From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Al and Mary (MF, cons)[1/4]
Date: 13 Sep 1996 21:29:29 GMT
Al and Mary
Chapter One
I'm a freelance consultant in the area of computer software
development. Call me Al. I normally work for large corporations on a
contract basis for a few months per stint. I recently moved to New
York from the San Francisco area, and since I was starting in a new
city where I had no business contacts, I was forced make use of
contract placement companies, also known as "headhunter agencies".
These are middlemen who try to get contracts for people like me in
return for a cut of the money. They way this works is that after the
agency gets me a interview that results in a job, I sign up as an
employee of the agency, who then bills me out at a higher rate to the
company where I actually work. It's a sleazy business, but without
more contacts here I have to work this way.
I got my current contract through a smallish agency. While
working on this contract, another agency called me about another
position that was somewhat more lucrative. After interviewing at the
new company, I was offered a contract.
Now, my existing contract was a typical one in that it was
open-ended and could be terminated by either party with two-weeks'
notice, so, barring any major pay raise from my current job, I planned
to quit my old job and accept the new one. In keeping with my usual
policy in these cases, I told the new company I'd sleep on the
decision and get back to them the next day.
I then left and called the headhunter agency that currently
represented me to inform them that I probably was going to take the
other job. The headhunter there tried to persuade me to stay at my
current position. My early termination would mean a loss of revenue
for the agency, so her reaction was predictable.
However, I told her that barring an increase in my billing
rate, I was going to take the new job. With that she put me on hold,
and when she came back, she explained that the agency couldn't get any
more money from the company I was working at, but that Rachael, the
owner of the agency, would be willing to take less of a markup and
give me a raise rather than lose the contract altogether. When I asked
how much of a markup, the headhunter said that Rachael wanted to
discuss that with me personally. When I explained that I was going to
make my decision by early the next day, the headhunter put me on hold
again and when she got back on she said that Rachael would be glad to
talk to me later that day, if I could make it after work.
I was willing to do that, and so we set up the meeting between
Rachael and me 6:00 PM that evening. Although I'd never actually met
Rachael, I had spoken to her on the phone a few times and remembered
her as being businesslike, professional, and most important,
reasonable. I was hoping I could get enough money out of her to make
it worth my while to stay at this job, since the new position, though
more lucrative, was less interesting. I would never admit that to
Rachael, of course.
It was Friday evening, and by the time I was able to show up
at the agency the door was locked and everyone who worked there was
gone except Mary the receptionist who let me in when I knocked and,
presumably, Rachael.
Now, I was familiar with Mary from all the times I had come by
to pick up my paycheck. She was in her early twenties and quite
attractive, with shoulder-length, stylish blonde hair and a very sexy,
slim body. She was about 5 foot 2 or 3 and had firm, perfectly sized
breasts - not too large and not too small. She was outgoing and
flirtatious, and every time I saw her she was wearing very stylish and
somewhat revealing clothes.
That day she was wearing a silky, button-down blouse with the
neckline open low enough to show off a hint of her gorgeous cleavage.
Her bra was either quite sheer or non-existent, as I could make out
the contours of her breasts and nipples through her blouse. She had on
a calf-length skirt with a slit halfway up her thigh. It was really
tight around her hips and ass and was thin enough for me to faintly
glimpse her skimpy, dark bikini panties underneath. She had on a pair
of high heels and, as always, wore little or no makeup. She looked
even sexier than usual, which is saying a lot. As I often did, I
wondered how she got away dressing that way in an office environment.
Mary buzzed Rachael to tell her I had arrived, and when she
got off the phone she said that Rachael was on an important phone call
hoped it would be OK for me to wait 20 or 30 minutes. I said it was,
and Mary said that Rachael wanted me to know that she really
appreciated me coming by and told Mary to do whatever she could to
make me comfortable.
She asked if I wanted coffee or soda or anything, but I
thanked her and said I really didn't need anything. She smiled and
raised an eyebrow when I said that. I ignored that and told her that
since it was late she didn't have to stay on my account. She thanked
me quite nicely but said that she had to stay late anyway and work. I
made a sympathetic comment about Mary's bad luck at having to work
late on a Friday, and this led to us making small talk for a few
minutes.
On previous visits I often found myself staring at her sexy
body. I'd always try to be discreet, but sometimes she would still
catch me staring, to which she'd react with a coquettish smile. As we
sat there chatting she once again caught me staring at her, but this
time she raised her eyebrows, licked her lips, and languidly turned
towards me, slowly pushing her chest out as she did. Although her
movements were subtle and ambiguous enough for her to deny if
confronted, this was still more flirty than she ever was with me in
the past, and I choked on my words for a moment in surprise and
arousal. She just laughed sexily and then resumed talking to me as if
nothing had happened.
Now, this both turned me on and made me nervous, and I tried
to hide my confusion and arousal as we spoke. I doubt I did a very
good job of it, but if she noticed, she didn't let on.
After a few minutes of our idle chatter I had more or less
calmed down again. Mary finally gave me a fake-sad look and said in a
deliberately childish, pouty tone of voice that she had to get back to
work. As she walked back to her desk, I could see her perfect ass
straining sexily against the material of her tight skirt as she
unabashedly swayed her hips. I'd never seen her do that in my presence
before, either, but then again, I couldn't remember if I had ever seen
her doing anything other than sitting at her desk.
Dismissing her sexy antics as insincere, immature flirtation,
I plopped down on the couch in the reception area to find something to
read. This didn't prevent me from continuing to stare at her ass until
she sat down, however. The exagerated way she moved her hips was
turning me on, and I decided to enjoy it while I could - i.e., while
her back was turned.
Despite my intention to not take Mary too seriously, I
couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she was trying to get my sexual
attention. For a moment, my mind drifted off into a fantasy of her
slowly stripping for me as I watched from my vantage point on the
couch.
But then I sobered up and reminded myself that she probably
had dozens of boyfriends and there was no way she'd ever consider a
37-year-old, slightly flabby, balding guy like me. I thought back to
what life was like when I was her age, and I had to admit to myself
that I'm too shy and nervous around women to ever have stood a chance
with someone like her even back then. A woman as attractive as her
could easily afford to be as picky as she wanted, and I'm sure she'd
have no time for my insecurities and shyness. I sighed and forced
myself to stop thinking those grim thoughts and to just enjoy her
flirting and her sexy body while I had the chance.
And I was getting ample opportunity for that right then. I
guess she didn't have to man the phones after hours, and instead of
sitting at the recetionist's desk she was working at one of the
headhunters' desks typing on the word processor. From my seat in the
reception area I had a really nice view of her profile as she sat
there and worked. I took advantage of the view whenever I thought she
wasn't looking.
Although she was quite a sight, I didn't want to appear too
lecherous by just staring, so I looked around among the magazines
nearby and tried to find something worth reading. The pickings were
rather disappointing, and I was trying to figure out which of
"Business Week" and "Forbes" would be less boring, when suddenly Mary
piped in with, "If you want something more interesting you can read my
`Cosmopolitan'".
I laughed and said, "I'm not sure if that would be an
improvement over this shit."
She gave me another of her flirty looks and replied, "Oh,
c'mon now, Al. Do you mean to say that you'd rather read about the
stock market than to look at the sexy women in Cosmo?"
Her comment caught me off guard - she sure was being flirty.
Covering up my surprise and embarrassment I answered, "Oh - you mean
in the ads? I must admit that I have a hard time thinking of a woman
as sexy when she's blatantly advertising clothes or perfume - or any
product for that matter. It sort of detracts from the whole thing, you
know?"
I was proud of myself for hiding my surprise so well with my
somewhat glib, and actually quite honest reply, but my pride was short
lived, as Mary quickly flabbergasted me with her reply: "Oh. I guess I
know what you mean. So how about if I go downstairs to the newsstand
and get you a `Penthouse'? Those women aren't advertising anything...
" her smile became devilish, "... and besides, they're naked. I think
you'd like that a lot better."
I felt a wave of arousal and surprise. Although she's a flirt
and a tease, this was a bit much even for her... at least compared to
anything I'd seen her do in the past. The only thing I managed to
stammer was "Well... " before she turned towards me. She lifted her
hands to her blouse as if she was about to unbutton it, and she said,
"Or do you prefer the real thing? I'm not wearing a bra." She paused,
raising her eyebrows, and looked at me with an intensely serious and
provocative expression and with her hands poised ready to open her
blouse for me. She kept that pose and just stared at me as wave of
anxiety and arousal swept through me.
I was speechless and must have looked like an idiot with my
mouth hanging open. After a few seconds that seemed an eternity, she
slowly lowered her hands, and still staring at me intently, she said,
"I'll get you a `Penthouse'," and got up.
I shook my head disbelievingly and stammered to her to sit
back down, but before I could stop her she had sashayed out the door,
her hips swinging even more blatantly and seductively than before.
I was dumbfounded. What was going on? Why was she acting this
way? Mary was getting me sexually excited, but I was also getting
nervous and scared. I'm quite insecure about sex and I always feared
beautiful women - they always seemed to be so confident and so sure of
their abilities to get men to do what they want. And I have always
been especially vulnerable to that sort of manipulation due to my
sexual insecurities and low self-esteem. What did she want, anyway? I
couldn't imagine she would want to be this sexual with me just for her
own pleasure, and I tried to figure out what might be her ulterior
motive.
Could it be that she was working in cahoots with Rachael and
was somehow trying to seduce me to stay with the agency? That seemed
likely, but I couldn't imagine what Mary would get out of it. With
Rachael, it was obvious: as the owner of the company she would profit
from my staying on and continuing to generate her percentage of my
take. But what about Mary and her paltry receptionist's salary? Did
Rachael offer Mary a commission to persuade me to stay? If so, did she
tell her to use sex? Or did she just ask Mary to be charming and is
this all Mary's idea?
I figured it was likely that Mary _was_ doing this for the
agency for some sort of compensation - probably monetary. I got more
than a little bit angry at Mary's manipulation, and I decided to give
her a piece of my mind when she came back, and I started rehearsing
what I was going to say to her. But as I did, I began to have second
thoughts. Mary had turned me on a lot and part of me - a _big_ part of
me, I grudgingly admitted to myself - wanted more. I became quite
scared as I realized how much I wanted her to continue with her
manipulative seduction despite the fact that it may not necessarily be
in my best interests.
I kept trying to convince myself that I wasn't going to let
her get away with this, but my heart wasn't in it and I finally gave
up fighting myself. I decided to just let whatever happens, happen.
After all, even if I decided to stay on at this agency for my current
salary, I still was doing just fine financially. And besides, I knew I
wouldn't give up the new job just for some cheap flirting - Mary was
going to have work for her money. I at least had enough self-control
to hold out for that... or at least I hoped so.
So I began to get excited about playing hard to get and seeing
how far Mary would go, and I tried to imagine what might transpire
once she returned. But then I had another thought: what if she was
just going to give me the magazine and then go back to work? What if I
was assuming too much about her? Maybe she really _was_ trying to be
friendly and that was it. After all, Rachael _did_ tell her to make
me comfortable, and perhaps the flirting and the `Penthouse' were
simply a product of Mary's overzealous desire to be helpful.
Or worse yet for me, what if Mary was indeed trying to seduce
me, but suppose she just gave me the magazine and then waited for me
to make the next move. Most men would catch the hint and be all over
her, but I'm so damn shy and insecure that I'd never have enough guts
to try anything with her - even with a lot of encouragement. Making a
pass at a woman is the most terrifying thing I can imagine. A
psychologist would probably say it's a phobia with me, as is anything
involving my being sexually agressive and taking those kinds of risks.
