From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Sex Talk (MF, talk, humil, humor?) Date: 21 Apr 1996 18:39:01 GMT Sex Talk Jack considered the girl snuggling up to him in post-coital bliss. He and Sheila had been going out for some weeks now, and already the sex was getting to be a bit routine. Sure, she was hot enough, nice firmly rounded tits and ass, not bad face, yadda yadda... But when all was said and done, she was pretty much like the other bar sluts he'd picked up, only brunette this time instead of blonde or red-headed. Why had he called her again? Oh yeah, he remembered suddenly. Left my class ring at her place that first night. Maybe I shoulda written it off. Jesus, they were practically getting to be a couple. Or, as Sheila would undoubtedly put it, boyfriend and girlfriend. Every Friday and Saturday night for the last how many weeks, the odd weeknight... at this rate he'd be meeting her parents next. And here he was, in his own bed in his own apartment, and now he wouldn't be able to sleep because she was squirming against him, trying to get his arm wrapped around her in a cuddle. Well, she wasn't such a bad fuck, if not very imaginative. Maybe it would even be worth it to let her stick around awhile, if they could only get beyond the basic suck-fuck rut. Maybe she'd be into something different. But sometimes chicks went postal on you... so how should he bring it up? "Hey, Sheila," he said. "Honey," he added, for effect. "Why don't you tell me... you know, tell me some of your fantasies. Everyone has `em. You tell me one of yours and I'll tell you one of mine." "Ooooh," Sheila giggled in that way he hated so much. "You mean a *sexual* fantasy?" She turned on her side to look at him with an insufferably coy expression on her face. "You naughty boy!" Jack forced himself to turn towards her and grin. "That's right, honey," he said, "come on, you can tell me." Stupid cunt. What else to do? He considered her new, dangerously romantic mood; and then, suddenly, he had an idea. "Okay, honey," he said. "Snuggle in close and I'll tell you. My fantasy is a little different." "Oh, goody," Sheila said almost convincingly. Jack continued, "It's in sort of a future world or maybe alternate universe. Anyway, in this world the men have taken over." Sheila shifted a little uneasily. Jack paid no attention. "And I sort of see it like a story or a movie... "Two men, in business suits, are walking down a street in what appears to be a regular city kind of place. One says to the other, `Can you hold on a second? I have to make a phone call.' `Sure,' his friend replies. `I'll just use the facilities while I'm waiting.' While the first guy picks up the phone, we see the second guy step up to the `facilities' - a naked, beautiful girl chained on her knees, arms behind her back, there in the street. He whips out his cock and shoves it in her mouth and she starts sucking. That's her job, to be a free, public cocksucker. "See, in this world, every place you'd see a phone booth, or water fountain, or bathrooms, you'll also see the cock sluts, like this bitch, who just have to kneel there all day long and take whatever gets rammed down their throats. She wears a kind of headpiece with handles on it so whoever's using her can get better leverage. So with this guy now, we see her sucking, drooling, her cheeks all hollowed, the head of the guy's prick poking her cheek outward... "We see her throat working as she swallows his prong when he makes her deep-throat him. He just looks real bland and normal, he could be getting his shoes shined, except he's holding onto her head- handles and fucking her face. Pretty soon the guy comes down her throat, or maybe he pulls out and shoots all over her. She just has to take it, whichever he wants to do. His friend finishes the call, and they move on... just a casual little blow job in the course of the day, the kind that happens all the time in this world. Maybe there's a water hose or something the `customers' can use to clean off the cocksuckers if they get too sticky." Jack was having a good time picturing all this, and he only half-noticed how Sheila had stiffened against him. He was doing his best to be outrageous, and it wasn't difficult; maybe this actually was his fantasy. "So anyway, we see a bunch of scenes like this. A men's bathroom, kind of grimy maybe with paper towels on the floor, graffiti, not too clean. And a row of three or four kneeling whores, like a row of urinals in there too, only for come not piss. We see men coming in and out, using the urinals, using the toilets, and using the mouths of these chained-up cunts." "Man," Jack thought, "I'm too good! Givin' myself a hard-on here." He began to stroke himself as he went on. Sheila's face had entirely lost its dreamy look, he noted with satisfaction. "So, it's all very casual for the guys; they talk to each other, have little conversations, how `bout them Bears, while they hump the cocksuckers' throats. It's great watching how the men just walk up to these gorgeous cunts like they're nothing and ram their cocks in. The girls are naked, and they all have great tits and everything, but no one pays them much attention, the way you don't pay attention to how a water fountain looks or a cash machine looks. You just use them." "Jack!" Sheila said, unable to contain herself. "I can't believe this is your fantasy! This is terrible! It's so degrading to women!" "Yeah!" Jack agreed, in a voice full of satisfaction, continuing to masturbate himself. "See, in this world, all the women, I mean whores, are just there to satisfy men. They've gotten rid of all the ugly chicks or put `em to work in the salt mines or something. Whatever. But they still need cunts to work other shit jobs. So besides the public cocksuckers, there's all these other scenes... say in a restaurant, the customers (men of course) can do anything they want to the waitress slut. Make her haul out her titties, then they slap `em around, pinch her nipples, make her walk around with her jugs uncovered. Don't like your corn on the cob? Bend your waitress over the table and make her take it up the ass. Once she's nice and buttered, you can fuck her there, too. Anything goes. "And the best part is that these sluts aren't lobomotized or anything. They know exactly how degraded they are. But because the men have all the power somehow, they have to do it. Even if in the world before they were nuclear physicists or CEOs, in this world they're just holes to fuck and they can't say a goddamn thing about it. "So you could be in McDonalds and some former doctor or professor bitch is forced to serve you your Happy Meal. Then you could make her kneel right there on the floor and suck you off while you eat it. Oh man... " Jack's reverie was interrupted by Sheila bursting into tears. She sprang out of bed, gathering her clothes, and amid her tears, managed to choke out "You disgusting pig! How can you be so horrible!" "Aw, come on, *honey*," Jack grinned. He pulled back the covers to show off his big erect dong. "Look, I'm all ready to go again." He pulled on his prick lewdly as Sheila threw on her clothes. "Where you going? Don't you want to act out my fantasy? Come on, Sheila, get on your knees and eat me. I need to use the facilities!" "Good BYE!" Sheila said with as much dignity as she could muster, now that was fully dressed. "DON'T call me. I never want to see you again!" She left with a flounce. Jack settled back on the pillows with a sigh of satisfaction. He'd gotten laid; he'd gotten rid of Sheila for good; and he had a great fantasy to bring himself off to, before going to sleep in his own bed, in his own apartment. Tomorrow there'd be some new cunt to pick up in the bars. Until then, he had scenes from his brave new world to entertain him.