Sylvia’s Initiation: Blue Existence and Red Lust now available!

The first two parts of the trilogy of Sylvia’s Intiation are currently for sale at Sizzler’s Editions (http://shop.renebooks.com/default.asp).  The three novels explore the dangerous, slippery slope from those experimenting with sex after a upbringing in a strict religious enviroment.  Sylvia, a nurse by profession is unhappy with her single status and her view on how all men seem to be after is sex.  To her, sex is dirty and humiliating act only meant for the procreation of the human race.  But a chance encounter with a college professor starts her down this new path.  Will Sylvia go too far?  Or will she cast off the shackles of her impressionable years and embrace sexuality for what it is?

Sylvia's Initiation: Blue Existence

Blurb for Sylvia’s Initiation: Blue Existence

Erotica noir at its darkest and most disturbing. Sylvia Meyers, a nurse who was brought up in an orphanage.  Sylvia seeks true love and scorns the those only interested in sex.  But that all changes when she meets visiting professor Nick Dekker.  Nick is open, honest and very experienced.  Sylvia finds herself intrigued by his matter-of-fact attitude towards sex.  She decided to let him teach her.  Nick helps Sylvia break through the Catholic upbringing even after she regresses after a particular terrible dream.  Sylvia becomes a sexual explorer.  Straight, anal, light bondages and multiple partners are experienced.  Each one permits her to delve deeper and deeper into sexual awareness.  Sylvia also unwittingly becomes a slave to erotic sensations. Can she break the addiction – and should she if she can?

Sylvia's Initiation: Red Lust

Blurb for Sylvia’s Initiation: Red Lust

After discovering her lover was a con-artist, Sylvia takes her hatred towards men to new heights as she begins to experiment in bondage.  Like a moth to a flame Brian Henson is caught up in Sylvia’s web of erotic torment.  In addition to Brian, Sylvia “recruits” her co-worker, Tiffany comes over to witness Brian’s punishment.  During the heat of the action Tiffany finds herself wanting to submit to Sylvia’s sexual domination.  Lives, pleasures and punishments begin to become woven into a dangerous tapestry as Brian and Tiffany vie for Sylvia’s attention.  But Sylvia’s Catholic upbringing once more rears it’s ugly head.  Is Sylvia damning herself or is it all just her imagination?A passionate and wildly erotic tale of sexual initiation by a master of BDSM erotica!   If you liked the first book, SYLVIA’S INITIATION I, then you will absolutely think that this new book in the series is just as hot – if not even hotter!

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AUTHOR’S NOTE; The following is a work of erotica, if you’re under the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW or a horde of zombie mice will visit you at night, enter through your ears and eat your brain.

           The airport was crowded with grumbling businessmen, exasperated parents and whining children all pressed together creating a casserole of a bubbling dish of humanity.  Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport also was suffering a malfunction in their air-conditioning system.  Bad enough everyone around (myself included) were angry but we were hot and sweaty as well.  The heat simmered the human-stinking stew that nobody wanted to smell let alone taste.

            I’d been in Dallas for two weeks.  The erotica writers convention I’d attended turned out to be as busy as expected.  However on a personal note it’d turned out to be a bust in the romance department.  Melody, my ex-girlfriend had dumped me for a younger woman—a goddamn red-haired bimbo of a secretary.  She was sneaking around with this woman while I was pounding the keyboard and trying to edit a novel.  So oblivious to what was going on around me I didn’t figure it out until Melody came home, bimbo on her arm and declared she was leaving me.  It hurt.  It hurt a lot and I was bitter, angry and upset.  Not the best of moods to traipsing off to Texas to be surrounded by my fans.  I’d tried to be cordial and polite.  But after the first hour of autograph signing, my books being held straight guys (I have a lot of those kinds of followers) and little old ladies I was pissy.

The gala ball, a formal event on Saturday did little for my mood.  Apparently I was lesbian poison, nobody looked my way.  Maybe it was how I carried myself.  Stomping around the convention floor like a badger with a sore tooth hadn’t helped.  The ball was a bust.  I’d hoped I’d find a distraction at least here in Texas.  Not looking for a permanent thing it had been my hope and dream some pretty little thing might be the perfect salve for my wounded heart.

            Oh well, I thought, at least I’m headed back to San Francisco.

            Standing in the long line at the TSA checkpoint, my long hair frizzing out from the heat and humidity I tried to remain a calm island in a sea of irate, tired people.  Behind me a man was loudly grumbling about the wait.  His blown-up ego, towering self- importance was being prickled like a rabbit in a thorn bush about his missing his flight.  In front of me a woman and her two young children fidgeted, swaying from foot to foot.  The lady’s kids whined, pissed and moaned until I had to concentrate on the sweat trickling down my back before I committed murder.  So I stood there.  Tired, horny and angry in my business jacket, skirt and white blouse trying to forget the humid air and press of bodies.  The line moved forward.  It was just a single step forward, too short to make me cheer but at least we moved.  I wasn’t looking forward to TSA’s tender ministrations.  I’d seen too many online videos about how rude, rough and callous the agents were to airline passengers. 

            “Hey!” I exclaimed when my left bicep was grabbed unexpectedly.

