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Story title : Alan - Part 4
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Alan - 4 (M/F+, mc, piercing, shaved)
by Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)
***
Megan Purrs, Kate Begs
***
Between 3:30 and 5:30 the staff had worked hard, only
bothering him occasionally with questions or problems.
He was even able to get almost all of his homework done.
Alan stepped out of the office and called home telling
his mom where he was. He really wasn't on such a short
leash, but his mom was in a fragile state, and he was
sure she would appreciate the courtesy.
"By the way," Alan added, lying through his teeth, "Mikey
Green asked if I wanted to come over tonight to play
poker. If you don't need me around I'm going to go."
Alan's mom told him not to be silly, almost insisting
that he go be with his friends. As he was returning to
the office Alan felt a little bad about lying to his mom.
* * *
Just as he finished his calculus problem sets Pauline Van
Devanter came up to him, and pulled up a chair close.
"So, Alan, how's it going? I hope my sister didn't wreck
your day."
"No, in fact, just the opposite," he replied cryptically.
Pauline moved onto other subjects, mostly concerning
reporting assignments for next week's athletic schedule.
Alan looked her over. Pauline had the build of an
athlete. Trim and petite, she resembled a figure skater
or an Olympic gymnast. Alan never knew her to play
organized sports, but her older brother Cal was a great
athlete, starting tight end on the football team at
Truman, and now filing the same role at Dartmouth,
indeed, one of the few sophomores to be a starter.
Pauline had always idolized Calvin, and she was in many
ways much closer to her older brother than she was to her
older sister, even though she and Kate were nearer in
age. She became interested in sports because Cal was
interested in sports, and her life's goal was to be a
sports journalist. She hoped to be the next Hannah Storm,
and was thrilled when Alan had almost single-handedly
installed her as sports page editor. They had been
friends since junior high, though Kate had always been
trying to get between them.
One of the sports writers called out for her and she went
over to him, then made a few changes to his copy, printed
his article out and brought it over to Alan. After giving
it a cursory glance-he trusted Pauline-she told the
writer to transmit it over the network to the layout
editor's workstation for insertion.
A few other editors came by as well, doing the same dance
that Pauline had just performed, i.e. bringing copy for
Alan's approval, and then sending it electronically to
layout, but none chatted him up as Pauline had. By 5:30
almost everyone was gone. Mr. Bar Levi returned around
then and scanned the printouts for content. Finding
nothing too controversial, he left Alan and two editors
to finish up.
Right after he left, Alan turned to the two, Missy
Peters, the managing editor (second-in-command), and
Amanda Wallace, the layout editor, and asked them if they
could handle the rest of the work without him. He really
needed to get home, he explained. They understood, Alan
having just lost his grandfather and all, and wished him
a good weekend.
He trusted them, especially Missy, a junior, who was
slated to succeed him when he graduated. They weren't
really friends, but he respected her journalistic
judgment and acumen. Amanda, though only a sophomore, was
the best layout person he had ever worked with, a maestro
with the graphics programs, so he was confident the next
edition of the paper would come out fine.
* * *
Alan pulled up to his house about an hour before his mom
put dinner on the table, and he kept her company as she
cooked. She was still a bit subdued, and at dinner Alan's
dad attempted to compensate, trying his best to liven up
the mood. After dinner Alan rushed to his room to shower
and change his clothes for his meet with Megan. He really
didn't think of it as a date because they really couldn't
go out in public together.
He thought about the reaction people would have if they
were seen together at the movie theater, or at Starbucks,
holding hands, or being affectionate. His friends, he
imagined would stare at the two of them goggle-eyed; and
her friends and co-workers would probably be horrified,
bringing down upon them all sorts of horrors.
As he was getting ready he knew he had to be careful. If
he dressed too sharply for poker night at Mikey's his
parents would become suspicious, but he didn't want to
show up at Megan's like a slob. He put on tan pants and a
nice shirt, a knit pullover polo-style one, not wanting
to lose anymore buttons. The thought made him smile.
It was fairly warm for an early spring evening such as
this, and he shed his jacket as he walked to her door,
folding it over his arm. He had called ahead while
driving over, and she reminded him the door would be
unlocked, and he should let himself in discretely.
Alan noticed movement in the window of the townhouse next
to Megan's; the curtains parted and quickly came back
together. As he entered he saw her sitting in the living
room, in the overstuffed chair so she could watch the
door while waiting for him. Seeing him enter she crossed
the foyer, putting her left arm around his waist, and
with her right she turned the deadbolt. Alan bent over
and kissed her neck, and she purred.
