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Mindy`s mistake
By: Monica
It was a Saturday afternoon and I had just stepped out of the shower after sleeping late when the phone rang. “Hello!” I said.
“Hi Mindy!” the voice on the other side said.
I answered, “Oh, Hi Sherry! What’s up?” Sherry was my best friend. We can talk for hours about work, guys, shopping, clothes, parties, who got kicked off the model show, and too many other things to list. “Not much,” I said. “Maybe thinking about going to the mall. How about you?”
“Want to crash a party tonight?”
“Sure! Whose party?”
“I overheard one of the computer geeks talking about it at work yesterday. I even overheard the address. Wanna go?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “How much fun can a party by computer geeks be, Sherry?”
“c’mon, Mindy! It’ll be fun! If it sucks, we’ll leave, okay?”
That night, Sherry drove us to the address she had scribbled down on a sticky note–a large split-level house out of town by itself on a rural road. We walked past a dozen cars parked along the road and in the dirt driveway. We heard music and crowd noise coming from behind the house, so we followed the walkway around the side, through a breezeway between the house and the garage, through some bushes, and into the party.
A cute blond guy saw us walk through the hedges and came up to us. “Hi, ladies! I’m Brad.”
“Hi!” we both said.
“I’m Mindy.” I said.
“And I’m Sherry,” Sherry said.
“You know Guy?”
“Yeah!” Sherry said. “I know him from work. Is he around?”
“Yeah.” Brad pointed to a bunch of guys standing by the pool. “He’s right there!”
“Oh,” Sherry said, “We better go and say, ‘Hi!’”
“Yeah, but can I get you two some drinks? The bar’s right over there by the patio door.”
“We see it,” I said. “Thanks!”
“c’mon, Sherry,” I whispered.
We took a few steps toward the bar and Sherry whispered, “What’s the matter, Mindy? He was cute!”
“Oh, I don’t know. He was cute, I guess. Just a little pushy.”
One guy was handing out bottles of beer–the good stuff, Heineken, Guinness, Coors, etc.–from a Styrofoam cooler, so with beer in hand, we continued to mingle.
The deejay started to play _It’s Raining Men, _ so Sherry and I got out there and danced together.
By then, we both had to use the facilities, so we followed some people into the house. There was stuff going on inside the house too. While the house wasn’t huge or anything, just a normal-sized split level, there was a bunch of people in the living room sitting and talking. There was a separate media room where a bunch of guys were watching a football game on a big screen TV. We found a bathroom down in the finished basement.
After leaving the bathroom, I joined in a game of Trivial Pursuit that a few people were just setting up. Sherry said it was weird to play board games at a party, so she went back upstairs. I think she went back outside to hook up with that guy.
Some guy came around with a cooler of cold beer, handing bottles out to everyone. I was feeling a little giddy from that first bottle, so I took another.
The game lasted for about an hour, the other team got their last pie piece before us, but we beat them to the center of the board.
“Play again?” one of the girls asked.
“Now, I think I have to look for my ride home.”
“You live around here?” someone asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll give you a ride home.”
“Okay. Thanks.” But I still wanted to find Sherry.
Just as I thought, Sherry was groping that guy to _Layla_ on the dance floor.
I waited for the song to end and caught Sherry. “You going home with him?” I whispered.
She grinned and whispered, “Maybe. Be ready to go, okay?”
But I wasn’t ready to go yet. It was a kind of laid-back, easy-going party, a _fun_ party, and I just made a bunch of new friends playing that game. I told Sherry, “You go on, Sherry. I’ll get my own ride home. But you got to tell me all about him in the morning! Promise?”
“Promise!” Sherry whispered back.
I had to use the facilities again, but there was a waiting line to use the bathroom in the finished basement, and for the lavatory off the kitchen, so I headed up. The top of the stairs turned into a hallway that ended in alcove with about five doors. Which was the bathroom?
I opened one door a crack and looked inside. I gasped at what I saw. I looked over my shoulder and went inside and closed the door behind me.
The room was lined on one wall with bookcases full of paperback novels, old magazines, and computer games. Neat, in a messy sort of way. A computer was on a computer table against the opposite wall. But in the middle of the floor was the oddest-looking contraption.
It was a large rectangular wood box, painted all glossy white, about 3 feet wide 6 feet long and 2 feet high. But the oddest thing is that it had a kind of homemade toilet attached to one end. There were two slots underneath it, one directly under the toilet, and one sort of in the middle of the thing. Those slots contained Tupperware tubs.
It looked to have about the same proportions of a large coffin. That freaked me out, but my curiosity was raging. That’s my compulsion–my fetish. Figuring out odd contraptions. I could see that the rectangular box section was hinged horizontally along one side. I had no choice. I set my beer cup on the corner of the computer table and opened the coffin.
I stood there for about a minute in awe at the innards of the thing.
With the top of the toilet and the box open, it was a long platform about six inches above the floor, about six feet long and two feet wide. There were open stockades that looked to be for a person’s ankles at the far end, and what looked like handcuffs for a person’s wrists on each side. Numerous leather belts lay across it every few inches. Right in the middle was a 6-inch hole under where a person’s butt might go, and a plastic pipe stuck up out of that hole where the person’s crotch would be. One of those plastic Tupperware tubs was directly under the butt hole.
The toilet mechanism on the near end looked like a toilet with a toilet seat and everything. The toilet seat was higher above the floor than a normal toilet seat, but I saw that it had a step in front of it where the users’ feet would go. I glanced into the toilet. Under the seat was a large diameter white plastic funnel. The small end of the funnel opened into darkness below.
That’s when I noticed that the toilet was also hinged horizontally, independent of the coffin box. I swung the top half of the toilet up and over and looked inside. The upper half, of course, was the underside of the funnel, now pointing upward. The bottom half was lined with white plastic, and had a drain pointing into that other Tupperware tub under the toilet section.
My heart pounded. I even felt myself getting moist down there.
I sat in the middle of the platform directly over the hole. Then I stood. I opened the hinged stockades where my ankles would go, and then I sat again. I lay back and rested my head in the lower half of the toilet box and placed my legs in the lower half of the stockades.
I was panting heavily. I suddenly realized that I had already unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse. I jumped up and listened. The party was still going on downstairs, but this part of the house was quiet. No one was around.
