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[18:29 PM]: Ok.[18:29 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Hi :) [18:29 PM]: I think we should start probably with them at the hotel, but before the ceremony? Maybe getting ready together?[18:30 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yes, or he could already be ready, in his smart shirt and pants, and she could be getting ready? [18:31 PM]: Well, sure I didn't mean like that...I just meant, that's the logical place to start, right? Going back further than that doesn't add anything?[18:31 PM]Ashleys Brothel: No, I think that's the right place to start. :) Would you like to begin? [18:33 PM]: Ok[18:33 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Yay![18:36 PM]: Aimee was in the reception room outside the hall, getting ready. She'd assembled most of her clothes without changing into them yet, just wearing a white Disneyland t-shirt and purple sweatpants that she'd worn on the car ride up. Her make-up, however, was done: soft baby-pink eye-shadow, baby-pink glitter-gloss, both matching her fresh, half-inch long nails, and a light dusting of glitter.[18:37 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew smiled as he spotted the slim, cute, petite young girl across the room, and walked across to her, smartly dressed in a light blue shirt and tight black pants. He stood next to her, smiling kindly and gently. "Hi, you must be... Aimee, sweetie? I'm Andrew. I'm here to accompany you to the Cumming of Age Ball." [18:39 PM]: Aimee looked up at him, fluttering the long fake lushes of her soft blue eyes. She didn't say anything, just squeaking nervously, until she spotted Kacee in the corner, smiling encouragingly. "You're Mister Andrew?" she finally asked, her voice soft and sweet, the flash of a pink-tipped stud on her tongue. Then she broke into a small smile, her glittery cheeks dimpling. "Oh, nice to meet you, I'm Aimee." She held up her hand awkwardly to take his. "I'm really nervous," she admitted.[18:41 PM]Ashleys Brothel: He took her hand gently in his and gave it a soft, reassuring squeeze, looking into her eyes as she spoke, listening attentively. He was nervous, too, at the thought of "performing" in front of others for the first time, but he wanted to be strong and reassuring for Aimee's sake. "It's OK, Aimee, sweetheart," he smiled, softly. "Don't worry. Lots of other girls have gone through this before, and by the end of it, you'll be a pretty Princess! Your makeup is lovely, Aimee." [18:43 PM]: She smiled. "Kacee told me these were your favourite colours...have you ever been at a Ceremony before?" she asked, still a little skittish, as she picked out her clothes. She'd chosen a tiny cropped t-shirt that would clearly cover little more than her small breasts, leaving her skinny flat tummy bare, and a pair of skimpy boyshorts in matching hot pink. The words "Blowjob Brat" were emblazoned across the seat of the shorts in peach-pink. She also had high knee-socks, in striped pale and hot pink, a pair of strappy white sandals with pink sparkly buckles, and a small pink bow for her hair.[18:45 PM]Terry Twelve disconnected.[18:46 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "She knows all the members so well, doesn't she, Aimee? I love your pink sparkles!" Andrew laughed ever so softly. "No, this is my first Ceremony tonight. I've never done anything like this before. I come and... visit with one of the girls every few weeks or so, but I've never been to a League event in the past." He saw how skinny and slender she was, and the length of the T-shirt she'd chosen for the night, and thought to himself how much he was looking forward to enjoying the sight of her slim, flat tummy and hips. [18:49 PM]: She turned her back to him and pulled off her t-shirt, baring her skinny back, and pulled on her t-shirt, carefully straightening her hair - shoulder length, with pink highlights - afterwards. She then pulled down her joggers; she was wearing a pair of plain cotton panties underneath. She began wiggling into the shorts hopping from one foot to the other. "Ok, well, do you know what you have to do? I don't want to mess it up in front of all my friends..."[18:50 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "I had a nice, long chat with Kacee on the phone about it the other day, Aimee," he blushed a little at the memory of embarrassingly coming while still on the phone with her. "All we have to do is follow the others' lead. We'll all file into the room, and line up in the middle of the floor. I will press down on your shoulders, which will be your cue to get down onto your knees. Then, you need to give me.. sucky-time, and when I'm ready, you will have to pull me out of your mouth and let me go all over the front of your little outfit, Aimee." The thought of this sweet little angel giving him sucky was already starting to make him bulge between his legs. [18:53 PM]: She nodded earnestly. "Good, yes, that's right..." She clearly hadn't been asking for help, but checking up on him! At League ceremonies, it was generally the men who were the problem, not the girls. As she pulled on her socks, she asked him outright: "And are you all nice and backed-up? I want you to get all my clothing all oogied-up and yukky, otherwise it's bad luck!" The Junior Blowjob League even had its own little superstitions. She looked up at him, giggling slightly. "Are you, Mister Andrew? Have you got a nice big load of icky-batter all saved up for little me?"[18:53 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (I'll make this part up)[18:54 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "The League requires us not to see any of the girls, or to do anything else to make ourselves ejaculate, for a month prior to the ceremony. I last visited with.. umm, Tiffani, it was, just four weeks ago. I haven't been able to come since then, Aimee." He blushed, a little. "I'm really backed-up and it kind of hurts and aches, sweetheart." [18:56 PM]: "Awww," she cooed. "Well, it's all for a good cause! Just try not to go blurty too soon, wait until it's the right moment? Last year Briony's man got her tiara all gloopy before she could even put it on." She strapped on her sandals, then pressed her pretty pink bow into his hand. "Will you put my bow in for me, Mister Andrew? Gently..." She smiled softly, the image of the pink-clad girl sweetly asking for a bow to be affixed to her hair only undercut by the 'Blowjob Brat' slogan scrawled across her wiggling tushie.[18:57 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Aww, sweetheart, I'd be delighted to." He smiled, taking it in his hand and holding it up to her hair. "Would you like one ponytail or two pigtails? And while I'm asking you lots of nosey questions," he laughed softly, "how do you spell your name? Kacee never told me. And also, are there any little cute pet names you really like to be called?" [19:00 PM]: "Pigtails," she announced. "And my name is spelled A I M E E, just like K A C E E. Hmm," she chewed on her nails nervously as she felt his fingers in her hair, giggling when his hand scraped against her soft white neck for a moment. "I like being called Aimee, but different? Liiiiike...Aimeekins, or Aimeepops, or things like that?"[19:02 PM]Ashleys Brothel: He pulled one pigtail up, and placed the soft, sweet, sparkly pink bow around it to keep it in place, the hair bouncy and cute and adorable, before starting on the other, gently stroking the back of her neck, running his fingers through her soft hair as he did it. "There," he said. "Two sweet bouncy pink pigtails, just how I like them! I think pigtails are really cute, Aimee-with-two-e's!" He laughed again. "Aimeekins, your hair is so soft!" [19:03 PM]: She smiled vividly at this. "Thank you Mister Andrew! My hair is my favourite feature, so try not to mess it up, okay?" She wagged her finger at him, somewhat humiliatingly adding: "Kacee warned me about your aim. This is important, though!"[19:04 PM]: (do you think she should get him hard before the ceremony, or not?)[19:04 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (yes :) )[19:05 PM]: Turning round to face him, she tugged approvingly at her pigtails. "Ok, now, are you going to wear your clothes in the ceremony? Do you want me to make sure you're all nice and hard for when we're introduced?" She was a bold girl, clearly.[19:06 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew shook his head. "Kacee suggested that it would be easier to wear a soft dressing-gown, so I'll be wearing that, and a pair of quite loose-fitting boxer shorts, if that's OK. She said most of the men choose to do that rather than wear their clothes." He blushed gently, and realised he was slightly starting to harden just looking at the pretty, cute young girl. "I... I'd like that, Aimeekins," he said, softly. "I think you're a very pretty young girl." [19:08 PM]: She crossed her arms. "Well are you going to change then? We don't have all day!" she scowled, before softening a bit at his compliment. "Awww, well that's very sweet of you to say Mister Andrew...and of course, I don't mind getting you all worked up...but obviously I'm not going to let you have any little accidents!" she teased.