MILLICENT WAS WILLING TO DO ANYTHING FOR SEAN’S LOVE
After His 10th Time Seeing The Barbie Movie, She Needed That Kind Of Attention!
Let’s just get the Twist, out of the way . . .
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA “XTRA” DARK TRANSGRESSIVE STORY! — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
Zote: (Zatanna Note) Let’s just save some time here. We’re all adults, right? I’m Zatanna “Xtra” Dark, and you’re someone with “Xtra” time on your hands. You know I do a Twist in like 99% of my stories, and this one is just too damn obvious to trick you with. So, here’s a quick summary of our Tale of Two Lovers:
Oh! Wait! The Twist! She finally gets him to wanna fuck her hard and it turns out she doesn’t have a popper or a pooper. Double Home Alone hands to their faces and we fade to black.
Now a quick bit of the nitty-gritty:
Sean and Millicent. No! Not Ken and Barbie. That would also be too easy. I went with their middle names. Sean and Millicent were each other’s High School crushes. He loved her, and she loved him.
They got married and live in a forest green cape cod with an electrified chain-link fence and currently no hot water. The house is right on the corner of [OH MY GOD!] & [CALL THE POLICE!]. You see, Millicent hates pink with a passion and they’re both sick and fucking tired of their Amazon packages being stolen.
Since the electrified fence was installed, not a single package has been stolen . . . much less delivered. Sean messed up on that part of his plan.
Fast Forward to 2023 and the Billion Dollar Barbie phenomenon. Sean is spending all their extra money, in addition to all of his seed, watching it over and over. He comes home completely spent and spent. Walks past Millicent, who needs badly to be fucked by him, and goes right to sleep.
Cut to a massive warehouse with crates stacked twenty or more high, with aisles that go on until they hit the middle point of a one-point perspective painting. An Art-Class concept we all thought was so fucking cool until the next day we learned about two-point perspectives. Then we told old one-point, “Go fuck off!”
As she stood on top of the crate with the Arc of the Covenant in it, she crowbarred open the taller crate with Zoltar’s Fortune Telling Machine. She bitch slapped Zoltar so hard she chipped his paint. Then finally noticed the coin slot.
Well, bada-bing, bada-bang, and she is just like Barbie and ready to get fucked by Sean. Ok, I know you’re dying to know. It’s Kenneth Sean Carson and Barbara Millicent Roberts. There! Now concentrate on this story.
She waits for him in their foyer, which is also coat storage, has a cat box corner, and the last of the Amazon packages they did get, but never opened. In addition to neighbor Bob’s weed-whacker and Sandy’s back massager, which needs a good cleaning, before Millicent can return it.
Seeing her in a tight pink vinyl corset and a light pink mesh tutu with iridescent hearts on it, damn near caused him to Hulkify the front of his khakis. The icing on his cake was her large corkscrew sucker, perfectly designed to be screwed in somewhere.
Before Sean could talk, Millicent says, “I want you to fuck me. I need you, Sean, to fuck me . . . please!”
Sean proudly states, “I’ll fuck you!”
He flops out his cock, rips down her panties, and . . . Barbie crotch!
Zote: Went with flops over flips, because even though his erection had started, it was still more Leaning Tower than Eiffel Tower.
Double Home Alone hands to their faces and we fade to black . . .
. . . Un-fade from black. I wasn’t about to end there and leave you hanging.
They are in Sean’s workshop and Millicent is on her back with her knees up and legs spread wide.
Millicent says in a nervous voice, “Sean, I don’t think this is the best plan. It just feels like it has an electrified chain-link fence all over it?”
“Do you want me to fuck you or not? Cause we can’t do it if there’s no place for me to stick Mr. Bigstuff. I want to fuck you, big-time, but I believe in consent, so the final choice is yours.”
“Fine! Just don’t make it too big, Sean.”
He smirks before saying, “Too big for Mr. Bigstuff? No hole is too big for Mr. Bigstuff.”
