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Three Close Friends

Administrator — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 07:54:01 +0000

The three were good friends, as good as friends could be. Jane and
Rita had met in the sixth grade. Ben, he had always seemed to be there,
like a brother or a cousin. He lived in a house up on the hill, the two
girls lived at the foot. They could party together, talk together, or just
be together.
Jane wasn’t beautiful, but she had a way with men. Her long, light
brown hair and ready smile attracted men. She went through boyfriends like
most people went through twinkies. It was uncommon for her to show up
anywhere with the same guy twice. Every man seemed to have a crush on her,
or have had one at one time. Rita was different; she had one boyfriend for
the past year, Chas. Chas was a football player who had originally been
going out with Jane. He was tall, dark haired and dark eyed. He instantly
entranced Rita with his charm and masculinity. Jane and Ben were afraid;
they knew Chas’s reputation and were afraid that Rita might get hurt.
One weekend, Ben’s parents had left for a week to go to Hawaii. Ben
was sitting around the house, waiting for one of his friends to call him
for a party. He was careful not to let anyone know his parents were
gone–parties were fine, but he didn’t want to clean up afterwards. His
thoughts turned to his girlfriend, Tracy. She had dumped him when she
moved. Ben tried to take it philosophically, but his heart wouldn’t let
him. He wished that his emotions were more like Jane’s. The phone rang.
“Hi?” he answered.
“Ben? Are your parents gone?” It was a measure of how close Ben was
to Jane to let her know this.
“Yeah… Why? You sound upset.”
“We need to use your house.”
“We?”
“Yeah. Chas just dumped Rita.”
“Come on over.” Ben knew what this meant. Rita was so in love with
Chas that she would probably be suicidal with grief. Rita’s parents would
be unsympathetic. A typical comment form them would be “that’s what you get
for dating a jock”. Jane’s parents were probably throwing another party.
They were great at partying. Unfortunately, they were not very quiet
parties. Ben’s house was the only place were they could console Rita.

Jane met Rita at the door. Her fair skin was red from crying. When
she entered the rainy night, the tears were lost. Jane tossed a portion of
her yellow parka over Rita’s red hair. Rita just grabbed Jane around the
shoulder. They climbed the hill to the Mansion-the house were Ben lived.
The steps that ran along the driveway were narrow and difficult to
negotiate in the sunlight, much less on a rainy night. Lightning brightened
the scene for a moment, then thunder lashed the couple. They hurried until
they reached the gate.
“He dumped me for Trisha. She has bigger tits.” said Rita.
“It’ll be all right…”
Jane punched in the code and the gates opened, revealing the final
climb to the Hofsteader Mansion. It was a large, Victorian type structure
that had been added on to each successive generation of Hofsteader. Many of
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Herman’s Revenge

Administrator — Tue, 19 May 2009 07:47:03 +0000

Unlike most of life, in the case of Clarissa and Alex’s

tryst in his office, reality proved better than fantasy.

Practicality, however, suggested that crashing almost an entire

lab of computers (the PC’s were unscathed) was not the best

course of action to reach sexual ecstasy on a regular basis.

Fortunately, Alex’s department had a key for a little used

conference room in the library. It was small, with nice pile

rugs, and best of all, located in a part of the library that was

rarely frequented. So life continued in a rather pleasant fashion

for them both.

As far as the 12 Macs which had suffered from that rather

…End of the part1. To be continued..

HER FIRST BLACK EXPERIENCE

Administrator — Sun, 03 May 2009 08:15:02 +0000

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frantically a number from memory.

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“So sweetheart, Tell your husband that we may be a little late. Oh, by the mean, Kate, Do

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On Lena prearranged cue, the two young blacks checked the time on their wristwatches. Both

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…End of the part1. To be continued..

Biker Weekend

Administrator — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 08:42:04 +0000

Several years ago, before I had my drinking “problem,” I had the
perfect life. I was educated, employed, financially secure – and best of
all – married to a wonderful woman. We had a pretty little house in the
suburbs, and we both taught at a very prestigious private school. Amanda
taught elementary school Reading, and I taught Math in the junior high
grades.
Amanda and I met in college and married soon after we graduated and we
were both virgins on our wedding night. She was smart and pretty and
demurely affectionate. If there was anything less than perfect about her,
it was the fact that she kept a very tight rein on her emotions. Serious,
insecure, and uptight, Amanda even dressed very conservatively, and it was
only for those too-brief moments when her hair was out of the bun and she
was naked, that I could appreciate the true beauty that she was. Her
insecurities even affected her professional life because other teachers
were promoted around her as she remained docile and submissive to the
administration.
One weekend, I found out that Amanda’s bottled-up emotions took a toll
on her, and when the dam finally broke, it had shocking results.

Teaching junior high, I was familiar with teens going through their
rebellious stage. It was a fact of life for me, and I did everything I
could to make the teenager’s angst as painless as possible, while still
teaching my subject. Also, teaching at a good, and very expensive, private
school, meant cooperating with the parents as much as possible. One
troubled teen was a beautiful girl named Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was 15 and in the midst of a powerful revolt against her
very wealthy parents. Big contributors to the school, her parents asked
for and received cooperation from everyone on the staff. Looking back on
that Spring, I realized that I made a mistake by getting too involved with
Elizabeth and her family.
Part of the phase Elizabeth was going through was in selecting “wild”
boyfriends. Her latest was a biker, years older than her, and someone we
all assumed (correctly) was heavily into drugs and a lot of other unsavory
things.
Just before final exams in the Spring, Elizabeth ran away from home.
For whatever reason, she showed up at our door several days later, hungry
and broke, and spent several nights with Amanda and me. We helped her get
through exams and finally talked her into returning home.
About a week after Elizabeth left, I got a call from her boyfriend.
He made it clear that if he ever heard of me touching her again that he
would kill me. He further threatened to get even somehow for what I had
done with his “old lady.” In a near panic, I tried to assure him that
nothing had happened between Elizabeth and me and that my wife had been
with us the entire time. I don’t think he listened to me at all.
Several weeks passed. School let out for the Summer and Amanda and I
prepared for our vacation. We planned a long weekend away over the Fourth
of July and couldn’t wait to leave as soon as Amanda’s summer school class
dismissed at noon on Friday. I had the car packed and ready to go when she
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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American Airlines Cockpit

Administrator — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 08:49:03 +0000

Chicago was receding quickly in the distance, its grid of
streetlights fading to a glow of patterned city blocks against the
deep black stillness of the lake. We climbed higher, gaining altitude
on the first leg of our trip across the Atlantic, bound for England at
Christmastime, December 1992.

She sat rigid beside me, hands clenched, knuckles white
against the metal of the armrests. We’d had a drink while waiting in
the airport, and she’d just ordered another from our flight attendant
in his white and blue uniform, slightly rumpled. Cute, though.
Maybe if she got sufficiently drunk she’d relax enough to survive this
trip. I was matching her drink for drink…they were free, after all,
and we were on vacation.

“How are you doing?”
“Not too bad. You?”
“I’m fine. You know I love flying.”
“I hate you.”

She didn’t mean it, of course. Eight years of friendship
couldn’t be cancelled out by a little acrophobia. But I resolved to
be a little more careful what I said. Time was passing much too
slowly.

Three hours later; almost halfway to England. I, for one, was
thoroughly bored and that rumpled flight attendant with the shock of
Midwestern brown hair and mindless calf eyes was starting to look more
and more inviting. In an effort to distract her, we’d been
complaining about our respective ex-boyfriends and talking about the
joys of sex through the last two or three drinks, and both of us were
now horny as hell. That one of us was bi, and the other one straight
only added to our frustration. We’d gotten to that sad point when we
boasted about all the strange places we’d done it, and all the odd
people we’d done it with.

“Want to join the mile-high-club?”
“With whom? The pimply flight attendant?”
“Yeah, right.”

Surrounding us were hordes of British families, little kids
curled into each other, the seats, their parents. All heading home
for the holidays. Not a single lonely man in sight.