I just had to try it. Maybe if I undressed quickly and then dressed again, no one would know I was here.
I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. Then my bra. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my jeans down. Oh, girl! I was standing in just my panties in some total stranger’s house. So there was only one thing to do: I removed my panties. I folded my clothes neatly and placed them on an empty bottom shelf of one of the bookshelves, along with my purse.
I examined the ankle stockade closer. The top half slid into the lower half and had a set of brass latches to hold it in place. Before getting in it, I closed the ankle stocks and latched them. Then I unlatched them
The toilet box also had a set of brass latches opposite the hinged to hold it closed. I closed it, latched it, then unlatched it, and opened it.
Then I lay back in the contraption and wiggled around. It wasn’t at all uncomfortable.
I sat on the bench and lay down. I placed my ankles in the lower half of the stockades and lowered my head into the bottom half of the toilet box. I was pleasantly surprised to feel that it was padded under the back of my head under the plastic.
I sat back up and placed the stockade over my ankles and latched the latches. Then I unlatched them, just to make sure I could. Then I latched them again.
Then I found that PVC pipe and slit it between my legs into a slot in the platform into the Tupperware tub below. Its purpose was suddenly obvious. A slit cut into the pipe pressed against my sex so that I could relieve myself into the Tupperware tub below. The hole in the platform under my behind was large enough so that I could also do poo-poo into the tub.
Next I reached up over my head and swung the toilet box down over my face. It formed a sort of stockade snugly, but not tightly, around my neck
The underside of the funnel pressed against my lips. It was actually a short section of PVC pipe cemented to the bottom of the funnel with Epoxy, and had sawed two slits into bottom of the pipe. I opened my mouth to admit the pipe into my mouth and the toilet seat closed completely, plunging me into complete darkness. It stretched my jaw to let the pipe into my mouth, but the slits for my teeth let me close my jaw a little, so it wasn’t uncomfortable. I reached up and pushed the top half of the toilet up, removing the pipe from my mouth. Then I lowered it again. I reached over and latched the brass latches holding the toilet securely closed.
I was now fastened to the device by my neck and my ankles. The rest of my body was still free to wiggle around.
I reached up and closed the full cover over the device, completely enclosing me inside it to the outside world.
I reached around and buckled each of the belt straps around each of my thighs, then across my belly and chest.
At that point, only my arms and wrists were free. I could still undo everything I had done and let myself out of this thing.
I placed my wrists in the handcuffs, but didn’t latch them. I just lay there, breathing through my mouth that was held open by that pipe attached to the bottom of the funnel.
What a rush!
I heard a click. I heard another click. Without thinking, I latched the handcuffs onto my wrists. Oh, girl! What have I done? What have I done!
Maybe the cuffs didn’t really catch. I tried to gently open them; but they wouldn’t open. I tried to pull my wrists through; but my wrists wouldn’t fit.
I struggled, but I was belted in tightly. The ankle stocks and the head box, I knew, were sturdy and latched securely.
I was so wet down there; I bet I was dripping my own juices into that pipe like I was peeing. That’s when I remembered why I had gone exploring. I relaxed my bladder and let my pee flow into that pipe. I heard it dribbling into that Tupperware tub below my butt.
My body was now a part of the machine. So now what do I do?
There was nothing I could do. I thought about calling out, but the party was still going on. What would someone make of me locked into this toilet device? Maybe Sherry hadn’t left yet and was looking for me. She was the only one who knew of my bizarre fetish. If she stumbled into this room and saw this contraption, she would know instantly where I was.
Hours passed. I heard the party noised subside.
Maybe if the party ended, the owner of the house would be alone and would let me out. He would have to understand! His fetish had to be as bizarre as mine is for him to have built this thing, right?
I tried to yell out, but with that pipe in my mouth, all I could make was a wispy, “Aaaaaaah…” sound.
More hours passed. I peed a few more times into that pipe. This device seemed to be designed to keep a person locked in it as a permanent component. That was a sobering thought.
I eventually dozed off. I think I slept for a good while until I heard a door open.
“Oh shit!” I heard some guy in the room. The voice was muffled through the thick wood of the contraption. “Who was messing around in here? Left their beer on my computer table. Jeez!”
The mention of beer made my mouth water. I’d been locked in this think all night and I was so thirsty!
I heard more footsteps leave the room and return a few minutes later. Then I heard the familiar musical tone of a Windows PC turning on.
I thought about calling out, but I was terrified with him in the room. I didn’t even know him. I bet he doesn’t even know I’m trapped inside his device. I don’t curse very often, but _Shit! I’m screwed! _
A little later, a phone rang. That same male voice said, “Hello!”
…
“Oh, hi Brad? Did ya’ like my party last night?”
…
“Really, man? You got lucky? Who was it?”
…
“Yeah? That girl you left with? What was her name?”
…
“Hmmm, Sherry?”
…
“Uh, huh. Uh, huh.”
…
“Never saw her before last night.”
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“Uh, huh.”
…
“You don’t say! Her friend never came home?”
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“Nope.”
…
“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.”
…
“So You gonna call her again? Okay, later, dude.”
…
“Yeah. Bye.”
I heard him typing on his computer after that. He still doesn’t seem to know I’m there. Maybe I should call out, but I’m so freaking scared! I can’t let a guy I don’t know see me naked locked inside this thing. What if he rapes me instead of letting me out? I tried to be as quiet as I could. Maybe I could try to work my hands loose on my own again tonight.
About an hour later, the phone rang again. He said, “Hello!”
…
“Detective Jones?”
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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.”
…
“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.”
…
“Yeah, I was talking to one. He said that the odds make it unlikely they’ll find her alive after 48 hours. They said they’ll probably close the case if they don’t find her soon.”
…
“Then the reporters came around too.”
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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!”
…
“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.”
….
“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!”
…
“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 *

