Vanilla frosting and Napolean

I stumbled going up the stairs and tripped over myself planting my face right in the stupid cake I had made for the man I was eager to see, being the clumsy dumb ass that I am. Vanilla frosting all over my face, my lips swelled up, being that I am allergic to frosting. I wasn't planning on eating the cake but I mean I hadn't really planned this out. He opened the door...this man that I was eager to see. He looked so much different from his pictures online. He was a lot shorter than I had anticipated. I was a bottom, maybe 5'7 and he was a top...but he looked about 4'7...I was so annoyed but I was also raised to be polite. "Ummmmmmmm hi" I said, waiting for a response. "Ooooh look at you hot stuff, you're better than what I expected. What's all over your face and what the fuck are you holding?" He exclaimed. I told him my unfortunate situation and he laughed. I was so shook with embarrassment that I ended up shitting myself. He got so angry with how nervous and shitty I was that he slapped the fuck out of me (He had to get a stool to reach my face, I wondered why he walked to the other room and took a while) I was just struck with humiliation and anger. I had just been slapped by a fucking Oompa Loompa, who acted like he had power over me. He did. I was all clean now, since I was forced to take a shower at gunpoint. I was overtaken by a rush of heat and anticipation as he waddled over to me and let his cock flop out of his striped pajama pants. He was fucking huge. His throbbing cock was atleast 11 inches. Leprechaun was packing, and I was in utter shock and awe...I allowed myself to be submissive and take his fat ass cock as he turned me around and rammed his cock up my ass, immediately making my cock hard. I was kind of shocked that I wasn't in any pain given that there was no lube that he rubbed over my asshole. I realized that he used the left over cake, that wasn't on my face, to lube up my tight asshole. Also the massive shit I took earlier probably loosened me up as well...He completely dominated me, filling me with that Willy Wonka filling from that orange Oompa Loompa dick. "Wow" I exclaimed, and he pulled out. He looked deep into my eyes, smiled and said "Damn that was good." I blushed and was happy that I was able to please this wannabe man. He threw left over pasta at me after exclaiming to me that I love having food all over myself anyway, and kicked me out. I had some fun. Not a lot. It was strange, but I remember my grandma telling me "Remember, put up or shut up. Get that free Big Mac and Fries." I smiled and walked down the steps of his apartment, knowing I pleased someone tonight, and headed to my car.

Right before I got to the parking lot, I tripped and face planted in some dog shit. I got up and laughed, as it got into my throat and eyes, because of my laughing. It burned pretty bad. I shrugged it off, got in my car and drove home under the pale moonlight. It was a horrible night. I smiled and headed home, planning to set a doctor's appointment for Pink Eye and sepsis. Like grandma always said..Put or Shut up. Fuck you grandma.

And fuck Willy Wonka.