“Hey, babe, I got an idea.”
“Uh huh. I remember your last idea. Almost got us thrown in jail.
And those two guys weren’t worth it.”
“This is much, much better. Just think of those poor lonely pilots in
the cabin. They must be so bored, flying this plane on automatic
across miles and miles of empty ocean. I bet they’re just sitting
back and dreaming of a pair of nubile, 21-yr-old college students
fulfilling their every desire.”
“And you want to fulfill their fantasies, right?”
“Well, maybe not all of their fantasies. They probably ought to keep
their hands on the equipment. But we could provide a
little…entertainment? I dare you to.”
“You what?”
“I dare you to.”
“We’re not kids anymore.”
“Exactly.”

We thought about it for a while. As we worked out the
strictly hypothetical details, it became more and more tempting. The
perfect way to relieve boredom, maybe relieve a little frustration,
and forget about the two idiots we’d left in Chicago. After all, we
were single again now. No ties, no responsibilities. And it would be
a hell of a lot of fun.

“You first.”
“No, you.”
“Together, then?”
“Here goes nothing.”

***

Hell of a flight. The typical crying kids for the first two
hours, then, just when they had all fallen asleep, a drunk guy in
first class started complaining about how he couldn’t sleep and the
drinks were weak and the service was lousy. It had taken two
blankets, three pillows and my own copy of Playboy to shut him up.
Why do people think that the life of a flight attendant is all fun and
games? Jetting to Hawaii isn’t nearly as exciting when you have
to turn around and head to Kansas City half an hour later.

The only bright spot was the pair of babes in aisle thirty. I
could’ve sworn the dark-haired one, who looked Hispanic, winked at me the
last time I went by. Hey, they’re buzzing me.

“Don’t worry, Rina, I’ll get it.”
“Thanks, Mike, I’m crashing.”
“Don’t say that too loud.”
“Very funny.”

Hah. I crack me up. Well, let’s see what they want.
Probably just a pillow.

“Hi, honey.”
“Hello, ma’am, what can I do for you?”
“Well, it’s kind of complicated. See, my friend here, she’s always
wanted to be a pilot, and she’d really love to get a look at the
cockpit. It’s so quiet now, we thought it might be a good time.”
“Ummm…well, I’m not sure if the captain would approve of that,
ma’am”.
“But you could ask, couldn’t you?”
“Sure thing. Just hold on a minute.”

Well, Tony didn’t seem to mind too much, since it was so quiet
and such a slow flight. So I brought them forward. Then things got
really weird.

“What’s your name, captain?”
“I’m Tony, miss, and my co-pilot here is Christopher, and that’s Mike,
your flight attendant, over by the door.”
“Must be pretty boring for you up here…”
“Well, we have to check the instruments fairly often – every twenty
minutes or so.”

The blond looked over at the Hispanic girl, and asked, “Do you
think twenty minutes is enough?” She replied, “Should be plenty.
Check your instruments, please, gentlemen.” and coolly, calmly,
started unbuttoning her shirt.

“Now, gentlemen, we’d like you to settle a little bet for us, if you
don’t mind. My friend and I were debating which of us could do the
best strip-tease. We’d like to demonstrate for you, and ask you to
judge, if that’s okay with you?”

None of us were about to object, that was for sure. The blond
came over to me, and pushed me over a bit so I was leaning against the
door. Then she leaned against a wall and watched the show.

The Hispanic girl had long wavy black hair, almost to her
waist, swinging loose behind her back. She had been wearing a sort of
lacy black sweater, but she’d just finisehd unbuttoning it and was
slipping it off, one smooth brown shoulder at a time. Underneath was
a cropped white tank and a long, loose black skirt.

“What’s next, guys, shirt or skirt?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Anokhi bhabhi
By: shivam
Hi guys this is shivam from Hyderabad. I find it exciting to read about people fucking their chachis bhabhis moms and aunts. So here is my story relating to my sexual exploits with my bhabi (poonam).
Njoiiiiiii I am 17 year old gut staying in Calcutta with my bhaiyaa and bhabhi. My parents live in Delhi. My bhabi poonam is 32 and you know she is my darling. My brother runs his business and has to travel all over the country. He invariably remains on tour for 8 months in a year. So all u guys can imagine the amount of fun I have with my sexy and voluptuous bhabhi. So here begins the story….. My bhabhi got married to my brother a couple of years ago and believe me at that time I had not thought in my wildest dreams that I would be fucking her some day.
I had immense respect for and liked her like all devars like their bhabis. My bhabhi was perfect in all respects. She had a prefect body without a single pound of extra fat. She was quite intelligent as well. Since I and my bhabhi used to spend a lot of time together, we were quite compatible with each other. But let me tell u even in every day life she used to dress like a complete “suhaagan”. Lips red like cherry, with lots of sin door on the forehead, hands completely filled with red bangles, a big mangalsutra and to round it off she always wore a good saree sometimes pink, red, orange, blue and so on.
She looked immensely beautiful even in her daily clothes. I never hesitated in admiring her beauty. Everyday when I used to wake up my bhabhi would me a glass of juice and it was customary for me to say “thanks bhabhi, today u is looking beautiful”. She always took my compliments well and with a smile. I loved her smile a lot. She always had a soft, charming and a warm smile on her face. I used to chat with her a lot and sometimes my bhabhi would sportingly ask me “would kind of wife do u want vivek?” and my answer as usual used to be “just find me your duplicate bhabhi and I will marry her “. Hearing my answer she used to laugh loudly. Days passed by and I got closer and closer to her. Now, I don’t know why, I started to have strange feelings about her.
Whenever I would be resting or sitting alone the thoughts of my bhabhi used to preoccupy my mind. Now thoughts of her beautiful smile, lovely body used to completely fill my brain. Initially I felt guilty for harboring such thoughts about my own bhabhi but later my feelings for her intensified. I realized that was in love with her and now I just thought about her lovely body, great boobs and wide round ass. I had made up my mind to fuck her and was waiting for the right day. After fighting with myself for 3 days I decide to make a bold move. It was a Friday morning and as usual my bhbahi ha dresses her in a pink saree. She was looking sexy. All morning I did not talk to her and after bathing as I was about leave my house for some work this happened…
I went near my bhabhi with my head low, seeing me he smiled and asked “kya baat hai vishal, aajtum itne chup kyun ho?” hearing this I said “bhabi mein aapse kuch kehna chata hun. Mein janta nahin kii is baat ko kaise kahon par mera ye baat kehna bahut jarurihai. Ye sunker shayad aap mujhse nafrat karne lagen” she replied “kya baat hai? Jaldi bolo” and then holding my breath I said” bhabi mujhe lagta hai kii main aapse pyar karne laga hun”. Saying this I just rushed out of the house. Whole day I remained out, thinking about what could be her reaction when I reach home. any way at about 5 in the evening I returned home. I rang the dood bell and my bhabhi opened the door. She looked at me and smiled. I shook my head and rushed into my room, I didn’t have the courage to talk to her. I locked myself in the room for 2 hours pondering about what I had done. At about 7 I came out of my room and for the first time in the day looked at her. As I looked at her, I noticed that her face was expressionless but a noticeable change had taken place.
She was now wearing a red saree and looked completely like a dulhan. I did not read much into that change. That whole evening I did not talk to her. She served me dinner and we sat to watch a bit of television but not a word came out of our mouth at about 9 p.m. My bhabhi went inside and I thought she had gone to the kitchen to fetch me a bit of milk but she didn’t return for the next 15 minutes. I got confused and went inside to see what the matter was. I entered my bhabhis room and found her standing near the mirror. Looking at me she said “ander aao vishal aur darwaza band kar dena” what?????? I thought in my mind. Was it a dream or a reality? Anyway I locked the room and looking at my bhahi I gave her a wicked smile. By now I understood that she also approved of my love. my bhabi came near my and throwing her bangle filled hands around my neck, she gave me a gentle kiss in my lips.
Let me tell u it was the best kiss I ever had. This made me horny and I grabbed her by her waist and gave her a tight kiss on her lips. Then I removed her sarees paloo and started to press her huge breasts. In the mean time she tore off my shirt and loosened the strings of her petticoat. It fell down and now she stood only in her blouse and panty. Her legs were quite beautiful. I tore of her blouse only to find her not wearing a bra! Her breasts looked amazing and I took them in my mouth, sucking milk out of it. After couple of minutes she threw me forcefully on the bed. I watched my bhahi and what a sight it was. My lovely sexy bhabhi only wearing a panty. Her soft boobs completely bare and hands full of red bangles. What a terrific combination! She came near me pulled out my pajama and underwear. My lund was saluting her. She jumped on the bed and took it in her mouth and licked it. I felt relieved, horny, and calm all at the same time.
Then I threw her on the bed and laid myself on her body, kissing every part of it. my bhabi loved every moment of it. I kissed her every body part and then trusted my lund into her cunt. She screamed with pain and pleasure. I pushed it harder until I blasted my cum into it and all this while she groaned “jorse vishal, aur jor lagao” I kept my lund inside her cunt untill I cumed thrice in it. After that I took in out and licked her ass juice. By that time we were burning with heat and sweat. The smell of her armpit and body was like scent to me. Well, we continued to fuck each other for the next 6 hours kissing each other on every body part and from all possible angles. After 6 and a half hour of intensive fucking, I slept on bhabhis body. Next morning I woke up still in the bed, completely naked.
My bhabhi came in the room wearing a sexy nighty which hung on to her body only by two small strings. She had not taken a bath and she smelled great. She came in with a cup of tea and gave it to me like all wives give to their husbands, she laughed looking at me and the stood up, loosened the two strings of her nighty and let it slip out of her body. She was standing bare, without even a panty and jumped into the bed. well u all knows what happened for the next couple of hours. Now, I and my bhabhi r two great lovers and when ever my bhaiyaa is out with work we make sure that we bath together and fuck each other at least 5 hours in the day alone. Sleeping together at night is a different thing. At about 6 in the evening she puts in her sexy nighty not wearing any under garments and when we are about to sleep, she removes it and sleeps completely naked with me. I too sleep without underwear. It facilitates quick fucking.
On Sundays we make it a point of not coming out of bed till 4 in the afternoon. My bhabhi wears whatever saree I ask her to. When I wish to look at her as a dulhan and want to have suhaagraats I ask her to wear a red saree with all her make up. Sometimes at my command she remains completely naked all day! She does not feel ashamed as she considers me her husband when bhaiyaa is out and standing bare in front of your husband is not shameful at all. We love each other immensely and whenever bhaitaa is back we r back to old relationship of devar-bhabhi. although my bhabhi sleeps 4 months in a year with my bhaiyaa she insists that she has never had physical relationship with her.
She says that I am the only one to make use of her body and she even says that she will never allow my bhaiyaa to fuck her. She wishes to have 3 or 4 kids from me and now after two years of immense fun, we r planning to have first of our four babies. After all husband-wife relationship only gets better when kids are born!!! Any unsatisfied bhabhi, chachi mom or even aunts in Hyderabad can contact me at wildchat05@yahoo.com. I will be grateful to satisfy your desires. so all u aunts’ bhabhis chachis in Calcutta contact me quickly and without any hesitation.

