Ticklish Girl said:[ And you are correct: I do like a bit of loving domination, emphasis on the "loving."
May the emphasis always be on the loving, Ticklish Girl!
Ok, looks to me as if Iostinn/Rick is in for Samuari. Therefor a dare:
You claim to be shy, but your profile indicates that you like to share, so....
Your wife/girlfriend calls you at work telling you that she left her place of employment early, stopped by the lingerie store, and picked up that little red bustier you had mentioned she would look especially hot in. You are immediately attentive, thinking of her spectacular body spilling out of that skimpy outfit and ask if she got the matching heels. "Of course, silly. What would be the point of seamed, red stockings without the right footwear?" She pauses for a moment, then goes on, her voice husky with nervous excitement. "You know that video we've been watching a lot of lately? The porno movie?" Naturally you remember; it had inspired your love-making several times and was constantly in the VCR. You are pretty sure she's been watching it when she's home alone. "Well, You know how we've talked about how it might be fun to try some of the things in it? Baby, I want to do it. Tonight." You feel a flutter of excitement in your stomach. Holy shit, you think, that movie had nearly everything in it; girl on girl, two girls and a guy, two guys and a girl, a full-blown 4-couple orgy, spanking, one scene even had a gorgeous redhead taking on 4 guys at once. "Jesus babe," you stammer at last. "There was so much action in that video. What did you have in mind?" "Tell you what," she replies, "I'll surprise you with another woman some other time. Tonight, I'm feeling soooo naughty and I want you to surprise me. I'll see you later, just don't come home alone." She hung up then, leaving you stunned. Sure, the two of you had toyed with the idea of swinging, but damn, she was serious, of that you had no doubt.
Your mind reeling, you rack your brain for candidates. Friends and co-workers could lead to complications, so what options did that leave you? There was Ted, from your gym. You'd seen in the shower that he was impressively equipped and knew your lady would appreciate that. He was a nice guy, a safe choice you felt, but maybe a bit older than preferable. Not quite old enough to be either of your's father, but somewhat uncle-ish, though he was fit enough and a mature man would be better than some over-eager kid. There were Dan and Evan who you knew from your favorite watering hole. Both real nice guys, she'd find either one of them appealing sexually. You seldom saw them seperately though. More than once you'd seen the two of them leave with one girl happily hanging onto both of them by the arms, so what you were thinking of approaching one of them with probably wouldn't seem too bizarre. They were both real gentlemen to the ladies, and there was never any ill-will in evidence when they encountered one or more girls of prior acquaintence while devoting their attention to yet another young woman or women.
In your car you were driving yourself crazy trying to make a decision when you found yourself pulling into the parking lot of The SandBar. Well, You rationalized, it was on the way to the gym where Ted wouldn't even be showing up for another hour, and god but you needed a beer! Striding towards the door of the bar, wondering how you could seperate the two friends and make your proposal to one or the other, a thought froze you in your tracks as you reached for the door handle: Holy Fuck, how would she react if you brought both of them home with you?
Whew! Wish I was in that bar! You've several scenarios to choose from here Rick:
1) Have a couple of beers, go home alone and do your damnedest to satisfy your lady's yearnings by yourself.
2) Get back in the car, go to the gym and talk old Ted into joining you in pleasuring her.
3) Have a couple of beers, flip a coin and cut either Dan or Evan loose to invite one of them to help the two of you explore uncharted territory.
4) Buy a couple of rounds for the table and ask both of them to come home and be her surprise.
5) Hell, I guess you could take the two of them with you, stop by and round up Ted, then go home and see just how naughty your lady is really feeling!
Have as much fun as you want. The only restraint I impose is that whatever happens is consensual. Play whatever games you like, just no real rough stuff.
The Society of the Dare Continuation
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Ticklish Girl dares Pagan
OK, Pagan, here I am with your dare, as promised.
It's summer, and you're spending two weeks at your lakefront cabin in a rural part of your state. Your significant other was supposed to join you for a romantic getaway, but you two had a vicious fight and broke up just a few days before you were scheduled to depart. You're heartbroken, but you decide to go ahead with the trip anyway.
There's a little town about ten miles away from the lake, and you stop there to stock up on supplies before continuing on to the cabin. The proprietor knows you and mentions that the other cabin is occupied too. You're not too thrilled about this, as you were hoping for solitude. When you get to the lake, however, you are thrilled to discover two women sunbathing topless on the grass in front of the cabin just across the lake. Descriptions are up to you, but they are quite lovely and very friendly. They also seem to have no self-consciousness whatsoever.
Over the next day or two you see them walking around topless both in and out of their cabin. They drive you crazy, but you're not sure how to proceed. Are they teasing you, or are they inviting you? Your dare is to discover the answer to this question, and tell us about it.
OK, Pagan, here I am with your dare, as promised.
It's summer, and you're spending two weeks at your lakefront cabin in a rural part of your state. Your significant other was supposed to join you for a romantic getaway, but you two had a vicious fight and broke up just a few days before you were scheduled to depart. You're heartbroken, but you decide to go ahead with the trip anyway.
There's a little town about ten miles away from the lake, and you stop there to stock up on supplies before continuing on to the cabin. The proprietor knows you and mentions that the other cabin is occupied too. You're not too thrilled about this, as you were hoping for solitude. When you get to the lake, however, you are thrilled to discover two women sunbathing topless on the grass in front of the cabin just across the lake. Descriptions are up to you, but they are quite lovely and very friendly. They also seem to have no self-consciousness whatsoever.
Over the next day or two you see them walking around topless both in and out of their cabin. They drive you crazy, but you're not sure how to proceed. Are they teasing you, or are they inviting you? Your dare is to discover the answer to this question, and tell us about it.
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Good dares guys!
Angie, your dare.
You knew Tijuana was the absolute dumbest place to go for Spring Break. Especially with your two buddies Mutt and Jeff in tow. They got all riled up at the cantina where a woman and a donkey were, well, you know. Soon the policia arrived and carted the two off to jail. Since they had most of the cash on them, you only have 20 bucks left, which may be a lot of pesos, but isn't going to buy more than beer.
I dare you to get them out.
Angie, your dare.
You knew Tijuana was the absolute dumbest place to go for Spring Break. Especially with your two buddies Mutt and Jeff in tow. They got all riled up at the cantina where a woman and a donkey were, well, you know. Soon the policia arrived and carted the two off to jail. Since they had most of the cash on them, you only have 20 bucks left, which may be a lot of pesos, but isn't going to buy more than beer.
I dare you to get them out.
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Muffin's Dare
Oh Muffin! can I go back to the donkey thing?
I think Angie is gonna have a hard time keeping this one from going over the edge, but I'll try.
Oh Muffin! can I go back to the donkey thing?
I think Angie is gonna have a hard time keeping this one from going over the edge, but I'll try.
Thanks Iostinn, and to the Deadly Baked Goods who replied via email. Seems as though ya meet the nicest people in the naughtiest places! Not to mention meeting the naughtiest places in the nicest people!
Looking forward to reading all your posts. For now, its off to the salt mines.
Looking forward to reading all your posts. For now, its off to the salt mines.
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Arrrrggghhh...
We haven't really vanished...work's been a killer and then the main computer crashed...now it's major catch up. Don't give up on us yet...
We haven't really vanished...work's been a killer and then the main computer crashed...now it's major catch up. Don't give up on us yet...
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Angie Replies to the Muffin Scrumptiousness
OOC: I just got carried away guys. Sorry it is so long but hope some of you get a kick.
From KillerMuffin Round 1
Angie, your dare.
You knew Tijuana was the absolute dumbest place to go for Spring Break. Especially with your two buddies Mutt and Jeff in tow. They got all riled up at the cantina where a woman and a donkey were, well, you know. Soon the policia arrived and carted the two off to jail. Since they had most of the cash on them, you only have 20 bucks left, which may be a lot of pesos, but isn't going to buy more than beer.
I dare you to get them out.
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Tijuana Tail
This stoop I am sitting on is hard and all chalky. I jerk my little floral dress up over and ass and sit on my panties. No point in ruining the dress. Am beyond worrying about the whole ‘sit like a lady’ thing.
‘380….385…390…397’ counting out loud like a moron. So what is 397 pesos gonna get me? Why do I believe it is not a plane ticket home? How did Angela Kavlosky end up with her butt on this stoop in an alley in Tijuana? With unknown currency in her little fist. My mind looked back on it.
‘Everybody goes to Cazumel Angie babes!’
‘You can’t get away with anything there, all them dorky family types.’
‘Shit they won’t even let ya go topless Ang! What fun is that?’
Mutt and Jeff, the guys I hang with absent an actual boyfriend who dumped my sorry ass. I swear. Jason Muttel and Jeffrey Jones. Mutt and Jeff. And Angela.
‘Yeah well I bet you can go topless Jeff?’ I say in a pout, ‘why do I think me going topless is mostly fun for you?’
‘Causs is the only way we’re ever gonna see them Ang babes!’ and they laugh. Well maybe that was a little funny.
‘Wild stuff, bars ya won’t believe, not just dumb ol bikini contests! And it’s cheap! Jeez they hand out money down there!’
Ok we’ll skip the whole rest a the argument that somehow persuaded me. I’d like to think the cheap part won me over, but frankly, sometimes Angela is just a push over. So road trip from ASU to southern Cal and then the border. My gawd why didn’t I bolt at that point?
Jeff had been right, there were no dumb bikini contests. There was no body anywhere in a bikini, period. There was no beach. The motel pool had to be raked before you could dive in, which I passed on thank you. Me standing them in a $85 Venus Rio cut bikini and thinking why ruin it? The six creepoids around the pool weren’t interested in my breast stroke anyway. Interested in their breast stroke maybe, not mine.
‘There’s a chair over here’, not one of the creepoids, a tall lean guy stretched out behind me. Hmmmm? Cut off jeans instead of suit, longish dark hair, fortyish? Fantastic fantastic obliques, forming that hard vee that points right down there. Kinda nice in a bad boy way. Not an ASU student I am betting.
‘You don’t mind?’ being shy. But walking right over and easing on to the large wooden lounge with a nice soft mat. Maybe bending just right to give him a nice look at the ass. I know it looks great in this red/yellow neon suit. Can’t hardly miss it. Stretched out I have to admit the sun felt good and hot. Imaging myself on a Cazumel beach.
‘Wouldn’t be getting in the water young lady, your neon bikini will come out pale peach.’
‘Wasn’t planning on the water, but thanks.’
Now we’re chatting. Asking me if I missed the boat to Puerta Villarta or was the co-ed look was the CIA’s latest undercover guise. I try to explain but it sounds lame. Big white scar from his shoulder blade to his waist. And that’s no surgery scar. An hour goes by maybe. Him more and more relaxed, me more and more nervous. I even giggle a few times. Jeez.
‘Well OK Angie babe’, says as he turns toward me, ‘ you gonna go down on me or you rather go for a ride?’
‘Ahhhh, a ride to where?’ dumbfounded and then realizing too late what he meant and what an idiot I am.
‘Here? like here?’ I whisper trying to recover. Looking over at the creepoids.
‘Donn be worrying bout them Missy, they’ll hardly see anything. So?’
‘Ah…well that ride thing sounds kinda interesting?’ Not even believing you are saying this Angela! Not even.
‘Fantastic girl, I knew you was a gamer. So just get them panties off and come on over here and do whatcha wanna do,’ him sounding like we did this twice a day.
Standing with my back to the creepoid masses and slipping my bottoms off, even doing a little bend at the waist thingie. Angela! Him saying it’s ‘cute’ the way I shave. Whew, god forbid I would fail the cute test. Then I am straddling him, facing him, and my hands on those obliques, which lead right to ‘what I wanna do’, fumbling, snap, zip, tug awkwardly so my bare butt goes up in the air. Oh my oh my, isn’t that just all red and ready? As rumpled and veiney and ugly as they come. My fingers white and tiny on it, gently like it is the Holy Grail, which of course it is, huh? My peach colored and perfectly manicured nails looking so much like they do not belong on it. When I touch the tip, using a perfect nail to open that slit thing, he actually jerks, and oozes. The sticky stuff. When I firmly reach down and grab his hairy god awful scrotum he jerks again. Six foot two, one ninety, all sinew and scars, and the hunkette can still make ‘em twitch.
Of course he’s got my stomach doing total flip flops but never mind that. ‘Lose the bra,’ he growls, not using the magic please word, but I lose it, sounds like a good idea anyway. Now he’s touching them, and not rough, knows his why around a set of knockers for sure, but the leathery skin on my reddish nippies sends more than a flutter down into my belly, and it is all I can do not to lose my breakfast. That would be an ugly happening. It’s the fear, the heat, the bad water maybe, but my belly starts to settle. I mean my feed me belly not my girl belly, which was just starting to rage.
My ass goes up again and this time it takes longer to get it back down. He ain’t even trying to help, me with one hand on his wand, the other putting a couple fingers up inside my girl belly, hoping to find it ready to handle this thing, which it is, as always, spreading the fat pink mounds of my cunt and slipping the fat bulb in. Oh jeez that feeling. Praise the lord he is isn’t one a these ‘pull her hips down hard’ guys, letting me take my time and get comfy with it. Comfy not being the word…filled, stretched, opened, probed, stuffed and smothered…those being the words. Gritting my teeth and he likes that, likes the effort, but it juss got no room to go up there, now I lean down with my bare tits on that steel chest and my baby lips on his face and then my tongue in his mouth. That surprised him, thinking maybe I’d fuck him but not taste him.
‘Ya look like your fucking twelve years old girl,’ he hisses into my mouth. ‘Donn worry, I come back, ‘I’m not twelve years old, I’m thirteen.’ Now he really likes that. His laugh for the day. [Juss kidding monitors.]
But you donn wanna hear all this crap. I get back up, hands behind my head, showing it all to him, baby doll face, small breasts, hard nipples and shaved pink cunt. With his dick in it. At least most of it in it. Feeling him, his eyes close and I can feel his blood inside me, like a second heart, but not in my chest, pounding, the heart I’m paying attention to now. Then he is inside me, the nasty sticky stuff, spewing and filling my stretched little cunt hole, oozing down my thighs as fast as he pumps it in. Just no place to put it. Panting…both of us…his hands gently on my hips. And when I reach down and use my perfect tiny fingers to wipe up a huge gob of his stuff, and let him watch while I slowly lick them clean, well, I know that surprised him. Call me cute huh? I sneer inwardly.
Minutes later he is zipping and all that. Shirt around his neck.
‘Better put that prissy bikini on Missy, before the peanut gallery gets some ideas.’
But before I do, I reach out and touch the scar. ‘I don’t guess you’re gonna tell me about this?’
‘You guess right.’ And he is gone. As I hurriedly slip into my Venus Swimwear and avoid eye contact with the creepoids.
Now that was different, I am thinking as I bolt to the room.
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Mutt and Jeff find their way to my room so enough. And off we go to see the wonderland that is Tijuana. Me in a chemise that almost covered my butt and with my miracle bra even showed off some cleavage. I don’t care where we were, it’s spring break and Angie is gonna look hot as best she can! We toured, I bought cheap earrings, but my budds somehow kept coming back to this one stretch of road. Adobe huts and quonset huts. And dark skinned women strolling and cajoling. Yeah this looked like fun for Angie.
That is how we found ourselves in this ‘special’ bar for a five o’clock show which was promised to be not just some dumb bikini contest. Me realizing my companions were about three sheets to the wind. Great. When they brought the donkey in I got as far as the door when I saw dozens of men hanging outside the joint. Great. Thinking of my dangerously short hem line and the long walk to the motel, I retreated back into the bar. I made sure I had the worst seat in the house when Senorita began her act. Mutt and Jeff clambering into the front row. I am just trying to stare at my feet.
The ass (the one in the show not either of my traveling buddies) did a braying snorting noise that nearly brought the crowd to its feet. That would no doubt be the best line in the show, I mulled. I do not need to see this, do not, do not. Temporarily glad of my perch high up and out of the way. My gladness left me when suddenly I felt a hand on each thigh.
‘You’re meesing the show Senorita’, a heavily accented voice says nearly in my ear. I glance right and left and am flanked my two guys with open shirts, rough blue jeans and bad shoes. And really bad fingernails too.
‘Yeah, well that’s OK, I was sorta juss leaving anyway. Me and my two friends ya know? The two guys up there?’
‘We see how involved in the show your amigos are muchacha, we do not think they are leaving for a bit, no?’
‘Well, I might just go ask them anyway,’ I am flustered. Trying to stand and suddenly the hands holding me down on the bench seat. The two bodies pressing even closer. These guys need a Dial moment. And I am thinking this is not a good thing going on up here in the dark rafters of this joint.
‘You know Mees, they welcome volunteers for the act? Often young americano muchachas enjoy participation and receive many standing ovations from the happy hombres in the audience?’
How often? I am thinking. Held in place by what seem to be talent scouts for an X rated circus act. Knowing I do not want to even look up at that miniature Mr. Ed, do not need to even see that, not even. Hardly. But just what the fuck was going on here? and what was going to happen to poor Angela?
[OOC: I think Yogi Berra said, if you come to a fork in the road, take it. So heeding our much respected leader’s admonition about ‘critters’ - hey she gave me this dare! - I am choosing the relative high road. If anyone wishes I had taken the other, well email me and maybe I’ll do that one privately. Maybe. Back to the perils of our heroine.]
Suddenly arms around my waists, pressing my little butt down on that hard bench. ‘Eeeef meesy does not care to play in the show, then perhaps we can all watch from right here, si?’ It was not a question, I assure you. ‘Guys? Merci? Much merci?’ lamely mixing my French with my Spanish. Sigh. So now one hand is deftly popping my miracle bra and easily sliding down the front of my pathetically flimsy so-called dress. I hope he appreciates that it’s nervous fright that is making my nippies as hard as that. A little pinching and a hard squeeze on my soft tit and the damn things are sticking up like you could hang your coat on them. Bad nippies, bad nippies! They just donn know right from wrong.