They retreated to the living room, walking hand-in-hand,
and sat beside each other on the couch, her body draped
on his. Megan asked about his day, and Alan related the
difficulties at the paper. Since she knew most of the
people involved she often interrupted him, offering
unvarnished opinions about the players.
"Megan, just when I came in, the person in the house next
door, the one on the left, was watching me. Do you think
we should be worried?" Megan had an embarrassed look on
her face and said nothing. Alan could feel the buzzing in
his head again, and was slightly startled realized that
he could hear her thoughts.
"Damn," she thought, "I never should have told her about
Alan. She'll never tell, I hope, but I don't want to
freak out Alan." Alan was flabbergasted about Megan's
loose talk. He hadn't breathed a word to anyone about
Megan, and with her position he figure she would be just
as tactful. "I, uh, I don't think we should worry Alan.
That's just my neighbor Leila, and she wouldn't say
anything. We're friends." Alan probed her thoughts,
finding out all he could about this Leila, and what about
him Megan had told her. Convinced that Megan trusted
Leila, Alan relaxed a bit, not that he was so tense to
begin with.
The doorbell rang, and Megan, full of trepidation looked
through the peephole. "It's Leila," she whispered to
Alan. "Let her in," he replied, surprising her. "You
sure?" she asked back, and Alan nodded.
* * *
Up on "The Hill" Kate Van Devanter was awakening. ("The
Hill" was the nickname for the section of town where the
rich lived.) She realized that Pauline had come into her
room and was sitting at the edge of her bed, and that's
what caused her to wake.
"So," Pauline said softly, "Are you feeling better?" Kate
stretched out and nodded. "What happened this morning.
You seemed OK, but mom picked you up during second
period." Pauline had a genuine look of concern on her
face. She might have thought Kate could be a little bit
of a bitch sometimes, especially to Alan Marshall, but
they were still sisters, and Pauline cared about her.
"What did happen to me this morning?" Kate thought to
herself. For some reason she had followed Alan to the
newspaper office, spitting insults all along the way, and
then she had practically torn of his clothes, sucked his
penis into her mouth, mounted him, and then let him fuck
her in her virgin ass. And despite the horror of it all
she had had the most intense orgasms of her life, even
when he took her ass.
Even now, almost half a day later she couldn't make heads
or tails of how it had happened. The only thing she
really did know was that her body, her pleasure, now
belonged to that jerk Alan Marshall. She was his slut,
and he could do with her as he pleased. She would crawl
across broken glass to feel that pleasure again. She
would submit to his every whim just for the small chance
to come like again.
She answered her sister in an exceedingly soft voice;
Pauline strained to hear her. "All of a sudden I felt
faint. I almost passed out. Uh, I was cramping and went
to the nurse, and she put me in a cot and called mom. She
brought me home, and I've been sleeping since this
morning." Pauline bent over and gave her a kiss on the
forehead before leaving the room. A few minutes later her
dad came in, and also asked what had happened, receiving
the same story.
Feeling well enough to go downstairs for dinner, Kate
pulled on a pair of old sweatpants and a pajama top. The
dinner table conversation was dominated by Pauline's
stories of the day at the newspaper. Mom and Dad were
very proud of all Pauline had accomplished, both on the
paper and her good grades, and asked many questions about
her work on the paper. Alan's name came up a few times,
and then only in passing, but Kate pricked up her ears at
each mention.
Pauline was going out with friends after dinner, to see a
movie. Once she left, Kate snuck into her room, found her
address book in the top drawer of her desk, and scribbled
Alan's phone numbers on a piece of scrap paper. Letting
herself out she quickly made her way back to bed. It
wasn't until she closed her bedroom door behind her that
she realized she had ran the whole way to her room with
the scrap of paper clutched to her breast.
Her dad knocked a few minutes later to invite her
downstairs to watch a video. Kate intimated that they
wanted to keep an eye on her, worried that she might
faint. She agreed, and joined her parents in the den. Her
dad started the movie, a tape he had rented knowing Kate
hadn't seen yet, and for the first time since waking up
she allowed thoughts Alan to float out of her mind.
* * *
Leila examined Alan like he was a stuffed animal on
display at the Museum of Natural History. He was in good
shape, had a nice looking face, handsome even. His dark
hair was cut fairly short, and when he smiled over at
Megan she could see that he had nice teeth. Megan seemed
very uncomfortable with the situation, but Alan couldn't
have seemed more relaxed. "So," Leila began, "You're
Alan. Do you have sex with all your teacher, or just my
friend Megan?" Alan laughed.
"Do you always ask such inappropriate question everyone
you just met? Or is it something about me in particular?"
"You didn't answer my question," Leila shot back.
