[quote name='Nasty Beth' date='26 December 2010 - 01:29 PM' timestamp='1293335980' post='236114']
I know I'm new here, so apologise if I'm taking liberties by starting a fresh thread for my own gratification, but think this could be fun. I really enjoyed reading the "Similar Stories" thread, and felt the urge to write something equivalent. However, decided it would be much more of a turn on for me if let someone else decide what happens to my arse in the story.
So, read the start of the story (below) and tell me what you think should happen next. I promise I'll do my very best to include every suggestion, so let your imagination run wild.
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It's not until I reach the modern, glass-fronted convention centre that I start to get nervous. Watching the airport shuttle disappear back into the traffic and realising that I've reached a watershed moment in my mind, I remind myself that I've been looking forward to this for months. It started with a relatively innocent plan to attend the First Annual Rosebutt Board Convention as an observer, purely there to satisfy simple curiousity. It would have stayed that way too, if the images I found myself compulsively viewing hadn't stirred up such a powerful desire within me. Night after night, saw me frantically seek satisfaction, wet fingers kneading my aching pussy to climax, but still I would dream of giving up my arse completely, sacrificing it upon the altar of my lust for its utter destruction. Upon waking, drenched with perspiration, I found myself lacking the will to act out my fantasy on my own. I would, it seemed, have to try to reconcile myself with my frustration and move on.
Somehow, it didn't work out like that. In the weeks leading up to the convention, my frequent late nights and lack of interest in anything save for my unscratchable itch finally cost me my job. Well, that meant I couldn't afford the rent on my little place either, so I grabbed a bag with a few essentials and blew my last paycheck on a ticket to The Convention. It wasn't until I was sitting on the plane that it dawned on me; I was going with the full intention of getting my arsehole completely ruined. I spent much of the rest of the flight locked in the lavatory, contemplating that thought.
So, there I was, in a strange place with no ticket home, an anal virgin (well, almost!), about to throw herself on the mercy of a group of fanatical fisters. With a shudder of anticipation, I slung my bag over my shoulder and made my way through the revolving doors into the foyer.
TO BE CONTINUED... (I hope!)
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Well I think the minute you enter the convention in your short skirt and 6" heels you figure that you better get working on loosening that ass of yours .... You see a supplier of buttplugs who has a stall at the convention. You start some chit chat and explain your situation that you have no money but want your ass stretched so bad.... He offers you a nice big plug at no charge BUT on the condition you insert it and come back to show him the fit then you must wear it every day you are at the convention.....