And so I feared that if she wasn't extremely aggressive, and I thought
it quite unlikely that she would be, I would sit there like an idiot
like I usually do in these situations and blow the whole thing.
So instead of being happy with anticipation and looking
forward to playing hard to get, my mood deteriorated to one of despair
and helplessness. This always seemed to happen with me when I had a
chance to make it with a woman, and I cursed myself for being so
neurotic.
I no longer wanted to be seduced. I felt so confused and out
of control that I didn't think I could resist her charms and act in my
own best interests any more. I feared succumbing to whatever it was
that she might offer me, and then agree with Rachael to terms
decidedly to my disadvantage. I felt naked and scared. In the back of
my mind I realized this was illogical, but my fear was so strong and I
felt so vulnerable that I couldn't make logic prevail. In a state of
near panic I vowed to resist everything Mary might do.
Just then the door opened and Mary flounced back in. She made
a point of locking the door behind her and winking at me, and then she
plopped down on the couch next to me. She gave me a lewd smile and
started slowly reaching into a bag she had with her. But before she
got very far, I blurted out in panic, "Wait, Mary, wait."
She stopped reaching for the bag and slowly lowered her hands
to her lap and gave me a questioning look. She stared at me patiently
while I struggled with myself. She didn't seem the slightest bit upset
or even surprised at my obvious anxiety. Finally, under the pressure
of her stare I started talking, trying to get her to stop flirting
with me: "OK, Mary, uh, look... "
"Yeah?" she queried with a friendly smile.
I was getting more and more confused and panicked. All I had
to do was to become cool, thank her for the magazine, and then ignore
her. But that sort of thing takes composure and at least some strength
and confidence. I had none of those right then, and so I just
helplessly pleaded, "Like, uh, why, Mary? Uh, why are you doing
this?"
She looked innocently surprised and asked, "'Why'? I'm not
sure I know what you're asking. Why did I get you the magazine?"
"Well, uh... yeah... I want to know that, but also... " it was
hard to get to the point - I didn't know how to say I suspected her of
trying to seduce me. What if I was wrong - what a fool I'd feel like
then. So I lamely continued my question: "... I mean, why are you...
are you, you know... being this way with me?"
"Well first," she replied cheerfully and without hesitation,
"I got you the magazine because I thought you'd like it... " ('Like
hell!' I thought suspiciously. `You got it to seduce me. And cut out
the fake innocence.' But I didn't have enough guts to actually say
anything like that to her) "... but I'm still not sure about your
other question," she was saying. "Are you asking why I'm being nice
to you?"
She seemed a little hurt, but I didn't believe it. I wanted to
say, "No. I'm asking why you're being such a slut with me. Did
Rachael put you up to it? How much is she giving you for this?" But
instead, all I could get up enough courage to say was, "Well...
yeah... " I was whining "... I mean, you've never been this... this
nice to me before and... and, well, I'm a little surprised and... and,
well, I guess I'm just wondering why."
Never missing a beat she replied, "I want you to enjoy
yourself, Al." She lowered her voice and gave me a provocative look
and continued, "I'm just trying to help."
I suddenly noticed that despite my panic and anger, she was
starting to turn me on. She looked so sexy there right in front of me,
and her flirty moves were having their effect. But I forced myself to
ignore that and snapped back sarcastically, "Right. And this is just
all out of your altruistic love for your fellow man."
She was totally unfazed by my anger and her demeanor became
more serious, although no less provocative. She calmly answered, "Not
really. I'm not a self-sacrificing person and I don't do things that
aren't in my own best interest."
I had thought so! Her true nature just came through: tough and
self-serving. I no longer doubted she was in cahoots with Rachael. "So
what _is_ your interest here?" I snapped back. "Surely it's not
because you want... you want... " I started choking on my words,
because I couldn't bring myself to say "want my body", even in the
negative context I was trying to use it. That's how deep my phobia
about making sexual advances is.
She kept her serious, provocative gaze on me and interrupted,
"It doesn't matter what I want - what's important right now is what
_you_ want."
Damn it, she was a pro! I was ambivalent, caught between
wanting to get out of there and wanting to stay and get swept up in
Mary's apparent seduction. If we started focusing on what _I_ want,
she'd use my ambivalence to twist me around her little finger.
I felt desperate to get off of the subject of what I want and
said, "But Mary, it _does_ matter what you want, because... "
She interrupted again. "No, it doesn't matter. I'm _very_
capable of taking care of myself and of getting what I want. You
needn't be concerned about that. All you should think about is what
_you_ want... "
I felt weak and powerless, and I didn't know what to do next.
I was actually trembling with fear and I'm sure she saw it. My panic
increased.
Mary had only paused a second and then went on, "... and I
know what you want, Al." She stared into my eyes for a moment and she
no doubt saw me weaken. I felt a wave of despair as she said, "You
want to see some pictures of naked women," and a wave of sexual
arousal went through me. Her expression told me that she knew then
that I would stay for anything she had to dish out. So much for my vow
to resist her.
She shifted her position on the couch next to me - she got up
on her knees and then sat on her calves facing me. Her skirt was
bunched up a little bit and it rode up an inch or two above her knees.
She reached into the bag, bringing out a `Club' magazine and said, "I
thought you'd like this better than `Penthouse'." She tossed it on my
lap, saying, "It's much sexier."
I had to admit to myself that she knew what she was talking
about. I'd spent many an hour masturbating to the pictures and
pornographic stories in `Club'. This masturbation of mine was quite
private and quite intense: I would get lost in hot fantasies,
sometimes for hours while teasing and stroking my cock, balls, and
body. I felt quite vulnerable and was terrified at the prospect of her
finding out how much I loved to play with myself that way. I was glad
Mary had tossed the magazine on my lap, since I wanted to make sure
she couldn't see the hard-on that was beginning to rise in my pants.
On the cover of the magazine was a very sexy, shapely blonde
woman wearing only a G-string. Her palms covered the fronts of her
bare breasts, but only enough to hide her nipples and not much more.
The crotch of the G-string was a small, frilly, black triangle that
barely covered her pussy. This photo turned me on quite a bit, and I
made a mental note to get a copy of this issue to take back home with
me that night.
Speaking slowly, softly, and deliberately, Mary said, "She
turns you on, doesn't she?"
She startled me and I jumped in my seat. Reflexively I said
no, but Mary just looked at me like she knew I was lying. Her gaze was
strong and unwavering and I broke down and stammered, "Well, yeah, I
like her."
"So let's have a sexual fantasy with her, Al."
I was flabbergasted and I looked up at her with pleading
confusion in my eyes.
"Come on, Al," she shrugged with mock non-chalance, "it'll be
fun."
I was terrified. "Well... I, uh... I don't know... maybe I
shouldn't... "
She ignored my protests. "I love sexual fantasy," she said
cheerfully and with more wholesome-sounding naivete than I could
believe. "Come on, Al, let's have one now. Rachael won't be done for
at least 15 minutes."
"I don't know... how can you be sure that she... "
"I know, Al," she interrupted. "Rachael won't be free until at
least 6:30."
I noticed it was then 6:15. Mary's certainty about this
reinforced my suspicion that Rachael and she were in this together. No
doubt they arranged for me to be alone with Mary until 6:30.
Despite these thoughts, I still found myself wanting to be
seduced. This scared me, as a part of me feared what I was letting
myself in for. The conflict was beginning to drive me crazy. "I don't
know, Mary," I sighed. "I mean... it's nice of you to offer... _very_
nice of you, as a matter of fact... it's just that... well... right
here... is... it's so... so public, and... uh... " I looked down and
let my words trail off. I was paralyzed with indecision and fear.
After letting me sit there like that for a moment, Mary
suddenly said, "Al... " the fake wholesome sweetness was completely
gone from her voice and she spoke with strength and more than a little
sexual power.
I looked up and when our eyes met she continued "... I can
tell you like to have sexual fantasies when looking at magazines like
this... "
I sighed defeatedly. I didn't want her to know that.
"... and I think you'd even like it better with me helping
you."
She waited for my reply, but all I did was sigh and gesture
helplessly. Finally, she went on, her voice low, sultry, and almost
threatening: "You want to... much, much more than you're letting on,
Al. We both know you'd love it."
"Well... I guess so," I murmurred.
"I _know_ so, Al." She paused, boring into me with her gaze.
I squirmed uncomfortably, but finally decided to acquiece to her. What
harm would there be in looking at the magazine, I thought to myself as
I hesitantly nodded my acceptance.
"So look at her, Al," Mary said, the matter now settled. She
pointed to the sexy woman on the cover of the magazine, still on my
lap. "I can tell you like her." Her manner was slow and deliberate,
and she never lowered her eyes from mine. "But don't you want to see
her naked?"
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Al and Mary (MF, cons)[2/4]
Date: 13 Sep 1996 21:30:20 GMT
Chapter Two
I smiled sheepishly and nodded. She saw my reaction but she pretended
not to have noticed it, and she continued, a bit more insistently,
"Wouldn't you like to see her naked breasts, Al? Don't you want to
see her nipples?" She emphasized the word "nipples" and pushed her
chest out slightly. The motion was subtle, but she did it slowly
without lowering her gaze from mine, which made it impossible to
ignore. I couldn't help but lower my eyes to Mary's chest, and I then
noticed that her nipples were erect. I caught myself and quickly
looked back into her eyes, hoping in vain that she didn't see me gaze
at her breasts. But she was just staring at me with a knowing,
confident look that made me gasp.
I suddenly panicked and looked away, down at the magazine,
back at her, off into space, and back at her again. As soon as our
eyes finally met again, she said, always slowly and deliberately, "And
don't you want to see her pussy, Al?"
She paused, staring, and then continued, "Wouldn't you like to
look up between her legs and see her crotch - her naked cunt?"
With those words Mary again made a slow, subtle motion, this
time shifting her weight slightly so that her legs spread apart a
little bit. I found myself looking towards her well-covered crotch as
her hemline rode up maybe a half inch higher on her thighs. But I
couldn't see up her skirt, much as I wanted to.
Again I went into a panic as I realized that she knew I was
staring. I was getting quite scared, but also rather aroused. After
our eyes met again, she said, always slowly and deliberately, "I know
you want to see her, Al. Here... " she picked up the magazine,
revealing the bulge in my pants. She made a point of looking down at
it and then slowly raised her intent gaze back to my eyes. She said
nothing about my erection, but her gestures were enough to let me know
she was aware of it. She continued, "... let me show you where she's
posing nude."
She thumbed through the magazine until she found what she was
looking for, and then she laid it back down on my lap. The model was
in a bedroom setting, totally naked, bending over the top of the
dresser with her ass pointed out at the camera. There was a mirror
behind the dresser which showed the model's naked breasts. She was
looking in the mirror right into the camera with a nasty, lewd
expression on her face. One of her hands was on her ass cheek, pulling
it open.
Never ceasing to speak slowly and deliberately, Mary said,
"Look at her nipples." She paused a moment and continued, "And what an
ass she has! Do you like her ass, Al?"
Mary looked at me, waiting for a reply. I was practically
paralyzed with terror, but I swallowed thickly and managed to force
myself to say, "Yes, I like... it." I couldn't bring myself to say the
words "her ass".