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.
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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.

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A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex. Across the

hall was a great guy by the name of John. John was a very well liked

guy around town, owned his own business, was attractive, dated several

nights a week, and enjoyed most sports. We met while golfing at

the complex’s course. He had a great knack for making everyone feel

comfortable and ready for fun. A party seemed to follow him where

ever he went. We became great, close friends–threw many parties

for the complex between our suites, golfed, sailed and worked out

together. We “doubled” often and Jon always had a great looking

date. I noticed he never seem to click with anyone for any length

of time, but there was never a lack of company for him. I liked

him immensely. He was a wild little guy, about 5′6″ tall, but very

well built and confident. He was also a real practical joker and,

if some stunt of his was too much for me, I’d fall back on my college

football days and call him a fucking tackling dummy, and try to toss

him down. It was never easy to get the best of little John physically.

On his thirtieth birthday, I had a surprise party for him. We threw

it at my place, and I told all the guests to bring cheap halloween

wigs and gag gifts. The one thing John was sensitive about was his

thinning hair. You can imagine the laughs we all had watching him

open the gifts and trying each one of them on. He got right into

the spirit of things and even had us trying them on. But he promised

me he’d get me when I least expected it.

Weeks later, I came home late from an exhausting day, fixed

a sandwich and plopped into bed to tune out in front of the Television.

Except for the light from the set, my room was dark. After an hour

or so, I got pretty lonely and started feeling myself. I was getting

aroused, so I rolled over and began grinding my hips into the mattress.

The friction of the sheets as I rubbed my swollen cockhead against

them and the pressure of my hard-on against the mattress and my

stomach felt fabulous. I was luxuriating in the ecstasy of bringing

myself off.

Suddenly the whole bed seemed to erupt beneath me, lifting me

up and flinging me off onto the floor. I instantly thought of an

earthquake, but the rest of the room was still. I jumped up and

looked at the bed. There was that little shit John under the bed,

the mattress pushed half off by his legs as he lay laughing at me

on his back. he was howling, and I did a quick take on how he must

have slipped into my apartment, crawled uder the bed, and waiting

for just the right moment to knock me off. Then I realized I was

standing in front of him with nothing on and more than half hard.

Embarassed, I scream “You fucking dummy”, and yanked him to his

feet. He broke loose and ran for the door. A flying tackly broguht

him down and we wrestled around the room until I finally pinned him

down. It was wild and spontaneous, and lying on top of him naked,

embarassed at being surprised with a hard-on, really turned me on.

John was still laughing. Because I had gotten so hard as we struggled,

I felt self-conscious about letting him up. We lay there chuckling

and trying to catch our breaths. I could feel his heavy breathing

as his chest heaved against my own. With me hard against him I was

sure he would notice in a second that I wasn;t just still hot from

humping my bed. So I tried to get up, but John saw how rigid I was

and started laughing again. I did too. We fell back together, laughing

into each other’s shoulder about my predicament.

His hands came up and caressed me at the bottom of my spine, and

I half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against his thighs.

He rubbed both hands over the back of my ass and really seemed to

be getting turned on. A nervous chuckle started in my throat, but

I swallowed it in a gulp. My cock throbbed against him, and he whispered

in my ear “Got you Dave.”

I could feel his cock grow hard beneath his pants, and I gulped

again. The blood was pounding in my neck and I imagined he must

have been able to hear it. I tried to pull away again and drew my

knees up, but that pushed my dick across his growing hard-on, and

my stomach muscles began to quiver. It was an electric moment.

The John responded–his hands slipped caressingly over my then taut

ass muscles and he pulled me harder against him by the back of my

thighs. He raised his hips at the same time to rub the hard ridge
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Hot Lunch story

Administrator — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:12:03 +0000

I live in what you might call a semi-suburban area. It is pretty well

built up with various subdivisions, but it is unincorporated. That

means we are beyond the reach of a city sewer system, so we have to

depend on a septic tank to dispose of solid waste. These can be a real

pain in the ass, especially when you have to dig up and replace 20

feet of crushed 6-inch PVC pipe from the house to the tank in the

middle of a wet early winter day as I did about six years ago.

The thing about a septic tank is that every 6-7 years they fill up,

and when they get full, you have to call a professional, who comes out

with a big tank truck and sucks out all the accumulated shit. This

happened at our house two summers ago. All of the toilets backed up;

we had shitty water everywhere, and, well, you get the picture. So I

called the necessary people, and the company said they would send a

man out the next day.

Now I work out of my home, while my wife works in town, so being home

to meet the tank truck operator was no big deal. I expected some fat,

toothless redneck or a big, beefy black guy to show up, but what I

got, right around lunchtime, was a slight, pleasant young man of about

30. He was about 5-7 with curly blond hair and rimless glasses, who

looked like he’d be more at home teaching a college class than lugging

heavyweight hose and sucking up shit for a living. The truth is, this

guy was gorgeous, and when he peeled off his t-shirt to get to the

task at hand, I couldn’t help myself. My stomach and my cock started

churning.

I should say at this point that I am not gay. I have little use for

gays or for the gay lifestyle, although I’ve have and have had friends

of both genders who are/were gay, and I respect their right to live

their lives any way they choose.

Paradoxically, however, one of my hottest fantasies for a long time

has been to have sex with a man, to suck a dick and have a cock

fucking my ass. I discovered during my college days many years ago the

effect anal penetration can have on the sexual experience, and I’ve

been hooked ever since. Believe me, don’t knock it until you’ve tried

it.

Keep in mind, I’m not interested in a gay relationship, per se; in

fact, in my fantasies, these men are nameless and faceless. They

materialize out of thin air, with disembodied dicks that fuck me, suck

me, cum in me and on me, then disappear. By the way, my wife of some

20 years knows about these fantasies and we often use them to enhance

what is still a pretty active sex life, considering our hectic family

and work lives.

Speaking of sex, I happened at that moment to be incredibly horny. The

good wife and I hadn’t had sex in over a week. She’d been on her

period, and had also been working extremely hard on a major project,

so she’d been too pooped to putter. So I’d been sitting at the

computer that hot morning surfing the Net for porn, and was

contemplating a rousing stroke session when the septic tank guy showed

up, considerably earlier than I expected.

Like I said, I’ve never been particularly attracted to men, but I was

definitely attracted to this guy, whose name was Greg, and it wasn’t

just the fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in over a week. I wasn’t sure

what, if anything, would happen, but I decided right then that the

time would never be better than that moment to make my gay sex fantasy

come to life.

So I walked out into the back yard to chat. I was dressed in a pair of

baggy gym shorts, no underwear, and a loose-fitting tank top. I’m in

my mid-40s, and while my hair has gone mostly gray, I still have all

of it, and people tell me I look much younger than I am. I’m not a

fitness freak, but I keep myself in decent shape. I watch what I eat

and try to walk a couple of miles two or three times a week. Greg, on

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Gas Station at Two AM

Administrator — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 09:31:05 +0000

(mm,orgy)

John had driven the route almost bimonthly since the

move to LA. And each time, he stopped in some city to

gas up….for some reason Gilroy seemed to be that

place.

And each time it was late … John planned it that way

so he could speed a bit faster then he could during the

day. Too, at night it was usually cooler. But that one

night it was muggy, hot and generally uncomfortable.

He found a gas station open a few blocks off the free-

way — he did that because he planned to cool off

afterwards, sitting on some bench near the water.