Farm Secrets Reviews

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Jerk That Cock Reviews

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Brenda and Sarah

Administrator — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 08:18:02 +0000

As a guy I have always dreamed of watching two women together,

and when it finally happened, it was better than anything I could

have imagined.

Brenda was a 23 year old brunette lesbian that lived next door to

me and my girlfriend. My girlfriend, Sarah, is 21, brunette, and

has a killer slender figure. Brenda used to have at least 3 to 4

girls over to her place every week and I used to whack off at the

thought of what she might be doing with those girls. I didn’t

think that Sarah was even interested in anything bi-sexual until

she caught me masturbating with my ear against the wall that

adjoins Brenda’s apartment bedroom. I confessed everything, and

she told me that she wouldn’t mind ‘doing it’ with Brenda.

The next day when Brenda left her apartment with a laundry basket

full of clothes, Sarah and I followed her with our own basket of

dirty clothes. At the laundry-mat we started our laundry as if

everything was normal and then I took out my Nikon camera, the

one I used while on the high school year book staff, and started

taking pictures of my girlfriend. I suggested that Sarah give me

a breast shot and she gave a shy look at Brenda as if to say ‘is

it okay?’

Brenda watched as I took pictures of a partially nude Sarah and

then finally said ‘Can I join in?’ She joined Sarah and started

kissing her deeply. Sarah then started to unzip Brenda’s jeans

and I couldn’t believe my luck. Sarah completely undressed

Brenda, and Brenda took off Sarah’s pants and then proceeded to

go down on her. Sarah climaxed in no time and then she returned

the favor to Brenda. I asked to join in and Brenda told me that

she doesn’t screw men but she would like to watch me fuck

Sarah… and she did just that.

Asian Tease Reviews

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Mindys mistake

Administrator — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 08:03:03 +0000

