Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2006 07:18:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sasha steele <sashadanka@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Muscle Beach Fuckings (scat)

    The yacht was anchored in the bay for four days.

    The First Day

    The yacht had anchored in the night but the sun was already high when
its owner Mandonna Manchaster awoke from an erotic dream...
    Three time Gay Olympass winner Tranan Talon was vying for the title
a  fourth time. Tranan, who was notorious for blowing out in the off
season, had gained a tremendous amount of weight. Too much this time
(word on the street had it), for him to train down in time for the title.
    Tranan stripped down to his panties and bra to be weighed and
measured. He was a full 150 pounds over his best competing weight of 250.
Mandonna listen to the audacious gay body builder brag - he was going to
take the 'GO' for the fourth time in a row, no problem.
    Mandonna tossed and turned in his sleep. He rolled over onto his
belly. The enormous fully erect cock in his silk nightie panties pressed
into the soft mattress. He moaned...
     Tranan did trained down to win his fourth Gay Olympass. Mandonna
watched the contest and the interview for DragNet after wards - Tranan
Talon with his beautiful massively muscled body shoved into a little pink
tutu-like dress flaunted his stuff for the cameras.
    Mandonna awoke with his hardon pressed into the bed. He had cum in
his nightie panties. He rolled over and yawned. He had to have Tranan
Talon. And what ever Mandonna Manchaster - a spoiled, over indulgent,
filthy rich heiress - wanted, he got.
    The yacht's staff had been set in motion at the first sign of it's
manstress stirring. Mandonna yawned again and stretched as the bed was
raised to a sitting position. Fresh coffee and sweet cream croissants
were offered to his lips. Mandonna ate ravenously. He had to pee. Too
lazy to get out of bed just yet Mandonna spread his heavy legs and let
his morning pee flow into the bed through the pale blue silk nightie
panties he had on.
    Mandonna's secretary of affairs entered his boudoir as Mandonna
accepted a sip of heavily sweetened coffee. Mandonna felt an urge to move
his bowels.
    "Good morning Mandam," Bella his secretary said.
    Mandonna tried his bowels. "Hmmmff." Another bite was offered to his
open mouth. He took it and chewed.
    "Well," Mandonna said to his secretary as he munched on the
prebreakfast sweet, "did you find him for me?"
    "Yes Mandam."
     Mandonna bore down, "Hmmmff. Where is - hmmmff - he?" Mandonna's
face blushed with the effort to evacuate his bowels.
    "He is at the Muscle Beach gymnasium Mandam. And apparently will be
leaving for New York City in the next day or two."
     Mandonna felt the hardened remains of yesterday's late-night supper
move toward the seat of his silk nightie panties. He took another bite of
croissant and pressed on. "Hmmmff. Then you had better, hmmmff, g-get him
here, hmmmff." Mandonna was panting for breath.
    "Yes Mandam."
    "For, hmmmff, supper at s-seven, hmmmff."
      A courier arrived at the beach gym. Tranan Talon read the message.
He had not really worked out since his 'GO' win and had already gained
back more than 20 pounds. He wouldn't train today either, but none the
less had worn gym clothes - shiny white spandex tights - thong panties, a
tiny flaring skirt cover, black chunky heeled training boots, and a black
muscle bra under a black tee shirt. His long black hair was pulled back
and set in a single braid.
    "You know anything about the Phallus and a this Manchaster hechick?"
Tranan asked his personal trainer.
    "The Phallus is the biggest yacht at anchor in the bay, and all I
know about Mandonna Manchaster, her owner, is that he is extremely rich,
extremely beautiful and extremely fat. You're in for a real treat
tonight," he answered.
    Formal - the invitation to supper read. So Tranan wore a summer dress
(a red floral pattern), stalkings and heels. His smooth skinned massively
muscled shoulders and arms were bare. The little mini dress showed a lot
of leg. And those shapely legs in their beige stalkings and brown five
inch heel sandals, though massive, were in truth not all that powerful
for their appearance, but were breathtaking to look at. Tranan's straight
black hair hung down onto his broad back. His makeup was dark, lipstick
and nail polish red.