[19:08 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (He'll disappear to go and get his dressing-gown and come back changed, if that's OK?) [19:08 PM]: (Sure)[19:10 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew returned a moment later, in a fairly long, black, soft fluffy dressing-gown, tied up at the front. He smiled down at pretty Aimee. "There we go! I know we don't have long until the ceremony, sweetheart," he gently spoke, undoing the tie and letting the gown fall open in front of her, revealing the thin, loose, clean white boxers underneath, his penis slightly hard. [19:11 PM]: She nodded. "Ok Mister Andrew. Um...if I...can you stroke my hair, while I help you out?" Suddenly bashful again, a reminder of her age. She looked up at him with big blue eyes as she stepped closer and reached out to stroke the faint bulge with her glittery-nailed hand.[19:13 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "I'd love to," he smiled, softly. "I love touching girls' hair while they... you know," he was suddenly also a little bashful at his admission. Feeling and touching the girls' hair, when allowed, was one of his favourite things when he was helping them earn their badges. His hand reached out, and gently stroked his fingers through her soft pigtail, twisting it around, concentrating on the sweet baby-pink highlight. [19:15 PM]: She pulled down the front of his boxers, and guided out his cock, stroking it lightly. She didn't move into sucky-mode yet, just watching as it grew in her hand. "I really hope I do well...I don't want to forget and look silly...will you hold my hand if I get nervous during the ceremony?" she asked. "And please...try really hard not to get any in my hair, it's so yukky and gross..."[19:16 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "I'll hold your hand whenever you ask me to," he smiled, watching her glittery nails against his penis as she stroked and touched, and he gently ran his hands through her pigtails. "Remember, you have to say something to me before I can.. all over your clothes, Aimee. Most girls just ask their man nicely to make them a Princess, and ruin their Brat clothes, but there are no rules, you can say whatever you want as long as it's nice, and sweet."[19:19 PM]: She nodded eagerly at this. "Don't worry, I'll remember to ask permission." She started to stroke him harder now. "Um...is it ok if I don't....I want my lip gloss to look all nice and perfect when I walk in. Can I just use my hand, please?" She fluttered her lashes winningly.[19:20 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Aimee was making his heart melt. She was so sweet, and possibly the cutest girl he'd ever met through the League. Her little flutter made him smile ever so softly. "Of course you can, Aimeekins. I don't want you to ruin your makeup before we go into the room." Aimee's little strokes, going harder and harder, were making his penis grow and stiffen and throb in her hand. "Ooh, Aimee!" he laughed. [19:21 PM]: "Careful...I don't want to mess up my nails either!" she giggled, steering clear of the head and working lower down. She reached her other hand out and lightly touched his balls. "Ooh, these feel really big and heavy, Mister Andrew. You must have been very good and saved yourself up really well! It's going to be such fun!" she giggled.[19:23 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew's balls felt heavy in her little hand as she touched them gently. "Don't touch them too much, Aimee-baby," he warned. "Because I've been backed-up for so long, I'm very sensitive. It aches and hurts, sweetie-poppet." He blushed a little. [19:25 PM]: She stopped short, nodding solemnly. "Ok, I won't, but you make sure you hold on!" Putting him in what must have been agony, she then unceremoniously stopped stroking him. "Ok, I think we're nearly ready...shall we line up to go in?" She reached up her hand to take his.[19:27 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Mmngh," he groaned in frustration, as he tied up the front of his dressing-gown again, an obvious bulging tent in the front now, making him blush. "Yes, we should line up," he said, taking her hand softly in his, the sizes so different. Andrew's hand large and masculine, Aimee's hand soft and small and dainty and glittery. "Sweetie," he said, as they walked. "Can you tell me how much you... weigh? You're so... slender." He couldn't take his eyes off the young girl's tiny little hips and tummy. [19:29 PM]: Aimee was more interesting in making a game of hopping on the floor tiles in a pattern, but she answered: "I'm 6 stone...6 stone something, I think. I can't remember." She was clearly very small for her age and height, so the weight make sense. When she looked up, and saw his greedy eyes, she giggled. "Do you like me all skinny in my tight little Brat clothes, Mister? Make sure to get a good look, because this is the last time!"[19:29 PM]: Ahead of them was the function room. The sign on the door simply said "JBL Private Ceremony", for obvious reasons.[19:31 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "I do, sweetie. If we weren't going into the ceremony, I'd want to lie down with you and touch your little tummy and pretty little hips, Aimee." Andrew blushed a little, as he squeezed her hand and walked with her. [19:36 PM]: "Not without my permission!" came the predictable response accompanied by a wagging finger, but her manner was playful enough. The doors swung open, and in they walked. Aimee gave a soft little wow and almost ran ahead of him in her excitement. Amber must have been up all night decorating the room, pinks and purples and silver and gold predominated. All along the walls were lists of badges, famous past Senior Princesses' pictures, and photos of League activities. The central carpet led up to a long set of wooden benches, adding an almost religious, ritualistic feel to the whole thing. A few girls were already in there, kneeling down, while some men stood over them, looking uncomfortable. Around the edges, other girls, varying from Brats who would one day be involved in this ceremony themselves, to Princesses who could remember theirs in the past, were standing, smiling. At the front, were Amber, Chelsea, Kacee, Taylor, Jenna, Tiffani, Gemma, and Mandy. "Look!" Aimee squealed, pointing to a cushion on the bench that had a piece of card with her name drawn inside a little heart. She began leading Andrew towards it.[19:36 PM]: (Feel free to add other cute details you can think of...)[19:38 PM]Ashleys Brothel: All the girls' names were written on their little cards in the sweetest sparkly pink handwriting. Aimee's had a little heart above the i where the dot should be! Andrew was almost dragged towards the bench, watching her tiny little bum swaying in the boyshorts as he walked behind her. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" he laughed, as he followed her. (Is she wearing any jewellery apart from her hoop earrings and her little navel dangler? I'd like her to have some of those jangly bracelets on!) [19:41 PM]: The thick plastic bead bracelets on Aimee's wrists (like those?) clacked as she half-led, half-dragged Andrew up to the bench. As she waited for him to take his place in front of her, she adjusted the small necklace she was wearing, a black string holding a silver letter "A". She stood there, hands cupped in front of her, grinning proudly at this happy moment. Behind her, the doors were closed as the last set of couples entered, and were locked tight and barred - no one was going to interrupt the ceremony.[19:43 PM]Bad Luck Brittany is now Away.[19:43 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew's heart melted as he watched her, hands clasped in front of her as if she was some sort of religious sacrifice. Which, in a way, she was. He smiled softly, looking down at his sweet little Aimeekins, looking so happy. To reassure her, he looked down at her with a sweet, gentle smile. "I'm so proud of you, Aimeepops," he whispered, softly. [19:45 PM]: She grinned up happily - more at the moment than his kind words, but still appreciating the gesture. "Thank you Mister Andrew, I'm really - "