            She was built like a brick.  A few inches taller than me but carrying an additional fifty pounds the federal employed agent appeared to be able to toss me over her shoulder and carry me off if need be.  Her short blonde hair was cut in a men’s style.  Her grip on my arm was firm and chock full of authority.  The woman’s chest was distorting the TSA logo on her shirt and making the pen in her pocket stick out at an angle.  Her “I’m taking no shit off anyone” expression was plastered on her face like a bad Halloween mask.  She wasn’t ugly—just hating her job.  Squeezing my arm and spoke in that cute drawl all Texans have.

“Miss Henderson, you’ve been randomly chosen to undergo additional screening,” the uniformed woman said.

            “Why me, Agent Holland?” I asked her after reading her name tag.

            “Your name was pulled randomly,” she said.

            “I’m not setting foot in that body scanner.  I’ve read online on how they can cause cancer.”

            “That means you’ll have to undergo a full body pat down.”

            “Fine.”

            I didn’t mean for my reply to carry that much sarcasm but it did.  Agent Holland scowled at my words.  I followed her (not that I had a lot of choice) to the side of the checkpoint and into a small room.  Another woman, a small slip of a girl followed us in.  This chick was brunette and didn’t seem happy to do her job.  She kept shooting Holland a look of mild disgust.

            “Put your purse and briefcase on the table, please,” she said, shutting the door.

            I obeyed only because I wanted to get this over with as fast as possible, get on the plane and have a stiff drink.  The TSA agent snapped on a pair of blue latex gloves.  I tried not to swallow like some prisoner seeing the gallows from her jail cell.

            “Place your hands on your head, please,” Holland said, her voice blasé and bored sounding.

            “I’m goin’ for coffee, want any?” the brunette said, her tone quivering.

            “You have to stay,” Holland said, “it’s procedure.”

            “It’s okay, I don’t care,” I replied.

            As the other agent left I put my hands on my head.  With my arms up Agent Holland walked over and began to run her hands down from my wrists to my elbows.  I flinched a bit.  She gave me a smile which seemed to say, “Yeah, I know but it’s my job, okay?”.  Across my shoulders her hands went.  Searching my back I shivered from Holland’s touch, the feel of her wide palms as she stroked me. 

            “Mmmm,” I moaned with hot, quick embarrassment when her hands ran across my ass.  But the sensation of her squeezing and parting the soft cheeks had caught me off guard.  Like I said, I was lonely, horny and a bit sensitive.  It wasn’t an excuse, it was the state of my mind and body.

Holland didn’t seem to hear my comment.  She went about her business and I found myself biting my lip when she explored my legs down to my feet.  I knew what was coming next.  The return trip of her hands would come near my pussy, my neglected and now wet pussy.  Agent Holland stood up, the upward caress abandoned.  When she reached for my chest I know she had to see the fear and excitement in my eyes. 

Oh please, don’t react! I told my nipples. 

Running her blue latex fingers under the wire of my bra I felt those traitorous nubs swell and stand up.  I tried to distract myself.  I examined the ceiling and walls and tried to forget how aroused I was.  But Holland’s hair carried a nice herbal scent, her body’s heat swept over me and her hands were now on my tits.

Oh… fuck…that feels sooooo good.

I felt as if I was about to bite through my lower lip as the agent probed my large breasts.  Whether it was an accident or on purpose I let out a soft, slow groan of ecstasy when her thumb crossed my right tit’s areola. 

“S-sorry,” I said when she looked up.

“You’re gay?” Holland asked.

“Y-yeah, is that a problem?”

“No. I’ll try to make this quick and professional.”

Her answers and questions were spoken in a gruff, no-nonsense manner as if she could care less.  But I caught the slight crinkling of the left side of her mouth.  Her lip tugged upward in a very “Ah, ha!” sort of fashion.  I knew without asking this thick bodied woman wasn’t straight.  She looked like a bull-dyke and my anticipation grew in leaps and bounds.  She was gay—and a very interested lesbian at that.

Her hands released my tits and ran down my flat stomach causing it to quiver in trembling spasms.  Holland knelt and her hand reached my skirt’s waistband and I couldn’t help myself.

I leaned into her.

Hard.

Holland chuckled making her breath whoosh into my stomach making me shudder as if a cold breeze had wafted past me. 

“Been awhile, huh?” she said.

“T-too long,” I stammered out with a moan.

“Poor darlin’…”

She stood up.  I looked into her blue eyes and saw she was also quite excited by my reactions to her touch.  A faint smile appeared on her lips and her eyes unlocked from mine Holland glanced over my shoulder.

“The camera’s on,” she said.  “I’m going to help you out just don’t scream or cry out, okay?”

“I’ll try,” I said my words trembling with arousal.

Still kneeling she lifted my skirt.  My face grew hot, my cheeks warming to the erotic encounter I never expected.  Pushing her latex-clad fingers into my sex I shook from stem to stern.  The smell of her gloves, the pressure on my pussy and the nearness of her lips to my love bud increased my excitement to the nth degree. 

Oh please… kiss it… touch your lips to my pussy, I thought-begged at her.