The place had a few lights on, but as he drove up, most

were turned off. He was pissed, figuring the place was

closed.

Then a lone figure walked towards the pumps. The figure

wore a dark blue or black jumpsuit. And it was opened

almost the full length of the man’s body. Needless to

say, John was intrigued and beginning to be excited.

As the attendant got closer, John saw his face,

streaked with grease was rather boyish, clean cut

looking. He was probably in high school or in college,

John thought.

“Closing up already?”

The guy smiled back “trying too, but it’s so hot, I’m

just moving real slow.” The guy bent over … letting

his opened jumpsuit open further. John realized the

kid was naked under the outfit, he could see the boy’s

belly hair and tried to see down further, but it was

too dark.

“You look like you’re trying to cool off.” John said

honestly.

“Ooh sorry … it just gets so hot.” the boy stood up

and pulled his suit closed.

“No problem….you got a great body.” John said.

He smiled and said thanks and proceeded to pump the

gas … even though John was at a self-service island.

John got out of the car and stretched. his white shirt

was opened from the heat and he let the night air, such

that it was, brush across him. “You’re in decent shape

too,” the attendant said looking up from the pump. He

had let his jumpsuit open as he bent over.

However, this time he didn’t bother to pull it closed

as he chatted.

The boy slept in a room behind the station. “Don’t say

anything … it’s not legal I guess, but I got it in

exchange for working this shift.”

John’s crotch was bulging … he wanted to reach inside

the boys jumpsuit and explore the kids body, cup his

balls, probe his butt, tweak his nipples and kiss his

neck.

“What time DO you close?” John said pulling his shirt

completely off and tossing it into the car.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

A Night To Remember

Administrator — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 09:02:02 +0000

It was well after two when Jenny and I finally reached her friend Alyssa’s
apartment. Our original plan had been to pass through Portland completely on
the way home to Seattle but we had gotten a late start and after six hours of
driving from the California border we were both beat. So Jenny had called
Alyssa up from the last rest stop and she had been more than happy to put us
up for the night. They didn’t see each other much since we had moved up north.
Me, I was just glad to postpone the last four hour’s drive until I got a
little shuteye.

Alyssa met us at the door dressed in a flannel bathrobe that was open just
enough to rouse me a little from my stupor. She hugged Jenny and they went in
chattering away, almost ignoring me as I just missed tripping on the front
step and falling on my face. I said I was tired.

“Oh, god, it’s so wonderful to see you again!” Alyssa told her. “And you, too,
Tom.” she added as an aside to me. When I lived here in Portland I had visited
here a lot with Jenny, and whenever neither of them were watching I often
scoped Alyssa out head to toe. At twenty seven years old and 130 pounds she’d
never win a beauty contest but that didn’t mean she wasn’t damned attractive.
Almost as much as Jenny. Her extra weight was distributed perfectly both above
and below the waist. She was the sort you could cuddle all night long and
never get tired of it. It always had been a mystery to me that she didn’t get
any dates but her priorities were different, I guess. I would have purely
loved to get her in the sack and often thought of it but I could never hurt
Jenny that way. Didn’t mean I couldn’t dream, though…

They chattered on for the longest time, oblivious to the late hour. I just sat
quietly on the couch and tried to keep my eyes open. Finally, Jenny yawned (it
looked forced to me) and said it was time to get some sleep. Fine by me. Even
Alyssa’s body was failing to keep me awake anymore. Tells you how tired I was.

Alyssa gave me a blanket and pillow and I sprawled out on the couch while they
went into her bedroom. Through the closed door I could still hear them gabbing
away. I hoped Jenny enjoyed trying to sleep in the passenger’s seat tomorrow.
I would not feel sorry for her one bit. As I finally dropped off I thought I
heard a lot of excited, suspicious giggling…

It seemed like seconds later that I was being shaken awake. It was Jenny
dressed in her pajama top. It was still dark outside so I mumbled something
about what the hell…?

“Sweetheart, I was just thinking and I felt guilty about making you sleep on
this uncomfortable couch.” she whispered. I was too tired to be uncomfortable
but was wondering what she was talking about. “Why don’t you come sleep with
us in Alyssa’s bed? It’s big enough.”

Now I was fully awake and none too happy. Spending the night next to that
luscious body and unable to do anything about it would not be great fun. But
Jenny finally talked me into. My resistance is very low when I’m pooped.

Jenny took me by the hand and led me into the darkened bedroom. I started to
crawl into bed and she said “You’re not going to sleep in your clothes, are
you?”

True enough, out in the front room I had just kicked off my shoes before
laying down. Gee, thanks, honey. It’s gonna be hard enough sleeping next to
Alyssa as it is. I wondered if Jenny was trying to get me back for something I
did or said during the day with this torture. I turned to where Alyssa was
laying and said, “Does this bother you at all?”

“Oh, no.” she replied “Jenny said you could be trusted.”

Jeez. something very funny was going on here but I decided it might be to my
advantage to play it through. So I stripped down to my shorts and climbed into
bed. Jenny got in after me and there I was with a woman on each side of me. I
guess things weren’t that bad after all. I put an arm around Jenny’s shoulders
and kissed her and told Alyssa goodnight.

Not that it was going to be that easy to sleep. The bed wasn’t *that* big and
both of the girls were pressed pretty tight against me. Jenny was cuddling me
on my left in the nightshirt and Alyssa’s warm body pressed against me on the
right and while I did’t dare find out for sure, I could have sworn she wasn’t
wearing anything. All I could feel was bare flesh pressing against mine. It
wasn’t going to be a very restful night after all, especially since I was
sporting a raging hard-on.

The night was getting less restful by the minute. Jenny wasn’t just cuddling,
but running her hands up and down my chest and legs, making me tingle. I was
fast losing interest in sleep at all. She kissed me back, this time with her
tongue. Her intentions were obvious, but I wasn’t so sure. “Sweetheart,” I
whispered, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but we *are* in your best
friend’s bed. It doesn’t seem fair to her.”

Jenny replied in a throaty voice, “Alyssa doesn’t mind.” she leaned up on her
elbow for a second and addressed her. “Do you?”

“Not at all.” Alyssa replied. “This bed doesn’t see much action as it is.

I wouldn’t mind watching somebody else for a change. That is, if it doesn’t
bother Tom…”

“Who, me?” I squeaked, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Oh, no, not at
all. I seem to be outnumbered anyway.”

