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I shuffled towards the kitchen while Jasmine showered. The heels were still killing my feet, and my nipples were still sore from the clamps Jasmine had put on them and used to drag me around the room. But I was getting halfway competent walking in heels, which would have been great if I had been really interested in being a stripper instead of just the victim of a genie’s clever wordplay. Turns out if you ask a genie to make you a hot kinky stripper babe, they can twist that wording and use the wish to turn you into a hot kinky stripper babe.
I looked through the fridge and found four strips of bacon and some eggs, and started heating up a frying pan. I threw the bacon in and got a satisfying sizzle and then jumped back. The bacon grease had popped and gotten my boob! Son of a bitch that hurt! I found a pair of tongs and started a guerrilla war with the bacon, dashing in, flipping it over, and dashing back before the grease could splatter and catch me again. I won about as many rounds as I lost, especially when I added the eggs to another pan, but it did give me some confidence in my ability to move in the high heels. I did even better with the toaster, and managed to make two slices of buttered toast without browning a nipple.
I was actually feeling pretty good about myself. The huge boobs got in my way, but it wasn’t worse than playing a video game with a controller that had gotten soaked in Mountain Dew and dried out in a bag of Cheeto dust. You just had to lean a little harder into the body English and compensate a bit. The heels still hurt my feet, but I was getting the hang of them too. Small steps, stand up straight, land with the heel first. I had just set the table with two plates when Jasmine walked in, looked at me, and shook her head. “Ever the optimist, aren’t we?”
I must have looked confused because she sat in a chair, snapped her fingers, and pointed under the table. “Your mouth isn’t your’s anymore, not until you’re a fully trained and working stripper. You want to eat breakfast, you eat pussy first, and you better do a good job.”
I frowned. On the one hand I really wanted that breakfast, but on the other hand I actually liked eating at the Y and Jasmine was pretty hot. I decided breakfast could wait and dropped down under the table, crawled over to Jasmine’s chair, and started kissing her knees, working my way up her legs towards her thighs.
Jasmine scooched forward in the chair, moved her legs further apart, and sighed. “You can skip the foreplay, you’re not doing this for your shy girlfriend. If you get a job as a stripper you’ll be the new bitch, and you being there will mean less stage time and fewer tips for the other strippers. You’ll need a way to make them happy, and that useless dick between your legs won’t do it.” She grabbed my hair again and jerked my head forward against her pussy. “So get to the damn clit and make it happen, Alain.”
I grunted in surprise but ran my tongue up her slit until I felt the familiar bump and she jumped a little, then I got down to work. I did all my best moves, the alphabet, the reverse alphabet, the Canadian alphabet, the Konami cheat code, all the good stuff. Jasmine was getting wet, and I could feel her juices running down my chin.
The sight, taste, and smell of a wet pussy was making my cock super hard again, and I found out I could bounce it against my thigh and get a little jolt of pleasure if I wiggled my hips right. It felt so good, but I needed more. I kept licking and grabbed hold of the chair, and clamped my thighs together around my cock. I was jerking myself off now with short, rapid thrusts of my hips, pumping my ass back and forth, breathing through my nose, and working my tongue as hard as I could.
I could hear Jasmine’s breathing getting harder, and started sucking on her clit. Some part of my super horny brain realized that if she came, I’d probably have to stop jerking off and I bayrampaşa escort slowed down, trying to prolong my own pleasure. I was rocking my ass like a world-champion twerker, trying desperately to get off or at least make it last longer, but Jasmine was having none of it. “Don’t you dare try to edge me, Alain. Get me off now or you’ll be eating pussy and nothing else, all week.”
I was pretty sure she didn’t mean it, and tried to only go a little faster so I could keep jerking myself off, but then the wish took over and I really went to town. The stupid wish wouldn’t let me say no, and the harder I fought the more it took over. I think I sprained my tongue eating her out. Her sharp intake of breath told me it was working. I was still trying to jerk myself off with my thighs, humping my legs even faster now, but that was just a distant sensation as my whole world turned into working her clit with my tongue.
I don’t know how long I was at it but Jasmine finally jerked and twitched then let out a low moan. She pushed me back and I crawled out from under the table breathing heavily and looked up at her expectantly. My jaw ached, my knees were sore as hell, my cock was dripping pre-come like a leaky faucet, and I felt like I was getting a blister on my tongue. I looked up at her expectantly, and she looked down at me and shrugged while she took a bite of bacon.
