The Wonderful Adventrues of Miss K: The Tower...
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*The Wonderful Adventures Of Miss K: The Tower Of Power*
"Welcome to yet another wild sex romp of mine. If it illegal in your jurisdiction to read erotic materials such as this, please don't read this. I reserve all non-electronic and all commercial rights to this work. If you wish to read some of my other work, please check out my profile.
The name 'Brett Lynn' is a pen name, and I am not connected in any form with anyone with the above name. Now that the legalese is done, let's get going."
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Miss K and Tracy drove down I-10 across the Texas prairie, LL Cool J's "Jingling Baby" blasting out of the stereo, and their breasts were definitely doing just that as they danced to the song. Miss K wore a black New York Liberty jersey, tailored to cling to her man-made curves and to leave out a line of cleavage that cut out the "er" in the word "Liberty". Tracy wore a wifebeater cut to bare her midriff along with an ultra-short denim that bared her bare, shaved crotch if she were the least bit immodest.
As the song came to a close, Miss K ran her hand through her auburn hair, then let out a sigh as she smiled. "Man, that song was fun!" Miss K said. "Brings back memories of the Albee Square Mall, high school and all of that."
"Don't you mean the Galleria at Metrotech?" Tracy chimed in.
"No fuck that. It'll always be the Albee Square Mall to me," Miss K said in mock anger before breaking out in a wide smile. "But you know what Trace?"
"What?" Tracy said, looking at her friend curiously.
"This, this trip here, has given me some memories too. Besides, it's not an average experience that someone goes around fucking girls with a good friend."
"Aww," Tracy said as she reached over from the passenger side and gave Miss K a bear hug. "That's so sweet of you to say!" she continued before reaching into her friend's jersey and tweaking a nipple.
"And that's so freaky of you to do," Miss K said as she gave Tracy a quick kiss. "Now get off me, woman! I need to drive!"
"Well, screw you then," Tracy said in mock disgust before playfully punching her friend in the arm.
Miss K let out another sigh before continuing, "you know, it's fun doing shit like this, especially in these times. I'll never forget those people in those buildings dying. Heck, I had a bird's eye view of the whole thing." She paused, then said, "but fuck that. Shit, if those people wanna go kill a bunch of innocents so they can live a life of death and suffering on Earth, I'm gonna being a source of joy of life." Miss K then finished, "I ain't letting no goddamn spoiled Saudi brat scare me out of joy and pleasure!"
"You go girl!" Tracy said, nodding in support.
"And speaking of pleasure," Miss K said as she pulled down one side of her jersey to let her breast pop out. "Would you mind nursing on me?"
"With pleasure babe!" Tracy said before leaning over and licking a circle around Miss K's areola, making her friend gasp in pleasure.
She then took the nipple in her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth on it like she was nursing. Then, she flicked her tongue over Miss K's nipple, making it harden in her mouth. She heard Miss K start to breath heavily and stroke her blonde hair, just enjoying the oral attention.
"RING!!!"
Miss K sucked her teeth in frustration, then pushed away Tracy dug for the phone between the seats. After four rings, she managed to flip the phone open and put it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Yo, it's me Kim from the Lou."
"What's up?"
"What do you mean wazzup? You dun fucked up my life, you fucking fake ass bitch!"
Miss K struggled to keep control of the car as she recoiled from the cell phone.
"What's going on?" Tracy said, visibly worried at her friend's reaction.
Miss K shrugged her shoulders, then placed the phone back on her ear. "How did I manage to mess up your life?"
"With that fucking dick of yours, that's how. Every time my girl comes over and I wanna dig her out with the strap-on, I gotta hear your fucking name, talking how what I got ain't as big as you. Fuck you bitch! You dun fucked up some good shit here! I can't buy shit like you got in a store!"
Miss K sighed, then said, "so whatcha want me to do about it?"
"Remember when you said that you'd make a mold of that dick for me?"
"Yeah."
"Make one, or else."
"Or else what?"
"Well, I got the hook-up within the Feds, and I can set you up on some drug charges, KHALIL!"
Miss K gasped in shock, then screamed, "how the fuck you learn my real name?!"
"The same way I can get those drug warrants put on. Now here's the address I want you to send it to."
Miss K put her cell phone on speaker, then motioned for Tracy to jot down the address. After she wrote it down, Miss K took off the speaker phone to listen to Kim.
"Now, I either see that dildo made from your dick by tomorrow afternoon, or you're gonna be the prison bitch! I know they'll love those big tits of yours. Bye, bitch!"
Miss K pulled over to the side of the road, then calmly turned off the engine and closed the cell phone. "We have a bit of a problem, Trace."
