Adventures of Dusty Malone Pt. 05

Author's Note: This is the fifth part of an ongoing series following the sexual adventures of Dusty Malone, the world's most famous, big-bootied porn star from Texas. All characters are fictional and over 18. Because of the incestuous element present in part four, I posted that part in the Incest/Taboo category, instead of Anal, like the first three parts of this series. If you're into anal, but not so much incest, then maybe it isn't for you. If you are, then go read that part so you can be up to date with the story arc so far! Don't expect realism and you won't be disappointed!

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Dusty sat in the shower for over an hour with the water scolding hot, thinking about... well, everything. She thought about her taboo relationship with her father, who was going to raise her rent so he could fuck her in the ass even more than he already was. She thought about Eric, whom she was convinced was a man she could have a real, romantic relationship with, but was still almost twice her age. She thought about how she might go about telling one about the other, and how volatile this whole thing had become in no time at all. There was one thing Dusty was certain of: she clearly had a thing for older men.

She enjoyed getting fucked by them. Both sexy Eric and her handsome Daddy. She loved to please them and be protected and cherished by them. But still, Dusty felt something was missing. There was an emptiness, or a longing inside her that she didn't know how to articulate. Or maybe there was something in her that she needed to express somehow, but didn't quite know what it was.

So, Dusty just sat in her shower, her chin resting on her knees, feeling the scolding hot water drizzling down on her, and thought about her life and what she really wanted. Eric or her Daddy? Or maybe something else...

If only Mom were here...she thought.Mom,she repeated the word. Then, it dawned on her. A brilliant realization. Dusty knew what she needed. She hopped up, turned off the water, and dried herself. She stepped out of the steamy bathroom without getting dressed and dashed naked through her house to her laptop. Might be a long-shot, but it was worth exploring.

Dusty Malone was a person filled with love. Love of all kinds and varieties. She couldn't honestly recall a meeting anyone she didn't feel some degree of love for. She felt love for strangers, animals, and yes, God. Dusty was so overflowing with love that she had a dire need to express it, usually physically.

She had the instinct to be a loving daughter, yes. But she had another instinct, which was just as potent. She had a maternal instinct. One that was begging to be expressed. Not necessarily the urge to get pregnant and have children, but to be motherly to someone else. Motherly to someone the same way Eric and her Daddy were fatherly to her. Dusty wanted to have a sexual relationship whereshewas the caregiver. An unbalanced relationship that was to her favor. That was the craving Dusty had. It was the one she intended to satisfy. Sooner rather than later.

Dusty Malone needed a boy, one younger than her hopefully, and one who would welcome what she offered, and give her the outlet she needed.

On her laptop she went to an erotic meet-up site. She decided to just put up an ad. See what was out there. Dusty didn't want to use her real name. Otherwise, she would attract an ocean of fans rather than people looking for something genuine. Dusty also chose to lie in one other way. She would lie about her age. That way she could repel men looking for someone young they can be a daddy to, and attract boys who want a mature woman. She asked for forgiveness from the Lord when she fudged her age.

In full, Dusty's ad read:

"I'm Rita, a 30-year-old single woman looking for something kinky and sweet. I want a young man to be my friend, my lover, and someone I can be a loving and doting mommy towards. I will be a gentle dom at the harshest, I have no interest in being mean, controlling or abusive. I am NOT interested in BDSM. I want someone I can have fun with, laugh with, have sex with, and yes, play with. There is one other requirement that is vital. I am a butt girl, through and through. I will not do anything vaginal for personal reasons. Anything involving my ass is allowed and absolutely encouraged. I will receive anal play only, so keep that in mind! I am lonely, and if you're lonely too, then maybe we can help each other!"

Dusty clicked "POST" and waited, with her cheek in her hand.

Almost immediately, Dusty was flooded with messages from eager men who all wanted her to be their mommy. Most of them were bland, one-word messages just saying "hey" or "hi." They got dropped immediately. Others were men so perverted and crude that Dusty didn't find them especially interesting. On the other hand, there were the ones who were so submissive and eager to please that Dusty also saw little appeal. After reading at least a hundred messages, Dusty just couldn't find one that felt right to her.

The rush she felt when she made the exciting revelation about her new-found mommy kink was almost completely dead. Just when she was about to give up though, she got one more message from a user named Aaron1138

Aaron: Hey, what's your favorite Dinosaur? :)

Dusty was intrigued. That was a highly unusual thing to ask. No "Mommy Please!" or "Send Nudes." Just a very straightforward, very strange question. Curiosity peaked so she actually decided to message back.