"What a hot fantasy woman for you, Al! Imagine being there
with her... staring at her naked body. She doesn't mind... she wants
you to stare. She's posing for you... right there in front of you...
naked, spreading her ass for you. See how she's looking at you? She
knows how much she's turning you on. She's telling you something, Al.
Do you know what she's saying?"
"Uh... no, um... I... I, uh... " I stammered, nearly unable to
speak but realizing that I was starting to enjoy what Mary was doing
to me - in spite of my nervousness.
"She's telling you she wants you to take out that big, long
cock of yours and jack off for her."
I sighed nervously.
"She wants you to, Al. She knows how much you love to jack off
and she wants to help you. She does, Al. She wants to play with her
ass... to fuck her asshole with her finger... and to look you deeply
in the eyes and talk really dirty to you... to tell you what she's
doing to her herself... to tell you to keep stroking that hot penis of
yours."
Mary paused. I looked up at her, the beads of sweat starting
to drip down my forehead. She stared right through me. I couldn't hold
her gaze and I looked down at the picture and then nervously around
the room.
"Look at her, Al," Mary whispered throatily.
I looked back down at the picture, and she said, "I bet you
love jacking off to photos like this."
I gasped and went into a panic, stammering idiotic-sounding
denials: "No, uh... not really... I mean... well, it's not... I... "
She softly but firmly interrupted me, just saying "Al" and
staring at me. I stopped my yammering and she continued, a bit more
deliberately and intensely, "You love how it feels to squeeze and
stroke your cock while looking at her, don't you, Al?"
I started my protests again, but before I could say much she
cut me off: "Don't deny it, Al. I know you do." She stared at me,
waiting for a reply.
I sighed and tried to deny what she was saying, "Mary... it's
not what you think... really it isn't... I mean, I guess I
sometimes... well... Mary, damnit, this is so difficult... don't you
understand that... "
She cut me off in mid sentence, ignoring everything I was
trying to say. "Your long penis feels so good when it hardens in your
hand, doesn't it, Al?"
Damn her! But I was paralyzed with fear. I hadn't wanted her
to know about my masturbation, and I felt totally demoralized to see
how much she was able to infer. All I could do was stare at her with
my mouth open, my semi-hard cock twitching under the magazine on my
lap. Despite my fear I was intensely aroused and mesmerized by her.
She continued, slowly and deliberately, never lowering her
gaze from my eyes, "Yeah, you love feeling it get hard as you stroke
it. You tickle your balls with the fingers of your other hand. You
spread your legs wide and you thrust your hips in rhythm... in rhythm
to the way you squeeze your prick with your fist. It's all covered
with oil and you slide your hand up and down your burning, hard shaft
as you pump your wet, spurting cum all over her ass."
I was trembling and nervously fidgeting under her gaze. After
a pause of a couple seconds she continued, "You love to do that, Al,
don't you?"
I looked down sheepishly. She quietly said, "Look at me, Al."
I looked back up into her eyes and she continued insistently, but
still slowly: "You love making sperm come out of your penis, don't
you?"
I murmurred, barely audibly, "Well, I... "
She interrupted, even more insistently, "Yes you do, Al. You
love shooting it out all over the place. And you like to watch your
penis as your semen spurts out. You stare at that creamy, white, thick
sperm all over your penis, slowly, thickly oozing down all over it.
Your sweet penis gets so wet and slippery, and you love playing with
your sperm on you... rubbing your fingertips in it, smearing it into
your soft, slippery penis." Another slight pause. "You do that, don't
you, Al?"
I was almost beyond resisting. She had me mesmerized and quite
aroused. I managed to feebly protest, "Well... no... but I guess...
well, some of what you said, anyway, but... "
"All of it," she corrected. "Every thing I described. Don't
deny it," she said over more of my protests. "You can hardly wait to
get home, open up the magazine to this picture, and take out your cock
and jack off - just like I just described. Don't deny it, Al. I know
you can hardly stop thinking about what your sperm is going to look
and feel like all over your dick when you make yourself cum."
"Mary, please... " I protested feebly, the words choking in my
throat.
"It's OK, Al. I understand." She spoke more softly and kindly.
"Really, Al. Now listen to me."
She paused and I looked at her to hear what she had to say.
"You're embarrassed and scared of what I know about you," she
continued. "Most men don't like women to know that they like to
masturbate. They think it makes them less virile and macho. Well, Al,
I don't care about any of that. Whatever you like to do to yourself is
just fine with me, believe me."
I nodded, although I was quite skeptical. She went on, "So Al,
I understand how nervous you are that I know about your masturbation,
but I assure you I won't tell anyone. Not a single person, Al. I
promise."
She seemed sincere, but I didn't trust her. I'm sure my
skepticism showed on my face, because she continued, "No, Al. Really.
I really mean it. I give you my most solemn assurance that I'll keep
my word and never betray you." Her voice became an intimate whisper:
"It'll be our secret, Al - our intimate, totally private little
secret."
She leaned forward and touched my arm. "I'm glad I know some
of your private pleasures, Al," she whispered. "It's so special, so
exciting to have someone with whom you can share your forbidden
secrets."
She moved really close and whispered very, very softly while
staring into my eyes. "Such sweet secrets, Al: all alone at home, nude
on your bed, your eyes closed, your penis all covered with oil. It
feels _so_ good to slide your fist up and down your slippery, hard
shaft... ohhhhh, so _good_... imagining that woman in the magazine...
that nude woman... standing over you... making you jack off for her...
making you pump out all your sperm... such intimate, hot, _nasty_
secrets, Al."
All the while I was staring, dumbfounded. She put her arms
around my neck and said, "You love your sperm, Al," as she slowly
brought her lips to mine and kissed me long and deeply.
After she was finished she breathed, "Yeah, you _do_ love your
your sperm, Al... and your penis. It's OK. Don't worry, baby, it's our
secret. Your sperm... " she kissed me "... and your _sweet_ penis... "
she kissed me again "... are our private... " another kiss "...
intimate... " and another "... hot... " and still another "... _nasty_
little secret."
With that she pushed me back down on the couch with her on top
of me, this time hotly embracing me and squirming on me as she pushed
her tongue down my throat and passionately kissed me for at least a
minute or two straight. At first I resisted, however feebly, but soon
I was tightly embracing her, fondling her ass, and grinding my cock
against her willing groin.
After I was drunk and dizzy with desire she stopped and got up
off of me. As I panted and slowly dragged myself up off my back, I
noticed that Mary seemed totally unfazed. She was quite calm and
collected as she said, "Take off your clothes and masturbate for me,
Al."
Still recovering my wits, all I could do was feebly grunt an
incoherent protest, which Mary brushed aside with, "I like having a
man jack off in front of me."
She gave me a slight leer and paused to let her words sink in.
I would willingly masturbate for her, but not here... not with Rachael
around. I was almost started crying. "But Mary... " I stammered,
choking on the words, "... please not here... I'm so... I'm so...
well, I'm kinda scared and... "
"You're more than `kinda' scared, Al: you're terrified." I
swallowed and nodded. It was all I could do. She continued, "I want
you that way."
I looked up at her, surprised and pained. "It turns you on
when you're scared, Al," she went on, ignoring my pleading gaze.
"Being scared makes you _more_ turned on. Right?" I looked down and
mumbled that she was probably right. "Don't deny it, Al. You _want_
this... " she paused until I looked up into her hard gaze and then she
continued, "... you want this very, _very_ badly, Al."
As she said that she put her hands on her breasts and slowly
lowered them down the sides of her body, her eyes boring through me.
"Feel the fear, Al," she said after her hands reached her thighs. She
got up on her knees and leaned a little closer to me, saying, "Sex
scares you, Al." She grasped each of my shoulders and moved her face
closer to mine. She licked her lips lewdly and demonicly, and then
said, breathing huskily, "I want you terrified, Al." She cupped my
cheeks in her hands and moved still closer, licking her lips,
breathing heavy, moaning, and making facial expressions as if she was
fucking me or masturbating. I'd never seen anyone act so lewd and
intensely arousing. My cock was hard in my pants. She then said, "So
scared... and so _hot_ Al! Feel the fear. Feel how hot you are."
She continued for a few more moments with this and then said,
"I've barely gotten started, Al. This is just the beginning." She sat
back and looked down at my lap. My erect cock bulged up in my pants.
"And look how hard I've got you already."
She looked back into my eyes and said, "Take off your pants
and jack off for me."
I really didn't want to do it right there in the office with
Rachael in the next room. "But Mary," I pleaded. "Not here... not with
Rachael... "
She interrupted, "Rachael won't come in. She'll buzz me on the
phone first. Don't worry. I meant it when I said I wouldn't betray
your secret. She'll call and I'll just tell her you're in the
bathroom... " she paused for emphasis "... pissing." She hissed out
the word and then licked her lips.
She paused for a moment, staring, and then continued, "It
wouldn't be far from the truth, you know." Another pause. "I mean...
if you _were_ in the bathroom, you'd be holding your cock and watching
your hot _piss_ stream out - and that's what you're going to be doing
here, Al - except it won't be piss, of course."
She got up and went to the chair across from me and sat in it,
facing me. She said, just as slowly and deliberately as ever, "Now
masturbate for me." I still did nothing, and she continued calmly, "I
know you want to." A short pause. "You've been staring at my breasts
all night." Another pause. "I'm going to play with them while you
jack off." Always staring into my eyes, she slowly unbuttoned her
blouse and let it hang open. She raised her hands to her breasts and
slowly began to caress and tease them.
"Touch your dick, Al," she said, but I still tried to protest.
"Tease it... tickle it... come on... I know you love how it feels in
your hand. Don't you want to hold your penis, Al? Look at my nipples
- all erect and hard like that hard meat of yours. I know how
sensitive your penis gets when it's hard like this. Come on, Al," she
begged mockingly, still squeezing and caressing her breasts as she
stared into my eyes. "I know how badly you want to slide your hand up
and down that rigid prick of yours... milking pleasure into it...
milking the cum out... _squeeeeezing_ it so good like you love to do."
I still was struggling between wanting to run away and hide
and taking out my cock and furiously stroking it for her, and I did
nothing. She stopped rubbing her breasts and said, "Maybe I should
show you how to do it, Al." She reached into her purse and brought out
a rubber, two-headed dildo. Its color, texture, and look were quite
lifelike, although it was at least a foot long. She put it down next
to her on the chair and then unzipped her skirt about halfway up and
opened it wide.
Never lowering her gaze from my eyes, she slowly spread her
legs, exposing her naked crotch, and she said, "I took my panties off
when I went out to get you your jack-off book, Al. Look at my hairy
cunt." I noticed that she wasn't a real blonde, but it didn't matter.
The sight of the dark pubic hair covering her moist pussy really
turned me on.
She picked up the dildo and held it out for me to see. "This
is _my_ penis," she said in her slow, deliberate manner. "Watch me
play with it." With that she grasped it around the shaft with her two
hands so that both of its heads were visible. She slowly lowered it
down her body, rubbing one of the heads against her breasts and
nipples, and then her stomach, groin, and to her pussy. All this time
she kept intensely, seductively gazing into my eyes. I was mesmerized
by her.
She then positioned one of its heads between her legs, and
holding it completely still with the other head pointed out at me, she
pushed it inside of her by slowly grinding and gyrating her hips.
Keeping a firm grasp on it with both hands, she began to fuck herself
with it solely by moving her body - not the dildo. Never lowering her
gaze from my eyes, she slowly and deliberately bumped and grinded, the
now moist end of the dildo pushing rhythmically, hotly, and
hypnotically in and out of her grasping pussy. After a short while,
she increased the pace of her gyrations, but not too fast and still
very deliberately so as to maximize the effect she was having on me as
I watched her.