"No shit!" Tracy said. "For one, I thought you legally changed your name to Kayla?"
"Nah. Technically, I just do business under that name. It's like a stage name of sorts, Miss LaRue, or should I say Miss Smith!"
"Hey! Do you honestly believe those AIDS tests are confidential? Why would I put my real name on it?"
Miss K ran her hand through her auburn hair as she was breathing deeply, slamming her fists on the steering wheel. "Shit! Enough bickering. We gotta get this crazy lesbian a copy of my dick, or I'm going to be the star of a new shemale porno flick." She then switched to a sarcastic tone, saying, "After all, there's nothing I love more than sucking dick!"
"Mmhmm!" Tracy chimed in, giggling at the small joke.
"OK, joke time is over," Miss K said as she sat back up in her driver's seat. "We gotta get to a rest station, then hit the net and see if there are any crafts shops nearby. Sound like a plan?"
"Yeah."
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About an hour later, Tracy and Miss K found themselves outside of a crafts in the outskirts of San Antonio. Miss K jumped out the SUV, then walked over to help the smaller Tracy out the high vehicle.
"Why thank you!" Tracy said with a smile. "You didn't have to do that."
"Thanks," Miss K said as her mind was preoccupied with what was going on. "Now how am I gonna pull this off? It isn't every day that some girl asks for a mold of her dick."
"Don't worry, K. It'll work out," Tracy said as she hugged her friend around her waist.
"Hey, why should you care? You'd probably enjoy all those tough butches eating you out."
"Stop silly," Tracy said with a giggle as she gave her friend a playfully slap. "Besides, based on your tongue and what's between your legs, I think I got the ultimate butch."
"Aww, thanks," Miss K said before giving her friend a hug, a peck on the cheek and a quick grope of Tracy's breast. Clutching her purse, she walked towards the front door, saying over her shoulder, "now let's give it a shot."
Miss K walked into the store, with Tracy trailing close behind, and walked around the aisles, a bit unsure of what she needed. As she was glancing around the store, she ran right into a woman who sprawled out on the floor. She reached down to the woman, taking time to check out her curvy frame.
"Sorry about that, ma'am," Miss K said as she pulled the woman to her feet.
"Not a problem, sugar!" the woman said as she got to her feet. She looked down at Miss K's hand, rubbing it with both of her hands before giving it a kiss. "Perhaps I could be of help. My name's Michelle."
"Thanks," Miss K said as she checked Michelle out. Her warm brown, soft, flat belly peeked out from a pair of low riding, tight leather pants and a sleeveless top that showed off a nice-sized pair of breasts.
"So what do you want, ma'am?" Michelle said as she looked up at Miss K with a knowing smile.
"Well, um, I have a project, an art project of sorts," Miss K stammered out.
"What is it?"
"Well, I have to make a mold of a body part, um, a male body part of, um, a friend."
Michelle stood up on her toes and twanged into Miss K's ear, "you want to make a mold of your dick, don't you sugar."
"Yeah," Miss K said, surprised that she was read so easily. "How did you guess?"
"All the surgery in the world can't change the size of your hands, sugar!" Michelle said as she rubbed Miss K's hand in her hands. "Plus, you didn't pull up with anyone else, you sound like a Yankee and you don't seem familiar with the area." Reading Miss K's shock in her eyes, she continued, "don't worry sugar. We get requests for help with your kind of thing from time to time. Let me help you out."
Michelle led Miss K and Tracy through the store, picking up a box of plaster of Paris and some silicone. After leading them through the store, Michelle took them to the checkout counter and ran up the needed supplies.
"You know, um.…"
"Kayla. The name's Kayla. Sorry I didn't tell you that earlier."
"No problem, sugar," Michelle said. "Anyway, I could help you out with your, um, project. We have a couple spare rooms that we could use. Besides, something tells me you aren't the arts and crafts type."
"Not unless you count eating pussy as a craft," Tracy chimed in.
Michelle smiled at the joke, then said, "do you want my assistance, Kayla?"
"Sure, I wouldn't mind."
Michelle called out to her boss that she was going to be away for a bit, took the supplies in hand, then led Miss K and Kayla to the back of the store. She led them into a small hallway with a few rooms going off to the side, then brought them to a whitewashed room with some tables littered with supplies and a sink on one wall.
"Hey Kayla's friend! Could you get that pitcher on the table for me and fill it with water?" Michelle asked.
Tracy got the pitcher and filled it with water as Michelle poured out the plaster of Paris powder into a basin. "Remember, this stuff won't stay soft forever, so you gotta get yourself up and at 'em in a hurry, OK?"
"Not a problem," Miss K said with a smile, feeling her nipples harden at the sexual stimulation to come.
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