"HARUMPH!" Amber's stern voice called a hush to the nervous giggles from the girls. Mandy stepped forward, wearing a sparkly crown. "Welcome, all of you, to our 'Cumming of Age' Ball. We have with us some hardworking Brats whose dedication and commitment has seen them earn the badges and awards necessary to graduate to Princess level..."[19:46 PM]: (should we work out which girls are there, just to keep things easy for later? We can concentrate on Aimee and Andrew, but I just mean the names really)[19:47 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (Yes, I think so. There should be four couples, just to make things easier to play out. So Aimee and Andrew...)[19:48 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (my phone is going, brb :) )[19:50 PM]: (I remember Lizzee is one of them, Lizzee and Mister Robert. Let's say Sophee and Mister John, and do you want to pick the last pair? When you get back, that is :) )[19:54 PM]: (actually, I'm going to make myself a cup of tea while you're afk - I'll brb, if I'm not back when you get back :) )[19:56 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (I'm back now :) )[19:57 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (So... Aimee and Mister Andrew; Sophee and Mister John; Lizzee and Mister Robert; and Mia and Mister Stephen?) :)[20:01 PM]: (That sounds great.)[20:03 PM]: "Mister Stephen, account number 106, would you like to introduce your Brat?" "This is Mia..." The man sounded so nervous he could barely speak, but Mia waved brightly. They continued down the line, John and Sophee, and then Robert and Lizzee. Lizzee seemed very happy, smiling broadly, and she shot Andrew a little grin too, recognising him from their meeting. Her sponsor's hand turned her head back softly, stroking her dyed hair. Finally, it was the turn of Andrew and Aimee."[20:04 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Nervously, Andrew reached down to Aimee, stroking her soft, blonde pigtails, blushing a little. In his most confident voice, he smiled, and spoke. "This is my very pretty Aimee." [20:04 PM]: (This ok so far?)[20:04 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (yes :) )[20:07 PM]: After each girl, a list of accomplishments was read off. Chelsea unfurled Aimee's scroll, and began reading the badges she'd completed. "'Ewww, Not In My Hair' with Mister Kevin. 'Glitter-Gloss-Gloop' with Mister Iain. 'Icky Sticky Licky' with Mister Brian. 'Double Glazing' with Misters Roger and Fred...." The list went on. Quite a few names were read out alongside that of the sweet little girl in front of Andrew, and she smiled happily at the memory of each. Even Mister Robert, now paired up with Lizzee, had done the 'Catch The Fishy' and the 'Eye Like Cum' badges with her.[20:09 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew blushed at this. The thought of all those other men who had done things with Aimee made him smile, but it also made him a little jealous. He really liked this girl, she was ever so sweet, and it felt like he was the only one who had never done a badge with her! [20:11 PM]: With the reading completed, the formal part of the ceremony began. "Sponsors, if you would please guide your Brats down to the correct positions, and arrange yourselves such that, ah, such that the *next phase* can begin," said Mandy delicately, as Amber and Taylor draped her cape of office about her shoulders, a long, flowing pink affair trimmed with white fake fur, that would have looked very Princessly and elegant, were it not for thousands, literally thousands, of little white stains all over it. It was clear how the Senior Princess earned her position...[20:13 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Looking into Aimee's big, soft, blue eyes, Andrew smiled gently and kindly, and reached up, pressing his hands softly on her shoulders. He didn't push her to her knees, just laid his hands there and let her willingly do the rest. His penis formed a tent in his dressing-gown, watching the scene, all the sweet, cute girls, the splattered messy cape, and his beautiful Aimeekins, as she kneeled and he undid the tie, letting the gown fall open. [20:16 PM]: Down on her knees, Aimee kept smiling up at him trustingly. When his robe opened, she neatly evaded his hardness as it sprang out with a dodge of her head - a faint slap, and an "Owwwie!" and a "Sorry, Sopheekins..." suggested not everyone was so agile - and then settled herself into position. Keeping her big blue eyes on Andrew's face, she stretched her pink, glittery lips wide open and softly sucked him into her mouth. While not technically part of the correct procedure, she gave it a small lick with the flat of her tongue, letting her piercing nudge the fleshy underside for just a moment.[20:18 PM]Ashleys Brothel: As he felt the hard little nub of her piercing jolt out against his aching, sensitive manhood, all Andrew could do was let out a short, sharp little gasp. "Ungh!" he grunted. "Ohh, Aimeepops, be careful with that piercing," he warned her. "Remember, it's been four weeks." He reached down, to run his fingers softly through her hair. "Remember you can hold my hand if you need to, sweetie-poppet." [20:20 PM]: She nodded her head, just enough to see his shaft wobble a little with the movement. Instead of holding his hand, she just reached out and rested one of her hands on his thigh, the long nails not scratching him, but her fingers stroking faintly. It was a small moment of comfort as the overwhelming nature of the ceremony started to get to her. Ahead, the ceremonial "wand" of the Senior Princess was brought out: a long, thick dildo, made of a stiff, translucent pinky-purple studded through with glitter. "Ok Brats, repeat after me, the official oath of the Junior Blowjob League..."[20:23 PM]: Understandably, Mandy's next words were completely muffled. "Mmmmrf mmmrf mffm mrrf-mmfrrff..." As she recited, three of the four girls on the floor began to repeat after her. As Aimee spoke, or attempted to, her lips hummed around Andrew, and the muffled sounds she was producing caused a vibration he would definitely feel, occasionally her tongue rising to touch him. Down the line, Lizzee was shy to start off with and stayed mute, but Mister Robert managed to gently coax the words out of her with strokes of her hair.[20:24 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew watched with curiosity as the other girls did what they needed to with their men. Mia was delicately licking around the tip of Mister Stephen's shaft before he gently whispered down to her, presumably that she needed to put it all the way in, and she did so. Andrew groaned, and throbbed in Aimee's mouth as she spoke, or tried to. There was no working out what the words were, but the humming and vibrations made him gasp out, oozing salty pre-cum onto the young girl's tongue. His ache just grew...[20:25 PM]: (Hope that bit wasn't too smutty. Are you ok with me continuing to 'direct' the scene?)[20:25 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (Yes, I love it :) )[20:27 PM]: Just as Aimee was dangerously close to overexciting Andrew, the oath ended. "Mmrr mrrfff!" announced Mandy. "Mmrr mmrrfff!" all the girls repeated in unison. After that there was only silence, punctuated by the agonised groans of Mister John, who was really starting to struggle. As such, Amber whispered in Mandy's ear that perhaps they had better do Sophee first, to avoid another little accident, but at that moment, there was a soft squeal, a delirious grunt, and some tittering giggles from the assembled audience...[20:29 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Mister John's sludge filled the mouth of poor little brown-haired Sophee, as he grunted and groaned, his four-week back-up of semen pumping uncontrollably into her sweet, sucking, lipstick-coated young lips. She squealed and yelped as his premature ejaculation oozed and burst out into her mouth, salty and hot and slimy. [20:31 PM]: The nervous tension in the room break. Quite a few girls were giggling, although poor Sophee didn't seem to find it so funny, panicking as she pulled her mouth off to spit some of the foul, backed-up thickness out, only to receive a fresh blast on her chin. "Ewwie, Mister, no, it's too soon! Everything will be ruined!" she complained. Some of the Princesses hurried over - not to calm her down, though, or even to help out. Instead, sensing Mister John was past the point of control, Kacee reached down and took hold of his shaft with a helpless giggle. "Um, Sophee sweetie, it's ok, just try to close your eyes, and - " "EWWWW!"