    Having finished his morning poop and prebreakfast repast Mandonna was
bathed and dressed. His seductive corpulent body hidden beneath white
satin lounging robes, the outer gown tight only to his massive arms and
shoulders, floated about him. Wearing nothing else but glass slippers
with very high heels Mandonna was brought out on deck and fed breakfast.
Although at that time of day it would more appropriately be called
brunch. His long flowing blond hair was a wild main of loose curls. He
was extremely hungry and so over indulged himself.
    Tired from the voyage Mandonna lounged the afternoon before
undergoing the long process of preparing himself for the evening. But in
the end it was well worth the effort. When Mandonna was brought into the
parlor and stood to meet Tranan Talon he looked absolutely stunning in an
elegant beaded and embroidered white mini dress. The fitted designer
dress was sleeveless with a round neckline. And although Mandonna was by
far the largest ladyman that Tranan had ever met, the sight of him in
that short dress took his breath away.
     Tranan just stood there a moment staring transfixed at the
voluptuous beauty that had just entered the room. His eyes didn't know
where to stop, what part to dwell on - Mandonna's gorgeous fat face, the
shear magnificence of his staggering massiveness - Mandonna's arms and
shoulders alone dwarfed the size of his own. In the end it was Mandonna's
magnificent legs that caught Tranan's eye.
    From every angle Mandonna's elephantine thighs swelled up and outward
in a gentle arch from his thick smooth knees, reaching their greatest
mass under the shelf of his belly and gigantic bubble butt and at his
wide flaring hips. His calves ballooned and his feet looked like fat
balls above the white five inch pumps he wore. Mandonna's heavy sexy legs
wear clad in shiny nude tone stalkings with pretty lace tops. But what
was most breathtaking was what laid against Mandonna's huge thighs.
    So short was Mandonna's dress that the hemline dropped from his
voluminous protruded stomach and fell to just below his crotch exposing
his panty clad cock, which was so large it extended half way to his thick
knees. The cock pouch of Mandonna's white satin panties followed the
shape of his massive cock as it rode outward from his fat crotch the down
a full eight inches along his thighs, most of it visible.
    Tranan dwelt on that for moment before returning to further regard
his hostess's beauty - Mandonna's round fat face sensually made up with
heavy eyeliner mascara, dark eye shadow and a silver gloss lipstick. He
wore a white pearl necklace below the collar of fat around his neck,
pearl ear rings, silver and white accessories. His long blond hair was
worn in a loose style.
     They dined at seven. It was an enormous repast. The conversation
lively but disjointed as each talked between mouthfuls of food and humms
of appreciation, and then only about themselves. A dozen manmaids buzzed
about Mandonna, serving him, anticipating his every want. All of them
were dressed exactly the same in short black satin dresses and black
heels. Their panties were black as well as Tranan had caught glimpses
while the maids went about their duties. Their muscularity too was
striking. Though not as bulky as his own they were all very capable.
    Tranan thought his own appetite was voracious until he watched in awe
as Mandonna stuffed himself, inspiring Tranan to do likewise. They ate
long and hardy until they could eat no more, then retired to the parlor
for cocktails.
    Nothing about his audacious hostess shocked Tranan anymore. Leaving
the table Tranan saw that Mandonna had a massive erection. Mandonna's
pantied erection projected straight out from beneath the front hemline of
his short dress and it swayed back and forth with the side to side lurch
of his hulking body as he waddled into the parlor. In the parlor Mandonna
turned to Tranan pressed his belly and cock into him and, his hands
firmly clasped on Tranan's shoulders, kissed him deeply.
    "Take off your dress," Mandonna breathed after breaking off the kiss.
"Show me that beautiful body of yours."
    Mandonna's hardon tented his shiny white panties straight out from
below the hemline of his short dress, their stretchy material pulled
taunt to its thick shaft. Mandonna's huge 15 inch cock stuck out a bit
beyond the swell of his massive belly and was still pressed into Tranan's
own hardon, which tented the front of his dress pressed against Mandonna.