"As a matter of fact, Megan isn't the only teacher I'm
carrying on with." A pregnant pause hung in the air. "I'm
also seeing Mrs. Stafford, but just on the side." Megan
burst out laughing, explaining to her friend that Mrs.
Stafford was the school librarian, and was nearing
seventy. Alan grinned and awaited Leila's next
inquisitorial assault.
Leila seemed lost for words for a second, and Alan went
ahead and started scanning her mind. He first planted the
command that she never reveal his relationship with Megan
to anyone. She and Megan would be allowed to talk about
between themselves, but Leila was precluded from
mentioning it to any other person.
He learned a few things about her: she was twenty-six
years old, from New Jersey, now a physical therapist at
the nig hospital in Valhalla. She was fairly promiscuous,
often dating, and sleeping with, more than one man at
once, and sometimes (rarely) having one night stands. She
had never told Megan, but in college she was a bisexual,
experimenting first with her roommate, and later with
others. Since graduation she only had dated men, though
once she and a girlfriend from work doubled up on a good
looking male nurse.
Leila, flustered by her inability to fling another zinger
at Alan, soon left. Once she was gone Megan took him by
the hand and led him to the door of her bedroom. Telling
him to wait outside she stripped off her clothes, leaving
only her new panties, went to her closet and took out her
sheerest, shortest nightgown. After lighting a half dozen
candles she called out for Alan to enter.
He came in and gave her a wolf whistle. She giggled. The
was on the bed, up on her knees and he jumped on,
plopping down next to her. She fell over, hugging him,
and then reached out to undress him. "I didn't wear a
button down shirt, because, you know," he said softly,
and she giggled again as she pulled it off him.
He opened his pants and she tugged them down, along with
his shorts. He had left his shoes on the landing, and he
took off his socks by sliding his left foot under the
elastic right sock, then used his exposed right big toe
to hook under the elastic left sock and drag it off his
foot. He sat up and then sat her up, proceeding to pull
the nightgown over her head and toss it to the floor.
They laid back down, and he began running his hands over
her body, paying close attention to her erect nipples.
She purred, and her whole body began to warm up.
He got down between her legs and pulled the gusset of her
panties to one side. "New panties?" he asked, and she
beamed. He lightly blew on her pubis, sending shivers up
her spine. Holding her panties to one side he ate her
pussy to a screaming climax, then positioned himself to
enter her.
"Ready?" he asked, leaning in to kiss her before she
could answer. He kept his lips plastered to hers as he
sunk his cock into her depths, and because of that Megan
was unable to answer verbally, humming into his kiss, her
eyes communication her pleasure at this act.
He fucked her for about fifteen minutes, varying his
speed and depth of penetration. Megan had a very small
orgasm near the start, and as she climaxed the second
time he spilled his seed into her. Both of them panting,
he collapsed on top of her, the rolled off her, laying
beside her. He looked at the clock at her bedstand and
saw that is was coming up on 8pm. She curled up and put
the side of her head on his chest, and he could feel the
breath come out of her nostrils. It tickled.
"Megan," he asked, neither of them moving, "Could I ask
you a favor?"
She kept still. She was savoring the moment. "What?"
"I'm a bit embarrassed to be bringing this up now, but my
favorite TV show is about to start. 'Washington Week in
Review' on PBS, Channel 13. I never miss it. Do you
mind?"
Megan laughed. "No problem, sweetie. The remote is on the
night table. Click away." After he turned on the TV and
tuned it to channel 13, she brought her head up to rest
it on his shoulder so she could also see the screen. He
put his arm around her as the show started. It all seemed
so domestic; she closed her eyes and imagined they were a
long married couple, watching the tube before turning in
for the night.
She had even called him "Sweetie" and he hadn't even
flinched. When the show ended they made love again, and
then both drifted off to sleep. Alan had set her clock
radio alarm for midnight, so he could make it home well
before his Friday night 1am deadline. They got into the
spoon position, Alan behind her, his body molded to her
back, his arm draped over her middle.
* * *
She walked him to the door. He had turned the alarm off,
and then dressed quietly in the dark, but she woke up
soon after he did. Wearing a skimpy silk robe she kissed
him goodbye.
* * *
Alan woke up early on Saturday morning, even before the
sun came up. His two and a half hour post-coital nap in
Megan's bed meant that in effect he had gone to bed much
earlier than usual. Walking to his bathroom to brush his
teeth he flipped on the radio for a forecast. The
weatherman said that the unusually warm temperatures
would continue for the next few days.
Alan went down to the garage and pulled his bike down
from the wall rack. He spent an hour working on it. First
the pulled the cables and tested the tension, then he
washed the frame, checking for rust spots. He lubed the
pedal clips, and attached the chain lubrication device to
the chain and cranked the pedals a few times to run the
chin through the brushes.