“Then it’s settled.” Jenny said, laying back down and caressing my body again.
It occured to me that the whole thing sounded suspiciously well-rehearsed and
then I asked myself what the hell I was worrying about.

I kissed her again, tracing delicate lines down her cheek to her ear and then
down to the base of her throat with my open mouth. I could feel her shiver at
the sensation as I undid her pajama top with practiced ease. I felt a little
self-conscious. I had never made love in front of an audience before, not one
in the same bed. I could feel the heat of Alyssa’s body pressed against my
back and it seemed to increase my excitement tenfold.

Jenny’s hands ran down my sides and reached into my shorts, caressing my cock
as I undid the last button on her top. I opened it to reveal the treasures
that lay within. It was getting kind of warm so I took the blanket off of
Jenny and myself. It was dark, but still light enough to see fairly well.
Might as well give her a good show. In case you couldn’t guess, I was really
getting into this. Alyssa gathered the sheets around herself almost
selfconsciously as I moved on my hands and knees to hover over Jenny.

I continued roving over Jenny’s nude form with mouth and hands as she shifted
and moaned with pleasure. I took one delicate nipple in my mouth and sucked it
gently, letting it harden under my tender ministrations. Out of one corner of
my eyes I could see Alyssa watching wide-eyed, still wrapped in the bedclothes.

Jenny grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, and I kicked
them off onto the floor. I glanced again at Alyssa and could see her staring
at my cock, jutting stiff and hard from between my legs. This was getting
better by the second.

I moved my attentions from Jenny’s breast down lower. I slowly, lovingly made
my way to the curly tuft of her pubic hair. Without warning I plunged down
between her legs and began running my tongue along the cleft of her pussy,
first on the outside and then slowly, tantalizingly working my way inside.
Jenny began to gasp and moan as her hips started pumping. Alyssa suddenly
said, “God, this is so great!” in a high, excited voice.

I was inclined to agree, but couldn’t say anything as my mouth was already
busy.

Jenny must have been as excited as me, because it took her much less time than
usual to build up a full head of steam and before I knew it her gasps grew in
intensity and she suddenly stopped as every muscle in her body locked in an
intense orgasm. Slowly, slowly she relaxed and released a long sigh of
contentment. I crawled back up to lay beside her and she her tight until the
shivering subsided.

After a few minutes she said, “You always did know how to get to me. But now
I’ve got something for you…”

“And what is that?” I asked. Then Alyssa cleared her throat and I looked
behind me.

She had finally shed the blankets, throwing them off the bed completely. In
the semi-darkness I could see her in all her naked glory. My eyes roamed over
the magnificence of her body, from her flowing hair to large, inviting,
hard-nippled breasts, to her wide hips to the dark mystery of her crotch. This
was the body I had seen and held in hundreds of idle erotic dreams now brought
to glorious reality. I turned to Jenny and said, “Are you serious?”

“Love,” she said, “Since our high school days Alyssa and I have shared almost
everything, both good and bad. You’re one of the good things that we’ve been
waiting a long time to share.”

I didn’t have time to say much else before Alyssa made me lay down with a firm
hand. She gave me a deep kiss that suddenly made my heart pound like an
overworked compressor and took my breath away for a moment. I reached out and
explored her body with my hands as she was exploring mine.

Suddenly I had two sets of hands caressing me as Jenny joined her. I lay back
and enjoyed the unbelievable sensation. And, to my astonishment, I saw that
they were caressing each other as well as me. I would have to ask Jenny about
the extent of her “sharing” with Alyssa at some future time but I was enjoying
myself too much worry about it now.

They worked me over on each side with their tongues as well as their hands and
bodies. I fondled Alyssa’s ample breasts, feeling their swelling roundness,
their weight in my hands, as I had so often dreamed of doing before.

Their attentions moved farther down my body to the region of my hips. With a
light, feathery touch they teased my throbbing cock. Jenny raised my cock up
and they both bent down and kissed a deep tongue kiss, with the head of my
cock in between. The feeling of two slippery tongues writhing around the most
sensitive part of my body was almost too much to bear and I groaned
involuntarily. They broke and Alyssa looked at me with a wicked smile. Then
she glanced over at Jenny who nodded briefly. Alyssa crawled astride my hips
and I knew what she was up to.

She slowly guided me into her and then sat down on my cock, forcing it deep
into the slippery warmth of her body. I reached up and held her to me as I
began to pump with slow rhythem. Jenny wasn’t left out, as she kissed Alyssa
and fondled both her and me. I felt just a twinge of jealousy at this
unguessed side of Jenny’s personality but the mood overpowered everything else.

Alyssa was really getting into it. Her breath was coming out in gasps that
were getting shorter and sharper and I began to think I might outlast her. But
the pressure in my loins was building too quickly and before I knew it I
orgasmed with a grunt, injecting my load deep into the warm depths of her
body. Apparently she had been close herself, because her gasps became cries I
pumped even more furiously, ignoring the overpowering sensitivity of my cock.
Less than a minute later, she came with a cry that must have awakened the
neighbors, and then relaxed with a sigh and she rested her head upon my chest
and I stroked her hair gently. Jenny favored me with a last, deep kiss before
we all collapsed from exhaustion.

I fell asleep a bit later with each arm around a beautiful girl, cuddled up
next to me. I’d never been so happy or contented in my life.

We all slept well past noon the next day. At Alyssa’s urging, we decided to
postpone leaving by a day at least. I was amazed to discover that she had had
her eye on me almost as long as I had one on her. We spent most of the day
talking and I discovered many things about both of them that I didn’t know.
Like the fact that last night was the very first time they had done anything
like that. But as the day wore on we became very close indeed. Almost like an
extended family. That night wasn’t a repeat performance, but much, much
better. The element of surprise was gone, but the intimacy flowed much more
naturally. I shan’t bore you with details but let me say it was by far the
most incredible night of my life.

Jenny and I are back in Seattle now, but we talk of those nights often. Alyssa
calls on occasion, but I understand she has a boyfriend now who is very
jealous and possessive. Since he’s twice my size I’m not about to make him
listen to reason so until she gives him the boot I guess Jenny and I will just
have to make it alone. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you,
but we’ve both had our eyes opened to something better. And we’re looking
forward to the day Alyssa might join us again…

First Gay Experience

Administrator — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 09:10:03 +0000

(MMM, 1st)

Two of my friends and I were drinking beer and watching

TV one night when the subject of sex came up. Ed

suggested we watch a video he had stashed away. Bill

and I were willing to go along so he put it in and

started it. The action started with a guy entering a

room and sitting on a couch. He was wearing tight

shorts and nothing else. Soon another guy entered the

room and joined him.

