobby”

“Right Right…..I don’t use blue screens in any of my work. They make
for too cheap of a product. I go for that realism. And this
‘monstrosity’ is what is going to give us that realism. That, my
friend, is a molecular defragmenter. Basically, it’ll rearrange your
body’s makeup into a much more compact form. Kind of like taking a
crumpled up piece of paper and making it smooth and flat. All the
material is still there, just in an easier to manage form. Oh, and
it’ll also make you any size we want”

“Umm….I’m really not comfortable doing that Richie”

“Oh don’t be a baby Bobby! Everything’s still there, you won’t lose
anything. And to boot, you’ll be virtually indestructible, so there’s
nothing to worry about! It’s completely safe! Besides, you signed a
contract. As you said, I’m the creative guy. You just do the lip
syncing”

As he said that I was walked over to the machine. That’s always been
one of my problems. For all my showboating, I’ve always sort of let
people walk over me if they put any effort into it at all. The next
thing I knew I was locked into that dark machine. It wasn’t dark for
long though, as it was shortly filled with a bright blue light. I
felt all warm and fuzzy for a few moments and it was gone. Then the
door was opened and I looked out into a room full of giants and
giantesses.

I was about 12 inches tall. This was the first of many sizes I would
experience this afternoon. It was anything but the standard video
shoot. Stacy was the first person I really saw and focused on after I
came out of the machine. She gently wrapped her hand around me and
carried me onto the stage, her hand covered my completely from my
knees to nearly my chest. I had never felt anything like that before
in my life! It was all I could do to keep that….um….to myself. That
eventually proved to be a moot point though, after all I went through
that week. She held me up to her beautiful face, and I scanned her
body as I was on my way up. At these proportions…..well…..lets just
say I Richie chosethe right girl.

“Hey Mr. Robinson….I hope you’re OK with this, because I’ve really
been looking forward to it.”

“Call be Bobby Stacy, and believe me, if I had to be in the palm of a
girl’s hand, there’s no other girl I’d rather it be.”

That made her blush. I have her right where I want her. 



The first scene was Stacy dancing with me in her grip. Thank God this
song wasn’t that fast, or I think I would have lost my lunch. I
really had no idea what was going to happen throughout this shoot, I
suppose that’s the drawback of giving up creative control over the
videos. So anyway, we were dancing, or at least Stacy was, and
suddenly I found myself stuck into her cleavage of her halter top.
This caught me completely off guard. She looked down at me with an
amazing look on her face and pushed her breasts together until they
smothered me. I was in a dream….a dream which I was suddenly yanked
from when I heard Richie yell “CUT!” He got all up in my face, but I
think he just wanted to jam his face into Stacy’s overflowing chest.

“Buddy! You have GOT to keep your composure! Stacy’s going to be
doing this and more throughout this shoot. I can’t have you going all
loopy on me every time. Time is money and now we’re going to have to
re-shoot this scene!”

Reshoot the scene? And that was supposed to be a threat? I was
prepared for it this time though, and I managed to keep my mouth
moving while I was surrounded by Stacy’s tan smooth flesh on all
sides. When the scene was done Stacy ran off to change into a bikini
for the next scene. When she walked back in I had my back to her
standing on a stool near the pool, she walked right up to me. When I
turned around her stomach filled my view. A sight I would remember
for as long as I live. I was rudely awoken yet again by Richie and my
music blasting. I did my thing as Stacy danced around the stool. I
stole more than a couple glances at various parts of her body, after
the stomach shot, I couldn’t help myself.  Once again I was caught by
surprise as I was lifted into the air and tucked into the top of her
bikini bottom, with my entire lower body hidden. We had to reshoot
that scene a couple times, but I’ll admit that some of those I messed
up on purpose. Who could blame me? After that
  it was back into the machine to be changed back to full size. That
was it for Day 1 on the shoot. Probably the first time I felt any
disappointment whatsoever to see a video shoot come to a conclusion.