    Tranan stepped back to strip off his dress for Mandonna. He turned
posing his muscles which had smooth out with his weight gain. His
lingerie was white satin - stylish French cut panties and matching
brassier. His beige stay-up stalkings were pulled right up to his crotch.
     "Panties," Mandonna said.
     Tranan slipped out of his panties. Tranan's 6 inch cock was
extremely thick, maybe 3 inches across at its base tapering to a small
almost delicate pink head. It stood straight up in erection against
Tranan's soft stomach.
    "Come," Mandonna said taking Tranan by the hand and leading him into
the boudoir.
    Mandonna withdrew his cock through the leg hole of his panties and
beckoned Tranan to him. He took hold of Tranan and kissed him again, then
pushed Tranan back onto the bed and climbed on with him. Mandonna took
hold of Tranan by the ankles, lifted his legs in the air, pushed them out
and back to open Tranan's ass for him. Mandonna brought himself up close
and leaned in.
    Tranan felt Mandonna's oppressive weight and had a moment of panic
when he first felt Mandonna's huge cock head at his hole. Then it was
inside him, tearing him apart, hot, hard, pulsating, pressing deep inside
of him to the point of pain then releasing, rhythmically sliding in and
out of his asshole as Mandonna fucked him.
    The weight of his hostess's massive stomach crushed into his chest.
Tranan reached under Mandonna's belly taking hold of his own cock. The
undulating movement of Mandonna's big gut aided as Tranan masturbated
while he was being fucked up the ass.
    "Ahhhh," Mandonna called out as he was about to cum.
    Tranan's hand worked furiously as Mandonna's undulating movements
quickened. Mandonna was breathing hard, gasping for air.
    "Ahhhh," he cried out again. This time stopping his movement.
    "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
    At the same time that Mandonna came Tranan's own cock exploded and
his hot cum squirted against the underside of Mandonna's soft stomach
clothed in the belly panel of his panties. Mandonna's cum filled Tranan's
asshole and leaked out onto the bed.
    Exhausted Mandonna collapsed onto Tranan crushing him with all his
weight. Regaining his breath Mandonna rolled onto the bed and stifled a
yawn. He summoned his manmaids to attend him and Tranan was dismisses.

    The Second Day

    Mandonna sat digesting the rather large lunch he had just eaten at a
pleasant outdoor cafe on the beach while he watched a chubby little cutie
in a black bikini apply suntan oil to his guyrlfriend's fat backside.
Mmmmmm, Mandonna thought as he admired the black haired gurly-boy's
smooth tanned body. He lifted his sunglasses for a better view as the
head waiter approached.
    "Will that be all Mandam?" the head waiter asked.
    "More coffee, and another piece of cake - a large piece."
    "Very good Mandam."
    Mandonna stifled a burp against the back of his pudgy hand and went
back to ogling the young gurly-boy in the black bikini. He had a growing
need to move his bowels but was not as yet prepared to go back to the
yacht. Mandonna wanted to do some shopping first.
    The head waiter had noticed the behemoth beauty when Mandonna first
waddled into the restaurant and daintily plunked his enormous ass on a
chair at an outside table. He knew that this was the manstress of the
largest yacht in the bay and took to service him himself. Mandonna was
hardly inconspicuous. His colossal size alone was awe inspiring. His
arrogant vanity and unrestrained indulgences were unnerving. And the way
he was dressed...
    Today Mandonna was wearing a powder blue two piece designer suite.
Because it was warm he had left the jacket open and the first three
buttons of the tucked-in white silk blouse worn beneath were undone. His
elephantine legs were clad in beige stalkings. He was wearing five inch
blue pumps with matching accessories. His hair was done up in a loose
french braid, and his beautiful face made up to perfection.
    And yet in spite of all this, in spite off Mandonna's great size and
beauty, what held the head waiter's attention more than anything else was
the extremely large panty bulging cock protruding at a downward angle
from beneath Mandonna's shamelessly short mini skirt. And when Mandonna
sat spreading apart his gargantuan thighs the cock pouch of his white
silk panties was even more exposed though his pot belly covered his lap.