Just as quickly another hand is deftly violating the no fly zone in my panties, and I am afraid the fucking Air Force ain’t gonna show up to guard my panty space. Scream? Yell, kick? Look around and smell the donkey dung Angela, foreign country, the police? ha? three hundred drunken sex crazed men in a quonset hut watching unspeakable acts of degradation. Mutt and Jeff screaming right along with them. Why not scream and draw all their attention to you? The only little americano co-ed in a chemise in the joint, I bet. Maybe instead of two pairs of marauding hands you can turn that into twenty? Cut your losses muchacha.
So that is how I got to watch the special show in Tijuana while being steadily and eagerly probed, pinched and provoked by two total strangers. The bra so askew I was about to lose it, the panties halfway down my thighs, unable to keep track of who had hands where and finally not giving a damn. Except now I am doing that wetness thing down there, damn cunt has no more morals than the nips, so oops, yes, they are definetely penetrated the no fly zone. Yikes! Almost rose up to my toes on that one. Them saying something in Spanish which I am just as glad I donn unnerstand. It was like being in the back seat at a make out spot in high school. Hands everywhere. Get one out of you and another was in your bra, get you bra half on and you had a tongue in your throat. I swear you guys sprout an extra pair of hands just for the back seat of cars? A good ol fashion groping.
But that was not the bad part. No. Ya see, Juan and Jose here just insisted that I ‘enjoy the show’. So while getting seriously rumpled and misused I got to watch the Senorita…well…her pretending to take that donkey kong thingie where it does not belong. Ok, I admit she did certain oral activities with it, I could see that, no denying it. Shudder. But if she didn’t fake the next part, well then I don’t what to talk about it Ok? Finally the jackass did ‘something’ that signaled the end of the show and I was hoping, hoping this was all over. Not by a long shot Angela.
All Hell breaks loose, no all fucking Hell breaks loose, and chairs and beer and hats are flying. Don’t ask me, I have no idea, just that finally my companions were dragged off while the locals hung around for Act Two. Jose next to me mentioned a ‘python’ and my short legs were beating feet outa there. For whatever reason (maybe they had done ‘something’ too) my lovers just ignored me at this point. A guy down the block, for the price of a pinch on my ass, and a titty grope, telling me where ‘yankees’ are taken by the Policia. Do I look like some squeak toy? everybody got to squeeze me somewhere and hear me squeak? Oh well, still tugging my underpants up and realizing that the miracle bra no long as any snaps left on it, so it gets tossed, and off I trot in the darkening twilight. I am just yearning for a dumb bikini contest.
So here I am across the street from the local jail. Where we started, remember? Counting my pesos’ again. Still 397. So I suck it up and walk into the dingy, miserable looking hovel. Panties barely covered and my titties jiggling through the wispy dress. At least I immediately draw someone’s attention. Whoopee.
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‘But Angie!’ Mutt is out of his chair, which is not allowed and earns him a smack with a night stick thing by one of several guard persons, ‘You have to get us out of here! Have to! Have to!’
‘I didn’t get you in here damnit!’ wow strong words for Angie.
‘It’s bad Angela, it’s way worse than you even think!’ Jeff pleads more sensibly.
We sit in a large open room, in three wooden chairs, no tables, just huddled together. Other men and wives or whatever also huddled in other parts of the room. Them trying to describe to me their predicament. Something about a ‘D&D’ and a hundred dollar fine each, or ten days in this place. Problem being their backpacks, and wallets, and money and watches have gone ‘poof’. With Angie being a poor miserable student with $6.22 in her bank account and my ATM warped in the heat this morning anyway. Yeah, I didn’t mention that part, I was distracted. Forgot it was in my bag.
‘What can I do anyway?’ my eyes starting to water. So I am not so strong ok? I just threw away an expensive bra in a dumpster in a foreign country and I have never done that before. Shook me up.
They look at each other and I am not liking this already. Jeff starts off, which I know means they are going to try to make this sound sensible. Sensible is not Mutt’s thing. Thus the name?
‘There is a way sweet stuff,’ leaning close to me, ‘a guy in here says sometimes wives or girlfriends bail there men out this way. I mean, being really great great wives and girlfriends right? and their husbands and boyfriends being forever in debt to them.’
‘Go on.’ But wishing he wouldn’t.
He gulps.
‘Just remember how horrible this is gonna be in here ok? And listen, try to listen,’ he is way nervous now, ‘a place called Conchita’s just up the street and over one block. It’s, well, they…well…’
‘All ya do is go in a room Ang,’ blurts out Mutt, ‘not for all that long, a few hours maybe, and you can make a lot a money fast Angie, and then bail us outa here before…before…they lock us in the cells! You’re so cute Ang, and the guy says american girls make money fast! Real fast.’
My eyes just stare.
‘You guys…no…you losers! are telling me I should whore myself to get your sorry skinny asses outa here?’
‘Angie we wouldn’t ask, but we’re best chums huh? way best all time friends?’ Jeff holding my hand, ‘and some day we’ll do the same for you.’
‘Angie!’ squeaks Mutt, ‘there are guys back there who are gonna put dicks in our mouths! And all night! They already have nicknames for us! And you donn wanna hear them! Angie!’
Speechless for a full minute.
‘And just what do you think I am gonna get put in my mouth in these ‘rooms’ at the CuntCheater Inn?’
‘But…but Ang,’ Mutt pleads, ‘it’s not like all that big a deal for you right? I mean huh? Being a girl and all like you are. You already had some in your mouth or whatever.’
‘Shut up Mutt!’ growls Jeff as he squeezes my hand, those blue eyes, ‘If there was any other way babes? You can’t leave us here, please do this for us?’
‘We’ll write your C+ programs for the rest of your college life!’ Mutt gasps (yes we were all systems nerds).
‘Shit. Shit!’ More strong language from Angela.
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From above I musta looked like one a them little Hummel figures? Dark hair moffled, head down and shoulders slunking, drag drag drag the feet so slow. Two blocks up and now to turn right. Drag drag drag even so much slower. Trying to keep images of the fun times them two nightmare goofballs and me have had in my mind. But mossly only able to conjure up imagines of the ‘rooms’ at the CuntChewer Inn.
And here I am confronted with it. Another cement block building with grates for windows, maybe two stories, me wondering if there is a penthouse suite. And I donn see any window air conditioners. Who cares, here it is ten o’clock at night and it’s already down to 101. Suck it up Angie, as I step through the doorway with no door. I have to step over a dog. Half a dozen men are loitered around on busted up over stuffed furniture, but I sure as shit donn make eye contact with any a them. Ahead of me is my worst nightmare, and I have seen all the Freddie Krueger movies, a fat man at what might pass for a hotel reception desk in a Salvador Dali painting.
‘So now now now, what is Leetle Meesy looking for this evening?’ his grin yellow and big.
I, ummm, well this is not easy to explain?’ looking back at the cigar sucking guys in the lobby, ‘some friends a mine are in trouble ya know? Down at the jail place? Plus needing money they ain’t got to get outa it. And somebody told them and then they telling me, that…that…welll, that a girl could make some fast money up here?’
Ya coulda drove a truck through his grin.
‘You gonna want to be seeing the Honcho, Meesy,’ jerking his thumb toward a door behind him. Oh boy, the Honcho. Every co-ed from ASU hopes to meet the Honcho on her spring break. Wait till I tell all the other girls.
So dragging my feet doesn’t even describe how I walk through that door. It is like my feet are nailed to the floor with each step. But I manage and there behind a card table as a desk is an american looking man. Why did I even dream this might be a woman? But he might be sympathetic huh?
‘Whats up sweet cheeks?’ not even looking up.
So I did my story line and stood there. ‘I’m an american from ASU,’ I whimper, ‘can’t you do anything for me?’
Now he looks up but doesn’t blink. ‘Sure, you little white college babies come down here for some danger, then you find it, then you come here and I make a lotta money, and you get your tail dragged outa trouble. I thought you were a college girl? You can’t unnerstand that situation?’
‘Yes sir, I guess I can understand it,’ not looking at him.
‘Great. So pull the dress up or lose it.’
‘Huh?’ Total dumbfounded dufus.
‘Show me the goodies’, he says with a sigh, ‘I can’t sell your ass without seeing the goodies. So show.’
I am thinking it took like twenty-two minutes for me to decide whether to let my dress drop to the floor or pull it off over my head. I finally went for the over the head deal. And stood there in my underpants holding it. It had to be an hour before he looked up. I might have seen a flicker in his eyes but probable not. So I charged ahead.
‘I need two thousand pesos thingies for each a my two friends. And they promised me an hour at most and I’ll make plenty? So…well…is that gonna work?’
‘Two hundred pesos a pop, that’s a suck and swallow, all the way down. You spit you donn get paid. We guarantee satisfaction at the Chonchitita.’
Me doing math in my terrified head. Maybe I had this wrong but is that like twenty suck and swallow doobees for Mutt and Jeff each? Forty?
‘An how much is two hundred pesos things in real money?’ I ask boldly.
‘Maybe ten bucks, so? Why? Seven blocks down you can try the Muchatita, but they got vermin.’
My jaw was so wide open. But. ‘Where do I go?’
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After the fat man with no shirt lead me to a closet like room with what was at best a cot, I carefully hung my dress and panties on a nail in the wall. ‘Strip the panties’, was the full extent of my conversation with fat man. So here I sat on this cot looking for vermin. And sure listen, I am not the world’s moss experienced co-ed, I admit, but I have done some of this suck and swallow stuff. Well, maybe not so much the swallow part. But ten shucking dollars? Come on, you can hardly get a Happy Meal for that! Of course those come with those cute play toys, which I do not have any to hand out. They are dangerous for children under three anyway. Angela? You are totally bats.
Then he walks in. No knocking, no introductions. And if he could have seen me, I think he would have been aroused by my lithesome and nubile naked body? But to say he was drunk would mean a new definition of drunk. Thank god I wasn’t smoking a cigarette or the place woulda exploded. But too bad for me, he did manage to find my hair with both hands and jam my face into his black haired crotch. Scratchy and rough on my nose, and we just won’t talk about the smell ok? He said something, pillow talk I guess, then I juss did it. Grabbed it in my hand and put it in my mouth, all over it, the long part and the hairy ballsies too. No, he wasn’t exactly big, not that I have all that much to judge it by. Although my mind flashed to the scar man at the pool. Different species apparently.
But honest I sucked, I did! Guaranteed satisfaction and all, and I was almost used to the smell, so I kept at him, my hands even on his bare ass, his pants around his knees. Hoping he was enjoying this as much as I was. In my joyous ecstasy I may have been confused, but he seemed to manage to reach down and get some titty, me trying not to bite down in pain as he gently tried to rip one of my breasts off my body. Just when I was about to dispair of my lover’s satisfaction, I felt a rise in my mouth, over my tongue, a swelling even, maybe a heartbeat. His dick was trying to get hard! and it almost did, but unfortunately it did managed to shock me with a few hot and even thick spurts of his man stuff. Like three big gobs plopping out on my tongue, glub, glub, so now this was choke and die time. I remembering the Mutt’s words… ‘it’s not like all that big a deal right? I mean huh? Being a girl. You already had some in your mouth.’ Mutt is gonna write me C+ programs till he has grandchildren. But Angie is a brave trouper and having done the suck thing she does the swallow to boot. Something like a mouthful a sea water and bleach going done. Do not, do not, ask me how I managed not to puke it up. Or when he left, or if he was actually human. Laying on the cot and crying. Naked and praying for a toothbrush.
When without mercy the door opens and Mr. Two steps in. I don’t dare look up. Just sit on the cot.
‘That one eees a joke Gringa,’ I hear him saying, ‘this one you will remember.’ Sneering laugh. I can’t help but look, and there he is, purple and fat, and I am thinking I will remember this. Every time I see a polish sausage. But I have to right? Sobs start coming. Him grabbing my hair, hard, saying something which I am sure I understand without really hearing. Wanting to be a good friend to my budds?
Then the world explodes. I feel more than hear some series of, of whatevers. My body slammed back on the cot and I curl and sure wish I had a blanket huh? Seems like furniture is crashing, doors are broken in and people are shouting in Spanish. Very long time goes by while I huddled pink and naked, wishing I had the nerve to put my dress on. Unable to move. Actually it might have been like two minutes I was laying there until I realized Mr. Two was gone and the door was open.
‘What the fuck are you doing here co-ed?"
Huh? I know that voice. I my dreams. A hand on my hips, it is leathery and strong, but gentle. So I look up and I see this huge rifle shot gunney thing in his hands and some thick blue jacket making him look way fat. With the letters DEA across the front.
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Later, much later, I sit in a jeep, my dress recovered and even that blanket I wished for. The explanation of the whole thing had just drifted past me but something about international cooperation, drug cartels, white slavery rings. Maybe I dreamed all that. But here in front a that jail place I wait. And here come ol Mutt and Jeff looking smiley and making me cry and all. Many hugs. And then him coming around to drive. Him with the steel obliques.
And we are driving somewhere, anywhere he is taking me. So I place my hand on his thigh and lean against him where I know the scar is. And whisper in his ear.
‘That ‘go down’ thing sounds interesting?’
[Edited by angie girl on 03-21-2001 at 05:07 PM]
OOC: I just got carried away guys. Sorry it is so long but hope some of you get a kick.
From KillerMuffin Round 1
Angie, your dare.
You knew Tijuana was the absolute dumbest place to go for Spring Break. Especially with your two buddies Mutt and Jeff in tow. They got all riled up at the cantina where a woman and a donkey were, well, you know. Soon the policia arrived and carted the two off to jail. Since they had most of the cash on them, you only have 20 bucks left, which may be a lot of pesos, but isn't going to buy more than beer.
I dare you to get them out.
Angie Replies
Tijuana Tail
This stoop I am sitting on is hard and all chalky. I jerk my little floral dress up over and ass and sit on my panties. No point in ruining the dress. Am beyond worrying about the whole ‘sit like a lady’ thing.
‘380….385…390…397’ counting out loud like a moron. So what is 397 pesos gonna get me? Why do I believe it is not a plane ticket home? How did Angela Kavlosky end up with her butt on this stoop in an alley in Tijuana? With unknown currency in her little fist. My mind looked back on it.
‘Everybody goes to Cazumel Angie babes!’
‘You can’t get away with anything there, all them dorky family types.’
‘Shit they won’t even let ya go topless Ang! What fun is that?’
Mutt and Jeff, the guys I hang with absent an actual boyfriend who dumped my sorry ass. I swear. Jason Muttel and Jeffrey Jones. Mutt and Jeff. And Angela.
‘Yeah well I bet you can go topless Jeff?’ I say in a pout, ‘why do I think me going topless is mostly fun for you?’
‘Causs is the only way we’re ever gonna see them Ang babes!’ and they laugh. Well maybe that was a little funny.
‘Wild stuff, bars ya won’t believe, not just dumb ol bikini contests! And it’s cheap! Jeez they hand out money down there!’
Ok we’ll skip the whole rest a the argument that somehow persuaded me. I’d like to think the cheap part won me over, but frankly, sometimes Angela is just a push over. So road trip from ASU to southern Cal and then the border. My gawd why didn’t I bolt at that point?
Jeff had been right, there were no dumb bikini contests. There was no body anywhere in a bikini, period. There was no beach. The motel pool had to be raked before you could dive in, which I passed on thank you. Me standing them in a $85 Venus Rio cut bikini and thinking why ruin it? The six creepoids around the pool weren’t interested in my breast stroke anyway. Interested in their breast stroke maybe, not mine.
‘There’s a chair over here’, not one of the creepoids, a tall lean guy stretched out behind me. Hmmmm? Cut off jeans instead of suit, longish dark hair, fortyish? Fantastic fantastic obliques, forming that hard vee that points right down there. Kinda nice in a bad boy way. Not an ASU student I am betting.
‘You don’t mind?’ being shy. But walking right over and easing on to the large wooden lounge with a nice soft mat. Maybe bending just right to give him a nice look at the ass. I know it looks great in this red/yellow neon suit. Can’t hardly miss it. Stretched out I have to admit the sun felt good and hot. Imaging myself on a Cazumel beach.
‘Wouldn’t be getting in the water young lady, your neon bikini will come out pale peach.’
‘Wasn’t planning on the water, but thanks.’
Now we’re chatting. Asking me if I missed the boat to Puerta Villarta or was the co-ed look was the CIA’s latest undercover guise. I try to explain but it sounds lame. Big white scar from his shoulder blade to his waist. And that’s no surgery scar. An hour goes by maybe. Him more and more relaxed, me more and more nervous. I even giggle a few times. Jeez.
‘Well OK Angie babe’, says as he turns toward me, ‘ you gonna go down on me or you rather go for a ride?’
‘Ahhhh, a ride to where?’ dumbfounded and then realizing too late what he meant and what an idiot I am.
‘Here? like here?’ I whisper trying to recover. Looking over at the creepoids.
‘Donn be worrying bout them Missy, they’ll hardly see anything. So?’
‘Ah…well that ride thing sounds kinda interesting?’ Not even believing you are saying this Angela! Not even.
‘Fantastic girl, I knew you was a gamer. So just get them panties off and come on over here and do whatcha wanna do,’ him sounding like we did this twice a day.
