Yan bent over, pushed her thong down to her knees, and squatted. The garment had been fashioned from the pelt of a beaver, and it was her only article of clothing. Her boyfriend, or pimp as the lizard liked to style himself, thought it was the height of hilarity that her “beaver was hid by a beaver” as he put it. Yan longed for a nice silk g-string, and some jewelry, but that stupid lizard spent all their money on booze and blowjobs from other broads. Snoring peacefully by the fire, the lizard’s dewlaps flapped out with each loud exhalation. Her gaze drifted towards his pot belly, and beneath it, his tiny, uncircumcised pecker. She shuddered at the thought of having to put that tiny thing in her mouth, and she looked away from him, and stared at the ground in front of her.
Shifting about on her haunches Yan’s bladder unleashed a trickle, and then a torrent of urine. It splashed loudly on the soil beneath her, and flowed down away from her feet, collecting in a small pool seven or eight inches away. It felt so good to take a piss and not have to worry about that perverted, disgusting lizard getting aroused.
Suddenly, without warning Yan felt a pair of hands against her back and head pushing her face and chest down into the warm puddle of pee. A sweaty body covered her, and she could feel a long hard dong nestled between her ass cleavage, and a sharp pointy stick dug into the side of her neck.
“Hold still, and don’t scream, or...”
The stick felt sharp, but Yan could tell from the weight of the body on top of her that her assailant couldn’t have much more upper body strength than her goofy lizard pimp. In a fight, Yan and the lizard would be able to turn the tables on her attacker, but she didn’t much care for the lizard, and a new partner, preferably another human like her would be preferable. And everybody knew that all lizards had small pricks.
“Oh, I’ll scream if I want too. He has a dagger,” she said, “but I don’t want to.”
He cut her off before she could continue. “And what do you want?”
“Something more than that,” said Yan, as she lifted her head and nodded in the direction of the lizard.
Yan felt the man on top of her relax. Of course, his cock was still hard, perhaps even harder now, wedged in between her fat ass cheeks. The man shifted his weight slightly, and Yan pulled herself up onto her elbows, her big belly still pressed uncomfortably into the wet ground. The warm summer breeze felt good on her giant, wet tits.
“I’m not sure. How can I trust you?”
Yan wiggled her plump, curvy backside underneath him. “The lizard is so stupid. He doesn’t have the imagination, let alone the balls, to use me in...an unnatural fashion.”
The man chuckled. The tension in his voice had disappeared when he asked, “Tell me more.”
“It’s so tight. He’s been peddling my ass to other lizards for over a year, and nobody has ever thought of, let alone asked, to use my aft passage. If only I knew someone who was...man enough to really, truly possess me.”
The stick fell to the ground, and his long, smooth fingers gripped the pale, white flesh of her breasts tightly.
“Okay, bitch, you asked for it.”
Panic descended on Yan. She wanted him in her, she wanted to be taken in that fashion, but she didn’t want the noise of their passion to wake the lizard. There was some unfinished business to attend to before they could enjoy themselves.
“Wait.”
