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Long before Payton met M, long before the French cutie was long gone by being frozen solid in the nude in the Yukon, she was a good friend and a world-class connaisseur de fornicateurs étrange or, loosely translated, a true specialist of the freaky fuck. It is true that Payton never sucked one moose cock and never sucked one horse cock. Rather, she had more like 50 of those phallic moose heads down her throat, and she once sucked off the entire equine staff of a whole division of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. You already heard the story of her being a lovely nude sushi platter, when she was the delightful nyotaimori for 50 beautiful lesbians who loved and licked her culinary curves all night long. She also lost her nips and clit in that erotic lez feast, a feat that only fueled her freaky fuckiness. This story shows how Payton further advanced her kinky cravings by further turning Japanese, when she was the bukkake puck for the kinkiest hockey game ever, an event that left 15,000 cheering and left 50 severed cocks and their matching balls in the losers net. It was a charity event, a fund raiser for Jacques LaCock, the star left winger who left his balls on the ice one night after a wicked slap shot hit his you-know-whats you know where. The reattachment surgery bankrupted the entire Canadian health care system, and the other players, with Paytons help, wanted to help their beloved country. The game would be played at high risk but with high reward regardless of the outcome, or, should I say, regardless of the off come. There would be cum on the ice. There would be blood on the ice. There would be no clothes anywhere near the fucking ice. Only razor sharp skates and razor-edged hockey sticks would be there in addition to the toned nude bods. In liberal Canada, this kind of stuff happens every night, so to gain an international well-paying audience, freaky fuckers were flown in to Montreal from all corners of the world. Saudi towel heads packed the arena, hoping it would be a sexist route and nude puck Payton would get her fucking head chopped off by male players wielding sharp sticks, kind of like what happens to one woman every minute or so to cheering male crowds in Mecca. Payton had other plans. Since the age of ten, she had perfected her ice-dance pirouette, and just prior to show time she had her skates sharpened by Samurai craftsmen. To make the ice extra slick, the Zamboni was filled with Arab cum. Before the event, the ice machine was draped with a cover that made it look like a camel so most of the foreign guests were eager to hump it, so to speak, and deposit load after load. The 50 nude hockey players also honored their wounded hero by each doing a Jacques Off on the ice during pre-game warm-ups. A nude but skate-adorned Payton helped receive these fresh cum loads, and by face-off her face was glistening like a glazed donut as she slished and sloshed on her back across the rink. For three 20-minute periods, not one stick whacked Payton, she was so slick and so quick. She was a lively little puck fucker. Occasionally she would let a stick smack her behind but only to use the inertia to start one of her aerial quad axels into a quad of cocks and an octet balls. At every turn, Paytons razor edges sliced, and each player paid the price on the ice. Bloody phallic parts flew everywhere. Bloody testicular parts followed. The nude goalie tried poke checks and kick saves but sooner or later all 50 cocks and all 100 balls were in the net he tried to guard. Payton never was scored on. Her net and her snatch and her ass remained empty all night long. When she built up speed for a shoot out on the goalie who was last to remain intact, the goalie, in a salute to Paytons perfect performance, just stood straight with cock erect and let Payton slice thrice. One if by cock, two if by balls. A nice tribute to the large American crowd. As the cheers were dying, Payton collected her dead trophies and piled them all into the Stanley Cup that had been arranged over an Olympic flame at center ice. She added tons of garlic and several liters of sea salt and pepper. This was her payback to the losers. Each team player who lost was rewarded by knowing that funding for the Jacques Strap Stimulus and Recovery Act would be helping not only Jacques himself but every Canadian. And, the ultimate reward was the victorious and vivacious Payton serving each a delicious ladle full of her special-recipe fresh cock gravy over fries at the after-game banquet.
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