Agent Holland went behind me leaving me feeling cold and abandoned.  My skirt falling over my needy slit like a bank’s vault door slamming down.  Henderson’s Savings and Loan had been sealed, or so the thought occurred to me.  I wanted to cry.  The feeling I’d be left unfulfilled and sexually frustrated washed over me like someone tossed a bucket of dirty water across my face. 

I was still looking down when it happened.  My body jerked making my tits wiggle when I saw her arms go around my waist.  Like naughty blue spiders her fingers sought out the hem of my skirt once more.  She raised it slow and easy.  Shutting my eyes to concentrate and enjoy it all I managed to suppress a moaning sob when her fingers neared the top of my panties.

I knew the crotch of my underwear was damp from my excitement.  I could feel the air caressing the moist, throbbing spot.  Holland’s fingers pressed on either side of my cunt and I tried not to bend at the waist from delight.  She stroked my pussy.  Tender flicks of her finger across the engorged bud of my clit made me whimper past tightly pressed lips.  My labia were spread.  Holland’s digits were on either side pushing my thick pussy lips and allowing her to run another finger from my slit’s base to the sensitive nub.  Through the material of my panties she caressed me.  My hips bucked and my knees began to wobble.  The TSA dyke stroked me for a few minutes until I was silently gasping for more.

“Just follow me,” Holland said into my right ear.

She walked me backwards, we paused briefly and I felt her sit down.  Her hands never left my sweltering cunt.  Her wet latex-covered digits firmly caressing past the cotton panties and teasing my eager quim.

“Hey!” I exclaimed when pulled into her wide lap.

My legs were spread apart, the left side of my panties bypassed and Holland’s finger slipped inside my pussy.  I leaned forward.  The woman behind me sank her digit as far as it could go into my hungry snatch.  I tried to, but failed to contain my sob of delight when her other hand began stroking my clit. 

“Like that?” Holland said in an amused, aroused tone.

“T-the camera… what about t-the camera?” I mumbled.

“I’ll delete the file.  Just sit back and enjoy.”

“The other agent… what about her?”

“She won’t be back… relax and enjoy it, darlin’.”
            I leaned back and laid my head against her shoulder.  Holland kissed my cheek as she continued to finger-bang me.  Two latex-coated digits now filled me.  Squeezing and pinching my clit Holland made me gasp in hot, heavy breaths until I couldn’t think straight.  I ground my ass against her lap trying to wedge her fingers as deep as possible.  The sloppy sounds of her fingering me, the musky scent of my pussy and the sight of her hands shoved deep into my panties dominated my senses. 

“Oh… no, please… don’t,” I whined when the hand on my clit was pulled away.

“Relax,” Holland said.

I was pushed forward and felt the TSA agent fumbling around her chest.  A big, warm sphere now rested against my back.  Holland pulled me across her lap with the ease of a nurse handling a newborn.  My ass slid across her pants and I hoped I wasn’t leaving a wet spot on her trousers.  In the end I hung there half-on and half-off her closed thighs.  My legs dangling off her right leg, bent at the knee with my feet on the floor of the examination room.  I could feel my long brown hair sweeping against her shirt.  Without warning Holland pushed her massive tit with its erect nipple into my greedy mouth.  I sucked it hard.  My face was mashed against the soft, firm breast and it eclipsed my view.  Holland’s hand resumed stroking my clit and penetrating my pussy.

“So wet… so hungry,” she said about my cunt.  “You’re so nice and slippery.”

“Mmph,” I agreed past a mouthful of tit-meat. 

I tongued her nipple, Holland let out a gasp of her own.  The squishing sounds of her fingers delving into my snatch grew louder and wetter.  My knees fell apart.  Holland’s fingers became more persistent in their actions.  Flicking my clit the woman made me whimper into her breast. 

Oh yes… faster, faster baby… flick my bean f-f-faster! I thought at her. 

I grabbed her tit with both hands making her nipple distort in my mouth.  Squeezing and sucking, licking and nipping I tried to give as good as I was getting.  A third finger was inserted into my puss.  My face fell away from her massive tit, a long moan made my lips vibrate.

“Aaaaaaaah,” I cried out.

Holland stuffed her tit back into my face.  The squishy sounds of her fingers deeply penetrating my cunt sounded like a dog’s greedy gulping a bowl of water.  My inner tissues were spread as far as they could go, my pussy clenched and trembled in pre-orgasmic preparations.  I didn’t want to cum—not yet.  Fighting past the sensations I tried to hold it off.  I wanted a monster orgasm.  Hoping to be launched off her lap like the space shuttle I held back.

“Come for me, baby,” Holland said, her own voice husky and emotional.

No…no, not yet, I thought.

“I wanna feel and see your pretty pussy go ape-shit crazy.  Cum for me, darlin’… cum ever so hard.”

I released the remaining hold on my climax’s leash. 

My body went spastic on Holland’s lap.  It must’ve been what a fish out of water felt like, flopping and wagging its tail in a struggle to go back into its watery home.  Thrashing against the woman’s body I jerked, wiggled, bent and straightened out like some convulsing ER patient.  All the time the big woman kept stuffing her fingers into my slit and rubbing my clit as if to call a genie forth from my sex. 