Mindy`s mistake
By: Monica
It was a Saturday afternoon and I had just stepped out of the shower after sleeping late when the phone rang. “Hello!” I said.
“Hi Mindy!” the voice on the other side said.
I answered, “Oh, Hi Sherry! What’s up?” Sherry was my best friend. We can talk for hours about work, guys, shopping, clothes, parties, who got kicked off the model show, and too many other things to list. “Not much,” I said. “Maybe thinking about going to the mall. How about you?”
“Want to crash a party tonight?”
“Sure! Whose party?”
“I overheard one of the computer geeks talking about it at work yesterday. I even overheard the address. Wanna go?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “How much fun can a party by computer geeks be, Sherry?”
“c’mon, Mindy! It’ll be fun! If it sucks, we’ll leave, okay?”
That night, Sherry drove us to the address she had scribbled down on a sticky note–a large split-level house out of town by itself on a rural road. We walked past a dozen cars parked along the road and in the dirt driveway. We heard music and crowd noise coming from behind the house, so we followed the walkway around the side, through a breezeway between the house and the garage, through some bushes, and into the party.
A cute blond guy saw us walk through the hedges and came up to us. “Hi, ladies! I’m Brad.”
“Hi!” we both said.
“I’m Mindy.” I said.
“And I’m Sherry,” Sherry said.
“You know Guy?”
“Yeah!” Sherry said. “I know him from work. Is he around?”
“Yeah.” Brad pointed to a bunch of guys standing by the pool. “He’s right there!”
“Oh,” Sherry said, “We better go and say, ‘Hi!’”
“Yeah, but can I get you two some drinks? The bar’s right over there by the patio door.”
“We see it,” I said. “Thanks!”
“c’mon, Sherry,” I whispered.
We took a few steps toward the bar and Sherry whispered, “What’s the matter, Mindy? He was cute!”
“Oh, I don’t know. He was cute, I guess. Just a little pushy.”
One guy was handing out bottles of beer–the good stuff, Heineken, Guinness, Coors, etc.–from a Styrofoam cooler, so with beer in hand, we continued to mingle.
The deejay started to play _It’s Raining Men, _ so Sherry and I got out there and danced together.
By then, we both had to use the facilities, so we followed some people into the house. There was stuff going on inside the house too. While the house wasn’t huge or anything, just a normal-sized split level, there was a bunch of people in the living room sitting and talking. There was a separate media room where a bunch of guys were watching a football game on a big screen TV. We found a bathroom down in the finished basement.
After leaving the bathroom, I joined in a game of Trivial Pursuit that a few people were just setting up. Sherry said it was weird to play board games at a party, so she went back upstairs. I think she went back outside to hook up with that guy.
Some guy came around with a cooler of cold beer, handing bottles out to everyone. I was feeling a little giddy from that first bottle, so I took another.
The game lasted for about an hour, the other team got their last pie piece before us, but we beat them to the center of the board.
“Play again?” one of the girls asked.
“Now, I think I have to look for my ride home.”
“You live around here?” someone asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll give you a ride home.”
“Okay. Thanks.” But I still wanted to find Sherry.
Just as I thought, Sherry was groping that guy to _Layla_ on the dance floor.
I waited for the song to end and caught Sherry. “You going home with him?” I whispered.
She grinned and whispered, “Maybe. Be ready to go, okay?”
But I wasn’t ready to go yet. It was a kind of laid-back, easy-going party, a _fun_ party, and I just made a bunch of new friends playing that game. I told Sherry, “You go on, Sherry. I’ll get my own ride home. But you got to tell me all about him in the morning! Promise?”
“Promise!” Sherry whispered back.
I had to use the facilities again, but there was a waiting line to use the bathroom in the finished basement, and for the lavatory off the kitchen, so I headed up. The top of the stairs turned into a hallway that ended in alcove with about five doors. Which was the bathroom?
I opened one door a crack and looked inside. I gasped at what I saw. I looked over my shoulder and went inside and closed the door behind me.
The room was lined on one wall with bookcases full of paperback novels, old magazines, and computer games. Neat, in a messy sort of way. A computer was on a computer table against the opposite wall. But in the middle of the floor was the oddest-looking contraption.
It was a large rectangular wood box, painted all glossy white, about 3 feet wide 6 feet long and 2 feet high. But the oddest thing is that it had a kind of homemade toilet attached to one end. There were two slots underneath it, one directly under the toilet, and one sort of in the middle of the thing. Those slots contained Tupperware tubs.
It looked to have about the same proportions of a large coffin. That freaked me out, but my curiosity was raging. That’s my compulsion–my fetish. Figuring out odd contraptions. I could see that the rectangular box section was hinged horizontally along one side. I had no choice. I set my beer cup on the corner of the computer table and opened the coffin.
I stood there for about a minute in awe at the innards of the thing.
With the top of the toilet and the box open, it was a long platform about six inches above the floor, about six feet long and two feet wide. There were open stockades that looked to be for a person’s ankles at the far end, and what looked like handcuffs for a person’s wrists on each side. Numerous leather belts lay across it every few inches. Right in the middle was a 6-inch hole under where a person’s butt might go, and a plastic pipe stuck up out of that hole where the person’s crotch would be. One of those plastic Tupperware tubs was directly under the butt hole.
The toilet mechanism on the near end looked like a toilet with a toilet seat and everything. The toilet seat was higher above the floor than a normal toilet seat, but I saw that it had a step in front of it where the users’ feet would go. I glanced into the toilet. Under the seat was a large diameter white plastic funnel. The small end of the funnel opened into darkness below.
That’s when I noticed that the toilet was also hinged horizontally, independent of the coffin box. I swung the top half of the toilet up and over and looked inside. The upper half, of course, was the underside of the funnel, now pointing upward. The bottom half was lined with white plastic, and had a drain pointing into that other Tupperware tub under the toilet section.
My heart pounded. I even felt myself getting moist down there.
I sat in the middle of the platform directly over the hole. Then I stood. I opened the hinged stockades where my ankles would go, and then I sat again. I lay back and rested my head in the lower half of the toilet box and placed my legs in the lower half of the stockades.
I was panting heavily. I suddenly realized that I had already unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse. I jumped up and listened. The party was still going on downstairs, but this part of the house was quiet. No one was around.
I just had to try it. Maybe if I undressed quickly and then dressed again, no one would know I was here.
I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. Then my bra. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my jeans down. Oh, girl! I was standing in just my panties in some total stranger’s house. So there was only one thing to do: I removed my panties. I folded my clothes neatly and placed them on an empty bottom shelf of one of the bookshelves, along with my purse.
I examined the ankle stockade closer. The top half slid into the lower half and had a set of brass latches to hold it in place. Before getting in it, I closed the ankle stocks and latched them. Then I unlatched them
The toilet box also had a set of brass latches opposite the hinged to hold it closed. I closed it, latched it, then unlatched it, and opened it.
Then I lay back in the contraption and wiggled around. It wasn’t at all uncomfortable.
I sat on the bench and lay down. I placed my ankles in the lower half of the stockades and lowered my head into the bottom half of the toilet box. I was pleasantly surprised to feel that it was padded under the back of my head under the plastic.
I sat back up and placed the stockade over my ankles and latched the latches. Then I unlatched them, just to make sure I could. Then I latched them again.
Then I found that PVC pipe and slit it between my legs into a slot in the platform into the Tupperware tub below. Its purpose was suddenly obvious. A slit cut into the pipe pressed against my sex so that I could relieve myself into the Tupperware tub below. The hole in the platform under my behind was large enough so that I could also do poo-poo into the tub.
Next I reached up over my head and swung the toilet box down over my face. It formed a sort of stockade snugly, but not tightly, around my neck
The underside of the funnel pressed against my lips. It was actually a short section of PVC pipe cemented to the bottom of the funnel with Epoxy, and had sawed two slits into bottom of the pipe. I opened my mouth to admit the pipe into my mouth and the toilet seat closed completely, plunging me into complete darkness. It stretched my jaw to let the pipe into my mouth, but the slits for my teeth let me close my jaw a little, so it wasn’t uncomfortable. I reached up and pushed the top half of the toilet up, removing the pipe from my mouth. Then I lowered it again. I reached over and latched the brass latches holding the toilet securely closed.
I was now fastened to the device by my neck and my ankles. The rest of my body was still free to wiggle around.
I reached up and closed the full cover over the device, completely enclosing me inside it to the outside world.
I reached around and buckled each of the belt straps around each of my thighs, then across my belly and chest.
At that point, only my arms and wrists were free. I could still undo everything I had done and let myself out of this thing.
I placed my wrists in the handcuffs, but didn’t latch them. I just lay there, breathing through my mouth that was held open by that pipe attached to the bottom of the funnel.
What a rush!
I heard a click. I heard another click. Without thinking, I latched the handcuffs onto my wrists. Oh, girl! What have I done? What have I done!
Maybe the cuffs didn’t really catch. I tried to gently open them; but they wouldn’t open. I tried to pull my wrists through; but my wrists wouldn’t fit.
I struggled, but I was belted in tightly. The ankle stocks and the head box, I knew, were sturdy and latched securely.
I was so wet down there; I bet I was dripping my own juices into that pipe like I was peeing. That’s when I remembered why I had gone exploring. I relaxed my bladder and let my pee flow into that pipe. I heard it dribbling into that Tupperware tub below my butt.
My body was now a part of the machine. So now what do I do?
There was nothing I could do. I thought about calling out, but the party was still going on. What would someone make of me locked into this toilet device? Maybe Sherry hadn’t left yet and was looking for me. She was the only one who knew of my bizarre fetish. If she stumbled into this room and saw this contraption, she would know instantly where I was.
Hours passed. I heard the party noised subside.
Maybe if the party ended, the owner of the house would be alone and would let me out. He would have to understand! His fetish had to be as bizarre as mine is for him to have built this thing, right?
I tried to yell out, but with that pipe in my mouth, all I could make was a wispy, “Aaaaaaah…” sound.
More hours passed. I peed a few more times into that pipe. This device seemed to be designed to keep a person locked in it as a permanent component. That was a sobering thought.
I eventually dozed off. I think I slept for a good while until I heard a door open.
“Oh shit!” I heard some guy in the room. The voice was muffled through the thick wood of the contraption. “Who was messing around in here? Left their beer on my computer table. Jeez!”
The mention of beer made my mouth water. I’d been locked in this think all night and I was so thirsty!
I heard more footsteps leave the room and return a few minutes later. Then I heard the familiar musical tone of a Windows PC turning on.
