TS Karabella Breeds Billy’s Butt

Title: A Depraved Encounter: TS Karabella Breeds Billy’s Butt
By Adrian Lez finances

The sun was setting, casting an orange glow across the cluttered studio apartment. Billy, a 20-something millennial slouched on the tattered couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. His credit card bill, now past due, lay ignored on the coffee table. Billy had a pattern: spend recklessly, avoid payments, and eventually, get his fixes. Fixes that only an extreme financial domination could provide.

A sudden knock at the door startled Billy from his trance. He shuffled to the door, opened it, and a stunning sight greeted him. Karabella, a 19 year old shemale, stood before him in a tight black dress, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders. “Are you Billy?” she asked, her voice dripping with seduction.

Billy nodded dumbly, his mouth agape. Karabella brushed past him into the apartment, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. “We need to talk about your financial situation,” she said, turning to face him. Her emerald eyes bored into his as she leaned back against the kitchen counter.

“Ah, yeah. I’ve been meaning to pay my debts,” Billy stammered, averting his gaze. “I’ve just been a little short…”

Karabella smirked, setting her purse down. “Short? I bet you are,” she purred, stalking towards him. “But soon, you’ll be stretching in places you never thought possible.”

Billy’s eyes widened as realization dawned. “Wait, what? I thought…” He trailed off as Karabella pressed her body against his, her hand finding his crotch. “Oh god,” he breathed.

In one swift motion, Karabella spun Billy around and shoved him against the wall. “Oh, I’ll give you god,” she hissed in his ear. Her hands roamed his body, deftly unlatching his belt and tugging at his pants. “But first, I’m going to give you a glimpse of heaven. And then hell. The kind of fucking that will ruin you for any whore or girlfriend.”

Billy squirmed as Karabella dropped to her knees, yanking his pants down to his ankles. “Wait, I’ve never…” he protested weakly. But his words were drowned out by Karabella’s dripping saliva and probing tongue as she dove between his cheeks.

“Shut up,” Karabella commanded between licks. “You paid for this. Now take it like a bitch.”

Billy bit his lip, stifling a moan as Karabella’s tongue swirled and prodded. The taboo thrill of being eaten out by a shemale made his cock throb painfully. “Fuck,” he whimpered, reaching back to grip Karabella’s hair.

Karabella dug her nails into Billy’s thighs as she tongued his quivering hole. “That’s right, you fucking whore. Take my tongue like the pathetic little faggot you are.”

She withdrew, rising to stand and press her dress-clad ass against Billy’s now slick hole. “I’m going to fuck you now,” she declared, reaching under her dress to pull out a strapon vaginally attached strap. “I’m going to ruin this fuck hole until you’re begging for more.”

Billy choked back a gasp as Karabella positioned herself and thrust forward, driving her thick plastic cock deep into his tender ass. He cried out at the sudden penetration, his cheeks clenching and unclenching with each pump of Karabella’s hips.

“That’s it, scream for me,” Karabella encouraged, slapping Billy’s ass as she railed him. “I’ve already got you in financial bondage. Now your hole is mine too.”

Tears pricked Billy’s eyes as the burning stretch of Karabella’s assault took over his senses. His own cock ached, damp with precum. Karabella leaned over him, her sweat-slicked breasts pressing into his back. “You’re going to worship me after this,” she panted against his ear. “I’ll own your ass, your wallet, your entire life.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Billy babbled as drool dripped down his chin. Karabella yanked his head back by the hair, forcing him to look at their reflection in the grimy window. Two bodies joined, writhing in depravity, captured his gaze.

Karabella’s thrusts sped up, her own lust overcome as she chased her release. Billy reached back, gripping Karabella’s hips for balance as she pounded into him. “ettuccking cum,” Karabella growled through grit teeth as her rhythm faltered. She hooked an arm around Billy’s waist, ensuring spectators could see their fucking.

With a final, brutal thrust, she buried herself deep, grinding her cock against Billy’s prostate as she came. Billy felt her cock jerking, spurting its creamy load into his guts. His own cock exploded, painting the window with spurts of semen.

They slumped against each other, sweaty and spent. Karabella withdrew, admiring her work. Billy’s hole was slack and glistening, well-used and submittted. Billy couldn’t move, his body ruined, his identity shattered.

Karabella stepped back, tucking her spent cock away. “You’re in too deep now,” she declared, picking up her purse. “But don’t worry, this was only the beginning. You can pay me back. In overtime.” She smiled, cruel and satisfied, before sauntering out the door.

Billy remained, collapsed against the wall, cum dripping from his hole. The smell of sex hung thick in the air, mingling with the coppery scent of his torn flesh. He knew, as he surveyed the scene, that his life had changed irrevocably. Karabella owned him now. Body and soul.

And as he clumsily rose, pulling up his pants and straining for purchase, he submited that this was only the financial pandemonium. He had a feeling Karabella would be back. To collect interest in more ways than one.