After showering he donned a shorts and leggings, and
pulled a long sleeve poly-weave jersey from his armoire.
He grabbed his cleats and headed downstairs. Sitting in
the driveway he pulled on the cleats and adjusted the
velcro straps. Straddling the top tube he clicked in his
left shoe in the clipless pedal, pumped once to get
rolling and them jammed his other cleat to the pedal. As
he cleared the driveway he hit the button on the
cyclocomputer to zero his odometer.
When he stopped to rest and eat one of the bananas he had
stowed in the back pocket of the jersey, he glanced down
at the odometer and saw that he had ridden 15 miles.
Feeling good, he decided to do another fifteen before
headed home.
As he was turning on to Westervelt Road, the main drag
through town, he realized that he had biked almost thirty
miles, with only one break and was barely winded. This
was not unusual for him in the middle of the season, a
few months into warm weather, but this was his first ride
in months.
The Seed, he reasoned, had increased his stamina. He had
only two more turns before reaching home, and as he
turned onto Van Rensselear Lane he saw Pauline, sitting
on the bench swing on her front porch. She saw him too,
and waved. Riding up her driveway he stopped right at the
steps of the porch, dismounted and climbed the steps to
sit beside her.
"Jeez., its early," she said in wonder. Alan glanced at
his watch and saw it was 7:30. "What kind of miles did
you make today?"
Alan told her thirty, but she didn't believe him until
she told her to look at the odometer. She skipped down
the steps, lifted his bike upright, looked at the readout
on the computer and whistled.
"How's your sister doing?" Alan asked as she returned to
sit next to him.
"She look really ghastly when I saw her last night, but
she seems better today."
They sat quietly for a while, enjoying the warm morning
breeze. At 8 o'clock Pauline invited him in for something
to eat.
"I'm not really dressed to be going into your house,
Pauline." His jersey was damp with sweat, and he had
unzipped the front, almost to his navel to get the most
of the breeze. His shorts and leggings were tight,
verging on the obscene, especially considering his new
girth.
He and Pauline had been sitting side-by-side, and she
turned to give him a good long look. She was somewhat
taken aback by his chest, not remembering him as being so
toned. As he stood up she noticed the bulge in his pants.
Momentarily distracted, she paused before speaking.
"Don't be silly. Come on in and I'll give you a good
breakfast. Conchita always makes waffles on Saturday-from
scratch. Don't be a spoilsport."
"An offer like that no man could refuse," he said while
hooking his arm to hers. They walked in together, the
metal cleats on the sole of biking shoes clicking against
the floor of the porch. Once inside he shed his shoes,
and they went to the kitchen.
Kate almost choked on her waffle when she saw him enter
on Pauline's arm. She took a big gulp of milk and fled
from the room. "Never mind her," Pauline said as Conchita
set out two plates for them. Minutes later Alan was
eating his waffle, Pauline had insisted on him taking the
next one out of the iron. He ate slowly in order that he
not finish his before hers was ready. He helped himself
to a cup of coffee, and when Conchita brought Pauline's
waffle she also place two glasses of orange juice in
front of them.
"How are you Mr. Alan?" Conchita asked. "I haven't seen
you around the house in a long time."
"Well, Conchita, if I knew waffles were on the menu, I'd
show my face more often." Conchita laughed.
"You're such a charm boy, Mr. Alan. You and Pauline made
such a cute couple. You should go out again."
"Oh, Conchita, you're the living end," Pauline said
laughingly.
"Hey Pauline, you busy today? Maybe we could do
something?" Alan asked her, only half teasing Conchita.
"Oh, Miss Pauline is free. She'd love to spend the day
with you." Conchita quickly interjected before Pauline
could respond. They all laughed again.
"Well then," Alan said through the laughter, "It's a
date. I'll go home and shower and change, and then come
back to pick you up." Pauline needed to do some shopping
and they quickly decided to head to the mall.
All three of them were still hooting it up when Mr. and
Mrs. Van Devanter came down for breakfast. Alan rose to
greet them, but Pauline's mom was on a bathrobe, and
seeing Alan she excused herself to put on some more
clothes.
"So, Alan, how's business?" Mr. Van Devanter asked,
jocularly elbowing in the ribs. "Tearing up the roads, I
see." They chatted for a bit, Mr. Van Devanter asking
after Alan's mom, and he also congratulated Alan on his
early admission to Columbia. "Good luck in the big city,
son. Ah, once they've seen Paris how are we going to keep
them on the farm?" he mused.