My lips popped off her nipple. I tried to control my urge to shout to the heavens to let everyone know I was having a killer climax  I just managed to control my voice.

“Aaaagghh… aaaahhh…. Oh. My. God,” I grunted suppressing my need to wail.

“Ooooh, you’re so sexy when you orgasm,” Holland said.

My head lolled on my neck giving me a perfect view of the ceiling which seemed to rock from an earthquake.  It took me a few seconds to realize it was me moving not the building.  Holland leaned forward and kissed me hard, fast and deep.  Our tongues wrestled, she tasted like peppermint gum.  So passionate was the kiss it lengthened my orgasm by two-fold.  Her lips locked on mine, her fingers jammed into my pussy and the shaking of my body was all I knew after a while.  The warm, arrhythmic spasms began as my climax wore down.  I jerked occasionally on Holland’s lap, she held me and kept me from falling off.  I felt like a load of wet, limp laundry.  Just happy to be and nothing more.  She took her mouth from mine but not before giving my lips on last quick peck.

“T-thank you,” I breathed out more than said.

“All part of TSA’s friendly service,” Holland said with a chuckle.

“The service was outstanding.”

“You live in Dallas or Fort Worth?”

“No, San Francisco.”

“A shame. I was hoping to ask you out on a date.”

“Aw, that’s sweet… but I won’t be back until next year.  The erotica writers convention, you know.”

“I know.  I read your books Miss Henderson.  I’m a big fan.”

“What?”

“Can I get an autograph?”

I was stunned.  Climbing out of her arms and off her lap I smoothed out my skirt while staring at her.  Holland’s face was open, honest and could barely contain her arousal.  She handed me a piece of white paper from a pad in her pocket.  Taking the pen out of her hand I started to write before I remembered I didn’t know what her first name was.

 “What’s your first name?” I asked.

“Dorothy.  Dorothy Holland, Miss Henderson,” she replied.

“You can call me Betty.  After all, any woman whose stuffed her fingers up my cunt and made me cum until I’m shaky can’t call me Miss Henderson.”

“Okay, Betty.”

Dorothy’s face turned pink from embarrassment.  I realized she wasn’t prone to this sort of outlandish behavior.  Her shy nature exposed made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  It wasn’t love—or I didn’t think so at the time.  Yet there was something there, something tangible I wanted to explore. 

“I never suspected you’d let me do that… I’m kinda shocked,” Dorothy said.

“You silly,” I said with a laugh.  “My website states clearly I’m gay.”

“Oh… it does?”

“You knew that… you just wanted to tease me, didn’t you?”

“The computer didn’t pull your name out.  I lied.  I saw you and couldn’t believe it was you.  I told the senior agent I wanted an autograph and he let me pick you out of the crowd.  I knew you were gay, but wouldn’t be interested in a girl like me.  I’m not exactly a swimsuit model, ya know.  At least this way I could touch the woman whose books I adore legally.”

“Why you naughty girl, Dorothy!  Yeah, you’re not my usual type but I do find you attractive—even before your little body cavity search.”
“Sorry, can you forgive me?”

“Forgive you?  I’d like to eat you until you scream but I have to catch this flight.”

“Now who’s the tease?”

“Me, I guess.”

I noticed I’d left a wet mouth print on her right tit.  The desire to pull out her left and make them equal in arousal and moist consumed me.  I couldn’t take my eyes off how her boob was sticking out of her white TSA shirt and hanging over her bra.  Walking over I took a business card out of my purse.  With quick and nervous fingers I wrote down my unlisted phone number along with the one for my cell.  I handed it to Dorothy who’s face went slack with shock.  Her mouth dropped open and this made me happily think how’d I’d like to resume that kiss.  She took the card and I kissed her fast on the mouth.  She surprised me, it seemed only right to do the same to her.

“Call me when you get a chance,” I told her.

“But we live so far apart.  How are we going to get together?” Dorothy asked.

“We can’t I don’t have the cash for a return flight for awhile… do you have a computer?  A webcam?”

“I don’t have a webcam.”

“That’ll have to do.  We can get together online.”

“Phone sex?”

“If you like.  After all I’m a writer.  Just think about how nasty and dirty I can talk.”

I knew she could by her instant reaction. Her face went from a pinkish shame to scarlet excitement at the thought of what I’d say.  She shuddered in the chair making it squeak and creak.

“Maybe we can meet halfway—at a nice no-tell motel…,” I remarked in my best seductive voice.  “You.  Me.  A bottle of lube, several vibrators and no clothing for an entire weekend.  Sound good?”

“Oh god,” she moaned.  “I wish… but I don’t have any vacation time.”

“Well it’s a thought.  I think I’ll put this little encounter in my next book—if you don’t mind.”

“I’ll be a character in one of your novels?”

“If you want I can change your name.”

“No, that’s okay.  Wow!  Wait until I tell my roommate Jill about all this!”

“You do that, sweetie,” I said kissing her on the cheek.

She blushed even redder.

“Are we done here?” I asked.

“Yeah… unfortunately,” Dorothy said with a giggle.