Jasmine chewed and swallowed. “Well, it was better than the breakfast, but that wasn’t really a high bar.” She tossed me a piece of toast, stole the bacon off my plate, and got up to dump the rest of my breakfast in the garbage disposal then sat back down. “You’re not going to be eating much unless you get better. A lot better.”
“Hey…” I tried to look as insulted as someone kneeling on the floor topless with a hardon and a piece of toast can. “You came!” I wiped my chin off with the back of my hand, and rubbed her juices on my leg.
Jasmine shrugged. “And it was all right, but I’ve had better and you also didn’t make any coffee.” I started to protest again, and she held up a hand. “Look, you did okay for a guy. But you can’t eat pussy like a guy and expect strippers to be impressed. You need to up your game and start eating pussy like a lesbian. And not a polite college girl lesbian until graduation either, I mean a keeps her nails trimmed short has a pierced tongue loves the hairy pussy dyke.”
I flopped back so I was sitting on my butt, took a sad bite of my toast, and nodded. “Okay, Jasmine.”
Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Oh, and don’t you have any control over that thing?” She pointed at my cock and frowned. “We’ll figure out something to do with it, and don’t worry, you’ll get lots of practice eating cunt. Now do the dishes and meet me in the living room.” I kept one eye on Jasmine as she walked away, and licked some eggs off her plate when I heard her start peeing in the bathroom. I loaded the dishes into the dishwater as she came out and went back into her bedroom. I was carefully hobbling into the living room as she came in wearing a pair of board shorts and a t-shirt.
“Okay.” Jasmine flopped down on the couch and motioned me over. “Kneel down here.” She pointed in front of her and I walked over and got down on my knees.
She frowned at me and arched one eyebrow. “You’re getting better at the heels, although you still walk like a coal miner who severely needs to take a dump. You need to shave again, but you also need to figure out your stripper persona.”
My nose wrinkled. “Persona? Like one of those hybrid cars?”
“That’s a Prius, and you’re an idiot. Persona, a personality, like a…” She exhaled and looked at the ceiling. “Like which character you’re playing in a fighting game. But as a stripper.”
“Oh!” I nodded. “I usually play the big buff guys with lots of power moves! Is there like a stripper equivalent of that?”
“Not really.” Jasmine shook escort bayan istanbul her head. “Why don’t I take lead on this one? The tits are definitely going to be your best asset. I’m thinking for you we go cheerleader, sexy school girl, and MILF. You’re going to need longer hair though. Hold still.”
I was sweating again. My life seemed to be alternating between super horny and cold terror. Jasmine took hold of my hair and started pulling on it, gently then harder, just a constant steady pressure. The pressure continued and my scalp started to tingle. My eyes were wide open and I felt like I was going to pee on the floor.
“There we go.” Jasmine smiled at me. “Now you can do pigtails!”
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” My brain felt like the time I snorted Pixie Sticks and chugged a 2-liter of Mountain Dew. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Finally words started coming out. “What just happened?!”
Jasmine smiled. “The genii said the wish lets me make body modifications to help you become a stripper. You needed longer hair to put up in pigtails or a ponytail, so the wish let me make it longer.”
The words ‘make it longer’ rattled around in my head and connected with something. “So you could make… any part of my body longer?”
Jasmine evidently made the same connection. “Dammit Alain can you go three seconds without thinking about that absolute waste of skin between your legs?”
This wasn’t great. She seemed pissed.
“If it would help you be a better stripper, I think I could give you a giant, huge, ridiculously immense cock, yes. You could have a baseball bat between your legs and balls the size of melons, but only if it would make you a better stripper.” She leaned in close to me, and started talking in short, controlled bursts. “But I don’t think it will Alain. And if I decide a smaller cock will make you a better stripper, I can do that too. I can turn that thing into a smooth, hairless bulge. I can make you a Ken doll, so you better. Stop. Thinking. About. Your. Cock. All. The. Time.”
I nodded frantically. “Yes Jasmine, I’m sorry Jasmine! Please don’t take my cock away Jasmine! I’ll… I’ll be a good stripper, and learn to tuck it back and hide it! It won’t be a problem anymore!”
Jasmine glared. “We’ll see how it works with the costumes. Which you need and don’t have any money. Do you want my help getting your stripper costumes, Alain, or do you want to get them yourself?” She looked pointedly at the door.
I think there was some residual panic from the thought of my cock being disappeared, and the idea of being thrown out on the street naked with no money brought it right back to the surface. “Please help me Jasmine! Please! Please help me get my stripper costumes!”
“Great!” Jasmine smiled. “You can buy some of my old costumes, and I’ve got a way you can make some money!” She bounced back to her bedroom and tossed me a pair of sweatpants and another much too small top. “Put those on as a loan, because I am a kind and generous person.”
