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said lunch, but that’s a GO-GO place. They serve food, too? He said

not to be late, or I’d miss the show. Oh, well. Here it is. Hmmmmmm.

Nice neighborhood. Nice place.

The sign says auditions! Oh, so that’s it. Auditions for dancers. Was

I supposed to try out? No way, Jose! My shape isn’t going to get me on

stage! I see somebody waiting outside … I approach him … correctly

guessing this is my date.

We go inside, and he whispers something to the Hostess. She looks me

over and nods. Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for

burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3×5 card with

the number 6 written on it. “Number 4″ a voice announces over the

microphone.

A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage. She

is dressed in street clothes. She is nervous. The music starts. She

is getting undressed! Oooooo. Auditions. But she is not very good. I

can do better than that. She gets down to bra and panties, and she is

shaking. Real nervous. She takes her bra off, but can’t drop her arms

to show her tits. The music stops and she grabs her clothes. My date

is the only one that applauds her. Nice of him.

“Number 5.” That’s quick! And I’m number 6? My heart starts to pound.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Hi she said I looked up She was leaning onto the information desk at the

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record and book store where I worked, and she smiled the perfect smile that

beautiful women do so well. Though it was late and I was a bit tired, I

immediately slipped into “helpful employee” mode (trying not to enter “helpful

employee staring at gorgeous babe” mode, at least not yet). Fumbling a smile, I

stood up from where I’d been hunting for a pen under the table, and tried to look

helpful. “What’s your name?” she asked in a bright voice. Not a question I’d

gotten before, and it threw me a bit. “Jack,” I answered after a second. “What

can I do for you?” She looked down. “Oh, nothing,” she said, flashing her eyes

back at me momentarily, before pushing back off the desk, turning to look at the

bestseller display. “What’s popular this week?” You, I’m sure, are popular with

everybody, I thought. I let my gaze wander over her slim figure. I turn into a

real pervert at work. The other guys I work with can get pretty raunchy, but I

had only recently become a real woman watcher, and this job had let me do that

quite a bit. Once I helped a girl whom I discovered wore no underwear; my

coworkers and I had fallen over each other waiting for her to bend over the racks

again. This girl, however, was a true beauty. I’m a sucker for a pretty face,

and hers had stunned me into near speechlessness: full red lips, deep green eyes

and short dark red hair. Now my gaze traveled over her figure, slim at the waist

flowing smoothly into her hips, with a high, perfect ass — “Well?” she said,

turning slightly to look at me. I almost jumped as my eyes jerked from her

cheeks to her eyes, which drew me in as she smiled and walked back to the desk.

She leaned forward. “Were you looking at me?” she asked in a low voice. I had

a great view of her breasts but I dared not look. Think, think. “Uh, yeah, I

think you had something on your back. Here, turn around.” She grinned and

…End of the part1. To be continued..

HER FIRST BLACK EXPERIENCE

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Kate Brookfield watched her husband’s beautiful dark haired employer as she dialed

frantically a number from memory.

“Hello, David ? Yeah, it,s me… Lena Price… Hey listen, it’s all set… Mmmhm !, the little

blonde trick I was telling you about… Eight o’clock, okay ? We’ll meet you fellas there…Bye,

sugar”. She blew a kiss into the receiver.

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

you think black is beautiful ?”…

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

of them were anxiously looking forward to the evening’s events. They were both in the navy,

temporarily assigned to Omaha’s air base. Lena had met them in the song hee cocktail lounge

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Ann was stunned as she hung up the phone She’d known John had been going

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to the Centre’s clinic about his headaches and stomach problems, but didn’t
know he’d been seeing a lady shrink.

He’d mentioned he’d seen the psychologist who’d given him some relaxation
and meditation exercises to follow, and they had seemed to help. But he’d
never mentioned seeing another doctor, and a young woman at that, from her
voice.

Now, the doctor wanted to see her next week at 4:30 during John’s “session”
whatever that was all about, and talk with her about helping John with his
problems.

Dr. Whetmore had said not to say anything to John about their conversation
or next week’s visit, which had seemed strange, but then she didn’t want
John upset. She had assured Ann there was nothing to worry about, but she
felt Ann could really help John with his problems and help him on the road
to recovery. She’d said she’d seen this in lots of young executives who
were under terrible strain to produce as they moved up in their careers.

John was the Director of Public Relations for the Centre and had just taken
over this position from his predecessor about a year ago. It was just about
6 months ago that John had started getting these headaches and stomach
aches that had sent him to the Centre’s clinic.

About that time he’d come home and told Ann that he thought there was some
“funny business” going on with the way the clinic was run, but that he
needed more evidence before he told her more.

He was always such a straight arrow, and with the amount of government work
the Centre did, he felt it his duty to find out if there was something
going on that wasn’t right. He’d occasionally tell her things about some of
the research the clinic did, but since much of it was ‘hush hush’ he
couldn’t tell much except it involved some high tech “brainwashing” and
“mind control” stuff.

Much of the work the Centre for the Advancement of Psychology, or CAP as it
was called by the employees, did was just normal psychology research with
rats, and such or studying which colors had what affect on people, and
relaxation methods and techniques for stressed out executives or high
ranking government people.

It was a fast paced environment and there was a lot of stress, so CAP ran
its own private health clinic with a full range of services from general
medical to addiction rehab, to psychology and psychiatry.

John had gone to the clinic about 3 months ago and lately it seemed to have
helped. His stomach aches were far less freguent and his headaches seemed
to go away when he closed his eyes and just let himself relax. He seemed to
hum some silly mantra or something, kind of like a familiar lullabye, but
it seemed to help and he was in a much better mood, except when Ann brought
up the subject of starting a family.

With John at age 33 and she at age 30, she felt it was time, and she badly
wanted a baby before it was too late. She was surprised at how few of the
women she knew whose husbands worked at the clinic had children, but they
seemed to poo-poo it by saying “We have our pets, and careers, and besides
these silly men are just like children anyway.”

Many of the wives worked right at the Centre, and many of them worked in
the special daycare where workers and local townspeople received excellent
daycare and nursery care for their pre-schoolers, but Ann so far hadn’t
been interested in a “career”, especially with other people’s children and
babies.

the Visit and the Secret Revealed

The week had gone uneventfully, and John seemed much better. He’d been
sleeping so soundly, he’d wet his bed twice that week, but Ann didn’t have
the heart to scold him or make fun of him. He seemed embarrassed enough
when he woke up and had to change his bed and PJs.

He’d been listening to some tape or something the doctor had given him, but
all Ann could hear was music and nature sounds. It seemed very relaxing and
soothing, but Ann didn’t have time for that nonsense.

Finally, Friday afternoon at 4:25 Ann sat waiting for Dr. Whetmore, when
Dr. Rotman came out and invited her into his office to “talk” before they
went in to see John and his associate.

While they talked, Dr. Rotman explained that much of John’s problems were
due to the stress of his job, and this silly “investigation” he’d started,
and finally decided to drop. His pressure and the strain were making him a
little paranoid, seeing “bogey men everywhere” as Dr. Rotman explained it.

While the doctor was talking he kept playing with a small shiny ball on a
thin metal chain, kind of like a pendulum, and Ann was fascinated by it as
it swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, with a gentle,
steady rythm, and the soft click, click as it hit the other ball. She found
it hard to concentrate on what the doctor said at first, but then it seemed
so much easier, as she relaxed and just listened to him while she watched
the ball.

Finally, the doctor said “Let’s go see Dr. Whetmore and John, Ann so we can
find how to help John with is problems.”

Ann found herself rising and taking the doctor’s arm as they walked slowly
to the room at the end of the hall, and the doctor kept talking slowly and
softly to her reassuring her everything would be alright, just as long as
she accepted John’s problem and helped him to get over the stresses he was
feeling.

As they entered the room, Ann saw an attractive young woman sitting in a
chair beside a couch talking to a man who was lying on the couch with
headphones on and with a small tube going into his arm. He was covered with
a blanket up to his chest, and Ann could see his feet were bare and he was
fast asleep.

As Dr. Rotman introduced the woman, Ann learned she was Dr. Janet Whetmore,
a psychiatrist who dealt with special problems like John’s. Dr. Whetmore
talked softly to Ann for a while, and Ann began to really trust Dr.
Whetmore and to like her as though she were a long time friend and
confidante.

The two doctors exchanged knowing smiles, then Dr. Whetmore offered Ann a
glass of juice which she gratefully drank. After a few seconds she felt
very “alive” and “able to listen” to Dr. Whetmore and hung on her every
word.

Dr. Whetmore explained she was a psychiatrist who dealt with special
problems, called paraphilia. She explained these were fetishes or sexual
interests in objects or things, like feet, or clothing or a special time in
life. She explained many men wanted to dress up in women’s clothing, and
this was called transvestitism and the “love of womens’ clothing”. She
explained that a lot of men in important positions, like John’s, found the
stresses of everyday life caused them to want to escape into an easier
life, where they had no responsibilities, and a time when they were cared
for as babies.

These men wanted to wear baby clothing, and be dressed as babies,
especially in diapers and baby panties, and to wet their diapers like
little babies.

Unfortunately, their desires and their positions created further stresses
and conflicts and this sometimes made them sick, especially if there was
stress at home, or they were afraid their wife wouldn’t accept their
fetish. Then they could get really sick and have a breakdown.

Ann felt very sad, and sorry for these type of men. How could their wives
be so mean as to deny them this outlet for their stresses. The doctor had
…End of the part1. To be continued..

I guess I realized my fetish started when I was in high school One

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weekend, a whole group of my friends went up to the lake to party and
get some sun and waterskiing in. There was this really CUTE girl who I
was seeing. Her family was rich and let her do basically whatever she
wanted. So she asked to take her brother’s speedboat out and of course
they consented. I think that she had just learned how to drive but had
been navigating her father’s speedboat as well as some of our friends’
skiboats for a while. I don’t think she had ever taken her brother’s
boat out before. But what the hell, he was away at college and wouldn’t
care anyways. Right? Well, I remember a whole bunch of problems
getting the boat up to the lake, but once it was there, the fun started.

Valerie had long blond hair (being the California beach girl) and a
really knockout tan slim body, with blue eyes and pouty lips. She was
always wearing as little clothing as possible (to get more sun she
said). The day after we got there, Val was wearing a red bikini and she
had these cute dainty feet with red nailpolish. I remember looking at
her long tan legs and gazing downwards to her feet. She was a waterskiier
and had smooth, muscular, but not too muscular legs that saw their share
of sunlight. Her cute brown feet were in white flip-flops, the kind
that has the really thin stringy thongs which showed off her cute feet.
I got an instant hard-on.

She pulled me to my feet where the group was sitting in the sand. We
hadn’t begun to ski yet so she told the group she was going to warm up
the boat and get used to driving it by taking it around the lake once.
She of course called me togo with her or this would be the end of the story.

Her brother’s boat was a fast jet boat that he sometimes used for
racing. It had a benchseat in it big enough for only two. As she climbed
into the driver’s seat, she put her leg forward and as I was admiring her
beautiful, nicely-tanned strong legs, I saw a big pedal shaped like
a big bare footprint on the floorboard right in front of her. It had
a raised ridge along the side of it and the entire gleaming footboard
surface had raised bumps kind of like corrugated steel. The shiny metal
pedal was at least 14″ high and stood straight up. I had never seen
a pedal on a boat before and asked her what it was for. She said it
was for the gas and that boat didn’t originally come with it. But
her brother liked the feeling of power at the touch of his foot so
he re-wired the boat with it. The foot throttle was custom made to his
liking and shaped to exactly match his bare foot: toes, raised arch and all.
He said that it allowed him to get off the starting line faster because
he could stomp on it and still steer with both hands. The raised edge and
arch as well as the perfectly-fitting toes and raised nubs helped keep his
foot in place as he dashed through the choppy waters. Although she said
that she had seen him driving with aquasocks before. She had never
driven his boat before.

She said that Mike (her brother) said it was just like driving a car
and that to start it for the first time, you needed to give the jets
a lot of gas. As she was explaining this to me, she put her cute thonged
foot on the upright accelerator. It looked tiny against the massive pedal;
her toes didn’t even reach “his toes” of the foot throttle, only just above
the arch of “his foot”. As Val tried to put her heel into the metal heel
cup, her foot slid out of her thong. “Dammit!” she yelled and tried to
kick the thong out of the pedal. Mike’s “foot” seemed to like her shoe and
refused to give it up no matter which way she tried to move it. Finally,
I bent over and lifted her size 6-7 thong out of the pedal. The accelerator
pedal must’ve pivoted about an axis where it touched the floor because
she tried to give the pedal a mighty pump with her foot, but since her
foot was small and her heel was in the cup, the pedal barely moved. She,
however, flinched in pain as stomping on a non-moving steel pad must’ve
hurt the knee and leg. She then sat way up in her seat and put her toes
on Mike’s “toes”. She extended her leg as far as it would go and began
pumping the pedal with her toes. She could press it down an inch backwards.
She turned the key and cranked the engine while continuing her feeble
ministrations. The engine cranked but never turned over. It
had been a cool night and I guess the engine was cold.

I slid next to her and told her to trade places with me. She did and I
was now sitting in the driver’s seat. I checked all the gauges and
everything was fine. Even the fuel was topped off. I kicked off my
right sandal and placed my bare foot on the big pedal. I had learned long
ago that it was impossible to drive with flip-flops on. The part of the
sandal extending past the heel was always longer than the part from the
front strap to the toe. Thus if you slide your foot back to be equal with
the bottom of the sandal, your toes always fall out of the straps. This
was illustrated by Val nicely a few seconds before. My foot almost
fit the aluminum casting. It was cold and corrugated with a lip running
around it (obviously to keep your foot mounted on the gas). I pushed on
the massive pedal with my toes and to my surprise it went back quite far.
I turned the key again and held it in start. I began pumping the pedal
in long strokes, pushing and extending my toes until it was almost
horizontal and then letting it slowly come back. The engine sputtered
and she grabbed my hard cock and squeezed tightly in anticipation.
It coughed and started to die. She quickly put her left foot, still in
her sandal, on top of my right and tried to pump the engine back to life.
Using the dashboard and my cock to balance her, she was making my cock
harder while she stepped on the insole of my bare right foot. The engine
caught on and was starting to sound like it would make it but it died
again suddenly.