“I’ll be in touch if you don’t call first.”

“I-I will…”

“Thanks, Dorothy.  Thank you for everything.

“It was my pleasure.”

“Mine too.  Just don’t forget to delete that file from the camera over there.  I don’t want to be a star on the Internet.”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

I walked out of the room, my legs still shaky from my orgasm.  Walking past the other TSA agents I noticed how they were acting.  The skinny brunette who’d left the exam room was all but gagging in repulsion.  She must’ve been in on it.  I worried Dorothy’s job might be on the line if this breeder reneged on the deal she’d made with Dorothy.  The fat guy sitting by the computer, probably the senior agent was licking his lips and leering at me.  The other men were crowded around him their eyes fixated on the monitor.  Their bodies were hunched over like coroners during an autopsy as they watched the instant replay.  Most of them sported wood.  I wondered how many would excuse themselves, go to the bathroom and jerk off.  I laughed.  They looked up, grinned like felons so I gave them a wink and they all got embarrassed.  The people in line were shooting me looks of utter disbelief.  Perhaps my cries weren’t as muffled as I thought.

Fuck ‘em, I thought, strolling past them with my head held high.

I slept like the dead on the flight back to San Fran.

****

            The rest of the story goes something like this.  Dorothy deleted our little escapade from the TSA computers but saved a copy for us both.  It’s supposed to be impossible but I knew better.  The Internet was filled with TSA shots of women’s and men’s nude bodies from the scanner.  As for the file… well, she sent a copy to me.  If I thought getting it firsthand was hot, viewing it was a whole new experience for me.  I watched it twice and masturbated the last time with my favorite dildo.  Plunging it into my sopping wet pussy, watching Dorothy woman-handle me until I climaxed I drove myself to another screamer.  I came as hard then as I did on the monitor. 

Dorothy called a week later.

I talked dirty for three hours.

Dorothy climaxed, half-dozen times—I had four myself.

TSA found out about the entire finger-fucking, tit sucking session and acted accordingly.  Dorothy got fired.   Somebody squealed and I figured it was the homophobic brunette who left us alone.  So jobless and craving me, Dorothy was in a peck of trouble (her words, not mine).

I had no choice.

I flew Dorothy out to San Francisco, let her stay with me under the false pretense for just  awhile so she could find another job and apartment.  She’s now a bouncer at a gay bar and it’s working out for both of us.  We drive each other crazy at night.  Keeping with our first encounter she occasionally dresses up in her old uniform (she kept her spare, I paid for it when TSA was told it was lost) and “searches” me.  Last night she bent me over the coffee table in front of my webcam.  I didn’t have any explosives on (or in) my body but I did have an explosion.  Of the orgasmic kind, I mean.  Howling and screaming in delight I detonated while she reamed my hot, hungry pussy and slid her greased thumb up my puckered anus.  I came hard—my fingers are still shaking on the keyboard—you see, we just finished before I started writing this. 

Shocked?  I write about what we do in bed, on the couch, in the elevator, on the balcony and in the bathroom  To make sure I get it right, we record our antics.  And I do mean everything.  Ours is a no-holds-barred, living on the edge style of sex.  Because of Dorothy and the digital recordings my writing has taken on a kinkier aspect, even my editor has commented about how more real and hot it sounds.  I couldn’t agree more.  It’s been four months and I don’t want Dorothy to move out.  We’re not exactly in love but it’s all good—Dorothy doesn’t want to go anyway.  So who says the TSA don’t provide a necessary service? 

They sure did for this lonely lesbian.

 

Like Sexy Shorts?

Recently I’ve sent out and had published two short stories on Every Night Erotica’s website (www.everynighterotica.com).  Here’s what you’ll find of mine there:

Subway.  This tale is all about a young woman commuting to work and feeling a little frustrated since she’s been single (and horny) for so long.  What starts out as a commute turns into her being “felt up” in a crowed subway car.

A Silk Distraction.  What woman doesn’t hate their period?  Tired, aching and cranky a woman finds her boyfriend Lenny a bit too “aroused” during this time.  But a chance conversation about her newly purchased silk gloves leads her out of the sore mental cave and into the realm of hot erotic passion.

Again you can search for them here:

http://www.everynighterotica.com/

Enjoy!

Chris

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:  The following long story (10,000+ is NOT a short story) contains adult language and graphic sex.  If you are under the age of 18 PLEASE LEAVE NOW!

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            Josh Ramsey walked into his apartment.  He grimaced at the mess in the living room not because it needed cleaned but because it reminded him yesterday was his last day off.  He’d have to work another forty hours at Burger World before he could relax.  The smell of dirty clothes and his work uniforms reeking of French fry and hamburger grease welcomed him home like an irate wife.  He shuffled inside, closed the door behind him and tossed his book bag on the floor. 
The satchel contained his latest soiled work outfit, grease smeared shoes and an all too familiar white sack from BW.  Dinner was courtesy of his job.  He could see the flashing red-blue-red light of the neon sign from the street coming through the window.  It bathed the combination living/dining/bedroom with harsh illumination.  The sounds of cars and trucks with all their honking, revving and speeding down the street weren’t well muffled by the window or the heavy curtains.  Josh kicked off his shoes and headed to the bathroom.  Once inside he shut the door to the only separate room in the flat.  Peeling off his clothes (which due to their trip in the backpack carried a faint odor of fast food) he saw his reflection.