Standing with my back to the creepoid masses and slipping my bottoms off, even doing a little bend at the waist thingie. Angela! Him saying it’s ‘cute’ the way I shave. Whew, god forbid I would fail the cute test. Then I am straddling him, facing him, and my hands on those obliques, which lead right to ‘what I wanna do’, fumbling, snap, zip, tug awkwardly so my bare butt goes up in the air. Oh my oh my, isn’t that just all red and ready? As rumpled and veiney and ugly as they come. My fingers white and tiny on it, gently like it is the Holy Grail, which of course it is, huh? My peach colored and perfectly manicured nails looking so much like they do not belong on it. When I touch the tip, using a perfect nail to open that slit thing, he actually jerks, and oozes. The sticky stuff. When I firmly reach down and grab his hairy god awful scrotum he jerks again. Six foot two, one ninety, all sinew and scars, and the hunkette can still make ‘em twitch.
Of course he’s got my stomach doing total flip flops but never mind that. ‘Lose the bra,’ he growls, not using the magic please word, but I lose it, sounds like a good idea anyway. Now he’s touching them, and not rough, knows his why around a set of knockers for sure, but the leathery skin on my reddish nippies sends more than a flutter down into my belly, and it is all I can do not to lose my breakfast. That would be an ugly happening. It’s the fear, the heat, the bad water maybe, but my belly starts to settle. I mean my feed me belly not my girl belly, which was just starting to rage.
My ass goes up again and this time it takes longer to get it back down. He ain’t even trying to help, me with one hand on his wand, the other putting a couple fingers up inside my girl belly, hoping to find it ready to handle this thing, which it is, as always, spreading the fat pink mounds of my cunt and slipping the fat bulb in. Oh jeez that feeling. Praise the lord he is isn’t one a these ‘pull her hips down hard’ guys, letting me take my time and get comfy with it. Comfy not being the word…filled, stretched, opened, probed, stuffed and smothered…those being the words. Gritting my teeth and he likes that, likes the effort, but it juss got no room to go up there, now I lean down with my bare tits on that steel chest and my baby lips on his face and then my tongue in his mouth. That surprised him, thinking maybe I’d fuck him but not taste him.
‘Ya look like your fucking twelve years old girl,’ he hisses into my mouth. ‘Donn worry, I come back, ‘I’m not twelve years old, I’m thirteen.’ Now he really likes that. His laugh for the day. [Juss kidding monitors.]
But you donn wanna hear all this crap. I get back up, hands behind my head, showing it all to him, baby doll face, small breasts, hard nipples and shaved pink cunt. With his dick in it. At least most of it in it. Feeling him, his eyes close and I can feel his blood inside me, like a second heart, but not in my chest, pounding, the heart I’m paying attention to now. Then he is inside me, the nasty sticky stuff, spewing and filling my stretched little cunt hole, oozing down my thighs as fast as he pumps it in. Just no place to put it. Panting…both of us…his hands gently on my hips. And when I reach down and use my perfect tiny fingers to wipe up a huge gob of his stuff, and let him watch while I slowly lick them clean, well, I know that surprised him. Call me cute huh? I sneer inwardly.
Minutes later he is zipping and all that. Shirt around his neck.
‘Better put that prissy bikini on Missy, before the peanut gallery gets some ideas.’
But before I do, I reach out and touch the scar. ‘I don’t guess you’re gonna tell me about this?’
‘You guess right.’ And he is gone. As I hurriedly slip into my Venus Swimwear and avoid eye contact with the creepoids.
Now that was different, I am thinking as I bolt to the room.
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Mutt and Jeff find their way to my room so enough. And off we go to see the wonderland that is Tijuana. Me in a chemise that almost covered my butt and with my miracle bra even showed off some cleavage. I don’t care where we were, it’s spring break and Angie is gonna look hot as best she can! We toured, I bought cheap earrings, but my budds somehow kept coming back to this one stretch of road. Adobe huts and quonset huts. And dark skinned women strolling and cajoling. Yeah this looked like fun for Angie.
That is how we found ourselves in this ‘special’ bar for a five o’clock show which was promised to be not just some dumb bikini contest. Me realizing my companions were about three sheets to the wind. Great. When they brought the donkey in I got as far as the door when I saw dozens of men hanging outside the joint. Great. Thinking of my dangerously short hem line and the long walk to the motel, I retreated back into the bar. I made sure I had the worst seat in the house when Senorita began her act. Mutt and Jeff clambering into the front row. I am just trying to stare at my feet.
The ass (the one in the show not either of my traveling buddies) did a braying snorting noise that nearly brought the crowd to its feet. That would no doubt be the best line in the show, I mulled. I do not need to see this, do not, do not. Temporarily glad of my perch high up and out of the way. My gladness left me when suddenly I felt a hand on each thigh.
‘You’re meesing the show Senorita’, a heavily accented voice says nearly in my ear. I glance right and left and am flanked my two guys with open shirts, rough blue jeans and bad shoes. And really bad fingernails too.
‘Yeah, well that’s OK, I was sorta juss leaving anyway. Me and my two friends ya know? The two guys up there?’
‘We see how involved in the show your amigos are muchacha, we do not think they are leaving for a bit, no?’
‘Well, I might just go ask them anyway,’ I am flustered. Trying to stand and suddenly the hands holding me down on the bench seat. The two bodies pressing even closer. These guys need a Dial moment. And I am thinking this is not a good thing going on up here in the dark rafters of this joint.
‘You know Mees, they welcome volunteers for the act? Often young americano muchachas enjoy participation and receive many standing ovations from the happy hombres in the audience?’
How often? I am thinking. Held in place by what seem to be talent scouts for an X rated circus act. Knowing I do not want to even look up at that miniature Mr. Ed, do not need to even see that, not even. Hardly. But just what the fuck was going on here? and what was going to happen to poor Angela?
[OOC: I think Yogi Berra said, if you come to a fork in the road, take it. So heeding our much respected leader’s admonition about ‘critters’ - hey she gave me this dare! - I am choosing the relative high road. If anyone wishes I had taken the other, well email me and maybe I’ll do that one privately. Maybe. Back to the perils of our heroine.]
Suddenly arms around my waists, pressing my little butt down on that hard bench. ‘Eeeef meesy does not care to play in the show, then perhaps we can all watch from right here, si?’ It was not a question, I assure you. ‘Guys? Merci? Much merci?’ lamely mixing my French with my Spanish. Sigh. So now one hand is deftly popping my miracle bra and easily sliding down the front of my pathetically flimsy so-called dress. I hope he appreciates that it’s nervous fright that is making my nippies as hard as that. A little pinching and a hard squeeze on my soft tit and the damn things are sticking up like you could hang your coat on them. Bad nippies, bad nippies! They just donn know right from wrong.
Just as quickly another hand is deftly violating the no fly zone in my panties, and I am afraid the fucking Air Force ain’t gonna show up to guard my panty space. Scream? Yell, kick? Look around and smell the donkey dung Angela, foreign country, the police? ha? three hundred drunken sex crazed men in a quonset hut watching unspeakable acts of degradation. Mutt and Jeff screaming right along with them. Why not scream and draw all their attention to you? The only little americano co-ed in a chemise in the joint, I bet. Maybe instead of two pairs of marauding hands you can turn that into twenty? Cut your losses muchacha.
So that is how I got to watch the special show in Tijuana while being steadily and eagerly probed, pinched and provoked by two total strangers. The bra so askew I was about to lose it, the panties halfway down my thighs, unable to keep track of who had hands where and finally not giving a damn. Except now I am doing that wetness thing down there, damn cunt has no more morals than the nips, so oops, yes, they are definetely penetrated the no fly zone. Yikes! Almost rose up to my toes on that one. Them saying something in Spanish which I am just as glad I donn unnerstand. It was like being in the back seat at a make out spot in high school. Hands everywhere. Get one out of you and another was in your bra, get you bra half on and you had a tongue in your throat. I swear you guys sprout an extra pair of hands just for the back seat of cars? A good ol fashion groping.
But that was not the bad part. No. Ya see, Juan and Jose here just insisted that I ‘enjoy the show’. So while getting seriously rumpled and misused I got to watch the Senorita…well…her pretending to take that donkey kong thingie where it does not belong. Ok, I admit she did certain oral activities with it, I could see that, no denying it. Shudder. But if she didn’t fake the next part, well then I don’t what to talk about it Ok? Finally the jackass did ‘something’ that signaled the end of the show and I was hoping, hoping this was all over. Not by a long shot Angela.
All Hell breaks loose, no all fucking Hell breaks loose, and chairs and beer and hats are flying. Don’t ask me, I have no idea, just that finally my companions were dragged off while the locals hung around for Act Two. Jose next to me mentioned a ‘python’ and my short legs were beating feet outa there. For whatever reason (maybe they had done ‘something’ too) my lovers just ignored me at this point. A guy down the block, for the price of a pinch on my ass, and a titty grope, telling me where ‘yankees’ are taken by the Policia. Do I look like some squeak toy? everybody got to squeeze me somewhere and hear me squeak? Oh well, still tugging my underpants up and realizing that the miracle bra no long as any snaps left on it, so it gets tossed, and off I trot in the darkening twilight. I am just yearning for a dumb bikini contest.
So here I am across the street from the local jail. Where we started, remember? Counting my pesos’ again. Still 397. So I suck it up and walk into the dingy, miserable looking hovel. Panties barely covered and my titties jiggling through the wispy dress. At least I immediately draw someone’s attention. Whoopee.
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‘But Angie!’ Mutt is out of his chair, which is not allowed and earns him a smack with a night stick thing by one of several guard persons, ‘You have to get us out of here! Have to! Have to!’
‘I didn’t get you in here damnit!’ wow strong words for Angie.
‘It’s bad Angela, it’s way worse than you even think!’ Jeff pleads more sensibly.
We sit in a large open room, in three wooden chairs, no tables, just huddled together. Other men and wives or whatever also huddled in other parts of the room. Them trying to describe to me their predicament. Something about a ‘D&D’ and a hundred dollar fine each, or ten days in this place. Problem being their backpacks, and wallets, and money and watches have gone ‘poof’. With Angie being a poor miserable student with $6.22 in her bank account and my ATM warped in the heat this morning anyway. Yeah, I didn’t mention that part, I was distracted. Forgot it was in my bag.
‘What can I do anyway?’ my eyes starting to water. So I am not so strong ok? I just threw away an expensive bra in a dumpster in a foreign country and I have never done that before. Shook me up.
They look at each other and I am not liking this already. Jeff starts off, which I know means they are going to try to make this sound sensible. Sensible is not Mutt’s thing. Thus the name?
‘There is a way sweet stuff,’ leaning close to me, ‘a guy in here says sometimes wives or girlfriends bail there men out this way. I mean, being really great great wives and girlfriends right? and their husbands and boyfriends being forever in debt to them.’
‘Go on.’ But wishing he wouldn’t.
He gulps.
‘Just remember how horrible this is gonna be in here ok? And listen, try to listen,’ he is way nervous now, ‘a place called Conchita’s just up the street and over one block. It’s, well, they…well…’
‘All ya do is go in a room Ang,’ blurts out Mutt, ‘not for all that long, a few hours maybe, and you can make a lot a money fast Angie, and then bail us outa here before…before…they lock us in the cells! You’re so cute Ang, and the guy says american girls make money fast! Real fast.’
My eyes just stare.
‘You guys…no…you losers! are telling me I should whore myself to get your sorry skinny asses outa here?’
‘Angie we wouldn’t ask, but we’re best chums huh? way best all time friends?’ Jeff holding my hand, ‘and some day we’ll do the same for you.’
‘Angie!’ squeaks Mutt, ‘there are guys back there who are gonna put dicks in our mouths! And all night! They already have nicknames for us! And you donn wanna hear them! Angie!’
Speechless for a full minute.
‘And just what do you think I am gonna get put in my mouth in these ‘rooms’ at the CuntCheater Inn?’
‘But…but Ang,’ Mutt pleads, ‘it’s not like all that big a deal for you right? I mean huh? Being a girl and all like you are. You already had some in your mouth or whatever.’
‘Shut up Mutt!’ growls Jeff as he squeezes my hand, those blue eyes, ‘If there was any other way babes? You can’t leave us here, please do this for us?’
‘We’ll write your C+ programs for the rest of your college life!’ Mutt gasps (yes we were all systems nerds).
‘Shit. Shit!’ More strong language from Angela.
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From above I musta looked like one a them little Hummel figures? Dark hair moffled, head down and shoulders slunking, drag drag drag the feet so slow. Two blocks up and now to turn right. Drag drag drag even so much slower. Trying to keep images of the fun times them two nightmare goofballs and me have had in my mind. But mossly only able to conjure up imagines of the ‘rooms’ at the CuntChewer Inn.
And here I am confronted with it. Another cement block building with grates for windows, maybe two stories, me wondering if there is a penthouse suite. And I donn see any window air conditioners. Who cares, here it is ten o’clock at night and it’s already down to 101. Suck it up Angie, as I step through the doorway with no door. I have to step over a dog. Half a dozen men are loitered around on busted up over stuffed furniture, but I sure as shit donn make eye contact with any a them. Ahead of me is my worst nightmare, and I have seen all the Freddie Krueger movies, a fat man at what might pass for a hotel reception desk in a Salvador Dali painting.
‘So now now now, what is Leetle Meesy looking for this evening?’ his grin yellow and big.
I, ummm, well this is not easy to explain?’ looking back at the cigar sucking guys in the lobby, ‘some friends a mine are in trouble ya know? Down at the jail place? Plus needing money they ain’t got to get outa it. And somebody told them and then they telling me, that…that…welll, that a girl could make some fast money up here?’
Ya coulda drove a truck through his grin.
‘You gonna want to be seeing the Honcho, Meesy,’ jerking his thumb toward a door behind him. Oh boy, the Honcho. Every co-ed from ASU hopes to meet the Honcho on her spring break. Wait till I tell all the other girls.
So dragging my feet doesn’t even describe how I walk through that door. It is like my feet are nailed to the floor with each step. But I manage and there behind a card table as a desk is an american looking man. Why did I even dream this might be a woman? But he might be sympathetic huh?
‘Whats up sweet cheeks?’ not even looking up.
So I did my story line and stood there. ‘I’m an american from ASU,’ I whimper, ‘can’t you do anything for me?’
Now he looks up but doesn’t blink. ‘Sure, you little white college babies come down here for some danger, then you find it, then you come here and I make a lotta money, and you get your tail dragged outa trouble. I thought you were a college girl? You can’t unnerstand that situation?’
‘Yes sir, I guess I can understand it,’ not looking at him.
‘Great. So pull the dress up or lose it.’
‘Huh?’ Total dumbfounded dufus.
‘Show me the goodies’, he says with a sigh, ‘I can’t sell your ass without seeing the goodies. So show.’
I am thinking it took like twenty-two minutes for me to decide whether to let my dress drop to the floor or pull it off over my head. I finally went for the over the head deal. And stood there in my underpants holding it. It had to be an hour before he looked up. I might have seen a flicker in his eyes but probable not. So I charged ahead.
‘I need two thousand pesos thingies for each a my two friends. And they promised me an hour at most and I’ll make plenty? So…well…is that gonna work?’
‘Two hundred pesos a pop, that’s a suck and swallow, all the way down. You spit you donn get paid. We guarantee satisfaction at the Chonchitita.’
Me doing math in my terrified head. Maybe I had this wrong but is that like twenty suck and swallow doobees for Mutt and Jeff each? Forty?
‘An how much is two hundred pesos things in real money?’ I ask boldly.
‘Maybe ten bucks, so? Why? Seven blocks down you can try the Muchatita, but they got vermin.’
My jaw was so wide open. But. ‘Where do I go?’
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After the fat man with no shirt lead me to a closet like room with what was at best a cot, I carefully hung my dress and panties on a nail in the wall. ‘Strip the panties’, was the full extent of my conversation with fat man. So here I sat on this cot looking for vermin. And sure listen, I am not the world’s moss experienced co-ed, I admit, but I have done some of this suck and swallow stuff. Well, maybe not so much the swallow part. But ten shucking dollars? Come on, you can hardly get a Happy Meal for that! Of course those come with those cute play toys, which I do not have any to hand out. They are dangerous for children under three anyway. Angela? You are totally bats.
Then he walks in. No knocking, no introductions. And if he could have seen me, I think he would have been aroused by my lithesome and nubile naked body? But to say he was drunk would mean a new definition of drunk. Thank god I wasn’t smoking a cigarette or the place woulda exploded. But too bad for me, he did manage to find my hair with both hands and jam my face into his black haired crotch. Scratchy and rough on my nose, and we just won’t talk about the smell ok? He said something, pillow talk I guess, then I juss did it. Grabbed it in my hand and put it in my mouth, all over it, the long part and the hairy ballsies too. No, he wasn’t exactly big, not that I have all that much to judge it by. Although my mind flashed to the scar man at the pool. Different species apparently.
But honest I sucked, I did! Guaranteed satisfaction and all, and I was almost used to the smell, so I kept at him, my hands even on his bare ass, his pants around his knees. Hoping he was enjoying this as much as I was. In my joyous ecstasy I may have been confused, but he seemed to manage to reach down and get some titty, me trying not to bite down in pain as he gently tried to rip one of my breasts off my body. Just when I was about to dispair of my lover’s satisfaction, I felt a rise in my mouth, over my tongue, a swelling even, maybe a heartbeat. His dick was trying to get hard! and it almost did, but unfortunately it did managed to shock me with a few hot and even thick spurts of his man stuff. Like three big gobs plopping out on my tongue, glub, glub, so now this was choke and die time. I remembering the Mutt’s words… ‘it’s not like all that big a deal right? I mean huh? Being a girl. You already had some in your mouth.’ Mutt is gonna write me C+ programs till he has grandchildren. But Angie is a brave trouper and having done the suck thing she does the swallow to boot. Something like a mouthful a sea water and bleach going done. Do not, do not, ask me how I managed not to puke it up. Or when he left, or if he was actually human. Laying on the cot and crying. Naked and praying for a toothbrush.
When without mercy the door opens and Mr. Two steps in. I don’t dare look up. Just sit on the cot.