All the while she kept her eyes glued to mine, and I found it
more and more difficult to resist stroking my cock as I watched her
sexily writhe before me, the dildo sliding in and out of her thrusting
crotch. Soon she said, "Look at my cock, Al. See it sliding in and
out of my cunt." With that she lifted herself up slightly so that only
the head of was in her, and she rotated her hips, making the dildo
bend and squirm. She said, "Oooooooh, _fuck_ me!" and sat back down so
that the dildo slid way up in her. She repeated that sequence a few
times, each time making me less and less able to resist touching and
squeezing my own cock.
Then, she stopped and let go of the end. About half of the
dildo was in her, leaving about 6 inches or so sticking out. The
lifelike dildo looked like a cock sticking out of her. She just sat
there for a minute so I could stare at her.
Then, she squirmed out of her blouse and stood up, unzipping
her skirt the rest of the way and tossing it on the chair behind her.
She was totally naked now except for her high-heeled shoes and the end
of the dildo sticking out of her. "Look at my cock, Al," she said,
reaching down with one hand and lightly tickling the shaft and head of
the dildo with her fingers. "It's so sexy, isn't it?"
It indeed was, but as soon as I realized that, a wave of fear
shot through me: that penis-like thing turned me on, and I suddenly
worried about being gay. This homophobic fear had a strange effect on
me: it aroused me intensely - much, much more than I could sublimate
or deny. The more I realized how much I liked looking at that penis,
the more aroused I became in my fear. My cock grew rigid and pushed
the front of my pants out noticibly.
Mary seemed to be aware of the effect this was having on me.
"Look at my penis, Al," she said. She moved her hips from side to
side, causing the cock to shake, too. Watching it wiggle, I felt a
palpable surge pulsate through my penis and groin. I'd never before
experienced such a pronounced reaction in my penis without touching
it. It felt as if I could almost cum just from watching Mary sexily
making her penis-like thing move for me. This homosexual response
scared the hell out of me, and my arousal grew with my anxiety.
"Let's touch our cocks together, Al," Mary was saying. "Come
on," she said with a seductive, mock-pleading tone, "Don't you want to
get nude with me and rub our penises together?"
I was beyond speech by this point. Besides, I'm sure Mary
intended it to be a rhetorical question.
"I want to touch the head of your dick with mine," she
continued. "Ohhhh, yeah - so good, so hot - right on the tip where
your sperm comes out... yeah! Just sorta... _push_ `em together... "
She moved her hips to illustrate how she was going to push. Another
spasm went through my penis and groin, this time causing me to close
my eyes and moan sharply with pleasure.
"Oh _yeah_ Al," she panted seductively. "Feels so damn good
inside your dick, eh? Well this ain't nothin', Al. We've barely gotten
started."
I smiled weakly.
"Now get up and get nude," she demanded suddenly. "_Now_ Al!"
she ordered, when she saw that I was still hesitating. I was no longer
able to do anything but obey her. As I nervously fumbled with my
shoes, socks, pants, shirt and finally my underwear, Mary was saying,
"I want to rub the head of my cock down your shaft... yeah... to your
balls... oh yeah, it feels so good to rub our penises together... I'll
push my head right there on the base of your cock... right there where
the bottom of your penis meets your balls... I'll rub it right there,
right where you first feel your cum flowing up the inside of your
dick... push a little there... then slide it back up the underside of
your penis to right under the rim... on the bottom there right where
it meets your shaft... and push on it there a little, too... "
She removed the dildo, turned it around, and put it back
inside of her with the heads reversed. The one that was previously in
her was now pointing at me - I could see it shine with her juices.
"It's all wet now, Al. My hot penis is all wet and slippery
for you... so slippery against your dick, Al. Come on, damn it!" she
said insistently, "Hurry up and take off those underpants and come
over here," her voice was filled with seductive, mock urgency. "I
can't stand it any more - hurry up and let me rub my hot, wet dick
against yours... yeah... so slippery and throbbing... oh hurry... rub
your cock on mine... PLEASE!"
I was finally out of my clothes and I stumbled to her... I was
dizzy with lust and couldn't stand well. "You're too tall for me," she
hissed, as she stood up on her toes and pretended to be surprised that
our penises still could barely touch. "My dick won't reach yours,
damnit! Lie down on the floor... on your back... I want to kneel over
you and rub _dicks_", lewdly emphasizing the word "dicks" by leeringly
licking her lips as she hissed out the word.
I was on my back in a flash and she was soon straddling me on
all fours, her dildo poised right above my rigid, throbbing penis.
Lowering it down against mine, she did pretty much what she said she
would: first she pushed its head against mine and bounced very, very
slightly. The sensations made me gasp so loudly it was almost a yell.
She then just started moving her hips from side to side,
causing the dildo to rub and glide against my penis. Our shafts would
meet and the slippery sensations drove me wild. While she did this,
she was rhythmically speaking in a low, chanting, seductive whisper:
"... ohhhhh... rub it... yeah... so hot... the shaft... oh, oh!...
yeah... slippery hot penis against mine... your big penis... look at
our penises, Al... yeah... so hot... makes you spasm... yeah... penis
spasm... yeah... such a long hard dick, Al... rub our dicks
together... please!... oh, yeah... you love dicks so much, Al... oh
yeah... my dick makes you so hot... so long and hard... throbbing... "
She then leaned down and rested her chest on mine, holding my
arms down with hers. But she was still kneeling, her ass up in the air
and her dildo still rubbing against my increasingly aroused cock.
Rubbing her breasts against my chest as well, and looking me deep in
the eye from just a few inches away, she said with a mock pout, "Oh
baby, my dick is getting dry." It indeed was. "Make it wet for me,
honey. Please! Please cum on my dick." She moved so that the head of
her dildo was at the base of my cock and its shaft was against my
balls. Slowly sliding the head of her penis-thing up the length of my
shaft, she moaned, "I want your _sperm_ all over my big, long, huge,
throbbing DICK!"
Just as she said "DICK", the head of her dildo reached that
spot she described on the underside of my penis, right where the shaft
meets the rim. With that, I felt the first hot, burning load of semen
flowing up my penis and exploding out of the head. As spasm after
spasm of cum gushed out of me, Mary kept lightly pushing and sliding
her dildo all over my penis.
"Oh yeah!" she was panting in time with my spasms and moans.
"Gimme your sperm, Al. All over my hot dick. Yeah! Cum all over my
penis, Al. Ohhhh, so wet and hot. Yeah! More! Such a hot penis... such
a turnon for you to see and feel my penis all over yours... oh yeah...
you love my penis... you love looking at it... you love feeling it...
and you really love cumming all over it... oh, what a sweet penis boy
you are!"
As I came, I closed my eyes, arched my back, and tried to push
my cock up against Mary's dildo. But she kept wiggling and sliding it
all over my penis, which teasingly kept me yearning for more. Even
after I was spent, I felt like I hadn't really finished. I yearned to
squeeze my cock in my fist and tightly pump it to satisfaction as I
was accustomed to doing when masturbating, but Mary was leaning on my
arms and I couldn't move them.
After a while, I had drifted into a pleasant, post-orgasmic
daze. In the back of my mind I felt Mary get up off of me, but I was
half asleep and just lay there. As I sleepily reflected on Mary's
expert attentions, I noticed that every time I pictured her with the
penis-like dildo sticking out of her, I'd become aware of a faraway
feeling of arousal. I'd experience the same feeling when visualizing
my own cock. Somehow, Mary had gotten me to be much more interested in
and focused on penises than I had ever been before.
I still had a homophobic reaction to all this, but I managed
to rationalize it away by telling myself that being turned on by my
_own_ penis isn't homosexual, nor is being turned on by a woman with a
fake penis.
"Don't fall asleep, Al."
Mary's voice startled me from my reverie. I shook myself awake
and looked up. She was holding her blouse in her hand and had already
put her skirt back on, and she stood over me, her naked breasts
hanging over my head.
She jiggled them and laughed slightly, as if thinking of a
private joke, and then asked, "How does your penis feel?"
I reflexively looked at it, noticing the semen all over it and
my groin. The sight of it sent another vague sensation of arousal
through me, and for a second I just stared at it. I really liked
looking at it. Suddenly, I remembered that Mary had asked me a
question. I quickly looked back up at her and said, "Oh... uh, wow! It
feels _really_ good!"
Although I had only paused a second, Mary must have noticed my
reaction to seeing my cock, because she ignored my reply and said,
"See how much it turns you on now, Al? I doubt that the sight of your
penis ever got you _this_ hot before." She paused and wiggled her
breasts again. "And don't worry, Al," she continued. "This'll be our
secret. Our hot, _nasty_ little secret."
As she spoke, Mary began to lightly rub and twist her nipples
with her fingers. I stared raptly at her as she did this. "They'd
feel really good on your balls... " she continued, "... and in your
ass hole. I'd like to fuck you in the ass with my nipple, Al."
As I kept staring, she silently continued to play with her
nipples above me until after a minute or so she suddenly stopped and
said, "Now you'd better get dressed. Rachael should be off her phone
call any minute now. Here," she said, reaching into her purse and
tossing me her panties, "wipe your cum off of yourself with these."
I again snapped out of my reverie, dragged myself upright, and
wiped off my semen as best I could. She took the panties back when I
was done, saying with a wink, "I'll keep these for you, Al. Later on
we'll have some more fun with them."
"Uh, oh, OK," I mumbled absently and started dressing. I felt
exhausted and quite fuzzy-headed, and I became quite nervous about my
meeting with Rachael. I couldn't think clearly enough to negotiate
well, and I was extremely worried about the likely possibility that
Rachael put Mary up to her seduction of me. I felt out of control and
vulnerable. continued in part three
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Al and Mary (MF, cons)[3/4]
Date: 13 Sep 1996 21:30:55 GMT
Chapter Three
Suddenly, Mary's statements sunk in a little: she seemed to be
saying that she had more in store for me. As I buttoned my shirt and
tied my tie, I asked, "Uh, Mary, uh - you kind of implied that...
that, well... that there's more stuff we could do... I mean, I _think_
that's what it sounded like... "
She was buttoning her blouse. "You want more?" she asked,
sounding cold and detached, but with a hint of invitation in her voice
- a bit like a whore fishing for more business.
"Well... yeah... I, uh... I mean, I'd _like_ to... to maybe do
some more with you... I mean... I mean if you want to... uh, you
seemed to imply that... "
"Well, Al," she interrupted, somewhat more warmly but still
with unmistakable whorishness, "I'm sure we can work something out...
under the right circumstances I'm willing to do a whole lot more with
you." She smiled and her voice became more friendly. "But for now,
hurry up and get dressed," she continued. "We can discuss it later -
I'm not going anywhare. You should go into the bathroom and clean up
a little. I'll tell Rachael you'll be right back if she calls. Now
hurry... and unlock the door so you can get back in."
I was still too dazed to think very clearly, so I just
followed Mary's orders and went into the bathroom to wash up. Once
there, I noticed that I didn't look as dissheveled as I had feared. My
clothes had stayed pretty much unwrinkled because I'd taken them off
before getting down on the floor, and all I had to do was wash my face
and comb down my hair before I looked more or less normal.
The cold water on my face helped to get me back to an
acceptable level of lucidity, and I was then able to reflect on
everything that had happened since I arrived. I began to fear my
meeting with Rachael - if she and Mary were working together on this,
I reflected, who knows what she'd lay on me in this meeting.
