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Authors name: Andy G. (otisblues@hotmail.com)
Story title : Private Investigator - 2
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Private Investigator - 2 (MF, nc)
by Andy G. (otisblues@hotmail.com)
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A Private Investigator uses his subliminal tricks on his
new secretary and has great results.
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Chapter 3
The next subliminal program Stan Johnson made for his
young secretary Darla was almost ready. It was mostly the
same type of message that demanded an intense sexual
desire to erupt in Darla's unconscious anytime she saw a
picture of herself engaged in a sexual act. Stan had
doctored a few more photos depicting her performing
various sensual acts on both men and women. Some were
rather bizarre but Stan had found the more disgusting
these acts were to Darla the more her unconscious
accepted them.
Stan added a few more lines to this already very
effective program. These lines included the statement:
"You will find my voice will turn you on; You find me a
very attractive man; You wish you were my sexual slave;
You would do anything for me; Everything you do for me
will give you intense sexual pleasure; You need my
permission to have an orgasm." This last message Stan
inserted many times since he wanted total control of
Darla. As soon as the program was complete he began to
play it at the office.
Darla continued to work even thought she continued to be
very confused and conflicted. After the last humiliating
experience of being totally engulfed with sexual passion
she was exhausted. However, after seeing herself
performing these hideous acts on both men and women she
could not get these pictures out of her mind. She could
not believe the pictures but what was much, much worse
she could not believe how these pictures so turned her
on.
Darla had never experienced such an intense orgasm as she
had while viewing these depraved acts. She was now
masturbating every night and using various clips, pins,
and even ropes to stimulate herself. Her nipples were
always very sore from the abuse she would give them but
she craved the resulting orgasms.
The big problem came several days later. Darla arrived
home and put on the nipple clips she had constructed
using cloth-pin. As she lay on her bed rubbing her very
erect clit she could find no satisfaction. No matter what
Darla did she could not achieve an orgasm. She became
extremely excited. Juices would flow down her leg from
her wet pussy but her clitoris would not yield a single
orgasm. She finally had to quit when she had rubbed her
clit raw.
The next day Darla found it difficult to concentrate due
to her sexual conflicts. Even when she looked at the
various pictures in Mr. Johnson's files she could not
satisfy herself. She also noticed that being around Mr.
Johnson hearing his voice only intensified her passionate
feelings and now she began to fantasize about him. It was
driving her crazy and she did not know what to do. It was
Mr. Johnson's fault and she became desperate for him to
help her. He was the only who could and she would do
anything.
"Darla you don't look so good. Don't you feel well?" Mr.
Johnson said in a concerned voice.
"No, I don't feel well. I did not sleep good last night
and I don't know what to do about it," Darla replied. She
loved him expressing concern for her.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?" he asked.
"I don't know. I wish there was something you could do,"
she replied.
"I will do whatever I can to help you but I don't know
much about sleeping problems. Are you worried about
something?"
"Yes," Darla said trying to figure out how to talk about
her problem. "I have been having some personal kinds of
problems and I don't really have anyone I can talk to
about them. I feel very embarrassed but I don't know what
to do."
"You don't have to feel embarrassed with me. I have
pretty much heard it all in my business. PI's see all
kinds of things," Stan responded.
"I have been having some women type problems," Darla
cautious explained.
"Do you think you need to see a physician?" Stan said
playing along.
"No, I don't think they could help me. For some reason I
think you could help me," Darla said now being to cry.
"Tell me what to do," Stan replied.
"I don't know what you can do." Darla suddenly blurted
out, "Why did you make me do all those things in the
picture? How did you do it?" Darla was becoming
hysterical. She almost looked manic.
"Darla, what are you talking about?" Stan said.
"Here, I will show you." She yank open the file drawer
and pulled out some files. Various pictures fell on the
floor. However, instead of being pictures full of sexual
depravity they were surveillance pictures of various
kinds.
"What happened to them?" Darla said as she crumpled to
the floor and a mass of tears. "What happened to the
pictures?"
"Darla, you can let go of whatever it is you're feeling
right now. You can let it out and it will feel better,"
Stan said.
"You are sure it is okay. You don't mind," Darla
whimpered.
"No, I don't mind. YOU HAVE MY FULL PERMISSION," Stan
said in a very authoritative voice. "To have an orgasm,"
he quietly added.
Darla was stunned and almost paralyzed by the wave of
passion that flooded her body. She began to rip off her
clothes and was soon totally naked on the floor. She was
pinching her nipples and pulling them hard. She was
frantically rubbing her already erect clit and the orgasm
exploded almost knocking her unconscious.
"Oh, my God!" Darla moaned as she humped her own hand and
withering all over the floor of the office. Darla did not
care. She was wrapped in rapture and it seemed as if it
would never end.