Well I was puzzled and wondered where the women were.

Then the two guys talked awhile and then the second

one put his hand right in the first ones crotch. Now I

was really confused. When I looked up from the screen

I saw Ed and Bill watching me. I was sitting in a chair

and they were sitting on the couch. But still I didn’t

understand what was going on.

The action on the screen started to heat up when the

two guys started feeling each other up and rubbing each

other’s crotches. I finally realized that there weren’t

going to be any girls and that this was a gay movie.

I was a shocked but to my surprise; not really turned

off. I was curious and I’ve always been open-minded.

Soon one of the man had the other guys cock out and was

stroking it slowly. Ed suggested I go and get us all

another beer because nothing exciting would be happen-

ing in the movie for a while.

Reluctantly I went, not really wanting to miss anything,

but not knowing why. It took me a while to fetch the

beer and when I re-entered the living room I was

shocked to find Ed and Bill sitting close to each other

and rubbing each other’s crotches. They took the beers

from me and acted like nothing unusual was going on.

I sat back down and watched both them and the movie.

Soon the guy in the movie had bent over and had taken

his buddies cock into his mouth. I must admit I felt

my dick stir a little at the sight and wondered what

it would feel like to get some head from a man who

knew how it felt to receive it.

In the meantime Ed and Bill were still rubbing each

other through their pants. I thought, what the hell,

and began to rub myself a little as I watched the

movie. It did release some of the physical tension.

We all sat like that through the movie. Me rubbing my

erection and Bill and Ed playing with each other’s.

The guys on the screen went through a sixty nine scene,

and ended up with one sitting while the other guy

straddled his hips facing us and lowered his butt over

the first guys dick. He bounced up and down on it while

the first guy reached around and played with his cock.

The top guy shot his load out into he room and you

could tell that the sitting guy shot his load up inside

his buddy’s butt.

When the video ended Bill asked me what I thought.

I told him I that I didn’t know what to think. I was

embarrassed because I had a really hard cock and ob-

viously was turned on by what we’d just seen. I could

also see that both Ed and Bill had hard cocks. I swal-

lowed hard and excused myself to go pee. When I got

there I was in for another bigger surprise.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Administrator — Mon, 12 Nov 2007 09:45:03 +0000

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These arrogant european chicks think they are better and smarter But this site shows you that they are average horny cum loving sluts.
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Her First Big Cock Reviews

Administrator — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 08:14:45 +0000

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I ve always dreamed of having a large 15 inches cock. I imagine how I pick up a cute girl and take her to mine, then take off my jeans… and she shouts “Oh it s so huge!!!” And I tell her “suck it off”, she takes it up her deep throat… Finally I through her on the bed and get my monster up her wet tight cunt and she screams and moans while I thrust it deeper…
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Brenda and Sarah

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

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

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

have imagined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

she caught me masturbating with my ear against the wall that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it okay?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah… and she did just that.

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Administrator — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 07:45:02 +0000

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Video Seekers Reviews

Administrator — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 08:25:03 +0000

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They’re the web’s newest member-based home video and photo website. They rely on real pictures and videos of real amateurs and first-timers just like you! There are new photos and videos uploaded daily to their servers. The best part is, if you submit a photo or video and it is chosen to be included on their site then you’ll get a hefty $500 bonus prize!
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Joie Stone

Administrator — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 08:33:03 +0000

Joie Stone
By: Anand
The perfect autumn day at work got even better. I mean I just got a raise and a promotion when the telephone rang. I was asked to meet with a headhunter to discuss a position with another company.
The agent’s office was within walking distance to my place of work. I stopped at my car in the garage to pick up my sport jacket. I walked the three blocks in the muggy September afternoon. The agent was on the third floor, and not wanting to sweat, I took the elevator. The sign next to the name on the door said “welcome to the best times of your life!” The agent’s name was J. Stone. I knocked on the door and a sultry female voice asked me in.
I took three steps into the place, and closed the door, and froze; Joie Stone was drop-dead gorgeous. She was sitting behind a large mahogany desk sporting an ample cleavage in a man-tailored beige blouse. Joie asked me to take a chair, and she asked me to talk about myself. After some talking we agreed that the position and my background were a perfect fit representing a hefty raise on top of my current salary.
She walked around to where I sat and showed off the shortest brown leather mini skirt I’ve seen in some time. The brown boots she wore completed the sensual outfit. Joie decided to sit on her desk and I was shocked to see that she was not wearing anything under her clothes.
Joie caught me looking and spread her legs slightly wider allowing me a peak, but still leaving something to the imagination. She asked whether I was involved with anyone. I told her I was, to which she muttered something under her breath. She gave me the contact information and told me of my upcoming interview the following week. I was about to get up to leave when she gently pushed me back in the chair. “You maybe involved, but I still want to be the agent you’ll never forget!”
She opened her blouse and revealed a perfect pair of 38C breasts. Her nipples were like erasers with a perfect frame. Her nipples were as erect as I ever seen. She winked at me and sank to her knees and started to unzip my pants. I muttered some objections, but when she found my friend, who suddenly became my “happy friend”, and grew in Joie’s hand. She loosened my belt and with some assistance pulled my pants down so that I was sitting on the chair bare ass naked. Joie than kissed and teased the crown, and while cupping my balls she licked my shaft from top to bottom, concentrating on the bottom, where the nerves are. I let out a shriek and got harder than in some time. Joie teased me some and took turns in putting each ball in her mouth. She than took the whole organ in her mouth and commenced to bob up and down while gently, but firmly squeezing my balls. I started telling her that I was about to come, but thought better of it. When I felt the gush of release, she took it in stride and drained me to the point of no return. She cleaned me up and gave me a peck on the cheek and told me: “now you go get that job, and remember that Joie sent you!”
I left and kept pinching myself for these things just don’t happen to me; but they did and were to continue. My formal interview was set for the following Monday. At 9 AM I walked into the company’s offices about twenty minutes from my home. Both interviews were on the sixth floor. They were obviously waiting for me, and my meetings went well. I was offered a position subject to passing the company physical. Anticipating the routine physical I was expecting it in the next few days. They had other ideas, and requested me to return for a 2 o’clock physical on the ninth floor.
I walked into the nurse’s office and was asked a bunch of questions, and was told to undress and to put on a patient’s gown. A gorgeous nurse took my blood pressure and some vials of blood. The nurse, Olivia, was brunette and about 29. She didn’t seem to have anything under her nurse jacket, which seemed a few sizes too large, hiding much of her charms except the long athletic legs and sexy lips. She explained that after taking my blood pressure they need to take it again after the ‘release’. I inquired about the ‘release’, but she just told me to be patient. Within ten minutes she took me into an examination room and locked the door.
She removed her jacket revealing a pair of tanned 36D boobs and a shaved snatch, with the pair of gorgeous legs. This site caused my pecker to stir, but I told her that I do not care to stray as I’m happily married. Olivia than explained that they were looking for a certain individuals, whose blood pressure did not rise over 15% after the ‘release’. She helped me out of my patient’s gown, and took some measurements of my pecker and nuts. She told me to relax and to try to enjoy the ‘release’. She grabbed my pecker and began stroking it, while cupping and squeezing my nuts. Olivia seemed to enjoy this part of the examination, for I noticed her licking her lips and saw some juices coming from her shaved love hole. I was harder than in some time. She stopped to cuff the blood pressure monitor onto my right arm. Now she winked at me and increase the stroke speed causing me to buckle and I came all over her beautiful boobs. She measured my blood pressure and told me that it was close but I registered 13% over my last reading and she wished me luck.
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Hot Shower Fuck