I then got a really good idea. I told Val that maybe since the boat
seemed to do better when we both worked at it, that we should do it
together. She agreed but saw my wicked smile. I eased out of my swimsuit
and slipped my right foot out of my sandal again. Then I released her
bikini bottom. I told her that she had to sit on my lap for us to try
to get this boat started. So she sat down, easing her way onto my shaft,
moaning as she went. Now that we were one, I put my right bare foot
onto the large pedal which had grown warm by the heat from our feet.
Val then lifted her again-thonged right foot to the pedal. Now that she
was in my lap, she could reach it easily. She stuck her heel over my toes
and let her flip-flop sandal drape over the back of the gas pedal. Then
she moved her foot down until her foot slipped out of her shoe again.
The white thong landed sloppily behind the accelerator. Her dainty foot,
now on top of mine, tried to push on the gas but her thong had fallen at
just the right angle to wedge against the back of the pedal and the floor.
So I kicked off my left sandal and fished behind the large, wide pedal
for her shoe. I was straining and moving my hips to reach behind the
throttle and that was bringing her close to coming. I finally on a lunge
got my toe looped through the thin straps of her thong and pulled it free.
She reached forward and turned the key. She began pumping with her foot
furiously, crushing my tender foot against the pedal again and again,
rocking on my cock all the time. Her toes began to mesh with mine
from the force of her pounding foot, spreading my toes wide while her
painted toes interwove with mine. I looked and saw the pattern of red
nails alternating with my unpainted toes, peeking through from under
her foot. The nubs on the pedal were massaging the bare soles of my foot,
sending chills up and down my spine. My foot crashed the pedal again
and again as she extended her cute foot and pressed on my toes. I
watched this pendulating action, feeling the pressure of her sole on my
instep, and the raised nubs on the bottom of my foot. My left leg
involuntarily extended itself in the sensation, bringing me closer and
closer to orgasm. For what must have been thirty seconds, her foot
pounded the gas to full throttle. She came and her right leg
straightened and pinned my foot down on the pedal, holding the throttle
wide open. Her dainty foot, though little and beautiful, packed a
wallop of pressure! I couldn’t move. But my foot between hers and
the gleaming silver pedal couldn’t feel anything anyway as I began
exploding inside her. But that did it. The rush of gas from the fully
horizontal gas pedal revved the engine and she let go of the key. The
engine started.

>From then on, everytime I see a bare foot operating a pedal or engaging in
other activity, I remember Val and our boat ride. (There’s more to the
story too!) And I get this massive hard on that wants release desperately.
As Dave Munroe said, a girl in a convertible driving on PCH with the top
down barefoot makes me go wild! The beach during the summer is the best
time to see these sights! Cute girls in string bikinis with convertibles
driving barefooted! But isn’t there a law against driving barefooted (at
least in California, not that anyone can see you do it)?

If anyone has stories about pedals, tips or stories on seeing barefoot
drivers, or has an answer to the driving barefooted question, please post
to this group!!!

Pedal to the Metal! (Barefooted of course)

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On the beach

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On the beach
By: Monica
My boyfriend and I were relaxing on the beach that warm fall evening. The temperature was warm enough for us to lie on the beach in a bikini and trunks, but not hot enough for us to go in the water, so the beach was deserted. Plus, we had found a cozy secluded rocky spot around a bend away from the boardwalk. We were all alone. It was great!
“Dear,” he said to me, “Why don’t you let me bury you in the sand?” He loved to bury me in the sand up to my neck and then pretend to walk away.
“Sure,” I answered.
He dug a hole in the sand about two feet deep and about two feet square. I stepped into it and kneeled down and then he filled the hole back up. My head was sticking out of the sand like I was some kind of sand monster about to pounce on unsuspecting passersby, if there were passersby on the beach at this hour.
“Hey love,” I said to him then, “Why don’t you walk over to that pizza stand we passed on the boardwalk and get us something to eat?”
“Sure, but will you be all right? It’s kind of a hike back to civilization.”
“I’m not going anywhere!”
“Well, sure, what do you want on your pie?”
“Everything!”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”
Dave walked away, leaving me buried and helpless in the sand.
I started to get scared after about a half-hour seemed to go by and he hadn’t returned. I figured the line might be long, but with no one around, how could that be. After an hour seemed to go by, I started to panic. I started yelling. “Hey! Come on out you asshole! This isn’t funny any more! Hey! Someone! Please! Help me!”
I figured that _someone_ must have heard me screaming my head off, but still no one came.
About an hour after that, I was frantic, “Help! Someone! Help me! I’m trapped! Help!”
A few minutes later, some guy in shorts and a white-tee shirt came around the dunes and walked up to me.
“Thank God someone heard me! Please dig me out of here!”
He walked up close to me and kneeled in the sand right in front of me, like, his crotch was right in my face.
He looked down at me and said, “I’ll let you out. But you got to do something for me if you want me to do something for you.”
Oh God! It didn’t take a genius to know what this bastard wanted.
“Please!” I begged. “I’m trapped here. It’s your duty to help someone in distress. You can’t rape me! Please!”
“Oh man!” he said, “It’s just like a bitch to want to run her own life, and I’m actually all for equal rights and all that. But the minute she’s in a bind, then everyone else _owes_ her their blood, sweat, and tears! Well, bullshit!”
He stood and started to walk away.
“Hey!” I shouted, “Where are you going? You can’t leave me here!”
From several paces away, he turned. “Listen bitch. I’d never rape anyone. If you want my help, it has to be by _mutual_ consent. Do you know what _mutual consent_ means?”
“Yeah, it means, like, free trade and all that. But what’s that got to do with this?”
_”Mutual consent_ means that no one can force another person to do anything. That goes for anything at all. No one can force someone else to trade with them. But mutual consent is a double-edged sword; no one can force someone else to give them charity, no matter how badly they need it. So if you don’t want to pay my price for helping you, then I’ll walk away and it’s just like I was never here and you’re no bettor or worse off that before I showed up.” He started to walk away again.
“Wait,” I said. Here I was buried up to my neck in the sand, and I knew that high tide would eventually roll in. I had no choice but to give in to this bastard’s demands, even if it made me sick. I have never given head. I had no idea what it would be like, and I didn’t want to find out. And I had finally found a boyfriend who didn’t demand it. My girlfriends all told me that I was missing out because I never received it either, but the thought of that dirty thing that he pees out of in my mouth made me feel queasy.
“What?” he turned around again and asked.
“I’ll do it.”
“Really?” he asked, sounding really surprised that I agreed.
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
He came back over. He pulled his shorts down and squatted as he had done before. His cock quivered right in front of my face. He then unfolded his legs out on either side of my head and rocked his butt forward slowly inching his cock toward my mouth.
“Open up!” he said.
Of course, I was scared shitless; what if my boyfriend showed up now? Yet, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he slid closer still. I felt his cock rub against my lips and over my tongue. Yet he still continued inching his butt forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I started gagging when it started pressing against the back of my throat, but he still pressed on until his cock was rammed part way down my throat, his hairy muff was pressed tightly against my nose, and his balls were rubbing against my chin. Oh man, this was so gross. And the gagging was awful, I couldn’t stand it!
But the worse was yet to be. He started rocking back and forth on his ass, sliding his cock in and out, and fucking my throat. The pain was horrendous, and I could hardly breathe!
I knew he was about to come in a second or two. Then, suddenly, he wrapped his legs tightly against the back of my head, forcing my face into his crotch and his dick even deeper down my throat. I couldn’t breathe at all and I just knew this bastard was going to suffocate me to death while he gets his rocks off. Then, _Gaaak! _ that intense gamy smell of cum attacked my taste buds. At least it didn’t taste as bad as it smelled.
My lungs were screaming in pain for air when he finished coming down my throat. Yet he remained motionless, with his legs pressing hard against the back of my head and dick deep down my throat as it slowly shrunk.
I was just about to pass out when he finally relaxed his legs from around my head and I finally managed to get my gagging under control and catch my breath.
Finally spent, it seemed, he back up and slid his cock out of my mouth, all covered and dripping with a mix of his cum and my saliva.
I gasped a few times still catching my breath. I swallowed and asked, “Now can you get me out of here?”
“Sure thing!” he answered. He put his shorts back on and then started digging around me with his hands. It wasn’t long before he had dug deep enough that I could pull my arms free from under the sand. We both continued digging me out and it wasn’t long after that I was able to stand, albeit all covered with sand.
He held his hand out for me to help me step out of the sand, and, like a jerk, I took it.
And then, like a bigger jerk, I said “Thanks,” to the bastard who just raped me.
He smiled and said, “You’re welcome,” and started to walk away again.
As he was walking away, I couldn’t believe what was going through my head. “Wait!” I called out to him again.
“What? Need a ride anywhere?” he asked as he swung his hands out from his sides.
“No. I’m not really sure, but.”
“But what?”
“You like to get head, but do you like to give it too?”
“Yeah, I love to give head. Why?”
“What ‘why?’ Do you really need to ask ‘why’?”
“I guess I don’t,” he answered as he approached me again. I hoped he couldn’t see how beet-red my face just became in the darkness, but I pulled my bikini bottom off and lay down in the sand spreading my legs apart. He lay down between my legs with his face in my crotch. Then I felt it. He started licking my pussy! With his tongue! Wow! I couldn’t believe that another human being could enjoy putting his tongue inside that dirty place. Still it felt so good!
He licked up from just above my ass. He stick his tongue into my hole as he went over it, then he continued up and hit _the spot! _ Oh My God! I never felt something so good in my whole life! Then he went back down again. Oh please! Go back up and lick my clit again! Then he licked up around the inside perimeter of my cunt, up over and around above my clit and back down again. Oh wow! Don’t tease me like that, man! Then he went back up the middle again, like he did before. He lingered a moment over my pussy hole, fucking me with his tongue. I was on the brink of coming! He continued up and played with my clit again with his tongue. I felt like I was about to burst! I had never come so close to coming so quickly before. I didn’t think it was possible for me to come without at least ten to fifteen minutes of foreplay. But this guy had me on the brink in a few minutes just by licking and teasing my twat with his tongue. Back down he went, and around the perimeter again. Get back to the target, man! He went back up the middle again, like he did the last time. I was _this_ close to coming, and he started sucking on my clit, and just my clit. Hard! Like my clit was a tiny dick he was sucking on. Here I come! Oh God! Here I come! I started bouncing and thrashing like I had never came before. He even continued sucking on my clit while I came! I just continued coming and coming until my clit started to hurt. And then I still kept coming and he still kept sucking.
I finally expended myself and he stopped sucking and started gently licking my clit and pussy. I still continued to quake every few seconds to that. And then it was over.
But, man! I didn’t know it was possible for a woman, especially me, to come so quickly and easy and to keep coming for so long! I mean, I’ve done guys with hair triggers that took longer to come than I just did! Wow!
I then looked down at him looking up at me, both of us panting furiously. “Come here,” I said to him.
He crawled up my body and flipped my bikini top over my tits. He settled on me with his face above my boobs.
“Wow!” he said. “Look how hard your nipples are! You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Damn, I loved it! Now suck my nipples.”
He leaned over and started sucking on the left nipple. He sucked so hard I thought he was going to fucking swallow it. Oh, man, that felt so good! He sucked it for countless minutes before I nudged his head over to the other one.
After a few more minutes, I nudged him to crawl up higher on me. As he did, I reached up and grabbed the back of his head by the hair and pulled his mouth down to mine. I could heel his cock quivering and rubbing against my pussy.
We broke the kiss and I asked, “Are you hard again?”
“I got hard again sucking your tasty cunt.”
“So what are you waiting for? Fuck me!”
As if waiting for my okay, he thrust his pelvis down and I felt his cock slide into my cunt. I was so slippery from being wet on my own and from his saliva inside, that it went in without the least fuss. And, oh man, was he hard again!
He started pumping and I was still pumped up from coming a moment ago. I knew it would take much for me to come again, now that I had a rock-hard cock pumping my pussy.
I was right! I started quaking all over again while he was pumping me. God, it felt so good!
He pumped me and pumped me, and I kept coming and coming to his rhythm. Damn, he was good! I was amazed how long he could hold it in before he finally came into me. This guy was amazing in many ways.
Then, panting, he said, “Wow! I’m sorry I took so long to come that time. Being the second time in a row took a bit of work.”
Wow! He was apologizing for taking _too long_ to come! I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Where have you been all my life?” I asked him.
“I’ve been around.”
I figured my boyfriend split on me or something. Man, is he going go hear about it in the morning, but I just now realized that I never got that pizza and was starving.
“Well, maybe it’s time to get going? You hungry, maybe we can, like, get something to eat or something.”
“Yeah, I’m starved,” he said, “I was in line at some pizza joint over on the boardwalk before when some punk on a skateboard plowed into the line.”
“You’re shitting me?”
“No, why would I shit you? Sent one guy to the hospital with a concussion.”
“Really? What the guy look like?”
“Oh, tall I think. Light brown hair. Had on trunks and a football jersey.”
Oh my God!
“What! What’s wrong? You look shocked!”
“That’s my, uhm. That’s my boyfriend. What happened to him? How bad was he hurt? Did you see anything?”
“Yeah. Uhm. I don’t know. I heard the ambulance dude say to the cop that he was knocked out, but he’ll come to in the hospital and he’ll be fine.”
“Look, I gotta go.” I looked over my shoulder and was relieved to see that my purse, car keys, and the rest of our stuff were still there on that rock.
“Okay. I hope your boyfriend will be okay,” he said.
“Yeah, thanks. But, uhm, listen. I sometimes come down to the beach here by myself in the evenings. I mean, uh, just so you know.”
“Yeah, I do too, sometimes,” he said. “Maybe we’ll see each other again.”
Damn, I hope so!
* END *