It soon came out that Pauline and Alan were going to head
over to the mall. As Alan stood up to leave Mrs. Van
Devanter pulled him aside. "Alan, Kate was sick
yesterday, and I don't want her out alone. She also wants
to go to the mall. With you and Pauline going, I was
wondering if you could drive Kate, and maybe keep an eye
out for her. Her dad an I are a little worried about her,
and it would lift a load off our minds if she went over
with the two of you."
Alan agreed, and Mrs. Van Devanter gave him a peck on the
cheek. "You're such a gentleman, Alan. You should come by
more often-we'll never see you after you go off to
college." Alan used the Seed to make the whole bunch in
the kitchen think he had already left, and he headed up
the stairs to Kate's room.
Entering, he heard the shower running, and he stepped
into Kate's bathroom. He couldn't decide whether to pull
her out of the shower, or wait for her to finish, and
just as he was about to come to a decision, Kate emerged
from the steamy chamber.
Seeing him, and realizing she was naked, she let out a
small scream, but Alan's powers saw to it than nobody
downstairs could hear it. "What are you doing in here?"
she gasped, putting one hand across her breasts, and the
cupping her vagina with the other to prevent him fro
seeing her.
He pointed to the toilet and looked her right in the eye.
"Sit," he commanded, and she didn't even hesitate. Alan
was thrilled; he wasn't even using the Seed t force her
actions, and she was as docile as a newborn kitten. He
reached behind her, taking her butt cheeks in his palms
and nudged her forward. She was staring at him, her mouth
agape, partly in terror, mostly in lust.
He left her there, perched uncertainly at the edge of the
toilet seat, and pulled the drain closed on the
bathroom's sink, then turned on the hot water tap. He
pulled the mirror towards him, opening the medicine
cabinet, retrieving a fresh disposable razor and her
shaving gel. After squirting a dollop in his hand he went
back to her and lathered up her pubic hair. "Beg me slut.
Beg me to shave your pussy." His eyes bored into hers,
and she couldn't look away.
"Please," she whispered with a little-girl inflection in
her voice, "Please shave me."
"Shave you where, slut?"
"Please, Alan, please shave my pussy." She was whimpering
lightly as Alan continued to massage the gel onto her
pubis.
"Say 'Please Alan, shave my cunt.' Beg me to shave your
wet, horny, clenching, dripping cunt. Now slut, beg!"
"Please Alan, shave my wet, horny cunt. I'm dripping. I
need you to shave my wet cunt." Her breathing became
ragged, and her nipples were so hard the probably could
have cut glass.
Alan withdrew his hand, raking his oily fingers over her
hard clit, eliciting a groan from Kate. Her back was at a
45 degree angle to the toilet seat, her tailbone resting
on the edge with her crotch exposed both from above and
below. Alan dipped the razor into the steaming basin of
the sink, and slowly denuded her pussy of hair. He found
a washcloth, wiped her off, and lathered her up again so
as not to risk missing a single bit of her soft black
fuzz.
After finishing the second time he ordered her to lean
over the sink, lathered up her anal ring and eliminated
the few soft hairs which had surrounded her rear passage.
After wiping off the excess gel from her ass, he slipped
his finger up her rectum, and sent her a mental command
to come.
"Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Yes, yes, yes, YES!" she
wailed, her body bucking wildly.
Alan handed her a towel, and she started to dry off from
her shower. When she was clam again Alan told her that
her mother had asked him to escort her to the mall.
"They're worried about you, slut," he sneered. "I told
you mother I'd take good care of you," he added, giving
one of her rock hard nipples a good strong pinch. With
that he left, and Kate shuddered at the thought of
spending the day with Alan.
* * *
Alan biked the last half of a mile home whistling a happy
tune. Thirty minutes after arriving he was out the door
again, cleaned and dressed. He let himself back into the
Van Devanter house, and called up the stairs for Pauline
and Kate to come meet him. Pauline came down immediately,
making excuses for Kate running a little late. They
retired to the den and sat with Mr. Van Devanter, who was
watching a rebroadcast of last night's Sports Center.
Kate came down a few minutes later, and Mr. Van Devanter
walked them out. Their dad stopped Alan at the door,
letting the girls go ahead. He reached out his hand and
expressed his appreciation for agreeing to keep an eye on
Kate.
Alan started the car up and drove to the Mall. Pauline
was sitting next to him, Kate in the back. Watching her
in the rearview mirror he was please to see her squiring
in her seat. Upon reaching the mall they began to cruise.
Being there was as much about hangings, seeing and being
seen, as it was about shopping.
They stuck together, and Alan was surprised that Kate
stayed with them. A good number of their classmates were
roaming about, and a number of Kate's bitchy friends came
up to her to see of she was OK, sneering at Alan and
Pauline, their social inferiors. Some of them wanted to
have Kate go with them, but she demurred, further
surprising Alan-Pauline too.
