THE BALLAD OF STINKY LIPS - PART 2

 Okay, so I re-opened this smutty behemoth, and the first thing I noticed was it's big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to this shit. If you read the first part, viewable here, then you'll have read roughly 3,000 words. That doesn't include my preamble where I tell you about my birthday, my failing health, and my life in this shitbox care home. If you read the porn element of this post too, you'll have read a further 2,000 words, give or take. If you'd spent your time instead reading George Orwell's Animal Farm, you would be one sixth of the way through it! The same is true of John Steinbeck's Of Mice And Men. Feeling pretty good about your life choices, are you?

Never fear! As a reward to you, loyal reader, I give you permission to outright lie about whether or not you've read either or both books. If anyone asks what you thought of either tome, just say "It was a little too heavy-handed for my taste," or "I get why it's important, but personally I found the message to be a little too on-the-nose." You're now effectively 55,000 words in credit - The Malfunctioner will not be beaten on value!

Today was the last Sunday of the month, so I treated myself to my monthly takeaway. I bought a pizza, and due to Papa John's crazy pricing structure, bought 2 sides and a small bottle of drink as well, because that wound up being £3 cheaper than just buying the pizza! Then they were out of all their drinks, so they said I could have a large one for free next time because they can't give partial refunds! How about just selling the food with an honest profit margin rather than trying to fool our dumb capitalist brains into thinking we're making a great financial decision just because we've ended up with a few thousand calories we didn't want? Why do all these places offer Buy One Get One Free deals and never half price 'za?

What else... Ooh, I saw Last Night In Soho, and while it won't have the rewatchability of Edgar Wright's other movies, it looked great and had some great performances, and despite a couple of creepy images it was about as scary as Doctor Who at its scariest, and less gory than the goriest episodes of Buffy, or the new Chucky TV series. I did love this shout out to my corner of the world and the town my parents call home:

It's an old gag, but it lands well here! As far as I know it's legal to share clips of movies if you comment on them like this, but I'd love a cease and desist, so e-mail me for my address if you're a fancy Hollywood lawyer and want to send me one. The ball's in your court!

I thought I'd show you a page of the messages I'm working with so you can get an idea of the process of converting our Reddit back and forth into third person narrative. It's 70% editing names and pronouns and such, and 30% actually being creative, when I could just be digging my teeth into a new story. Hopefully this is worth it, though?

Once again it is up to I, Tankerton Latch, to give the public what they want!

I think that's all I have for now, on with the show! Pretty upsetting pornographic imagery from this point forward, you have been warned!

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Liza made a pouty face as the rough men took pleasure in her sexy curves and her lack of inhibitions. “I’m not stinky!” she started to complain, until the sensation of a hard cock being shoved into her ass caused her to inhale and refocus. She moaned in pain as Hector stuffed in dry, the only lubricant his beer, stretching out her tight asshole. As she felt another cock enter her soaked pussy, Earl heard her moan out loud; a raw, guttural mixture of pleasure and pain, ecstasy and self-disgust. She felt both men pounding hard as they found their rhythm; as they did Earl unsheathed his cock, dangling it in front of her reddening face.

“Please - sir - stuff - my - mouth,” she pleaded, each word a moan that escaped her in sync with the thrusting of the two sexual deviants.

"I'm more than happy to oblige," Earl smirked, "especially if it'll stop your back talk." He placed the tip of his cock on her forehead and slowly dragged it down her face, between her eyes, off the tip of her nose and finally into her greedy, eager mouth.

With a mouth full of warm salty flesh, “You can’t shut me up that easily!” Liza tried to say, but it came out as muffled nonsense. She moaned again as she felt a particularly rough pounding on her already sore ass. As she whimpered, Earl shoved his cock further down her throat, leaving her nose in his hairy balls.

"Take a good sniff, you naughty little slut!" Earl said, clamping his hands over her ears, and spitting in Liza's face to make her close her eyes.

