Butterface

[Lomez]

Hello. Long time reader, first time poster. I've got a story idea I'd really like to see someone give a try.

POV character is a girl with a great body but so-so face. She's approached by a confident stud at the pool or beach. At first she's thrilled as they flirt, until he flat out offers to fuck her if she agrees to wear a paper bag on her head. She's really offended, but he's got such a great body she finally accepts (maybe have her be a size queen, I don't know). The sex is really rough and degrading.

 

[busty_jessica_2]

interesting idea...

but she shouldnt be a size queen; she should have a great body - which would give him a reason to anna fuck her...
how about maybe he asks to tie her up or hand cuff her instead and she agrees to that...
and then when he has her there and she is sooooo turned on he produces the paper bag and she asks whats that?

he then explains, maybe even has a pic of his ex on it (that would be even more degrading) and she finally agrees in order to get off and so on...

 

[lovecraft68]

The last two guys I heard use the term butter face about a girl looked as if they had fallen off the ugly tree(or had been repeatedly punched in the face-as charming as they were I think it was more the latter than the former)

These are also the types who say women should lose weight but see their dick without a mirror.

Sorry for the rant, I find it an ignorant term.

But therefore perfect for the type of story proposed.

 

[Lomez]

Lovecraft. it goes both ways for either gender. There are also girls who refuse to lose weight and rant about shallowness and unrealistic beauty standards, yet expect their men to be in good shape.

Also, are you saying you need to be good looking to comment on someone else's looks? That's like saying you have to find all food good unless you're a chef.

Anyway, it just a term that describes females with an attractive body but objectionable face. It's no different than other attractiveness describing terms such as pretty or ugly. I don't know how it can possibly be "ignorant" when such persons arguably do exist, unless you're opposed to people having their own standards of beauty.

interesting idea...

but she shouldnt be a size queen; she should have a great body - which would give him a reason to anna fuck her...
how about maybe he asks to tie her up or hand cuff her instead and she agrees to that...
and then when he has her there and she is sooooo turned on he produces the paper bag and she asks whats that?

he then explains, maybe even has a pic of his ex on it (that would be even more degrading) and she finally agrees in order to get off and so on...

Well, part of what makes it exciting to me is her willing agreement to her humiliation; doing so mid act and so she can get off lessens that (the pic on the bag is a great detail, though).

Feel free to use my idea as a basis and deviate from it, anyway. Your concept is really good and I'd love to read it too if you decide to write it.

 

[JaxRhapsody]

Since you said she was a size queen, maybe during sex, she finds he isn't enough and tells him he need to wear a cock sock or something? I have know idea.I might put this in my long list of promised Story Idea stories. Always a test to practice writing shorter.

 

[callmeismael]

Awkward, shy college girl who's self-conscious about appearances (maybe a feature like a larger-than-average nose (which personally I sorta sexy but I know women can be self-conscious of) has a crush on handsome jock. Tries to work up the courage to flirt with him, the flirting goes nowhere, and she's shamed by some nearby pretty girls for even trying.

He catches her alone, starts berating her for even thinking she had a chance, insults her to the point of tears, but even as she's nearly crying she sees through his jeans that he's got a hard cock. She leaves, confused, unable to understand what she saw and how he treated her.

Every now and then, he'll pass by her in the hall and whisper something mean to her. There's something primal in the way he does it, though. It somehow works her up, because she can tell that it works him up. She hates herself for not hating him, for still having a crush on him, for her feelings increasing rather than decreasing.

One evening, he invites her over to his apartment. She finds his door open. He's not there, but there's a box with a note on the bed, telling her to put everything in the box on. She opens the box to find it filled with sexy lingerie, and... a paper bag. She's insulted, thinks of leaving. She wonders if she put on the lingerie but not the paper bag, if he'd fuck her anyway. So she gets dressed, and examines herself in a full-length mirror. Yes, she has an amazing body, and his choice of lingerie, his guess of her sizes, is perfect. But as she looks at her face, she feels all herself-consciousness and doubt creeping in. Like this face doesn't belong on this body. She hears him outside, and, not knowing what else to do, puts on the paper bag, goes to bed, waits for him.

He's rough and insulting, but the sex is great... or would be great if she could get over the fact that she's wearing a paper-bag on her head. Still, she cums twice, and feels deliciously spent.

Yet afterwards, she hates that she let him do that to her... she considers herself moderately feminist and it feels like a betrayal of everything she stands for as a woman to put up with that sort of treatment. He invites her over again, and this time she refuses. And is pleased with her decision, but that night she can't help masturbating to the fantasy of being with him again.

The next day she's sitting in the cafeteria when he passes by, drops a napkin, and whispers one of his cruel insults to her as he bends down to pick it up. As he continues on, he passes by a table with those same pretty girls that appeared earlier in the story. Our heroine is close enough to hear them talking, and one girl says how hot the guy is, but another girl says not to bother: she went out with him for a while and he made her wear a paper bag...

Our heroine is shocked at this. It's not that she's ugly, it's that he's just a pervert. Does that make it okay? She's not sure. She sits in the cafeteria wondering, trying to decide what she wants, what she can allow herself to do. Finally she takes a brown lunch-bag that's on a table near her, and then does her best, sexiest, walk across the cafeteria, passing the pretty girls, and sits down near him. She runs her hands over the lunch-bag, her fingers tracing its folds. Occasionally tearing its corners. The weirdest tease you'll ever see, but she looks up to see if it's having its desired affect. And he's entranced.

That night, she doesn't wait for an invite. She goes over to his apartment. She puts on a paper-bag in the hallway, knocks on the door. He opens the door, pulls her inside, and immediately ravages her, taking her hard, up against the wall. Again in the kitchen. And then in the bedroom. Over and over until they're both exhausted and fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, she wakes up. She teases his sleeping cock to an erection, then straddles him, sinking down, slowly, gently taking him inside her. For the first time, they're fucking without the paper bag, although still in the dark. She wakes him up like this, and he moans in pleasure. But as he reaches up, feels that she isn't wearing the bag, and protests. She tells him no, calls him a pervert, but says that she understands. She knows what he needs. But she needs to hear him say it: what his perversion is, why he needs it. He admits all of his insecurities, his deep, troubled past and own self-consciousness that has created these fantasies. He's on the verge of tears by the time he has confessed all of this (although still hard inside her, as she gently rocks on his cock).

She reaches over to the bedside and turns on the light. His face is red from the confession. He looks totally bare, transparent, in a way nobody has ever looked to her before. She leans down, kisses him for the first time, tries to convey all of her understanding in that kiss, and he responds tenderly, as though a thank-you for forcing him to confess and for accepting him. Then she sits up, and feeling totally in control, feeling that this is totally her choice, she reaches for the paper bag...




In some ways, I hate this idea, in some ways I like it. Not sure yet.

 

[stronghusband]

interesting idea...

but she shouldnt be a size queen; she should have a great body - which would give him a reason to anna fuck her...
how about maybe he asks to tie her up or hand cuff her instead and she agrees to that...
and then when he has her there and she is sooooo turned on he produces the paper bag and she asks whats that?

he then explains, maybe even has a pic of his ex on it (that would be even more degrading) and she finally agrees in order to get off and so on...

Very interesting story idea. Would love to read that one!