Magical panties

Administrator — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:29:02 +0000

Magical panties
By: MONICA
One of the nice things about working in, as well as owning an adult novelty store, is the perks associated with doing so. I’m a people person, anyway. I love watching people. Often going to the mall to pick up one thing or another and finding myself sitting down, watching people walk by. It’s interesting to wonder what they are thinking about, who they really are inside. This is one of the reasons I love my job so much. When people enter my store, I have a pretty good idea of what they are thinking about sex.
Admittedly, the majority of clients who enter my store are men. Most of which are there to find something that will put the spice back into their sex-life, or pick out something that they’ve been harboring as a fantasy for a while, that they’ve managed to persuade their respective partner into going along with. Or at the very least, hoping they will. I do however get a fair share of women too. And they are, of course, the ones I really enjoy watching whenever they come into my store to shop.
Most women tend to buy gag gifts, things for bridal showers, things like that. Though occasionally, one or two will browse through the toy section, looking for a particular vibrator or dildo so that they might pleasure themselves or in a few cases, their female partners. Usually most of these women spend less than five or ten minutes inside the store. They seem to know exactly what they are looking for, searching briefly, selecting something and then bringing it up to me to purchase. Rarely do I ever get anyone who actually asks me for help, though this does happen. I love working with these kinds of women, as they seem to be more open-minded and at ease with themselves. More so than anyone else, including the men who come in.
As I like to do, I usually come in about an hour or so before the store opens. Generally I restock the shelves or straighten up the merchandise, though occasionally I may try out one of the new toys that have come in, especially if they are designed for a man. Though most of these are merely novelty items, which I’ve found actually have very little to offer.
I had just finished restocking some body oils on the shelf when I turned to see a nerdy looking guy standing just outside the door, peering in. “We’re still closed!” I said approaching the door and pointing at the closed sign, which had the hours, I was open clearly indicated on it. I watched as he looked down one side of the street and then the other, before turning back to face me. Just the way he acted made me a little suspicious of him; suddenly glad there was a locked door between us. Not that he looked violent, or even capable of being able to cause anyone physical harm, but as I watched him open a plastic bag he was carrying, I half expected to see him withdraw a gun or something. Instead, he reached in and brought out pair of women’s white cotton panties. The kind you would see sold in generally most stores, certainly not the kind I sold in mine. I looked at him inquisitively, once again yelling through the closed door.
“Not interested!” I yelled, knowing he could hear me, at least. “Now if they were crotch less…maybe!”
I honestly expected him simply to turn and walk away. But he did not “They’re not normal panties!” he exclaimed back at me. “I’ve invented something…and I think you might be interested in seeing what I’ve done,” he implored.
Against my better judgment, I unlocked the door letting him inside. He immediately introduced himself.
“Name’s Marty Wilder” he told me. Even his name sounded nerdy. I was almost afraid to shake his hand as he offered it to me.
“Benjamin Roberts”, I said introducing myself, “Though everyone calls me Ben.”
“Thanks for letting me in…Ben,” he began. “You’re the first person who’s actually been willing to see what it is I have to offer.” Once again he withdrew the pair of white cotton, obviously women’s panties. The fact they looked brand new still did not tell me anything, though I was curious.
“If you’re trying to interest me in a pair of women’s panties, it’s really not my thing. And I don’t care who you might claim actually wore them, it’s not something I’d actually be interested in.”
My comment seemed to catch him in mid-stride. For a moment, I thought he would stuff them back into his bag, turn and leave. This in a way was something I was now hoping for, already regretting that I had let him in. He smiled awkwardly, looking almost embarrassed.
“No…You misunderstand. They look like normal women’s panties, but they’re far from it. My panties are special…very special.”
Once again I was starting to believe I was standing there talking to some kind of a pervert, or worse. And not that I had any problems with any particular fetish of course, after all, I sold a lot of things a hell of a lot kinkier than women’s underwear.
He must have noticed the look of doubt on my face, worried perhaps that I was a second away from asking him to leave, which I was.
“Hear me out….please,” he begged. Being the people person that I am, I decided to give him a few more minutes. I was now interested in what he really did have to offer, or at the very least, discover what it was that he thought he had and why I would be interested in them.
“Ok…but keep it short. The store opens in fifteen minutes.” I told him.
Marty relaxed considerably, genuinely relieved. “I work for a major micro-chip computer factory,” he began. “Research and development specifically.” For several years I’ve worked on an idea I had, on my own time. With the access that I have to certain materials, as well as the freedom to work on my own in relative privacy, I eventually perfected, and made a very small microchip that’s designed to do only one simple thing. And that’s bringing pleasure to women.”
“Ah huh….” I said dubiously. “And just what does this little microchip of yours have to do with women’s panties?”
Obviously he was excited to finally be able to tell someone about his little invention. Opening a small tiny little envelope he poured the contents of it out on top of a white handkerchief he had spread out. What I saw were perhaps a dozen or so small razor thin translucent little disks no bigger than the size of an aspirin. Once again showing me the panties, he pointed directly at the crotch area.
“One of these microchips is inside these,” he said. “You can easily insert them into any woman’s panties, purchased from any store. As you can see…the chips are so thin that you can make a simple cut with any sharp razor, insert the chip between the layers of material, a tiny…very tiny dab of superglue is more than enough to hold it in place.”
“Yeah, right.” I said going along…becoming more and surer this guy really was some kind of a nut case. “Listen…I really do need to open the store,” I said, hoping to convey in not so many words that I was no longer curious or interested in his panties.
He was too excited explaining things to me though, to have listened. “The chip is triggered by body temperature, as well as moisture.” He said continuing. “It sends out a pulsating electrical energy wave that is very…stimulating.”
That got my attention.
“It does what?” I had started towards the door to turn the sign around and invite him to leave. Hearing what he had just told me, I froze with my hand still on the doorknob.
“These panties induce orgasms,” he said simply. “But the best part is…most women don’t even know why, or how it could possibly even happen, as there’s nothing to detect in the panties they’re wearing to indicate how…or why. They’re completely washable, the chips are virtually indestructible unless you burn them of course, and I’ve yet to find a chip that’s gone bad or worn out.”
“You mean to tell me…women wear these panties and simply experience an orgasm from doing so?”
“Well in theory…yes.”
“In theory?” I asked…suddenly thinking I really had been duped into some guy’s get rich quick scheme here, thankful that I had not agreed or worse, actually given him any money for his so-called climax-chips.
“I’ve only been able to test them on one or two subjects, without their knowledge of course…”
“Of course…” I said skeptical as hell, wishing I had never allowed him to enter my store.
“But both women appeared to have some kind of pleasurable experience, one eventually even fainting from it…though admittedly that was my fault because I’d sort of increased the intensity just a little too much I think.”
“Ok…you lost me,” I told him. “How do you increase the intensity of this little super-cum ship, or whatever the hell you call it?” I asked
“Well…that’s the other part I haven’t told you about yet,” he said, once again speaking in low tones as though worried I had surveillance cameras or microphones hidden inside my store, which suddenly…I wish I did have.
“There are two ways the chip can be activated. One is simply by the increase of body temperature, coupled with the slightest trace of moisture. So, in other words, if a woman becomes aroused, even slightly…the chip picks up on that. It begins to send out miniscule little pulses that a woman wouldn’t even associate with anything except her own body causing it to happen. She would initially feel nothing more than a nice “itch” any different from the first stirrings of arousal in any woman. The more she becomes aroused however, the greater the signal that begins actually to interact with the sexual nerve endings with a woman’s clitoris. Before she knows what’s happening…or why, she can actually experience an orgasm without ever having had to even touch herself.”
I know I was standing there looking at him with my mouth open in disbelief. But truth was, he had my complete and undivided attention now.
“Go on…” I prompted, letting go of the doorknob, having no intention of turning the sign around now.
Seeing that I had done so, he looked particularly relieved. “The second part…is that you can by remote control…activate the chip too.” Now he was grinning, and even more excited to explain to me what he had invented than he had been. And frankly…so was I.
“Each chip has its own private identification number or access code if you will. You can actually bring up the “clit-chip” program on your home computer, preferably a lap-top of course…especially if the subject is within view when you access the panties she’s wearing.”
I was not about to interrupt him this time, and found myself actually sitting down on the stool behind the counter willing to let him explain the rest of it to me, even if it took him all day to do so.
“Once you’ve accessed the memory, you can increase the levels of intensity, though I’d recommend if you’ve got the time and patience to begin at one…possibly level setting two but no more than that. That way she’ll subconsciously never really know why she became aroused…only that she did. Gradually you can increase the levels one at a time until you can see where it is that she’s actually experiencing pleasure. I’d certainly never go right to level seven, for a woman, it would be like having her clit licked…rapidly. And that WOULD make anyone suspicious I would think. But getting to that point slowly…gradually, you’d probably never even need to go any higher than a three or possibly even a four to see a woman eventually experience some sort of unexpected, unexplained orgasm.”
The sound of someone knocking at the door turned my attention from him momentarily. I saw a potential customer pointing at my sign, then at his watch expectantly. For the first time since I had opened for business, I turned a customer away. “I hope I don’t come to regret doing that.” I told Marty.
“I promise…you won’t,” he replied. “But…….”
Of course, I knew there was a but some place. I had known that from the beginning. But as they say, ‘in for a penny…..’ “Ok, what’s the catch Marty?” I asked, expecting the worst, hoping for the best.
“I’ve sunk every single penny I have into this,” he began to explain to me. “I’m completely tapped out, if I don’t recoup at least half of what I’ve put into it soon, I’ll not only lose my job, but I’ll lose the ability to even make any more of these,” he finished indicating the twelve or so tiny little disks still sitting atop the hanky.
“How much is half?”
“Fifteen thousand.”
“Jesus H Marty! That’s like over a thousand dollars a pair. No one in their right mind would pay that kind of money for a pair of women’s underwear, no matter how many times she was able to cum while wearing them!” I shot back at him.
“That’s just what I need to cover the start up costs,” he told me. “I can now make each chip for less than ten dollars. If we could just get enough of these out there…well, you can see the potential,” he stated hopefully.
“Like I said Marty…fifteen thousands a lot of coin, even for me.” Marty looked dejected, even reaching for his handkerchief. “Tell you what…let me have these chips of yours, for a week, maybe even two weeks. Plus…you show me how to access and use the codes from my laptop. I’ve got a couple of possible subjects to try these out on. If…they do as well you say they will. Then…we’ve got a deal. How’s that sound?”
“A week Ben. I can’t wait any longer than that. I’m already pushing it as it is.”
“OK…since tomorrow’s Saturday, give me this weekend, and the next weekend at least. I’ll need that time if I’m going to have any chance to try these out for myself. On Monday, if I think it’s worth taking the risk, I’ll have the money for you then. Deal?”
Marty did not hesitate, grinning as he offered me his hand. “Deal!” he said.
We spent the next two hours together going over the entire program. Marty downloaded the access codes onto my laptop, and showed me the fairly simple process on how to access, and gradually increase their intensity levels. He also explained to me that they had a range of over two miles, though at the moment, I could not see the practical application for that as I would much rather be close enough at least to see what was actually going on.
By the time Marty left, I had turned away at least a dozen customers, already worried and concerned that I had already invested more into this deal than it was really worth. At least I had the weekend to experiment a little. And I had two perfect candidates. Christy and Diane, my neighbors and unsuspecting friends.
I lived in one half of a fairly large duplex. I had been there for nearly ten years after my divorce, happily remaining single meanwhile. I rented the other half of my duplex out, which is how I had initially gotten to know Christy. Christy had moved in and we had gotten to know each other fairly well, after a time…even intimately even though she had a “girl-friend”, being more lesbian than bi-sexual actually. Diane had come to live with her a couple of months later. I had thought initially that she was the girlfriend, and was quite surprised when I found out a short time later, she was not Diane was in fact pretty straight-laced having grown up in a fairly strict religious family. She had been a high school friend with Christy, which is how she came to know her, eventually moving in with her, as she needed a place to live after she had moved out. All in all they made for a fairly strange pair of friends as well as roommates, especially as Diane was not very approving of Christy’s intimate relationship with another woman. This was one reason Christy’s girlfriend rarely if ever came over unless Diane was not planning on being there.
Christy worked as an X-ray technician at a local nearby clinic. Diane was a flight attendant, so she was periodically away which Christy enjoyed as she could then invite her lover over without bumping heads with Diane over it.
I had installed a fairly large pool in the backyard, seeing no reason to divide the property, allowing both myself as well as the tenants to have access to it, which had been a main factor in getting and keeping fairly decent renters. I eventually left work leaving my two employees to run things and headed home. I knew Christy would be open to hearing what I had to tell her, deciding she would be the best one to try these ‘Magic Panties’ of Marty’s on first. Christy was lying out by the pool when I arrived. Though I had gotten home a little earlier than usual, it was not any big surprise to find her lying out without her top on. I made no pretense of trying to hide my approach either.
“Hi Christy.” I said simply… Crossing the back yard.
She had been lying on her back, though she did not exactly cover the fact she was topless, she did roll onto her stomach smiling at me. “Hi Ben…home a little early aren’t you?”
“A little.” I responded. “But that’s because I have something I want to tell you about…and then show you.” I said seriously.
I spent the next hour telling her about Marty and his invention. To my surprise, Christy sat there listening to me the whole time not even interrupting me once. She had gotten so interested, finally sitting up to become a little more comfortable, forgetting entirely that her full sized breasts were suddenly and very prominently displayed.
“Show me!” Christy said wide-eyed, obviously excited when I was done telling her about them. Reaching into my jacket pocket I removed the simple pair of white cotton briefs handing them to her.
“Put them on I said. But remember…for them to actually start to work, you have to be a little aroused anyway, unless you want me to get on the computer.” I added.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” she said, standing up, removing her bikini bottoms without even batting an eyelash. “Though I would like to see what you mean by increasing the intensity level later,” she said lustfully.
Within seconds she had replaced her bikini with the panties. “I don’t feel anything,” she said disappointedly.
Once again, I began to wonder if I’d been had.
“Wait a minute….” she added a moment later.”Maybe I do after all!” Christy gave me a quick wondrous look just before collapsing down onto the chase lounge she had been sitting on.
I continued watching her as the look in her eyes became even more expressive. “Holy shit Ben…these are for real!” she exclaimed excitedly. “It’s almost…..almost like someone was gently thrumming my clit. Nothing major mind you…just a delicious little tingling between my legs, but the more excited I’m getting, the more I seem to be feeling it.” Christy shuddered involuntarily. “Oh Ben…it’s definitely working!” she finally admitted.
I watched as she slipped her finger down between her legs, pressing it against the material, in turn pressing the material against her self. “I don’t feel anything either,” she said in surprise.
“You’re not supposed to Christy. I think that’s the whole point, most women won’t even be aware that it’s in there unless someone tells them it is”. I watched as Christy continued to slide her finger up and down her cloth-covered slit. It was obvious that she was becoming more and more aroused by the sudden discoloration of the garment as it pressed against her suddenly very wet, very aroused pussy lips.
“Well?” I asked her. “Is it getting stronger or what?”
Christy looked at me as though seeing me for the first time. The look on her face was sheer pleasure.
“Christy?”
“Huh?”
“What are you feeling right now?” I asked curiously.
“Shut up…gives me a moment, I think I’m going to cum,” she said by way of an answer.
It was evident by her reactions a moment later…she did. Christy even seemed to recover slightly, but then much to my surprise, she appeared to start the whole process all over again. “Good heavens Ben…I think I’m going to cum again!” she said excitedly.
By the third climax, Christy forced herself to remove the garment, holding it in her hand like it was some sort of a cherished friend. “Can I have these?” she asked.
And then I knew how I could persuade her to help me. “You can…if you’ll help me perform a really, really important test.” I told her.
Christy grinned almost evilly. “Diane?” I nodded my head smiling back at her.
