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K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
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Archive name: (Ben-Wa.txt
Authors name: F.Y.
Story Title: "THE BEN-WA GIRL"
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This story contains sexual situations. If sex bothers you or you are
under 18 years old, please read no further.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ another selection from Kristen's collection ~~~~~~~~~~~
As a salesman for a large corporation, I travel constantly.
For me, flying is no more exciting than taking a bus-with the excep-
tion of one recent, unusual flight.
I was late for the red-eye from Philly to San Francisco, and
was dismayed to see a long line of people waiting to go through the
metal detector. I stamped my feet and sighed dramatically along with
the others until I saw the cause of the logjam: A vision of Far
Eastern loveliness in a skirt shorter than Heather Locklear's on
'Melrose Place' had emptied her bag and all her pockets, and still
kept setting off the detector. The poor thing was turning a lovely
pink from embarrassment and frustration. My heart and rapidly expand-
ing cock went out to the girl. Finally, she slapped her forehead, as
if the answer had just dawned on her. As everyone stared in astonish-
ment, she stuck a hand under her skirt and squatted as if she were
about to take a dump right there on the floor. Elegantly plopping two
little steel balls on the conveyor belt, she swished through the de-
tector and out of my life.
She's probably going to L.A., I thought as I forlornly boarded
my plane. I couldn't get the picture of her flushed face and pushpin
nipples, erect with excitement, out of my head. Luckily, my tray hid
the bulge in my pants when the stewardess served me my drink. As soon
as she was gone, I headed for the bathroom to quickly whack off,
covering my crotch with an issue of 'Elle' which would serve me once I
was in the restroom as well.
The slot on the first door read 'Unoccupied'. I pushed it open
and there stood the 'Ben-wa ball girl', completely naked, bent over to
examine her shaved pussy for ingrown hairs. Before I could stammer out
an apology, she yanked me into the tiny room, shut the door and slid
the Occupied sign in place.
"Thank God!" she declared. "I've been waiting 20 minutes for
someone to use this toilet."
She clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to speak.
"We have to be very quiet," she whispered, unzipping my fly
with her free hand. She sat on the bowl, pulling my pants down with
her. Out sprang my stiff cock, which she immediately devoured whole.
Snorting furiously, she slammed her head down on my rod again and
again, as if she were trying to bust a hole right through the roof of
her mouth. Her hands flew everywhere, massaging my hips and thighs and
kneading my swollen ball sac and strained butt cheeks.
So this is the Mile High Club, I thought. Why didn't I join
sooner? I gritted my teeth to keep from groaning with pleasure as the
girl sucked relentlessly on my prick.
The plane hit an air pocket, and I fell forward, moaning loud-
ly when my prick hit the back of her throat. As the girl sat choking,
tears welling up in her eyes, the steward knocked on the door and
asked if I was all right.
"Tell him you're airsick," coughed the girl, seeing my panic-
stricken expression.
I moaned emphatically. "I, uh, have diarrhea."
"Sorry about that, sir."
"Diarrhea!" snickered the girl after he left. "I'd better plug
it up." She hooked a saliva-slicked finger in my asshole and speared
her head on my tool once again.
That did it. My balls gave a portentous rumble. But no way was
I going to come without sampling that bare pussy. I snatched my cock
from the girl's ravenous jaws before it could blast off. Unfazed, the
girl skillfully hopped onto the sink and, wrapping her limber legs
around my neck, pulled my mouth down to her twat. I rubbed my cheek
along her clean-shaven pussy mound, marveling at its baby softness,
but she drew me in closer, mashing her slit against my mouth. Slipping
my tongue in, I fucked her yawning hole until her juices plastered my
face.
I was lost in the heady perfume of her velvet cunt when I
heard a loud banging on the door.
"Hey, what did you do, fall in?" An impatient passenger was
spoiling the party.
Thinking quickly, I made diarrhea farting noises with my
mouth. The knocking stopped.
"Fuck me now, before we're interrupted again," demanded the
girl, releasing me from her legs and pushing me back onto the toilet.
She gracefully alighted from her perch and eased her lithe body onto
my throbbing prick, facing me. Her narrow little cunt fit my dick like
a glove. As she slid up and down, she drew in her muff muscles,
squeezing my rod even tighter, until I thought the head would burst
open, flooding her insides with bubbling crude.
Gradually the girl picked up speed, frantically hopping up and
down and humping her clit against the base of my cock. Finally, she
rose on my pole, keeping only the head in, planted her feet firmly on
the floor and dropped her body down with a bang, until my dick felt
like it was clogging her windpipe. Her head snapped back, and she
writhed on my pulsing prick like a stuck pig, humming steadily through
her tightly closed lips.
This baby-doll deserved a treat-one I reserve for only my most
special girlfriends, because it requires a lot of strength. I was near
the end, but I pride myself on my endurance. Digging my fingers into
her smooth ass cheeks, I stood up quickly, carrying the girl with me.
"Hey, what are you doing?" she exclaimed, squirming on my
cock. "You've got to be careful-"
Her head bashed into the low ceiling, and she was knocked out.
The weight of her unconscious body falling knocked me into the door,
forcing it open, and we toppled into the aisle, where a frightened
stewardess dropped a Salisbury steak dinner on my head.
I'm writing this from my cell, holding one ice pack on my
skull and another on my sore dick, but I don't regret a single second.
In fact, now I have a better use for all those frequent flyer miles.
F.Y. Pottstown, Pennsylvania
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