Actually, I had a way out - I could just go home right then,
skipping out on the meeting. The thought was tempting, but not as
tempting as Mary, who had seemed to promise further sex with me. Her
whorish attitude led me to wonder if perhaps she was some sort of
hooker. I actually hoped she was, because I had more confidence that I
could get what I want from a woman if it's for money than for any
other reason. The prospect of somehow arranging more hot sex with Mary
after my meeting with Rachael was the only thing that kept me from
running away. Besides, I was feeling well enough to go through with
the negotiations - or so I told myself as I walked back to the office
to face Rachael.
Back in the agency, Mary told me that Rachael was done and
would meet me in the conference room. She led through the main office
into a corridor, her hips swaying seductively as usual. As I followed
her, I pictured the conference room as one of those that are typically
found in small offices such as this one: a room slightly larger than a
large office with a table and a few chairs, and perhaps an overhead
projector or something similar.
So I was quite surprised when Mary unlocked a door at the end
of the corridor and motioned me to follow her inside. The conference
room indeed had a table and chairs, and even an overhead projector in
a corner, but it was much bigger - and much plusher - than I expected.
It was more elegantly decorated than any conference room I had ever
seen, even in the biggest of corporations. If it wasn't for the long
table taking up maybe half of the room, it would have looked more like
a plush living room in an expensive home than a conference room.
I gaped at the thick carpeting, the overstuffed chairs, the
lamps, the two large couches, the wide-screen TV, and especially the
bar against one wall.
"What's the matter?" Mary asked, a playful expression on her
face. "You don't approve?"
"No, not at all. Of course I approve," I replied. "I'm
actually quite impressed. I've never seen a conference room - or
anything in a corporate office - quite like this. It's... it's... "
"Elegant?" she offered.
"Quite so," I replied.
"Well, Rachael believes in treating her clients right." Mary
turned and winked at me, reinforcing my fears that she and Rachael
were in this thing together. "Now Rachael will be here in a minute, so
just sit down and make yourself comfortable." She turned and started
walking out.
"Uh, Mary," I called out. She turned seductively to face me as
she reached the door.
"Yeah?" she purred.
"Well, uh, I'd like to... to talk to you about... well,
about... " My voice trailed off as my shyness returned. I wanted to
discuss the possibility of further sexual adventures with her. As
usual, I found it nearly impossible to bring the subject up.
"Don't worry, Al," she interrupted, reassuringly. "I'm not
going anywhere, and we'll have plenty of time to talk. Now just make
yourself comfortable and Rachael will be right in." With that she
turned her back to me, pulled her skirt up, wiggled her naked ass at
me while winking over her shoulder, and flounced out the door as her
skirt fell back down.
Although I was sexually spent, at least for the moment, this
still was able to cause a faraway sexual reaction in me. I sat down
and took a few deep breaths. I didn't want to be distracted during my
negotiations with Rachael, and I wanted to get them over with quickly
and get back to Mary.
A minute later the door opened and in walked Rachael. Now,
even though I had spoken to her previously on the phone, I wasn't
prepared for how young she looked. From her demeanor and the fact that
she was the owner of this agency, I expected someone maybe in her mid
to late 40's, or possibly even older. But Rachael looked around 35 or
so - and a very attractive 35 at that. She had medium-length,
expensively styled red hair, a sensuous and attractive face, was maybe
5'6" or 5'7", and had a really nice figure. Her hips and bust were
full, but neither was too large, and I noticed she had really nice
legs. She wore an obviously expensive business suit, but one that
showed off her body to good advantage.
I stood up and we shook hands, and she said, "Well, Al. I'm
glad you could make it on such short notice. I really wanted to have a
chance to try to persuade you to stay with us."
I liked her forthrightness. "Well, I'm glad, too. Although the
new offer is a really good one, I like my current job... " thoughts of
Mary went through my mind and I added, "... and I especially like this
agency. I'd like to try to work something out so I could stay with
you."
"Well, it looks like we have the same goals tonight," she said
as she motioned me to be seated. I sat back where I was before: on the
couch to the far right against the arm rest. She chose the seat next
to the couch that was facing at 90 degrees to it. This put her left
leg about three inches from my right one.
"But before we start, Al," she continued, "Let me tell you a
little bit about me and about my agency."
"OK," I replied cheerfully.
She told me how she built this agency up all by herself into
what it now is - a $10 million a year agency that supplies temporary
office help and high-level consulting services to major corporations.
She's the sole owner of the company and that there is no debt, and
there was well-deserved pride in her voice when she told me that.
I told her how impressed I was at how well she had done, and
she received the compliment graciously and seemingly gratefully as
well. With that, she sat back comfortably and gazed pleasantly at me.
I was a bit at a loss for words, so I just looked around the room,
trying not to let my nervousness show.
"So, do you like our conference room?" she asked after I had
begun to get quite uncomfortable with the silence.
"Yes, I do," I replied, grateful for her converstaional
opening. "I've been in lots of companies, but I don't think I've ever
seen a conference room as elegant as this one."
"Well, I want my clients to be comfortable," she replied. "I
think that the proper atmosphere can really be conducive to good
business relations. Don't you think so?"
"Well, I guess so," I answered. "I just think this is really
nice - and I wish more businesses would take the time to do things
like this."
"Well, they used to do that a lot more, say 20 or 30 years
ago," she replied. "But nowadays everyone's in it for the fast buck
and they don't like to spend money on such niceties. That's why this
country is going down the shithole so fast these days, I think."
I was a bit taken aback at her use of the word "shithole," not
because such language shocks me or because I think it's unladylike or
anything, but because it seemed a bit out of character with the
elegant, refined image she had been conveying up until then.
But more than that, I was impressed with her views about
American business and about the decline of the U.S.A. I share her
views and I have a hard time finding people who agree with me or are
even willing to discuss them. I guess most Americans can't cope with
the reality that the good ol' American dream is pretty much dead - or
at least in a rather advanced, comatose state.
So, her comment sparked me to start talking about my opinions,
and pretty soon we were in a rather animated conversation about this
topic. As we talked I became more and more comfortable with her and
started to like her quite a bit. She was smart, perceptive, witty, and
quite sexy. I often found myself staring at her legs which were
crossed right in front of me, and I couldn't help but notice her body,
which seemed relaxed and loose under her clothes. Most women in
business seemed so stiff and uptight, and Rachael's apparent
comfortableness with her body was a striking change from that.
As we continued to chat, I began to notice that Rachael was
acting quite businesslike and I saw no evidence that she had any
knowledge of Mary's antics. This made me wonder if perhaps I was wrong
about Rachael having something to do with Mary's behavior. Maybe
Mary's actions had nothing to do with Rachael wanting me to stay with
the agency. At any rate, I began to feel better about dealing with
Rachael as we continued to talk.
After a few minutes of this, I had all but forgotten about
Mary. Those few times she intruded into my consciousness, I just
dismissed the thought about her with a reminder to myself that she
would still be there when I was done here. I found myself drawn to
Rachael, but in a different way than I was drawn to Mary. She was
sexually attractive to me, but in a less blatant and more refined
manner than Mary was. She wasn't doing anything that could be labelled
as flirtatious, and didn't seem to be intentionally trying to arouse
me - at least not in the way that Mary had done. Rachael was just
behaving like a confident, refined woman who knows she's beautiful and
who always does her best to show off her charms.
We were long done with the subject of the decline of American
values, and our conversation had meandered into many related areas:
art, politics, current events, literature, etc. Finally, it was
Rachael who got us back on course.
"You really are a stimulating conversationalist, Al," she
said, sending a shiver of arousal through me as I savored the
compliment. "But as much as I'd love to continue this with you, we
have some business to attend to, I'm afraid."
"Yeah, I know," I sighed. "I guess we need to see if we can
reach an agreement about my rates that would allow me to stay with
your agency." I vowed that I wasn't going to let her charm me into
settling for less than what I wanted, although I had to admit myself
that her ample charms would be hard to resist.
"Uh-huh," she said cheerfully. "So, Al, what would make you
want to stay with us?"
"More money," I smiled.
She smiled back. "How much more money, Al?"
With that, we lept into the negotiations. The new contract
paid me $200 a day more than my current one. Although the headhunter
had told me that Rachael wouldn't give me that much of a raise, I
asked her for it anyway. Sure enough, she replied that she couldn't
afford that much and offered me much less. I rejected that offer and
we fell into some old-fashioned horse trading.
After a while, Rachael gave me what she said was her final
offer: we'd split the difference, and I'd get a $100/day raise. Now,
this was enough for me, and I was more or less willing to accept.
However, I didn't want to seem to eager, and I really wanted to get
away from her and think about it alone before I made my final
decision. So, I told her I was leaning towards accepting, but I wasn't
sure.
With that, she said, "I understand, Al. You need time. But I
want to help you make up your mind."
This sounded like perhaps she was going to kick in some more
money, so I smiled and gave her an inquisitive but encouraging glance.
"I know you're having a hard time with this, Al," she said,
speaking slowly and carefully and watching me very closely. "I realize
that money isn't the only thing that's motivating you here."
I'd heard this kind of thing before: my negotiating partner
would try to use the "money isn't everything" argument to make me feel
guilty about being greedy and thereby to beat me down on price. I knew
how to handle it.
"You're right, it's not, Rachael," I countered. "I have to
weigh the money with all the other intangibles. It's a decision only I
can make - alone. That's why I need to sleep on it."
"Of course," she replied, unfazed. "You said you're leaning
towards accepting my offer of $100 less a day to stay with us. You
obviously have priorities other than pure greed. That's admirable."
Always beware of compliments during negotions, I reminded
myself. "Thanks," I said politely but looking back at her with
resolve. "I'm glad you understand."
"Oh, I do, Al," she replied calmly. "But there's one thing I
still _don't_ quite understand."
"OK," I replied, wondering what she was up to. "What's that?"
"What is it about us that would make you want to give up $100
a day?" she asked, with mock innocence.
I realized that she had me. I had to admit to myself that the
only reason I was even considering her offer was because I liked how
she and Mary were making me feel. How could I admit that to her? I
tried to come up with a plausible-sounding explanation at the spur of
the moment. "Well," I said nervously, "I... uh, I'm just, well...
well, _comfortable_ with this agency and... and you've always treated
me well and... and, well, I guess it's not always easy to make a
change. The fact that this is a known situation is worth something to
me, I guess."
I realized that if I wasn't careful, she'd have me agreeing to
her terms right there on the spot, so I quickly added, "But you know,
it's a hard choice. That's why I need the time tonight to sleep on it
and think it over."
"Of course," she replied. "I understand perfectly why you'd
need time. I already told you that I understand that. But I'm still a
bit confused, Al. I hope you don't mind me asking you about this. I
don't mean to pry or anything."
She paused a moment as if wanting a response, so I nervously
replied, "Oh, no... it's OK." It _wasn't_ OK, but the reply just came
out of me before I could think.
She nodded and continued. "I'm still confused. Would you
really give up $100 a day just for some familiarity and comfort? I
mean, that's more than $25,000 a year."
"Well, yeah... " I stammered, feeling trapped.
She kept on. "And so there must be something else, Al. That's
a lot of money."
She was taking a big risk with this line of questioning. I
could easily say that she was right, that come to think of it, $100 a
day really _isn't_ enough. I could then thank her for opening my eyes
and reject her offer. But somehow I knew that she was aware of that
risk and was confident that I wouldn't do that.