“How?” she asked. I produced a small little envelope, pouring the contents out into the palm of my hand.
“With these.” I told her. “What I need you to help me to do is figure out which of Diane’s panties she’s most likely to wear over the course of the next few days. Then…we need to put these inside each pair. The tricky part is… You’ll need to somehow let me know if she’s wearing a pair of them that has these in them. Once you do…I’ll take things from there.”
Christy sat back smiling even wider than before. “That’s going to be fairly easy actually,” she said. “You’re never going to believe this Ben, but she wears those panties that have each day of the week on them? And even better…I know for a fact she wears them in order too!”
I had already known that Diane was flying in on Saturday, she would have at least a week before taking another transatlantic flight over to London. The window of opportunity was now; it could not have worked out any more perfectly.
“Then let’s get these inside her panties as soon as possible. I told her…starting with Sunday I guess?” I asked her.
“Probably…since I’m sure she’ll be wearing Saturday’s,” she giggled. “We just need to make sure that all of her next weeks undies are on top…all of which will have one of these little chips tucked away inside.”
“Then we’d better get busy.” I told her.
“How about after?” Christy questioned.
“After?” I said somewhat confused. “After what?”
“After…you make me cum again.” Christy said, already beginning to unbuckle my belt, unzipping my fly as she did. Obviously she did not need the panties at the moment…but I could not help but wonder if they had gone a long way in getting her here to begin with.
The feel of Christy’s warm velvet mouth engulfing my shaft took my breath away. She nibbled the head teasingly, licking up one side and down the other in slow tantalizing strokes, sucking me in…Engulfing me once again, sucking harder, firmer this time.
“Oh…let me get out of these clothes.” I said forcing her head away from me momentarily. “And maybe…we should take this inside.” I suggested.
“Why? No one can see us unless they’re using binoculars,” she said. “And even if they are…doesn’t the thought of that sort of excite you?” she said.
I finished taking my clothes off, spreading out the towel she had brought outside with her. “Lay down.” I told her. “I’m going to eat your cunt until you’re screaming.” I informed her.
“Now….that might alert a few neighbors,” she said laughing, laying down on the towel knees already bent, spread wide waiting for me. “Ok Ben…makes me scream.”
Christy and I had not been together all that often. The fact that she was into women more than men might have had something to do with that. But at the moment, she was the wettest I believe I had ever seen her. I slipped my tongue into the wet juicy folds of her slit, tasting the musky scent that greeted me, reveling in it like a perfectly aged wine.
“Damn Christy…I truly do love licking your pussy.” I told her.
Christy moaned. “You’re not bad either…for a man,” she added. I sucked her lips inside my mouth, chewing them gently…sucking, licking…chewing again.
“Actually Christy…I’ve always believed I was really a lesbian. A man trapped in a woman’s body.”
It had been a running joke between us, every time we had been together, few times that they were, she had always compared me to some of her women lovers. Each time however she’d let me off the hook by winking at me, sufficient ego stroking so that I at least felt “competent” in whatever I was doing to make her feel good.
“Hmm, I wonder what it would be like eating you with those panties on.” I said jokingly.
“Want me to get them?” she said seriously. I sucked her clit between my lips, pulling on it. “Oh shit…never mind! Just keep doing that!” she said groaning as I continued pleasuring that tiny little nubbin of flesh. Christy was soon bucking against my face, arching her back thrusting herself against my tongue. I’d already reached up, filling my hands with the softness of her breasts, toying and teasing her aroused nipples. Christy loved it when I did that, especially when she was close. I had learned how she liked it when I tapped them with my fingers, rapidly keeping tempo with the way I flicked her clit with my tongue.
“Faster!” she demanded. “Harder Ben…harder!” she screamed deliriously as she came.
For a moment or two…I really did worry about the neighbors.
Christy and I switched places. This time when her warm wet mouth took me in, I had no intention of interrupting her. She continued milking my prick with her hands as well as her lips, going so far as to insert the tip of her finger inside my ass, tickling my prostate, triggering within moments the orgasm that had been building. I’d never cum in her mouth, knowing that was one thing I never would do. Not with Christy anyway. The moment my orgasm began, she quickly removed my penis, placing it comfortably against her tits instead, where I joyfully began emptying a very large thick load of cream.
“Oh shit, Christy!” I groaned loudly, still trying to keep it down in the event someone really had heard us. Watching the copious discharge bathing her breasts was extremely gratifying, very sensual to me. Christy jacked my cock rapidly, delighting in each and every rope of semen that shot from the tip of my dick to cover her luscious breasts, as well as her chocolate colored nipples.
I remained on the ground for long moments afterwards, trying to catch my breath. “I’m going inside to shower,” she told me. “You can join me if you’d like…then I’d like to see what those panties can really do!” she said laughing. “Not until we’ve inserted the rest of those chips,” I told her, sitting up finally. “Then…maybe,” I said.
Christy pouted briefly…winked, taking her cute naked little ass into the house. I followed her seconds later. “Well…maybe after I’ve inserted something else,” I thought to myself as I chased her inside.
#
We had finished inserting the chips inside several pairs of Diane’s “week-day” panties. Christy meticulously restacked, folded and ensured that every pair was exactly the way they were before we began.
“Have you got any of those things left?” she asked. I checked inside the small little envelope.
“One.”
“Cool. It might not be a bad idea to put that one inside Diane’s swim suit,” she suggested.
“Which one though?” I asked. Christy laughed.
“She really only wears one…that dark blue single piece thing. You’d think with a body like she has, she’d wear a decent bikini at least. But the only thing I’ve ever seen her wear out to the pool is that very modest one piece she owns.”
Christy quickly located it in another drawer, seconds later we’d inserted the last chip, once again folding it away back where it belonged.
“I wonder if the water from the pool will have any adverse effects,” I questioned aloud.
“Don’t know…might be another interesting test,” Christy commented. “But if nothing else, you should be able to watch her from your bedroom window if she comes outside to sit by the pool to sunbath, as she usually does on the weekends.”
“That’s true,” I said, considering the possibilities. “Now…maybe we should see about testing out the intensity levels through my laptop,” I suggested. Christy was already grinning, once again slipping on the white panties.
“Do you think we can remove the chip from these and put it in a pair of my favorite ones?” she asked. “Not that I mind these really, I just haven’t worn white cotton panties since high school.”
“Actually Christy…seeing you in those is pretty damn sexy,” I told her. “Sort of takes me back to my high school days.”
I saw a familiar look suddenly appear in her face. “All this talk…” she said with some difficulty.”Is already causing things to…to happen,” she said, grinning broadly.
Just watching Christy already becoming excited even without using the laptop made me wonder. “You think Diane ever fantasizes?” I asked
“Huh? What?” she said, grinning almost stupidly.
“Never mind…you’re already too far gone to pay any attention to me,” I laughed. Christy’s face was already screwing up in a look of rapturous pleasure. “Hurry up Ben, plug me in!” she exclaimed.
At the moment…there was nothing I’d rather do. But I turned on the laptop anyway.
Marty was right…I’d slowly increased the electrical pulsations inside the chip to a level five. Christy hadn’t made it past four before experiencing a fairly intense climax. She had begun the roller coaster ride through ecstasy when I increased it one more level, watching as she nearly doubled over on the bed, her hands down between her legs moaning and groaning furiously as she came one more time.
“Fuck Ben…you said that was only a level five intensity?” She was already skimming the panties off of herself, beads of perspiration dotting her face. “I think a six, certainly a seven setting would in all likelihood kill me! I hope you plan on going slowly with that thing…especially with Diane. If you’re not careful, you’ll freak her out. I’m not even sure she knows what an orgasm is!”
I hadn’t really thought of that. One thing was for sure, in the time I had gotten to know the girls; Diane had remained very private, very aloof about anything sexual. Christy had even tried to pry information from her, learning only that Diane was indeed still a virgin, believing that “that stuff” was only meant for marriage. As Diane had exasperatedly told her, after a lengthy, uncomfortable discussion when Christy had continued to press her.
“Yeah…I can see that I’d better go about as slowly with her as I can. I’ve already made arrangements at work to spend a little more time away from the shop. I have a feeling that I’m going to need it. Especially as I plan on following Diane around whenever she goes anyplace. I want to test her reactions, especially in a public place where I’m confident she won’t be able to say or do much of anything. Especially if she does become a little suspicious and begins to wonder if it does have anything to do with the panties she’s wearing. Though I don’t see why she would. I’m hoping she’ll just be confused and somehow begin to learn to deal with it…possibly even begin to enjoy the experience. If she does…I think Marty and I are going to become very rich men!”
“Well…she and I are scheduled to go to lunch together Sunday afternoon. That might be a good time to check things out too,” she told me. “That’s not a bad idea Christy. Especially if you’re going to that little outdoors café like you usually do.”
“We are,” she said smiling.
“Great! I’ll sit across the street at the coffee shop. You see what you can do about getting a table as close to the sidewalk as possible so I can watch you from there.”
“Will that be close enough for you to see much of anything?” she asked.
“I hope so…but I also came up with another little idea too.” I produced a small miniature microphone. “You’ll also be wearing this so I can hear what’s going on.”
“Sneaky.” Christy said fingering the device. “Maybe we should come up with a few private signals…something like that.”
“Now who’s being sneaky?” I asked.
“This really could be fun you know,” Christy stated, getting into the clandestine type mood of the moment.
“Sort like spy vs. Spy. You know…like the cartoon of the guy’s in the black and white hats and trench coats?” I asked.
“Yeah…only which ones are we?” she asked.
“Why…we’re the good guys of course!” I exclaimed. Christy frowned.
“Ok, we’ll wear black and be the evil naughty spy’s then,” I added quickly. Christy’s frown turned into an evil grin.
“Fuck me, you evil dirty little spy you,” she told me
#
Diane arrived home late Saturday morning. I’d gone into work, wanting to ensure everything was still running smoothly, though I had planned on being away most of the day when Christy called me.
“She’s home,” Christy said after I had answered. “She’s in the shower now.”
I glanced at my watch. “Good…I should be home in about half an hour,” I told her. “I’ll come in and head straight for my bedroom. Think you can convince her to lay out by the pool with you?” I asked.
“Already have…she’s planning on it. And…She seems to be in a pretty good mood too!”
“Good, that might help…you never know, I guess.”
“Should I wear the microphone?”
“That might not be a bad idea Christy. It will give us a chance to test it out at least. I’ll prompt you to maybe ask her certain questions too…I want to see if we can get her thinking in sexual terms before I attempt to do anything through the program.”
“Ok…I think she’s getting out now, see you in a few,” she said hanging up.
#
By the time I arrived home, heading immediately upstairs to my bedroom, Christy and Diane were sitting out by the pool. My blinds had already been closed at an angle, giving me a limited view of the backyard, but at least I could see the two of them in relative safety without being seen. Problem was, Diane was sitting in her chaise lounge facing the pool with her back turned towards me. About all I could see was the back of her head. Christy at least was sitting at an angle facing her, which gave me a pretty good view of her from the side. We’d rigged her CD player to appear as though she was listening to music when in fact, the earpiece she had on was the receiver so she could hear me talking to her.
“I’m here Christy. Re-cross your legs if you’re hearing me ok.” I watched as she immediately did that. “Good…now, I can’t see Diane very well from up here. Is she wearing the one piece with the chip in it? Take a drink if she is,” I said. Christy reached over to the small little table sitting next to her, picking up her iced tea and drinking from it.
“Cool…now can you say something to Diane so I can see if I’m hearing you ok?” I asked.
“So…Diane, tell me…did you meet any interesting guys on the flight over?” she asked her.
Diane responded, but it was obvious she was still too far away for me to pick up whatever it was she said very clearly.
“Christy…you’re too far away from her for me to hear her. Can you do something to get a little closer?” I asked.
I watched as Christy glanced up towards the sun, shielding her eyes momentarily and making some pretense of it giving her difficulty in seeing Diane comfortably.
“That sun’s bright,” I heard her say. “Think I’ll move my chair over on the other side of you,” she announced. Moments later she had repositioned herself, sitting right beside Diane when she did. Then I watched as Diane scooted her chair a bit further away from where Christy had positioned herself.
“Good old Diane,” I thought to myself. “Even around Christy she needs space between them. Almost as though she’s worried that some of Christy’s lack of inhibitions might rub off on her.”
Diane was talking however, so I listened carefully. “Not really…I worked First Class this trip which was nice, there was one guy who flirted with me a little,” she said.
“Alright!” I said again to myself. “Maybe she’ll start thinking about him and that will trigger the chip,” I thought hopefully.
“He was a real jerk though…” Diane continued. “On top of which, he was bald, fat and ugly.”
“Fuck!” I said into the earpiece. Christy coughed…giggled for a second.
“Sorry!” I heard Christy say. “I know it’s not amusing, Diane, but I was just picturing what you said, and it sort of struck me as funny.”
Obviously Diane must have given Christy one of her patented looks or something. There was a brief moment of silence. I began thinking that maybe I was going to have to access the computer chip after all if we were going to get anywhere here.
“There was one guy…he reminded me of Ben a little bit,” Diane said, from out of the blue.
I accessed the program, dialed in that particular computer chips code and set a level one intensity. I wasn’t about to let that comment go. If she was thinking about me, even remotely, I was going to act on it.
“Oh? How’s that?” Christy asked her, once again crossing, and then re-crossing her legs as though she was having trouble deciding which was more comfortable.
“Yeah…I heard that,” I said to Christy, talking over Diane as she’d already begun to answer her.
“….same sort of mustache, besides his eyes….”
Again silence for just a second as Diane suddenly quit talking.
“Diane? You ok? You look like something’s wrong,” Christy said, somewhat alarmed. This in turn, alarmed me a little too.
“Oh…no, I’m fine. Was just thinking about something there for a second, sort of got lost in the thought I guess,” she responded.
From above I watched, as Diane appeared to squirm in her seat a little. Subtle movements, but enough so that I could see she was suddenly uncomfortable for some reason.
“I think I’ll go for a swim,” she announced, suddenly standing up.
“Shit!” I said into the earpiece, watching Diane as she moved over to the edge of the pool, diving in.
Christy spoke to me directly as Diane swam beneath the water. “Well at least maybe we’ll find out if this thing works in the water,” she said openly. “What level have you got it on anyway?” she asked.
“One.” I said.
“Maybe you should go to two,” Christy suggested quietly, as Diane broke the surface.
“Why not…what have we got to lose?” I said back to her. “Though even Marty doesn’t know if it will work under the water.” I added.
“May as well find out,” Christy said, once again quietly. I set level two on the program. Diane didn’t appear any different, or show any signs that anything was unusual. For several minutes she swam a few laps, and then swam over to the side of the pool. Rather than climbing out however, she lay her head down on the bank, resting there.
“Diane…you sure you’re ok?” I heard Christy ask her.
“Careful Christy,” I cautioned her. “Don’t press it.” Once again I watched as Diane said something to her, but she was too far away for me to hear her clearly. In the next instant she pulled herself out of the water, walked by her lounge chair grabbing her towel, heading into the house.
“What happened?” I asked. “I couldn’t hear what she said.”
I heard Christy laugh. “I think she felt something,” Christy said, looking directly up towards the window I was looking out of. “When I asked if she was ok, she said something about feeling a little bit dizzy and decided that maybe she’d better go in and lay down for a while.”
“Damn,” I responded. “Maybe…but we really don’t know do we?” I stated. “Well, I guess that’s about all we can hope for today,” I said, giving in.
“Ben?”
“Yeah?” I said looking back out the window at Christy.
“All this secret, naughty stuff’s made me horny,” she said. I watched as Christy continued looking up at me, watched as she pulled one of the cups away from her breast, revealing that well-rounded tit of hers. She caressed it, cupping the fleshiness of her boob, and then fingered the nipple momentarily. “Like that?” I heard.
“Very much.” I told her, watching.
Christy reached down pulling the bottom of her bikini off to one side. Though I couldn’t see nearly as clearly at this distance as I would have liked, it was obvious what she was doing to herself.
“Can you see what I’m doing?” she asked.
“Sort of…not very clearly. But yes…I at least know what you’re doing…and it looks nice,” I told her, fishing my cock out of my pants as we spoke.
“You playing with yourself yet?” she asked, as though reading my mind.
“Ah huh.”
“Kind of kinky isn’t it?” she said. “Sort of like phone-sex, and though I can’t see you at all…you can at least see what I’m doing, yes?” I saw as Christy clearly inserted at least one, possibly two fingers inside of herself.
“Yes…” I said lustily, “You going to finger yourself off for me?” I asked her.
“I will…if you will,” she said. “I might not be able to see you…but at least I can hear you,” she told me.
“Hey…I just had a thought,” I said to her suddenly. “After we’re done here…go inside and see if she’s asleep or not. Maybe even find out if she’s wearing any panties….”
“While she’s asleep?”
“Why not? If she is…can you imagine?”
“How come we didn’t think of this before?” Christy asked. “Talk about sweet dreams!” Christy said with a little bit of awe and wonder in her voice.