Rita: "Um, triceratops. Wbu?"

In seconds, he responded.

Aaron: Nice! If I'm being basic then T-Rex. But if I want to be more unique then Dilophosaurus. They spit venom.

Dusty didn't quite know what to make of this. Aaron started typing again.

Aaron: Sorry. I just wanted to start the conversation a bit more naturally. Besides, how could I be friends with someone if I don't know their favorite dino? :P

Dusty smiled at her screen.

Rita: I understand that. I don't think anyone has ever asked me what my favorite dinosaur is. Especially on an erotic hook-up site. So you're definitely unique!

Aaron: I'm glad! You seem like a really unique woman, so I figured you deserve the same. I'm Aaron. It's so nice to meet you. I guess you already know my name from my user haha, but it feels right to introduce myself lol

Rita: I understand 100% I'm a little old fashioned myself. I'm Rita, and it's so nice to meet you!

Aaron: Likewise. :)

Aaron and Dusty, posing as Rita, talked for some time. They mostly talked about tv shows and movies. Aaron was apparently a big comic book and superhero nerd, and Dusty wasn't a stranger to the genre herself. They talked about comic book movies, best superheroes, best villains. Inevitably, in a genre filled with half-naked people, the subject of sexiest superhero came up. Dusty said her favorite in that regard was Nightwing. Aaron said his pick for sexiest superheroine was Black Cat. Dusty also admitted that her favorite comic book character ever was Barbarella, because she found her to be the most relatable. Aaron was incredibly impressed and intrigued that Dusty knew such an obscure character.

In truth, Dusty only discovered Barbarella from her father, who was a fan of all things pervy.

Aaron: Where are you from?

Rita: Originally, Texas. But I moved to California for work. I'm still a country girl at heart though. You?

Aaron: Cali born and raised. What do you do for work? If you don't mind me asking that is.

Rita: I don't mind at all! I'm a photographer.

Technically, not a lie. Dusty does take photos of herself for money.

Aaron: So cool! I just work in I.T.

Rita: You must be a pretty smart cookie then

Aaron: I know my way around a keyboard...

Aaron and Dusty, in her Rita persona, continued to chat over messages. Not about anything in particular, just lazily hopping from one topic to the next as naturally as anything, learning leaps and bounds about one another, always maintaining a bit of subterfuge to mask Dusty's true identity. Dusty almost felt like a superheroine herself, hiding her secret identity from her hapless love interest. Without even realizing it, she already considered Aaron a love interest. A crush even. Then she realized she and him had been chatting for well over seven hours and that it was actually night outside. How did that happen?

She typed out a message explaining that she had to go to fix dinner and go to bed, but then Aaron asked her what her favorite tv show was, and how could she resist a chance to gush aboutGolden Girls?

Dusty made dinner with one hand and ate with one hand, while her other hand continued to type messages for her new penpall. And they hadn't even talked about anything sexual yet... But it was bound to happen sometime, and that time was just after midnight. It happened in the most unconventional way, and even weirder, it was Dusty who brought sex into the conversation, not the horny boy she met on an erotic website.

Aaron was talking to her about his childhood. He was a sickly and scrawny kid, and got made fun of a lot. Especially by other boys, which is, according to him, why he prefers the company of girls. Dusty said she could relate, and that surprised Aaron.

Aaron: Really? You were bullied? What for?

Dusty must have typed up, deleted, and re-wrote the same text over and over again in half a dozen different ways. Aaron waited patiently the whole time. Eventually, Dusty decided to just be honest, sayingfuck it, as she did so.

Rita: Well. For my butt.

Aaron: You're kidding...

Rita: No, cross my heart and hope to die, I was bullied because of my butt.

Aaron: Why?

Rita: It was... big.

Aaron: OMG. That's what you were bullied for?

Rita: Yeah 🙁

Aaron: That's insane.

Rita: Well, we were kids then. Having a big butt isn't as appealing as a kid as it is when you're mature. I mean, it was really big.

Aaron: Are you sure you aren't just using this as a chance to humble brag about your, shall we say, assets?

Rita: LOL no! I promise I'm being 100% serious.

Aaron: Jk I trust you!

Rita: Thanks 🙂

Aaron: If you don't mind me asking, how did they bully you?

