tags: *fantasy, interracial, older male/underage (11yo) females*
Before the 20th of March, 2014, my life had been quiet and rather dull. That’s how I liked it: quiet and peaceful, punctuated only by the rapturous, almost orgasmic, discovery of human valuables that allowed me to live luxuriously (by goblin standards).
I am a red goblin, which is a rare species of goblin. Most of my kind are some shade of brown, purple, or green. The most significant difference between red and other shades of goblins is our willingness to share what we have gathered (stolen). That is probably what killed off all the red goblins: too much sharing. I am the last one alive.
My family lived in an abandoned coal mine when I was young – I was born there, in the dark. An explosion of dynamite brought the mountain down on my family. I was the only one who survived. I left the rubble that used to be my home to live in the nearby woods, venturing out only under the cover of night to sneak into houses and steal what people valued.
By human standards, I was 71 years old when the world came knocking on my door that fateful Thursday in the form of two dark-skinned girls no older than eleven. They both wore yellow t-shirts that read on the front “Black Lives Matter” and mini skirts below a matching yellow. I had shifted my form to that of a redhead white male in his 40s, outfitted in black beach shorts and a red t-shirt.
I named this character Rip because of my natural habit of taking what humans valued, which caused them much pain and anger, as if I had somehow ripped off a limb from them. This wasn’t the first time I had changed into this form. The house I lived in belonged legitimately to Rip Redbum. He had a lawyer friend named Burt Aynol, who had helped me purchase this house and get through a lot of other complicated legal work. I’ve learned that despite my goblin abilities, a human agent of the legal variety is indispensable. It didn’t hurt that Burt was as twisted and corrupt a lawyer as you could find. A little gift here and there kept that sucker in my pocket like an old timepiece on a chain.
Not wanting to overcompensate, I decided that Rip would be physically a little guy at 4′ 10″, which was more than a foot taller than my actual goblin height. The two young ladies standing in front of me were about the same height as Rip. They carried a box filled with yellow silicone wristbands with “Black Lives Matter” printed in black on them. They were selling them to make money for their protest movement.
“These look really nice,” I said, picking up one of the wristbands packed in clear plastic. “And I believe it’s a wonderful initiative. A whole lot better than just asking for handouts.”
The girls nodded, smiling cutely at me. I asked them their names – Devon and Nakida – and introduced myself. I paid a hundred times the price of the wristband.
“That’s so much!” Nakida squealed. Devon hopped up and down, almost spilling the rest of the wristbands onto the porch.
“No, no, you cuties are too much,” I said. “I really like your outfits. The mini skirts are amazing. I bet you two look great when twerking. Watching black girls twerk is one of my favorite scenes.”
“We could twerk for you right here,” said Devon eagerly.
“How about you both come inside and give me a private twerking session? We don’t want the other girls in this neighborhood stealing your amazing twerk moves, do we?”
They happily came in. I showed them into the living room. The space was rather bare except for a sofa and sound system I zapped into the room from the basement below while their heads were turned the other way. If Devon and Nakida thought the sudden appearance of these two pieces was strange, they didn’t mention it.
I selected Ester Dean’s “Drop It Low” as the first song, plopped myself on the sofa, and watched as Nakida and Devon twerked their lovely little asses to the music. They edged closer to where I was sitting as the song ended and the next song, “Dance (A$$)” by Big Sean ft. Nicki Minaj, started playing. My cock sprang up, making a noticeable tent and the girls noticed, smiling mischievously to each other.
I zapped a roll of cash into my hand and placed it on top of their box of wristbands. Both girls’ eyes went wide. They were making a killing off of me – more money to Black Lives Matter, and of course, a decent amount of the extra cash for themselves, most likely.
“Do I get to see some juicy chocolate ass?”
“Sure, Rip,” said Nakida. She got out of her mini skirt and panties. Devon followed soon after. They made to remove their t-shirts but I told them to leave those on, pointing out how spectacular they looked with their yellow tops and nothing else but shoes on below.
Ying Yang Twins’ “Whistle While You Twurk” played as the girls twerked half naked in front of me. My cock was throbbing like crazy. Devon had me spread my legs so she could move in and twerk sexy just outside my pitched tent. She knew how hard she was making me, constantly glancing back at me, a playful smile on her lips. The movement of her hips was in perfect sync with the music. I don’t know how she was doing it, but it was amazing. She twerked away, moving outward, and Nakida moved in. I decided it was okay to feel her up – she thought it was okay as well, reaching out to feel my hardness through the beach shorts. She locked gazes with me, an expectant look going deep into my goblin soul. I pulled off my beach shorts, revealing my erect cock for her and Devon to see. I pushed my hips foward and Nakida turned, twerking so hot, her ass bumping and grinding against my upright cock and balls.
Devon got on the couch and twerked her ass in my face. I liked that a lot. Meanwhile Nakida grabbed my cock and played with it. She stroked it while I pressed my face against Devon’s pretty little ass, the little girl grinding sexily all over me. Then I felt a sensation that upped the level of this event: Nakida had taken my fuck stick into her sweet little mouth. I was surprised by how well she worked my rod, her tongue lathering up, lubricating me with her saliva, sucking harder as her head bobbed up and down. Before I knew it, I was cumming in her. Devon raised one leg up over my head, allowing me to lick her wet pussy. She moaned as I licked her fully and slid my tongue into her depths. I shocked her by raising her up over me and steadily eating her little cunt, while Nakida sucked up as much of my cum as she could take.
I had Devon cumming on my tongue in a matter of minutes. Placing her spent body on the sofa, I raised Nakida and planted her firmly on my lap, my cock throbbing hard once more and squeezed so very tightly inside her pussy. She just sat there, in shock, for a minute, before realizing what she was there to do. She rode me to Diplo’s “Express Yourself”, her tight hot cunny embracing and fucking my cock so good. I loved how she looked deep into my soul as she moved up and down. The music seemed to fade as the sound of her young flesh smacking against mine came to the fore. She placed her arms around my neck, kissing me, breathing and uttering a sweet cry of release as she came on my cock. I lifted her gently, holding her a couple of inches above my lap, I thrust myself repeatedly into her, her eyes widening as she experienced pleasure she had never experienced before. My breathing became more ragged and I exploded inside her.
These two cuties were so tired from our efforts, they spent two hours sleeping on my sofa. When they woke up, I led them into the bathroom. I filled the tub, all three of us got inside. We had fun, playing foolish, made-up games; Devon and Nakida took turns riding me in the tub. It felt different and great, the wet soapy slippery sensations supercharging the pleasure sensors in our bodies.
I watched them walk away from my house. They looked back and waved, I waved back. That was the first of many visits I got from them. My life is still quiet and peaceful, but I have more fun, orgasmic moments now – literally.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/asw7mj/red_goblin_rising