Tia's Bucket List Ch. 09

And yet, I obeyed without protest and cleaned up the mess. When I was finished, however, I wasn't given a reprieve. Instead, my lazy landlord had a new task for the housebroken hussy. As he told me, a fratboy was on his way to the alumni apartment. So, I was instructed to greet him at the door with a beer in hand. And with that, I was no longer on the same level as the guests. I got downgraded to the beer bitch who was only there to serve and clean. For heaven's sake!

As you can imagine, folks, the fratster took his sweet time. And so, I found myself standing alone in the hallway, waiting at the door with a beer in my hand. When the bell finally rang, I was so desperate that I practically tore the door open and greeted the fratboy with my arms spread wide. As if to show off my killer outfit. What a hammy gesture! And on top of that, I also giggled as happy as a dickdumb doll in cum. Swear to god!

And then I noticed that it was Colton aka Tanman. Remember the super senior who had eaten popcorn during my anal training? To be honest, I would have preferred to meet another Yamos bro. Whoever it was, anyone else was better than him! And he quickly reminded me why. From the first second, he made it clear that I was nothing more than a bro bunny to him. Stepping up to me, he went right for my big-ass bouncers. Grabbing them as a greeting, he kneaded my knockers before he even said a word. Without closing the door, he lifted my titties out of my blouse and mauled my melons. Just like that! In the middle of the entrance! You can't make this shit up!

But every greeting must come to end. And so, the moment came when Colton let go of my tits and took the beer from my hand. But that didn't mean I was going to get a breather. On the contrary, the evil bro wasn't done with me yet! Apparently, he had been informed of the situation. While I was still busy packing in my pair of fleshpillows, he turned me around and bent me over. Before I could react, he hiked up my purple leather skirt. And then I froze! The dastardly dirtbag put the beer on the bottle opener! This was insane! I didn't even know if it would work! But I was damn sure that I didn't want to find out. Safe!

Accordingly, I panicked, and my sphincter clenched. But Tanman remained unfazed, keeping it 100. Back at the Yamos house, the pompous president had been the most casual when it came to degrading the bro bunny, barely acknowledging me or my slut skills. But when he had trained my butthole like an asspert, he had been merciless. So, I didn't expect him to cut me any slack this time. Not at all!

To my surprise, however, the bad boy pulled the bottle back and pushed the butt plug out of my ass instead! That was unexpected but I wasn't mad about it. Definitely not! As I breathed a sigh of relief, Colton took advantage of my open mouth, stuffing the toy through my lips. After unplugging my cocksocket he stored the ring pin in my cockholster. That made sense! In comparison, the side effect made less sense! I got to taste the full flavor of my ass. Oh jeez! So not necessary! Thanks, no thanks!

While I was struggling with the rancid taste, the dirtbag douche held the beer bottle in front of my face. The call was clear! I hesitated... I had severe doubts... I had no idea if this would work... but I was running out of time...

But then Tanman motivated me by telling me that it befits a bro bunny to complete the task in under five attempts. What a challenge! It lit a fire under my butt! At least, it was better than the alternative! And so, I held the bottle opener in my mouth while I tried to remove the crown cap. And I failed... and failed again! It took me several tries. What a surprise... not!

After four failed attempts, the bad boy grabbed my swollen snatchflaps and rolled them between his fingers. What a distraction! In response, my legs wobbled, and I became even more insecure! Damnit! This was the last thing I needed! After all, I was under a lot of pressure here. Time was of the essence! What if one of the guests left the living room to go to the bathroom? They'd see me in this compromising position! My reputation would be ruined... even more than it already was. Facts!

And yet, the super senior was as merciless as I remembered. Even though it took me twice as many tries, he wouldn't stop massaging my fuck flaps. When I got to the eighth attempt, he started pulling on my piss flippers. He certainly remembered my weaknesses! And the treatment made me high-key aware of my butterfly wings. That was another distraction for my overstimulated brain and led to even more failures! In the end, I felt like the ditziest dummy when I reached the twelfth attempt. That was three times as many as expected. How incompetent!

But then I finally did it! The cap popped off the bottle with number 13. That must be my lucky number! It came as a huge surprise as I had gotten used to the epic fails. But it was a success nonetheless! I had learned another useful slut skill, and it left me hornier than ever. Promise!