            Josh was tall and skinny.  At twenty-five he was still plagued by acne eruptions.  They dotted his face and neck like the boils on a troll’s ass.  Violent red in color mingled amid the scraggily and thin beard from not shaving for two days.  His nose was too long and his average brown eyes perched at the apex of it too close.  He looked like a bird.  His thin chest, narrow hips and oversized feet and hands completed his stork-like appearance.  Standing in his underwear he wondered what bet his parents’ lost with God to produce such a misfit.

            I should be depressed about my life but…, he thought.

            In his mailbox he’d discovered a reason to smile.

            Although he worked a minimum wage slave job, lived in a bad side of town in a shitty apartment there was one thing he still had.  To most it wouldn’t be worth mentioning.  Some would recoil in disgust from it while yet others would find it hilarious.  However his secret was safe.  Nobody knew his hidden passion, the reason he kept on going.  Like a man struggling through the burning desert towards a distant oasis Josh stumbled on through his life.  Onward to his goal—the bright light in the constellation of his life.

            Stacy Starr.

            He had run across her during a late night web browsing session.  Sitting naked in front of a computer he’d bought at a pawn shop he was looking for some excellent wanking material.  By sheer accident he stumbled across her site.  He could still recall the hot flash of lust which had torn through his chest making his breath catch in his throat.  His fingers trembled on the mouse. The picture of Stacy on her homepage had her right side facing the camera.  Her body turned slightly exposing both tits which peeked over the red satin sheet she was holding.  On the screen the white arrow shivered across the porn actress’ angelic face, heavy breasts and perfect ass.  Her golden hair hung in loose curls around her features.  Josh was quick to click her photos link and wasn’t disappointed.  Stacy alone, Stacy with another woman, Stacy with a man and Stacy with multiple partners the snapshots went on and on.  But unlike the others in the images none of them compared to the angel with the devil’s grin. 

            Stacy Starr—the brightest star in Josh’s life.

            He’d joined her fan club, bought her videos and paid good money to become a VIP member of her website.  He dug up every interview, read her biography and even purchased tickets to see her live and in person at a men’s club.  To see her, only fifty feet away dancing, strutting and smiling caused Josh to nearly black out from ecstasy.  He knew every curve, swell and arch of her body memorized over countless masturbation sessions.  But now he could smell her perfume, hear her voice live and watch her interact with the crowd.  She teased men wealthy enough to pay to come up on stage.  Josh cursed his meager savings and low wages.  Stacy was funny, charming and had a wonderful delivery when it came to dirty jokes.  Her two hours on stage seemed both long and yet short.  It left him wanting.  It left everyone in the men’s club wanting but not getting.  The perfect show.  The washed out strippers who normally worked there appeared to be faded plastic flowers compared to Stacy’s bountiful bouquet. 

            I’d hoped to get closer to her—but there were too many others in the way, he said with an inner grumble.

            He’d been rebuked by her manager a greasy man with too many chins and not enough brain cells to realize Josh was his client’s biggest fan.  He’d asked for five hundred up front just to attend a meet-and-greet with the adult film star.  Josh worked at Burger World and five bills were more than he could afford.  He’d walked out of the club depressed and angry.  It didn’t stop him from keying Mr. Moneybag’s Cadillac just out of spite.

            But last week there was an email in his inbox.  Stacy had a “special” gift for all her loyal VIP fans.  It was a limited edition, only-available-for-a-short-time collector’s DVD.  The price—a mere fifty bucks.  Without batting an eyelash Josh dropped the cash on it.  Now stashed in a zippered compartment of his backpack was the manila envelope with a return address fromHollywood,California.  When he pulled it out of the mailbox, saw the address and felt the DVD case inside he almost fainted.  His vision swam in lusty red waves when he spied the lipstick kiss on the cover next to his name and address.  Had Stacy’s lips really touched the envelope?  Was it another woman working in some sweatshop or had that angelic mouth made real contact near the printed words “Josh Ramesy,2023 Division Street, Apt. # 12,Chicago,IL60622”?

            He didn’t care.

            Josh started the shower which was quick to steam up the tiny room.  Letting the burning liquid roll down his body and ease away the tension of the day he imagined Stacy kissing the envelope over and over in his mind.

****

            Dinner was eaten in a hurried rush.  Sitting in front of him, still unopened was the goddess’ mailed surprise.  He toyed with it, spinning it around only after wiping his hands in a furious fashion to avoid leaving greasy fingerprints.  The anticipation of what could be on the DVD took precedence in his mind.  He tried to imagine what he’d find.  Stacy was bold as she was beautiful.  Scenes of past performances played out in his head like a looped video on the Internet. 

            “But she said it was special—for her biggest fans only,” he said past a mouthful of Super Deluxe Mega-Burger (hold the onions please). 

            He tossed the limp cold fries away and downed the rest of his Coke.  His eyes never left the DVD envelope.  Josh stood up and saw his devastated apartment.

