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Backdoor man (Darien pt 14)
🕑 Added 2024-11-06 14:00:12 +0000 UTC
Picking up the chair, Darien brought it inside the dressing room and turned it around, so the high back was facing him. Glancing over to see the hidden eye of his phone camera, he smiled to his future self for a moment. Then he bent down, settling his forearms on the chair back, presenting his ass to Andrew while still staying in the frame of his secret shot.
“Come over here,” he said, smiling again to the camera, which also looked like he was smiling in Andrew’s general direction.
Behind him, Andrew approached. Darien knew he’d have to make the first move, but that was fine by him. Emily was the kind of woman who’d do just that.
He moved one hand behind him, finding the high hemline of his impossibly tight dress. Drawing one finger along the edge, he moved his fake butt back and forth, a suggestive wiggle that gave Andrew a not-so-subtle hint.
“Take a look, why don’t you,” Emily’s voice said.
Andrew’s hands grazed the back of Darien’s legs at first, where he was probably more comfortable, but with a suggestive moan and a light touch, Darien guided him upwards.
The boy’s fingers slipped beneath the hemline of the dress.
“That’s it… keep going,” Emily encouraged.
With a slight rasp, Andrew’s hands slipped upwards, pressing down what he believed to be a luscious female ass, feeling her hose beneath his palms. “Oh man, your ass is incredible,” he said, his hands circling. “I still can’t believe this is happening…”
“Oh it’s happening,” Emily said as Darien lifted and moved her ass in response to Andrew’s hands. “You’re feeling up a customer, baby. And a lot more, I hope…”
The dress was too tight to handle both Darien’s fake ass and Andrew’s broad hands. As his fingers explored, the dress snapped upwards, exposing black pantyhose, which covered black panties, which covered Darien’s fake behind. Andrew had no clue though, moaning at the sight and lowering himself to kiss and lick at the luscious female ass in front of him.
After a couple of minutes of tongue play over Emily’s ass, it was apparent that Andrew was unsure what to do next. Darien gave him a hint. Hooking both thumbs into the hose, he slid it off his padded behind, lowering it to just under the curve of his imitation butt.
“Okay baby,” he made Emily say. “Time to use your teeth.”
Now Andrew needed no suggestions. Bending over, he grasped the edge of the panties between his teeth and tugged them downwards, keeping his grip like a hungry animal. Darien waited until the panties were as low as the hose, until he was sure Andrew had a face full of Emily’s ass – then moved both of his hands over his fake butt, pushing Andrew away.
Without a word, Darien grasped the butt cheeks he’d manufactured himself and pulled them apart like a curtain opening on a stage.
Andrew gasped as he was exposed to Emily’s asshole, a perfect imitation, indistinguishable from the real thing. The outer layer was latex and silicone like the rest of Emily’s ‘skin’, but beyond the sphincter, everything inside was Darien.
“How’s it looking back there?” Darien asked in Emily’s voice, low and luscious.
“Like, uh – I mean, it’s–”
Summoning the most seductive Emily voice he could, then looking back towards Andrew – but also to the camera – Darien let Emily speak for him.
“My ass is ready for you, baby,” she purred. “Ready for that big juicy cock of yours.”
Andrew’s eyes widened. Darien’s hidden cock throbbed.
Andrew had no clue – as he looked at Emily’s perfect face, as his hands touched Emily’s perfect body – that everything he was doing was driving Darien wild. It was erotic enough for Darien to expose himself to this unwary teen, to shove the ‘female’ asshole he’d created in his face, but urging him on? Practically ordering him to fuck a ‘woman’ he barely knew, almost in public – and not just in her pussy, but in her most special, private place? The fantasy he was constructing in real-time was pushing Darien to the limit of his self-denial, to the edge of losing control.
But that didn’t mean he was going to stop.
With a movement that merely looked like Emily shifting her stance, Darien actually managed to shift his cock, feeling the head of it push against the rubber walls imprisoning it between his legs. Deep inside his disguise, his dick had already produced much more pre-cum than usual, which was now seeping through his fake folds, moistening his panties, soaking his hose, almost dripping to the floor. He issued a groan, unable to stop ‘Emily’ from showing Andrew how turned on she was right then, how much she was ready for the cock she’d sucked so expertly to be inside her.
These slight movements, these secret sensations were all Darien could manage without truly exposing himself. They weren’t nearly enough to satisfy him; he wanted to feel his cock, wanted to ram his hand inside the fake cunt he’d created and pull it out, to show Andrew the hard, glistening truth.
While it would make for an unforgettable climax to Andrew’s fantasy, Darien knew his reward would be even greater if he could keep going. Continuing to maintain his impersonation, continuing to be Emily in every way while Andrew fucked her in the ass? That was the biggest possible turn-on Darien could imagine.
Which is why he continued his seduction. The curtains were open; time for the grand finale.
“It’s simple, baby,” Emily said, Darien ensuring her voice sounded like honey. “I want you to fuck me from behind. I want you to ram that big cock of yours… right inside my tight hole.”
“Uhh… what?”
Darien shifted slightly again, a deep tremor moving through him as his cock shifted too. Andrew’s hesitation was perfect. Make me a cougar, he thought. Make me seduce you whether you want it or not.
Pressing down on his fake ass, Darien’s painted fingernails continued to direct Andrew to his open butt as Emily gave her orders.
“You heard me, stud,” she said. “Fuck me. Put that gorgeous, meaty cock of yours in my ass, and fuck me until I scream.”
Andrew was frozen now, a deer facing down a truck.
Darien tried a different tack. “Don’t worry about me baby,” Emily cooed. “I’ve taken it in the ass plenty of times before. Trust me. It’s a lot of fun… for both of us.”
“I mean – are you sure?”
Darien gave one of Emily’s throaty chuckles, nodding, knowing that Andrew’s resistance was crumbling, the anticipation making him even hornier.
“I’m very sure,” he said in Emily’s silken tones. “Andrew, do you know how fucking turned on I am right now? First I get dressed in this hot lingerie, this sexy hose and this dress… and then I have to sit there while you worshipped my feet? I’ve been wet the entire time.”
It was true, both for Darien and for Emily.
“Trust me, Andrew. I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Darien knew if this didn’t work, he was ready to beg, ready to blow Andrew again if needed. He just had to have him. “So please,” he said. “I want you to do it. I want you to fuck me. I want you to slide your cock in there so deep… I can’t help but scream.”
Darien strained to look at Andrew’s face, hoping the camera caught this moment.
“Would you do this for me, Andrew? Will you fuck my ass? Please?”
“O-okay,” Andrew said, as he took a step forward, his cock held in his hand.