I thought about calling out, but I was terrified with him in the room. I didn’t even know him. I bet he doesn’t even know I’m trapped inside his device. I don’t curse very often, but _Shit! I’m screwed! _
A little later, a phone rang. That same male voice said, “Hello!”
…
“Oh, hi Brad? Did ya’ like my party last night?”
…
“Really, man? You got lucky? Who was it?”
…
“Yeah? That girl you left with? What was her name?”
…
“Hmmm, Sherry?”
…
“Uh, huh. Uh, huh.”
…
“Never saw her before last night.”
…
“Uh, huh.”
…
“You don’t say! Her friend never came home?”
…
“Nope.”
…
“Mindy? I don’t recall the name. What does she look like?”
…
“Oh, yeah, I saw her and that other girl dancing together a little bit, and then I never saw her again. I think she left around the time you left with Sherry.”
…
“So You gonna call her again? Okay, later, dude.”
…
“Yeah. Bye.”
I heard him typing on his computer after that. He still doesn’t seem to know I’m there. Maybe I should call out, but I’m so freaking scared! I can’t let a guy I don’t know see me naked locked inside this thing. What if he rapes me instead of letting me out? I tried to be as quiet as I could. Maybe I could try to work my hands loose on my own again tonight.
About an hour later, the phone rang again. He said, “Hello!”
…
“Detective Jones?”
…
“Yeah I had a party at my house last night.”
…
“The missing girl? Mindy? No, I don’t know her. She and her friend just kinda crashed my party last night. Not that I minded. Glad to have more people, you know. But I never saw her before last night.”
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“Uh, I’m not sure. I think they showed up about 9:00. But there was so many people last night; I didn’t even get to talk to them.”
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“Well, her friend, Sherry, went home with a guy I know. I thought they all left at around the same time.”
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“Uh, a little after 11:00 I think Mindy and Sherry left with Brad.”
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“Yeah. His name is Brad Walker.”
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“Sure, no problem. 123 Main street. 867-5309.”
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“You’re welcome, Detective. I sure hope you find her!”
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“Yeah, If I hear anything about her I’ll call you.”
…
“Okay. Bye.”
Oh girl! The police are looking for me! I’ll just lie low and try to escape from this thing again tonight. He’ll never know I was here.
He returned to his computer. I could hear the clickety-click on the keyboard for the next few hours. It was getting uncomfortable with this pipe jammed in my mouth, though I was feeling so horny strapped into his device. Yet, my mouth was so dry from breathing through my mouth. I was dying of thirst, and my stomach was starting to growl. I wasn’t sure I could wait until night to escape.
He left the room, and I tried to pull my hands through the cuffs. I pulled and pulled until it felt like my wrists were raw, but I couldn’t free my hands. I’m so fucked!
I had to take a dump, and I was again glad for the thorough way he designed this device. I let my poop fall into that Tupperware tub under that hole under my butt. Then I peed a little more into that pipe.
I was so incredibly thirsty. My mouth was parched. I understood now why people adrift at sea drink salt water, knowing it would kill them.
I heard footsteps again.
“What’s that smell?” he said.
A few more footsteps. “What the? whose shit is that?”
Another two footsteps. “Holy shit! I see a tongue wiggling down at the bottom of the funnel! Is that you Diane?”
_Diane? No! I’m Mindy._ “Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” I screeched with that pipe jammed in my mouth.
“I can’t understand what you’re saying, Diane. But this is such a surprise! I know you said you wanted to try my toilet slave machine, but I never expected you to put yourself inside it like this last night.”
“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed. _I’m not Diane, you idiot! I’m Mindy! Let me out! _ “Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!”
“Well, I guess you’re thirsty, huh, Diane?”
_Oh girl! I’m so thirsty! But_ please _don’t piss in my mouth! Please! _
I heard movement and shuffling. A zipper zipped open. _Oh girl! No! _ Water splashed against the funnel, echoing loudly inside that toilet box.
I tried to close my mouth. I clamped my teeth down on that pipe with all the strength in my jaw. The PVC pipe held my mouth wide open.
A stream of warm liquid dribbled into my mouth from the pipe. It tasted salty. Then, _gaaaa! _ It tasted like piss! It tasted like a smelly pissy bathroom in a dirty bar.
His filthy urine collected at the back of my throat while he continued to pee against the side of the funnel. My mouth was nearly full of piss when he stopped. Then he squired a short stream against the funnel. Then another.
I heard him zip his pants back up and leave the room. Oh, girl! I couldn’t breathe with my mouth full of his pee. I tried to blow it out, but that just swished it around inside my mouth. Now, I had to take a breath even worse.
I had no choice. Okay, I had a choice. I could swallow his filth, or I could die. As hard as it was with my jaw held wide open, I swallowed, and swallowed again. The only way I was going to take another breath was to chug it all down. Every drop.
Finally, I took a sweet breath. Then I felt like puking. I resisted. I knew that if I puked, I’d just puke it up into the pipe in my mouth and have to swallow it again to breathe. Don’t puke! Don’t puke! Don’t puke!
_Oh, this is so sick! How could I have done this to myself? At least I wasn’t thirsty any more._
Some time later, he came in again and unzipped his pants. The taste of his piss was still in my mouth from the last time he peed.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” I screamed.
He said, “What does ‘Ahhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh’ mean, Diane? That’s not the Morse-code safe-word you said you would use, you know.”
His hot salty piss splashed against the funnel and into my mouth again. It wasn’t so bad this second time.
Yet, my stomach hadn’t stopped growling for hours. I was starving! He had to let me out to eat! Or drop some food into the funnel. He couldn’t let _”Diane”_ starve!
It must have been night, for I eventually dozed off again. But something woke me. I heard footsteps again. I was so thirsty that I sucked down his salty piss. Then I heard a soft bump and felt the head box wobble a little.
I heard a short hissing sound echo inside the funnel.
A moment later, I heard, like a sucking sound, followed by a thud against the funnel. Something soft, wet, and sticky dropped into my mouth. _Gaaaaaaa! No! _
I felt like puking again. Just knowing that there was a lump of someone else’s shit in my mouth made me feel flush and nauseous. It was resting against the back of my throat. Then another banged against the funnel and slid into my mouth a moment later.
I pushed it out of my mouth back up the pipe with my tongue. That was the most disgusting thing I ever had to do in my life–push shit out of my mouth with my tongue. But all the shit blocking the pipe blocked air from getting in. I couldn’t breathe again.
Then he shit another turd into the funnel.
I realized my mistake too late. Now I would have three huge turds of shit in my mouth to chew and swallow before I could breathe again. I moved my tongue aside let his shit drop into my mouth.
Oh girl! It was stringy, lumpy, and syrupy, and chewy, all in one! And the taste! The taste of shit! Shit tastes worse than it smells! I must be one of the few people in the world who knows what shit tastes like–bitter and smoky.
At least it was so soft that I didn’t need to chew it. I just swallowed it little by little until it was all down, then I took a sweet breath of cool fresh air. Then he dropped another turd into the funnel and into my mouth. This one, I swallowed right away.
I think he stood after that, because the box wobbled a little again. Then he peed once more, rinsing a few bits of shit into my mouth. At least it helped wash the taste of shit down, if just a little.
I dozed again after he left me in my misery. I awoke surprised that I could fall asleep flat on my back with a pipe jammed in my mouth. I dozed off and on during the night with the acrid taste of his shit in my mouth. Eventually, I was slept out. I lay awake for hours, not hearing a sound. Was it Monday morning now? Where was he? Oh, the boredom!
_Ah, beautiful footsteps! Give me your pee! I’m so thirsty again! _ I heard him walk up to me, then his warm pee splashed against the funnel and into my mouth. His pee was so refreshing! Am I sick?
Hours passed before he came to use me again. As the day wore on, he peed a few times, satisfying my thirst each time.
Every so often, I would moan “Ahhhhhhhh! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh! Ah!” trying to hit upon that random Morse code safe-word that Diane told him she would use.
That evening, he dropped a pill of some kind into my mouth. It was chewy and tasted like strawberry, like a multi-vitamin. Then he gave me a squirt of piss to wash it down.
The following day, my own poo was loose and watery into that Tupperware tub under my ass. Cleaning that up serves him right!
I gradually lost count of the times I drank his pee and ate his shit. I had no idea how many days had passed, even.
The phone rang one evening (at least I thought it was evening) while he was typing at his computer in the room.
He said, “Hello?”
…
“Hey Brad! What’s up?”
…
Really?”
…
“Yeah, the cops came around here a few days ago, too; crawling through the woods behind my house all day long.”
…
“Yeah, I was talking to one. He said that the odds make it unlikely they’ll find her alive after 48 hours. They said they’ll probably close the case if they don’t find her soon.”
…
“Then the reporters came around too.”
…
“Yeah, even a TV crew from Network 21 was out in front of my house yesterday.”
…
“Yeah! Monique interviewed me! Man, she’s hot!”
“Yeah.”
…
“So you going with that girl? Sherry?”
…
“Great!”
…
“Okay. See you. Bye!”
After untold days, weeks, and months had passed, I had been subsisting entirely on his piss and shit. I had lost count of the time that I had been built into his toilet slave machine. I hated to think what my complexion looked like. Forget my complexion, I must have been fired from my job, missed a rent payment or two, and a couple of car payments. All my other bills, too. Oh girl! My life is totally screwed!
His phone rang while he was typing at his computer again. “Hello.”
…
“D-D-Diane? I, I?”
…
“No, I’m just really, _really_ surprised to hear from you.”
…
“Well, er, I suddenly seem to have a little mystery on my hands.”
…
“I don’t know.”
….
“Look, Diane. This isn’t a good time to talk. Can I call you back a little later?”
…
“No! Nothing’s wrong!”
…
“I’ll explain when I call you back, okay. I gotta go!”
…
“Yeah, love you too, bye!”
_Was that_ the _Diane he was just talking to? _ He stepped up to the toilet and said, “You’re not Diane! So who the hell is in there?”
I heard him fumble with the latches on the outside of head box next to my ear. He lifted the box, pulling that pipe out of my mouth for the first time in weeks. Sweet relief!
He looked down at me and said, “Who the hell are you?”
I coughed a few times and answered, “I’m Mindy.”
“Holy shit! You’re that missing girl!”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“What are you doing in there?”
“When I saw your thing here. I just couldn’t help myself. Are you gonna let me out now?”
He didn’t answer. He just stood there staring off into space.
“Please!” I begged. “Please! You have to let me out! You have to! Please!”
He sighed. “Where do you live?” he asked.
“I live–uhm–how long has it been since your party?”
“Hmmm, a little over two months.”
“Oh shit! Then I don’t live anywhere. My landlord is such a jerk. He would have rented my place out by now. My car is probably repossessed. Everything I ever owned is gone. Maybe Sherry will let me live with her.” I started to cry. “I don’t know what do to any more.”
“Mindy,” he said slowly. “Everyone’s looking for you. If I let you go, suddenly the police, the newspapers, and everyone is going to be into my business.”
I didn’t like the way that sounded. “But?” I asked.
“I can’t have that.”
“Please!”
“I’m sorry Mindy, but your body is now part of my machine. Permanently.”
He lowered the toilet back onto my face. “Noooo!” I screamed until the pipe forced itself into my mouth again.
He gave me some pee to drink, and then walked out of the room.
* END *