            “No, this simply won’t do,” he said aloud while rubbing the stubble on his chin.

            He spent the next two hours cleaning up his place.  Tossing out trash, moping up the small landing strip of linoleum in the kitchen and even running the vacuum cleaner.  The last bit of tiding up left a burning smell lingering in the apartment.

            “Stacy deserves better,” he muttered.

            He opened the window after pushing past the heavy curtains.  The cool night air rushed in like a robber but then swept out after finding nothing to steal.  The scent remained.  Shutting the window and drawing the drapes he went into the bathroom.

            “I know I put those scented candles Wendy got me here somewhere,” Josh spoke out loud.

            The memory of the evergreen tapers and their obnoxious emerald hue made him scoff at the giver.  Wendy Marshall was fat, pimply and definitely NOT Stacy-like.  His co-worker’s hair was a badly dyed black, her blubbery lips seemed to constantly be wet and her pudgy hands were always near her mouth.  Needless to say Josh wasn’t shocked at the condition of her nails.  They were chewed to the ends of her fingers.  Wendy liked him.  Josh liked her as far away as possible.  Wendy gave him gifts (like the candles) and Josh gave her the cold shoulder.  Wendy told him about how she just bought some expensive lingerie, Josh cringed at the thought of her wearing it.  Co-workers laughed behind his back so Josh asked the manager to only schedule him from open (five in the morning) until two hours after lunch.  This limited his time working with Wendy to two hours (she went to cosmetic school from six untilnoon).

            “Ah, ha!’ he exclaimed when he found the candles in the back of the cupboard under the sink.

            Running into the living/dining/bedroom he rummaged through his junk drawer until he found an old lighter.  It was out of fluid.  Taking a risk he managed to light the candles on the gas stove only slightly burning his fingers.  Sucking on the singed digits he placed the powerful smelling candles around the room.  One on the television set, another on shelves next to his favorite paperbacks, yet another on the nightstand beside his bed and the last on the battered coffee table in front of the couch. 

            “Perfect!” he said with a satisfied chuckle.

            Going back to the bed (sitting in the back right corner of the room) he opened the nightstand’s only drawer and pulled out a bottle of personal lubricant and a pair of old dish towels.  He set them on the coffee table, checked the curtains for privacy and snatched the envelope (with the lipstick kiss) off the dining table.

            “There’s something missing.”

            He went to his dresser and found a pair of mock silk pajama bottoms.  Stripping off his clothes he jammed one foot in and then the other.  Josh tugged it up to his skinny waist, cinched the drawstrings and ran his hands down the soft material.  Satisfied all was as it should be he retired to the couch.

            “I wanna be careful with this,” he told himself.

            He ripped in delicate fashion the sealed edge of the manila package.  Tipping it over the DVD case slid out with a whisper and into the palm of his hand.  The cover made him swallow hard and dry.

            Stacy.  Naked.  Horny.  Smiling.

            Not just that but another lipstick kiss had been planted on the cover and—gasp—his name had been written on it.  Josh felt his eyeballs bulge out as he read the words.

            “Too Josh, all my love—Stacy” it said in flowing feminine script.

            Stacy began to shake as Josh’s hands trembled like a bowl of Jell-O in an earthquake.  He licked his lips.  Meanwhile in the fake silk confines of his pajama bottoms his thin cock began to stir like some awakened garden snake. 

            He opened it up, his fingers quivering with excitement he almost broke the case in two.  Inside was the silver disc itself.  Stacy’s face and name dominated it.  He frowned.  There wasn’t a lipstick kiss here like he hoped for. 

            “No matter, it’s all good,” he said consoling himself.  “The DVD is the important thing.”

            He stood up and walked over to the electronic video machine.  Jabbing the power button he waited for it to stick out its wide tongue to receive the ambrosia circular delight he held.  Placing it with exaggerated care he pushed the tray and ran back to the couch.  Josh picked up the TV and DVD controllers and waited.

            The blue screen seemed to mock him.  He began to worry the DVD was blank and he’d been ripped off.  As his anger rose (and cock fell) the monitor flickered from blue to the main menu.  He read the words in hot pink which were to the left of Stacy’s gorgeous face. 

            Welcome!       

Play.

Jump to a Scene.

            Extras.

            More Videos.

            Fan club Info.

            “So much to see, but what should I start with?” he said to the empty apartment.

            He wanted to get right to the action.  The hot desire thundering through his veins didn’t want one more moment of suspense. 

            “I’ve got time,” he told it, picking and selecting the Welcome option.

            The screen dissolved into tiny digital dots and sizzled back into focus with Stacy, the Sex Goddess herself, sitting on a wicker lounge chair next to a in-ground pool of blue water.  She was wearing a white and pink silk kimono and nothing else.  Josh could see her pussy exposed just enough by the hiked hem of her attire.  Before he could visually devour her long legs, angelic face and sensuous nether lips she spoke.