“Yeah…something else to experiment with,” I agreed. “Anyway…show me those boobs of yours again,” I told her. I watched as Christy reached up, removing her top entirely, throwing it behind her. “Like this?” she said, grinning.
“Yeah…just like that,” I said, pounding my hard stiff cock towards release.
“Well?” I asked.
Christy had just returned from sneaking down the hallway. She’d opened Diane’s door just a crack and peeked in.
“I can’t tell. I think she’s asleep…but she has the sheet pulled up. I saw her tits though…so I think she’s actually naked.”
On the one hand, I was disappointed to discover she probably wasn’t wearing any panties. On the other…
“You could see her tits though huh?” I asked again, wickedly. Christy smiled…
“Go see for yourself…just be fucking careful,” she warned me. “If she catches you…”
Christy didn’t need to finish that one. If Diane did catch me peeking at her, there would be hell to pay. I crept down the hall towards her room. My heart was beating so fast I was worried that she might actually hear it. Not to mention my breathing, which I held as I approached her door, slowly…carefully turning the knob, then pushing it open just barely.
I almost closed it just as quickly. I saw Diane move, but it wasn’t as though she was getting up, or even aware that her door had been opened, if even just a crack. Beneath the sheet, I saw her bend her knee, forcing the sheet up into a mini tent, still lying on her back while she did. The best part however, was that the sheet fell even further away from her breasts when she did that. Diane certainly wasn’t large breasted. Her boobs weren’t nearly as big as Christy’s, for that matter, but they were certainly beautiful. Small busted would be perhaps the correct term, though far from being flat chested by any stretch of the imagination. Standing there at the doorway peering in with one eye only, I got a wonderful glimpse not only of her tits with the light pink small sized areola’s capping each one, but saw what I could only believe was a very subtle movement taking place beneath the sheet as first one leg bent, then the other. On top of that…she moaned. Not wanting to press my luck, I immediately closed the door just as quietly and as slowly as I had opened it.
Christy was still waiting for me at the end of the hallway leading back into the living room. “Well? Did you get to see her titties?”
I was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Yeah…and even better, I saw her bend her knees beneath the sheet, then watched as the sheet moved up and down slightly. I think she was masturbating!”
“No shit! Really? Diane?”
“Yeah…really, I think she was!” I said still grinning. “Damn…wish I’d taken her to level three at least,” I pondered.
“I have a feeling she’s taking herself there now…maybe even to a four,” Christy snickered. “Why don’t we go back to your place and you can take me to a four…maybe even a five,” she said wickedly.
“Hell…why don’t we go for the whole nine yards?” I asked her. “Why not all the way to a seven then?”
Christy looked at me…just about as wantonly as I’d ever seen her look. “You do that…and I might even let you cum in my mouth,” she told me.
I had no desire to leave things up to chance, I dropped by the restaurant a full hour earlier than when I knew the girls would be arriving. I tipped the waiter handsomely, not only for giving them excellent service, but ensuring that the table I wanted would be available for them when they arrived. I planted myself down at a table across the street at the coffee shop, bringing a paper along with me. Though the likelihood of being spotted by Diane was remote, I planned on hiding behind my newspaper as much as possible. Unlike out by the pool, this time I wouldn’t be able to speak to Christy directly, though I would…or should be able to hear anything and everything the two of them discussed. More importantly, I hoped Christy would remember all the various signals we’d agreed on. If she touched her hair in anyway, that would mean to increase the level. If she scratched her nose however, that was an immediate signal to decrease it. I hoped however that I would hear enough to have a pretty good feel for what was actually taking place, reacting to it, as I couldn’t actually talk to Christy or ask her any questions.
My biggest worry had been if Diane would actually wear her “Sunday” panties. If she wasn’t, I could end up wasting a lot of time trying to figure out which pair she was wearing. Thankfully, Christy had had the foresight to barge into the bathroom while Diane was in there, on the pretense of needing to pee beyond her ability to hold it. In doing so, she confirmed that Diane was in fact wearing her pink “Sunday” briefs. She’d managed to tell me that just before I left.
“Marty also told me there’s like a two mile range,” I told Christy. “I think to get a little bit of a head start, I’m going to program it at level one. The moment she comes within range, it will hopefully begin working on her. Maybe by the time you guys get to the restaurant, there will have been enough time that she’s at least starting to think in sexual terms.”
“Yeah right. Diane?”
“Well…she was playing with herself, or at least I think she was.” I’d responded. “Anyway, any edge we can get will give us some sort of advantage. When you’re two miles from the café, just be aware that it should start working. Sort of look for any odd signs of behavior, if by the time you get there and feel it’s worth jumping it up to a two…run your fingers through your hair or something.”
I’d been at the coffee house for half an hour when I saw the waiter I’d tipped lead them over to their table. Christy knew where I would be of course, quickly looking in my direction. Before she’d even sat down, I watched as she brushed her hair with her fingers.
“You’re kidding!” I said to myself. I already had my laptop open. I quickly accessed the code and set a stage two excitement level. I sat there listening to them discussing what they were considering for lunch, ordering…even talking about the weather. I’d expected that of course, waiting patiently. Christy and I had discussed her eventually steering, or trying to anyway…the conversation towards more intimate topics. As she’d expressed a brief interest in the guy on board the plane who’d reminded her of me, we thought it might be a good idea for Christy to bring up some made-up story by way of a piece of juicy gossip to see how Diane might react to it. All I was doing was waiting for the right moment and opportunity to for her to do it. It came unexpectedly when it did, as I sat there listening.
“Have you noticed that Ben never brings anyone home?” Diane asked. Christy was silent for a moment, surprised perhaps, as I was, no doubt trying to think of something to say to keep the momentum going. Diane didn’t wait for a response however, continuing.
“You don’t think he’s…..he’s….”
“Gay?” Christy burst out laughing. I almost fell out of my chair when I heard that.
“Heavens no Diane…I know that for a fact!”
“Ah oh….” I thought. “Careful here Christy.”
“Well I guess you might at that,” Diane said, with a little bit of an uptight sounding tone to her voice.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Christy responded a little testily.
“Well this is going to hell in a hand basket,” I said to myself. “If this keeps up, they’ll be throwing their lunch at one another…if they wait even that long,” I thought.
“I’m sorry Christy…I didn’t mean it to sound like that. I really don’t know what’s come over me, maybe I’m coming down with something. I just feel….well, I feel a little peculiar is all.”
I was half tempted to lower the setting back to one. It seemed that even a level two setting was becoming troublesome for her.
“I just figured since you also like women…that maybe you had discussed…well, you know sexual preferences or something. Actually…I guess I shouldn’t even be asking you this question, frankly…I don’t know why I did or why I suddenly started wondering about it.”
“Go! Go! Go!” I tried to will Christy from across the street.
I watched as Christy leaned across the table towards Diane in a conspiratorial manner. “Just between you and me? Ben and I have fooled around once or twice, but if Sharon ever found out, she’d kill me!” Christy told her.
Now it was Diane’s turn to sit there silently for a moment. “You and Ben?” she said in disbelief. “The two of you have….had….”
“Fooled around? Yes…a few times. Don’t worry Diane, it’s nothing serious, we just have fun every once in a while, that’s all!”
“You don’t think its wrong…fooling around with Ben outside of marriage?” Diane questioned her.
“Of course not silly. We have a good time, and Ben’s a very tender, very, very good lover,” she added.
I wasn’t sure if Christy had honestly meant what she’d just said, but it made me smile anyway. I was so involved in listening to their discussion that I nearly missed it when Christy ran her hand through her hair again.
“God…I hope you know what you’re doing Christy,” I said, punching in the number for level three now.
“And something else too Diane, as you are already well aware, I do generally prefer women over men. But Ben’s as good…if not better even than most women I’ve been with as far as his tongues concerned…he’s given me the strongest most intense….”
“I’m not sure I should be hearing this!” Diane interrupted her. “It’s….it’s…..oh my, can I have your water?”
I’d seen her drain her own glass just a few minutes ago. Now she was asking Christy if she could have hers. Obviously something was happening to her.
While Diane drank down her second glass of water in as many minutes, Christy picked up the tempo, turning up the heat as it were. “Anyway…like I was saying, he really does know how to pleasure a woman Diane, I’ve even found myself masturbating while thinking about it,” she confessed openly.
“Would you excuse me a minute?” Diane said suddenly standing up. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Once again I was half tempted to turn the level down. To my total and complete surprise however, I saw Christy stand up actually waving at me and running both hands through her hair frantically. Almost immediately she chased after Diane, heading for the bathroom.
“This could blow up in our faces,” I thought, but then reprogrammed Diane’s microchip to a level four setting. Even Christy had had an orgasm at this level. And I began to wonder if that’s what she was hoping for now.
“I hope you can hear me Ben,” she said suddenly. “I’m following Diane into the bathroom, her face is flushed…she’s obviously feeling something, and I think now’s the time to push things just a little.”
Though I could no longer see either one of them of course, I could at least hear what was going on. The sounds of a door opening, then closing, a metallic “click” sounding much like Christy had actually locked the bathroom door behind her.
“Diane? Are you in here?” Christy asked.
“Go away,” I heard Diane say. There was an obvious quiver to her voice, and she sounded even a little frightened. “I’ll….I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Open the door Diane,” Christy said softly. “I’m worried about you.”
“I’m fine,” Diane stated, obviously sounding not fine at all.
“I mean it Diane…if you don’t open the door, I’ll slide in beneath it…and I’m not looking forward to having to do that!”
“Please Christy….don’t! I…..I….I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m sure I’ll be fine in just a few minutes.”
“I warned you Diane…ok, here I come,” Christy said. The sound of the stall door opening could be heard.
“See? I told you….I’m………. (THUNK).” I sat there listening to nothing but silence for a moment.
“Ben? Can you hear me? If you can….go ahead and turn the chip off,” Christy said.
“Shit!” I exclaimed, startling the waitress when she came over to refill my coffee.
“Don’t worry…” Christy said a moment later. “I think she just fainted…oh, and Ben? I think she just finished cumming too!” I heard her laugh, making me feel greatly relieved, but also more than just a little worried and concerned for her also.
Again there was silence for a few minutes though I could hear the sound of movement. “Diane? You ok now? I think you must have fainted…or something,” she told her. “Here, let me help you up, and then maybe I’d better drive you back home,” she said.
“Oh Christy…I’m so sorry…it was just so strange! I don’t know what happened, one moment I was feeling….uh, feeling fine…then I felt a little light-headed, weak-kneed, and the next thing I knew, I was…….”
“Having an orgasm?” Christy said.
I dropped my keys in the gutter as I was about to insert them into the door of my car. I was still listening of course, but wanted to get home before them so I could be there when they got home. Hearing Christy’s comment stunned me. “Shit Christy……doesn’t over do it!”
Diane’s voice was so low I nearly didn’t hear her. “How’d you know?” she asked.
Christy laughed, though just as softly. “I saw the look in your eyes at the table,” she told her. “Which is pretty close to the way I look just before I do,” she said. “Haven’t you ever watched yourself in a mirror when you’re cumming?” Christy asked her.
“Fuck Christy!” I said climbing into the front seat of my car. “What the hell kind of a question is that? Don’t freak her out for hells sake!” I admonished her uselessly.
“No…” Diane said, simply.
“But admittedly…you do masturbate, yes?”
Again there was silence. “Can we talk about this on the way home?” she asked. “I feel sort of funny discussing this in the women’s bathroom,” she said.
“Of course…I’ll go out and get the check, meet me out front by the car. Sure you’re going to be ok?” she asked her again.
“Yes…yes, I’m fine now, seriously. I don’t feel weird or anything anymore…just a little something, different….” Diane laughed.
“I guess I can tell you Christy, you’re about the only person I think I could say this too. I actually think I’m horny!”
I nearly drove my car into a ditch.
“Oh yeah…we need to get you home, and quick too!” Christy said laughing with her. “We have a LOT to talk about, girlfriend…a LOT to talk about!”
I soon got out of range of the microphone. Though curious as to what else they had talked about, I could only hope that Christy would maybe fill me in later. I’d gotten home about fifteen minutes before they did, watching as they entered the house. I hoped that Christy would come over and say something to me, but it wasn’t until well after Diane had gone to bed that Christy snuck over to my place. I was preparing to go to bed myself, when I heard her knocking at the backdoor. I opened it, and saw her standing there naked.
“Well? You gonna ask me in or not?”
“Only if you promise to tell me what happened after you left.” I said. Christy walked over to me, reaching down, unzipping my fly and grasping my flaccid penis.
“After you fuck me,” she said. “Then I will.”
“I take it things went well after you left?” I said, feeling my prick growing rapidly as she continued to fondle it.
“Let’s just say she got me very horny on the drive home. Very horny in fact.”
We didn’t make it past the kitchen table.
Nearly ripping off my clothing, Christy pulled me towards the table, hopping up on it. “Hurry Ben…I need you!”
I moved towards the edge of the table. She was situated at the perfect height. Taking my penis in hand, I began teasing her already wet slit, running the length of my member back and forth, tickling her clit before allowing it to rest against her.
“Quit teasing and fuck me, you bastard!” Christy demanded. I slid myself against her one more time, relishing the heat and warmth of her split before slipping deeply, quickly inside of her.
“Better?” I asked, as I rammed myself into her fully.
“Oh fuck yes!” Christy groaned, thrusting back against me. I began a rhythmic coupling with her that soon had both of us racing towards climax. Whatever foreplay either one of us might have enjoyed had been going on all day. Christy was at a fever pitch, drawing me along with her in a frenzy of lust, passion and unfulfilled need.
“Harder! Faster!” she screamed, wrapping her legs around me tightly. I continued to slam into her with a rapidity that threatened to collapse the table. Barely touching it now, had she dug her hands, had particularly her fingernails into my back, raking me as her pleasure begun to build, taking her to unimaginable heights of ecstasy.
“Oh yes…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me!” Christy screamed loudly over and over again. I felt her tense suddenly, sucking in her breath, holding it. As she did, I felt my cock expand, felt the first tremendous discharge escape my prick, filling her cunt with fluid. She screamed…every ounce of her breath exploding from her lips in wild abandonment as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
#
It was quite a while before either of us had recovered sufficiently to even speak. “Damn girl…what was that all about anyway? Not that I didn’t enjoy it mind you…but shit. You gotta tell me what made you so fucking horny!” I said.
“The drive home? You never shut down the program did you?” she asked. I sat there for moment thinking.
“I thought I did,” I said finally. “But in all the excitement, I’m not entirely sure that I did…why?”
“On the way home…Diane was squirming, fidgeting around in her seat. I figured that she was still being stimulated somehow. Either you’d forgotten and left the program running, or she was causing it to work on its own by being aroused herself. Either way, I decided to try and take advantage of the situation. That’s when I asked her what she was thinking about back at the restaurant. If she hadn’t been as aroused as she already was, I don’t think she’d have told me. But since she looked like she was on the verge of having another orgasm, she was more than happy to tell me.”
“What did she say?”
“Well, I guess when I had mentioned that you and I had fooled around before, especially telling her how good you are with that tongue of yours…” Christy winked, “…Diane started imagining that. Coupled with the stimulation she was already getting, she became more and more aroused. She admitted to me, of course, that’s never happened to her before….duh. And she was really embarrassed by it initially. Anyway…telling me about it on the drive home, she got aroused all over again. And that’s when I wondered if you’d left the program on. It was at that point I decided to gamble a little bit.”
“Gamble? Christy…what did you do?”
Christy smiled, reaching down to actually touch herself as she remembered. “Listening to her, I told her to tell me specific’s, to describe to me what she was thinking about when she came. Surprisingly, she did. And she told me in pretty juicy detail, imagining you down between her legs licking her cunt, I began playing with myself…slipping a finger beneath my panties underneath my skirt. Diane knew what I was doing of course…continued watching me, AND telling me what had turned her on so much. The more she watched, talked…the more she became excited. Shit Ben…she joined me!”
“You mean to tell me she actually played with herself in front of you on the drive home?”
“Ah huh….she did. And even came again too! The only bad thing, the moment we got home, she raced upstairs to her bedroom, slammed the door…and never came out again.”
“Shit…I hope we didn’t freak her out,” I said.
“I think she freaked herself out,” Christy replied. “I’m tempted to believe that’s maybe the first time she’d ever been that horny…certainly that uninhibited. I’m serious Ben, she sat there watching me finger myself, and the next moment, and she’d lifted up her skirt, slid her hand down inside the front of her panties, and was doing the same thing I was!”
I glanced at my watch, it was nearing midnight. “I wonder if she’s still wearing them.” I asked. “Do you know if she sleeps naked, or what?”
“I’m pretty sure she just wears panties and a tee shirt to bed. At least that’s all I’ve ever seen her in first thing in the morning.”
“Hmmm, maybe now would be the time to experiment a little more,” I suggested. Christy followed me into the den where I open.

