Looking into the mirror, I stared at the chicken as the chicken stared back because I was that chicken. I knew then that nothing I would ever do for the rest of my life would be as monumentally bat shit bonkers as the thing I was about to do right now.
I turned and faced my boyfriend who was sat naked on the end of the bed pumping his fist up and down his stiff cock with a drooling maniacal look on his face as he stared at me.
"Seriously?" I blurted out.
***
Secret fantasies. Hidden dreams. Latent desires.
Everyone has something to hide. Something about them they don't want others to know about. Something deep inside. Something sexual. That certain something that goes beyond normal conventions and pushes the boundaries of the imagination to new heights of desire and lust.
For most men, it's basic stuff like lingerie. For some, it can be tit, ass or leg obsessions. For others, it's a nurse, secretary, nun, aunt or even mother kink with dominant or submissive traits to add to the mix.
For Bruce, it was poultry.
***
My boyfriend held up the suit. "I'd really like you to put this on."
I stared at it for a moment. "It's a chicken," I said slowly.
He nodded. "Uh-huh."
We were in his bedsit and the rain was swooshing against the window outside as we stood there at the bottom of his single bed about to have, what I had presumed, a nice couple of hours together doing things that normal girlfriends and boyfriends do.
And now there was this.
"You want me to wear a chicken suit while we have sex?"
Bruce looked like an eager puppy. "Yup."
He stopped beating his meat and stood up as he held the costume up against me making sure it fits. I was so surprised I just stood there like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"But it's a chicken," I said stating the obvious. It was then I noticed that certain strategic holes had been cut in the cloth. "You actually want to fuck a chicken?"
"They didn't have a turkey outfit," he sighed. "There was a kangaroo but that would be a bit weird. So I just went with the chicken. Here," he said, handing it to me. "Try it on."
Sure. What can go wrong? I was down to my bra and panties anyway. As far as his fantasies go, this one is a doozy. Maybe I should just humor him. I glanced down at his stiff pecker which was stuck out like Pointdexter at me.
Quickly slipping off my underwear, I grabbed the chicken suit and stepped into it zipping it up at the front as I looked down at myself when I realized my boobs were poking out as I felt the cool air wafting around my exposed pussy and asshole.
Bruce was literally drooling and didn't know whether to hug me or keep fisting his dick as he pulled out a bag. "Don't forget the hat!" he gibbered as he handed me a bright orange crown made of plastic that squeaked when you squeezed it.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
***