Administrator — Fri, 14 Sep 2007 08:04:02 +0000

Hot Shower Fuck
By: ISS
He awoken in a hot sweat that he known too often and to his dismay he found himself in his room. Nevil asks himself, was it all a dream or am I waking up from the best night of my life the sexually desire of his wildest dreams were met but was it all in his head. There was no time to think he needed to get ready for school with no time to waste. Turning on the shower he knew that his mind would never allow him to focus on the day ahead of him, it was just too tied up in his dreams. Nevil steps into the shower as a wall of hot water runs down his 6-foot brown toned body it was what he needed to get back to reality. As he slowly began to soap up his body first his arms and neck working his way down his chest to his southern part he couldn’t but help think how real it all felt how amazing that dream was as he softly put his hand around the tip of his penis he knew he needed to relieve himself of that stress building up within him.
He closed his eyes leaning up against the shower wall while water and stream mixed over his body, water ran down his front to where his hand was slowly ever so moving up and down the smoothness of the soap made even his hand feel like that of a girls, the girl he dreamt about last night and every night since seeing her picture. He repeated her name in his head over and over SEJAL SEJAL SEJAL. Sejal was the girl of his dreams ever so sexy and hot he wanted her from the first sight; the dirty and hot thoughts he had about her always got him hard and wanting her more. Her soft 5’3 95 lbs body was perfect thin, smooth soft and sweet: long legs leading up to the nicest pair of breast he could ever imagine he wanted to take them into his hands so badly rubbing over them till her nipples were hard as they could be begging to be sucked on.
Her soft and always full lips were calling to be kissed and slightly bitten on. She had everything to make any guys wet dream come true. Even that his hand was doing a fine job is curing him of his hard on Nevil knew what he wanted he wanted Sejal’s red juicy lips to be softly wrapped around his member “licking him like a lollypop and sucking him like a jolly ranchers.” So lost in his thoughts of Sejal he was shocked to near death when he felt another hand on his penis. He opened his eyes looking down first seeing a hand of a girl slowly rubbing his cock in her small but firm hand; moving up her arm taking in every little inch of bare skin whose ever hand this was Nevil already knew he was not going to mind her helping him out in the shower. He couldn’t believe his eyes standing there right in front of him was the sexy girl of his dreams Sejal her body shining with the light reflecting off of her honey colored skin smooth to the touch. She flashed that smile to kill for and the locked in on a passionate kiss that made its own stream then he fell back against the wall as Sejal used her hand to stroke his penis up and down. Nevil thought to himself so last night wasn’t a dream we did end up having the hottest sex all night long and many different ways but always feeling so great. Caught up thinking about things he has done and things he wants to do Nevil failed to see Sejal slowly get on her knees right in front of him he only knew when he felt her wet soft lips take his dick into her mouth the warmth he felt nearly made him explode but he held back not wanting to let it just end yet. The water was now hitting the back of Sejal’s head running through her hair and down her face which made for an even more desirable feeling that can handle be explained. ….
As she licked and rolled her tongue ever so softly and barely down the side of his throat and down to the center of his chest that it teased Nevil so much he couldn’t stand it. She gently sucked on him and all she can think about is how she could never get enough of him. He was touching and running his hands and fingers all over Sejal, feeling her, teasing her, wanting her. As his fingers reached down to her navel and then to side of her thigh she can feel the intense heat burning inside her. She wanted him so badly and they were just only touching and kissing and softly playing with each other. His fingers trailed up her thigh and she knew what was coming and next thing she knew his fingers were caressing her sweetest spot. She kept her balance as he slightly rubbed past her clit down the center where he inserted his finger into her. She let out a gasp and he felt her hot breath on her, which instantly made him want her more. Sejal was trying to keep herself up till he inserted another finger and slowly gently going in and out of her, she had let out a slight moan. As Nevil was speeding up the pace with his fingers she couldn’t help her knees as they were buckling and trembling from the intense pleasure and force she felt all over her body, Nevil sensed that and took hold of her knee with the other hand bending it towards him and wrapping it around, only to guide his fingers deeper into her. He could feel her muscles inside tightening around his fingers as she was about to come to an orgasm and her moaning was only getting more intense as she started gasping for air and slightly letting out soft moans of o0o0ohhs and making him go crazy by passionately calling out Nevil to him.
He just didn’t want her to finish yet, he wanted more from her and she knew him too well that he wanted more from her as well. He was playing this game with her and she knew exactly what moves to play on him as well, which only heated up this game further. The steam in the shower was so hot not only from the water but from the sexual passion. You could see Sejal’s handprints on the shower doors. As he withdrew his fingers she was already so wet down there not from the water but from her own juices, he looked deeply into her eyes as if they were asking her to do something to him and she looked at him back knowing what he wanted but asking him with her eyes as to why he must drive her crazy with teasing her like that. She knew how to play with him and knew what he had wanted, so she kissed him softly on the shoulder, slightly nibbling them and working her way down to his chest and her hand was still wrapped around his rock hard dick she knew what to do. She kissed her way down and his hands still wrapped around her body but now slowly reaching to the back of her neck and hair as she kissed her way down. He couldn’t believe she was going down further. Sejal had gotten down to her knees kissing his thighs and looking at his ever so long and thick member and thinking how much it satisfies her in every way. She was slowly massaging it up and down giving it gentle strokes working it up and then she made Nevil’s wildest dream come true. She centered herself upon it and looked up at Nevil as his looked down with anticipation and she had dirty keen eye look which only turned him on more and she gently kissed the tip of his rock hard pole and slowly taking her tongue and rolling it around teasing him.