* * *
Pauline was browsing through the racks at The Limited,
and Alan sent out a mental command for her to keep
shopping without taking notice that he and Kate were
elsewhere. He and Kate walked out of the store, and
Kate's heartbeat began to accelerate, in a mixture of
dread and delight. Alan navigated them through the
throngs, to the seamier corner of the mall, the section
that contained, among other businesses, skateboard shop,
the forlorn used record place, and the ear piercing
place. Alan had never been in that shop, at least while
sober.
Last year, on the last day of school, Alan and his
friends started downing beers in the mall's parking lot
right after the last classes had let out. It was sort of
a town tradition, getting plastered in the lot the day
your became an advancing senior. Alan had knocked back a
few more than he could handle, and as a prank, his
friends had half-carried him into the piercing shop,
plopped him down in a chair, and picked out a nice gold
stud. The chilly sensation of the iodine swab on his
earlobe had shaken him back to his senses.
The sight of the guy holding the piercing gun to his ear,
finger cocked at the trigger, really woke him up. He
screamed and leapt from the chair, hightailing it out of
the shop. His buddies teased him over the summer about
his high pitch of his voice when he screamed. "Look Alan,
a mouse! Give us another shriek!" It was stupid but good
natured, and his friends tired of it soon.
"Hey dude! I know you!" the proprietor bellowed at Alan
when he entered the piercing parlor. The place smelled of
rubbing alcohol and ganja, and Alan was sure the guy was
stoned. Figuring the guy was high, and probably couldn't
recall the scream from last June Alan declined to fill in
the details for the stoner.
Kate idly wondered what they were doing here, knowing in
the deepest part of her brain what was about to take
place, but hoping against hope she was wrong. The guy
behind the counter took a long pull from a can of Dr.
Pepper. "So dude, what can I do for you." He lowered his
voice a few registers "We do tattoos in the back." Tattoo
parlors were banned in this county.
"Oh no, sir," Alan replied, "We're more in the market for
body piercing. What can you show me in the way of nipple
rings. The little lady her is just itching for one, and
this seems like the right place to get it done."
"Can the 'sir' stuff big guy. Call me Dirty Dan-everybody
does, even my mother." He turned his head to face the
back of the shop, "Ain't that right, Ma?" he yelled. She
must have called out something back at him, but Alan
couldn't make out what she was saying. Dirty Dan pulled
out a case and set it on the glass countertop. Alan
leaned over to peer into it, but Kate kept her place, not
wanting to look at them.
Dirty Dan went into a whole set of explanations about the
differences between each example, but Alan wasn't
listening closely. He wasn't so much interested in the
differences between metals or gauge sizes. He was only
concerned with aesthetic considerations. He immediately
eliminated all of the post-style ones, shafts of metal
capped with little BB's at each end. He wanted a ring.
His eye stopped on one that was gold, and had a gold bead
which was threaded through it, welded in the center.
"How much is that one? Is it real gold"
"Hey dude, good choice. Made that baby myself. Eighteen
karat gold for the ring, the bead is 24, and that means
pure gold, baby. You can't make the ring itself out of
pure gold because it's too soft," Dan explained.
"It's very nice," Alan said to him, hoping the compliment
would bring down the price. Sure, he could use his power
to make Dirty Dan give it to him for free, but he liked
the oaf, and chose not to cheat him. Dirty Dan took out
of the case, and gave it to Alan. "Seventy five bucks,
installation included," the latter comment directed at
Kate. Kate stared into space, not hearing, or even
thinking. Upon hearing Alan say that she was getting a
nipple ring, she just shut down all thought processes,
her mind unable to deal with the situation.
Alan approached her, the ring resting on his upturned
palm. "Well, slut," she whispered at her, "What do you
think?" His voice directed at her snapped her out of her
trance, and she looked down. Actually seeing the ring,
the ring that would soon be pushed through hr nipple made
it real for her. As she began really thinking about
having a nipple ring her alarm receded, and she started
to warm to the idea.
"After all," she reflected, "I *am*" Alan's slut, and if
he wants me to get this then I have no choice." The total
self-realization of her submissive condition was moving
to the forefront of her consciousness, and Alan, reading
her thoughts, was somewhat astonished by the trains of
thought going through her head.
He really hadn't turned her into a submissive with his
power. In fact the last time he controlled her mental
processes (as opposed to just her actions) was yesterday
in school, when he used his power to make him jump his
bones. Everything since then, including their post-fuck
conversation when she declared herself to be his slut,
Kate was on her own initiative. He wasn't even using the
Seed to force her to have the piercing, and had merely
commanded her to follow him into the shop.