And so, I went back to the living room with my head held high and my twat pounding faster than a fashionista storming the Loubi show for the next summer collection. But I got lucky! Nobody noticed the sweat on my brow or the creases in my blouse, because the get-together had moved to the balcony. In fact, Matt had fired up the grill. And of course, he didn't want my help with that!

"Oh, Goldilocks! We're talking 'bout barbecue here. That's a job for real men. The barbie squad's meeting in the kitchen." He informed me.

Jesus! What a funny pun... not! But the decision was made. My laid-back landlord sent me to the kitchen to make a salad for the women aka some 'hypocrite burgers for garden gobblers' as he liked to call it. And clearly, I was the only barbie on the block, as I stood alone in the kitchen while the party continued on the balcony.

When I brought the salad to the barbecue, one woman nodded approvingly while the other took a hearty bite of her steak. The men, on the other hand, reacted very differently. Most paid me no attention, some scoffed at me, and two even laughed derisively. What a walk of shame!

Stupidly, I had forgotten my cutlery, so I had to return to the kitchen once again. As a precaution, I took my plate of salad with me. Who knew what the men would do with it. As a vegetarian, I didn't want steak in my bowl. Better safe than sorry!

Arriving in the kitchen, I was in for another surprise. Colton was waiting for me! He was in the process of switching from beer to cocktails, mixing himself a Cuba libre. As a result, I couldn't even help him as a bottle opener anymore. What a bummer!

And of course, I earned another derisive laugh when the dastardly dirtbag saw my salad. This hit different because it had a double effect! I winced while my cunt throbbed. This was cringe and appealing in equal measure! But I didn't let it show, not in front of Mr. Indifferent! So, I put on a brave face while I pulled open the drawer to get my silverware. Promise!

But then it happened! All of a sudden, Tanman was standing behind me. I held my breath as I felt his presence. And the next moment, he reached around my shoulders and opened the top two buttons of my blouse. Oh jeez! My tremendous titties almost toppled out of the top. I had to stop this before it got out of hand! But I couldn't reach for the buttons fast enough before the bad boy launched the next attack. And this time, he went straight for the holiest of holies, grabbing me by the pussy. Audacious but true!

In response, my legs began to wobble as the bad boy squeezed my snatch from behind. Staggering forward, I had to hold onto the edge of the counter while the evil bro kept the pressure up, sliding his fingers back and forth. Damn, what a vice grip! As if he was trying to squeeze every little drop of juice from my ripe peach! Shameless but true!

"C'mon, basic bitch! Show me how much you want it!" Colton demanded.

And with that, his hand was gone. Taking a step backwards, the dirty douche finished as quickly as he had started.

"C'mon, slut! Show me why you're called the buzzerfly barbie." He commanded. "Grab your brat wings and present your greedy hole!"

Holy shit! What a name drop! Don't even think about it, folks. It's not going to become a thing. Never! After all, I'm not the brat in the fashion fam. That's Holly for you!

And yet, the reference sent a shiver down my spine while an electric charge shot through my twat! That's why I didn't hesitate, even though we were in the middle of a kiki. For the moment, the guests were forgotten, so I opened my legs and reached back. The dirtbag douche had already stretched out my snatchflaps in the hallway. No clue what else he had up his sleeve. I'd better not find out. So, I decided to play it safe and control the action myself. After all, it had a nice side effect. My attention to the house rules paid off. My new mani-pedi was perfect for the occasion as it was in tyrian purple. On fleek!

Anyway, I was only too happy to show off my fresh manicure to distract from my roasties. Grabbing both fuck flaps with the tips of my fake nails, I realized how swollen my piss flippers had become. It must have been a sick sight! And it encouraged me to pull them apart. Opening my beef curtain, I presented my pink cunt meat. And that amped shit up to an obscene sight. Safe!

Of course, I acted like a total prick-tease! And I promptly got my just deserts. Expecting the pompous prick to go for my pussy, I got caught off-guard. Grabbing the butt plug, he popped the cork. This time, though, he didn't store the ring pin in the cockholster aka my mouth. Instead, he took full advantage of my boss fit. Remember the silver necklace with the heart pendant? It was made of two inverted hooks that left a little space where the dent would normally be. Taking the concept of the hook literally, the dirty douche hung the bottle opener on the heart. And with that, I had a plug pendant! I was actually wearing the butt plug around my neck. Un-fucking-believable!