[20:33 PM]: *broke[20:33 PM]Ashleys Brothel: His lumpy, yellowed, backed-up sludgy ball-batter shot out in a thick, chunky mass over her poor little face, coating her forehead, into her soft, sweet, ponytailed brown hair, across her pretty cheeks, and onto her closed eyes, hosing off the girl's mascara. [20:36 PM]: As Sophee gagged and squealed, Kacee tried to sound comforting, but was clearly enjoying things a little too much. "Oh, sweetie, relax, don't worry, this is just your 'Cumming of Age'! *giggles* Ok, now, time for those bratty clothes...I think you have enough left, don't you Mister John?" She urged him on with a couple of expert tugs of his pulsing, out-of-control shaft, with her hand, bearing immensely long, curved, heavily lacquered fake nails. Aiming him lower, she managed to get the next thick rope of almost porridgey batter-mix onto Sophee's tight sky-blue t-shirt. This seemed a blessed relief from the makeup-scouring facial, until it began dribbling down her pale tummy, a big chunky lump settling in her navel. Her squeals grew even louder.[20:39 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Even Amber had to crack a little smile at the sight of poor, squealing, wriggling Sophee and the torment of Mister John's thick, salty splooge all over her clothes and tummy and face. Kacee was enjoying teasing the poor 14-year-old brunette, while the look of relief on Mister John's face was apparent. He was unloading his month-old back-up of sticky, gooey semen and the relief was immense, the pressure buildup had become painful, as it had with Andrew. [20:43 PM]: "Ok hunni, not much more to go now, come on Mister John, let's help Sophee become a perfect pretty Princess!" Kacee was sufficiently skilled that despite her close proximity, none of the sticky sludge had managed to end up on her hand or staining her immaculate pink clothing as she lowered the 'hose nozzle' a bit more, John bending helplessly at the waist, and tugged out the last few pulses of oozy gooeyness that he could manage. One blatted onto Sophee's tight white shorts, another hit the large, solid, rainbow coloured plastic bracelets on her wrist, some of it splattering onto the matching colours of her nails. Meanwhile, Andrew would feel Aimee's hand nudging against his. Watching Sophee's ordeal was making her skittish.[20:45 PM]Ashleys Brothel: He reached down, and squeezed her hand gently. Not only was it making Aimee skittish, it was making Andrew throb. His penis pulsed and throbbed dangerously in her mouth, on a hair trigger, the sight of the young girl's ordeal, as well as the sight of Mister John's immense relief from the pressure, making Andrew ache and feel the need for his own, sweet release. He looked down at his little Aimeekins, the tension and longing in his eyes. [20:45 PM]R B Nicci is now Away. [puppy][20:49 PM]: Aimee squeezed his hand back and looked back up. She gave him a small, comforting suck - well, it comforted her... - but otherwise managed to calm down as she knelt there, skinny and small. Meanwhile, a light round of applause had broken up as Sophie stood up, dripping like some kind of bog monster, her face a goopy ruin of smeared make-up, the dribble sliming down her slender frame and staining her clothing. The applause turned to cheers and hoots, and suddenly, the frightened girl on the verge of sobs broke into a cheery smile. She actually giggled, and looked over at Mister John, tsking playfully. The poor man, milked expertly by Kacee, was now flushing a deep crimson of embarrassment. "'m sorry sweetheart," he mumbled. "Just got a bit..." "Oh, that's ok, look, you made me into a Princess!" she said gleefully, letting him off the hook lightly enough, though teasingly added: "I should have known this would happen, after that time when I was getting my Shirt badge!" If anything, the man blushed harder.[20:51 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew just looked across at the scene, unsure how long he would be able to hold on himself. He had brought himself to the edge of coming lots during the month, but always managed to hold back. This was his toughest test of stamina yet. He looked back down to pretty little Aimee with a nervous smile. [20:53 PM]: "Congratulations, Sophee, although you're not a Princess yet...You can go now and change into your Princess outfit and return for the tiara ceremony," said Mandy, cutting off Amber's huffing attempts to rebuke Mister John. "Now, sponsors, we understand that it can get a little *giggle* HARD to hold on, but if you do feel yourself in trouble, please do try to give us a little more advance warning than poor Sophee got. Mister John, hopefully you'll be able to show a little more self-control when it comes to the tiara ceremony?"[20:53 PM]: They moved down the line, to see to the next girl, and initiate her journey from Brat to Princess. It was a truly magical day for all involved...[20:55 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Little olive-skinned, black-haired Mia smiled, as much as she could with a mouthful of Mister Stephen's thick, throbbing penis. He was the most unruffled-looking of the four men, it seemed. She looked up at him with her big, deep, brown eyes. At fourteen and a half, she was the youngest of the Brats making it through the ceremony that day. A tiny hand reached up to fondle and play with the man's balls, and her head bobbed shyly up and down on his pulsing penis. [20:57 PM]: Mister Stephen urged her on very gently. Although he was not as experienced as Mister Robert, he had the benefit of having done several badges with Mia, so they had a very good rapport. "That's it poppet, nice and light now, you know how Mister likes it, don't you little one?" he cooed, petting her hair and scratching a finger encouragingly under her chin. Kacee and the other Princesses once again stood by in case of accident, but it seemed as though he had this under control...[20:57 PM]: (I'm happy to play them all out, if you are, but if you'd rather skip on to Aimee, we can do that too!)[20:57 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (Yes, otherwise we will not get to the party!) [20:58 PM]: (Ok, sorry.)
[20:59 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Mia smiled, feeling him starting to tense up. The number of times she had been with him, she knew when he was starting to get ready. His salty, sticky ooze coated her tongue, making her grimace a little - she had never liked the taste, although she had endured some Swallowing badges - and she opened her mouth wide, pulling him out and wrapping her little hand around his slick, sticky shaft. Her smile was adorable, as she batted her long, dark lashes up at him encouragingly. "Mister Stephen, are you almost ready, sir?" [21:02 PM]: He answered, not with words, but with an ugly grunt as he unloaded directly into her mouth. Soon, he was caking her face in a thick, creamy, smooth mask of drippiness. She screwed up her eyes, mewed in distress, and wiggled her toes nervously, but endured it without any real complaint, and when he began globbying over her clothing, managed to direct him a little: "Can you get it on Minnie Mouse please?" she asked very politely as gungy yuk dribbled down her legs. In due course, Stephen was panting, satisfied, ruffling her streaked hair playfully, and she was accepting the applause of the assembled girls as they took in her spattered state,[21:03 PM]: The procession moved closer now, just Lizzee and Aimee next. Aimee's eyes grew wide and she squeezed Andrew's hand a bit harder as the Princesses gathered around Mister Robert.[21:04 PM]Ashleys Brothel: It was all over so quickly for them. Andrew watched, as his little 'friend' Lizzee was covered, in smooth, thick ropes of soft, sticky white cum, aimed perfectly, straight lines criss-crossing her pretty young face, into her hair, and expertly coating her sweet, little-girl clothes. He felt a little sorry for her, but Aimee could feel him throbbing in her mouth, knowing she was next.[21:07 PM]: "Hey there Mister Andrew, I hope you've been practising your aim..." giggled Kacee as Lizzee was led away, dripping, plastered so thickly her white t-shirt had gone see-through, but smiling contentedly. Amber frowned at her and Kacee ceased her teasing, but still winked playfully at Andrew. Her low-cut t-shirt set her apart from the other, more formally dressed Princesses, and Andrew would realize she'd been flirting shamelessly with all the men. No wonder Mister John had struggled to hold on. "Would you like to help Aimee become a Princess, Mister...Mister Andrew?" asked Mandy, very formally. Aimee relaxed her grip on Andrew's hand, but her eyes glued to his face spoke of her need for a little intimacy and contact as her head began to bob.[21:09 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew could only gasp out the words. "Yes, yes I would, miss Mandy," he said, groaning a little as his ache started to become unbearable, only the warm wetness of Aimee's sweet, soft mouth comforting him as he squeezed the young girl's hand and stroked his fingers through a pretty pink-highlighted pigtail. The urgency in his eyes meant he didn't need to say 'not long now, Aimee,' as he throbbed and pulsed, oozing out stickiness into her sweet, glittery mouth. [21:11 PM]: Aimee grimaced a little at the taste, but she knew how to bring him along quickly, maintaining eye contact as she started to apply the pressure of her tongue, that little stud adding to the sensation as her glittery lips pursed a little tighter, some of the gloss rubbing off. The sound of a good 'sucky-time' filled the air as her skinny little frame bobbed back and forth.