    Mandonna finished lunch, stifled another burp then got up to leave.
The head waiter had pointed him to the shops a few doors down. Mandonna
shopped forgetting his bowels for the moment. And then it was too late.
    "Find somewhere close where a ladyman can have a bit of privacy," he
said to Bella his secretary.
    A short time later Bella fetched his manstress. The stone walled
alleyway leading past the shops emptied along a gangway on the riverside.
It was very narrow. Hardly enough room for Mandonna let alone for a
person to try and squeeze by him. But that is exactly what this person
did.
    "Sorry," the gurly-boy from the beach said realizing the very tight
squeeze he was now in.
     "On the contrary, I think we're a perfect fit," Mandonna told him.
Mandonna lifted the gurly-boy's chin with his fingertips. "You're a real
cutie. You'll have to come on my boat for supper tonight."
     "I-I can't," the gurly-boy, Gayla his name, stammered. He was very
shy and nervous.
    ""At seven," Mandonna said ignoring him. "Its the Phallus."
     "I-I'm sorry. I just can't." Gayla had squeezed by. Mandonna thought
to pursue him but his bowels were calling.
    "What was that all about?" Gayla's guyrlfriend asked.
    Gayla watched Mandonna amble down the alleyway. Shrugged his
shoulders. "I don't know," he said.
     Mandonna went through to the river. With nobody about he placed his
hands on the railing and almost immediately started to pee. Mandonna
sighed with relief as a solid stream poured through the panty material at
the tip of his cock pouch and arced into the river below.
    He bore down to move his bowels. His anal ring had opened and a solid
turd had presented itself in the opening. Mandonna pushed holding his
breath making a grunting sound. The tip of his turd touched his panties
tenting them. Again Mandonna grunted pushing the rather large turd fully
into the seat of his panties. Mandonna caught his breath then bore down
again working on a second turd. A third completed his bowel movement and
Mandonna had a lumpy bulge low in the seat of his panties just beneath
the hemline of his short skirt.
     "Is it very noticeable?" He asked Bella.
     Bella leaned over to look. "If you bend over, or I lean down to look
it is Mandam," Bella answered.
     "Well, we'll just have to refrain from bending or leaning, won't
we?"
     "Yes Mandam."
    Mandonna's limousine had just pulled out heading back to the dock
when Mandonna saw Gayla and his guyrlfriend going into a restaurant
across the road from the beach. Twice was a coincidence, Mandonna
thought, three times it's fucking fate. "Go around the block," he told
the limo driver. The limo pulled up in front of the restaurant. Mandonna
got out, waddled in and up to the table were they sat.
     "Here comes your fat guyrlfriend again," Gayla's friend sniped.
     Mandonna came right up to their table. The guyrlfriend protested,
started to get up but was stopped by one of Mandonna's manmaids. Mandonna
gave him a dismissive glance then turned to Gayla.
    "I won't take no for an answer," he said. "My launch will pick you up
at the dock for seven." Gayla tried to protest but Mandonna stopped him
by placing a fat finger to Gayla's lips. "I always get what I
want," Mandonna said. Then he turned and lumbered out.
    Gayla's guyrlfriend leaned down to look as Mandonna waddled away.
"God. I think he's shit in his panties," he laughed.
    When Gayla hadn't shown for seven and was nowhere to be found
Mandonna had taken a temper tantrum. His composer regained he changed
from the elegant dress he had put on for the date into something more
comfortable and sat down to dine by himself. Having been upset Mandonna
stuffed himself even more than was usual for him and as a result had to
be helped to the lounge to recover.
    Mandonna was naked beneath the loose fitted long flowing evening gown
he wore. The silver satin gown had a V neckline and spaghetti straps. The
matching dressing gown worn over was open, it too was loose and
cascading, except were it fit somewhat snug to Mandonna's massive arms
and shoulders. The exquisite dressing gown had a silver on silver floral
design with brush satin lapels and cuffs. His hair hung in a wild coif
and he wore jeweled high heel slippers on his fat feet.