The Photographer

Administrator — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 09:47:02 +0000

The Photographer
By: ISS
“You do understand the nature of the photographs we’ll be shooting,” Carl asked, “I just want to get everything out in the open so that later on we don’t have a problem!?!” “I understand,” the matronly female replied, “most of them will be me by myself, but some will involve other people!!!” “And just to make it even more clear,” Carl responded, “those pictures with the other people can involve both men and women and are of the x-rated variety!!!” Glenna nodded her head slowly and asked, “And how much money do you pay for posing!?!” “It varies,” he answered, “Two hundred a day for solo, three hundred for soft core, and five hundred for the hard stuff, now are you sure you want to go through with it, it’s pretty easy if you have the temperament for it, but if not………………..”!!! “I need the money,” Glenna replied, “but I want you to know I don’t have a perfect body by any stretch of the imagination, in fact I have a few sags here and there, and my breasts aren’t what they once were either!!!” Nodding his head, Carl replied, “That is exactly what muy client wants, the grand motherly type who is all woman and oozes sensuality, not some plastic little girl who’s all silicone and hair spray!!!” With a short laugh Glenna shot back, “Well, I’m certainly not that!!!” “All right then” he said “let’s get started!!!”
“I’ve never done this before,” Glenna offered, “are you sure that your customer wants a sixty year old has been!?!” “You look just fine, baby,” Carl said soothingly, “okay now, lean over a little and let me see some of that cleavage spilling out of your bra!!!” “Oh, wow,” he enthused, “what size bra do you wear, you’re really huge!?!” “Uh, 42dd,” she replied softly, “do they look too big?!?” “Are you kidding,” he replied as he snapped away, “you can never be too big in this line of work, now be a good girl and drop the bra for me!!!” With nervous hands, Glenna reached back and undid the five clasps that held her industrial strength brassiere in place, and with almost little girl shyness, let it slip from her shoulders to the floor! “Holy smokes,” he gasped, “incredible, just incredible, baby, you have the juiciest jugs I’ve seen in a long time, and those nipples, christ alive, it looks like you must have breast fed fifty babies!!!” Hearing his comments about her chest not only raised a little red in her cheeks, it also caused her vagina to dampen!!! It had been a long time since a man made such sexually suggestive comments about her body, and just because she wasn’t in her prime, a lady never tired of hearing a man tell her that he liked the way she looked!!!”
For the next hour Carl snapped away, taking hundreds of photos of Glenna posing topless and wearing just a panty girdle, and just like he had said earlier, if you got comfortable in front of the camera, it was a snap!!! After a whirlwind of quick poses, Carl asked, “Are you read for the next step, honey, I think the world is ready to see your pussy!?!” A slightly red faced Glenna nodded her head and began slithering out of her skin tight girdle as Carl’s camera clicked away!!! “Oooooolala,” he said with enthusiasm, “now that is a bush and a half, oh yeah, that’s it, show us your hairy muffy, yeah baby go, good, good, yeah that’s it, sit down and spread for me, show us that slit, oh yeah baby, your a natural!!!” She never thought it possible, but she was a true slut for the camera!!! Taking a large breast into her hand, she lifted the big nipple to her mouth and sucked on it, while with the other hand she held open her pussy so Carl could get some shots of her hard clit, and after taking a raft of pussy and tit shots, he had her turn over so he could get some of her big fat white ass!!! “Good, baby,” he offered, “show us that ass, oh yeah what a nice fat butt you have, fucking love it!!!
Okay, Glenna, let’s take five,” he said, “I’ve gotta reload the cameras, so just relax for a couple of minutes!!!” Glenna was getting used to being naked in front of the camera, and even though there was a robe available to cover up in between takes, she didn’t even bother picking it up, rather she just lay back with her legs spread and her fat hairy pussy overtly exposed to Carl’s eyes!!! After he was finished with the film, he came over and sat down on the platform next to her and said, “Good job, baby, my buyer is really gonna like these shots, there’s a big demand for “Grandma” stuff, I guess people are getting tired of perfection and wanna see women the way they really are!!!” “Can I ask you a question,” he asked, “if you don’t wanna answer, just say so!?!” “No, go ahead,” she replied, “fire away!!!” “I’m just curious,” he asked, while letting his hand run up and down her bare leg, “why are you posing like this, you just don’t seem like the type!?!” His hand was having an electric effect on her, and she had to catch her breath to answer, “Well, my husband of forty years passed away, and to be blunt about it, I need the money badly!!!” He continued to massage her leg and continued, “Are you ready to make some extra cash then, I think we’re about ready for the next step!?!” She was about to reply, but the air whistled out of her lungs as his hand rested against her pussy and he wriggled his finger into her now very steamy love box!!! Instead of an answer, a long low moan gurgled up from her throat and her hands just naturally went to her nipples and began softly twisting the big nubs!!! Carl continued to finger the excited woman and observed, “Well, I guess you already answered my question,” while out of nowhere he produced a huge latex dildo which he held in front of her face and went on, “now I’m gonna go back to the camera, and I want you to use this on your pussy, got it!?!” She was so excited by now she was next to incoherent, but she managed to nod her head yes as she took the big satisfier from his hand!!! When he finally got ready for this first shot he opined, “We’re almost ready, baby, but remember, I don’t want any faking, I want real orgasms, so whenever you’re ready, go to it!!!”
Jesus she was turned on, her cunt was leaking all over the place and her nipples were begging to be sucked, but instead of ramming the big rubber cock into her cunt, Glenna put the big head into her mouth and sucked hard, while pretending to give the fat dildo a blow job!!! “Oh man,” Carl entused, “you are one hot fucking bitch, that’s the way baby, suck that dick, act like you fucking want it so shoot into your mouth, oh yeah, do it, baby!!!” Listening to him encourage her on only made her hotter, so it was only a matter of time until she couldn’t stand it anymore, and almost without warning, rammed the thick cudgel of a cock deep into her begging pussy!!! “Oh god,” she moaned, “it feels so fucking good, it’s so fucking huge, my pussy feel totally packed with cock, oh jesus I’m fucking cumming, Carl, I can’t fucking help it, my clit’s just going off on me, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, godddddddddddd help me I’m cummingggggggggggggggggg!!!” Carl was going from one camera to the other while trying to get the best possible angle for each shot, but now it was him that was sweating as he watched the matronly bitch put on a show that would have put any twenty year old to shame!!!
“Christ alive,” he said to himself as he walked over to the platform, “she is fucking hot!!!” “Oh, baby,” he said softly, “you really put on a show, are you sure you’re all right!?!” With the thick cock still hanging lewdly out of her hairy cunt, she replied “I-I’m just fine, but that was a really hard one, I haven’t cum like that in years!!!” “Tell me baby,” he asked while sitting down beside her, “when’s the last time you had a real live dick in your mouth!?!” “Over a year,” she admitted, “and do I ever miss it!!” “Do you swallow,” he asked casually while gently taking hold of the end of the dildo and pressing it into her, “you look like the kind of woman who loves the taste of cum!?!” The sassy talk form Carl and the renewed pressure on the rubber cock, made Glenna’s pussy flood once more, and again her breathing became shallow as she tried to answer him, “I-I love sucking cum and swallowing, oh, oh, oh, that feels so good, ohhhhhhhhh, yessssss, I guess I’m just a cock sucker at heart, ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!” Now while actually moving the thick cock in and out of her pussy he asked, “So Glenna, would you consider yourself a cock hound or just a cock sucker!?!” This was insane, this potty mouth of a photographer was absolutely driving her crazy with lust, and as incredible as it seemed, she was on the verge of another giant orgasm!!! “I asked you a question, dear,” he persisted, “cock sucker or cock hound, which is it!?!” “Uh, ohhhhhhhhhh, god,” she stammered, “I-I don’t know, neither, no, no, that isn’t right, ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyy, that feels good, I-I’m a cock sucker, that’s it, a cock sucker, ohhhhhhh!!!” “Of course you are,” he said sweetly, “and just to show you what a nice guy I am, I’m going to give you this,” as he stood up and let his hard cock bounce just inches in front of her mouth!!! When her eyes finally focused on it, she nearly went wild trying to put it into her mouth, but he playfully leaned back, just keeping it barely out of her greedy reach!!! “So,” he said in an innocent voice, “does my hot bitch Glenna want some hard pecker!?!” “God,” she panted, “don’t torture me this way, please let me have it, it’s been so long for me!!!” Now sharply twisting the dildo in her cunt, he asked in an even voice, “So tell me, bitch, how much do you like to suck dick!?!” The harsh twist of the dildo made her gasp, but she quickly recovered and begged, “Y-you know I can’t help myself, so please, let me put it in my mouth, I promise to swallow it, so pretty please, let mama have your hard young pecker!!!”
He kept moving the dildo and teasing her incessantly for the next five minutes or so, until he finally let her “capture” his cock and take it eagerly into her mouth!!! He was just getting into it, when she nipped sharply on his smooth head and causing him to yelp in pain!!! “You might have me at a disadvantage, junior,” she said with a wink, “but just remember this, you have your cock next to thirty two sharp teeth, so you better treat me nice!!!” “Touche,” he replied as he pounded the dildo in and out of her cunt, “you suck me and I’ll fuck you, deal!?!” “Deal,” she replied as she inhaled him back in!!!” She was absolutely rapacious, this sixty year old senior citizen, never in his life had he had his pecker sucked so expertly or enthusiastically, while on the other hand, she was thinking that not since she was much younger, had she had a cock that was so long and thick and made her feel like such a pussy!!! It was in front of this back drop that both of them exploded in a tumultuous mutual orgasm that left them both totally wiped out!!!
After a five minute recovery period, Glenna offered, “Too bad we didn’t have the camera going, that would be x-rated money!!!” He laughed a bit, then held up his hand to show her a remote control shutter switch, and replied, “I got it all baby, and I must say, you are a fucking natural!!!” She stared at the switch for a moment and then asked, “You mean, you got it all, I mean everything!?!” He nodded and replied, “Like I said, baby, everything!!!”

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Jan had started seeing Doctor Stevens only after getting tremendous
pressure from her best friend, Donna. Jan insisted that she really
didn’t have a problem that required the services of a psychiatrist,
but Donna insisted that she talk to Dr. Stevens, so she went. Jan
still believed that she didn’t need to go, but had been learning so
much about herself and her life that she went each week. Besides,
she really liked the Doctor, and could afford the visits, so why
not.

I should pause, here to tell you a little about Jan. She is Vice
President of Sales with a medium size electronics manufacturer in
the midwest. She is respected by everyone who deals with her as a
tough but fair executive who knows her business and manages people
very effectively. Her sales force calls her “The Iron Lady” but not
in her presence. It is obvious the first time you meet her that she
is a beautiful woman who could easily have become a top paid model
or actress but in her role as a business woman, she tones the
beauty down to “attractive” by her dress, demeanor and sparing use
of makeup. She wears very conservative business suits, doesn’t
smoke and drinks only a little wine on social occasions. Jan is
thirty-six, but most people believe she is only in her late
twenties. Those who know her a little better are aware of the fact
that she has been divorced for about three years from a man who
tried for five to deal with her strong personality but finally
admitted defeat and went to live with a woman almost ten years his
junior and seems to be ecstatically happy, now. Jan has seen three
men off and on, since her divorce but is “too busy” to think about
a long term relationship. Her only close female friend is Donna,
whom she has known since college and whom she trusts with her
deepest, darkest secrets. In fact, Donna is one of the few people
in the world who know about Jan’s “other life”, the one that
prompted her to insist that Jan talk with Dr. Stevens.