I fell asleep quickly that night. I think that molecular
de-whateverization takes a lot of energy out of me. I never had more
vivid dreams though. I dreamed I was alone with Stacy, but suddenly I
shrunk to my 5” height of the video, and suddenly the girls from all
my previous videos came in all at once. It was crazy. Before I knew
it I was shoved between a pair of warm breasts, but before I could
get comfortable I was grabbed and shoved down another girl’s blouse
and squeezed. Then another girl grabbed me and dropped me down the
back of her panties, and on and on it went.  As I said, it was all so
vivid and lifelike, I could almost feel the warmth escaping their
skin. When I awoke the next morning I was still just as exhausted as
I was when I fell asleep the night before. It was almost as if I
didn’t rest at all. But I knew I had to get to the studios, and
though I was normally late, I didn’t want to keep Stacy waiting.

The day started like the second half of yesterday did, with me
shrinking. Down to 5 inches this time.

“Hey Bobby!” It was Stacy, she was walking towards me in her bikini
costume from the other day. This was really the first time I got a
good look at her in it, at least a full view anyway. The suit itself
was baby blue, the top was stretched nearly beyond its limits as
Stacy is a truly gifted woman. And of course there was her backside.
Though I couldn’t see it now, I sure got a good look at it yesterday
as she was dancing around my stool. Her butt is really what has made
Stacy’s career. It’s full and firm and smooth, but not fat at all. It
was perfectly tan all the way across, and not wrinkled or speckled at
all. Trust me, I had the perspective to know. While she wasn’t quite
wearing a thong, the bikini bottom was small enough to drive anyone
wild. I envied the guys behind her to a degree as she bent over to
pick me up, but I’m not complaining considering the view of her
cleavage she gave me.

“There are my stars! And already in costume!” Great….Richie
“Look…today’s gonna be a little different. I’m not really going to
give you any guidelines until the final scene, which will be great,
but for most of the day, I just want the two of you to interact at
your size difference, show off for your public, you know what the
people wanna see. And Diddy, don’t worry about the lip synching, we
have enough of that from yesterday’s shots, today is just gonna be
the two of you and you’re reactions”

“It’s Bobby”

“Right right” Apparently he can still hear me just fine, if I could
only get him to listen to me.

Stacy carried me over to the poolside set and sat down on a lawn
chair, she then rested me on her stomach as the music started. I was
caught off guard for a moment, but I don’t need any choreographers to
tell me how to dance to my own song, so that’s just what I did, on
the most beautiful dance floor I’ve ever been on. I was going pretty
good, until I tripped over her bellybutton. That drew a good laugh
out of my hostess. She picked me out of her belly button and covered
me against her stomach with the palm of her hand. Then she scooped me
up and raised me to her face. Just when I started to get nervous, I
heard “Cut!” from Richie. For once I was a bit relieved to hear his
voice.

Stacy set me on the small table near the chair as my voice blared
over the sound system again. She then went on doing her thing, and
she does it well. As she danced seductively over me, I decided to
kick back and enjoy the show, watching her butt swing back and
forth…over and over. I was so hypnotized by that movement that I
didn’t even notice she had changed positions. She turned around and
began to lower herself over the table, she was leaning over like she
was looking for something on the other side of the table, put her
left leg in the air and let her chest come to a rest on the table.
Right on top of me. I was smashed beneath the weight of her right
breast. Thank God Richie ensured that machine made me pretty much
indestructible, because I don’t know how else I was managing to
survive all that weight. I started to feel the weigh recede, Stacy
was obviously standing up. But instead of staying on the table, for
some reason I grabbed hold to the lip of the cup on her bikini
  top. She giggled and began dancing again, massaging her breasts
together making me swing like I was a human pendulum. Then she moved
her hands to the front of her breasts and rubbed me into her right
boob yet again. I knew the cameras had to be eating this up, but
suddenly I heard another “Cut!”

“Stacy! Bobby! You’re fantastic! The cameras love you! We have time
for one more scene before we break for lunch, so make it good!” Oh
thanks Richie, now you get my name right.