Following his boss' lead, Hank stuck his grubby thumb inside her belly button. "All sealed up!" he reported, "shipshape and Bristol fashion! And talking of Bristols, someone give those nipples a tweak, I bet this bitch likes being treated a little rough!"

Now sealed up, Liza wiggled around fighting for air, bucking and panicking as the guys held her down. Still being fucked, she pulled her nose out of Earl's sweaty balls to get a fresh breath of air, though the air she inhaled reeked of his crotch. She whimpered and gagged on his dick as she let herself get smothered again. Feeling her nipple being pulled roughly, she let out a primal moan on his stiff shaft.  

"Come on, Stinky, " her new employer taunted, "put your tongue around it! Remember, you need to blow twenty guys just to break even, I don't know how much money you need, but the quicker you can get guys, and the occasional gal, off, the more money in your pocket at the end of the night."

Liza started using her tongue in earnest, wrapping it around his flesh as she started trying to make him cum with her throat. Slobbering all over herself as Earl throat fucked her, she felt Hank and Hector pulverizing her ass and pussy, each man thrusting as hard and rough as he could, neither man trying to maintain a rhythm. Her sore ass stang as her legs shook.

Earl seemed oblivious to her discomfort, focused only on his own feelings of joy. "That's more like it!" he told her. "You have two minutes to get me off, or else I'm sending your sorry ass back on to the street with five bucks and your empty bottle!"

She started working her head more, concentrating on the dick in her mouth as she fought the urge to cum on the two deep inside her. Tickling his shaft with her tongue, finally it trembled as Earl shot a hot load of jizz straight into her waiting mouth. He placed his hands flat on the counter on either side of Liza's head and focused on nothing but the intense pleasure she had brought him. As the cum flooded into her mouth and throat she felt Hector and Hank starting to slow before cumming inside her pussy and ass as well. 

 "Well, looks like I picked the right slut for the job!" Earl gloated. "Stay there so I can strap that diaper on you, but first I think I need to write something on your chest, just above your perky little titties there. Feel free to finger yourself whilst I get a Sharpie and your diaper."

“Yes sir,” she said through a mouthful of cum. She could feel the other men's payloads dribbling unceremoniously out of her ass and puss. She started rubbing her wet pussy, thinking about what her new boss was going to write on her.

She kept rubbing her dripping cunt whilst Earl wrote on her naked chest, reading the words out loud as he slowly wrote them in big clear letters: "Stinky Lips" Slut. $10 a suck.

“Aww is that really my nickname?” Liza asked, knowing the answer. She could still smell the stench of his crotch on her face, and kept rubbing herself with her fingers as she lay prone and vulnerable on the dirty countertop. 

 "Until you do something even stupider, yes!" he laughed, his recent sexual release putting him into something resembling a good mood. "Are you going to finish soon? Would it help if I stuck my fingers in your ass?"

Liza shook her head yes as she kept rubbing herself closer to the brink of quivering orgasm. He pushed two fingers in deep, slowly, only to start pulling them out again once he was knuckle deep. Before exiting her completely he would push them back in before fully withdrawing. He kept on repeating this simple action until she came with his fingers deep in her ass, naked on the table, warm jizz still trickling out of her holes.

 "Ooh, you dirty little cooze!" Earl teased, removing his fingers for good. "Well, nearly time to open up. Let's tape on your diaper - bottom off the table!" He lifted her legs and strapped on a bulky medical adult diaper as she basked in the afterglow of a well earned orgasm.

Once the embarrassing garment was secured she scooched herself off the table, feeling it keeping all the fluids in. As Hector and Hank laughed at her expense she went to leave the kitchen, until Earl put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

"Bend over real quick, I still have my Sharpie!" he instructed. She did as he said, obediently exposing her diapered ass, allowing him to write "Property of Beefy's Bar & Grill. Not to be opened without express permission from Earl." He slapped her ass firmly to let her know he was finished, and he followed her into the main bar.