Starring role

Administrator — Tue, 11 Sep 2007 07:34:02 +0000

Starring role
By: ISS
She was small, and somehow childlike even though her eyes were wise
and her gait determined. A casual observer would notice the grace in her
step, and admire the resoluteness in the pose of her head; she seemed to be
searching for something, but gave the impression its find would be unexpected.
Like a sleepwalker, perhaps, or just a solemn little girl playing hide-and-
seek with an imaginary friend.
Soft, shimmering folds of cloth fell in a swirl from her almost
too-high Imperial neckline. She was long-limbed but short-waisted and favored
this style for its complementary treatment of this imperfection. Her grey
eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the glossy surface of the
domed metal corridor, and her pensive look spoke volumes on her self-esteem.
Her lips were next to widen as a tall figure moved into view directly behind
her.
“Oh, sir, I hadn’t expected to see you…you startled me.” she
lilted delicately in a surprisingly mature tone.
“I can see that.” smiled the older, silver-haired man whom she turned
to face. “I’d been told you were looking for me, so I decided to shorten your
trip. Would you prefer the lounge, or is my office more suited to the
matter?”
“The lounge would be alright, I suppose. It’s nothing of any real
urgency, but I thought you might like to hear this from me, first; it is my
assignment, after all.” she smiled in return.
“Cut! Okay, we’ve been here long enough for tonight, and that’s a
wrap for this scene. We’ll pick up at 9 am with the reshoot of scene 2 –
that footage doesn’t look as good as it could. Remember, everybody, plenty
of sleep and be ready for another full day of shooting tomorrow. We’re
doing good and we’re staying on schedule, let’s keep it up!” The director
stood as he said this and the crew began breaking up the equipment. The
actors gathered belongings, hoping to change in their trailors and have
enough time to beat the late traffic; the two on stage allowed their
characters to leave them, slowly.
“Amelia, you’re doing a wonderful job. It’s amazing to me that you’ve
never filmed before! Stage actors are rarely this poised when it comes to
making movies.”
“Yes, well, it’s new but it’s fun. I’ve been told I’m a natural,”
she replied with the nonchalance of someone who’s not sure she’s really been
paid a compliment, “but I think it’s just luck: good luck to have my founder-
ing ego boosted by some of the best actors in the business.”
Shedding his role like a lazy chameleon, Patrick resumed his natural
British accent; a reversal, of sorts, as she regained the oddly-inflected,
strangely neutral “American” accent of her own. “I think your ego is a
healthy one, no worries there.” he chuckled. “Would you like to go into town
and have dinner this evening? I’m absolutely cringing at the thought of
another repast in my cabin, and I’d enjoy the company.”
“Sleeping was my only other option tonight, someone borrowed my cards
and I can’t play solitaire without them, so, why not?” Her mischievous grin
was infectious, and the two of them laughed as they parted to their respective
trailors.
Escaping the gown was a monumental achievement, its stays and pins
being reminiscent of a straitjacket; Amelia was almost afronted at being
forced to hide her perfectly good, natural figure within its confines. Oh,
well, it was her chosen occupation and this was one of its hazards. She
smiled again, and blushed…Patrick Harrison, for all his status as an
*actor*, on stage and off, was proving a delightful new friend. He was still
the dashing, impeccably-attired, prematurely-greying hero whose exploits
shaped her life; he had, of course, grown into his grey a bit and he’d look
equally impeccable in a tuxedo or faded denims. Now, here she was, in what
was being touted as the hottest movie of the season in a year studded with
spectacular releases; the leading female role opposite the man she’d fallen
in love with when she was a little girl. A sci-fi flick, at that! The
ultra-futuristic sets made her marvel, even though they were just mock-ups.
Well, with all the praise she was receiving, as well as the prompting and
approval of others in the field whose names had been household words for
years made her feel more at-ease with her success. She rushed at the last
minute, mindful of Patrick’s waiting and aware that her own unbidden fears
of making a fool of herself in such glamorous company could prey too heavily
on her mind to allow sleep if she let it get too great an advantage.
“Oh, there you are. You surprise me, Amelia, most women take their
time and make a man’s stomach go through horrible agonies waiting for their
suppers. I approve.”
That, spoken with such a serious face, caused Amelia to break out in
giggles. He Patrick was, if nothing else, a very entertaining and diverting
fellow. If he hadn’t been there she honestly believed the “magic” would have
been missing from the film completely. Such spontaneity put her at her ease
immediately, and he seemed genuinely to like her.
Patrick cocked his head, then cocked his left eyebrow, returned her
smile and gestured to the door. They left quickly, eager to be rid of the
site for awhile and anticipating “real food” at an unspecified restaurant in
the town below.
“…and then we switched places, and soon everyone in the chorus was
playing `musical chairs’!” laughed Patrick. Reminiscing was pleasant with
Amelia; she seemed to enjoy his discourse, and found amusing those exploits
he’d all but forgotten. At forty-three he was still in his prime, but he’d
started so young that many of his memories of the stage were more than twenty-
five years in the past. She was a novice, just starting out in her first
large part and showing tremendous promise — he was happy to be a part of this
experience for her, and knew she depended on him a great deal. She was per-
haps twenty-four or -five, but commanded much dignity for one so young. She’d
go far…
Amelia laughed with childish eagerness, amazed to hear some of the
finer points of the behind-stage antics of what were some of her favorite
productions. She was dressed in a light, summery dress that grazed her
shoulders and allowed her freedom of movement, weary of the tightly clinging
garments she wore for the better part of each day of filming. She leaned
toward him in a gesture of innocence and trust, delineating even more the
small space between them. They’d almost finished their meal, a pasta made
sweet with basil and herbs and accompanied by a chickory salad and a good
white wine. The waiters brought extra tidbits throughout the evening to
Amelia, who jokingly passed them along to Patrick. They both declined a
sweet, looking forward to a coffee in the quiet of the trailers later.
“Shall we go now, before these Lotharios decide to tag along behind
you?” he quipped. It was getting late and they did have to be ready for
makeup at 6 o’clock in the morning.
“Hmm…I suppose we should. It’s a shame to have to stop our talk
here, though. I’ve been learning a lot from you, Patrick, and I appreciate
the fact that you’re here when I need you. I’d like the opportunity to get
to know you better, I think we have the potential to become good friends.
Maybe you can even be my mentor.” she teased.
“Or, perhaps, your Svengali. I’ve always fancied myself a psycho-
logical Frankenstein…” mused Patrick.
The drive back was uneventful and decidedly too short. The night
was perfect for a long walk, but they didn’t have the time to call their own.
“Would you like to have a nightcap? I really don’t want to end the
evening right now. I have a good recipe for Irish coffee…” Amelia offered.
“Alright, but we’d best part company soon. We are creatures of our
contracts, you know.”
“It doesn’t take that long to make coffee, and I’m sure you’ll make
short work of the drink…you did with everything else tonight! How you can
eat calamari I’ll never know!”
“I like squid.” was his typical reply.
“You know, I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time; I can hardly
believe I’m actually working with you on a movie!” breathed Amelia, with
something akin to wonder. Her coffee was long since gone, and Patrick was
having his third. The surrealism of the past weeks’ events, coupled with
the alcohol which always made her introspective, produced a quality of
vulnerability in her expression. She leaned against Patrick as naturally
as though it were a lifelong habit, and his arms encircled her gently.
“Have you?” he whispered. It was an unusual friendship they shared,
founded on mutual respect and admiration. They had come to know each other
very well in a short period of time, and he brooded on the fact that he may
have allowed himself to become too close. She was everything he’d ever
imagined she’d be in their shared art, and would grow even more than she
already had, given the chance. And he didn’t feel the least constrained,
wasn’t bored by her chatter and didn’t dread her company as he did with most
of his leads. Amelia was, in his estimation, the epitome of the ideal
companion.
“Patrick? What’s the matter?” she asked. He stiffened a bit, a
little annoyed she sensed his moods so easily. He’d never before been an
easy cipher.
“Nothing, I’m just thinking.” He relaxed, and chided himself. It
was a lucky man who could win the concern of a woman like Amelia. “I’ve
been reflecting on how quickly we’ve gone through the traditional getting-to-
know-you phase of this relationship. It’s uncanny how easy it is for you to
read me.”
“Oh.” Grey eyes gazed out into the dim room. Then a warm body
pressed into his, and the kitten-soft lashes framing those glorious eyes
brushed his cheek. Their fluttering, and the light, shallow breath pulsing
against his throat made Patrick Harrison, a normally deliberate and con-
scientious man, renowned the world over for his ability to bring strength
to any production whose presence he graced, miss his cue for the first time
in his life; only when Amelia half-smiled, and pulled his mouth to hers, did
he realize he’d stopped breathing.
They kissed exquisitely, cherishing the contours of each others’
lips, and teeth, and tongues. Exhaling rapidly into her mouth, Patrick
almost stopped cold at the feelings she elicited in him. It was a shock to
experience such joy, and tenderness, and passion… he had been blase about
the whole issue of sex after the tumultuous three years or so following his
awkward first fumblings with a girl he’d thought he loved. Now, this sweet
creature had reawakened emotions he’d believed long-dead. He moaned against
her cheek, raining kisses along her eyelids and nose. Amelia nuzzled his
jaw, amazed at her own, intense desires. She didn’t know what she should
do, though, not being sure what Patrick would like; he wasn’t exactly a
schoolboy, he was decidedly a man who knew his own mind. Her own mind was
refusing to respond, anyway, her pleasure sensors taking over…she
abandoned reason and gave in to more primal instincts.
Amelia felt large, warm hands caressing her back. Patrick pulled
her with him as he reclined, and held her on top of him. She was writhing
sensuously against him, and teasing his throat with light nips and occasional