Stacy lifted me off her top and holds me by my collar and lifted me
into the air as my music came on yet again. She licked her lips as
she lowered me into her mouth. This time though I was ready for it,
it was all just a part of the video right?. She can’t hurt me, not in
front of all these cameras, so I decided to just enjoy it. I hammed
it up a bit for the cameras, but was suddenly enclosed in the
darkness of her mouth. I was being shaken up a bit, so I knew Stacy
was making a show of it as well. Then her tongue hit me, and I swear
I heard a slight “Mmmmm” from the back of her throat. Her tongue
pushed me towards her closed lips, and my head squeezed through, only
to be sucked back in again. Then I was pushed back out, this time to
the middle of my chest, but once again was sucked back in. Finally
she moved me out to my waist, and I heard Richy yell “Cut!” a final
time for the morning.

I slumped back against Stacy’s hand as I was being carried back to
the defragmenter, as I said, the growth process takes a lot out of
me.

“You don’t look to great Bobby, are you ok?” Stacy’s such a
sweetheart.

“Yeah…I’m fine. Its just this whole process really expends a lot of
energy, and I’d rather not go through it only to get shrunk back down
all over again after an hour. Hey Richie! Do you think we could just
go through lunch and I wouldn’t have to endure this whole process any
more times than I really have to?”

“Sorry Bubbly, but we can’t do that. Union requirements and whatnot.
If you’d like though I can leave you that size and let you and Stacy
enjoy your lunch together.”

“Its Bo-“ I started, but he was already gone and distracted by some
other issue. So I looked up at Stacy, who had the most pleased look
on her face that I have ever seen. I couldn’t quite figure out where
she was taking me, because it shouldn’t take near this long to get to
the lunch tables. Soon enough though we were alone in her personal
trailer, and she set me down gently on the table as she quickly put
on a robe and got some food together. I recognized my chance here
with her alone, and I sure wasn’t going to miss out on this. We got
to talking, and she didn’t seem really overly interested until she
asked me about all the girls that I see at concerts and appearances.

“Yeah, they really are all over the place, and that was great for the
first year or so, but sometimes….sometimes a guy just wants one girl
he can call his own, who he knows will always be there for him for
whatever he needs, in the good time and the bad.” I answered,
shooting her the best look in my repertoire.  This got her to blush,
so I went on “This whole performing thing really isn’t all its cut
out to be, I mean don’t get me wrong, the money and the fame is all
great, but it wears on you after a while, you lose your own identity.
I miss being able to be Bobby Robinson, I’m tired of having to be The
Bobby Robinson.” That part was actually true, and Stacy was the first
person I’ve ever told that too. I don’t really know what made me open
up to her like that, it just kind of happened.

She was just opening her mouth to respond when there was a knock on
the trailer door.

“Stacy, they need you over in costuming, and go ahead and bring out
Bobby too. Richie wants to fill him in on the final scene of the
video.”

So Stacy once again scooped me up, this time she dropped me in the
pocked of her silky robe, which felt so smooth….not to mention it was
rather thin, and I copped a bit more than just a feel during the walk
to the main studio area. She lifted me out of her pocket and set me
on a padded chair across from Richie. I looked at her for as long as
I could until I was forced to focus on Richie.

“Ok Bobby, focus up here. This is going to be the final scene of the
video. We’re gonna have you lip syncing to the last few bars over on
that stool near the pool. After you say the last words, I’m going to
need you to turn around slowly and most importantly, don’t move. Can
you do that for me?”

“Uh…yeah, sure. Last few lines, then turn. Gotcha.”

“Turn and freeze.”

“Right.” I must admit, I was trying to catch a glimpse of Stacy as
best as I could. Wardrobe was doing something to her butt, but I
couldn’t figure out what.