"Yes, it is a lot money," I replied, helplessly trying to
think of a way out and stalling with that non-committal reply.
"So what is it, Al? What do we have to offer here for you
that's worth the money you're considering giving up?" She was
outwardly kind but coldly unwavering.
"Well, Rachael, it's hard to say," I prevaricated. "It's sort
of... of a feeling I have, I guess. It's... it's hard to put my finger
on... just a feeling - you know?"
"What kind of feeling?" She kept on pushing.
"Oh... I don't know... just... just a... just an intangible
kind of... it's hard to say, Rachael." I was desperate.
"That's why I... I need time to... need time alone to think
about it... you know, to try to understand it better before I finally
decide. Sometimes I... I need to... well, how can I say this?... uh,
sometimes I get feelings that I should do something and then later on
regret it. It's a problem with me. That's why I need to... to think
it over some more. You understand, don't you?" I pleaded.
"Yes, Al, I _do_ understand," she replied kindly. "I don't
mean to put you on the spot. I'll back off."
"Oh, that's OK," I replied, the words practically gushing out
of me. I was off the hook and I felt relieved. "I'm just sorry I can't
give you a more timely answer," I continued magnanimously.
"No, Al, I really do understand, and I couldn't expect a
better answer from you." She was all sweetness and friendliness. "In
fact, I should apologize to you, as well. I put you on the spot even
though I understood perfectly what was motivating you. I sometimes get
pushy in spite of what's best for me... and for the situation. It's a
fault I still need to work on."
"Oh, that's OK, Rachael. You don't need to apolgize for that."
I was filled with sweetness myself, partly from relief at being let
off the hook, partly because Rachael was being so nice, and partly
because I sensed our discussion was coming to an end and I was looking
forward to more fun with Mary. "But if you insist on apologizing," I
continued, "I certainly accept it."
"Well, thank you, Al," she replied graciously and seemingly
with sincere feeling. "You're most gracious, but that doesn't change
the fact that my pushing you was still uncalled for. I knew from the
beginning that the main reason you were seriously considering my offer
was because of how sexually turned on I'm getting you."
Shit! This whole line of discussion was a skillfully laid trap
for me that Rachael had set, and I had fallen right into it. I was
visibly shaken when she sprung it on me, and I swore to myself and
started to make a feeble protest.
"Oh, there's no use denying it," she continued, cutting me
off. "I know I'm a very attractive woman, and I can clearly see the
reactions I'm having on you."
"Rachael," I protested, visibly in pain. "It's really... I
mean... it's not what you think, and... "
"No, Al. It's exactly what I think." She was kind but firm.
"But don't worry. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I don't think
anything's wrong with that. It's a normal reaction on your part... "
she said, giving me a sly look. Then she continued, "... especially
considering that it's exactly the reaction I wanted you to have."
"Oh," I said, sullenly and with a bit of venom. "Wonderful.
I'm so glad to know that," I spat. So perhaps my original suspicions
were correct after all about her and Mary.
"Don't take it so hard, Al. It's nothing personal," she said
coolly but still with kindness in her voice. "This is business. I make
a lot of money off of you here, and I want you to stay."
"Well," I said, feeling a strange calmness come over me,
presumably because things were now more out in the open. "I guess I
can understand it from your point of view - sort of. But, well, I
mean, I'm not used to... to, well... " I was resentful and feeling
bold "... to someone prostituting themselves in this kind of business
deal."
I wanted the words to sting, but to my dismay, Rachael was
totally unfazed. "That's no big deal to me, Al. You see, I _am_ a
prostitute."
I assumed that she meant that she acknowledged that she used
sex to win business deals. "Well, in that sense, many women are, I
guess. But what I was trying to say was... "
I was looking to make the insult more pointed, but she cut me
off. "No, Al. I don't think you do understand. I really _am_ a
prostitute. You know, a hooker: I make money by performing sexual
acts."
I was shocked. This was totally unexpected. "But, but...
how... ?" My sentence trailed off into nothingness.
"I told you how I built this business up. Well, what I didn't
tell you was that I've been a hooker since I was 17. I always hated
pimps and I managed to always work on my own. It was hard, but I don't
give up easily, and by the time I was 21 I was pulling in over $5000 a
week. That was quite a bit back then. I'm really good."
All I could say was, "Uh, you must be."
"Very, _very_ good, Al. So after a while I had worked myself
up to being a very expensive, very high-class call girl. Although I
was able to stay clear of any pimps, I still had to work through
escort agencies. I made a good living, but I didn't like the agency
getting its big cut. So three of the girls and I started our own
agency. We did quite well, but after a few years I wanted more. Plus,
the escort business is really a hassle. It's too visible. So, I hit
upon the idea of starting this legitimate business as a front. I had a
lot of money in the bank, so I started up this agency as a temporary
secretarial service. I sent girls out on straight assignments, and I
also used it as a front for the other kinds of services we provided."
So that explained Mary, I thought to myself.
Rachael was going on with her story. "Pretty soon I was making
as much on the straight business as I was with the other stuff, so I
expanded and went big-time, placing consultants like you as well as
the run-of-the-mill office help. I now pull in over $10 million a
year, and most of the people who work through me have no idea about
the other side of the business. My contacts as a call-girl get me
right to the top of most of the major corporations, and the men are
happy to hire my people - both for office services and for the other
services I perform. I've had this business now for over 8 years, and
although I keep busy running it, I still sometimes will go out on a
sexual assignment myself. Needless to say, I'm quite expensive."
"Of course," I replied with bitterness.
"So yes, Al," she continued, ignoring my remark, "I _am_ a
prostitute. And this gets me back to our little business deal here."
"OK," I murmurred, still depressed, but wondering what she was
leading up to. If it was a sex-for-money deal, I might go for it.
"Well, Al, do you know what my markup is on you?" she asked.
"I don't know," I replied glumly. "What? Maybe $200 or $300 a
day?"
"How about $600?" she replied calmly.
"That's a 100 percent markup!" I exclaimed. "How do you get
them to pay for it?"
She smiled slyly and said, "I don't give away trade secrets."
I could imagine what kinds of persuasion she used on her clients.
"Actually, I only make $200 on paper if you accept the raise
I'm offering you," she went on. "That's $100 a day for me after tax
and expenses. The other $400 is tax-free and under the table - that
comes to $500 of profit a day, or more than $10000 a month free and
clear. You can see why I want you to stay with us."
"Yeah, I certainly can," I answered, suddenly aware of a new
angle. "So you can afford to give me a lot more than $100 a day, can't
you."
She smiled again. "Not on paper I can't. I have to show a
profit."
"But it kind of gets under my skin to know that you make so
much off of me," I shot back. "If the clients pay, I must be worth it
to them and I think I should get more of that money than you have
offered so far.
"Well, I don't mean to underestimate your considerable
abilities or the high respect the clients have for you," she
countered, "but in this case I must point out that the extra $400 a
day is because of _my_ efforts, and I assure you that our clients are
very clear on this point."
"OK," I replied, "I grant you that. But you mustn't forget
that no matter whose services the $400 is meant to pay for, it still
will stop if I take the other contract. Maybe something less than the
$400 would be better than nothing. The way I see it, you get the money
under the table, and so you can give some of it back to me under the
table, as well." I was proud of myself and my negotiating skills.
"Now we're finally getting down to business, Al," she said.
"Yes, I could do that - but I'd rather give it back to you in other
ways." She shifted her position on the chair so that her leg was
pressing against mine.
"You see, Al," she continued, "I'm willing to give half of the
$400 a day back to you, but in, well, `personal services' instead of
cash. That comes to $4000 a month in these services from me, Mary, or
one of my other girls. Mary normally charges $1200 to $1500 a night. I
usually charge at least $2500. For $4000 a month, you can get quit a
bit of sex from us Al - and it'll be the best sex you ever had."
I felt a twinge in my cock, and I found myself having a harder
and harder time thinking. Rachael went on, "You see, Al, Mary and I
really understand what you need. With us you don't have to bullshit
around with trying to satisfy your partner, or with `making love', or
with trying to stay hard, or with anything like that. I've been in the
business for over 18 years, and know what men _really_ need. I know
what _you_ really need, Al - probably even better than you do. Mary,
I, and some of my other girls are experts, Al. We'll get you hotter
than you've ever been, and we'll keep you that way for hours."
She sat back again in her chair. My cock was almost totally
erect, and it twitched and throbbed as it pushed up the front of my
pants.
"So what do you say, Al?" Rachael asked. "Do we have a deal?"
I didn't answer immediately. I needed to think.
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Al and Mary (MF, cons)[4/4]
Date: 13 Sep 1996 21:28:56 GMT
Chapter Four
If I accepted her offer I'd be making $100 a day less than if
I took the new offer (although it's $100 a day _more_ than my current
rate, I reminded myself). On the other hand I'd be getting two or more
nights a month with Rachael or Mary or some other experienced woman. I
wanted to say yes, but I started to fear that I was going to be ripped
off. If I agreed to this and then Rachael welched on me, I didn't have
any legal recourse - I could hardly take her to court for withholding
sexual services.
If she did rip me off I _could_ just quit, but the good offer
I would be turning down today in order to take Rachael's offer would
be long gone, and I couldn't be sure there would be another. But as a
freelance consultant, I was accustomedd to that kind of uncertainty, I
reminded myself, and I realized that I was afraid of a lot more than
being ripped off financially. I was afraid of the power Mary and
Rachael would have over me if I gave in.
While all this was going through my mind, Rachael patiently
sat there and waited for me to answer. Finally, I said, "Well,
Rachael, I'm inclined to accept, but... but, well, I'm worried."
"About what?" she asked calmly. "You can always quit if I
don't keep my side of the bargain."
"I know," I said, no longer able to refrain from laying my
cards on the table. "But that's not really it. It's that... well, that
I'm afraid of being... being... well, being out of control and... and,
well, under your... I mean, I'm afraid of the emotional aspects of
this kind of arrangement," I hedged.
She smiled to herself and nodded. "You almost said you're
afraid of being under my power, didn't you, Al?" she purred, her voice
taking on a deep, husky, inviting aspect. "You're afraid of the sexual
power I can have over you, right?"
"Well... " I sighed and then hesitated. Rachael was absolutely
correct and I didn't know how to worm out of admitting that to her.
"Yes," I finally conceded, "I'm afraid of... of what you said."
"Hmmmm... " she said, nodding slowly as she stared deeply into
my eyes. "You know what I think, Al?" she suddenly asked.
"Uh, what's that?"
"I think that you _want_ me to have sexual power over you. I
think it really turns you on, Al."
She was right, but I could hardly admit it to myself, let
alone her. "No! No, Rachael... I admit I'm... I'm, uh... uh nervous
and, well... but not... uh... "
"No, Al," Rachael interrupted. "There's no use denying it.
Look. You're really scared and yet you're still sitting here. You
could've left - made some excuse, told me to get fucked - anything.
There are a hundred ways you could have gotten out of here. But you
didn't. You're still sitting here arguing."
I felt a horrible sinking feeling inside of me as the
realization hit me that she had me pegged to the letter.
"No, Al, I'm right," Rachael continued. The idea of me or one
of my girls having sexual power over you excites you - deep, deep
inside of you, Al. It's something you've desired - no, something
you've _craved_ for a long, long time. I know I'm right, Al."
I just looked down nervously and then back up at her.