‘That one eees a joke Gringa,’ I hear him saying, ‘this one you will remember.’ Sneering laugh. I can’t help but look, and there he is, purple and fat, and I am thinking I will remember this. Every time I see a polish sausage. But I have to right? Sobs start coming. Him grabbing my hair, hard, saying something which I am sure I understand without really hearing. Wanting to be a good friend to my budds?
Then the world explodes. I feel more than hear some series of, of whatevers. My body slammed back on the cot and I curl and sure wish I had a blanket huh? Seems like furniture is crashing, doors are broken in and people are shouting in Spanish. Very long time goes by while I huddled pink and naked, wishing I had the nerve to put my dress on. Unable to move. Actually it might have been like two minutes I was laying there until I realized Mr. Two was gone and the door was open.
‘What the fuck are you doing here co-ed?"
Huh? I know that voice. I my dreams. A hand on my hips, it is leathery and strong, but gentle. So I look up and I see this huge rifle shot gunney thing in his hands and some thick blue jacket making him look way fat. With the letters DEA across the front.
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Later, much later, I sit in a jeep, my dress recovered and even that blanket I wished for. The explanation of the whole thing had just drifted past me but something about international cooperation, drug cartels, white slavery rings. Maybe I dreamed all that. But here in front a that jail place I wait. And here come ol Mutt and Jeff looking smiley and making me cry and all. Many hugs. And then him coming around to drive. Him with the steel obliques.
And we are driving somewhere, anywhere he is taking me. So I place my hand on his thigh and lean against him where I know the scar is. And whisper in his ear.
‘That ‘go down’ thing sounds interesting?’
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“Finally, I’d like to offer my best wishes to the new chair of our Women’s Studies department, Elaine Cooper.” A tall woman, with short dark hair, probably early forties, stood up to acknowledge the polite applause.
“Well, everybody, enjoy the party and let’s have a great year” finished State University president Richard Howser.
It was the start of the new school year, and all faculty members were expected to make at least a token appearance at the faculty party. I figured I would stay for at about half an hour to be polite and then slip away. Recognizing the name Elaine Cooper, and intrigued by what my friend Steve had told me about her, I starting moving in her direction, pausing along the way to share pleasantries with various colleagues.
“Good evening Ms. Cooper, I’m Rob McMahon, from the Math department. Congratulations on the promotion.” She looked quite young for her age, with a pleasant face, and a slim, somewhat boyish figure. I tried to be charming, although her responses seemed somewhat strained, and after a few minutes polite conversation I offered to bring her a fresh drink. I hardly expected the icy tone of her reply.
“Don’t waste your time, pimple-brain. You disgust me. Maybe you would have something interesting to say if you spent as much time exercising your brain as you do your dick. Although, you don’t have much to boast about there either, by the feel of it." She said, grabbing my crotch and squeezing painfully hard. Several women within earshot giggled, or looked sneeringly at me, and there was not much else I could do but slink away trying not to show my embarrassment.
I’m not that handsome, or a smooth talker, and being a math professor is not considered the most ‘manly’ profession, so it’s always been a source of confidence to me that my ‘endowment’ is well above average. Certainly the women I’d dated had always been impressed. Now, the way gossip spread among the faculty, by tomorrow half the women on campus would be sniggering behind my back. Angrily, I thought back to the previous day.
Steve Robinson is an old friend from undergraduate days, my best friend in fact. His family is very wealthy, and after college his only job was trying to spend money. When he called me the night before I could tell he was a little drunk. We were just joking around when out of the blue his voice suddenly hardened;
“You know what I heard, Rob. You remember that bitch who flunked me in women's studies? Elaine Cooper? I heard she’s being promoted to head of the department.”
I had no recollection of the woman, but I made some kind of joke about her needing a real cock. You know, the kind of remark men feel obliged to make to each other just to reassure themselves about their own manhood. I didn’t really mean anything by it, but the next thing I knew Steve was promising to endow a chair in the mathematics department if I could get explicit pictures of myself with “that lesbian bitch”.
At the time I thought Steve’s offer was just a joke, but after my humiliation at the faculty party, I returned home and called Steve at his mansion.
“Steve, it’s Rob. Listen, that thing about the women’s studies professor. Were you serious about that?”
“Deadly, Rob. That bitch is pure evil; it would be worth every penny to see her brought down to size. In fact, I’ll make it a building if the pictures include her wearing a collar and leash.”
That night I lay awake for a long time, different plans running through my mind. I knew there had to be a way to get those pictures, and I was going to find it.
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Tuesday morning I had an hour between classes, and I walked over to the personnel office in the Maclean Building. The secretary, Debbie, is an old friend. Actually more than I friend, we had a pretty hot relationship for about a year, until she decided she wanted to settle down. Now she was engaged to an orthopedic surgeon, but we were still good friends.
“Hi, Debbie. How’s everything? Only a month until the big day.”
“Oh, hi Rob.” Wow, she is really smoking today. Her long, blond hair is shining like silk, and she has just enough makeup to draw attention to her deep blue eyes, and full moist lips. I can’t help but let my eyes drop to her chest where a tight red sweater barely conceals the full mounds beneath.
“So, did you just stop by to ogle me, or was there something else?”
Pulling myself together I remember why I’m here.
“I was hoping you could do me a favor for old times sake; I need to get a look at a personnel file.” I give her my most winning smile.
“Rob, you know that’s not allowed.” She hesitates, “Well, I suppose if I stepped away from my desk for a few minutes.”
I gave her a big hug and kissed her on the cheek, and a moment later I was on my own in the office. Rifleing through the drawers, A, B, C,.. Cooper there it was. It was a thick folder, so rather that read it there I took it over to the copier. A few minutes later when Debbie returned the copy was safely tucked into my briefcase.
“Thanks, Debbie, you’re a real gem.”
“Well, maybe there’s a favor you could do for me.” Debbie’s voice was quiet, and had taken on a husky tone. She stepped closer, and her hand brushed across the front of my khakis, making her intention plain.
“But, but …” I stuttered
“Bill is a wonderful man, Rob, and I’m going to marry him. But sometimes I need …” by now her hands were unbuckling my pants, freeing my cock and stroking to it’s full 9”.
“Oh, Rob, I need your big hard cock. Fill me up …”
Either she hadn’t been wearing panties to begin with, or she had taken them off when she left the office, because when I reached under her skirt I felt only the soft fine hair of her well groomed pussy, and the wet slipperiness that was already leaking from her. She pulled me against her aching and clawing body, and as I slipped into her her tight pussy, sinking my cock to the hilt Debbie let out a high-pitched squeal. She met my pelvic thrusts with her own, matching my rhythm as I drove her back against the desk. Laying back, she threw her ankles up on to my shoulders, and as I rammed into her with force her body flailed, scattering papers everywhere.
"Ooooooooouuuuunnnnnnhhh!!" Debbie groaned, her hips bucking up and down on my cock as it impaled her. I savored every second bringing her to the edge of climax and then holding back, frustrating her increasing desire to orgasm. She was slowly being driven wild with erotic sensations in her body and mind, until she was literally bouncing off the walls.
"Please Rob! Unnnnnnnnh!" Debbie screamed
Bending over I kissed her deeply and sensuously, and her body began tensing like a live wire as a throbbing orgasm shook her being. I began thrusting even deeper, as she arched her body underneath me, and then I exploded within her.
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Back in my office after teaching the last class of the day I read through the personnel file. There was a lot of boring performance reviews, records of complaints against male faculty members, but the only thing that seemed to be of any use to me were some records of tuition payments for a student named Catherine Cooper. Could it be that Elaine had a daughter?
I called over to the personnel office, and Debbie picked up the phone. She still seemed in a real good mood, and a few minutes later I had the information that Catherine Cooper was a History major.
“Thanks, love” I said, hanging up the phone, and then dialing another number.
I play in an R&B band with a few friends, and Al, our bass player, teaches History.
“Hi, Al, it’s Rob.”
“Hi, Rob. You didn’t forget the gig Friday night did you?” We were playing at one of the local clubs later that week, our first show since the summer.
“No, of course not. Listen, do you have a student named Catherine Cooper in one of your classes?”
“Sure, cute blonde, long hair even longer legs, is that the one?”
“Wouldn’t know Al, I’ve never met her?”
“Oh” he said, puzzled “well, I’ve seen her down at the club recently. Usually hangs with this black chick. Beverly something? I’m pretty sure they’ll be there Friday night”
“Perfect.” I replied, not believing my luck. Now if I could just get some kind of hold over the daughter then her Mommy was going to wish that she had never messed with Rob McMahon!
Friday night we played two 45 minute sets, and during the break Al pointed to a pair of women sitting near the back of the club, sipping sodas. “That’s Catherine Cooper”, he said, indicating a blonde with long straight hair, shining under the lights. Her face had an innocent look about it, but her short skirt and tight top were designed to show off a figure that would be the envy of most women. Her friend was shorter, but just as attractive. Her skin was coffee colored, and her large breasts formed a valley into which a man could sink for days. Approaching them, I had no trouble starting a conversation. Catherine seemed a little shy, but her friend Bev more than made up for this and by the time I had to return to the stage her hand was resting on my upper leg in a way that encouraged me to return as quickly as possible.
When the band finished for the night I returned to the two women, and even Catherine seemed to have loosened up by now. We were soon having a fine time, discussing music, and swapping stories of college life, the two women sitting close on either side of me. I could tell that there was also some hidden undertone between the two girls as they occasionally exchanged glances, but I didn’t find out what until Catherine stepped away for a moment.
“So Rob, which one of us were you planning on leaving here with tonight ?” Beverly asked with a laugh.
“Well, err, umm .. “ I stuttered, not knowing how to respond
“You know, Rob, Catherine and I are good friends, very good friends if you understand what I mean.” Bev was leaning close, speaking quietly, and looking directly into my eyes.
“You mean,…., both of you, ….” I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing.
“You can be a very lucky boy if you play your cards right.” Bev’s hand was running over my thigh. “But you’ve got to help me in return. You see, Catherine doesn’t usually date men. She’s got plenty of experience, but only with women. She came along tonight because I talked her into it, but you’ve got to be cool with her, back off if she decides she’s not into it, right?”
“Right. I mean, yes, of course. You can rely on me.”
“Yes, I’m sure I can.” Beverly replied, her hand brushing across my groin, and her face breaking into a brilliant smile.
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When Catherine returned it seemed to be understood that we would leave for my place, and a few minutes later I was showing the women into my living room.
“Rob, why don’t you fix us a drink, and we’ll make ourselves comfortable.” Bev suggested.
Returning a minute later I was surprised to find no-one in the living room; following the sound of laughter from the back of the house I found Beverly an Catherine in the bedroom, arms around each other, and dressed only in their underwear. I certainly appoved of their idea of comfortable. Bev reached around to remove Catherine’s bra.
“I think a little massage will help relax you.” Beverly suggested, and Catherine nodded.
Bev reached behind and unfastened her own bra. Her breasts tumbled free, a warm cinnamon color, her nipples were firm and jutting, a dark brown, the areolae puffy and tender, the tips long and squared off...throbbing hotly.
I watched as Bev reached into her bag, pulled out a flask of oil, poured a splash into one hand and rubbed her hands together. She scooted up close to Catherine, facing her with their knees touching and began applying the oil to her face and neck. She stroked lightly and gently. Catherine’s eyes closed. Bev leaned in closer, her breasts jutting very close to Catherine's.
Bev ran her hands down Catherine's neck, massaging in the thick fragrant oil. "Relax your neck, sweetie," she whispered.
"Your hands..." Catherine murmured, her eyes closed. "You hands...are...so...soft..."
Bev's big breasts swayed forward, an inch from Catherine's. Bev turned to look at me, pouted with her full lips, then swung her shoulders forward. Her nipples touched Catherine's. Both girls jumped slightly as if a little electric shock had zipped through their bodies! Catherine's mouth fell open. Bev's eyes fell into half slits. She moved her shoulders from side to side, just enough to make her nipples drag back and forth across Catherine's, the tips catching and releasing, both girl's breasts swelling...aching... their nipples stiff and tingling as they caught...and released...
"Oil..."breathed Catherine. "Oil..."
Bev leaned back, picked up her little oil bottle, uncapped it and slowly poured the whole thing on Catherine's chest! The warm, clear oil ran down over her round breasts and stiff nipples, over her ribcage and onto her flat belly. Then Bev leaned forward and rubbed her big breasts all over Catherine's
Bev turned and blew me a kiss
“ Watch this!”
Bev straightened her back, lifted her oily tits and presented one swollen tip to Catherine
"Ummmm!" moaned Catherine, reaching forward and wrapping her lips around Bev's stiff nipple and sucking noisily.
"Ummmm! Ughhhh!" Catherine's eyes were wide open, staring but getting glassy.
Bev plunged her hand into Catherine's panties, into the wetness and the warmth, finding Catherine's clit and teasing it with fast flicks. The backs of Bev's fingers pressed out against Catherine's underwear. Then Bev curved her two middle fingers and they slid wetly, deeply into Catherine's vagina
"Ahhh!" Catherine cried against the firm breast between her lips. "B-B-Bev! B-B-Bev!!" Her hips rocked in a fucking motion. Powerful shocks thrashed through her belly as Bev's fingers teased her G-spot and Bev's warm palm caressed her clit!
"Hmmm! Ummm!" Catherine moaned, thrusting her hips at Bev's plunging fingers. "OH! OH! OH!!"she came in deep throbs, gasping for air!!
“Rob, why don’t you help with the massage” . I quickly slipped out of my jeans and t-shirt, leaving only a pair of tight black briefs, struggling to contain my erection.
"Don't tease," breathed Bev. "Show us your cock! Show us!"
The briefs fell away. My penis was very long and thick, with a big purple head. It hung down slightly, heavy and half-erect.
"Rob," said Beverly. "So big! I love it. Ummm. Just look at that huge prick!"
I flexed my stomach and the two of them watched as my giant cock came fully erect, the head swelling. Bev wrapped both hands around the immense shaft and stroked gently. I sucked in my stomach and hissed with pleasure as my cock grew even larger, the fat dick expanding in her hands. Bev leaned down to rub her stiff nipples against the purplish head.
Catherine laughed, snapping Bev back to reality, "Now what about that massage?”
"Ummmmm," sighed Bev, giving my prick one last tight twist. "I guess so." Bev and Catherine made themselves comfortable
I reached for some massage oil, knelt, rubbed my oily hands together and began with Bev, rubbing across her shoulders, then down to her upper arms. I worked the muscles gently but firmly. Then her breasts. I massaged each firm globe from the base toward the nipple, forcing more hot blood into each tip, until the nipples were burstingly erect and super sensitive, a deep reddish brown. Then I oiled each nipple in turn, twisting, pulling, teasing. Beverly’s mouth was slack and open, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her legs sprawled open, her cunt flooding with juice.
As I worked on her breasts, my heavy cock bumped against her thighs, the inside of her legs, and her taut stomach. As I worked further on her face and neck, my cock dragged across her breasts, a thread of pre-cum connecting one of Bev's stiff nipples to the head of my cock.
Catherine was entranced. "God, Bev, I've never SEEN anything so sexy!"
I turned and smiled at Catherine, flexing my cock. It was fully, burstingly erect, 9 inches, the head an angry purple, shining and smooth, the shaft bloated with fat veins, the slit at the end weeping clear tears.
"God," murmured Catherine, lying back, caressing her stomach and breasts unconsciously. "What a beautiful cock!"
As I went back to oiling Beverly, my cock smeared more glistening juicy trails across her dark skin. After a while, Bev rolled over on her back and laid there lazily, totally aroused, her legs open, her wet cunt shamelessly displayed. She played with her pussy, her hands dripping with the slick, warm oil.
Catherine got her hands and knees, jutted her ass up high and I went to work on her. My soft hands glided over her tight asscheeks, then moved sensuously over her tingling anus.
"Um, Rob, I love that." Catherine moaned pushing her ass back.
I gently drove three fingers into Catherine's vagina. She was so wet and so oily. Her whole body seemed open...craving penetration.
"Rob," Catherine breathed. "Fuck me."
"Yes!" groaned Bev, rising to her knees, wiggling over behind me and taking my cock in her hands. Bev's hands could barely fit around the immense penis. She aimed it at Catherine's flared cunt, put her lips to my ear and whispered.
"Push your cock in Catherine's cunt, Rob!"
Catherine was very tight but there was so much oil and so much juice that I slid right in. Nine delicious inches! Catherine’s pussy lips stretched beautifully. She fucked back hard.
I cupped Catherine's breasts with one big hand, held her trim waist with the other and fucked her fully, with deep thrilling strokes.
Catherine didn't last long. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth opened in a silent scream and her cunt clenched! "Uh OH GOD!" Catherine groaned, "I'm cumming already! OH OH OH!" Catherine's beautiful blond hair whipped around, strands sticking to her oily shoulders. She arched her back gracefully, threw her head back, threw her breasts forward, tipped her ass higher and her cunt exploded in a flurry of hot clenches and tingles.
I timed my thrusts to Catherine cum pulses, skewering her with quick thrusts as her orgasm built furiously, then, slowly waned. "Uh! Uh! Ummmmmmmmmmm," Catherine finally moaned.
I had held back, but barely, and as I pulled my cock free I glared at Bev, in a rage of arousal. She knelt, her weight on her elbows and knees, her trim ass straight up. Bev knew what she wanted. "Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass."
"Bev! Oh, God," moaned Catherine, coming to her senses. But she took my steely cock and brought it to Bev's pink anus. "Wait," she said and grabbed the oil bottle, pouring it on Bev's ass and my cock until they dripped. "Now," Catherine smiled, pushing hard on my cock.
Bev breathed hard as I put my huge cock head on her pink pucker, pressed gently and slid straight in. Catherine reached under and cupped Bev's pussy, rubbing the wet, oily lips and clit.