Richie lifted me over to the stool as Stacy walked over. He’s not
nearly as enjoyable a ride as Stacy is, I thought to myself. But its
back to work again and the music hit. I did my bit, lip synching to
my own voice “Its amazing/The power you hold/Over me….” Right into
the camera, giving it my best “I love you” look. The words faded out
and I turned. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next.
Stacy’s gorgeous butt descending right on top of me, I wanted to run,
but where could I go! I was on a stool! Besides, if I did get away,
Richie would only make me shoot the scene over again. Stacy slowly
rested her rear fully onto the stool, and on me. At first impact it
wasn’t too bad, in fact even rather enjoyable, but then she put all
her weight on me, and that hurt. Once again I had to thank God that I
was indestructible. I was pushed about as flat as I could possibly be
beneath the best left cheek in Hollywood. Then I felt the pressure
receding, slowly. But instead of stay
 ing on the stool, I was unable to move myself from Stacy’s butt at
all! What wardrobe wanted with Stacy was to put this sticky solution
on her butt! I was furious, but only for a moment. That’s because I
began to feel sick as her butt began to swing back and forth. “Cut!”

Later on I was sitting with Stacy, rather than beneath her, and I was
back at full size once again. She told me how badly she felt to have
to do that, but she was just following Richie’s instructions, but I
knew that she enjoyed it deep down. I wasn’t going to hold it against
her though, I mean its not as if it was her idea. I knew one thing
though, this would be the last time I worked with Richie.

“So you’re not mad?”

“Of course not.”

“So I’ll see you at the party on Friday night?” Ah yes, the party. It
was the one tradition that I truly enjoyed. In fact I instituted it.
After every successful video shoot, I like to have a little cast
party. I took the idea from film companies, but I used it as a bit of
a launching pad with my leading ladies.

“Absolutely”

I decided to hold the party this time around at the studios where we
filmed the shoot, the pool provided a perfect indoor atmosphere. I
rolled up about 11:45 Friday night in my khaki shorts and a new loose
shirt. I always try to look my best. I walked in just in time for the
unveiling of the video. I must admit, for as much of a pain as Richie
was to work with, the video did turn out very nice. Even the last
scene. As I was singing my last line, Stacy’s face and then her upper
body rose into view in the background, kind of a la “Jaws”. I
couldn’t help but wince at the moment of impact, but from this angle,
seeing my body plastered to Stacy’s butt as she casually sauntered
off, and then the screen go to black (All but her butt, which
gradually faded out as well) got quite the rise out of me. It was
easily much more comfortable to view it than to experience it.

“Hey you!” It was Stacy, she had snuck up behind me. She was wearing
the same bikini she wore for the shoot “They let me keep the costume,
isn’t that great?”

“Yeah…fantastic.” Our bodies were as close as they could get without
touching, that changed in less than a moment and we were all over
each other. She led me down the hall and back into a dark corner. We
were really going at it. All of a sudden though she was gone, and I
heard a loud metallic clang, and was in complete darkness. Suddenly a
sense of doom welled up inside me as a bright light filled the room.
She had pushed me into the defragmenter! She opened the door once the
process was complete. I found myself back at my now familiar height
of 5 inches. Why had she done this too me? I tried to ask her, but
before I could get two words out she slid me beneath her bikini top,
between the fabric of the cup and her smooth skin. Her nipple pressed
into my chest. Things got even darker as she put her robe on around
her body. Then I heard the familiar voice…

“Hey Stacy! Have you seen Boobie around?” It was of course Richie.

Doing all she could to stifle the laugh that was welling up inside
her, Stacy replied “You mean Bobby? I think he was on his way out.”
She practically yelled the last two words, as Richie was already
bustling off the other way.

With that out of her way, Stacy and I bounced off to her car. She
pulled back the cup and looked inside, giving me one of those “You
are so cute!” looks. I started to yell, trying to figure out what was
going on, but she just put her finger to her lips and let her top
slip tight again. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed my situation, but
I wasn’t able to really fully enjoy it. Hey! You wouldn’t either if
you were as freaked out as I was! But I decided to enjoy it as best I
could until I could get some answers out of Stacy. For now, I was
just thankful that I’m not claustrophobic, because between the
tightness of the bikini and the sheer size of Stacy’s breasts, there
wasn’t exactly much room to move around. I made the most of it
though, and buried my face into her smooth flesh, and manipulated
every body organ I had as much as I could. And I could tell Stacy
enjoyed it herself.