flicks of her tongue; he responded in kind, tracing her jaw from her chin to
her ear and sucking the lobe. Her breathing quickened perceptibly and she
ground her hips against his. She was driving the hardening, thickening length
of his penis against her swelling mound, rubbing up and down and making her
moves more precise and deliberate. Patrick, in answer, pulled the skirt of
her dress up over her thigh and began kneading her tender flesh. His penis
was so full now he felt as though he’d explode.
“Amelia, help me. Lift up so I can pull this damned dress off you!”
he whispered. His vocal cords would have been useless for anything else.
Amelia got up abruptly, lifting her dress up in one swift movement.
Her breasts were small, but high and firm and she had no need for a bra. Her
panties were tiny scraps of white cotton held together with lace, a tiny
curtain for the triangle of curly blonde hair trying to peep through. Her
eyes lowering suddenly, she blushed; it served to make her look even more
enticing, and shifted subtly the tint in her small, pink nipples. Then, with
a determined look, she reached down to Patrick’s shirt and started to
unbutton it.
Her hair fell in honeyed waves as she leaned forward, and Patrick
caught a handful and kissed it swiftly. He could barely keep his hands off
her, but he wanted to let her make all the moves. She reached in as his shirt
was half undone and ran her hands lightly over his chest and across his
nipples. She rolled her thumbs and forefingers around them gently, and gave
slight, insistent pulls until they were so erect they ached; he finished
taking off his shirt and pulled her head softly to his chest. Amelia touched
the tip of her tongue briefly to each nipple, then circled first one, then
the other before fastening on them. She allowed one hand to drift down over
the bulge she’d thrilled to earlier, to massage its length and to caress it.
Her other hand occupied itself with Patrick’s other nipple, his entire body
now sensitive to her every move.
Amelia worked her fingers underneath his waistband, teasing him. He
unzipped his slacks and pushed her away enough for him to slide them halfway
off. She rose, and pulled him by his hands; he stepped out of the pants and
positioned his thumbs inside the waist of his briefs, but she caught his
hands and pulled them away. She knelt before him and pulled down, slowly, on
the undergarment until his penis was in full view. Amelia smiled, and hugged
his thighs; then she placed her tongue on the base of his penis and began
stroking him up and down, sucking with her lips at the base of the glans and
lowering her mouth over the whole organ. Patrick wove his hands into her
hair, and held her, and thrusted into her throat whenever she covered him.
She was soft and gentle and yielding and she was doing the most incredible
things to him with those luscious lips!
With growing intensity she sucked every inch of him, wrapping her
tongue around him and massaging his tightly clenched buttocks. She had him
at her mercy, she knew; she was also aware, for the first time, that she was
the one who’d initiated contact to begin with. It was with some amazement
that she realized he was shaking and whispering her name…
“Patrick? Are you alright?” she queried with a bemused smile.
“Dear God, Amelia, you don’t know what you’ve done to me! I’m an old
man, remember? I don’t think I can move.” he breathed as he collapsed onto
the couch. Amelia leaned forward and kissed him lightly.
“Would you like to try to get as far as the bedroom? Once there you
won’t have to do *too* much.”
With that promise in mind Patrick found the strength necessary to
follow right behind her.
“Here, isn’t this better?” She held out her hands to him and pulled
him down beside her. He quickly pinned her to the bed and began kissing
her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth; making her gasp aloud as his lips
and tongue traveled down her throat and lit on her breasts. He circled
the dark pink aureoles, one after the other, lavishing his tongue over each
nipple and teasing them until they stood tautly away from her breasts.
Patrick was the one to take note, this time, of the effect his efforts were
having — Amelia’s mouth was drawn into a small “o” and her eyes were tightly
closed. Her skin was incredibly smooth, he thought, scented of baby powder
and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Amelia’s eyes flew open as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting
her hips out and opening herself to Patrick’s exploring tongue. She wasn’t
expecting such a sudden change in his attentions, and this unpreparedness
compounded the searing heat in her loins. His fingers penetrated the soft
folds of her labia, searching for and spreading her natural lubrication. The
tip of his tongue buried itself just above her clitoris and, having found the
rapidly swelling organ, began circling it. His lips teased as well, sucking
gently then kissing the little button of deep-pink flesh until it was nearly
double its original size. Patrick balanced much of his weight on his elbows,
which were atop Amelia’s thighs, to keep her from bucking and finishing this
game too soon…there were many more tricks to teach her before allowing her
to reach her climax.
“Patrick…more, please, more…can’t take much more of this!” she
begged. Her whole body seemed numb, all her senses centred on the remarkable
feelings his tongue and fingers were eliciting. He slipped his tongue into
her vagina, savoring the sweetness that was almost overpowering. He could
feel her muscles contract in an involuntary effort to drag his face even
closer than he already was, and knew it was time to give her what she (and
he) both wanted.
Patrick pulled himself to his knees and gazed into the fevered eyes
and flushed face of the beautiful girl who had become a part of his life in
an incredibly short time. She sincerely liked him, he could tell…and he
liked her *very* much. The emotional always enhanced the physical…
“Please, don’t stop now, I need you, Patrick! I want you to make love
to me.” Her simple plea was a ragged whisper, and her hips twitched in
anticipation of his next move. He grasped them and lifted them and positioned
the tip of his penis at the glistening entrance of her vagina. With infinite
slowness, and great care to prevent her hips from moving, he penetrated her
completely. Her creamy folds engulfed his length, and he could see her now-
protruding clitoris quiver in hopes of direct stimulation. Patrick massaged
her buttocks firmly and tightly, and began to grind himself into her; he
withdrew reluctantly, then pulled her to him as he thrust. He felt her legs
encircle him and draw him closer, but he retained his control and refused to
put down her hips. Her vagina was tight, but her natural secretions made it
wet and inviting.
He placed one hand under the small of her back and brought the other
around front. Her quiet moans crescendoed as he used his thumb to rub her
clitoris, and he felt her body shake. Amelia pulled herself forward and
grabbed Patrick’s head, drawing him to her waiting, open mouth. He moved
slowly downward, releasing her lower body and hugging her to him as he reached
for her kiss; as their lips met he began thrusting methodically and deliber-
ately, increasing his tempo quickly. Their pelvises ground together and their
legs entwined and, after that well-timed kiss, their eyes remained locked.
The intensity of their rythmic coupling made them lose track of time.
Amelia felt the first tiny quivers of orgasm building and tightened her hold
on Patrick’s back. He followed her pace, allowing himself to loosen his
restraint and begin his own climb towards release. Waves of excitement and
sexual heat rippled through her spine and focused on her vagina as his penis
stroked her insides faster and faster: her clitoris seemed to reach out to
him and was rewarded with a throbbing assault by his pelvic bones. His
testicles slapped against her with every thrust, and the backs of her thighs
and her buttocks were brushed and tickled by his thick nest of pubic hair.
Breathing heavily, and hearing his blood scream in his ears, Patrick
forced himself to hold back until he felt her vagina constrict against him,
proof of her own orgasm. It was vitally important to him to make this good
for Amelia, and watching the look on her face as she climaxed would enhance
his own enjoyment. She was caught up in the incredibly fast pace of their
lovemaking, and was thrusting back as strongly and eagerly as he. The
seeming innocence in her eyes created the strangest sensation of longing in
him, made him want to hold her forever and satisfy her every desire; that
last he could do, obviously — he grinned, then grimaced as a spark of
urgency spurred him on to even more furious lunges.
“Pat, I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” shrieked Amelia, clawing him to her
and locking him between her legs. She bucked and pushed against his back,
driving him even further inside her. His testicles demanded release, and
he drove into her with a shudder.
“Amelia…so good…oh, God, Amelia…” he breathed as he felt his
semen shoot through the tip of his penis and into her quaking vagina. They
lay tangled together until they fell asleep.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Patrick whispered into Amelia’s ear. It
would soon be time to be made up for the morning’s filming and his sixth
sense for time had awoken him on schedule. Her honey-colored hair fanned
across her cheek, and he brushed it away as she opened her eyes. She saw
him and smiled, then stretched and looked for all the world like a sleepy
kitten.
“Hmm…I almost thought last night was just a dream, Patrick. I feel
so *good* this morning!” she purred, “…and hungry.” as an afterthought.
“Well, you should be hungry, after all that exercise.” he teased.
“I never would have believed it would be like this if anyone had told
me…I’d always heard it would be painful.” mused Amelia.
With a start Patrick turned: “You’re not telling me this was your
first time?” The incredulity on his face made her laugh.
“Yes, Patrick, you `deflowered’ me!” quipped she with much amusement.
“Oh, Amelia, I’m sorry — I had no idea, you should have told me -”
“Patrick,” she interrupted, “I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I
still want to be with you, to go out with you, to stay in with you. I like
what you taught me about myself, and I appreciate the fact that you were
gentle even though you didn’t know I’d never done it before. I guess I’ve
just never wanted to before…you’re the only man I’ve ever been this com-
fortable with and I don’t want you to feel guilty about making me feel good!”
With a slow smile Patrick held out his arms and she snuggled against
him eagerly. “I suppose I’m too old-fashioned to take the surrender of your
virginity that lightly. I like you, Amelia, and that could turn into some-
thing more with time. And Heaven knows we have time!”
“You never know…but I’d like to have you teach me about some of the
finer points of lovemaking. I’m sure I can be a good pupil.” she said as she
pulled away and started to rise; “Why don’t we practice again tonight?”