My cock bottomed out. "Uh. Uh," I grunted. Bev was tight and hot. My balls drew up, my ass clenching. I pulled out and drove back in, slowly but powerfully.
"Ummm! Ummm!" Bev loved it. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open, a thin string of saliva drooling out of the corner of her mouth. My strokes into her butt pulled at her pussy lips, hooding and unhooding her clit. The sensations were electric! She turned to her girlfriend. "Oh! Oh! Catherine!"
"Yes baby?"
"Catherine! Catherine!" Bev could barely speak. "It feels so good!"
Catherine dug her fingers into my tight ass. I glared at her, our eyes locked and Catherine brought her oily hand to my anus, probing and tickling. I grunted and my eyes began to roll up. Catherine reached with her free hand and cupped Bev's chin, lining her friends face up with hers, looking into her eyes. Then Catherine gave Bev a big kiss, right on her lips, driving her tongue warmly into Bev's mouth.
"Oh!" my cock exploded. A big knot of cum splashed into Bev's ass.
"AHHHH!" moaned Bev pulling her lips off Catherine's. "I'm...I'M... Uh! MMMMMM! I'm cumming....." She drove her little butt back at me, loving the hot blast of his sperm in her ass.
"Cumming!" I groaned
Catherine wanted to see my cock explode. "Show us!" she cried.
I pulled my cock out of Bev's ass, splattering semen as it went. She twitched with each hot spurt, her orgasm in synch with mine. My cream filled the gap in Bev's ass in three shots, running down to cover her cunt.
"God!" moaned Catherine, "Look at all that cum!"
I turned toward Catherine, stroked my cock once more and splattered Catherine's breasts with a spray of warm droplets. She nuzzled up to my cock.
"A little more?" she crooned. I spurted on her lips. "Ummm. More?" cum drooled on Catherine’s cheek. "Yum!" she pumped out the final few shots, kissing the head of my cock as the cream oozed out onto her lips.
Needless to say the two women were eager to revive my cock, and it was beginning to get light outside when the three of us fell into an exhausted sleep.
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Things could hardly have gone better the night before. Except for the fact that I hadn’t got any evidence I could use as leverage against Elaine. Shit! I was so turned on by the two girls that I hadn’t even thought about it. I quickly realized what I should have done. After a late breakfast, well lunch really, I rigged up the WebCam from my home computer so that it was now focused on the bed. This way I would have pictures of everything that went on, and I didn’t have to worry about switching it on at the right time, everything would be recorded on my hard drive. Then we’d see just how far Catherine’s mommy would go to keep her out of trouble.
Now all I had to do was to get Catherine to come back over to my place. I certainly didn’t want to call her at home, so I called Beverly instead. She was practically purring over the phone when I suggested that we meet at my place that evening, and she promised to be there at 9pm, with Catherine.
I spent a lazy day around the house, and I was just taking a shower around 8:30pm in preparation for the night’s activities, when I heard the doorbell. Quickly toweling off, I put on a robe and went to the door.
I smiled at the thought that Catherine and Beverly were early, my cock getting hard, as I opened the door.
My smile was still frozen in place when Elaine Cooper launched herself at me. I don’t think her feet touched the ground. In the blink of an eye I was on my back and she was sitting astride me. Her hand was arched and fingers were pressing against my neck. I tried to struggle but couldn’t raise a movement. Whatever she was doing with her fingers seemed to paralyze me.
“You bastard! You fucking male pig! I’m going to make you pay for what you did to my daughter.”
She kept the pressure on my neck, holding me still, and reaching under my robe grabbed my stiff penis with her other hand.
“You think just because you have this you can take any woman you want, ” She pressed a thumb against my penis and it bowed under pressure. “… but I can bend you to my will. I can take you whenever I choose.”
Power surged back into my blood and I pushed up into her in a violent thrust, simultaneously meeting impulsive urges to fuck her senseless and to regain control. Instantly the fingers were back at my throat, and my head bounced of the hardwood floor. I lay there stunned, and by the time I had stopped seeing stars, my arms and legs were bound tightly with rope. Obviously, Elaine Cooper had come prepared.
She dragged me into the bedroom.
“Get onto the bed, pig.” She hauled me half upright, and I was able to flop onto the bed, in no condition to resist. I’d lost my robe in the struggle, and she sneered down at my body. Grasping my penis she gave it a few hard strokes, and despite the situation my erection began to swell.
“You see how pathetic your male, reptile mind is. You can’t help yourself, even when you know I’m here to punish you.”
She began to peel off her clothes revealing a thin taut body. Her pubic hair was shaved to a small dark triangle, with which I quickly became intimately familiar as she knelt on the bed straddling my face.
“OK, prick, start licking, and don’t get any ideas about escaping or I’ll crack your head like a walnut.” Her muscular thighs clamped around my head and I was in danger of suffocating. More in self defense than anything else I began to move my tongue over her pussy. I guess she was right in what she said about men’s minds because before almost immediately my reflexes took over and I was eagerly pressing my face into her wet folds, and driving my tongue as deep as possible into her channel.
Elaine grunted wordlessly and began riding my face as I sucked her clit.
After several shuddering orgasms she leaned against the head board, panting, my face still trapped between her legs, smeared with her juices.
By now my cock was rigid, and it twitched expectantly as she slid down my body and positioned it between the lips of her cunt.
“You just remember who’s in control.” She said menacingly, gripping my balls tightly enough to be uncomfortable. The she proceeded to sink down on my cock, and ride me like a prize stallion. Her hips twisted and turned, ground and thrust, her face an animalistic expression of ecstasy until she collapsed across my body, shuddering. It was several minutes before she moved, but as she raised up and my cock slipped from within her, her face changed
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what I came here for. You’re nothing to me but a warm-blooded dildo.” She grinned evilly as she reached down into a bag on the floor and pulled something out of it. At first, because of it’s size, it didn’t register with me what I was seeing. It was large, black, strap-on dildo. And when I say large, I mean LARGE. This thing was about the size of a telephone pole!
“Now, it’s my turn.” As she strapped on this huge monstrosity I had no doubt what she intended.
“N-no, you can’t!” I stuttered. “You’ll kill me with that thing!’
“You should have thought of that before you polluted my daughter. Now you’re going to feel what it’s like …”
Despite my struggles she had turned me onto my stomach, and was positioning herself behind me. I felt her finger probe my asshole.
“MMmmm! Nice and tight. There’s nothing like the first time is there?”
“Please “ I begged “please”. Tears were welling up in my eyes as I felt the dildo pressing against me.
It was at that moment that I heard the front door crash open and a loud female voice called out;
“MOM! Mom, are you here!”
Clearly startled Elaine looked back at the bedroom door, and then down at me.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back in moment.” she said icily. From my face down position I couldn’t see what was happening, but I heard the bedroom door close. I was trying to decide whether to yell out to Catherine, when a figure appeared at the window. Beverly, pushed the window wide, and slipped nimbly into the room.
“Quick!” I hissed. “Get me untied.”
“I’m sorry” whispered Bev as she worked on the knots. “She must have been listening on the extension when I called Catherine. “When I stopped by to pick Catherine up I found her locked in her room. We got here as soon as we could.”
I could here the sounds of arguing from the front of the house, and I urged Beverly to work quickly. As soon as I was loose, I grabbed a pair of pants from the floor and was out the window, with Bev just ahead of me. Her car was parked in front, and it was only as we drove away that the sense of relief finally hit me.
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I didn’t have the courage to return to the house that night, and it was the next morning before I went back, carefully locking the door behind me. All evidence of the previous day’s struggle seemed to have been removed.
Checking my computer, I found that the WebCam had worked perfectly, and I selected a frame that clearly showed Elaine Cooper’s face, in the throes of passion, emailing it to Steve.
I never saw Elaine or Catherine Cooper again; a few weeks later I heard that Elaine took a position teaching at an Ivy League school. I guess Catherine must have transferred too, and I did feel some regret about the way I had used her. Wherever she is I hope she finds someone, man or woman, who will teach her that her sex is something to be enjoyed, not used as a weapon.
As for myself, I’m now the Stephen McMahon Professor of Mathematics. I still see Bev once in a while, and our encounters are just as much fun as the first. And, just in case I ever get the urge to try something this crazy again, in the back of the bedroom closet I have one final reminder. The large black dildo that I found discarded, under my bed.
“Finally, I’d like to offer my best wishes to the new chair of our Women’s Studies department, Elaine Cooper.” A tall woman, with short dark hair, probably early forties, stood up to acknowledge the polite applause.
“Well, everybody, enjoy the party and let’s have a great year” finished State University president Richard Howser.
It was the start of the new school year, and all faculty members were expected to make at least a token appearance at the faculty party. I figured I would stay for at about half an hour to be polite and then slip away. Recognizing the name Elaine Cooper, and intrigued by what my friend Steve had told me about her, I starting moving in her direction, pausing along the way to share pleasantries with various colleagues.
“Good evening Ms. Cooper, I’m Rob McMahon, from the Math department. Congratulations on the promotion.” She looked quite young for her age, with a pleasant face, and a slim, somewhat boyish figure. I tried to be charming, although her responses seemed somewhat strained, and after a few minutes polite conversation I offered to bring her a fresh drink. I hardly expected the icy tone of her reply.
“Don’t waste your time, pimple-brain. You disgust me. Maybe you would have something interesting to say if you spent as much time exercising your brain as you do your dick. Although, you don’t have much to boast about there either, by the feel of it." She said, grabbing my crotch and squeezing painfully hard. Several women within earshot giggled, or looked sneeringly at me, and there was not much else I could do but slink away trying not to show my embarrassment.
I’m not that handsome, or a smooth talker, and being a math professor is not considered the most ‘manly’ profession, so it’s always been a source of confidence to me that my ‘endowment’ is well above average. Certainly the women I’d dated had always been impressed. Now, the way gossip spread among the faculty, by tomorrow half the women on campus would be sniggering behind my back. Angrily, I thought back to the previous day.
Steve Robinson is an old friend from undergraduate days, my best friend in fact. His family is very wealthy, and after college his only job was trying to spend money. When he called me the night before I could tell he was a little drunk. We were just joking around when out of the blue his voice suddenly hardened;
“You know what I heard, Rob. You remember that bitch who flunked me in women's studies? Elaine Cooper? I heard she’s being promoted to head of the department.”
I had no recollection of the woman, but I made some kind of joke about her needing a real cock. You know, the kind of remark men feel obliged to make to each other just to reassure themselves about their own manhood. I didn’t really mean anything by it, but the next thing I knew Steve was promising to endow a chair in the mathematics department if I could get explicit pictures of myself with “that lesbian bitch”.
At the time I thought Steve’s offer was just a joke, but after my humiliation at the faculty party, I returned home and called Steve at his mansion.
“Steve, it’s Rob. Listen, that thing about the women’s studies professor. Were you serious about that?”
“Deadly, Rob. That bitch is pure evil; it would be worth every penny to see her brought down to size. In fact, I’ll make it a building if the pictures include her wearing a collar and leash.”
That night I lay awake for a long time, different plans running through my mind. I knew there had to be a way to get those pictures, and I was going to find it.
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Tuesday morning I had an hour between classes, and I walked over to the personnel office in the Maclean Building. The secretary, Debbie, is an old friend. Actually more than I friend, we had a pretty hot relationship for about a year, until she decided she wanted to settle down. Now she was engaged to an orthopedic surgeon, but we were still good friends.
“Hi, Debbie. How’s everything? Only a month until the big day.”
“Oh, hi Rob.” Wow, she is really smoking today. Her long, blond hair is shining like silk, and she has just enough makeup to draw attention to her deep blue eyes, and full moist lips. I can’t help but let my eyes drop to her chest where a tight red sweater barely conceals the full mounds beneath.
“So, did you just stop by to ogle me, or was there something else?”
Pulling myself together I remember why I’m here.
“I was hoping you could do me a favor for old times sake; I need to get a look at a personnel file.” I give her my most winning smile.
“Rob, you know that’s not allowed.” She hesitates, “Well, I suppose if I stepped away from my desk for a few minutes.”
I gave her a big hug and kissed her on the cheek, and a moment later I was on my own in the office. Rifleing through the drawers, A, B, C,.. Cooper there it was. It was a thick folder, so rather that read it there I took it over to the copier. A few minutes later when Debbie returned the copy was safely tucked into my briefcase.
“Thanks, Debbie, you’re a real gem.”
“Well, maybe there’s a favor you could do for me.” Debbie’s voice was quiet, and had taken on a husky tone. She stepped closer, and her hand brushed across the front of my khakis, making her intention plain.
“But, but …” I stuttered
“Bill is a wonderful man, Rob, and I’m going to marry him. But sometimes I need …” by now her hands were unbuckling my pants, freeing my cock and stroking to it’s full 9”.
“Oh, Rob, I need your big hard cock. Fill me up …”
Either she hadn’t been wearing panties to begin with, or she had taken them off when she left the office, because when I reached under her skirt I felt only the soft fine hair of her well groomed pussy, and the wet slipperiness that was already leaking from her. She pulled me against her aching and clawing body, and as I slipped into her her tight pussy, sinking my cock to the hilt Debbie let out a high-pitched squeal. She met my pelvic thrusts with her own, matching my rhythm as I drove her back against the desk. Laying back, she threw her ankles up on to my shoulders, and as I rammed into her with force her body flailed, scattering papers everywhere.
"Ooooooooouuuuunnnnnnhhh!!" Debbie groaned, her hips bucking up and down on my cock as it impaled her. I savored every second bringing her to the edge of climax and then holding back, frustrating her increasing desire to orgasm. She was slowly being driven wild with erotic sensations in her body and mind, until she was literally bouncing off the walls.
"Please Rob! Unnnnnnnnh!" Debbie screamed
Bending over I kissed her deeply and sensuously, and her body began tensing like a live wire as a throbbing orgasm shook her being. I began thrusting even deeper, as she arched her body underneath me, and then I exploded within her.
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Back in my office after teaching the last class of the day I read through the personnel file. There was a lot of boring performance reviews, records of complaints against male faculty members, but the only thing that seemed to be of any use to me were some records of tuition payments for a student named Catherine Cooper. Could it be that Elaine had a daughter?
I called over to the personnel office, and Debbie picked up the phone. She still seemed in a real good mood, and a few minutes later I had the information that Catherine Cooper was a History major.
“Thanks, love” I said, hanging up the phone, and then dialing another number.
I play in an R&B band with a few friends, and Al, our bass player, teaches History.
“Hi, Al, it’s Rob.”
“Hi, Rob. You didn’t forget the gig Friday night did you?” We were playing at one of the local clubs later that week, our first show since the summer.
“No, of course not. Listen, do you have a student named Catherine Cooper in one of your classes?”
“Sure, cute blonde, long hair even longer legs, is that the one?”
“Wouldn’t know Al, I’ve never met her?”
“Oh” he said, puzzled “well, I’ve seen her down at the club recently. Usually hangs with this black chick. Beverly something? I’m pretty sure they’ll be there Friday night”
“Perfect.” I replied, not believing my luck. Now if I could just get some kind of hold over the daughter then her Mommy was going to wish that she had never messed with Rob McMahon!
Friday night we played two 45 minute sets, and during the break Al pointed to a pair of women sitting near the back of the club, sipping sodas. “That’s Catherine Cooper”, he said, indicating a blonde with long straight hair, shining under the lights. Her face had an innocent look about it, but her short skirt and tight top were designed to show off a figure that would be the envy of most women. Her friend was shorter, but just as attractive. Her skin was coffee colored, and her large breasts formed a valley into which a man could sink for days. Approaching them, I had no trouble starting a conversation. Catherine seemed a little shy, but her friend Bev more than made up for this and by the time I had to return to the stage her hand was resting on my upper leg in a way that encouraged me to return as quickly as possible.
When the band finished for the night I returned to the two women, and even Catherine seemed to have loosened up by now. We were soon having a fine time, discussing music, and swapping stories of college life, the two women sitting close on either side of me. I could tell that there was also some hidden undertone between the two girls as they occasionally exchanged glances, but I didn’t find out what until Catherine stepped away for a moment.
“So Rob, which one of us were you planning on leaving here with tonight ?” Beverly asked with a laugh.
“Well, err, umm .. “ I stuttered, not knowing how to respond
“You know, Rob, Catherine and I are good friends, very good friends if you understand what I mean.” Bev was leaning close, speaking quietly, and looking directly into my eyes.
“You mean,…., both of you, ….” I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing.
“You can be a very lucky boy if you play your cards right.” Bev’s hand was running over my thigh. “But you’ve got to help me in return. You see, Catherine doesn’t usually date men. She’s got plenty of experience, but only with women. She came along tonight because I talked her into it, but you’ve got to be cool with her, back off if she decides she’s not into it, right?”
“Right. I mean, yes, of course. You can rely on me.”
“Yes, I’m sure I can.” Beverly replied, her hand brushing across my groin, and her face breaking into a brilliant smile.
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When Catherine returned it seemed to be understood that we would leave for my place, and a few minutes later I was showing the women into my living room.
“Rob, why don’t you fix us a drink, and we’ll make ourselves comfortable.” Bev suggested.
Returning a minute later I was surprised to find no-one in the living room; following the sound of laughter from the back of the house I found Beverly an Catherine in the bedroom, arms around each other, and dressed only in their underwear. I certainly appoved of their idea of comfortable. Bev reached around to remove Catherine’s bra.
“I think a little massage will help relax you.” Beverly suggested, and Catherine nodded.
Bev reached behind and unfastened her own bra. Her breasts tumbled free, a warm cinnamon color, her nipples were firm and jutting, a dark brown, the areolae puffy and tender, the tips long and squared off...throbbing hotly.