Rita: They called me names and stuff.

Aaron: Like what?

Dusty was reluctant to tell. She did it anyway.

Rita: Buttgirl, Wobble Wagon, dump truck deluxe, bubble gum booty, double bubble, bounce house, jumbo jiggler.

Aaron: That's insane. They really called you all of those things?

Dusty was half expecting Aaron to laugh, but he didn't. Whenever she told someone about those nicknames, they would laugh without fail, not at her, but rather at those ridiculous insults. Even though Dusty knew they were laughing at the names themselves, she could never shake the feeling that they were somehow validating their usage against her with their amusement. But not Aaron.

Rita: Really.

Aaron: I can't believe they came up with so many.

Rita: Really it was just one bully coming up with them all. He was the worst. I called him my arch nemesis lol. It was all so silly. He even called me "Boom Boom" Whatever that means.

Aaron: If he made you feel bad about yourself, then I don't think it's silly at all.

Dusty felt her heart stir.

Rita: Thank you for saying that. Honestly.

Aaron: Of course! But at the very least you got the last laugh. I mean I bet nobody is making fun of you for your big butt now.

Rita: No. They are not.

Aaron: I bet that bully would change his tune now. In fact, I bet deep down he only made fun of you because he liked that big butt of yours. That would explain all the names. I bet he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Rita: Do you really think so?

Aaron: It's possible. Boys at that age lash out for stupid reasons. Maybe it was the only way he knew how to express himself at all. Hell, boys at any age seem to be unable to express themselves properly.

Rita: That does make sense. He even sling-shot pebbles at my butt.

Aaron: That's seriously messed up.

Rita: Well, it wasn't that bad. Truth be told, I sort of liked it.

Aaron: Oh yeah?

Rita: Yes... something about it made me feel good. And honestly, half the names never bothered me anyways. Even if they were supposed to humiliate me, I don't know, they made me feel special I guess.

Aaron: You should feel special! I can tell from this brief conversation alone that you are a very special lady.

Dusty smiled. Aaron continued to type.

Aaron: And if your butt really is that big...

Rita: It is

Aaron: Then you should feel even more special. A big ass is an amazing, wonderful thing for a woman.

Dusty's curiosity peaked. Just how much of a butt-lover was this boy? She wondered.

Rita: Go on...

Aaron spent over a minute typing his message.

Aaron: Okay Rita, I can't deny it, I love butts. I adore, cherish, and revere them. The rounder the better, the bigger the better. Butts, asses, booties, tushies, bottoms, posteriors, whatever you want to call them, I want them all. There is nothing, NOTHING, more wonderful, beautiful, sexy, amazing or gorgeous as a woman's beautiful ass. The way they move, shake and jiggle, how they ripple when you smack them just right. So soft and plush and comfy looking, I can't imagine anything else feeling better to make love to. Pussies and titties are amazing, but they simply don't compare to the unmatched supreme sexiness of the female booty. I think about them when I wake up and before I go to bed. Whenever I jerk off it's always to asses, either shaking, getting spanked or fucked. I day dream about them and feel fuzzy on the inside just thinking about them, just being happy that they exist at all and that I exist on the same planet as these wonderful big bottomed creatures called women. I want to shout it to the sky, let everyone in the world, to every planet in the galaxy, every galaxy in the universe, every universe in the multiverse, every multiverse in the megaverse, and every megaverse in the ultraverse, let it be known, that I LOVE BOOTY!!!

Dusty was dizzy with surprise and more than a twinge of arousal. Nowthat'sa response, she thought. Nothing got Dusty's motor running like a man waxing poetic on his love of women's asses. She rubbed her thighs together slightly, and realized she was soaking wet. She had a funny feeling in her tummy, as well. Then she realized she hasn't responded yet. Before she could, Aaron sent another message.

Aaron: Sorry... My obsession can be a little much for some people.

Rita: No!!! Don't ever be sorry, sugar, least of all for your lusts. A fetish can be a beautiful thing, if you nurture it right, and shouldn't ever be discouraged if you ask me. And I love a boy who is obsessed with booty more than anything. I would be more than happy to nurture your obsession. Maybe make it into an addiction...

Aaron: If I'm not addicted already, I definitely will be if I'm ever in the same room as you.

Rita: How does tomorrow sound?

Aaron: Are you serious?

Rita: I'm never serious ;) but I do want to see you tomorrow. If you can.