     When he had sufficiently digested Mandonna wandered out on deck to
look at the lights of the city. His sulking had abated and he thought of
Gayla - of on the morrow how he would have him. Thinking of the pretty
gurly-boy Mandonna felt a stirring in his loins as his swelling penis
began to elongate. It stiffened, first at its head then back along the
shaft to the root and rose as it did so. At nearly full erection the
shaft was straight and hard remaining slightly bent at its base so that
it pointing downward at an angle, but was still rising. Mandonna's gown
began to lift as his cock straighted to full erection.
    "Bella." Mandonna called. "Come here I need you."
    Mandonna turned away from the rail and Bella saw his manstress's
dressing gown, which flowed downward from his belly, was now tented out
below the swell of his fat stomach with a full blown erection. He smiled
knowing that he was to give his manstress a blow job. Mandonna walked
into the parlor with Bella following behind his massive manstress.
    Mandonna sat back in a large soft chair with his huge legs spread.
The long flowing skirt of his satin dressing gown tented above his belly.
Bella positioned on his knees in front of his manstress and lifted the
gown exposing Mandonna's monster cock in full erection.
    He took hold the thick shaft and began to gently stroke it causing
Mandonna to moan. "Mmmmmm. Suck my cock."
    Bella bent his manstress's huge boner to his lips. Licked the pee
slit then took its large head into his mouth.
     Mandonna's heavy arms rested on the soft chair arms. He laid his
head back and closed his eyes. "Mmmmmmmm," he hummed as Bella began to
suck his cock.
     Wanting to please his manstress Bella took Mandonna's huge cock as
far down his throat as he possibly could, sucking him off for several
minutes.
    "Mmmmmmmm. Make me cum," Mandonna said dreamily as he lay back with
his closed .
    Bella's head bobbed up and down as his hand worked Mandonna's thick
shaft. Occasionally Bella would stop to lick the cock head or to deep
throat it causing a stir from his manstress who otherwise looked as if he
were sleeping. But inevitably a point was reached where the scales
suddenly tipped and Mandonna came in his servant's mouth.

    The Third Day

    Mandonna had worn a black on black paisley print dress that day. It
was sleeveless with a round neck. In front the bustier of the dress fell
straight down from his breast onto his belly ( which stuck out further),
with no crease in the dress. His protruded stomach in front was balanced
with a great rounded backside, both of which the dress covered before
slightly riding back in at the hemline. The dress was not tight but did
sit on the shelf off Mandonna's wonderful ass and hips. And it was
exceeding short. So much so that it barely covered the pretty lace tops
of Mandonna's black stalkings and hardly any of the monstrous cock in the
cock pouch of his black panties.
      Mandonna walked in, took a look around Gayla's apartment and
thought, what a dump. He opened a drawer, and with a fat pudgy hand
(adorned with many rings and long painted fingernails), flicked his long
blond hair back over a massive shoulder. Taking up a pair of Gayla's pink
panties Mandonna brought them to his face breathing deeply.
     Just then Gayla's guyrlfriend came in startling Mandonna who took an
awkward half step backwards and loosing his balance on the five inch
stilettos he wore crashed onto the bed, which in turn collapsed under his
weight. Gayla's guyrlfriend just stood there stunned while Mandonna, now
laying on his broad back with his legs spread, the tops of his nylons and
panties cock pouch in full view, flung one heavy leg and arm over to
right himself.
    Mandonna's scream had brought his transervents in to help. They
restrained Gayla's guyrlfriend and helped their manstress, who had
managed to roll over onto his knees, to his feet.
     "Keep that fucking bitch away from me," Mandonna screamed. He
approached with caution. "I'll deal with you later. First I'm going to
fuck your little bitch boy." He turned to his servants and said, "get me
ready." One scantily clad servant unzipped the back of his manstress's
dress while several others scurried around to remove his panties and help
him into a black satin robe.
    "He's coming Mandam," a transervant reported.
    Gayla and his guyrlfriend had had a spat and Gayla received a message
that his guyrlfriend was waiting for him at his apartment. But when he
entered it was Mandonna waiting there for him.