When we reached Stacy’s place, she jiggled out of her car and
upstairs to her bedroom. She then plucked me out of my warm nest and
sat me on the bed. Before I could say anything though, she started to
talk.

“I know I caught you by surprise Bobby, and I’m sorry, but I had to
have you. I love you Bobby, and I always have, even before I worked
with you. And I just couldn’t stand to be another one of your one
night stands. And when you said what you said about the superstar
life, I identified with you completely. I knew we were soul mates. I
experience the same thing, do you know how it feels to make a living
by being gawked at by horny high schoolers?” She was starting to cry
now. I really do care for this girl, and I couldn’t stand to see her
cry. Not when it was in my power to stop it.

“Stacy….” I put my hand on her thigh, if she felt it I still don’t
know, “Don’t cry. I care about you with all I am, but I can’t live
like this! 5 inches tall!? Now c’mon…you’ve got to make me normal
sized again.”

She scooped me up with both hands. “I’m sorry Bobby, but I can’t do
that. You see…Richie is dismantling the machine as we speak.” Now it
was my turn to look disappointed, “Don’t be down though…This way I
can take care of you forever, and you can escape your life of fame
without having to part with the lap of luxery.” As she said this she
set me down so I was sitting on the crack between her thighs,
“Besides, I know you enjoyed doing that shoot with me, and we haven’t
even scratched the surface of what we can do together. Now I’m going
to go change into something a little….less, and you make yourself
comfortable.”

With that she moved me to the middle of her bed and sauntered off
into the bathroom. Despite what she did to me, I still couldn’t take
my eyes off of her. When she disappeared around the corner, I looked
around me to see if there was anywhere I could go to escape,
but…where would I go? Even if I managed to get down the edge of the
bed, and out of the room, where would I go from there? Besides,
Stacy’s a fantastic girl, and I meant it when I said there was no one
I’d rather be forced to be small with. I walked over near the far
side of the bed and sat there relaxed until I felt something heavy
push on the other end of the bed behind me. I stood up and turned and
saw Stacy there, her arms outstretched, back arched, and butt
sticking straight up in the air. She was wearing nothing but a black
thong and a tight black lace bra. I don’t think I’ve ever been more
turned on and more scared at the same time. I wanted to run towards
her and away from her all at the same time, so the r
 esult was that I froze with my jaw wide open. She giggled. Then she
wrapped her left hand around me and lifted me up to her butt, which
was still raised in the air. I couldn’t take a step, if I moved one
way I would fall into her crack, and if I moved the other way I was
in danger of falling onto the bed. While it wouldn’t kill me, it was
still an experience I wasn’t itching to go through. Then she raised
her butt probably just an inch more, but it was enough to send me
sliding down to the small of her back. She just looked back and
smiled. Then she began to roll over. I ran up the inclining slope of
her back but at some point, it went completely vertical, and I lost
my footing and fell to the bed.

“Ok Bobby,” She said lifting me back in front of her face, “Its time
we did a little free styling of our own.” She rubbed me up and down
her stomach, then lifted me to her mouth and gave me the biggest kiss
I’ve ever experienced. Suddenly I felt my shirt rip off, and I saw it
dangling between Stacy’s bright teeth, giving me a very coy look, she
let it drop and went for my shorts. I fought her all I could. Giving
her a signal that I would do it myself. That could be just a bit to
devastating if she were to…well….miss. Obviously the shorts weren’t
all she wanted off, because she nudged me with her tongue after they
had fallen, and was threatening to use her teeth until I peeled off
my boxers as well. I was now fully nude in front of the hottest woman
I have ever worked with.