***
After waiting a good thirty seconds for Kate to answer
him, he finally received his reply. It was in that same
little-girl voice she had used in the bathroom when she
begged him to shave her. All she was able to say was,
"OK, Alan."
Alan and Kate followed Dirty Dan into one of the back
rooms. Dan pulled a curtain aside and revealed to them
was a dentist's chair. Dan had salvaged it from a
dumpster a couple few years back, and using a staple gun
loaded with wide gauge staples had reupholstered it,
after a fashion, with a bunch of batiks he had laying
around, souvenirs from his trip to Africa back in the
seventies. As Kate settled herself into the chair Dan
noticed that she look a bit green around the gills,
though he reasoned that most girls about to get a nipple
pierced had that same look. "Hey dude, I gotta ask. The
chick eighteen?"
Kate was reaching for her purse to show him her license,
but before she could get it out, Alan spoke up. "Yeah
man, she's eighteen." Alan complemented his statement
with a little mental push, and Dan was powerless to do
anything but to take him at his word. Dan then explained
the whole procedure to them, while Kate took off her
shirt and bra. First he was going to spray her nipple
with ether, which would make it very cold very fast.
Then he would paint it with iodine. The ring itself was
already lying in a plastic cup holding an inch of rubbing
alcohol at the bottom, to sterilize it. His long needles
were on a shelf behind them, in a glass Barbicide jar,
and Dan would wipe one off with a bunch of kleenex before
driving it through her nipple. Then he would insert the
ring, and then use a soldering iron to seal it shut.
This would be followed by another swabbing with iodine,
and finished off with a sterile dressing held in place by
surgical tape. Kate put her bra in her purse, figuring
she wouldn't be able to wear it after the procedure.
"Hey little lady, which nipple?" Kate said nothing,
allowing Alan the decision. Alan thought briefly, and
told Dan to pierce the left one, so that when he faced
her he could play with it with his right hand. Dan was a
little suspicious. The chick had barely said a word the
whole time the two of them had spent in his shop. "Are
you sure you want to do this Hon?" he asked her.
With a barely audible voice Kate told Dan to go ahead
with it.
He immediately set to task, and his explanation actually
took less time than the deed itself. When Dan started to
get her prepped Kate gripped the armrests, her knuckles
white as the membership of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
Swiftly Dan pressed a thin needle through her left
nipple, and Kate huffed and puffed through her clenched
teeth, doing her best not to cry out in pain.
He twisted it a few times to open up a nice hole, and
removed it. He dried the excess alcohol off the ring, and
then fed it through the hole. Reaching to the instrument
tray he took up the soldering iron and sealed the ring.
Before she knew it Kate was bandaged, and was pulling her
shirt back on, her bra balled up in her purse. Dan gave
Alan a handful of polyskin dressings, plastic bandages
about two and a half inches square. They would keep her
nipple dry when Kate was in the bath or shower. Alan gave
them to Kate, who slipped them in her purse.
Dan took Alan back out to the front of the store, and
Alan settled the bill. He pulled five twenties out of his
wallet, and told Dan to keep it all. "Take your mom out
to dinner tonight," he suggested.
Dan bellowed with laughter, and then dropped his voice
level, "Feel free to bring back anytime for the other
nip. Next time I ain't takin' a cent over seventy five."
Alan walked back to get the slut and go. Kate was just
getting out of the chair when he pulled at the curtain,
and she gave him a weak smile. His pleasure over her new
nipple ring gave her a sense of satisfaction and an aura
of joy. When he was happy with her, she was happy with
herself. Rising unsteadily to her feet she grabbed Alan
by the arm to keep her balance.
The pain in her nipple was intense, and as they emerged
from the rear of the store Dirty Dan was holding a bottle
of tequila. He laid three shot glasses on the top of the
glass display case, and filled the glasses. Telling Kate
that the tequila would take the edge off her pain, he
insisted they join him for a pop.
Though Kate had never had anything stronger than beer and
wine, she immediately agreed, hoping that the alcohol
would dull the throbbing pain in her nipple. She took the
shot glass in one hand, and Dirty Dan put a warm lemon
wedge in the other. Dan knocked back his drink, and then
sucked the lemon, and Alan and Kate did the same. Alan
slapped Dan on the back and they walked out, Kate holding
his arm for dear life, Alan almost holding her up.
* * *
Alan and Kate headed back to the center of the mall. Kate
seemed to be strengthening the further they got from
Dirty Dan's. They sat in the atrium a bit, her head
resting on Alan's shoulder. Alan scanned the mall with
his mind and saw that Pauline was in Barnes & Noble,
drinking a cappuccino while skimming some books she had
taken from the shelves. She hadn't noticed that Kate and
Alan had abandoned her.