Aaron: It is my day off, tomorrow would be absolutely perfect. Are you sure? You've only just met me.

Dusty smirked. She had been fucked in the ass by men who she knew less about than Aaron. Sometimes not even their names.

Rita: Exactly. I haven't even properly met you and I like you. Imagine how much I'd like you if we got together, face to face?

Aaron: I can't argue with that logic. You pick where and when, and I'll be there

Dusty gave him the name and address of a coffeeshop she enjoyed. It was very fortunate they lived in the same city.

Aaron: I'm so excited for this 🙂

Rita: Me too 🙂

Aaron: I guess we should call it a night...

Rita: Yeah, I suppose we should.

Aaron: Good night!

Rita: Good night 😘

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Aaron was every bit as cute in person as he was in the photos he sent her. Wispy blonde hair, cute, boyish face, a slender but lean body, and an overall innocence about him that Dusty found adorable. He entered the coffee shop with a clearly nervous expression.Bless him,Dusty thought.

Aaron scanned the coffee shop. Dusty told him that she would be the woman wearing a yellow scarf. When Aaaron saw the yellow scarf wrapped around Dusty's neck, his eyes widened in shock. Like he was on stage and suddenly forgot his lines. He tensed up. Dusty just smiled and beckoned him over with a friendly wave.

With an expression that said,"I can't believe this is happening,"Aaron walked up to the small table Dusty was sitting at, and sat opposite to her. He put his hands on the table, then in his lap. He didn't know what to do with his hands.

"Hello, sugar," Dusty said softly, trying to put him at ease.

"Y-you're DustyMalone!" He said as quietly as he could, as if it were a tremendous secret.

"Aw, you know my work?"

Aaron's eyes almost bugged out his skull. "Knowyour work? You're only the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful--" Aaron thought 'porn star' sounded too crass and didn't want to draw attention to himself or his date. "--adult film actressto ever live!"

"Why thank you, sugar!" Dusty looked deep into him with her wondrously friendly eyes. "I'm so sorry for... well, catfishing you like this. But I couldn't let anyone know who I really was on the website. People would do or say or do anything to get in my pants. I hope you can forgive me..."

Forgive you???Aaron thought. He was speaking to a goddess and was still struggling to comprehend that she wanted a date with him of all people. "It's--it's no problem! I understand why you did it! Well... sort of. Why would you want to go on a date with... um, well, with..."

"With you?" Dusty realized the poor thing had a stutter when he was nervous.

Aaron nodded.

Dusty stirred her coffee. "I'm looking for something... different. That's all I can really say. For now. Are you comfortable with me, though? You don't mind that I do porn, ri--?"

"NO!" Aaron blurted out before Dusty could finish. "Oh um, I mean no, not at all." He tapped his fingers together nervously. Dusty thought she should do something to loosen him up soon...

"I'm glad! Now, let's get to know each other, shall we?"

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Dusty and Aaron chatted in the cafe for a little less than an hour. The conversation was pleasant, but somewhat idle.The kind of chat you have with someone waiting in the doctor's office next to you. Dusty figured out why he gravitated towards online dating. Face-to-face made him anxious like a jitterbug. He had an awful stutter when he was nervous, so it made sense he would prefer messaging over speaking. Dusty needed to soothe that anxiety and get him more relaxed so he could open up, like he did last night. She got an idea, and proposed it to him the second it popped into her head.

"Would you like to go to the boardwalk?"

Aaron almost choked on his coffee. "S-sure!"

*****

The air on the boardwalk smelled of funnel cake and cotton candy. Rowdy children sprinted over the wooden planks and couples walked leisurely enjoying the sights. Aaron was counting his lucky stars that he was one of those couples. He still couldn't believe he was on an honest to God date with Dusty Malone herself. Holding her hand as they walked and everything! They shared a funnel cake and some punch, and were now looking for fun to get into.

"Ferris wheel?" Dusty asked.

"Um, sure."

"You don't sound too sure."

"Oh, well," Aaron looked away, embarrassed. "I'm a little bit afraid... of heights."

Dusty squeezed his hand. "Then now is the perfect time for you to face your fear. C'mon!" She pulled him towards the strangely intimidating Ferris wheel. It was a big one, the kind with gondolas that you could stand up in. His heart pounded. They got tickets, and luckily (or unluckily) there was barely a line. Dusty excitedly entered the gondola, and Aaron's feet seemed frozen just in front of the door.