Six months ago, Jan was on a business trip to Boston when she met a
man in the hotel bar and found her self talking with him for hours.
Dan was unlike anyone she had ever known. From the first, she was
fascinated by his quiet manner and soft speech and the
contradiction represented by the “fire” she saw in his eyes. He
made no attempt to pick her up or hit on her. In fact, she was the
one who kept the conversation going and she began to realize that
she would have to say “goodnight” to this fascinating man and might
never see him again. That prospect made her sad and she resolved
not to let it happen. When it was time for her to return to her
room, she initiated an exchange of phone numbers and said she hoped
they could get together on her next trip to Boston. He smiled as
they parted and kissed her very softly on the cheek (somehow, she
had hoped for more).

The next trip was only two weeks later. She told herself that it
was important that she follow up with the new potential customer
right away but deep inside she knew that the Northeast Regional
Sales Manager was the best in the company and could easily handle
things at this early stage of negotiations. She had never before
arranged a business trip for personal reasons and refused to admit
to herself that she was doing so now. Dan picked her up at her
hotel and they talked of nothing in particular as he drove her to a
small French restaurant. Over dinner, she found herself drifting
away from the conversation several times as she tried to gain an
understanding of what she was seeing and feeling in his eyes. Over
coffee, she told him that she really didn’t want the lovely evening
to end (hoping he would take the hint). He said, “We could stop by
my place for a nightcap, if you like.” She had to restrain herself
from blurting out “Oh, Yes!” and said, demurely, “I think that
might be very nice.” Dan looked at her for several moments, then
took her hand gently into both of his. It was like an electric
shock and she only half heard him say, “But, there is something I
think you need to know…” When he knew that his words had reached
her brain, he continued, “I am a very strong willed man and I
require my lovers to place themselves completely under my control.
If you don’t feel comfortable with that, perhaps it would be better
if we had our nightcap at the bar in your hotel.”

Jan only partly understood the meaning of his words, but she knew,
without question, that she had to be alone with him and the sooner,
the better. Her mouth was dry as she nodded slightly and replied,
“I’d really prefer your place.” They talked a little as they drove
to his house but Jan’s mind was filled with questions. She really
didn’t know Dan very well and had surprised herself by saying she
would go with him. She had a strong sense that she could trust him
and needed desperately to be in his arms and feel his body pressing
against hers.

It was a fairly large, old house on a quiet residential street and
it was obviously well cared for. Even in the dark, she could see
that the lawn was well manicured and dotted with big, old oak
trees. He parked the car in the drive and came around to open her
door. He took her hand lightly as they walked up the front steps.
He unlocked the door and reached in to turn on the hall light
before allowing her to enter. When they were in, he closed and
relocked the door then, escorted her to a very modern looking great
room. It was clear that someone had remodeled the old house
extensively and the great room had probably once been a living room
and dining room. She turned and offered herself for the kiss that
she fully expected. He took her (so gently) into his arms and their
lips met. Almost immediately, their tongues were teasing each other
and she felt a great welling up of need and desire. Too soon, he
broke the kiss and stepped back slightly, holding her hands in his.

“As I told you,” he began, “I will expect you to do exactly as I
ask. If, at any time, you want to stop, you must say ‘That’s
enough’. When you say those words, our time together will be at an
end and I will take you back to your hotel. Do you understand?” She
was shaken by the stern tone of his voice and the seriousness of
his words, but she nodded. Jan was beginning to understand that she
was to be submissive to his wishes and she found herself both
frightened and excited by the situation. “After all”, she
reassured herself, “I can stop it any time I want.” It never
occurred to her that she would soon lack any desire for her time
with Dan to end.

“First, I want you to remove your pantyhose and panties.”, he
directed. She started to protest, but he held up his hand. There
was no mistaking the meaning of his gesture and she found herself
standing before him taking off her shoes, followed by her
undergarments as he had instructed. She looked around for someplace
to put the items she had just taken off but there was nothing
within reach so she just dropped them at her side. “Now, kneel down
and open my pants.”, he said quietly. Her skirt was short enough
that when she knelt, she could feel the soft carpet against her
knees, and she reached forward to loosten his belt and unzip his
fly. She was moving as if in a dream, now, and lowered his pants
and briefs to the floor. His semi-hard cock hung between his legs
and she was impressed with its size and shape and wanted to touch
it but wasn’t sure if she was supposed to wait for instructions, so
she did nothing. Dan kicked off his shoes, pulled his socks free
and pushed the pile of clothing aside with his foot. He removed the
rest of his clothes in silence as she knelt motionless before him.
When he was completely undressed, he said, “Show me how you suck
cock.” The words stung her. “Why does he have to be so direct?”,
she wondered and looked up into his eyes. He smiled and said,
“Remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Using both hands, she guided the head of his penis between her lips
and began to lick it with her tongue. She was so aroused that she
could feel her juices beginning to leak from her vagina and run
down the inside of her thighs.

This is essentially the story she told Dr. Stevens on her second
visit. The first visit had been spent getting to know one another
a little and learning to feel comfortable in the doctor’s office.
The second time, Dr. Stevens had said, almost immediately, “Tell me
about why you decided to see me.” Jan really didn’t know how to
begin so she just started talking about how she had met Dan and
ended up becoming his “slave” and how “out of character” it was for
her to behave this way but she didn’t want to stop. Dr. Stevens
rested her chin on her fingers as she listened to Jan’s story and
when Jan had paused, reflecting on the scene she was describing,
the doctor asked, “How did you feel when he was in your mouth?” “I
wanted to taste his sperm.”, Jan blurted out, then said, “I’m.. I’m
sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” The doctor leaned forward to
touch her hand and said, “Of course you should. If that’s how you
felt. I need to know your feelings and I don’t want you to hold
back because you think you may shock me.”

After a short pause, Jan went on. “It was really weird. Dan is an
O.K. looking guy but not the type I would usually be attracted to.
But, when he told me, straight out, that he wanted me to suck him,
it was as though there was nothing else in the world I wanted more
than to make him come in my mouth. It only took a few minutes
before he tensed and I felt the fist spurts hit the roof of my
mouth and I had to start swallowing. He told me not to swallow but
just let it run out my mouth so I did as he said and I could feel
it running down my chin and neck. I’ve never really enjoyed the
taste and feel of sperm before, but I remember thinking how
beautiful it was at that moment.”

“When it was over, Dan told me to get down on my hands and knees
and I felt him lift my skirt all the way up and lay it on my back.
I felt very strange with my ass exposed like that but I couldn’t do
anything else. Besides, I felt a thrill like I’ve never known
before and wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me. I think I
knew he was going to use my ass, but I pretended that I didn’t know
what he intended and just waited, kneeling on the floor while he
went to a table and took something out of a drawer. In one way, I
dearly wanted to look to see what he was doing, but in a more
powerful way, I didn’t want to know. So, I stayed with my eyes
focused on the carpet before me as he returned and started applying
some kind of lubricant between my cheeks. He came around in front
of me and held out a vibrator that was very narrow at the end, but
gradually widened a little. About half way along it’s length, it
became much wider and stayed that width to its very large base. Dan
said, ‘This will help you become ready for me and I think you’ll
find it quite interesting on its own. Have you ever had a man in
your ass?’ I looked up at him and said (quite truthfully) ‘No.’
Then, he went behind me and I felt the tip of the vibrator nudge
against my anus. He turned it on very low and moved it around a
little before working just the end into my opening. As he held it
there, I was aware that my vagina was positively flowing and I
waited for more. He was so slow and gentle, that there was never
any pain as he moved the narrow end in and out in a kind of rhythm
and pushed more and more into me until he reached the place where
it bulged out wider. Dan put his hand on my back and said, ‘This
may hurt just a little, but it won’t last long.’ I tensed at his
words and he said, ‘No. You must remain relaxed.’ and he pushed
forward steadily as I felt myself stretching to accept the wider
part. There was a sharp pain as I opened farther than I would have
thought possible, but it started to disappear almost immediately as
I felt the whole vibrator sliding in to the depths of my bottom. He
turned up the speed and started fucking me with this devilish toy
as I grunted and groaned and found myself pushing back to meet each
thrust.”

“Suddenly, he pulled it out. I gasped and I felt him place the head
of his cock against my slightly open anus. He pressed forward
steadily until his stomach was resting against my cheeks and his
legs were tight against mine. I could feel him all the way up
inside me and I started to come. I kept coming as he fucked my ass
as deeply as he could until he finally came and slowly withdrew.”

Dr. Stevens was quiet for a while, then asked, “Jan, why do you
think you liked it?” “I think it’s because I’m always in control at
work”, Jan replied, “and I really don’t have a very exciting life
outside the office. I know I was searching for something before I
met Dan, and now I feel like I’ve found it. The other thing is that
it seems so ‘dirty’. I was raised in a very strict environment and
all through college and my career, I’ve worked hard at being very
serious and straight. I remember thinking, as Dan’s sperm was
dripping down my chin, ‘If my sales people could only see their
boss, now!’ It was really very exciting to think about but, of
course, I could never let anyone know I did anything like that (let
alone, loved it). It’s hard enough for a woman to be taken
seriously in the business world without having people think you’re
some kind of nymphomaniac or pervert.”

“Do you think you’re a nymphomaniac or pervert?”, Dr. Stevens
asked. Jan thought for a while, then replied, “I guess I don’t
know. In a way, what I let Dan do to, and with, me seems perverted
but when I’m with him, I just feel so free. That sounds funny,
doesn’t it? That I would feel so free when I’m being his slave? Dr.
Stevens was quiet for a few minutes, then said, softly, “Are you
going to keep seeing him?” Jan’s response was immediate. “I don’t
think I could stop. And, I don’t think I want to. Do you think I
should?” “I won’t tell you what to do”, the doctor answered, “but I
am a little concerned for your safety. Suppose Dan decides to go
too far and no one even knows you’re with him?” Jan said, “I really
don’t believe that will happen, but it’s a good point. Would it be
all right if I leave a message on your answering machine when I’m
going to see him, so at least you’ll know?” Dr. Stevens agreed, and
told Jan she wanted her to think through what she was doing and
why, so they could both understand it more fully. Jan said she
would.

Three Way

Administrator — Fri, 14 Dec 2007 09:11:02 +0000

I just recently moved to a new city, started a new job, and met so
many new people that I felt very insecure and lonely. About a two months ago
I met John and Debbie through a mutual friend. John is very nice looking, at
about six foot two inches with blue eyes and dark brown hair. I was attracted
to him right away, but his wife Debbie sort of intimidated me. Debbie is a
goregous blonde, the type that guys pant and drool over. She’s really tall,
about five foot ten, with long blonde hair that reaches her waist. She has
a beautiful figure (36-24-35) and is in really good shape. And she has a nice
tan that makes her green eyes stand out. We went to dinner, our mutual friend
that I was seeing was a nice guy, but we weren’t anything more than friends.
We talked about moving into the area, and how hard is was to find new friends
and make new contacts. Just after we were seated for dinner, Debbie and I
excused ourselves and went to the “powder room”, the wine we’d been drinking
in the lounge had run its course and we wanted to get rid of it. When I came
out of the stall, Debbie was combing her hair in front of the mirror and I
checked my make-up. I saw her eyeing me in the mirror, giving me an up and
down look, and felt pretty good that she thought I was a potential rival (not
that I’d try to take a married guy from his wife). I’m not bad looking. I’m
five foot four with light brown hair, brown eyes (that guys say are very sexy
“bedroom” eyes), and I’m proud of my figure (34c-22-34), although sometimes
I wish my breasts were larger. The dress I was wearing was a light slinky
affair that showed off my figure and was green and black (my favorite colors)
and it came down to just above my knees. Debbie wore a pure black dress that
accented her cleavage and her hips, and her long legs with a slit on one side
that stopped almost indecently high on her thigh. Debbie said “I’m jealous.
John keeps looking at you and undressing you with his eyes.” I looked at her,
not sure what to say, but I did giggle a bit. I’d noticed John eyeing me a
lot, but I figured that he was just enjoying my legs. I told her that John
was probably just fantasizing about having us both (most men seem to have a
fantasy about two women). Debbie stopped combing her hair and looked at me
with an impish look in her eye. “Have you ever done that?” she asked. I
blushed, thinking of one time I had, and told her yes. It was several years
ago with my boyfriend and my best girlfriend. Debbie wanted the details, but
I sort of stammered, saying that it was a long story. She said I’d have to
tell her about it some other time, but she’d also had that fantasy, and wanted
to know how it felt. When she said that I could feel myself start to get wet
thinking about her and John in bed and her fantasizing about another woman
with them. Debbie started to adjust her clothes a bit, and then asked me to
check her bra strap, that she thought it was coming loose. I stood behind
her and unzipped the back of her dress. My hands shook slightly, as I reached
to re-hook one of the three hooks that had come loose. I felt her stiffen as
my fingers touched her bare skin, and felt little electric shocks race through
me, making my pussy feel even wetter. I hooked her bra, and Debbie suddenly
leaned back. I thought she was fainting and caught her with my hands on her
sides, just below her large breasts. She breathed heavily and turned around,
a needing look in her eyes. She reached out and squeezed my left breast in
her hand, and both of us moaned slightly. My pussy was really wet and I was
a bit scared that she’d want to do me right in the restroom. “God, you’re
so beautiful.” she whispered. My knees were weak and I finally told her that
we needed to get back, half afraid that she’d ignore me, half afraid she
wouldn’t. She took a deep breath, and said “You’re right.” We straightened
ourselves up and headed for the door. Debbie stopped and said “If we can get
rid of David, would you like to come over to our place tonight?” I stopped,
stunned at her boldness, and heard myself answer “Yes, and maybe your fantasy
will come true.” Did I really say that? What had come over me? Maybe it
was the wine; or was it? Debbie gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and
we rejoined the guys at the table.
Before I go on, let me explain that while I’d been to bed with my boy-
friend and my best girlfriend, I’d never made love to another woman. My best
friend and I shared my boyfriend, not each other. I wondered afterwards about
it, because everytime our bodies had touched or brushed each other, I felt so
incredibly sexy. I’ve seen porno movies and girls doing girls, and it doesn’t
turn me off, but it does excite men with the “nastiness” of it. But then, I
was raised by very religious parents too, and at 25, I’d finally gotten over
feeling guilty about enjoying sex. I’d also found that I enjoyed teasing my
boyfriend by dressing and exposing my tits or pussy, like a tank top pulled
down so my tits were exposed. But I’d never been with another woman and I
wondered about Debbie’s bold squeeze of my breast. Sitting at the table,
every time I saw her cleaveage I could feel my pussy throb.
Anyway, we left the restaurant, and Debbie asked David if it was alright
if I went with them, as Debbie wanted to show me her art work (Debbie was an
artist for a big company, but she loved to paint at home too). David said he
didn’t mind, and I thanked him for introducing me to Debbie and John, and
John said that he and Debbie would take me home. David left and I got into
the car with John and Debbie, sitting in the middle at Debbie’s insistance.
While we drove through the darkness to their house, Debbie’s dress had slid
up on her legs, and her left thigh was very exposed by the slit of her dress.
John was looking left as he turned and Debbie took my right hand and placed
it on her thigh. I could feel her warm skin through her pantyhose and I felt
a sort of electric shock. I looked at her, and she was watching my face too.
John was distracted, talking about how well Debbie painted and trying to
merge onto the freeway at the same time. The wine had loosened my inhibitions
and I slid my hand under Debbie’s dress and touched her pussy. I felt her
hips rise against my hand, and I found that she was so wet she’d almost soaked
her pantyhose! I looked at John just in time. He looked at me and asked me
if I liked hot tubs. “Sure.” I said. He didn’t see my hand under Debbie’s
dress in the darkness and he paid more attention to his driving. I removed
my hand, and looked at Debbie. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing very
deeply. Her slick moistness was on my fingers and I told her I’d love to look
at her paintings before we hit the hot tubs. While she answered I raised my
fingers to my mouth and licked her honey from my fingers. Her eyes were
riveted on my lips and I smiled. John of course wasn’t watching so he didn’t
know what we were doing.
They had a lovely two story house in a new area just outside of town.
John said he’d pour some more wine and went to the kitchen and Debbie led me
by the hand upstairs to her “studio”. Once there, with John making noises
downstairs, Debbie pulled me to her and kissed me passionately on the mouth.
Her tounge slid past my parted lips and found mine. Her body seemed to burn
against me, her hands cupped my behind, fondling them eagerly. I could feel
my panties were sopping wet and my tounge followed hers into her mouth. We
kept this up until we heard John coming up the stairs. John passed out some
rather large glasses of white wine and we sipped and looked at Debbie’s art.
She was really a good artist. Some of her works were landscapes but most
were of people. One amusing one was of two toddlers at the beach, sans any
swimsuits, and playing with a large beach ball. John opened a closet door
and pulled out what he called his “favorite painting”. Debbie blushed a bit
and said that John was biased. John turned the painting around and I looked
at a self portrait of Debbie, standing and nude, her long blonde hair pulled
up by her hands behind her head. It was a stunning piece of work. I looked
at her large breasts and nipples and her very blonde pussy. Her legs were
gorgeous and trim too. My pussy felt wetter than ever. I looked at Debbie
and said that she was so beautiful. She blushed and told John to show her
the other one. This was a full length nude of John, with a tremendous
erection. I whistled and told John that he made a very good model. “Debbie
had to keep me hard while she painted that. And it took her three days!”
We all laughed and Debbie blushed slightly. Why was she embarrassed? I felt
like she should be proud of her beautiful bod. We talked about painting and
of course sex for a while, then John suggested that we take a dip in the hot
tub. I was ready, the wine already relaxing me and making me feel a bit wild.
Debbie explained that she and John never wore suits in the hot tub, but that
I was welcome to wear one of hers (if it would fit that is). We let John go
into the tub first while I said I’d like to try on one of Debbie’s suits.
John went downstairs and undressed by the tub while we went into the master
bedroom. Debbie opened a drawer and told me to look through her suits and
see if anything would fit. She stepped over by the bed and stripped out of
her clothes quickly. I followed her example and quickly removed my clothes.
Now we were both naked and close to each other, and I felt myself tremble
as she came closer. Her hands cupped my breasts and kneaded them, sending a
wave of pleasure over me. I reached up to hers and felt their warmth and
their fullness. Debbie begged me to suck her nipples and I leaned forward,
thinking how exciting this was. I licked her large and dark nipples, and
sucked them the way I like it. I pinched them between my lips, and tugged
gently. Debbie moaned softly the whole time, her hips swaying and she was
breathing deeply. I guess I really got into it, and she had to pry me off
her breasts to kiss me. She kissed me hard and passionately, and I seemed
to melt against her. Her hands explored me and found my pussy. When her
fingers touched the lips of my pussy, I shuddered with pleasure. Debbie just
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Same sex fantasy