[21:11 PM]lip gloss princess connected.[21:13 PM]Ashleys Brothel: The eyes of the whole room were on them as Andrew groaned and grunted, getting closer and closer to his sweet, sticky relief that he had waited a month for. He watched her tiny little body bob up and down, her flat little stomach and her pretty, glittery lashes fluttering up at him. She was so small, and tiny, and she had his penis in his mouth and it was all starting to get too much for him and MMNGH! [21:15 PM]: Aimee let out a squeal of alarm as the thick, salty taste flood her mouth. She pulled off with a wet slurping sound as her lips smacked, only to receive a big creamy moustache on her upper lip, wiping out her glitter-gloss thickly and dribbling down around her mouth and onto her chin. "Eeeh, Mister Andrew, it's so yukkie! Eww, *spit* *spit* don't get any in my hair, pleeeeeeaaaase!"[21:16 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Kacee looked back at the audience, who were laughing and giggling, a few cheering, and took the hint. She wrapped her soft, glittery hand around Andrew's throbbing, spurting penis, and, with a sweet, cute, naughty smile, winked at him and aimed the splurting messy weapon upwards...[21:19 PM]: "Eeek!" shrieked Aimee as her beautiful blonde-pink hair was streaked with a thick slather of Andrew's churned up cummy-batter. "Ew, ew, ew! No! Ewww, it smells all yucky..." Apparently insensitive to Andrew's feelings at this point, she didn't hold back. "it's all...stale, like it's gone off...ahh! My earrings!" Kacee did at least make sure to aim some onto her face, the eyeshadow coming in pink streaks that ran down her pale features like clown makeup.[21:20 PM]: Kacee giggled. "Calm down hunni, it's just what it takes to be a Princess...it'll all be worth it when you get that pretty tiara on, won't it?" This served to quiet Aimee's grumbles a little, although when some landed on her neck, she started jiggling about as it slid down inside her top.[21:22 PM]Suck Me Off connected.[21:22 PM]Ashleys Brothel: The relief that washed across Andrew's face was visible to all, as he carried on spurting sticky, thick, chunky, lumpy, stale yellowed cum across poor Aimee's face and hair, spattering the pigtails he had put in himself for her. The fact that it was Kacee, sweet, telephone girl Kacee, who was doing it, served only to make his balls empty harder, extra thick shots of boiled up batter, that had been churning around in his balls for a month, splurging disgustingly across her cheeks and neck. [21:24 PM]: Kacee lowered his batter-pipe once it had softened a little and tugged it into spitting out a little more of its venom onto Aimee's clothing. The skinny girl whimpered as the chunky goo slopped onto her shirt. "Ewww...it's on my stomach, it's all cold and oogie..." The girls were starting to cheer Aimee, but Kacee wasn't done. "Ooh, Mister Andrew, do you think those bratty nails need to go, too?" she giggled.[21:25 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew could only nod and gasp. "Oh... ungh... yes... yes... it doesn't hurt any more... yes, Kacee... mmngh!" [21:26 PM]: "Come on sweetie..." she urged. Reluctantly, Aimee held up her hands, nails glittering baby-pink under the lights, thick plastic bracelets on each slender wrist. As the remaining goop started to slap onto her fingers, Aimee winced. "Ooh, boy Mister Andrew, you weren't lying about being backed-up!"[21:27 PM]Ashleys Brothel: As his orgasm started to subside, he became more lucid and coherent. "I... I've always been a really heavy cummer, Aimeekins... leaving off for a month was hard for me. Oh, you're a mess, sweetie-poppet!"[21:29 PM]: Aimee scowled as she surveyed herself. "I asked you not to bloopy in my hair, and you did!" she said crossly, even as the other girls cheered her. But a smile crept back to her lips. "Wow, I'm really covered...look, it's all chunky on my hands! Eww, and it smells a bit too...I'm not sure you should save up for a whole month next time! *giggle*" She came around to it, eventually, smiling happily as the girls congratulated her, and staying behind for a moment to shyly say. "Thank you Mister Andrew..."[21:31 PM]Ashleys Brothel: He looked down at her, surveying the 'damage.' Kacee was such a good aim, he thought to himself, as he looked at the perfectly aligned white ropes of chunky semen in poor Aimee's pink-streaked hair. "It does go... a bit smelly when you leave it too long, Aimeekins, I'm sorry. But... I feel so much better now. It doesn't ache or hurt anymore, sweetie." [21:33 PM]: "Good," she said. "Because I need you for when I get my tiara!" With that, the Princesses swept her up and guided her away, while Andrew was given a towel and wet wipe to clean himself up. When the girls returned, each was dressed up in a beautiful "princess" style dress with frills and lace and sequins. They had washed up, and freshened their makeup, and cleaned their hair; Aimee had some new nails, a brighter pink glitter.[21:34 PM]Suck Me Off disconnected.[21:34 PM]: (I'm moving swiftly on to get through everything...if I miss or skip something do say)
[21:34 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (How is Aimee now? Has she recovered? :) )[21:34 PM]lip gloss princess is now Looking. [Looking for someone to play as an adult human female.][21:35 PM]: (Yes. She's cleaned up and beautiful...though she might still be a bit annoyed about her hair. But she's not upset)[21:37 PM]: Aimee skipped ahead of the other girls, doing a twirl in her soft pink dress. "Look Mister Andrew, don't I look pretty?" She beamed, her make-up bright and shiny. When she came up to him, she reached out to hold her hand - she was now wearing a silver bracelet, her hands were clean, and her nails were long and freshly painted.[21:39 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Oh, you looked very pretty before, Aimee," he smiled warmly, "but you look even prettier now! Look at you, my pretty little princess!" Andrew laughed. "And your hair, those pigtails were cute but you look so stylish wearing it down like that. You're adorable, Aimee." He squeezed her hand gently, and his other hand wandered towards her back. "Umm, Aimee," he blushed. "Can... can I touch your little bum while we stand here together? Just a little bit? Please?"[21:39 PM]R B Nicci is now Away. [puppies!][21:41 PM]: She gnawed on her lip, then shook her head. "No, sorry Mister Andrew...maybe at the party afterwards. But for now I want to be a Princess, and princesses don't let men touch their bums!" she said indignantly. Mandy called things to order as four pillows were brought out, on each one resting a glittery, sparkly tiara. "Princesses, if you'd like to take your positions; sponsors, we hope you've managed to get yourselves all ready again?"[21:42 PM]: Aimee eased herself down to her knees again, her small frame so pink and frilly it looked like she was an old-fashioned doll all dressed up. She smiled up at Andrew with an equally doll-like face. Down the line, the Princesses began bestowing their newly-made colleagues with the tiaras.[21:44 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Her makeup had been redone to make her look like a doll. Thick, pale foundation with just the right amount of cute blush, and a light dusting of glitter, plus the pretty baby-pink eyeshadow, and long, thick false lashes that fluttered and batted cutely, along with her sweet, glittery pink gloss. It drove Andrew wild, and he was once again visibly tenting the dressing-gown, as were all the other sponsors along the line. [21:46 PM]: Sophee and Mia now wore their tiaras, and Lizzee was having hers placed on her head by Taylor. As the group approached, Aimee squeezed Andrew's hand excitedly. "Can I ask you a question?" she asked shyly, making use of the moment's wait while Lizzee took her tiara and settled it among her dyed blonde hair. "Do you like that I'm so small and slim, Mister Andrew?"[21:47 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew blushed, looking down at his cute little doll princess. "I..." he trailed off. "I do, Aimee," he blushed again, brightly. "I like how small and tiny and slender you are, and it makes me want to... to do things, like touch your hips and tummy and bum. That's the reason I asked. I want to touch your tiny little body and feel how skinny you are, and how big my hands look on your little frame."