     "You? how did..." Gayla's voice trailed off.
    Mandonna in all his corpulent splendor loomed before him, his great
size and beauty distracting. Mandonna was dressed all in black - black
stalkings and stilettos, and a short black satin robe. His long blond
hair was a mop of wild curls. His semi erect cock, visible below the hem
of his short robe, was fully elongated and had begun to rise.
    "I want to show you what you missed last night," Mandonna said as he
undid the sash that was loosely tied against his fat belly and opened the
robe.                 Gayla gasped. Mandonna's ponderous stomach loomed
before him. And below it the pretty lace tops of Mandonna's black
stalkings were drawn up tight into his crotch behind a large fleshy bald
scrotum. An elaborate black bead and lace cock ring adorned the
magnificent monster cock that had almost risen to a full erection.

    Taking hold the lapels Mandonna drew the delicate black satin robe
over his hulking shoulders letting it slide from his massive arms and
drop to the floor. He wore an elegant black floral lace wide-cut
brassier. Above which an ornate beaded necklace sat upon his heavy chest.
Mandonna wore an array of jewelry of every description. His makeup was
heavy, dark, exotic. His porcelain skin flawless. Mandonna flicked back
his long curls, pursed his succulent lips and took a lumbering step
toward Gayla.
    With his pudgy body, pretty baby face and straight shoulder length
black hair Gayla looked innocent. His well distributed 170 pound
gurly-boy figure added to that look. Gayla had on a tan color blouse and
black spandex tights that fit him like a glove and wore kinky spike heel
boots that went above his knees. He took a step back.
    "I-I..." Gayla stammered. Mandonna bellied him into the wall. Gayla
stood there with his mouth hanging open. An erection tented the crotch of
his spandex tights.
    "You'll have to open wider than that," Mandonna said pressing a fat
finger on Galya's chin to further open his mouth. "I told you. I always
get what I want. On your knees."
    Mandonna had a hold of his own hard cock bringing it to readiness. At
full erection Mandonna's big 15 inch long cock stood straight out at a
slight downward angle due to its mass. Its thick base was buried several
inches beneath the flesh of his fat bald pubis mound. Mandonna's big cock
was long enough to reach a few inches beyond his protruding gut. Bent
over slightly to reach around his own bulk Mandonna continued to stroke
his hard cock while his other heavy hand on Gayla's head guided him to
the floor.
     Gayla slowly sank to his knees. Without even realizing it he had
taken hold his own hardon masturbating it through his tights. He opened
his mouth and Mandonna inserted the head of his fantastic power tool.
Gayla's head was tilted back. The underside of Mandonna's fat stomach
pressed against his forehead.
Mandonna's undulated his powerful hips driving his cock deep into Gayla's
mouth, poking against the back of his throat. Gayla gaged. Only six
inches or so of Mandonna's cock was in his mouth, but obviously he was
used to only his guyrlfriend's meager member, which was no where near the
size of this monster.
    Mandonna took a wide stance balanced precariously on his six inch
stilettos. He placed both hands on Gayla's head and thrust his hips
harder, driving his cock forward and ramming it hard into Gayla's mouth.
Mandonna looked down to the whimpering object of his lust. The roll of
fat around his neck bulged. His long flowing blond hair hung past his
massive shoulders onto the pretty lace cup of his black brassier. Gayla's
head, out of sight beneath his massive gut, was trapped in Mandonna's
large swollen cabbage patch doll-like hands as he continued to fuck hard
Gayla's mouth.
      Eyes closed, Mandonna tilted his head back and opened his mouth.
Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. His enormous backside flexed
sensually as he worked. He could hardly catch his breath. He had to cum
soon. Nearing exhaustion Mandonna placed both hands against the wall to
rest. His hard cock was still in Gayla's mouth but he moved his wide hips
more slowly to regain his breath.
    Recovered Mandonna returned to his lust with a vengeance taking hold
of Gayla's head and fucking him furiously. "Ahhh," Mandonna mouthed. He
felt a tickle of heat at the tip of his cock on its underside. "Ahhh."