She looked down and gave me a cute frown “You got your clothes all
over me! I think you should collect them.” I followed her gaze and
noticed that my shirt, shorts, and boxers had all fallen between her
cleavage. She dangled me by my waist just millimeters out of reach of
my clothes, or anything else for that matter. Then though she plopped
me right between her boobs. I struggled to get my footing as Stacy
watched. I had just grabbed my shirt when she pushed her breasts
together, smothering me between them. I dropped hard against the soft
bed, and she plopped herself down on top of me. She went up and down
on top of me, smothering me with her left boob. I was able to feel
her warm skin even through the lace, and at times, the holes in the
lace corresponded just right to certain body organs, which enhanced
the experience 10 fold. Once I had climaxed (right inside her bra in
fact) she lifted me up once again and told me that it was getting
very late.

“We’ll have a lifetime to share together Bobby, and I am going to
enjoy every minute of it. But for now, its time we went to sleep for
the night. But its just a matter of where you are going to sleep? I
cant have you trying to get away on me, and I don’t want you to get
lost overnight.” She saw me eying her bra again and gripped her
breasts with her the hand I wasn’t in, “Don’t you think you’ve had
enough of these for one night? Ah…I know just the place for you. Now
don’t worry, don’t freak out, you will be warm, and most importantly,
perfectly safe.” She moved me around her back and to my horror, began
to pull aside the back of her thong! I tried to scream my protests,
but they were to no avail as I was squeezed between her enormous butt
cheeks. I was surprised though at how gently she managed to get me in
there. Then my whole world went black as she replaced the fabric. I
was trapped! I tried struggling against the fabric, but that
succeeded only in motivating Stacy to rais
 e her thong so it rode up even tighter against her body, that and
get her to moan slightly, so once again I was left hopelessly trapped
inside Stacy Shelly’s lingerie. All I could do was try and enjoy it.
That wasn’t as difficult as you may imagine. The hardest thing was
keeping myself away from her anus, but in doing that, I was able to
squeeze myself between her smooth flesh as possible, and there was
nothing but enjoyment out of that. Knowing I wouldn’t want to be
forced inside her rear exit, she slept on her back. This may sound
cruel, but while the pressure was rather immense,  it kept the forces
of gravity on my side rather than pushing me closer. And I did manage
to sleep that night.

I know this because I was woken by a bright light, as Stacy again
pulled back her thong and plucked me out. She looked worried that I
would be angry with her, but of course I wasn’t. It was almost out of
fear than anything else on my part though.

“How was your night?” She asked

“In all honesty…it was wonderful.”  That obviously made her happy.

“You still look kind of tired, I know something that will wake you
up…” She said flirtatiously. She then carried me over to and set me
down on top of a wooden chair. “Now stand still, and don’t move.”
This is the second time this week I was told to stand still on a
chair, and the last time I ended up plastered to the beauty’s butt. I
couldn’t even guess at what would happen this time.  She backed up
off the chair and did a little strip tease for me. First her bra, the
left shoulder, then the right. Followed by the thong. She seductively
turned and bent as she glided them down her legs.

“You’re right! That sure did wake me u-“

“Shhhhh……” She sauntered back to the chair. I started to get fidgety.
As she stood over the chair, she comforted me, “Don’t worry Bobby, I
love you and I would never do anything to hurt you. But I want
to….consummate our relationship,” She giggled as she said that last
part.

Then she began to lower herself over me. Not like when I was on the
stool, this time she was practically squatting. I looked up and saw
her woman hood drawing nearer by the moment, until I was completely
swallowed up by it. Then she stood back up and released the hold she
had on me “Mmmmmm…” was all that I heard before she lowered herself
on me again, she kept repeating the process, and it was getting
faster and faster. I learned to breathe when she was erect and hold
my breath when I was covered. Up and down on the chair she went,
swallowing me over and over again. Her grip on me was getting
tighter, suddenly she stopped and sat down completely, with just my
knees and below sticking out between her legs. She grabbed them and
began pumping vigorously. In and out I went, if it weren’t for the
grip she had over my entire body, I would have felt like I was
flying. Then the squeezes became as tight as anything I had ever
experienced, including the previous night, and she orgasmic
  with a scream and a sigh.

She slowly removed me from within her and took her time licking me
clean, not missing a single inch of my body. After that, she silently
carried me into the bathroom to prepare for the coming day. I was
officially hers forever.