He had to open up the window well and chase away a very curious woodchuck, to get the smell of Millicent’s burning plastic to clear out. There were still chunks of her crotch melted to the hole-saw, but the deed was done.
Climbing on top, his cock falls into her hole without touching the sides. Just like a hotdog being dropped into a small coffee can. Turns out, he should have named it Mr. Littlestuff.
“Sean, maybe this was a mistake. I’m not sure why you even have a workshop. I saw that birdhouse you made. It also had way too large of a hole . . . in the bottom. Those poor birds. Their nest fell through right after Birdie laid her eggs.”
“Listen! Wait! Did you want to try anal? Right? I have a smaller hole saw. Come on! Don’t tell me you all of a sudden don’t want anal?”
“Fine! Just don’t make it too big, Sean.”
“It’s a smaller hole-saw!”
“Wow! I’m not sure why, but that one smelt way worse than the other. Do you need a Kleenex for your tears?”
It takes longer this time to clear the smell, but finally, she’s bent over the workbench and Sean makes his approach in only a tool belt. For some odd ass reason, he’s making airplane noises just before landing.
In he goes with zero pushback or tensing up sphincter action we know and love.
“I’m ready Sean! Go ahead!”
He says nothing . . .
“FUCK! SEAN! Is that hole too big also? God dammit!”
“OK, Sean! I know this is for sure a bad idea!”
“No, it’ll be fine! I know for a fact this will work!”
“And how exactly do you know this will work?”
“Just hold still.”
“What happens when Skipper stops by and asks if I’ve seen her wiggly water toy?”
“Just tell her you haven’t seen it. Now, two more minutes and the glue should be dry.”
On the first attempt, Mr. Littlestuff finally found a hole his size but popped open Mr. Wiggly inside of Millicent’s ass. Most of the fish, tiny dolphins, and glitter washed out her front hole, while just enough of it went down inside her legs, causing her to slosh when she walked.
“FUCK! WHAT THE HELL SEAN?”
He reaches down, grabs the lone Clownfish, and holds it up to Millicent. She slaps it out of his hand so hard, Nemo will never be found again!
With her corset off, Millicent asks, “Do I even want to know why the fuck you had a pair of fake nipples in your nightstand?”
“That’s not important right now. Just lay down so I can get them even.”
“Can’t you just play with my tits like they are? They’re perfect! Firm and don’t need a bra. Just look at them, Sean!”
“I have been, and, they would be perfect if only they had nipples. Finding them in the darkness is just like a [YOU ARE HERE] sign. Once you know you’re here, getting anyplace else is that much easier.”
“Millicent was still worried, but so far, that was the most intelligent thing Sean has said. Plus, if it will at least get her some breast action, it’ll be worth it.
Wishing she was dead, Millicent was so upset she couldn’t even talk.
“I’m so sorry! I had no idea that glue wasn’t for plastic. Looks like the nipple is still holding though.”
“My once perfect tits are concave! And what the fuck do you mean by ‘the nipple’? Where in the hell is the other nipple?”
Sean sheepishly asks, “Didn’t you say something about being a witch for next Halloween?”
Quickly reaching up, she finds it permanently glued to her chin. Millicent can’t take it anymore and runs towards Sean. Due to lack of support, from the two large holes, her crotch pops open causing both her legs to fall out of their sockets!
She reaches and calls out to Sean, who steps back as her torso, arms, and head comes close enough to his vice, that her large hoop earring catches, ripping off her ear, along with the side of her face.
Half of her fingers break off when she hit the concrete floor. Which were quickly stolen by the woodchuck, before he snuck out the window well.
Silently, Sean looks at his watch. Millicent reaches out to him with the two fingers she still has left on her hand.
Begging him, “Sean! Please! Fuck Me!”
Checking his watch again, “The next showing of Barbie starts in twenty minutes. If I hurry, I can make it.”
“But you were saposta fuck me, Sean!”
“I’m sorry Millicent, but there’s not a chance in hell I could fuck you any more than I already did.”
And . . . fade to black . . .
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