He directed her to the edge of the bar, where a special cage allowed for a person to be folded up uncomfortably inside with only their head sticking out. A seat was built into the top of the bar to allow a second person to sit down and expose their privates to the captive's mouth.

"Well," said Earl, unhinging the wrought iron gate to allow Liza entry, "inside your seat you go!"

“Thank you sir” she said, climbing in and poking her head out, her skin pressed against the wrought iron lattice bars as the indecent contraption was closed with her inside it.

This wasn't the model I had in mind writing this smut, but you get the idea!

Earl admired his handiwork. With her knees pressed to her chest you couldn't really make out what he'd written there, but she was young and pretty and plenty eager, even now she was looking at him with a dumb smile and come hither eyes. She was a delightfully deviant find. "I'll be back behind the bar, let me know how you get on I guess!" he said, before leaving her so he could open up and start serving his most eager clientele.

 As Earl had predicted earlier, the bar was busy from open to close, with many of the local working men happy to spend a sizeable chunk of their paycheck, celebrating having some spare scratch for the first time since they'd frittered away the last month's.

 The crowd thinned out in the wee hours of the following morning. When he and the boys had driven out the last barflies and closed up, Earl headed to the corner of the bar, where Liza was looking very much the worse for wear. "How was your first shift?" he asked.

 "Very good, thank you sir" she promptly replied, though she looked exhausted.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that! Let me help you out of that cage and get you a drink. You must be eager to wash some of that jizz out of your mouth! Oh god, and your face and hair as well! I've got my $200, how much dick did you suck tonight?"

Her legs were wobbly as she stepped out, crawling on the floor, catching her breath. She knew her face, coated with jizz and ball sweat, must smell terrible. She pulled at her matted hair as she eyed up the tip jar Earl had placed on the bartop by the stool.

“I think it had to be like 25 or 30 cocks, sir," she wheezed. "Sorry, my throat is kinda sore”

Earl rolled his eyes as he handed her a cold beer. "I'd have thought you wanted to make sure you were paid for every dick, otherwise you may as well have stayed outside and sucked guys off for free." he admonished her. "It's a good thing you're pretty, 'cause you really ain't that bright. We'll call it $80, because I like you and you make me laugh. With your tip jar that looks like about $150 all told. Will that get you out of whatever jam you're in, or do you want to come back tonight for some other kind of quick cash?"

“No I need to keep working sir, I would need to come back again tonight," she said, feeling dumb, still covered in cum and cock sweat.

"Well, you can't go back in the stool, Trixie is in there on a Saturday, she owns that spot and makes a fair amount of coin. I definitely have something for you though. Now, I could go find your pretty blue sweater if you want to head home, or I can let you use my shower and crash at mine for the night. It's up to you. I'd call you a taxi, but you look like shit and smell even worse, I can't see nobody giving you a ride."

"Yes, can I crash here tonight, sir? Liza answered, sniffing herself and wrinkling her nose.

"Sure you can, and call me Earl, I ain't fancy. How's that diaper holding up?" he asked.

“It’s keeping everything in, sir, Earl, can I take it off?” she asked, hoping for some respite and relaxation before getting used at the bar again

Earl could hear the exhaustion in the poor girl's voice. "Sure thing, Stinky, let's head up to the bathroom and you can peel it off and dump it in a trash bag. I'll help you shower off and we can get some sleep. You can sleep with me in my bed, but not in that state, because you reek and you have jizz all over you."

 EDITOR'S NOTE: I left the final exchange of the day as it was written, because I like how you can see the real me getting annoyed at being rushed and taking it out on my playmate in-game!

Her: “Yes sir!” I say and follow you.

Her: Should we start the next day?

Me: You can wake me up with a blowie and then make us a couple of bacon sandwiches, if that's what you're asking. But before we sleep I'm going to have to fit you with a collar and leash. Not that I don't trust you, but it's your first day and you're hard up for cash... There we go! Now nighty-night, Stinky Lips!

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Don't rush the game master!

14 days! Peace! ✌