[21:49 PM]: She giggled. "Alright, well, if it will help, you can quickly reached down and give it a *small* pet? But you have to promise to do your best to aim at my tiara...not too much in my hair!" she teased, wiggling about enticingly. Mister Robert was now grunting and groaning and gunging onto Lizzee's tiara; Mia's and Sophee's were already sparkling distinctively under the lights.[21:51 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Instantly, Andrew's hand was pressed softly against Aimee's perky, tiny little bum through the dress, and he gave it a tiny little squeeze - although there was not much to squeeze! - and stroked it, up and down her tiny cheek, a few times. "It's so soft and pretty, Aimee," he smiled, his hardness throbbing and showing how much he liked it.[21:53 PM]: She giggled as she saw Amber coming up, staring severely at Andrew. "A-hem!" When he was ready again, the Princesses gathered round and slid the tiara onto Aimee's brow, where it rested. It was made of silver (actually chrome) but the studs for jewels were left empty, to be left with something else. "Ok, Aimee, it's time to become an official Princess of the Junior Blowjob League!"[21:54 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Kacee stood close up behind Andrew as he pressed his hand around his throbbing, hard penis and blushed, stroking it hard and fast, aiming at the tiara. "Aimee, don't forget, you have to ask nicely," he smiled down at her, soothingly. [21:57 PM]: She nodded. "I remember. Ok...um...Mister Andrew, I've been working really hard for this honour for three years, sucking on my knees all over town and completing lots of badges. You're one of the nicest members I've worked with - though maybe not the best aim *hehe* - and I would really like if you would give my glittery tiara a big sparkly finish. Just please try to keep it out of my pretty hair when you get all worked-up and spurty!"[21:58 PM]Ashleys Brothel: The audience clapped at her little speech, and Andrew smiled down at her. "Thank you, Aimeekins." And with that, he started to splurt again. The first blast of his thick, sticky white mess flopped out and landed on her forehead, but the second was a perfect aim, coating the front of the pretty, sparkly tiara as he groaned and grunted. [21:59 PM]: "Ewww! You got it on my head!" When she didn't feel the second open, she opened one eye cautiously. "Did you get it, Mister Andrew? Did you get it on my sparkly tiara?"[22:00 PM]: The thick ropes of cum glittered against the silver as they settled on the tiara; meanwhile, the errant splodge started to slide down her face, dragging the thick doll makeup with it in a viscous paste.[22:00 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "I... I did, sweetie," he groaned, holding his splurting penis out and aiming it at her again. [22:00 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (Will you choose where it hits this time? :) )[22:02 PM]: Unfortunately, bending to speak to her caused the next one to glop into her hair, just above her left ear. With her eyes screwed shut she couldn't see it; it was only when she felt something cold and sludgey brushing against her dangly silver earring that she started to ask nervously. "Um..Mister?" Kacee stifled a giggled, unable to tell the poor girl she had a thick, blobby dangle of cock-snot gluing her soft, delicate together in a big wad.[22:04 PM]Ashleys Brothel: His work done on the tiara, Andrew couldn't help himself. He took a step back from her, his cock still splurting out its thick, sticky white ball-batter. "I'm sorry, Aimee, I've wanted... to do this... ungh, since I met you, Aimeekins." With that, he aimed himself downwards, and splattered down the front of her pretty pink dress, her tight, flat tummy getting coated with his thick semen. "I wanted to do it on your bare tummy before, baby, I want to aim right at it, oh, I'm sorry." [22:07 PM]: "Ewww!" she squealed. There was a mixture of disapproving snorts, and hysterical giggles, from the gathered onlookers, as they surveyed the damage, the thick oozy batter-gloop icking down her tight little tummy. She pouted at him with lips blurred by the slurry load still making its way down her face. "Hey, Mister, that's no fair! That wasn't part of the ceremony at all!"[22:08 PM]Ashleys Brothel: ..but the last part of her sentence was punctuated with a cute "bleurgh," as he aimed it into her open mouth as she spoke, before starting to coat and ruin the adorable doll makeup with the last of his thick, creamy white semen globs. "Mmngh, that's better," he smiled. [22:10 PM]: Even Mandy was smiling as she said. "Alright, Mister, I think you had your fun. That concludes the ceremony. Let's give a big hand to all our new Princesses!" The room erupted in a tumult of applause, and Aimee found herself standing up, a little dazed, creamy paste trickling out of her mouth down her chin and dripping onto her once-pristine dress. She smiled confused at Andrew. "I'm a Princess now?"[22:11 PM]Ashleys Brothel: He took her hand and helped her stand up, squeezing it reassuringly as he re-tied his dressing down to cover-up his dripping penis. "You are, sweetheart," he smiled. "You're a pretty, sticky, glittery little Princess. Congratulations!" [22:12 PM]R B Nicci disconnected.[22:13 PM]: She giggled. "'nk you for helping make me a Princess, Mister Andrew!" She turned to look down the line. John was looking completely spent and Sophee had gone off to celebrate with some friends; Mia was showing all the different bits of cum on her dress to Stephen and giggling; Lizzee was gently sucking on Robert yet again. She turned back, and squeezed his hand. "Would you like to touch my bum again, Mister Andrew? I wasn't *really* mad before, I know you can't help it...and you were very sweet...and stroked my hair like I asked you to..."[22:15 PM]: (I can't think of much else from the ceremony, so after we wrap it up, we can move on to the party if you like?)[22:15 PM]Ashleys Brothel: The party was starting now, and some of the men who just had tickets to the party alone, rather than the ceremony, were starting to trickle into the room to enjoy themselves. Andrew smiled down at pretty Aimee, and reached around with both hands, to touch and stroke her pretty, perky, tiny little bum. "Sweetie, you feel so nice to touch," he said, whispering. "I love how soft and tiny you are down there, Aimeekins. You're so skinny." He looked down at her with a smile.[22:17 PM]: She giggled. "Ok, not too much longer Mister...I want to wash and change a bit before the party so I can look all nice and pretty..." Her attention turned to some of the arriving men. "Oh look, there's Mister Luke, I did my Skirt badge with him, and Mister Fred, he was one of the ones I did my Glazey badge with..."
[22:17 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Kacee asked me to ask you if you wanted to go clean up, or spend a little time at the party with your cummy tiara on, Aimeekins," he smiled. [22:18 PM]: "Ohhh..." The thought of this clearly hadn't occurred to her, and she glazed over for a moment. Then she giggled, and nodded. "Ok. It will be fun to meet all the men I've done badges with and have them see that big gloopy crown on my head!"[22:19 PM]: (Can we pause for a moment when you're ready?)[22:20 PM]Terry Twelve connected.[22:20 PM]Ashleys Brothel: The thought of all those other men seeing his semen, Andrew's cum on this pretty, perky, giggly young girl made the blood rush to his penis again and he smiled softly down at her. "I'd like them to see you with my cum on your little body, sweetie-poppet," he blushed. "Is that weird?"[22:21 PM]: She shook her head. "Of course not...that's why we do the group badges, some men like seeing it, and some men like it when the other members can see what they've done...and with the no photo rule they don't get that chance very often!"[22:22 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Mmngh," he said, blushing. "All the other men will see you with me all over your pretty little face, sweetie," he smiled. "My sticky oogie on pretty little Aimeekins." [22:23 PM]: "And if they ask, I'll tell them it's Mister Andrew's bloopie, from the ceremony! Hehe, and I'll point you out for them, so they know just who did a big messy all in their little Aimee-poppet's silver tiara!"[22:25 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (Do you want to take a pause now?) [22:27 PM]: (Well, I just wanted to ask whether you were enjoying it, whether it was ok?)[22:27 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (I am! Was the ceremony good for you?)[22:28 PM]: (It really was :) I hope I included enough details. I know we had to hurry some bits, but like you, I wanted to leave time for the party)[22:29 PM]Suck Me Off connected.[22:29 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (Yes - I hope it's not too weird to have Aimee walking around with him dribbling down her doll makeup.)[22:29 PM]: (I don't think it is! I thought it was cute...)