Mandonna was breathing like a steam engine. "Ahhh." He was going to cum.
"Ahhh." Mandonna stopped his undulations and backed off slightly taking
hold of his cock. With his other hand he grabbed Gayla by the hair and
held him there. Mandonna felt the heat in his balls rise. "Ahhh." It
raced along his long hard thick shaft and Mandonna came into Gayla's
mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"      Gayla coughed as his
mouth filled to the brim with Mandonna's hot cum. He sat on the floor
stunned. His jaw ached and his throat was sore. He wiped cum dripping
from his chin with the back of his hand. Gayla's mouth had just been
raped by someone three times his own size and weight and... Gayla had
liked it. He liked it so much in fact that he had cum in his pants.
    His lust abated Mandonna was suddenly overcome with exhausted.
Several scantily dressed manservants rushed in to attend their enormous
manstress, drying his sweat, fixing his hair and getting him back in his
dress.
     Gayla's guyrlfriend had been drugged to make him more sedate and lay
spread eagle on the floor in the next room held down by Mandonna's
servants - just in case.
    "I have a special treat for you," Mandonna said as he, aided by an
attendant at each hand, gingerly stepped over to straddle him.
     With his hands on his thick knees Mandonna squatted over the Guyrl.
Mandonna's massive bare ass hovered above him. Grunting loudly Mandonna
bore down hard. Pee had begun to flow from his still semi hard cock. His
anal ring crowned and a dark brown turd appeared in the opening. He bore
down again snaking the huge turd from his hole. It fell with a thud onto
the guyrl's chest. Mandonna bore down again releasing a second, then a
third large turd. Finished relieving himself Mandonna stood and laughed
while his attendants put his black panties back on him.

    The Forth Day

    Just after Mandonna had finished his brunch a police detective
called. Mandonna received him on deck. Mandonna was still in his elegant
lounge wear.
     "Of course he's lying," Mandonna told the detective. " I fucked his
guyrlfriend so he's jealous and trying to get back at me. That's all. My
lawyers are already working to shut him up."
    "Yes. We've received the restraining order. Everything seems to in
order. I'm sorry to had bothered you Mandam Manchaster.
    "No bother at all detective."
    That Detective Ramass was very good looking had not gone unnoticed by
Mandonna. That he seemed to be taken by Mandonna's charm had also not
escaped the pampered heGoddess's eye.
    "Dine with me tonight," Mandonna said as Detective Ramass was about
to leave.
    "Thank you Mandam. I would be delighted to."
    "Seven. My launch will fetch you."
    "Thanks again Mandam. I'll see you at seven then."
    " Please call me Mandonna," Mandonna said as he shook the detective's
hand and not letting go right away.
    Ramass didn't seem to mind. "Seven then, Mandonna," the detective
said then left.
    Mandonna stood in front of the surround mirror admiring himself. He
was in his lingerie - luxurious satin rosewood brassier and panties, nude
tone stay-up stalkings with pretty lace elastic tops and five inch heel
dress pumps.
    He turned for side view taking in his protruding gut the bottom
portion of it covered by his panties belly panel, his huge rounded
backside ballooning the seat of his panties and the large downward
pointing prominence bulging in his panty cock pouch. So much material
needed in those panties. No wonder they were so expensive. Mandonna
looked at his big beautiful man-tits in their elegant perfectly fit
brazier, his gigantic satiny smooth legs, his beautiful face and long
cascading blond hair. God, he was so fucking gorgeous that Mandonna was
starting to get hard just looking at himself.
    Servants helped him into his dress - an elegant Peu De Tran
embroidered and beaded evening gown - rosewood matching his lingerie.
Dressed and ready for dinner Mandonna turned one last time in front of
his mirror. He smiled. Detective Ramass didn't stand a chance.
     "You look stunning," Ramass said as he greeted his big beautiful
hostess.
    "Why thank you," Mandonna said modestly.
    At dinner Mandonna once again showed his talent as a trencherman and
Detective Ramass marveled at his hostess's gluttony.