gay quest

Administrator — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 07:50:03 +0000

The next spunk he sucked so devotedly out of me was Brian’s, his own boss’s, the

very bank official who had first sent him here. It happened the first day after

Jim’s total makeover, when without being fully aware of it Jim had committed to

dressing and looking like a woman for good, the first day after his three-week

full-time crash course in femininity had gotten under way. I thought of telling

Jim this to mortify him, that he was sucking his boss’s cock at one remove, but I

couldn’t violate client confidentiality. Then I realized that with Brian’s

cooperation I could convert Jim completely and irreversibly by the end of the

three weeks available. So why shouldn’t he suck his boss’s cock directly, and

enjoy it? Many women do. No news there!

I mentioned to Brian that I had this curious transsexual client, a man he had

recommended to me who now thought he was really a woman and who thinks semen on a

cock tastes like melted ice cream. Brian immediately recognized that it was Jim,

as I’d intended, and immediately asked for an introduction to this “lady” who

felt so impelled to suck cock. He’d wondered what was happening with Jim

because, as he said, Jim’s perfume and make-up had been duly noticed by everyone.

In fact he’d become something of an embarrassment, fixing his face daily,

arranging his hair like a woman’s even while he pretended to be a man, so he’d

been reassigned to a back office.

I asked Brian straight out, would he let Jim suck his cock. He was amused by the

idea. He quipped that many employees seem willing in order to secure

professional advancement, but even so, he’d have trouble letting a man come near

his prick. He thought a bit longer. A man who looked and acted like a woman

might be another matter. And a man who was already so much a woman he could

never again become a man, why, he’d enjoy being serviced by that kind of woman.

Especially — and he looked at me — especially if there were no charge for the

service. Was I sure that Jim’s conversion was now irreversible?

I told him that in another week or two it would be, that with his help there

could be no going back for Jim ever. What he had to do was quite simple — audit

Jim’s books at the bank. But in absolute secrecy, and to do absolutely nothing

about whatever he found.

Brian looked quite serious when I said this, and was about to refuse. But I

added quickly that any irregularities in Jim’s accounts would be set straight

together with whatever interest was required to convert missing funds into

“loans.” That I personally guaranteed whatever the sums, as long as they

remained confidential. That no one need ever know about them, nor about the

slack supervisorial hand that had allowed them even when the employee began

acting peculiarly unconventional. That not even Brian’s wife needed to know that

he had been tipped off to the embezzlement, if any, by a woman who regularly

gratifies his need to be whipped. I now looked back at Brian equally seriously.

He grinned, and explained that when money has been mismanaged or embezzled, most

businesses prefer getting it all back quietly to pressing charges against the

embezzler and perhaps thereby giving other employees ideas of their own, and

meanwhile needlessly distressing stockholders. Of course the malefactor had to

disappear and never reappear again, or Brian would be obliged to order his

arrest. I nodded and agreed. Jim would disappear.

I then told Bryan that just as banks give depositors gifts of radios or toasters,

he would receive a bonus — no charge for his first few deposits into Jim’s

mouth, and afterward the two of them would be free to make their own

arrangements. Brian might never have to pay for oral sex again. Brian smiled.

“I wonder why you’re so generous,” he commented. Brian was no fool.

The next day, while Jim was slurping away at my pussy and drinking up who knows

who’s cum, and while I was moaning, my mind delightedly dancing through fields of

fragrant flowers, I told Jim I had a arranged a special surprise for his next

appointment. I told him it would change his life. I told him to try to look as

beautiful as he could when he appeared, as feminine as possible. I told him to

ask his wife to help him look seductive.

That night he laid on the bed a choice, a beautiful, black sequinned,

figure-clinging cocktail dress, very classy, and a really racy, silver-threaded,

mini-slut dress. Then he tried to find the courage to broach the subject with

me. I knew he’d be nervous, so I laced his pre-dinner cocktail with fresh

tranquillizers instead of relying as usual on whatever effects were left from his
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Just Facials Reviews

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Ebony Cheeks Reviews

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Naughty Amateur Reviews

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Housewife Bangers Reviews

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Mature Xrotica Reviews

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