[22:31 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (Are there any things you'd really love to see happen at the party? :) )[22:32 PM]: (I had a few ideas, but I don't know whether you'd rather discuss them, or just go through them as we play?)[22:33 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (Just go through them briefly and we can pick a couple? :) )[22:34 PM]: (Ok, sorry, I guess the ceremony took a bit long...we don't have as much time. Ok, so...Kacee and a few men, we'd discussed. The 'target practice' game, I thought was cute. I'd like for Andrew to ask a girl to go with - another girl, other than Aimee - and for a man to approach Aimee and ask her.)
[22:36 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (I'd like all of those, too. Can we start with Andrew and Aimee standing together, and another man walking up to ask if he can.. you know..?) [22:36 PM]: (Ok! Also, if you want to play a girl, or need me to play a man, just say, we can mix it up more at the party.)[22:38 PM]: Aimee and Andrew walked through to the party area hand in hand. There was drink and food laid out on a table, some music playing from a laptop, and groups of conversation. It was a low-key affair, but everyone was happy. Most of the girls were no more than chest height to the men who roamed the room nervously in various states of undress. A couple of girls came by and congratulated Aimee...though they stopped short of hugging her when they saw the sticky mess that she still was.[22:40 PM]Ashleys Brothel: The men were also variously dressed. Some in robes, some in their shirts and pants. None were naked or half-naked.. yet. Andrew looked around the room at the crowds, and then down at his cum-dripping little Aimee, squeezing her hand gently. [22:40 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (Will you be the man coming up to them?) [22:40 PM]: (ok)[22:42 PM]: The man who approached them hadn't been at the ceremony; he was here just for the party. He didn't really acknowledge Andrew, maybe half-bobbing his head but no more, but he beamed down at Aimee. "How's my little Aimee-kins?" he asked. Mister Toby had done a badge with her last year and retained an endearing fondness ever since, although he hadn't been with her since. His eyes roamed her hungrily. "You look...very pretty all dressed up like a pretty Princess," he said.[22:43 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew felt a little put out that he hadn't asked him if he could be with 'his' girl, after all, he was her sponsor for the evening! He looked down at his pretty princess Aimeekins with a mix of jealousy and arousal.[22:46 PM]: Aimee smiled at him, but kept hold of Andrew's hand. "Hello Mister Toby! Thank you so much...look, I got my tiara, and my pretty dress! Although it got a bit stickied up...didn't it Mister Andrew?" Seemingly oblivious to how awkward this would be for the two men, she giggled between them. Toby eyed Andrew uncertainly, then looked back at Aimee. "Well, Aimee, you know I remember how much fun we had getting you your 'Bowl of Porridge' badge, and I thought, that, maybe, erm, well, I've been saving up for you special, sweetie, once I found out you'd be at the Ball...Could I...could I have a turn? If you're not doing anything right now with...uh..."[22:48 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew blushed awkwardly at the thought, but his penis rose as he imagined it. His sweet little Aimee, kneeling while this stranger dumped a big, sticky wad of porridgey semen across her face and hair, and mixed it with his own. His face was crimson as he imagined the nasty scene, looking meekly at the other man, squeezing Aimee's hand nervously. [22:50 PM]: Aimee looked up at Andrew, feeling his nervousness. "Would it be ok with you, Mister Andrew, if me and Mister Toby do some sucky-time? If you want to stay, I don't mind..." Toby confirmed that he didn't particularly care whether Andrew stayed or left, nodding eagerly, blown away already by the image of Aimee getting down on her knees in her sparkly princess outfit. "Oh yeah, Aimee-babe, that's so sexy..." he grunted, starting to fidget with himself.[22:51 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "I... want to see it happen, Aimeekins," he blushed, meekly. "I want to make sure he takes good care of you." His excuse was weak and he knew it. [22:52 PM]: "Don't worry, Mister Toby is always nice with me," she smiled, but she didn't take him up on his excuse, either believing him, or not caring. She reached out her other hand, and took Toby's, and together the three of them walked into a more secluded corner...[22:52 PM]: (Is this scene ok?)[22:53 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (It is! I love little Aimee with the two much taller men walking hand-in-hand!)[22:55 PM]: "Nnngh, Aimee-pie, are you going to get down on your knees then, honey?" said Toby lecherously as he started to undress himself, unzipping his trousers and tugging inside his boxers. He didn't really acknowledge Andrew, still, but he didn't seem bothered by his presence. Aimee remained the model of politeness. Smiling sweetly first at Andrew, she said: "I'm going to play sucky-sucky with Mister Toby now! But you can stay and watch, and if you want to hold my hand or stroke my hair, that's ok too..." Then she turned to face Toby. "Ok! Just remember the rules, Mister, you have to stroke my hair and call me cute names, and no touching without asking, ok?" As Toby grunted his approval, she began lowering to her knees.[22:57 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew stood to one side, looking down at his sweet, tiny, vulnerable little Aimeekins, his little poppet on her knees, for this man who was taking out his penis for her to suck. Her politeness was driving him wild too, and he took her hand in his, squeezing softly, and reached down with his other hand to stroke and touch her pretty hair, watching her, and him. [22:57 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (Am I doing OK?) [22:57 PM]: (Yes! You're doing amazing...I love this so much...*anything* I can do I will, I swear, I owe you so much for doing this for me!!)[22:59 PM]: Toby unzipped himself and shoved his trousers and pants down his wiry legs. Moving into position, he put his hand the other side of her head to Andrew's softly stroking her brow and cheek. "That's it Aimee-sweetie, open wide, you pretty little princess..." His words were a bit creepy, but his actions were gentle and soft as he guided his hardness into her glitter-glossed mouth. The feel of that familiar tongue piercing made him shudder violently. "Ohhh...Aimeepoppet, that's it, that'sssss it..."[23:00 PM]: Kneeling down, Aimee starting bobbing away happily, slurping up Mister Toby's aching, needy cock, while she squeezed Andrew's hand back. She liked the way they both gently stroked her hair, and her eyes flitted from one man's face to another, totally content and comfortable.[23:01 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Blushing bright pink, Andrew worked up the courage to ask Toby a question. "Umm," he blushed. "Are... are you really backed-up, Toby, I mean...?" He trailed off, meek and embarrassed at the way he had asked, but incredibly turned on at the thought, too. He squeezed Aimee's hand, also for comfort. [23:03 PM]: Toby didn't engage Andrew in eye contact, just looking down at Aimee's tiny, skinny frame working away, but he did answer. "Oh yeah...I've been saving special...I only came to the party because I wanted to see Miss Aimee-pops again, isn't that right sweetie? I wanted to save her up a really big....ngghh...a really big bowl of porridge for her." Aimee didn't react to this, sucking impassively on him gummily, sloppily, and eagerly, and squeezing her hand against Andrew again.[23:05 PM]Suck Me Off is now Looking.[23:06 PM]: After another minute of sucky-filled silence, Toby spoke back, in an excited gasp: "Is that...ngghhh...is that all yours, all over her tiara and hair and dress and face? if that's all you...ooooh, that's it Aimee-poppet, use your tongue like that...if that's all yours, you must have been really backed-up too!"