My head was spinning as a question was nagging at my mind: What if a guest came into the kitchen? What if a neighbor saw my plug pendant? These were important questions with crucial consequences. But I got no time to think about it. Stepping close to me, Colton pushed two fingers into my pussy. I gasped as I struggled to remain calm. After all, I didn't want to attract attention. But the dastardly dirtbag didn't give a damn about the situation. Instead, he started ramming away like crazy. All restraint was gone! In response, I bit my lips but moaned along anyway. All the while, I desperately held on to my fuck flaps while my legs turned to jelly. Consequently, I was getting dangerously close to falling to the floor. No kidding!

But Mr. Indifferent still had a hand free, and he knew exactly how to use it. Grabbing the collar of my blouse, he held me steady. Thanks for that! But I still couldn't relax because my breath caught in my throat. I noticed the super senior slowly pushing me down. As a result, I was bending deeper and deeper over the counter. I wanted to brace myself, but I didn't dare let go of my butterfly wings. And so, I groaned as my face landed in my salad. The humiliation was huge! But the disgust was bigger! Promise!

I'm not going to lie, I was so appalled that I lifted my head out of the bowl. And Tanman dunked it straight back into the salad. The son of a bitch! But at least, he had a reason for his overbearing behavior. It was the only way to muffle my moans. Stupid is as stupid does! And that goes double for a cotton-candy-brained bimbo. Safe!

Despite his assistance, the fratboy disliked my disobedience. And so, I suddenly heard a smacking sound. The dirtbag douche pulled his fingers out of my soaking snatch! And I couldn't help but sigh into the salad. I was so disappointed! After all, I needed more! I needed release!

"You want more where that came from?" Colton had noticed my horniness. "Then you gotta earn it, buzzerfly barbie!"

"You love salad?" He stated the obvious. "Then I got something for you. Toss my salad!"

Um... that was an odd thing to say, wasn't it? But it became even weirder! The pompous prick grabbed my socialite pony and pulled my head out of the salad bowl. Not a second to soon if you ask me! But then he turned me around and pushed me down until I was sitting with my ass on the floor and my back against the counter. Weird flex, but OK!

At least, I didn't have to strain my brain for too long because the explanation followed swiftly. While tugging on my ponytail, the evil bro opened his belt and dropped his pants. In one swift motion, he turned around. And then he took a step back. Fucking shit! He walked straight towards me. As I sat on the floor, his naked ass was heading straight for my face. And it was getting closer and closer. I wanted to scream! But I didn't say a word because I couldn't risk attracting attention. I wanted to put my hands in front of my face to protect myself. But I didn't do that either because I was too shocked. Period!

And so, I found myself in the most absurd situation ever. I was at an official get-together, and yet I was sitting on the kitchen floor with a naked ass pressed into my face. With the back of my head resting against the counter, there was no way out. His butt was like a pillow crushing my face... a smelly, hairy pillow to be precise! This was totally grotesque!

"You like frilly, ruffled stuff? Eat my asshole then, stupid slut!" The dirty douche exclaimed. "That's the only way a bro bunny should eat salad."

Holy fuck! The image of a sphincter popped into my mind, and I couldn't deny the resemblance to a cabbage head. Even if the comparison was on point, it was still fucking nasty. As if Colton was interested in discussing analogies! Instead, he kept pressing his butt against my face. Reaching back, he grabbed my blonde hair and moved my head up and down, so my nose slid through his ass crack and the pungent smell reached my nostrils. Jesus! That's a yikes!

And my body reacted accordingly. A shudder surged through me, so intense that my arms shot up into the air. But despite my hysteria, Tanman had a point! I wasn't here to debate, I was here to serve as the whorestess and I didn't want to show the alumni in a bad light. After all, they had given me shelter. What a realization! It motivated me to show the Yamos president why I was the boss bunny. This wasn't the first ass I had eaten, and I was determined to make a snack out of this bad boy butt. After all, it was much firmer and perkier than the old men keisters I had rimmed in the locker room. Safe!

Pulling myself together, I needed no more instructions, I knew what I was doing. Putting my hands on Colton's butt cheeks, I spread them open and dug in. Sticking my tongue out, I slid it along his ass crack until I literally reached that cabbage head. And then I tongued the sphincter. It felt disgusting and tasted even nastier. But I was hell-bent on proving my worth, especially after being demoted to a measly maid and sent to the kitchen. Bet!