"I've been in the business for 18 years," she continued, "and
I couldn't be successful at it without understanding men, Al. And I'm
_very_ successful, and I'm _very_ good at understanding men. I'm not
wrong about a man very often, and I _know_ I'm not wrong about you."
I started protesting again, although quite feebly.
Once again she cut me off. "Don't fight it, Al. I know what
you need. You need me to take control of you sexually - to understand
your needs so well that I don't have to ask you what you want - that
distracts you - I know, Al - see, I _do_ understand - and to take you
totally under my control - under my sexual power - to slowly, expertly
build up your arousal - more and more hotly, deeply, dizzingly
overwhelming you with sexual pleasure. You love sitting here hearing
me tell you this, and you'll love it even more when we get down and
start actually doing it. And I _can_ do it, Al. Have no doubt about
that. I'm an expert at it, Al."
I swallowed thickly.
"See, I know what you want, Al. Just hearing me talk about it
makes your mouth water. I know you want to surrender to me. To yield
totally to my sexual expertise. I'll keep you hot, hard, throbbing for
a long, long time, Al, with no pain, no S&M, no `Mistress' type stuff
that I know you don't want. I'll delay your orgasm so that your
ecstacy builds and builds beyond anything you've even dreamed of - I
can do that, Al - I assure you. And when I do give you your release,
the pleasure will be indescribable - you'll be overwhelmed with the
intensity of your sensations. It'll be like no orgasm you've ever
experienced - so long and deep and overpowering. And you know what,
Al?"
All I could do was shake my head feebly.
"I know how to give you an orgasm like that and still keep a
lot of your cum in you. That means I'll be able to give you two -
three - maybe even four more orgasms before you're finally spent.
Isn't this and everything else I've just finished describing to you
what you really want, Al?"
She was absolutely right about all of that, but all I could do
was sigh and gaze helplessly at her.
"So Al," she continued, her voice deep, husky, and dripping
with sexual invitation, "do we have a deal? Just say the word and the
deal is done. Surrender to me, Al."
She knew I'd agree. "Yes," I murmurred, the words catching in
my throat. "I want... I want it. It's a deal."
"Good," she said as she smiled faintly and got up from her
chair. "Just stay there. I'm going to call Mary in."
With that she went to the phone and made a quick call,
presumably to Mary in the outer office, although I couldn't hear
anything.
After she hung up she returned to her chair. "Now, Al," she
said after she was seated, "get totally nude and stand in front of
me," Rachael said softly. "I want you totally undressed by the time
Mary gets here."
I hesitated and then did what Rachael asked. When I was
completely naked I nervously stood up facing Rachael. She just sat
there looking at me and my now soft cock until Mary entered a short
while later. She came over to me and purred, "You're going to love
this, Al."
I just nodded.
"Now, Al," Rachael said, "as I'm sure you know, Mary is really
good with penises."
She paused but I just stood there.
"So I want you to see how good she really is, Al. Now we're
going to do a little experiment of sorts. You stand here just like
this, and put your hands on your hips. That's it. Good. Now, you are
not to speak and you must not remove your hands from your hips under
any circumstances. Do you understand?"
"Uh, well... " I was afraid to make such a promise. What if
one of them started whipping me or something?
Rachael seemed to sense my fear and said, "No one will hurt
you, not even a little bit. Now, no speaking and keep your hands on
your hips."
"OK," I acceeded.
"Now, the experiment is this: we're going to see how hard Mary
can get that cock of yours without even touching it. Remember, hands
on your hips and no speaking. Now Mary, let's begin."
With that, Mary came over behind me and kneeled down. I felt
her hands tickling up from my ankles slowly up the insides of my legs.
Rachael sat back in her chair and began to talk to Mary. "So do you
think you can do it, Mary?"
"Oh, sure. No problem. I'll have that penis of his really
hard." Mary's fingers slowly snaked their way up the insides my legs
and then back down again.
"Well, if anyone can do it, it's you," Rachael replied. "But I
don't know - it still looks pretty soft to me."
"Well, I'm barely getting started," Mary replied, her fingers
tickling up a little higher and then down again. "He loves his penis,"
Mary purred, continuing her teasing up and down my inner legs. "He
likes to play with it more than anything else."
"Yeah, I figured he did," Rachael replied laconically.
"Oh, he just _loves_ teasing and stroking his penis." Mary
continued. She slid one finger up the inside of my thigh and barely
touched the bottom of one of my balls. An electric spasm shot through
me and my cock twitched. As she slid her finger back down she said,
"But, I think you're going to have a hard time getting him to keep his
hands on his hips. Pretty soon I'll have him so hot that all he'll be
able to think about is how much he wants to grab that long, hard, hot
thing and start stroking it."
"Oh, don't worry about that, Mary," Rachael countered. "I'll
make sure he keeps his promise."
"You know, Rachael," Mary said, changing the subject, "penises
really turn him on." She ran her hands up the fronts of my thighs all
the way up to my groin. She caressed me next to my cock without
touching it and then rubbed my stomach. "I think he'd like to see me
playing with some nice, big, hard cocks, don't you?"
"I think you're right, Mary," Rachael agreed. "Let's show him
how good you are at milking the cum out of penises."
Rachael then turned to me and said, "OK, Al, move over closer
to the VCR. We're going to show you a really hot video."
Mary stopped her caresses and I walked over to where Rachael
had indicated. She sat in another chair, facing me, and she said to
Mary, "Why don't you get nude after you load up the tape."
"OK," Mary replied. She went to the bookshelf and located a
tape, which she then put into the VCR after turning it on and dimming
the lights. She then quickly stepped out or her clothes and went back
behind me.
As the video started up, Rachael paused it with a remote
control as Mary resumed caressing my legs, thighs, ass, groin, and
stomach from behind.
"This is a video of Mary," Rachael suddenly piped in. "I think
you'll really like it." With that she pushed the button and the video
began.
On the screen there a shot of a man lying on his back on the
ground suddenly appeared. It was shot at floor level, so that all that
could be seen of him were his feet, his partially spread legs, his
balls, and his cock standing straight up. He appeared to have some
sort of cuffs around his ankles, which led me to believe he was
restrained. Mary then walked in, totally nude, and faced the camera.
She straddled his body with one leg on either side of his hips, and
she began to speak. The sound quality wasn't great, but I could
clearly understand her.
Looking right into the camera, she was saying, "I want your
big, hard prick in my cunt." She paused, licking her lips. "Look at
my nipples," she then said as she began to pinch them with her
fingers. "They're so hard - just like your big, long dick."
With that, I felt Mary's breasts rubbing against my ass as she
tickled the area right next to my balls with her fingertips. The Mary
on the video moaned and started slowly sliding her hands down her
chest to her stomach and then to her groin. She squatted slightly and
began to rub her pussy with one hand.
"Oooooh, my pussy is so hot," she whispered as she fingered
herself for the camera. "So wet." Looking down at the erect penis
below her, she said, "Your prick is so long - so hard - so hot! I'm
gonna sit on it - I'm gonna sit right down on that big, hard thing of
yours so it slides way up deep into my wet, hot cunt. Oh yeah!" she
moaned as she squatted down so her pussy was right behind the head of
the penis on the screen. She put one hand on the floor next to the
man's hips to support her weight, and with the other one took his
organ in her hand.
Gazing back into the camera she bagan to rub the head of his
penis forward and back along the length of her slit. "What a hot
prick." she moaned. "I love getting your head all wet with my pussy
juice - it slides so well along my cunt." I heard a male moan coming
from the video. "Oh, yeah," she purred. "You love the way I make your
head feel. I can feel all of your long, hard prick throbbing in my
hand."
I felt the real Mary's fingers snaking up my belly to my chest
as she rubbed her breasts against my ass.
I heard another male moan from the video accompanied by an
upward thrust of the man's hips. "Ohhhh, you're so impatient," the
video-Mary taunted, turning her head slightly to the side as if
talking to the man, but keeping her eyes on the camera except for an
occasional darting glance back to him.
"Oh, how hot you are," said video-Mary as the man swore and
jerked his hips again. He indeed must have been restrained, because he
seemed not to be able to move too much. She kept sliding the head of
his cock up and back along her pussy and continued, "He didn't believe
me when I said I'd have him begging me to let him slide that hard dick
of his up into my sweet, warm, wet cunt."
She looked at him over her shoulder and said, "Right, honey?
You didn't even think I could get you to stay hard while lying on your
back here in front of the camera on the cold floor - at least not
without me stroking it for you. But see: you were lying there for at
least 2 or 3 minutes while we set up - and your big dick was hard and
throbbing the whole time."
Video-Mary stopped rubbing his cock along her pussy and
positioned herself so that it was right at her opening, ready for her
to slide it into her. Still looking over her shoulder at him, she
moaned, "So you want me to sit on it now, baby?"
The man moaned and jerked his hips up, but she just stood up a
little so it didn't go in.
"I can't hear you," video-Mary teased. "Tell me what you want
me to do."
The man swore again and thrust his hips once more, this time
quite violently. But it was to no avail, as she moved away once more.
"Now, now, sweetie," she taunted. "You have to tell me what
you want, or I won't do anything but tease your head some more." With
that she resumed sliding his cock head along her pussy.
The man grunted and moaned deeply, and I saw his hips and cock
twitching. Finally, after he apparently couldn't stand it any longer,
I heard him say, amid moans and grunts, "OK... OK... I want to put it
in you... I... I... please let me... let me slide my dick up into
you... please!"
"That's much better, darling," video-Mary replied as she
stopped teasing his head and positioned it once again so it was aimed
at her opening. "You shouldn't doubt my abilities, sweetheart. I told
you I'm an expert making that prick of yours do whatever I want it to
do. Now don't move and I'll slowly take it into my hot, wet cunt."
With that, video-Mary pushed the head into her pussy and
leaned forward a little, supporting her weight by resting her hands on
his thighs with her arms straight. She looked into the camera and
slowly lowered herself down on his cock until it had disappeared
inside her all the way down to the root.
While all this was happening on the video, the real Mary had
reached my nipples with her hands and began tweaking and pinching
them. She continued rubbing my ass with her breasts and her now erect
nipples as I watched the screen, and she'd sometimes take one or the
other of her hands and tease my groin, legs, or crotch area without
touching my cock. This plus the video action was getting me really
turned on. But my cock was only half hard, since I'm used to lots of
stimulation and I don't usually get an erection without touching
myself.
The scene on the video was similar to scenes in other videos
that I'd jacked off to at home and in porno theaters, and I felt an
increasingly strong desire to grab my cock and stroke it - especially
when video-Mary was taunting the man. But I did what Rachael told me
to do and forced myself to keep my hands on my hips.
Video-Mary had slowly sat down on the man's cock, and then she
began to raise and lower herself on it. She never took her eyes off
the camera as she continuously and hypnotically chanted in a low,
throaty, moaning voice: "Oooooh, yeah... so hot... so wet... fuck my
cunt... oh yeah... fuck my hot, sweet, wet cunt... in and out... in
and out... fuck it... fuck it!... "
She spoke in exact rhythm with her motions, which slowly
became more and more elaborate as she'd rotate her hips, move them
back and forth and from side to side, squeeze her legs together
tightly, and do other hot variations. Sometimes she'd lightly graze
her fingers along his inner thighs, on his balls, or part way up his
shaft if she was on an upstroke.
Video-Mary's monologue continued as I stared raptly at her
image on the screen. I loved the sight of her nude body sexily
writhing up and down on the man's cock - especially as she seemingly
stared and spoke right at me. Her motions emphasized the sight of his
cock sliding in and out of her, and this really turned me on.