    "So," Mandonna said, "this poop that I allegedly did on that bitch,
do you have it for evidence?"
    "No," he said, "I examined it, took a photograph."
    "And his guyrlfriend, Gayla, what says he?" Mandonna asked.
    "He's keeping his mouth shut."
    Mandonna laughed. "Yes. I imagine it will be a few days before he'll
be able to open it."
    Detective Ramass laughed at that. Mandonna was turning him on.
    "So you won't required a comparison sample of my poop then," Mandonna
said. "That's too bad. I want to establish my innocence and, as it just
so happens, at the moment I am in desperate need to move my bowels."
    "There is no DNA evidence from it. But if you wish your bowel
movement can be compared for its relative size, texture, composition,
odor, that sort of thing. But then there's no guaranty that the sample
actually came from you, unless of course you were observed producing it."
     "Mmmmm. Then you'll just have to watch me shit," Mandonna cooed.
    They retired to the parlor with their drinks.
    "Fetch my toilet," Mandonna ordered.
     The ornate toilet was brought in. Gilded with gold and studded with
diamonds it was an elaborate portable device the likes of which Detective
Ramass had never seen before. Muscular hemaids in skimpy outfits attend
their manstress's toiletries. They lifted the flowing skirts of his dress
and before his panties where about to be removed Ramass noticed that
Mandonna had a semi erection bulging in them. And he couldn't help but
stare at Mandonna's massive cock once his panties were removed.
     Manmaids held out his skirts while Mandonna parked his fat ass on
the soft silk padded seat. A large vase was placed between his outspread
legs. A manmaid directed Mandonna's semi hard cock to the rim of his
urinal vase. Mandonna bore down and his pee poured into the vase.
    "Ahhhhhhh, Mandonna sighed at his release. "Ahhhhhhh."
    Finished pissing Mandonna got down to the business of moving his
bowels. He took a breath, held it and bore down. "Hmmmmff." His anus
opened and a large solid shiny brown turd appeared between his butt
cheeks. "Hmmmmff." Mandonna advanced his poop. "Hmmmmff." It grew over a
foot long curling onto the golden poop tray of his ornate toilet.
"Hmmmmff." the turd flopped out onto the tray. Mandonna tried his bowels
a few more times until he was finished. A manmaid offered the loaded
fecal tray to Ramass.
    "Well detective," Mandonna said. "Does this appear to be the same as
the poop you found?" He got up allowing his dress skirt to fall. And
below his belly the dress skirt tented out ward with Mandonna's erection.
     Ramass looked at the big shit that Mandonna had just taken. "I think
it is very large," he said, "and very beautiful as befitting the big
beautiful ladyman it came from."
     Mandonna drew close taking the detective by shoulders. "Ramass," he
said."Interesting name. Coincidental too, as that is exactly what I am
going to do to you." Mandonna pulled the detective into his bulk and
leaning in kissed Ramass deeply.
    Detective Ramass's tough no nonsense facade began to melt in
Mandonna's crushing embrace. His cock was hard as a rock. Mandonna placed
his hands inside Ramass's open jacket and felt the soft cups of the bra
he wore beneath a silk blouse. They kissed then retired to the bedroom.
    At the bed Mandonna pressed back on Ramass's one shoulder and tugged
the other to him turn him around. "I want your ass," Mandonna breathed.
    Ramass took down his pants and the black panties he had on under
them. He knelt on the end of the bed posing his ass to Mandonna. Mandonna
lifted his dress skirt and brought his hard cock to the detective's ass.
    "Hmmmmmmm, Ramass grimaced as Mandonna's monster cock slide into his
open hole. "Hmmmmmm.
     Mandonna pushed himself deep inside Ramass's rear end and bum fucked
him mercilessly for what seemed a long time. Ramass had hold of his own
cock jerking himself off. The hulking beauty in an elegant evening gown
pumping him from behind was more than he could stand and so Ramass came.
Shortly afterward Mandonna followed suite.
    Once again Mandonna was exhausted and dismissed his guest to retire.
    On the following morning the yacht was gone.

    The end