The First Impression

This story provided by A.K. via e-mail. A.K. explained briefly that she had just started reading my other blogs before they up and disappeared. She stated she was glad that I started over and especially glad that I started this particular section because she also likes hearing peoples stories on Monday morning. A.K. hails from sunny Orlando Florida and she has been working at Disney World for 3 years now and doesn’t think she will ever have a better job. She is a graduate of FSU (Florida State University) with a degree in Integrated Marketing & Management Communication. She didn’t say where she worked specifically but did mention she does get to be in costume most of the day and gets to meet many people. She says she loves to have her picture taken with unsuspecting guys as sometimes she gives them a firm grip on their ass just to see their expression as nobody actually knows who is actually in the suit. Which is where her story begins. As a note, besides this initial commentary everything will be as stated as is was in the e-mail. I will take this opportunity to say that A.K. is not shy and does not sugar coat what she has said. So, let’s go……….
“After living in Florida and working at Disney World for about a year I decided I was ready to have some fun and have a relationship. I think that my pussy cat needs me to get a real man since he gives me these strange looks when I start cussing like a sailor because the batteries died in my pink rabbit and have to stop, run thru the house naked, and try to find batteries. Freakishly this happens more often than not. You would think that I would just keep the batteries close. Then I think, close to where, where is a close place, since I live alone I can fuck myself wherever, whenever I want to and nobody knows the difference. If my neighbors new that I spent 90% of my time in the apartment naked I might have more knocks on the door for sugar and milk. One time I thought this guy must be gay because I peeped thru the peephole and saw it was my hot neighbor so I answered the door naked. He didn’t even notice, he was more concerned about borrowing some cooking spray. I returned to the door, still naked and smiling, handed him the spray, and asked him what he was cooking. He said eggs and hashbrowns, I was waiting for an invite, but all I got was him telling me that he liked my pierced nipples. What the fuck? How about licking my nipples? How about grabbing the hoops and dragging me around the house until you bend me over the couch and drill me like tomorrow is never to come. But no, just a nice nipple piercing. Maybe I need a sign on my door that reads: “Pierced Clit, Pierced Nipples, Anal Is Okay, I Swallow, Just Open The Fucking Door And Tell Me To Put My Ankles Behind My Head”. Maybe that wouldn’t be blunt enough. Maybe being a natural blonde throws men off. I have needs. Now I need to get dressed and go to the store for more batteries because my rabbit demands to be fed!
One day during the heat of August I decided that inside the costume was way to fucking hot to be wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I had to be naked because of the heat. People don’t understand that it is hot in the suit. Sometimes I sweat so bad it feels like warm pee going down my legs. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting all sweaty, I would just prefer it happening while some cute guy was pounding my holes like he was going for the gold. Anyway, after about an hour of mindless wandering around the park, well, not mindless, we have an actual route and time frame to meet, I decided today was going to be the day that some lucky sonofabitch was going to get fucked so hard that he be left wondering who fucked who. I was on a mission. I need to find the right guy in the right mind. I hunted and I hunted. Then, bingo, I found him and it was game on. I walked up to him mocking his every move. This went on for a few minutes until finally he stopped and asked me what in the hell I thought I was up to. We generally are forbidden to talk, but on that day I broke all the rules. I told him I was trying to get his attention because I wanted him to know that seeing him made me all wet and wanted to know what he was going to do about it. His expression was absolutely priceless! He told me lets walk and talk about this for a moment. We chatted it up for a bit and he explained to me that he was here with his brother’s family for his niece’s 13th birthday. Oddly enough they were to have a birthday lunch in the Crystal Palace Restaurant with all the characters from the Hundred Acre Woods. I was smiling but he could not see me. He said he would really like to take me up on my offer of checking out my wetness, nut really needed to get to lunch. I asked him for a piece of paper and a pen so I could give him my cell phone number. After giving it to him I told him to take a picture with his phone so he wouldn’t forget about my pouncing. He laughed and took the picture. He also gave me a deep finger grope as I was bent over. Holy shit don’t stop there! Please don’t stop there, go deeper, go faster, and just keep going. Then, it was over, just like that, and he walked away. He left me there ready to take it with only a teasing poke. I would bet money, since he knows his fingers were in my pussy, that as he walked away he smelled his fingers.