She kissed up and down his long thick shaft and started slowly sucking on the tip. He felt the warmth of her mouth, which almost instantly made him melt. He wanted her to engulf his entire member but she was just getting started and wanted to play making him beg for her. He was caressing his fingers through her hair and she was now rolling her tongue on to his shaft as if she licking up a lollipop. She paused and let out a breath of cold air on to his member that made him tremble. He couldn’t stand this anymore. He wanted her to do it; Nevil wanted Sejal to suck on him and couldn’t wait any longer. He tried to push her head towards him signaling to her that she can’t stop and to go further. She knew he couldn’t stand the torture any longer and wrapped her lips around his shaft sealing it tightly. He can feel her wet tongue inside along with his pole rolling it around and she started to suck on him. Sucking on him as if he were a piece of candy. Her tongue just added to the amazing feeling he was getting from her warm mouth around his cock. Nevil closed his eyes and used his hands to run down and thro Sejal’s hair to the back of her head. He slowly massaged her neck and shoulders as she softly blew hot air on his member from time to time she took her mouth off his penis to allow some of the cold air in the room to touch his skin it sent chills down his back but felt really good too. Nevil was lost in the moment all he wanted was to feel her warm tight mouth and juicily lips wrap back around him. He used his hands on the back of her head to slightly draw Sejal’s mouth ever so closely to his dick she slowly opened her mouth allowing his now full and hard penis to slide inside of her. He thrust his hips forward while using his hand to push her mouth deep down his shaft the feeling was unbelievable to feel her wet tongue slide up and down and around his cock.
Nevil knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back his desire to come in her mouth but he was not ready to stop the hot shower just now. He lifted Sejal up from under her arms to her feet he wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her tight up against his body water found its way down between them like a river of passion. Nevil kissed Sejal holding nothing back they tongues met in a dance while they kissed as his hands ran up her back letting her arch it so that his lips could find its way to her neck which he sucked and nibble on leaving his mark of hot wet love making down her neck. Nevil took Sejal into his arms raising her off her feet; Sejal wrapped her legs around her body holding on tight to never let him go. The heated couple pushed up against the shower walks kissing each other in the most sexual places. Nevil kissed his way up her neck to her ear he softly took her earlobe into his mouth then he whispers to her “I want you, I need to be inside of you and have my wildest desires with you right now baby.” Sejal is lost for words but knows she wants everything Nevil has just said she wants to feel him inside of her tight wet pussy, she wants to feel him drive in deep and hard with his movement of his hips that she knows will spend a rush of satisfaction through her body as she is filled like she as always wanted in her wildest dreams. Nevil carries Sejal out of the shower not even caring to turn the water off because even the sound of the water is apart of this sex act that will never end nor do they ever want it to end. He takes her to the counter of the bathroom and set her down on it but she doesn’t remove her legs around his waist she only loosens them so he can place himself in a better way so he can fuck her like they are dieing to fuck right now.
Nevil slowly moves himself around the outside of Sejals sweet wet pussy teasing her just a lil bit. He looks into her eyes in an asking way what is it that she needs so badly right now but before she is able to get the words out of her mouth he with one hard fast movement drives the tip of his penis inside of her. Nevil passionate kisses her shoulder biting on it carefully as he holds himself within the tight walls of her sweet spot below moving back and forth slowly letting her get used the feeling of being filled so nice by his big hard throbbing cock. Sejal leans back using her arms to support her body as her and Nevil move together on the counter he is now rammed half way into her and knows he just wants to push is so hard and give it all to her but he holds back for now. Nevil is moving in and out of her faster and faster getting deeper and deeper inside of her, his hands are holding onto her hips grabbing them with a strong force to pull her body up against his driving motion his lips and tongue have moved from her shoulders down the front of her smooth body he is now kissing and licking with his tongue all over her breast first on the left one he kisses softy around the nipple opening his mouth just wide enough to take it into his mouth. Nevil begins to suck on them with his tongue flicking over it till its hard then he uses his teeth to bite them softy at first then harder to send just a lil pain down her body which he makes feel better with more kisses followed by this his does the same thing to the other soft full breast. They feel so wonderful in his mouth he could just suck on them and rub his hands over them all day. After he is done sucking on her nipples Nevil goes and kisses her on the lips as soon as their lips met he slams his dick all the way inside of Sejal he can feel her moan while they kiss. …
And her moaning sent vibrations in his mouth and he felt it all over which made him want to pleasure her more. He continued kissing her deeply but she couldn’t take it any longer she couldn’t keep in her moans she needed to let out the pleasure wanted him to hear what he was doing to her. She broke of the kiss only to shut her eyes tilt back and to enjoy him fucking her. Nevil continued to slowly go in and out of her creating a rhythm but he went deeper into her every time. He started to buildup the pace and he can already feel her muscles tightening around his dick making it intense for both of them. She grabbed onto his neck and pulled herself up to him so she can get close to his ears. Sejal was still moaning ooohs and Nevil and breathing very deeply. He could feel her heart beating so fast. She kissed his shoulder and his neck and asked him to move it onto the floor to get into a better position and to make it comfortable on her. He grabbed her, kissed her, still inside of her he slowly pinned her down on the bathroom floor on top of the soft fur like rug.
Nevil repositioned himself and spread her legs wide enough for him to get fully inside of her. He lowered himself down on her to kiss her all over once again, and sending chills down her spine. He entered her again deeply and roughly ramming his dick into her and she screamed Nevil so loud, which only made him speed up his pace and fuck her hard. Sejals moans were intensifying and told Nevil to fuck her harder and faster. He teased her first since that’s his signature always tease then please, till she begged Nevil to fuck her so badly that she couldn’t take it any longer and so he did. In and out of her and her muscles were tightening and squeezing his dick inside of her. She could feel him building up the pressure and she was about to come and told Nevil she was going to. She could feel he was about to as well. Just then they both came together so fast so hard as she shut her eyes and just took him all in. She was all out of breath and her heart was beating so fast and she was out of breath. Nevil went in to kiss her but she had no kisses left she was to out of it. He felt her shivering and he just lied on top of her for a while till they both caught their breaths….

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Administrator — Thu, 30 Aug 2007 08:51:02 +0000