As I was walking down the dimly-lit, desolated street, a flying banana smashed into my forehead. I stared at the oblong, yellow fruit now lying at my feet, and then toward thedark alley to my left.
“Hey lady,” hollered a shadowy figure with a raspy voice. Under the street lamp appeared a man in a spider-man mask. “Come here.”
I obeyed, and walked into the pitch-black alley. The man in the spider-man mask grabbed my hand and led me to a hidden doorway.
“Meow?” He asked.
“Meow,” I replied.
The man in the spider-man mask pulled his sweatpants off from around his waist. I watched as they fell and wrapped around his ankles.
“Take off my diaper,” He demanded, “with your teeth.”
“Grrr,” I responded and crouched down on my knees. With my teeth gripping the top of the diaper, I yanked it open. I spit the diaper out on the ground, and looked at the flaccid, pencil-thin penis in front of me.
“Flaccid cock. My favorite,” I announced, grabbing the soft penis and slapping it against my cheek.
“Yeah? You like that snake slithering across your face?” He asked, gazing into my eyes.
I nodded, and shoved his flaccid penis into my mouth. It erected itself as I bobbed my head up and down. I grabbed the shaft so hard, my knuckles turned white, and fondled the penis hole with my tongue.
“Mmm.. Cock-a-doodle-doo,” The man in the spider-man mask quivered, wiping the slobber that dripped down my chin. He licked it from his hand. “What a tasty treat.”
As my mouth engulfed his now hard, fully-erect penis, the man in the spider-man mask groaned and farted. I took a deep breath and moaned with delight.
“When I orgasm, I poop,” he informed me.
“I like that,” I replied, and sucked harder. The man in the spider-man mask thrust his pelvis back and forth.
“Are you ready?” He asked. Before I could acknowledge his question, he squawked, “I love you, Peter Pan!”
Simultaneously, he squirted jizz into the back of my throat and splattered poop all over the brick wall behind him. I swallowed, rubbed my hand against the poop-covered wall, and licked it clean.
“Now that was a tasty treat,” I declared.
The man in the spider-man mask pulled his sweatpants up over his bare body.
“You deserve this fried chicken,” he said, and lifted me up off the ground. I watched as the man in the spider-man mask reached into a heart-shaped backpack and pulled out two pieces of fried chicken.
“You are too romantic,” I blushed, and took a piece.
“Good bye, Peter Pan,” he said, and yanked my head towards his.
The man in the spider-man mask shoved his tongue down my throat, and then, ran away deep into the pitch-black alley.
“Good bye, hotdog. I will never forget you,” I whispered, and took a bite of the crispy, greasy chicken.
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