So now I wait. I wait for his call. I don’t want to wait, I want, I need him to finish what was started right now. Another hour passed and still nothing from my unknown hero. Well, crap. I went back to the cast changing room and got out of my suit. I got to looking inside and realized I need to drop this by the cleaners on my way out of the park. I’m obviously very disappointed in how the day played out. I wonder if he went around the park and tried to get frisky with the other Tiggers. That would have been funny to watch. Why the fuck didn’t he call? On my way home I stopped off at the grocery store for some dinner and of course some heavy duty batteries, Mr. Rabbit is going to have to work over time tonight! I got home, got undressed, took a long hot shower, shaved, put on something comfortable, warmed up my dinner in the microwave, poured me a glass of wine, and finally sat down to eat, alone. Maybe I need a new approach. Maybe I should just give up on ever meeting Mr. Right. Shit, for that matter how about Mr. Wrong. After watching the television for a while it was time to go to bed and get some rest, I am very exhausted. Afterall a good man is hard to find and a hard man is never going to call. What was I thinking while at the park today? I could have been fired for fucking a guest to the park. What a way to go tho! We’re sorry Ms. A.K., due to inappropriate behavior with a guest we will be terminating you, signed: Mickey Fuckin Mouse. As I layed in bed staring at the ceiling fan wizzing by I fell fast asleep. When I woke the next morning I felt like I was ready to take on the world one more day. I think that might have been the best night sleep I have had in a year.
I spent the day waiting for Mr. Wonderful with very high hopes but he was a no show. It crushed me for the entire day and at the end of it I just went straight home and layed out on the couch. Then, magically, my phone began to vibrate in my pocked. As bad as I wanted to see who was calling I was enjoying the tickle. Fine, I pulled it out of my pocked and answered it. It was him. It was really him. We talked a bit and he wanted to know if my offer was still open. I reached down between my legs, wet as hell, so yeah asshole the offer is still open. I gave him my address and told him there was no need to bring food or wine or booze or porn or anything, just get his happy ass over here. About 30 minutes later he decided to show up. I answered the door naked and dripping. It all started there. I jumped up on him like I was going to ride that bull for 8 seconds, hell I wanted to ride it for 8 hours and hope this stiff dick survives for round two. It was absolute crazy madness. I can’t ever recall being fucked so hard and so good ever in my life. I honestly thought he was going to kill me pounding me so hard since I kept not being able to catch my damn breath. After a good 25 minutes of earth shattering sex he threw me on my back, grabbed my ankles and held them by my ears, then shot the biggest load of cum up the length of my body and all over my face. It was fucking beautiful! Holy shit! More please oh please let him have one more time in him. Then, out of the blue, there is a tap on the door which was wide open, it was the guy who borrowed the spray. He had a bizarre shocked look on his face. As a joke I asked if he was next. He shook his head no so I told him to just go to the kitchen and put it on the counter. He did and then pulled the door shut on his way out.
Me and Mr. Wonderful fucked like rabbits for the next two days straight. Finally he just gave out. He gave all the wood he had. He was tired, raw, and bewildered as to how he lost two whole days. We said our goodbyes as he was heading to the airport today to go back to somewhere in California. When I went in to work that day I thought about him a little, okay, allot. I was walking a bit funny because I had been rode so hard for so long. Then, out of the corner of my eye I see this beautiful piece of meat that needs to get pounced by Tigger. Well hello there, care to be my next victim.”
The pictures and the story in this post were provided by A.K. I can’t thank her enough for sharing this twisted ass tale. Goes to show you that no matter who you are there is something horny inside of you that wants to get out of control.