[23:07 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew blushed, but secretly felt a little proud, a little powerful. "You have to save up a month before you can take part in the ceremony, Toby." He started to press his hand against himself, through his robe in arousal. "That wasn't the first load... the first one was really yellowed and chunky, like lumps, it was kind of icky. Aimee was a bit disgusted by it!" He laughed, with his male 'friend,' at the girl's discomfort over his backed-up mess. [23:10 PM]: Aimee continued slurping raspily away. Toby's hand stroked her hair, cupping her cheek and encouraging her to go a little faster and deeper. "Mine comes out like, well, like lumpy porridge when I'm all backed up like this," he admitted, sharing Andrew's uncomfortable excitement. "But never yellow! Just white...guess it'll make for a bit of a mix on Miss Aimee, won't it sweetypops, heh..." Aimee responded with a happy muffled giggle, and her hand slid out from Andrew's hand and stroked his bulge for a moment, not an ugly grope, but just a sweet little cheek to make sure he was enjoying this too.[23:11 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew started to tug at the ties on his robe, blushing again. "Umm, I don't know if you want to, or if this is weird, but... do you want to try and... double-up on her, Toby? I don't think she's ever been double-glazed before." [23:13 PM]: Toby's breathing was ragged. "Why don't we ask Miss Aimee-pie? Would you like that, poppet? Would you like to try both of us Misters, sweetpea? Do you think that'll be fun, now that you're a big grown-up princess?" Her muffled noise was unintelligible, but the happy bob of her head and wiggle of her skinny hips was unmistakable assent.[23:14 PM]Ashleys Brothel: His robe fell open and he gasped, taking himself in his hand, shifting around to stand next to Toby, stroking himself, aimed at her pretty, dolled-up, dripping young face. "You don't have to sucky me, sweetie-poppet," he said, softly. "You just concentrate on Mister Toby, he's waited to get this sucky-time from you. But when he's ready to... to go off, sweetie, I will too, we'll do it at the same time, OK? Is that OK, babygirl?" [23:16 PM]: Aimee nodded her head as best she could. "Mmhmm!" She was sucking noisily and wetly - perhaps just enough to make Andrew feel the faintest tingle of jealousy - but the way her eyes were looking up at him adoringly and her hand squeezed his free hand, Toby too found himself a little envious, adding to the strained, but fired-up, atmosphere. The little sweetheart bobbed away, skinny and vulnerable, as the two cocks dangled over her face.[23:18 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew was already oozing out pre-cum, slowing down and quickening his pace on his hand around his penis, blushing a little. He looked over at Toby, to see how close he was to bursting out all over the sweet, pretty, adorable, vulnerable, tiny babygirl. [23:20 PM]: Toby was panting hard, mouth open, unable to last long after such a big wait for this moment. "Nnngh, that's it Aimeekins...oh you're so good at this...you deserve to be a Princess...oh I wish I'd been there to see you get your sparkly tiara..." His hand was no longer petting her hair, now hovering a few inches from her small, firm bosom. "Can I...oh please Aimeekittens...can I just touch..." When she burbled happily enough, he put his hand onto her breast and gave it a small, soft squeeze. "Ohhh..."[23:21 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew did the same, reaching out, letting go of her hand gently and pressing his hand softly against her other breast, stroking it softly, before stroking down her damp stomach as he touched himself so close to her pretty face and hair. [23:23 PM]: Aimee was getting excited, giggling with her mouthful, and as Toby got closer and closer he began to grunt. Withdrawing his hand, he gripped the base of his shaft. "Ok Aimee-sweetie...time for the double glazing men to call...heh." He laughed at his own joke, but was more concerned with getting ready to serve up the big bowl of porridge he'd been working on for weeks.[23:25 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew couldn't help but roll his eyes. He had refrained from such rubbish jokes during his time with the League, and thought they were a bit of a mood killer. But one look at sweet, cute, happy little Aimee down below them on her knees made him forget about it. She was pretty, and cute, and so, so sweet as he stroked up and down his cock. None of them saw Kacee, standing and watching from a blind spot behind![23:25 PM]: (sorry, I was trying to catch the creepy old man vibe...no more jokes :) )[23:27 PM]: As Toby began to pull his cock out of her mouth, he muttered, "Come on Aimee-kins, come on, get ready for your big fucking cumshot...um, I mean, ahem, sorry, for your nice bowl of porridge, isn't that right sweetie?" Aimee's mouth was glistening with sticky saliva, and her eyes were shining brightly as she looked back and forth from Andrew to Toby and back, wondering which of them would be the first to bloopy up...[23:28 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Andrew was getting ready to go off, grunting and gasping, holding it back to do it in time with Toby, dribbling pre-cum nastily down the front of her pretty princess dress. "Mmngh, babygirl," he groaned. "Tell us both how young and tiny you are, sweetie-poppet..." [23:30 PM]: Aimee squeezed her knees together and smiled prettily. "I'm 15, Mister, and I'm 4'9", but I only weigh 6 stone...I like dancing and doing exercise and eating right to stay all skinny and slim. It's so funny you two met, you both like how small I am, how small my little bum is - ewww!"[23:32 PM]: Suddenly, Toby could help it no more, and with a strained gasp like a tap full of air being opened, he started splattering on her face, his big ropey shots as white and thick and fetid as bad mayonnaise. As the lumps began to spatter on her cheeks, he sighed in immense relief, while Aimee softly squealed, though not as though she were in danger - more in surprise at the sudden feeling.[23:33 PM]Ashleys Brothel: With Toby on her left cheek, Andrew suddenly groaned, and started to empty himself onto her right. His cum was thick and white, but not so disgustingly chunky and backed-up any more, having been able to relieve himself a few times so far that evening. He groaned and gasped, aiming it into her hair, and at her forehead, letting it slide down her prettily made-up face. [23:35 PM]: "Ewwie, I don't want it in my hair! Oh no, it's all messy now!" she whined. But curiosity overcame her: "I have my eyes closed, Misters, is it...two different colours? White and yellow, all mixing? Hehe..." Toby couldn't answer, he was going red in the face, breathing harsh and frantically jerking himself, emptying gushing loads of the horrifically chunky, yet bone white, cum to slather all over her like rotten salad dressing.[23:37 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Nuh-huh, Aimeekins," gasped Andrew. "We're both white, but he's much thicker because he hasn't done this for a while and I've already done it twice. His is all lumpy!" He laughed softly and nervously at the amusing sight of the girl's poor face disappearing under two big, sticky loads of hot, steaming, white man-mess. [23:37 PM]Ashleys Brothel: (I love when she says eww and icky and gross...)[23:39 PM]: "I know, it's so ucky-yucky, I can feel it all lumpy on my skin. Ptew!" she spat out a chunk on her lip. Still, she stayed kneeling down, and between complaints, she also let out little giggles, asking them to tell her what she looked like, and comparing the textures: "Yours is more smooth, Mister Andrew, but it also feels thicker...Mister Toby's is weak, but with big chunks in it!"[23:40 PM]: Toby didn't seem to mind all this commentary, running out of steam and sprinkling the last few glutenous drips onto the front of her dress. "Uhhh...pretty...pretty Princes...that's my good Aimee-girl...uuuuughhh..."[23:40 PM]Ashleys Brothel: "Ohh, Aimee, sweetheart," smiled Andrew, also finished. "You look like a little frosted dessert - my little strawberry shortcake, babygirl!" [23:41 PM]: She really liked that, giggling wildly as she blinked open her eyes to check both gunge-cannons were spent and she wouldn't be getting any last surprise. "Ooh, and my dress is pink, it's perfect! A little strawberry shortcake! It's so cute, I love it!"[23:42 PM]Ashleys Brothel: Kacee walked up to them, with a big, bright smile on her face. "Hey guys, it looks like you three had some fun! Aimee, would you like to carry on like that, or do you want to have a clean up and then come back out, sweetie?" She was always looking out for the girls' welfare.

F-Chat Log: Bad Luck Brittany, Sat Mar 09 2013 23:43:01 GMT+0000 (GMT)