I wasn’t about to argue. I pulled the sweat pants on, and pulled the shirt over my head. It didn’t leave much to the imagination, but it was better than nothing.
Jasmine pulled on socks and a pair of boots, and we stepped outside her apartment. She locked the door behind her and I followed her down the stairs, holding on the handrail and still wobbling on the heels. She stopped at the bottom and knocked loudly on another apartment door.
There was a long pause as I tried to work up the courage to ask what was going on and failed.
Jasmine knocked again, and the door finally opened a few inches, stopped by the security chain on the other side. A young man rubbed his eyes and looked out. “Jasmine? What the fuck you want, ice princess?”
Jasmine grinned. “Hey Julio, you know how you keep trying to get me to give you a blowjob? Well, my friend here owes taksim vip escort me a favor, and I’m behind on rent, so…”
Julio did the math. I did the math. I was back to being terrified again, and started to wonder how fast I could run in these heels. But the wish was also doing its thing, and I shifted my hips as my cock started to get hard again. The idea of being sold, of being prostituted, in a shitty apartment to a stranger sounded so… well, it made my brain feel warm and cozy and nice.
The door shut and I breathed a sigh of relief, then it came back open all the way. Julio gestured grandly. “Come on in, ladies, and let’s talk business!”
Jasmine slapped my ass and I walked in, with her following close behind. She grabbed my now long hair and pulled back, making my tits arch. “She’s inexperienced but enthusiastic, and look at these titties! They’re real, go ahead and take a handful and see for yourself!”
Julio grabbed my tits and started to maul them. “Not bad, I guess. But titties are like window shopping or free samples unless you stick it in a hole.” He tried to look disinterested, but I felt a little proud of how his eyes kept coming back to my tits. He shrugged, but he was definitely getting an eye-full of my udders. “How much were you thinking?”
Jasmine pulled my shirt up and my tits popped out. I swallowed hard, and tried to smile. “For all this? I owe four hundred in rent, settle that and you’ll be looking at these bouncing around with your dick in her mouth.”
I could see his dick getting hard in his pants. I wasn’t gay, but the idea filled me with shame and felt so sexy. The thought of servicing another man, of having his dick in my mouth was getting me all worked up. I wanted that shame and degradation, and gave my tits a sexy shake to make them bounce and licked my lips.
“Four hundred?! For a blowjob? Nah, no way, that’s crazy. Eighty is standard, I could maybe go a hundred if she swallows.” He tried to look bored, but I could see him swallow hard.
Jasmine shook her head. “Eighty is standard for a blowjob at a stoplight with a condom from a jaded hooker who just wants to get you off and get on to the next John as fast as possible. I’m offering a slutty, bareback, happy obedient desperate for the big D cock-sucking in the comfort of your own home from someone who wants that tube steak in her mouth. It’s worth at least three hundred, and those are friend prices.”
Ohhhhh… they were arguing over what my mouth was worth. This was a huge turn on, and I nodded and licked my lips lewdly at Julio. I kept telling myself I was just doing it for the stripper costumes, and to keep Jasmine from throwing me out, and because that stupid wish was making me, but my body didn’t care. It wanted to be on its knees with a dick in my mouth, with a man who cared nothing for me using my body as a hole and a pair of jugs for his own pleasure. My knees went weak and I slid down until I was kneeling on the carpet. I thrust my chest out and moaned. “Please… I need it so bad…”
Jasmine made a “huh” of surprise sound, and Julio blinked several times. He shook his head and tried to argue with Jasmine some more, but couldn’t seem to take his eyes off my titties. “Uhm, three hundred is crazy, that’s…”
I crawled over to him and rubbed my cheek on the crotch of his jeans. “Please, I want your come in my mouth, I want to taste your big cock, I want to lick it and swallow your jizz.”
“Two-hundred and an Xbox! Final offer!”
“Uhhhhhhhhh…” I couldn’t see Jasmine’s face, but it sounded like her brain was short circuiting and she was trying to regain some control of the situation. “Throw in your wifi password and it’s a deal!”
“It’s JuliosInternet12345!” He pushed my head away and unzipped his pants, shoving them down over the bulge of his hardon. I pushed back, trying to get to that delicious meat in my mouth, and then it was there. A big hard cock, right in front of my face, and thanks to a fucked up wish, a mean genii, and a stripper, I was going to suck it for money. I opened my mouth, licked my lips, and suddenly realized: I could have just had some costumes delivered with Amazon Prime.
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