Stan stood and watched Darla twist, turn, wiggle and
hunch the floor in various sexy obscene postures. Darla
was literally fucking herself. Stan stood by with a sly
smile. He felt the budge in his pants as Darla put on a
show.
Chapter 4:
"Darla, what are you doing?" Stan Johnson said loudly to
his secretary Darla after she had exhausted herself.
Darla was lying naked on the floor before him and slowly
looked up at her boss.
Darla heard her boss and slowly it dawned on her that he
was talking to her.
"What?" she mumbled. As she sat up it suddenly all came
back to her. She looked down to see that she was totally
naked. As she began to try and cover herself she looked
up at her boss standing over her. "I'm sorry Mr. Johnson.
I don't know what happened to me," she whimpered.
"I like what I see. Stand up," he said.
"I don't have any clothes on Mr. Johnson. You should not
see me like this," Darla said but stood up anyway. She
stood before her boss with her head lowered.
"You nice body Darla. I bet you can be a really slutty
little girl," Stan said with an evil grin.
"Mr. Johnson what are you saying?"
"I'm saying that you are my little slut and you like it."
He reached out and pinched her nipple.
Darla could not believe her boss touched her. She could
not believe he hurt her. She could not believe lots of
things including how much she liked him pinching her
nipple.
"Open your legs and let me see that nasty wet pussy," he
commanded.
Darla complied and stood before him.
"Tell me you are my slut."
Darla whimpered but said, "I want to be your slut Mr.
Johnson. I really want to be your slut." Darla could not
believe she said this but also she could not understand
the fact she meant it.
"Come into my office, Darla."
Darla followed her boss into his office. She was still
totally nude. Her embarrassment was increasing as her
libido began to ignite again. Mr. Johnson's voice filled
her with desire.
Stan sat down in his chair.
"Come over here," he instructed as he open the desk
drawer. "You will not have any orgasm unless I say it is
okay. Do you understand?"
Darla did not really understand but she said, "Yes sir."
On one level she did understand.
Stan reached down and held up a small rope with two clips
on it. "Put these on your nipples, Darla."
Darla took the clips and snapped them on her always hard
nipples. It hurt wonderfully and she felt a jolt of
passion that shocked her already excited body.
"Open my trousers and pull out my dick," Stan instructed.
Darla bent down and zipped down his pants. She reached
inside and pulled out Stan's already hard 6 inch dick.
There was a part of Darla's mind that felt revulsion at
what she was doing. However, this only served to energize
her extreme fits of passions that kept her body as
hostage to her sexual lust. She felt as if she could cum
at any moment. Yet, even as she slipped her hand down to
her pussy she could not manage the released.
"What are you doing with your hand?"
"Nothing," she whimpered.
"You lying slut. What are you doing with your hand," Stan
questioned.
"I'm rubbing my pussy," she replied.
"Did I give you permission to rub your pussy, you cunt?"
Stan barked.
"No," she cried
"Come here and lick my cock." Stan was about to cum all
over himself. He felt her tongue lick his cock and knew
he could not stand this much longer.
"Suck my dick and eat all of my precum," Stan commanded.
Darla took her boss' cock into her mouth and was in
heaven. If she could only cum.
Stan loved Darla's tongue on his dick. It felt great but
he wanted more.
"Get up and bend over," Stan commanded.
Darla stood up and turned. She bent over exposing her
womanhood to her boss.
Stan got up looking at Darla's tight pussy. He grabbed
his dick and his dick quickly found its mark. Darla was
tight but she was also very wet. His cock slid deep
within Darla.
"Oh my God," Darla gasped as she felt him penetrate
deeply inside her. "Oh God yes," she cried as Stan began
to pump. She had never felt such intense sexual desire
but still could not find the release of an organism.
Stan could feel his balls beginning to contract. He knew
it would not be long before he came. He pulled his dick
out of Darla wonderful pussy and with a quick hard jab,
he rammed into her asshole.
"Oh no, what are you doing? But it feels so good," Darla
screamed in a phantasm of desire.
Stan knew he was almost there.
"Darla, you have my permission to cum," Stan cried.
Darla went absolutely insane with passion. She was
screaming as she slammed her ass against Stan's cock.
This was too much for Stan and he filled her ass with
cum, more cum than he had ever produced in one setting.
He had never known he could have multiple organisms but
he did. Once his load was emptied somewhere in him was so
turned on that he produced another smaller load that
Darla's ass eagerly devoured. With that Stan flopped back
to the chair and watched Darla.
Darla had not finished. When Stan let her go she slumped
to the floor with her hand vigorously rubbing her clit.
She looked like an animal as she rolled and jerked her
body back and forth on Stan's office floor. The juices
were literally flowing out of her pussy.
"Oh God," she screamed in one final cry and collapsed
unconscious on the floor.
Stan just sat and looked Darla as he flowed into a dreamy
sort of trance and then dosed off thinking it is a
wonderful world.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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