I watched as Bev reached into her bag, pulled out a flask of oil, poured a splash into one hand and rubbed her hands together. She scooted up close to Catherine, facing her with their knees touching and began applying the oil to her face and neck. She stroked lightly and gently. Catherine’s eyes closed. Bev leaned in closer, her breasts jutting very close to Catherine's.
Bev ran her hands down Catherine's neck, massaging in the thick fragrant oil. "Relax your neck, sweetie," she whispered.
"Your hands..." Catherine murmured, her eyes closed. "You hands...are...so...soft..."
Bev's big breasts swayed forward, an inch from Catherine's. Bev turned to look at me, pouted with her full lips, then swung her shoulders forward. Her nipples touched Catherine's. Both girls jumped slightly as if a little electric shock had zipped through their bodies! Catherine's mouth fell open. Bev's eyes fell into half slits. She moved her shoulders from side to side, just enough to make her nipples drag back and forth across Catherine's, the tips catching and releasing, both girl's breasts swelling...aching... their nipples stiff and tingling as they caught...and released...
"Oil..."breathed Catherine. "Oil..."
Bev leaned back, picked up her little oil bottle, uncapped it and slowly poured the whole thing on Catherine's chest! The warm, clear oil ran down over her round breasts and stiff nipples, over her ribcage and onto her flat belly. Then Bev leaned forward and rubbed her big breasts all over Catherine's
Bev turned and blew me a kiss
“ Watch this!”
Bev straightened her back, lifted her oily tits and presented one swollen tip to Catherine
"Ummmm!" moaned Catherine, reaching forward and wrapping her lips around Bev's stiff nipple and sucking noisily.
"Ummmm! Ughhhh!" Catherine's eyes were wide open, staring but getting glassy.
Bev plunged her hand into Catherine's panties, into the wetness and the warmth, finding Catherine's clit and teasing it with fast flicks. The backs of Bev's fingers pressed out against Catherine's underwear. Then Bev curved her two middle fingers and they slid wetly, deeply into Catherine's vagina
"Ahhh!" Catherine cried against the firm breast between her lips. "B-B-Bev! B-B-Bev!!" Her hips rocked in a fucking motion. Powerful shocks thrashed through her belly as Bev's fingers teased her G-spot and Bev's warm palm caressed her clit!
"Hmmm! Ummm!" Catherine moaned, thrusting her hips at Bev's plunging fingers. "OH! OH! OH!!"she came in deep throbs, gasping for air!!
“Rob, why don’t you help with the massage” . I quickly slipped out of my jeans and t-shirt, leaving only a pair of tight black briefs, struggling to contain my erection.
"Don't tease," breathed Bev. "Show us your cock! Show us!"
The briefs fell away. My penis was very long and thick, with a big purple head. It hung down slightly, heavy and half-erect.
"Rob," said Beverly. "So big! I love it. Ummm. Just look at that huge prick!"
I flexed my stomach and the two of them watched as my giant cock came fully erect, the head swelling. Bev wrapped both hands around the immense shaft and stroked gently. I sucked in my stomach and hissed with pleasure as my cock grew even larger, the fat dick expanding in her hands. Bev leaned down to rub her stiff nipples against the purplish head.
Catherine laughed, snapping Bev back to reality, "Now what about that massage?”
"Ummmmm," sighed Bev, giving my prick one last tight twist. "I guess so." Bev and Catherine made themselves comfortable
I reached for some massage oil, knelt, rubbed my oily hands together and began with Bev, rubbing across her shoulders, then down to her upper arms. I worked the muscles gently but firmly. Then her breasts. I massaged each firm globe from the base toward the nipple, forcing more hot blood into each tip, until the nipples were burstingly erect and super sensitive, a deep reddish brown. Then I oiled each nipple in turn, twisting, pulling, teasing. Beverly’s mouth was slack and open, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her legs sprawled open, her cunt flooding with juice.
As I worked on her breasts, my heavy cock bumped against her thighs, the inside of her legs, and her taut stomach. As I worked further on her face and neck, my cock dragged across her breasts, a thread of pre-cum connecting one of Bev's stiff nipples to the head of my cock.
Catherine was entranced. "God, Bev, I've never SEEN anything so sexy!"
I turned and smiled at Catherine, flexing my cock. It was fully, burstingly erect, 9 inches, the head an angry purple, shining and smooth, the shaft bloated with fat veins, the slit at the end weeping clear tears.
"God," murmured Catherine, lying back, caressing her stomach and breasts unconsciously. "What a beautiful cock!"
As I went back to oiling Beverly, my cock smeared more glistening juicy trails across her dark skin. After a while, Bev rolled over on her back and laid there lazily, totally aroused, her legs open, her wet cunt shamelessly displayed. She played with her pussy, her hands dripping with the slick, warm oil.
Catherine got her hands and knees, jutted her ass up high and I went to work on her. My soft hands glided over her tight asscheeks, then moved sensuously over her tingling anus.
"Um, Rob, I love that." Catherine moaned pushing her ass back.
I gently drove three fingers into Catherine's vagina. She was so wet and so oily. Her whole body seemed open...craving penetration.
"Rob," Catherine breathed. "Fuck me."
"Yes!" groaned Bev, rising to her knees, wiggling over behind me and taking my cock in her hands. Bev's hands could barely fit around the immense penis. She aimed it at Catherine's flared cunt, put her lips to my ear and whispered.
"Push your cock in Catherine's cunt, Rob!"
Catherine was very tight but there was so much oil and so much juice that I slid right in. Nine delicious inches! Catherine’s pussy lips stretched beautifully. She fucked back hard.
I cupped Catherine's breasts with one big hand, held her trim waist with the other and fucked her fully, with deep thrilling strokes.
Catherine didn't last long. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth opened in a silent scream and her cunt clenched! "Uh OH GOD!" Catherine groaned, "I'm cumming already! OH OH OH!" Catherine's beautiful blond hair whipped around, strands sticking to her oily shoulders. She arched her back gracefully, threw her head back, threw her breasts forward, tipped her ass higher and her cunt exploded in a flurry of hot clenches and tingles.
I timed my thrusts to Catherine cum pulses, skewering her with quick thrusts as her orgasm built furiously, then, slowly waned. "Uh! Uh! Ummmmmmmmmmm," Catherine finally moaned.
I had held back, but barely, and as I pulled my cock free I glared at Bev, in a rage of arousal. She knelt, her weight on her elbows and knees, her trim ass straight up. Bev knew what she wanted. "Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass."
"Bev! Oh, God," moaned Catherine, coming to her senses. But she took my steely cock and brought it to Bev's pink anus. "Wait," she said and grabbed the oil bottle, pouring it on Bev's ass and my cock until they dripped. "Now," Catherine smiled, pushing hard on my cock.
Bev breathed hard as I put my huge cock head on her pink pucker, pressed gently and slid straight in. Catherine reached under and cupped Bev's pussy, rubbing the wet, oily lips and clit.
My cock bottomed out. "Uh. Uh," I grunted. Bev was tight and hot. My balls drew up, my ass clenching. I pulled out and drove back in, slowly but powerfully.
"Ummm! Ummm!" Bev loved it. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open, a thin string of saliva drooling out of the corner of her mouth. My strokes into her butt pulled at her pussy lips, hooding and unhooding her clit. The sensations were electric! She turned to her girlfriend. "Oh! Oh! Catherine!"
"Yes baby?"
"Catherine! Catherine!" Bev could barely speak. "It feels so good!"
Catherine dug her fingers into my tight ass. I glared at her, our eyes locked and Catherine brought her oily hand to my anus, probing and tickling. I grunted and my eyes began to roll up. Catherine reached with her free hand and cupped Bev's chin, lining her friends face up with hers, looking into her eyes. Then Catherine gave Bev a big kiss, right on her lips, driving her tongue warmly into Bev's mouth.
"Oh!" my cock exploded. A big knot of cum splashed into Bev's ass.
"AHHHH!" moaned Bev pulling her lips off Catherine's. "I'm...I'M... Uh! MMMMMM! I'm cumming....." She drove her little butt back at me, loving the hot blast of his sperm in her ass.
"Cumming!" I groaned
Catherine wanted to see my cock explode. "Show us!" she cried.
I pulled my cock out of Bev's ass, splattering semen as it went. She twitched with each hot spurt, her orgasm in synch with mine. My cream filled the gap in Bev's ass in three shots, running down to cover her cunt.
"God!" moaned Catherine, "Look at all that cum!"
I turned toward Catherine, stroked my cock once more and splattered Catherine's breasts with a spray of warm droplets. She nuzzled up to my cock.
"A little more?" she crooned. I spurted on her lips. "Ummm. More?" cum drooled on Catherine’s cheek. "Yum!" she pumped out the final few shots, kissing the head of my cock as the cream oozed out onto her lips.
Needless to say the two women were eager to revive my cock, and it was beginning to get light outside when the three of us fell into an exhausted sleep.
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Things could hardly have gone better the night before. Except for the fact that I hadn’t got any evidence I could use as leverage against Elaine. Shit! I was so turned on by the two girls that I hadn’t even thought about it. I quickly realized what I should have done. After a late breakfast, well lunch really, I rigged up the WebCam from my home computer so that it was now focused on the bed. This way I would have pictures of everything that went on, and I didn’t have to worry about switching it on at the right time, everything would be recorded on my hard drive. Then we’d see just how far Catherine’s mommy would go to keep her out of trouble.
Now all I had to do was to get Catherine to come back over to my place. I certainly didn’t want to call her at home, so I called Beverly instead. She was practically purring over the phone when I suggested that we meet at my place that evening, and she promised to be there at 9pm, with Catherine.
I spent a lazy day around the house, and I was just taking a shower around 8:30pm in preparation for the night’s activities, when I heard the doorbell. Quickly toweling off, I put on a robe and went to the door.
I smiled at the thought that Catherine and Beverly were early, my cock getting hard, as I opened the door.
My smile was still frozen in place when Elaine Cooper launched herself at me. I don’t think her feet touched the ground. In the blink of an eye I was on my back and she was sitting astride me. Her hand was arched and fingers were pressing against my neck. I tried to struggle but couldn’t raise a movement. Whatever she was doing with her fingers seemed to paralyze me.
“You bastard! You fucking male pig! I’m going to make you pay for what you did to my daughter.”
She kept the pressure on my neck, holding me still, and reaching under my robe grabbed my stiff penis with her other hand.
“You think just because you have this you can take any woman you want, ” She pressed a thumb against my penis and it bowed under pressure. “… but I can bend you to my will. I can take you whenever I choose.”
Power surged back into my blood and I pushed up into her in a violent thrust, simultaneously meeting impulsive urges to fuck her senseless and to regain control. Instantly the fingers were back at my throat, and my head bounced of the hardwood floor. I lay there stunned, and by the time I had stopped seeing stars, my arms and legs were bound tightly with rope. Obviously, Elaine Cooper had come prepared.
She dragged me into the bedroom.
“Get onto the bed, pig.” She hauled me half upright, and I was able to flop onto the bed, in no condition to resist. I’d lost my robe in the struggle, and she sneered down at my body. Grasping my penis she gave it a few hard strokes, and despite the situation my erection began to swell.
“You see how pathetic your male, reptile mind is. You can’t help yourself, even when you know I’m here to punish you.”
She began to peel off her clothes revealing a thin taut body. Her pubic hair was shaved to a small dark triangle, with which I quickly became intimately familiar as she knelt on the bed straddling my face.
“OK, prick, start licking, and don’t get any ideas about escaping or I’ll crack your head like a walnut.” Her muscular thighs clamped around my head and I was in danger of suffocating. More in self defense than anything else I began to move my tongue over her pussy. I guess she was right in what she said about men’s minds because before almost immediately my reflexes took over and I was eagerly pressing my face into her wet folds, and driving my tongue as deep as possible into her channel.
Elaine grunted wordlessly and began riding my face as I sucked her clit.
After several shuddering orgasms she leaned against the head board, panting, my face still trapped between her legs, smeared with her juices.
By now my cock was rigid, and it twitched expectantly as she slid down my body and positioned it between the lips of her cunt.
“You just remember who’s in control.” She said menacingly, gripping my balls tightly enough to be uncomfortable. The she proceeded to sink down on my cock, and ride me like a prize stallion. Her hips twisted and turned, ground and thrust, her face an animalistic expression of ecstasy until she collapsed across my body, shuddering. It was several minutes before she moved, but as she raised up and my cock slipped from within her, her face changed
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what I came here for. You’re nothing to me but a warm-blooded dildo.” She grinned evilly as she reached down into a bag on the floor and pulled something out of it. At first, because of it’s size, it didn’t register with me what I was seeing. It was large, black, strap-on dildo. And when I say large, I mean LARGE. This thing was about the size of a telephone pole!
“Now, it’s my turn.” As she strapped on this huge monstrosity I had no doubt what she intended.
“N-no, you can’t!” I stuttered. “You’ll kill me with that thing!’
“You should have thought of that before you polluted my daughter. Now you’re going to feel what it’s like …”
Despite my struggles she had turned me onto my stomach, and was positioning herself behind me. I felt her finger probe my asshole.
“MMmmm! Nice and tight. There’s nothing like the first time is there?”
“Please “ I begged “please”. Tears were welling up in my eyes as I felt the dildo pressing against me.
It was at that moment that I heard the front door crash open and a loud female voice called out;
“MOM! Mom, are you here!”
Clearly startled Elaine looked back at the bedroom door, and then down at me.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back in moment.” she said icily. From my face down position I couldn’t see what was happening, but I heard the bedroom door close. I was trying to decide whether to yell out to Catherine, when a figure appeared at the window. Beverly, pushed the window wide, and slipped nimbly into the room.
“Quick!” I hissed. “Get me untied.”
“I’m sorry” whispered Bev as she worked on the knots. “She must have been listening on the extension when I called Catherine. “When I stopped by to pick Catherine up I found her locked in her room. We got here as soon as we could.”
I could here the sounds of arguing from the front of the house, and I urged Beverly to work quickly. As soon as I was loose, I grabbed a pair of pants from the floor and was out the window, with Bev just ahead of me. Her car was parked in front, and it was only as we drove away that the sense of relief finally hit me.
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I didn’t have the courage to return to the house that night, and it was the next morning before I went back, carefully locking the door behind me. All evidence of the previous day’s struggle seemed to have been removed.
Checking my computer, I found that the WebCam had worked perfectly, and I selected a frame that clearly showed Elaine Cooper’s face, in the throes of passion, emailing it to Steve.
I never saw Elaine or Catherine Cooper again; a few weeks later I heard that Elaine took a position teaching at an Ivy League school. I guess Catherine must have transferred too, and I did feel some regret about the way I had used her. Wherever she is I hope she finds someone, man or woman, who will teach her that her sex is something to be enjoyed, not used as a weapon.
As for myself, I’m now the Stephen McMahon Professor of Mathematics. I still see Bev once in a while, and our encounters are just as much fun as the first. And, just in case I ever get the urge to try something this crazy again, in the back of the bedroom closet I have one final reminder. The large black dildo that I found discarded, under my bed.
BadForm
Bad attitude in any Form
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New Dare Character
OOC: I'd like to be considered as a new member for the next dare round. I can't be reached via email, but can via the discussion board.
Character: Tanya Ball
Age: 21
Occupation: Female Soccer Star/Rich Girl (family are multi-millionaire)
Nationality: Mixed English father, Ghanain mother
Height: 6'0"
Build: Elegantly muscular
Sexuality: Bi-curious, but mostly hetero. Semi-inexperienced but open to learning.
OOC: I'd like to be considered as a new member for the next dare round. I can't be reached via email, but can via the discussion board.
Character: Tanya Ball
Age: 21
Occupation: Female Soccer Star/Rich Girl (family are multi-millionaire)
Nationality: Mixed English father, Ghanain mother
Height: 6'0"
Build: Elegantly muscular
Sexuality: Bi-curious, but mostly hetero. Semi-inexperienced but open to learning.
Ticklish Girl
Bloody but unbowed
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Re: For Ticklish Girl
"You heard me, Miss Chambers. Each of us has something the other wants. I have the drug, and you have that luscious body. You give me your body for one night, and I give you as much of the drug as you need to save your fiancé's life. That's my price. Take it or leave it." Dr. Campbell leaned back in his swivel chair and folded his hands on his ample tummy. His thick, rubbery lips were spread wide in a smug grin, revealing crooked, yellow teeth. I could barely stand to look at him. This was a doctor, for heaven's sake -- hadn't he ever heard of toothpaste?
His buggy eyes traveled leisurely over my body. I could sense him mentally fondling me. How my hand itched to slap him until his face was beet-red! Under any other circumstances I would not have hesitated to do so. But I had to stay focused on my goal: getting that drug for Bobby. I had tried everything, going through legal and not-so-legal channels, but none of my efforts had worked. Campbell was my last chance, and unfortunately he knew it.
"Miss Chambers?" His nasal voice startled me out of my thoughts. "I'm waiting. I have another appointment in ten minutes. If you haven't given me an answer by then, I'm going to assume you've declined my offer. But you should know that once you leave this office the offer expires. I will not grant you another meeting. You'll just have to get that drug some other way." The grin turned into a smirk.
"Maybe I will, at that," I said. "I could always try Dr. Hamilton again. He seemed quite sympathetic to my situation." I was trying to bluff, but neither of us was fooled. Dr. Hamilton had indeed been sympathetic, had even seemed willing to work out some kind of deal. (And why couldn't he have been the one to proposition me? At least the sight of him didn't make me ill!) But he had suddenly stopped taking my phone calls a few days ago. His answering service would only say that he had "a personal emergency" and would be "unavailable indefinitely." With Bobby so sick I couldn't afford to wait around for Hamilton to become available, and that was how I ended up sitting across from this repulsive little man.