"... in and out... " she was moaning, "... that big... long...
hard... _prick_! So long... so hard... so _hot_!... ooooh yeah!...
what a hot dick!... in and out... milking it with my cunt!... "
This went on until the real Mary suddenly stopped her stroking
and caressing. I started to turn around but Rachael stopped me with a
sharp whisper: "Keep watching the video. She'll be back."
I obeyed, and sure enough, a few seconds later I felt her
breasts against my ass again. But then, I felt what seemed to be her
slippery finger sliding up and down the crack of my ass. Apparently
she had put some lubricant on her finger. This caused me to gasp
loudly and involuntarily push my ass back against her finger. She
chuckled and said, "Now we're _really_ going to get going!"
Rachael paused the video and said, "I don't know, Mary. He's
only partially erect."
"Hey, no problem," Mary replied as she slid her finger up and
down my crack again. "He can hardly control himself as it is. He
wants to massage and squeeze his penis really bad. Right, Al?"
I grunted an affirmative sound.
"He loves this, Rachael," Mary purred as she continued sliding
her slick finger up and down my crack. "Start the video. His penis is
going to get _really_ hard now."
With that, Rachael nodded at me with a taunting smile of her
own and started the video going again. Once again, video-Mary was
moving up and down and all around on the man's hard cock. "... big
prick... long prick... _hard_ prick... " she was moaning.
The real Mary began pushing her slippery finger against my
anal opening. She was careful to keep time with the video. Whenever
video-Mary would sit down on the man's cock, the real Mary's finger
would push against my anus. When video-Mary would slide up off his
shaft, the real Mary's finger would pull back from my anus and slide
up and down my crack. The real Mary even moved her finger against my
anus in such a way as to mirror video-Mary's side-to-side, back-and-
forth, and circular motions on the man's cock.
"... oooooh, so hot... so wet... " video-Mary was moaning.
Never lowering her eyes from the camera, she was clenching her teeth
and hissing out the words in an increasingly intense rhythm, as if a
man was watching her and she was mirroring his growing arousal. "...
fuck it... my hot cunt... your long, hard prick... ooooooh, yeah!... "
Video-Mary kept it up without pause.
As this was going on in the video, the real Mary's fingers
were snaking deeper and deeper into my ass hole. At first, I kept it
clenched tightly closed, but soon Mary's expert touch had me relaxing
and allowing her slippery finger deeper and deeper in me. The
sensations were much more pleasurable than I ever thought they could
be - the hookers who did this to me in the past apparently weren't
very good at it.
Soon, Mary was thrusting deeply in me and pressing against my
inner anus in such a way as to send shivers of pleasure through me. I
think I probably was thrusting my hips back and forth to meet her hot,
penetrating strokes, although I was so overcome with intense sexual
pleasure and arousal that I couldn't think clearly - the whole memory
is a bit of a blur.
All I remember being aware of was the intense pleasure of Mary
finger-fucking my ass hole and the very hot sight of video-Mary moving
up and down on the man's hard penis on the screen - in perfect
synchronization.
"... what a hot prick... " video-Mary was hissing as her
gyrations became more and more feverish and her expression became more
and more intense. "... yeah... _yeah_!... ooooh... so hard... hard as
steel and really throbbing... deep inside me... ooooh, so deep and
hot... yeah!... fuck me... yeah!... I said FUCK me with your hard
prick... in and out... in and out... "
By now, the real Mary's stiff finger was thrusting deep in me
and then pulling all the way out. In and out... in and out... fucking
me hard just like the man's cock on the video.
All of the sudden, video-Mary slowed down her motions and
began once again to speak teasingly: "So baby... are you ready?...
huh?... are you ready to give me every last drop of your hot, sweet
cum?... " Although she was obviously speaking to the man in the video,
she kept her eyes fixed on the camera, as if she was really talking to
me.
I heard a faint grunt in the background of the video that was
unmistakably an affirmative reply. Real Mary kept fucking me in the
ass with her finger in exact rhythm with video-Mary's slower and less
intense motions.
"Oooooh," she taunted, never taking her gaze from the camera.
"I bet you have such a big, hot load of creamy cum in those balls of
yours, huh?" I felt as if she as talking to me, and I suddenly
realized that I _did_ want to cum.
Another incoherent male grunt came from the video.
Completely stopping her up and down motions, video-Mary sat
down all the way on the man's cock. Real Mary followed suit and just
kept her finger buried deep in my ass. "You've never even been half
this hot before," video-Mary purred. "You're gonna cum so _much_!... "
she hissed as she gave her hips two rotations as his cock remained
buried deep inside her.
The real Mary rotated her finger in me in exact time with
video-Mary's motions. This caused me to gasp loudly with intense
pleasure. I wanted to cum really badly. It was all I could do to keep
from grabbing my cock in my fist and furiously pumping myself to
orgasm. But I obeyed Rachael's instructions, although I had to clench
my fists tightly against my hips to keep from giving in to my urges.
"... your juice is gonna spurt out... " video-Mary was saying.
"... gobs of hot cream are gonna shoot out of that long, hot dick... "
she gave her hips another rotation, with real Mary following suit with
her finger. "... flowing up your shaft... your creamy wet semen...
ohhhh, you've got so much of it... " Video-Mary rotated her hips once
more, and real Mary did the same with her finger.
Then, video-Mary suddenly got up off the man's cock, which
glistened with her juices as it stood up, hard as steel and throbbing.
A disappointed male moan came from the video, followed by my own,
similar moan as real Mary pulled her finger all the way out of me.
Video-Mary sat on the floor next to the man, facing the
camera. She lightly took the base of his cock in one hand as the
camera zoomed in, framing the cock in her hand in the bottom-center of
the picture. Her face was off camera, and she was saying, "You said
you'd never cum for the camera."
I heard another male groan.
"But you will. And you're gonna cum so good. So hot!" With
that, her other hand appeared on screen. In it was a glob of some kind
of thick lubricant, like KY jelly or something similar. As his organ
twitched, she smeared the thick jelly up and down his shaft and
started stroking lightly with her hand. Real Mary resumed her
finger-fucking of my asshole, once again exactly in time with video-
Mary's strokes on the screen.
Video-Mary's head then appeared in the picture. She was behind
his cock, her chin almost resting on his belly. She stared right into
the camera as she expertly jacked him off.
"No... no!... " I heard the man moaning behind her, apparently
not wanting to cum on camera but knowing he didn't really have much
control over whether or not he did.
As video-Mary continued to masturbate his cock, she just
smiled devilishly and mercilessly teased him. She never lowered her
eyes from the camera, and in my arousal from watching her stroke that
hard cock, and from the sensations of the real Mary fingering my ass
hole, it felt as if video-Mary was talking directly to me.
"You're gonna cum so good," she taunted, hotly squeezing,
caressing, and pumping on his cock with her hand. "Yeah... try to hold
back... yeah... try to keep me from pumping your creamy, hot jizz out
of this big, hard, _throbbing_ prick... ooooh yeah... you know you
can't resist... the pleasure is growing inside of you... you feel the
semen building up in you... burning inside of you... "
Video-Mary's strokes became faster and more rhythmic. She'd
sometimes run her thumb over the purple head on her upstroke, causing
the man to moan, grunt, and writhe his hips.
The sound of video-Mary's voice, the sight of her hand sliding
up and down the man's cock, and the sensations of the real Mary's
finger going in and out of my asshole were getting me so hot that all
I could think about was cumming. My arms started involuntarily
twitching as I fought the now almost uncontrollable urge to take them
from my hips, grab my cock, and furiously jack myself off to orgasm.
Rachael must have seen my struggles, because I suddenly
noticed her kneeling at my side and tightly holding my arms at my
sides. This was slightly annoying at first, but soon I was lost once
again in the sensations of Mary finger-fucking me as I stared at the
video.
"You know you wanna cum," video-Mary was saying on screen, her
stroking of his slippery, hard cock getting faster and harder (and
real Mary's finger-fucking of my ass follwing suit). "You wanna shoot
all that creamy spunk of yours out so we all can see it... so we can
get it on tape."
Another, more desperate-sounding grunt came from the man, but
video-Mary ignored it and kept up her masturbation of him. He was
grunting and moaning now with just about every breath, and he seemed
to be fighting her efforts. But it was obvious that his protestations
were futile - his cock was twitching and throbbing and it seemed like
it was just a matter of moments before his orgasm would overtake him.
He made a grunt that sounded a lot like "I don't want to!".
"Yes you do, honey," Video-Mary taunted in reply. "You want to
shoot it out for us so badly you can't stand it," she went on. "You
_know_ you do. You feel the hot semen building up in your balls... and
you _want_ it on tape... yes you do... you want all of us to see the
sperm coming out of your penis... and you want it on tape so _you_ can
see it... oh yes you do... and you _know_ it... you want to see the
video yourself... yes you do... you want to see me on camera...
fucking you... jerking you off... and especially making you cum... you
want to see that more than anything... oh yes you do... your cock and
balls are telling me you do... you can't deny it... you're so close...
so close to giving us all your semen... you want to see the video...
to see me pumping your dick... talking real dirty to you on camera...
showing you your big, hard prick... and you want to see your hot cum
shooting out... "
With that, the man couldn't hold back any more. He groaned so
loudly it was almost a yell, and gob after gob of white, creamy sperm
began to shoot out of his spasming penis.
Video-Mary kept pumping him and kept talking directly to the
camera: "Ooooooh, yeah... such hot cum... creamy sperm... yeah, it
looks so _good_!... wait till you see the video... come on... give me
some more so I can smear it all over your hard, slippery cock... oh
yeah... you're gonna _love_ jacking off to this video... I'm talking
to you as you're watching yourself cum... " (it felt like she was
talking to me as I watched) "... look at all that creamy cum...
squeeze the shaft of your prick!... oh yeah... there's another creamy
gob... oozing down your shaft... it looks so hot... it gets you so
hard... see how I made you cum against your will... stroke that hot
shaft... yeah... this isn't some porno actor... this is _your_ penis
that's cumming on this video... your long, hot, sperm-filled prick...
squeeze it... pump it... I can make you cum any time I want... cum for
me now... pump your dick... harder... HARDER!... give me all your
sperm NOW... I'm making you cum now... cum for me, squeeze it all
out!... your hot, creamy cum!"
Rachael was holding me apparently with all her strength,
because I was furiously struggling to get free and jack off. The real
Mary's finger kept fucking my ass, and all I could think about was
cumming like video-Mary was commanding. But Rachael kept me from
touching myself.
The man had stopped cumming. Video-Mary slowly let go of his
cock but kept looking into the camera, moaning softly in time to his
groans in the background and the twitching of his cock. It was
covered with semen, which slowly dripped down his shaft as he
gradually lost his erection.
The real Mary had stopped finger-fucking my ass when video-
Mary had let go of the man's cock. She then helped Rachael by tightly
grabbing one of my arms, thereby allowing Rachael to concetrate her
strength on the other.
The video ended as video-Mary moved off camera, and the
close-up of the man's now-limp cock faded off the screen.
I was in a near frenzy of lust, but both women held tight. It
was only then that I looked down at my cock. I hadn't noticed until
now that it was sticking out of me, hard as steel and throbbing with
intense arousal. So Mary was right after all: she had indeed succeeded
in giving me a raging hard-on without once touching my cock. The rest
of the story is plain fantasy.
The End