Apparently, I did a hell of a job! At least, it convinced the dirty douche enough to let go of my head, so I could do my own thing. This encouraged me to literally munch on the butthole. And I did so with gusto. I even started alternating between lapping the ass crack and twirling my tongue around the sphincter. But you know the most revealing part of the situation? Without realizing it, I had spread my legs open. As a result, my leather skirt had ridden up and my pussy was exposed. Horny as ever, my hand had magically found its way between my legs and was playing with my clit. That tells you all you need to know about my mindset, doesn't it, folks?

Anyway, I didn't get to pleasure myself for long. Obviously, this wasn't part of Colton's plan, because he quickly slapped my hand away. But I immediately found an alternate use for it, grabbing his cock with my right hand and his balls with my left. The dick was rock hard already! And so, I began to jerk his shaft while I tickled the nuts with the tips of my purple fingernails. The prospect of making the pompous prick cum with nothing more than a rimjob was a huge motivator. Swear to god!

And it worked! The dastardly dirtbag must have been on the verge of cumming because he suddenly reacted. Pulling my head out of his ass, he stepped forward and looked back at me. Unexpected, but OK!

"C'mon, bro bunny! Take that green stuff n follow me." He told me tersely.

And with that, the fratster led me to the other end of the kitchen. I dutifully followed him with the salad bowl in my hand and the plug pendant dangling off my neck. The sight must have been ludicrous! If any of my neighbors saw me like that, they'd take me for a total ass clown. Facts!

And yet, it was worth the walk because it got us further away from the balcony and out of earshot. But then the pompous prick opened the door to the pantry and pointed to the floor. That was the moment when I froze on the spot! There was a dog bowl! I had never seen it before because there were no pets in the condo. Apparently, though, a doggy pet had lived in the alumni apartment before the pretty pet aka me. Gulp!

Anyway, Colton's gesture was clear. He pointed his finger at my salad and then at the bowl. My reaction was just as clear. I stared at him in disbelief and then my jaw dropped. Several times, I started to say something, but each time the throbbing in my twat silenced my protest. This was outrageous! At the same time, though, it was super fresh and ultra-creative, which made it a heck of a thrill. Period!

In the end, my lust made me do it! And my pussy loved me for it. I was too dickdrunk for my consciousness to penetrate my dickdaze, so the resistance was short-lived. Anything else would have been embarrassing for a dickdumb dolly anyway, don't you agree, folks?

And so, I started giggling as I dumped the salad into the dog bowl. It looked so nasty, but it felt even more wicked! Since hesitation is for the squeamish, I immediately knelt down. Actually, I was low-key afraid I'd slip on a puddle of pussy juice. That's how much my cunt was leaking! And with that, I knelt on the floor while my butt plug dangled from my heart pendant. My head was in the pantry and my ass in the kitchen. My face was in the dog bowl and my apple bottom high in the air. Meanwhile, my fingers pulled open my brat wings to present my pink pussy. Definitely, a sight to behold!

Without further ado, Tanman positioned himself over my extended ass and drilled his cock into my pussy from above. All I could do was let out a guttural grunt as my face was driven into the dog bowl. He rammed down like a jackhammer, and his big-ass boner was welcomed with a smacking sound. Remember Colton's colossus? His beef brick was so thick that it had a magnetic effect on me. Last time, the mere sight had sent me into a dicktrance. And this time was no different. Swear to god!

As a result, my moan almost caught in my throat as I felt his massive shaft stretching my little snatch. With his 7" girth, it felt like he was shoving a baseball bat up my cunt. Luckily, I was so wet that my vag muscle hardly put up any resistance. Quite the opposite! My velvety sheath hugged the broadsword, and I felt every vein and ridge. Despite the tightness, the dirty douche was anything but gentle! Literally like a chain saw, he tore up my twat. And I loved every second of it. No kidding!

My whole body trembled as I leaked fuckjuices all over the place. There was no denying that my orgasm was building up at a steady pace. My toes were already cramping! A brief touch to my clit would have worked wonders and made me cum on the spot. But I didn't dare take my hands off my swollen snatchflaps. After all, I pulled open my dangling drapes to give the dastardly dirtbag full access. The fact that I was helping him shred my slit was so vulgar that it totally turned me on. So, I lifted my head and began to accompany the stabbing with loud moaning. Promise!