Alan figured to join up with her, and he and Kate rose to
go. As he was nearing the bookstore the door to an
employee's bathroom opened and a woman came out. Alan
could see thorough the doorway that the bathroom was
small and private, just one stall and a sink with a
mirror. He stopped the female mall employee and had her
come back to unlock the door for him and Kate. "Where are
you taking me?" she asked in with an affectless tone in
her voice.
Leading her in and making sure the door was locked behind
them, Alan pulled Kate's shirt off her and took her right
nipple in his mouth. He bit down on it with half
strength, and Kate moaned. Alan put his hands behind her
and squeezed her ass, and the tension drained from Kate's
body. Kate undid the button of her blue jeans, and Alan
pulled them down as she was slipping off her shoes. Alan,
his mouth now off her chest, grabbed her pussy through
her panties and began to rub her through the fabric, and
Kate started to pant.
He pulled at the fabric from the bottom, slowly drawing
her panties down her legs. He thought her bald pussy was
pretty, and started slowly massaging his fingers up and
down her slit. Kate was starting to make a lot of noise,
but Alan wasn't worried. They were in a locked bathroom,
and even of someone came in and caught them he could deal
with the situation using the Seed.
"Be as loud as you want, baby. No one is going to disturb
us in here." The gyrations of her body caused her panties
to fall down all the way to her ankles, and she stepped
out of them. Alan stopped rubbing her and pointed to his
waistband. She took the hint, and opened his pants and
pulled them down.
Alan kicked off his pants and pulled his shirt over his
head, then backed her up, his hands on her shoulders as
he faced her, marching her backwards two steps, so that
her ass was up against the sink top. Leaning down
momentarily he grasped he knees to spread her legs, and
placed the head of his dick at the gates of her
womanhood, holding the shaft in place.
He rubbed the tip against her pussy lips, coating them
with the small trickle of juices which flowed from
within. Pulling it up a bit he passed it over her clit a
few times, and Kate gasped loudly. "Do you want it?" Kate
nodded. "What do you want?"
"Your penis," she whispered back.
"Call it a 'cock,' slut."
"Yes, I'm your cock slut. I want your cock."
"What do you want me to do with it?"
"Please, Alan, please. Fuck me with your cock. I'm so
horny I could die." Her gasping was starting to interfere
with her ability to form coherent sentences.
Alan pushed about half of his dick into her, and her head
fell back in bliss. "Do you want me to fuck your cunt?"
he asked, holding himself still within her. "Maybe you
want it in the ass again?"
"Please Alan, fuck me. Do it anywhere you want, but
please fuck me." She was practically yelling. Alan
started pumping in and out of her, and when he bottomed
out she had an orgasm, her pussy clamping down on his
invader.
"Next time, slut. I'll fuck your slutty ass next time,"
he taunted as he kept feeding her his nine inches. "I
can't wait to see your nipple ring. I'll come over one
day this week after school to play with it." His talk was
turning her one, and she could sense another climax
approaching.
His next statement sent her mind reeling, and she came as
he said, "Next weekend we'll come back, and Dan's going
to pierce this one." He was pinching her exposed nipple
as he said this, and even through her orgasmic haze she
knew exactly what he meant. The very idea of it turned
her on. At this point she was willing to go right back to
Dirty Dan's and get the other nipple pierced right now.
Alan pulled out after her pussy stopped spasaming, and
sat on the toilet seat, leaving the stall door open.
"Come here and suck me off," he commanded, and Kate fell
to her knees and crawled over to him. She took all she
could in her mouth, about four inches, and began sucking,
occasionally removing his penis, "No, his cock," she
thought, from her mouth to lick around the crown and
head, and then up and down the shaft before taking it
back into her mouth.
Just as Kate was beginning to wonder whether Alan would
come in her mouth he semen shot out of the pee slit. He
hadn't commanded her to swallow, be she reasoned that a
submissive slut like her should always swallow; she hoped
that by doing so Alan would be pleased with her.
* * *
Alan stuck his head through the half-open door, and then
pulled it all the way open, dragging Kate out by the hand
behind him. They met Pauline at the bookstore, and then
Alan treated the girls to lunch. Pauline was in good
spirits, and she and Alan dominated the conversation at
the table. Kate mostly kept silent.
Pauline thought her sister, by not joining in the table
talk, was being rude to Alan. She was going to give her a
good talking to after he dropped them home.
Next Chapter: Megan bats from both sides of the plate,
Kate becomes symmetrical.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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