Administrator — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 08:31:02 +0000

Have you ever held on to the same fantasy for years and finally, long after

you’d given up hope of it ever coming true it does. It’s like getting a

Christmas present in February. It’s not anything you expect, but it sure

can make you happy. That’s just what happened to me.

Before I share it with you I’ll give you a little background. I was

introduced to the pleasures of sucking cock at the tender age of 15 by one

of the neighborhood tough guys, who was a couple of years older than me.

He thought he was pretty cool, Mr. BadAss “forcing” another guy to polish

his knob, but he soon discovered that you can’t force the eager. It may

have burst his bubble to learn that I liked it, but it didn’t prevent him

from seeking me out. It was after all the perfect arrangement; he liked

being sucked; I liked sucking.

He gave me lots of practice; by the time I turned 16 I was a fairly adept

pole smoker. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy doing my neighbor, but after

taking his load at least 150 times I wanted to expand out to new (and

hopefully bigger) things. I looked at any good looking guy I saw as someone

who I could suck if the opportunity arose. It was just a matter of time

before something happened.

That summer, having just got my license, I wanted my own car. My dad made

me a deal. He owned a small manufacturing company. He’d front me the

money for my wheels, but I’d have to pay off my loan by working for him

during all school vacations. Who could pass up a deal like that? So that’s

how I met Eric.

Eric was 20 years old and everything I considered a super hunk to be. He

had short-cropped, sandy blond hair, pale blue eyes, an All-American,

Saturday Evening Post kind of face together with a body that nearly took my

breath away the first time I saw him. He was my definition of

masculine. There’s no denying it, I was in lust at first sight. From the

moment I noticed the bulge protruding from the crotch of his jeans I wanted

to do nothing less than drop to my knees and worship it.

Eric had worked for my dad since his senior year in high school, but we’d

never met. I knew him by reputation only. Dad really liked him, saying he

was a hard and willing worker and dad was never one to hand out compliments

or praise just for the sake of doing so. At the time Eric was sort of a

jack of all trades, learning the entire operation from the ground up. Dad

had great hopes for advancing him as the business grew and prospered. My

summer job was going to be to take over running the outside errands and

office boy duties that he’ been doing while he became more involved in

learning the production end of the business.

Of course this meant that for the first couple of weeks I would be working

with Eric while he trained me. As far as I was concerned this was the

perfect arrangement and I determined to have him before the two weeks were

up. To understand where I was coming from, or at least to put it into

perspective, you need to know that I was an only child with asthma and I’d

become used to getting my own way. Not that I got everything just for the

asking, but if I was willing to work and plot, I usually got what I

wanted. Add to this the fact that I’d led a very sheltered life, despite

the fact that I’d been sucking cock for over a year, and really didn’t know

much about sex in the real world. So it’s somewhat understandable that it

didn’t occur to me that anybody would see anything wrong with one guy

wanting to suck another off, and I certainly didn’t realize that a guy who

enjoyed sex might turn down the offer of a blow job. Not even the fact that

Eric was married with one kid and another on the way deterred me in my

quest.

I certainly didn’t waste any time. We’d been out on the road alone for

about 20 minutes when, not even trying to maneuver the conversation toward

sex I just came out and asked,

“Eric have you ever had a blow job?”

He looked pretty shocked, at least by the abruptness of the question, he

laughed a little nervously and said, “course I’ve had a blow job. I’m

married aren’t I?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Anokhi bhabhi

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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.

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!”
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“Oh, hi Brad? Did ya’ like my party last night?”
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“Really, man? You got lucky? Who was it?”
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“Yeah? That girl you left with? What was her name?”
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“Hmmm, Sherry?”
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“Uh, huh. Uh, huh.”
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“Never saw her before last night.”
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“Uh, huh.”
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“You don’t say! Her friend never came home?”
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“Nope.”
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“Mindy? I don’t recall the name. What does she look like?”
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“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.”
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“So You gonna call her again? Okay, later, dude.”
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“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!”
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“Detective Jones?”
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“Yeah I had a party at my house last night.”
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“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.”
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“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?”
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“Hey Brad! What’s up?”
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Really?”
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“Yeah, the cops came around here a few days ago, too; crawling through the woods behind my house all day long.”
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“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.”
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“Then the reporters came around too.”
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“Yeah, even a TV crew from Network 21 was out in front of my house yesterday.”
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“Yeah! Monique interviewed me! Man, she’s hot!”
“Yeah.”
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“So you going with that girl? Sherry?”
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“Great!”
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“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.”
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“D-D-Diane? I, I?”
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“No, I’m just really, _really_ surprised to hear from you.”
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“Well, er, I suddenly seem to have a little mystery on my hands.”
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“I don’t know.”
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“Look, Diane. This isn’t a good time to talk. Can I call you back a little later?”
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“No! Nothing’s wrong!”
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“I’ll explain when I call you back, okay. I gotta go!”
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“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?”

The Photographer

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Groom-To-Be and Me

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I answered the classified ad with trepidation. I was married, everyone

assumed I had the perfect life and here I was answering an ad from a

guy looking to have sex with “bi-curious” men. In the letter to the

blind box address I accurately described myself as 6′ 1″, with brown

hair, brown eyes, a swimmer’s build and a great tan – except for my

brilliant white ass which was always protected by a Speedo. I drove to

the Post Office and was literally shaking as I dropped the letter in

the mail chute.

A couple weeks later an envelope with no return address appeared in my

post office box. I quickly tore open the flap and a color photograph

dropped into my lap. The guy in the picture had striking dark features

– and an unbelievable body. From what little he was wearing it

appeared as if he were a professional dancer. The enclosed letter

explained he owned a fitness club and spent a great deal of his time

teaching aerobics. He had always known he was attracted to guys.

However, being from one of the wealthiest and most socially prominent

families in town did not give him the option of being openly gay. In

fact, he was marrying into one of the other “better” families in town

the following month.

I could relate to his message. I had also forced all thoughts of

possibly being gay into the farthest recesses of my mind. I knew my

family would never accept that I could be gay and most likely I would

be disowned. That was the last thing I had wanted. Instead, I married

my college sweetheart. Although I really did love her, the desire to

be with another man was overpowering.

Feeling almost sick to my stomach, I called the phone number in the

letter when I got home. My voice cracked as I asked for “Michael.” The

masculine response on the other end of the line was: “Speaking.”

After explaining who I was, and some idle chit-chat, he suggested I

come by his gym two mornings later. He said it would not seem unusual

to his employees to have someone stop by to visit him at work. I could

be an old friend or possibly a new client for his sideline as a

personal trainer. He told me that if I were wearing gym clothes I

would fit right in.

Two days later I kissed my wife goodbye as she went off to work and I

headed for the shower to relax. I was incredibly nervous. As the hot

water cascaded down my torso I caught myself running my hands over my

chest, stomach and down to my crotch. My cock was twitching with

anticipation of what might happen later that morning. I stroked

myself, bringing myself to the verge of an explosive orgasm. I

suddenly stopped, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. My prick

remained rock hard as I toweled the excess water from my skin.

I caught a glimpse of myself in front of the full-length mirror in the

bedroom. I had to admit I looked pretty good. The sharp lines of my

summer tanning focused all attention on the smooth white globes of my

bubble-butt. I turned around and noticed the V-shape of my chest

directed my eyes immediately down to my still-engorged cock. The red

of the fleshy pole and my dark, trimmed public hair stood out against

the pale vee of my crotch.

I stepped into a black jockstrap and had to pack my cock into the

front pouch. A pair of tight yellow Dolphin running shorts were pulled

up over the jock, presenting an inviting package from the front or

back. I pulled one of my old fraternity T-shirts over my still wet

hair and I was ready to go.

After about a ten-minute drive I arrived at Michael’s fitness center.

The sound of the latest aerobic music and the clanging of weights

mixed with the unmistakable aroma of male sweat. A couple of women

walked by in their workout gear, looking me up and down as I neared

the front counter. The young guy at the desk did the same as I asked

for Michael.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

I could believe that it was happening since it was written up in more than one

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article and featured on various TV reports: college women embracing

bisexuality–using their time away at college as an opportunity to experiment or

to develop relationships to keep them safely satisfied. Not that I’d seen signs

of it: my campus wouldn’t be in the forefront of such trends, and most of all,

people tend to keep things like that from me.

It’s not just that I’m a straight-arrow: I seem to send out straight-arrow

signals to everyone I come in contact with. Somehow they look at me and just

*know* I’m not a person with which to engage in questionable practices. And it’s

ironic: yes I grew up in a conservative household, but inside, I’m not that

conservative at all.

And the idea of bisexuality intrigued me. The idea that some of the women I

lived with were quietly pairing off. Trying something new and different. And

most of all, I must admit, I did feel some attraction to women. I’d discovered

my attraction while watching some sexier scenes in movies (no, not X-rated

movies; just noticing the women in some of your plain-old R-rated heterosexual

love scenes). Once discovered, I’d realized some fashion models held that kind

of fascination for me, and eventually I admitted to myself that women I’d seen

and knew could affect me. Not that I’m not basically heterosexual, but I *did*

start thinking, and from all I heard, college is the time to give it a try.

What an idea! I mean, for me! I *am* a straight-arrow in many ways: never been

with a man if you know what I mean; date very little. Not really outgoing. And

here I was, contemplating the idea of actually finding and forming a relationship

with a woman! How would I do it? Ask someone I knew?

I couldn’t imagine it. Go to some obviously-Lesbian gathering? Like a bar?

That wasn’t what I was looking for. This was going to be hard. One way or

another, I was going to have to overcome my natural reserve, at some point. I

thought about all the women I knew. I thought about what sort of person I was

interested in. It would be nice if I found someone exactly like myself: a woman

who wasn’t outgoing and didn’t go out much, but on the inside, wasn’t as

conservative as she appeared. Someone who I could share the experience with, in

confidence.

And the problem was, how would two such less-than-outgoing people find each

other? Was I going to start finding quiet women and bring up the subject of a

Lesbian relationship? And though I *know* there must be other women similar to

myself, since I don’t talk to that many people, I’d be unlikely to discover them,

and even if I did, how would I make friends with someone as reserved as me?

I finally decided that finding and approaching another reserved woman just wasn’t

practical. I needed someone who would take the lead. Or someone to help me. Set

me up? Or at least someone sympathetic that I could talk about it to. Someone

nice, who was engaging in such a relationship.

I thought about the women I knew again. Who was most likely to be in such a

relationship? And again, with enough thought, I had my answer: Leslie Brown.

She was definitely outgoing. I’d once noticed her with a woman and wondered

about the two of them, but more than that, she had the right kind of personality

for this. She had that combination that I needed: someone who I could feel

comfortable talking to and someone who certainly would know what was going on.

All I needed was some unobtrusive way to bring up the subject with Leslie. After

more thought, I settled on trying to casually ask her if some other pair of women

were engaging in something. I started spending more time with her, actually

hanging on her a little, and eventually one day as we were walking back from

supper, I managed to comment on two women I’d seen together a bit.

“Rebecca and Janet?” she responded. She looked at me for a couple of seconds as

we walked, not saying anything more.

Finally I had to fill the silence. “I just wondered.”

I glanced at her. She was eyeing me sidelong as we walked and she was smiling.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Same sex fantasy

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