Campbell chuckled. "Oh my dear Miss Chambers, haven't you heard? Dr. Hamilton's license was temporarily suspended two days ago, pending an investigation by the state review board. Something about stealing drugs. He no longer has privileges at the hospital. So for now sympathy is all he can offer you. Of course, you could wait out the investigation, but those typically take up to a year to complete. And your precious fiancé doesn't have a year, does he?"
I slumped in the chair. "No," I muttered. Only yesterday Bobby's doctor had given me the "barring a miracle, there's nothing we can do" speech. My head spun with revulsion and frustration. I hated the thought of Campbell's hands on me. But was that such a huge sacrifice to make, if it meant saving Bobby's life? I thought of Bobby's pale, too-thin face, still handsome even after two years of fighting the disease. Once he was cured, we could go ahead with our plans to get married. We would move far away from this city -- far away from Dr. Malcolm Yellow-Teeth Campbell -- and Bobby would never know how far I had been willing to go in order to save his life.
I sighed. "All right, Dr. Campbell," I said. "I'll accept your offer."
He flashed me the yellow teeth again. "Excellent. I knew we could come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. I will look forward to seeing you at eight o'clock this evening. Now if you'll excuse me, I have another appointment."
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I rang Dr. Campbell's doorbell at five minutes to eight. He must have been waiting right by the door, because he opened it immediately after I pushed the button. I was treated to the sight of Campbell, all dolled up for his big evening. He had combed his few strands of gray hair over his brown-spotted scalp and squeezed himself into a tuxedo that had probably been new around the time Jimmy Carter was president -- but he still hadn't brushed his teeth, dammit.
"Miss Chambers. You look lovely. Come in, come in." He smiled at me as he moved aside to let me in. I nodded, tried to smile, and crossed the threshold. He didn't give me quite enough room to pass, causing my body to brush his lightly. Somehow I managed to repress a shudder. He shut the door behind me and took my arm to steer me into his spacious living room. I wasn't fooled by his Gracious Host pose -- he was only looking for an excuse to touch me. I shook my head at his offer of a drink; although I craved one, I knew it would be best to keep a clear head.
"I see you dressed according to my instructions." He nodded his approval, his buggy eyes gleaming, scrutinizing my body.
"Yes." I wore my tightest, shortest black dress (which came to just above my knee) and highest (3-inch) heels.
"And, uh...my other instruction?"
"Yes. Thigh-high stockings, no bra and no panties."
Saying that made me feel dirty, especially when he licked his lips, chuckled and said, "Yummy." He gestured at the leather sofa, and I walked over to it, aware of him staring at my ass the whole time. I sat down and immediately my dress began to ride up, exposing even more of my legs. Instinctively I began to tug the hem back down, but a single curt "No" from Campbell made me stop. I looked up at him and felt my stomach churn as I saw him ogling my long legs.
"You look good enough to eat, Miss Chambers," he said with a leer. "I think I'll join you on the sofa."
I watched, paralyzed, as he came over and settled down next to me, his body just barely touching mine. He gave off a faint odor of sweat, and I could feel heat radiating from his thick body. A second later, when his hand landed on my thigh, I felt its damp warmth even through my clothes. My muscles tensed, and I had to fight off the impulse to shove him away. A deal's a deal.
"You really are quite lovely, you know," he said. "Your lover -- Bobby, is it?-- is one lucky man. I hope he knows that."
"I'm sure he does," I said.
He gave me a taut little smile. "He should. He has a woman who's willing to sleep with a repulsive little troll like me in order to get the drug that will save his life. Right?" His hand tightened on my thigh.
"I, uh --"
"Oh come on, Miss Chambers. Don't tell me you weren't thinking that. I may be ugly, but there is nothing wrong with my mind. So let's not be coy." His tone was different now, harsh and sneering. I began to feel a little uneasy.
A flush started in his cheeks. "I know your type," he said. "I learned all about girls like you in college. Laugh at me when I ask you for a date, but you sure know who to call when you're flunking trig, huh?" His voice rose, and his gaze was flat and hard. Spit flew from his lips as he spoke, and his hand was gripping my thigh very hard.
"Dr. Campbell, you're hurting me -- please, let go of my leg!" This sudden personality change scared me badly. I hadn't expected flowers and a candlelight dinner from the little prick, of course. But I had not been prepared for such an outpouring of bile, either.
He went on as though he hadn't heard me. "That's when I discovered the barter system. Give something to get something. And the more she wants my help, the more eager she is to put out." He uttered an ugly little laugh that sounded like a bark. "Yeah. Malcolm isn't quite so repulsive when he has something you need, right? Right?"
"Dr. Campbell -- I --"
"Shut up, bitch. Get up and take that dress off. Show me what I'm getting."
Numb, I stood up and reached behind me for the zipper. My hands were shaking so badly I wasn't able to grasp the tab at first. On the third try I managed to find it and slide it most of the way down, and then I let the dress fall to the floor, leaving me nude except for my black lace-top stockings and heels. Carefully I stepped out of the discarded dress and stood before him, trembling. The only thing that kept me from crying was the certainty that it would increase Campbell's enjoyment of the situation.
Campbell studied my body, licking his lips. "Nice. Very nice. Turn around. Slowly."
I slowly turned in a circle for him, showing him all my angles. I was more conscious of his hard stare than ever. My face burned. I wondered if this was how a slave at auction felt. When I completed the turn I saw that Campbell was rubbing the bulge in his slacks. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and he winked at me.
"You are one hot number," he said in a hoarse voice. "Now get down on your knees. I've got a special surprise just for you." He gave that little barking laugh again.
I slid to my knees in front of him and reached for his zipper. Even though my hands were still shaking, I managed to open his pants and release his stiff cock. It was only about five inches long, but it was very fat. My hand could hardly fit around it. I stared at it as if it were an alien thing. Did I really have to go through with this?
Too late to turn back now. Just pretend it's Bobby's cock. Good advice -- as long as I pretended that Bobby's cock had somehow lost three inches. Slowly I placed my lips around the head. The instant my lips touched him he groaned and thrust his hips at me. "Oh yeah, you little bitch. Don't act like you never sucked cock before."
I had no trouble getting all of him into my mouth. My head bobbed quickly up and down, my tongue fluttered on the underside, and my lips tightly wrapped around him. Campbell groaned and pumped his hips, matching my movements. Obscenities and endearments spilled from his mouth, but I only half-heard. All I wanted was to get him off. He wasn't a young man -- maybe I'd be lucky and he would only be able to go this one time.
Just as this thought entered my head he arched his back and gasped, "Stop! Stop!" I pulled him out of my mouth and looked up at him, puzzled.
He raked his fingers through his hair and stared at me, chest heaving. "You want my cum, don't you?" he panted.
"Yes, I do want your cum," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic.
His hand gripped his cock. "Sure you do. You figure you can get me off fast and then I'm done for the night. Isn't that right?" I was about to deny it but he snapped, "Don't lie to me! Well, you know what, bitch? You're gonna get my cum, all right." He started jerking his cock. "You're gonna get every drop of it. Teach you to laugh at me. Little bitch, you think you're better than me? Huh? You're the one on your knees on the floor, so who's better?" His voice rose to a shout and his hand was a blur as it rubbed and jerked his cock. I realized what he was about to do and braced myself.
"Yeah, that's right, here it comes, bitch, get ready -- ahhh!" The next thing I knew his cum was shooting onto my face. I had to move my head a little to avoid getting hit in the eyes. Campbell groaned and cursed at me as jet after jet of cum hit my face.
Finally he was finished and he flopped back on the couch, panting. I remained where I was, cum dripping down my face. And all of a sudden it just got to me. Bobby's illness, the desperate quest to get him the drug, the humiliating interview with this horrid man, and now this. It was all too much. I lowered my head and began to cry. My whole body shook as I sobbed. I had never felt so dirty and ashamed in my whole life.
As if from a great distance I heard his voice. "Miss Chambers? Miss Chambers? Are you all right?"
I glared up at him, not answering. He stared at the cum and tears on my face as if he had no idea what had happened. "Oh my god. I'm sorry...so sorry. I -- I got carried away. Here, let me help you." He pulled out a handkerchief and leaned down to wipe my face.
I grabbed the hankie from him. "I have it, thank you." I scrubbed my face a little harder than was necessary, but I hardly felt the chafing on my skin. I just wanted that stuff off me.
He stared at me, his bottom lip trembling. "I don't know what happened." He glanced down at his lap, saw that he was still exposed, and, grimacing, put his cock away and zipped his slacks.
I said nothing, just continued to wipe my face. He watched me, biting his lip. Incredibly he looked as if he might start to cry any second.
"Miss Chambers...I feel terrible," he said. "This wasn't what I'd planned. Honestly."
I crumpled the handkerchief in my fist. "Oh really? What did you have in mind, then? Raping me with a broomstick?"
Campbell looked sick. "No, no, no," he muttered. "God, no. I honestly wanted to take you to bed and make love to you. You remind me of a girl I once knew. Long ago."
I stared hard at him for what felt like a long time. His face reddened again and he dropped his gaze. "I'll get you the drugs," he muttered. He stood up and scurried out of the room. While he was gone I slowly rose, dropped the fouled handkerchief on the floor, and reached for my dress. By the time he returned with a briefcase a few minutes later, I was dressed again and had (more or less) regained my composure.
He set the case down on the sofa and opened it. "There's a year's supply of pills here, which is about twice what you need," he said. In a dry, professorial tone, he explained the length of treatment, dosage, drug interaction warnings, and possible side effects. I listened intently and silently. He finished by showing me a pamphlet and saying that everything he had just told me was covered in it. That done, he closed the briefcase and snapped the catches again.
I leaned down and grabbed the case. "Thanks."
He goggled at me. "You're leaving? Just like that?"
I shrugged. "It's like you said, Doc. Give something to get something."
"Yeah, but...I was hoping to get a little more." He looked wounded, insulted, as if he hadn't called me all kinds of names and sprayed his cum in my face just a few minutes ago.
The last thread of my temper snapped. I abruptly decided that I had had enough of his mood swings.
"You want a little more?" I said. "Okay. Here's something I wanted to give you in the office this morning." And with my free hand I belted him across the face. He grunted, then began to sputter. I smacked him again, rocking his head back and turning his face the shade of bright pink I had imagined. He staggered backwards and I followed him, slapping him as I went. The sound of my palm connecting with his face was very loud in the big room. He whimpered but made no move to defend himself. I continued to slap him until my hand was stinging pretty badly, and only then did I stop, panting. I realized that my nipples were stiff, and for the first time in a long time I felt a tingling between my legs.
He cowered in front of me, blubbering like a little boy. His response disgusted me, but perversely it heightened the tingling in my clit. "And this," I said, "is for calling me bitch." I kicked him in the groin as hard as I could, making him bellow and double over in pain.
I turned around, case in hand, and marched out of his house, slamming the door behind me. I got in my car and drove to the hospital, to Bobby. The entire time I kept one hand on the wheel and the other between my legs.
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EPILOGUE:
That was two years ago. Bobby's been in remission for just over a year, and we were married last October. He's never asked me how I came by the drugs that saved him, and I never volunteered the information. He does sometimes ask me how come I never wear that sexy black dress anymore. The last time he asked, I told him it had a stain on it that wouldn't go away.
[Edited by Ticklish Girl on 03-24-2001 at 12:07 AM]
RobRoy said:
"You heard me, Miss Chambers. Each of us has something the other wants. I have the drug, and you have that luscious body. You give me your body for one night, and I give you as much of the drug as you need to save your fiancé's life. That's my price. Take it or leave it." Dr. Campbell leaned back in his swivel chair and folded his hands on his ample tummy. His thick, rubbery lips were spread wide in a smug grin, revealing crooked, yellow teeth. I could barely stand to look at him. This was a doctor, for heaven's sake -- hadn't he ever heard of toothpaste?
His buggy eyes traveled leisurely over my body. I could sense him mentally fondling me. How my hand itched to slap him until his face was beet-red! Under any other circumstances I would not have hesitated to do so. But I had to stay focused on my goal: getting that drug for Bobby. I had tried everything, going through legal and not-so-legal channels, but none of my efforts had worked. Campbell was my last chance, and unfortunately he knew it.
"Miss Chambers?" His nasal voice startled me out of my thoughts. "I'm waiting. I have another appointment in ten minutes. If you haven't given me an answer by then, I'm going to assume you've declined my offer. But you should know that once you leave this office the offer expires. I will not grant you another meeting. You'll just have to get that drug some other way." The grin turned into a smirk.
"Maybe I will, at that," I said. "I could always try Dr. Hamilton again. He seemed quite sympathetic to my situation." I was trying to bluff, but neither of us was fooled. Dr. Hamilton had indeed been sympathetic, had even seemed willing to work out some kind of deal. (And why couldn't he have been the one to proposition me? At least the sight of him didn't make me ill!) But he had suddenly stopped taking my phone calls a few days ago. His answering service would only say that he had "a personal emergency" and would be "unavailable indefinitely." With Bobby so sick I couldn't afford to wait around for Hamilton to become available, and that was how I ended up sitting across from this repulsive little man.
Campbell chuckled. "Oh my dear Miss Chambers, haven't you heard? Dr. Hamilton's license was temporarily suspended two days ago, pending an investigation by the state review board. Something about stealing drugs. He no longer has privileges at the hospital. So for now sympathy is all he can offer you. Of course, you could wait out the investigation, but those typically take up to a year to complete. And your precious fiancé doesn't have a year, does he?"
I slumped in the chair. "No," I muttered. Only yesterday Bobby's doctor had given me the "barring a miracle, there's nothing we can do" speech. My head spun with revulsion and frustration. I hated the thought of Campbell's hands on me. But was that such a huge sacrifice to make, if it meant saving Bobby's life? I thought of Bobby's pale, too-thin face, still handsome even after two years of fighting the disease. Once he was cured, we could go ahead with our plans to get married. We would move far away from this city -- far away from Dr. Malcolm Yellow-Teeth Campbell -- and Bobby would never know how far I had been willing to go in order to save his life.
I sighed. "All right, Dr. Campbell," I said. "I'll accept your offer."
He flashed me the yellow teeth again. "Excellent. I knew we could come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. I will look forward to seeing you at eight o'clock this evening. Now if you'll excuse me, I have another appointment."
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I rang Dr. Campbell's doorbell at five minutes to eight. He must have been waiting right by the door, because he opened it immediately after I pushed the button. I was treated to the sight of Campbell, all dolled up for his big evening. He had combed his few strands of gray hair over his brown-spotted scalp and squeezed himself into a tuxedo that had probably been new around the time Jimmy Carter was president -- but he still hadn't brushed his teeth, dammit.
"Miss Chambers. You look lovely. Come in, come in." He smiled at me as he moved aside to let me in. I nodded, tried to smile, and crossed the threshold. He didn't give me quite enough room to pass, causing my body to brush his lightly. Somehow I managed to repress a shudder. He shut the door behind me and took my arm to steer me into his spacious living room. I wasn't fooled by his Gracious Host pose -- he was only looking for an excuse to touch me. I shook my head at his offer of a drink; although I craved one, I knew it would be best to keep a clear head.
"I see you dressed according to my instructions." He nodded his approval, his buggy eyes gleaming, scrutinizing my body.
"Yes." I wore my tightest, shortest black dress (which came to just above my knee) and highest (3-inch) heels.
"And, uh...my other instruction?"
"Yes. Thigh-high stockings, no bra and no panties."
Saying that made me feel dirty, especially when he licked his lips, chuckled and said, "Yummy." He gestured at the leather sofa, and I walked over to it, aware of him staring at my ass the whole time. I sat down and immediately my dress began to ride up, exposing even more of my legs. Instinctively I began to tug the hem back down, but a single curt "No" from Campbell made me stop. I looked up at him and felt my stomach churn as I saw him ogling my long legs.
"You look good enough to eat, Miss Chambers," he said with a leer. "I think I'll join you on the sofa."
I watched, paralyzed, as he came over and settled down next to me, his body just barely touching mine. He gave off a faint odor of sweat, and I could feel heat radiating from his thick body. A second later, when his hand landed on my thigh, I felt its damp warmth even through my clothes. My muscles tensed, and I had to fight off the impulse to shove him away. A deal's a deal.
"You really are quite lovely, you know," he said. "Your lover -- Bobby, is it?-- is one lucky man. I hope he knows that."
"I'm sure he does," I said.
He gave me a taut little smile. "He should. He has a woman who's willing to sleep with a repulsive little troll like me in order to get the drug that will save his life. Right?" His hand tightened on my thigh.
"I, uh --"
"Oh come on, Miss Chambers. Don't tell me you weren't thinking that. I may be ugly, but there is nothing wrong with my mind. So let's not be coy." His tone was different now, harsh and sneering. I began to feel a little uneasy.
A flush started in his cheeks. "I know your type," he said. "I learned all about girls like you in college. Laugh at me when I ask you for a date, but you sure know who to call when you're flunking trig, huh?" His voice rose, and his gaze was flat and hard. Spit flew from his lips as he spoke, and his hand was gripping my thigh very hard.
"Dr. Campbell, you're hurting me -- please, let go of my leg!" This sudden personality change scared me badly. I hadn't expected flowers and a candlelight dinner from the little prick, of course. But I had not been prepared for such an outpouring of bile, either.
He went on as though he hadn't heard me. "That's when I discovered the barter system. Give something to get something. And the more she wants my help, the more eager she is to put out." He uttered an ugly little laugh that sounded like a bark. "Yeah. Malcolm isn't quite so repulsive when he has something you need, right? Right?"
"Dr. Campbell -- I --"
"Shut up, bitch. Get up and take that dress off. Show me what I'm getting."
