It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while– a deep one. One I tried to deny my horny little goblin mind for so long like I don’t already go to the grocery store with s big metal plug stuffed up me just for the kicks. If God makes no mistake, God must have made me a natural born buttslut for a reason.
It’s time to put my best hole forwards and lose my anal virginity. But I can’t just go out and get my backdoor thoroughly plundered just like that. Oh no. I’m a INTP. An innovator. I haven’t half-assed anything in my life and I’m not going to start now. If my ass is going to be fucked, it’s going to be the waygu beef of fuckable assholes.
So then there’s you. An individual of taste with a refined palette for tittilation, and one more horny bonk away from a concussion, I’m sure. You’re mindlessly scrolling one night and by fates chance you see my listing. “ASS FOR SALE, SLIGHTLY USED, NEVER BEEN OPENED.” Your curiosity sparked, you explore further. What you discover is more than just a sales pitch, but an opportunity to fund a project of your dreams; an anus, only ever played with by the person it’s attached to, to shape however you want.
The concept is straight forwards, for a reasonable allowance, you get ownership of my ass. To use and have used however you want. I relinquish control, I become the canvas to which you can make your anal dreams come true. This is your oppunnity to turn me into what I was always meant to be: an incredible ass on legs, and I’m ready to but my full dedication and talent towards it.
So we make our deal, buisness partners now in a sense, a silly little slut and an artist who knows how to get them to their full potential in others. You lay out your plan for my ass, your timeline, your expectations and ambitions on what you want my body to become, and I dutifully get to work. I get the toys you want me to use— the tools for the craft. My first round of buttplugs, a modest but decent size. Some pretty ones for pictures, some practical for day-to-day wear. We come up with a sensible schedule of how many hours a day I have to wear one, but no one is confused as to what the goal is; my ass needs to be good for at least a full-time job’s worth of use, if not more, and I will be paid accordingly based on my performance and progress. I’m already salivating at the idea of having my ass virtually always in use or ready for service, but I don’t want to get over ambitious and ruin your property when you payed good money to ruin it yourself, so despite my horny machinations I stick to your schedule.
Buttplugs alone does not a true buttslut make, however. So like a routine workout session, I begin sticking a dildo to a wall and bouncing my little heart out in practice. Which I record of course for your entertainment. Daily pictures of my stuffed hole so you can see in real time as your investment pays off. Slowly I get bigger, take more, go longer, at your command. I meet my quota for my gape at the end of every week. You start me on anal depth training soon enough so I can accommodate not just thicker, but longer too.
As my ability grows, so does our fun. You’ll start sending me texts ordering me to remove my underwear, stuff it up my ass, replug myself and go commando for the rest of the day. We’ll start testing my new limits. All sorts of fun things can be stashed away in there now. A nerf ball, or two? What about a beer bottle? What about a beer bottle base first? I start telling you about how it feels to be trying to go about my daily life with seven inches of silicone inside me, what it feels like every time I sit down and feel it push just a little deeper. I come home from work being on the edge of climax all day everyday now. Nobody has any clue, it’s our little secret.
Soon my ass has become the 8th wonder of the world. I’ve become the incredible backdoor whore I always knew I was thanks to your help. Whatever we can imagine, I can put in my ass. Talent so raw it’s still attached to a warm body. Mine, now a living sex toy.
But I can’t take the credit. Not even a little. This is your creation, and it needs to be marked accordingly. So I get a pretty little tattoo to decorate my work of art of an anus, and just under my left buttcheek, your signature. Your masterpiece is finished.
Of course, one day, we finally meet in person. Maybe even over the course of my training you periodically flew me out so you could give an in person inspection and thorough test drive of your property. As you fill my ass to the brim over and over, I just hope it’s everything you ever wanted and then some, because it is for me. Perhaps even it’s too good, to be frank. Perhaps you start feeling selfish for hording your handiwork all to yourself. Perhaps, since sharing is caring after all, you invite your friends over to give my ass a thorough spin too. Maybe even you and your buddies start to get curious just how much my ass can hold. Maybe you all have flesh and blood cocks, maybe you have ejaculating dildos— hell, maybe you all have ovipositors or some other kind of hot messed up shit like that. Whatever you’re filling me with, it becomes tradition between you and your mates to see just how many gallons I can hold. You laugh as you all sit back and gaze upon what could only look remarkably like a human-shaped cream-filled donut piped way to full at your perspective. Bounding with the boys over what an obscene sight that was years later.
But there’s only one way to find out isn’t there? So then friend, will you respond?
ASS FOR SALE. SLIGHTLY USED. NEVER BEEN OPENED.
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This is the first erotica I’ve written in years, but I’m horny and I’m bored so. There it is. Hope you enjoyed.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xsphrn/ass_for_sale_slightly_used_never_been_opened