Numb, I stood up and reached behind me for the zipper. My hands were shaking so badly I wasn't able to grasp the tab at first. On the third try I managed to find it and slide it most of the way down, and then I let the dress fall to the floor, leaving me nude except for my black lace-top stockings and heels. Carefully I stepped out of the discarded dress and stood before him, trembling. The only thing that kept me from crying was the certainty that it would increase Campbell's enjoyment of the situation.
Campbell studied my body, licking his lips. "Nice. Very nice. Turn around. Slowly."
I slowly turned in a circle for him, showing him all my angles. I was more conscious of his hard stare than ever. My face burned. I wondered if this was how a slave at auction felt. When I completed the turn I saw that Campbell was rubbing the bulge in his slacks. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and he winked at me.
"You are one hot number," he said in a hoarse voice. "Now get down on your knees. I've got a special surprise just for you." He gave that little barking laugh again.
I slid to my knees in front of him and reached for his zipper. Even though my hands were still shaking, I managed to open his pants and release his stiff cock. It was only about five inches long, but it was very fat. My hand could hardly fit around it. I stared at it as if it were an alien thing. Did I really have to go through with this?
Too late to turn back now. Just pretend it's Bobby's cock. Good advice -- as long as I pretended that Bobby's cock had somehow lost three inches. Slowly I placed my lips around the head. The instant my lips touched him he groaned and thrust his hips at me. "Oh yeah, you little bitch. Don't act like you never sucked cock before."
I had no trouble getting all of him into my mouth. My head bobbed quickly up and down, my tongue fluttered on the underside, and my lips tightly wrapped around him. Campbell groaned and pumped his hips, matching my movements. Obscenities and endearments spilled from his mouth, but I only half-heard. All I wanted was to get him off. He wasn't a young man -- maybe I'd be lucky and he would only be able to go this one time.
Just as this thought entered my head he arched his back and gasped, "Stop! Stop!" I pulled him out of my mouth and looked up at him, puzzled.
He raked his fingers through his hair and stared at me, chest heaving. "You want my cum, don't you?" he panted.
"Yes, I do want your cum," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic.
His hand gripped his cock. "Sure you do. You figure you can get me off fast and then I'm done for the night. Isn't that right?" I was about to deny it but he snapped, "Don't lie to me! Well, you know what, bitch? You're gonna get my cum, all right." He started jerking his cock. "You're gonna get every drop of it. Teach you to laugh at me. Little bitch, you think you're better than me? Huh? You're the one on your knees on the floor, so who's better?" His voice rose to a shout and his hand was a blur as it rubbed and jerked his cock. I realized what he was about to do and braced myself.
"Yeah, that's right, here it comes, bitch, get ready -- ahhh!" The next thing I knew his cum was shooting onto my face. I had to move my head a little to avoid getting hit in the eyes. Campbell groaned and cursed at me as jet after jet of cum hit my face.
Finally he was finished and he flopped back on the couch, panting. I remained where I was, cum dripping down my face. And all of a sudden it just got to me. Bobby's illness, the desperate quest to get him the drug, the humiliating interview with this horrid man, and now this. It was all too much. I lowered my head and began to cry. My whole body shook as I sobbed. I had never felt so dirty and ashamed in my whole life.
As if from a great distance I heard his voice. "Miss Chambers? Miss Chambers? Are you all right?"
I glared up at him, not answering. He stared at the cum and tears on my face as if he had no idea what had happened. "Oh my god. I'm sorry...so sorry. I -- I got carried away. Here, let me help you." He pulled out a handkerchief and leaned down to wipe my face.
I grabbed the hankie from him. "I have it, thank you." I scrubbed my face a little harder than was necessary, but I hardly felt the chafing on my skin. I just wanted that stuff off me.
He stared at me, his bottom lip trembling. "I don't know what happened." He glanced down at his lap, saw that he was still exposed, and, grimacing, put his cock away and zipped his slacks.
I said nothing, just continued to wipe my face. He watched me, biting his lip. Incredibly he looked as if he might start to cry any second.
"Miss Chambers...I feel terrible," he said. "This wasn't what I'd planned. Honestly."
I crumpled the handkerchief in my fist. "Oh really? What did you have in mind, then? Raping me with a broomstick?"
Campbell looked sick. "No, no, no," he muttered. "God, no. I honestly wanted to take you to bed and make love to you. You remind me of a girl I once knew. Long ago."
I stared hard at him for what felt like a long time. His face reddened again and he dropped his gaze. "I'll get you the drugs," he muttered. He stood up and scurried out of the room. While he was gone I slowly rose, dropped the fouled handkerchief on the floor, and reached for my dress. By the time he returned with a briefcase a few minutes later, I was dressed again and had (more or less) regained my composure.
He set the case down on the sofa and opened it. "There's a year's supply of pills here, which is about twice what you need," he said. In a dry, professorial tone, he explained the length of treatment, dosage, drug interaction warnings, and possible side effects. I listened intently and silently. He finished by showing me a pamphlet and saying that everything he had just told me was covered in it. That done, he closed the briefcase and snapped the catches again.
I leaned down and grabbed the case. "Thanks."
He goggled at me. "You're leaving? Just like that?"
I shrugged. "It's like you said, Doc. Give something to get something."
"Yeah, but...I was hoping to get a little more." He looked wounded, insulted, as if he hadn't called me all kinds of names and sprayed his cum in my face just a few minutes ago.
The last thread of my temper snapped. I abruptly decided that I had had enough of his mood swings.
"You want a little more?" I said. "Okay. Here's something I wanted to give you in the office this morning." And with my free hand I belted him across the face. He grunted, then began to sputter. I smacked him again, rocking his head back and turning his face the shade of bright pink I had imagined. He staggered backwards and I followed him, slapping him as I went. The sound of my palm connecting with his face was very loud in the big room. He whimpered but made no move to defend himself. I continued to slap him until my hand was stinging pretty badly, and only then did I stop, panting. I realized that my nipples were stiff, and for the first time in a long time I felt a tingling between my legs.
He cowered in front of me, blubbering like a little boy. His response disgusted me, but perversely it heightened the tingling in my clit. "And this," I said, "is for calling me bitch." I kicked him in the groin as hard as I could, making him bellow and double over in pain.
I turned around, case in hand, and marched out of his house, slamming the door behind me. I got in my car and drove to the hospital, to Bobby. The entire time I kept one hand on the wheel and the other between my legs.
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EPILOGUE:
That was two years ago. Bobby's been in remission for just over a year, and we were married last October. He's never asked me how I came by the drugs that saved him, and I never volunteered the information. He does sometimes ask me how come I never wear that sexy black dress anymore. The last time he asked, I told him it had a stain on it that wouldn't go away.
[Edited by Ticklish Girl on 03-24-2001 at 12:07 AM]
KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
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Round 2
WOW!!! I love you guys! You're talented in the extreme, that's for sure! I'm going to play the Moderator again this round, because I didn't post anyone and I don't want to shortchange you guys. Also, because real life is rearing it's nasty head this week for me. Hope that's not a problem.
Active Players
Ticklish Girl
Pagan
Angie Girl
Closet Desire
Closet Desirable
lostinn
Rob Roy
KillerMuffin
New Players
Bad Form
Dare List
Angie dares lostinn
lostinn dares Closet Desire (luscious guy btw)
Closet Desire dares Ticklish Girl
Ticklish dares Rob Roy
Rob Roy dares Pagan
Pagan dares Closet Desireable (gorgeous female btw)
Closet Desireable dares Angie
New Players Dare
You are returning to your dorm late one night. You were in the computer lab, surfing porn pages (you figured out how to disable the "net nanny") and reading porn stories. You're hot, you're horny, you're alone. You hear a long moan coming from the direction of the water fountain, followed by a giggle. A man and a woman are skinny dipping in the fountain, you discover, and they are beginning to get very intimate. I dare you to find a way to join in their fun!
Time
Dare List posted 03/24/01
Dares to be posted 03/26/01
Dares to be completed by 04/06/01
All days end at midnigh, Pacific Standard Time.
Let Round 2 of the Society of the Dare Convene!
WOW!!! I love you guys! You're talented in the extreme, that's for sure! I'm going to play the Moderator again this round, because I didn't post anyone and I don't want to shortchange you guys. Also, because real life is rearing it's nasty head this week for me. Hope that's not a problem.
Active Players
Ticklish Girl
Pagan
Angie Girl
Closet Desire
Closet Desirable
lostinn
Rob Roy
KillerMuffin
New Players
Bad Form
Dare List
Angie dares lostinn
lostinn dares Closet Desire (luscious guy btw)
Closet Desire dares Ticklish Girl
Ticklish dares Rob Roy
Rob Roy dares Pagan
Pagan dares Closet Desireable (gorgeous female btw)
Closet Desireable dares Angie
New Players Dare
You are returning to your dorm late one night. You were in the computer lab, surfing porn pages (you figured out how to disable the "net nanny") and reading porn stories. You're hot, you're horny, you're alone. You hear a long moan coming from the direction of the water fountain, followed by a giggle. A man and a woman are skinny dipping in the fountain, you discover, and they are beginning to get very intimate. I dare you to find a way to join in their fun!
Time
Dare List posted 03/24/01
Dares to be posted 03/26/01
Dares to be completed by 04/06/01
All days end at midnigh, Pacific Standard Time.
Let Round 2 of the Society of the Dare Convene!
BadForm
Bad attitude in any Form
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Tanya: Confuzled about the Dare
Er, killer... am just a little confuzzled by your new players dare to me - as I noted Tanya is a soccer player and rich girl - so between socialite and heavy training/playing doesn't leave room for the student idea. I can covert it to returning to locker room after solitary practice if you want? Sorry to be awkward.
Er, killer... am just a little confuzzled by your new players dare to me - as I noted Tanya is a soccer player and rich girl - so between socialite and heavy training/playing doesn't leave room for the student idea. I can covert it to returning to locker room after solitary practice if you want? Sorry to be awkward.
Dare for Pagan
Following a night out with some friends you are returning home, somewhat the worse for wear, when you are attacked by a gang of thugs. You are save by the appearance of a being claiming to be Lugh, the God of Light. He tells you an incredible story about your being the last descendant of Dagda, leader of the ancient Celts. He informs you that you must find the goddess Morrigan and have sex with her before the end of the next day (October 31st) or else the Celtic world will fall into disarray at the hands of Tanist, Lord of Mis-rule. Morrigan is a shapeshifter, but Lugh tells you that she is currently in the form a red-haired maiden and is somewhere close by, trying to make contact with you. Tanist’s minions will stop at nothing to prevent this.
Awakening the next morning you find yourself dressed as a Celtic chieftain, and at the side of your bed lay a war club and a harp. You have until midnight tonight (Halloween) to save your people.
You recall from your knowledge of Celtic mythology:
The Dagda is the leader of the race of Danu, the primal ancestors of the Celts. To pronounce his own name is not difficult and makes sense, as it sounds very much like "Da-da"--(doy-da). He is best known for protection, healing, music, His cauldron of abundance, His harp, and a huge war club that, depending on which end you struck with, could bring back the dead or take away life. He is known as the "Good God" and the "All-Father." One calls on Him when they need protection, information, advice--and healing.
The Morrígan is known also the "Phantom Queen." She is an Irish goddess of battle, sex, revenge/justice, and magick. Every Samhain (approx. Oct 31-Nov 6), the beginning of the Celtic year, She mates with the Dagda to ensure the prosperity and fertility of the Celtic people. Her animals are the crow/raven and the wolf. She has been known to shapeshift into these forms. One calls on Her when they need the courage to stand up and fight for what they believe in, or to cut away unnecessary attachments in their life.
In the three days preceding Samhain, the God of Light Lugh, dies at the hand of his Tanist, who is himself the Lord of Mis-rule. Lugh then passes through the veil between the worlds on Samhain.
(I can’t recall the source of this information so apologies to the author for not giving credit)
Following a night out with some friends you are returning home, somewhat the worse for wear, when you are attacked by a gang of thugs. You are save by the appearance of a being claiming to be Lugh, the God of Light. He tells you an incredible story about your being the last descendant of Dagda, leader of the ancient Celts. He informs you that you must find the goddess Morrigan and have sex with her before the end of the next day (October 31st) or else the Celtic world will fall into disarray at the hands of Tanist, Lord of Mis-rule. Morrigan is a shapeshifter, but Lugh tells you that she is currently in the form a red-haired maiden and is somewhere close by, trying to make contact with you. Tanist’s minions will stop at nothing to prevent this.
Awakening the next morning you find yourself dressed as a Celtic chieftain, and at the side of your bed lay a war club and a harp. You have until midnight tonight (Halloween) to save your people.
You recall from your knowledge of Celtic mythology:
The Dagda is the leader of the race of Danu, the primal ancestors of the Celts. To pronounce his own name is not difficult and makes sense, as it sounds very much like "Da-da"--(doy-da).
He is best known for protection, healing, music, His cauldron of abundance, His harp, and a huge war club that, depending on which end you struck with, could bring back the dead or take away life. He is known as the "Good God" and the "All-Father." One calls on Him when they need protection, information, advice--and healing. The Morrígan is known also the "Phantom Queen." She is an Irish goddess of battle, sex, revenge/justice, and magick. Every Samhain (approx. Oct 31-Nov 6), the beginning of the Celtic year, She mates with the Dagda to ensure the prosperity and fertility of the Celtic people. Her animals are the crow/raven and the wolf. She has been known to shapeshift into these forms. One calls on Her when they need the courage to stand up and fight for what they believe in, or to cut away unnecessary attachments in their life.
In the three days preceding Samhain, the God of Light Lugh, dies at the hand of his Tanist, who is himself the Lord of Mis-rule. Lugh then passes through the veil between the worlds on Samhain.
(I can’t recall the source of this information so apologies to the author for not giving credit)
KillerMuffin
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Sure, Bad Form. The dare is a general one applicable to any who choose to join this round. Since this a school based idea, I went with that. It doesn't matter where you're coming from. The end result is the same.
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Ticklish dares Rob Roy
Okay, Rob Roy. Here's your dare.
Your university is having its annual Distinguished Alumni Awards Reception, where several prominent alumni are being honored. It's a fancy affair, with an open bar and buffet, held in the grand ballroom of a ritzy hotel. You'd rather not be there, because these events are usually deadly dull. However, you have to be there, because you're presenting one of the awards. That's at least an hour and a half away. You're circulating, drink in hand, talking to friends and colleagues, when an attractive young woman comes up to you and engages you in a conversation. Turns out she is a recent graduate, and a former student of yours. You find that you're captivated by her, and this feeling intensifies when she reveals that she had a huge crush on you when she was in your class. She flirts with you, teases you, drops all kinds of hints. The final hint is a doozy: She tells you that she happens to be staying in this very hotel.
Your dare: Sneak away with this woman, make love with her, and be back in time to present your award.
Okay, Rob Roy. Here's your dare.
Your university is having its annual Distinguished Alumni Awards Reception, where several prominent alumni are being honored. It's a fancy affair, with an open bar and buffet, held in the grand ballroom of a ritzy hotel. You'd rather not be there, because these events are usually deadly dull. However, you have to be there, because you're presenting one of the awards. That's at least an hour and a half away. You're circulating, drink in hand, talking to friends and colleagues, when an attractive young woman comes up to you and engages you in a conversation. Turns out she is a recent graduate, and a former student of yours. You find that you're captivated by her, and this feeling intensifies when she reveals that she had a huge crush on you when she was in your class. She flirts with you, teases you, drops all kinds of hints. The final hint is a doozy: She tells you that she happens to be staying in this very hotel.
Your dare: Sneak away with this woman, make love with her, and be back in time to present your award.
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Angie Dares Lostinn
Well I might be a little late but here is my dare to Lostinn.
The all time most incredible thing has just happened to you. You accepted that tab of acid from your bohemenian business partner in London and you went spinning off the planet for several hours. Now it's Saturday and you find yourself on the Concorde (cross your fingers) headed home to New York. Reading the letters and papers in your briefcase. Two strike you to the pit of your stomach.
'Steven, I know I told you I could never forgive you this time, but I am willing to try. If you can convince me Saturday night at the reception I will stay with you. But this is the last chance.' Your Loving but Beleagured Wife.
And another.
'S, I know you said you couldn't leave her, but with the right words I know you can tell her and come to me Saturday at the reception. This is our last chance S, please don't fail us.' Your Lover C.
Tough huh? But nothing compared to the fact that after that bad trip you just had? You have no clue who your Wife is, no idea who 'C' is and can't even remember who the hell Steven is! Total wipe out babes. And you got one evening to make your whole forgotten life right again.
Good luck Stevo. And next time? try to just say no? to something?
Well I might be a little late but here is my dare to Lostinn.
The all time most incredible thing has just happened to you. You accepted that tab of acid from your bohemenian business partner in London and you went spinning off the planet for several hours. Now it's Saturday and you find yourself on the Concorde (cross your fingers) headed home to New York. Reading the letters and papers in your briefcase. Two strike you to the pit of your stomach.
'Steven, I know I told you I could never forgive you this time, but I am willing to try. If you can convince me Saturday night at the reception I will stay with you. But this is the last chance.' Your Loving but Beleagured Wife.
And another.
'S, I know you said you couldn't leave her, but with the right words I know you can tell her and come to me Saturday at the reception. This is our last chance S, please don't fail us.' Your Lover C.
Tough huh? But nothing compared to the fact that after that bad trip you just had? You have no clue who your Wife is, no idea who 'C' is and can't even remember who the hell Steven is! Total wipe out babes. And you got one evening to make your whole forgotten life right again.
Good luck Stevo. And next time? try to just say no? to something?
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I haven't been dared yet.
KM, should I go ahead and do the newbies' dare?
KM, should I go ahead and do the newbies' dare?
KillerMuffin
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I think everyone kinda missed it
Go with the newbie's dare if you're in this round and haven't been dared.
Go with the newbie's dare if you're in this round and haven't been dared.
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