            “Well hello there, baby,” she said her voice husking with lust. “I’d like to welcome you to the never-before-seen, extra-special DVD for all my true and devoted fans.  Since I went on tour and met some of you I decided you deserved something unique.  I wish I could’ve met all of you—but I’m only one girl after all.  But I just wanted you to know I love each and every one of you—and I dream nightly about you.  This video is a collector’s edition so be gentle with it—and me.  Also I’d like to announce a new feature on my website.  It’s called “Sexy Talk with Stacy”.  You will be able to email me directly—and I’ll come back to you as soon as I can.”

            Oh shit!  Oh shit, I’ll be able to email her? Josh screamed in his head.

            “But for right now let’s spend some time alone together,” she continued, beginning to stroke her left breast through the silk.  “I’m sure we’ll have a really good time.  Ta-ta for now!”

            The images faded and returned to the main menu.  Josh found himself gasping for air. 

            He clicked Play, snagged the bottle of lube and tugged his semi-soft cock out of the fly of his pajamas.  Greasing up his palm he watched with a burning intent as the video kicked off with Stacy talking to him, calling him baby and stroking the pussy he’d pay anything to touch just once.

****

            “Hey mister, how about my change?” the angry man said.

            Josh blinked his eyes and stared at the customer.  Apologizing in a muted tone he scooped out seventy-two cents in change and handed to the business suit wearing man.  The guy snatched his order off the counter, grumbled something about Josh being a mental case and strode away.  The Tuesday lunch crowd had thinned out and nobody stepped up to the register he was standing in front of.

            Josh yawned so wide his jaw popped.

            He’d been up almost all night, pulling his pud while watching Stacy Starr perform dozens of self-pleasuring acts upon herself.  She spoke to him like the DVD was made specifically for him.  His crotch was sore.  When he finally went to bed he woke up with a stiff and sticky right hand and an aching cock.  He’d waddled into the shower and even the coolest setting of the meager deluge of water made him cry out in pain.  Between the lack of sleep, the soreness of his privates and the lunch hour rush he still carried the burned in images of Stacy’s hot antics.

            Josh looked at the clock.  It was one-thirty and he was due for a break.  Catching the manager’s attention he motioned for Cheryl Hanes to come over.

            “It’s my break,” he said trying not to yawn again.

            “Go ahead, I’ll cover for you,” she said, “and for God’s sake drink some coffee—you look dead tired.  You only got a half hour left on your shift but I’m afraid you’re going to fall down and hurt yourself.”

            “Thanks.”

            Josh poured himself some coffee.  Hot and black it steamed up smelling strong and slightly burnt.  Carrying it with limited caution (spilling enough on the back of his hand to nearly cause him to swear out loud) he departed.  He made his way around the stack of milkshake machines, the heated bin and the soda dispensers.  Stumbling past the fryers he avoided the grill worker’s attempt at conversation.  He pushed past the door and into the break room.

            Wendy was there waiting for him. 

            Her round, fat face broke into a smile and she seemed to perk up like some dog seeing its master come home after a long day at work.  He sat down and she leaned towards him.  This caused her big boobs (the only feature she had which caused a minor interest for her in him) to squash on the small table.

            Just great.  I’m dead on my feet and now I have to deal with her, Josh thought.

            “Hiya Josh!” she said in a too cheerful chirp.  “What’s going on?  You look really tired.”

            “Couldn’t sleep last night.  Apartment was too hot.  Air conditioner is broke,” he lied.

            “Oh you poor thing!  My dad works on things like that.  How ‘bout you bring it over to my house and let him look at it?”

            “Not today—I don’t think I have the energy for it.”

            “So did you hear the news?”

            “What’s that,” he said, sipping the burnt liquid and grimacing.

            “The Uptown Theater is having a special showing of the original Star Wars film this Saturday.  Not that crappy Episode One either—the first one with Mark Hamel, Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford.”

            He perked up when the news awoke his inner geek.

            “Is it the re-release?” he asked, his voice rising.

            “Nope!  The very original original.  Do ya wanna go with me?  I could buy the tickets tomorrow on my way to work,” Wendy said.

            He smiled and immediately regretted it.  Due to his tired status he realized he’d fallen into one of her obviously laid traps.  She knew he was a big Star Wars geek.

            “I think I gotta work Saturday,” he said hoping she’d get the hint.

            “Oh come on!  You work days… the movie doesn’t start untilseven o’clockin the evening and you have the next day off.  What do ya say?  It’ll be my treat.”

            Fuckity-fuck-fuck! he swore to himself.  I’m too exhausted to come up with another lie.  I’ll just agree to it and then pretend to get sick—yeah, yeah that’s the ticket.

            “Sure I’ll go,” he said over the rim of his coffee.

            “You will?  Oh wow that’s fantastic!  I just know we’ll have a good time.  Maybe we can stop for donuts and go back to your apartment to talk about the movies in general.  I’m a big fan…”
            And a big assed woman too…

            “… and I know it’d be great to talk about something other than work,” she finished saying.

            “Give me your cell number in case I can’t find you at the theater,” he said.

            “Oh wow!  Sure let me go get a pen and paper from the manager’s desk!”

            She departed with all the grace and quietness of a buffalo stampede.  Josh hung his head and wished for a do-over.  But he knew he was fucked. 

            Maybe I should just tell her I’m not interested—wait I’ve told her she just isn’t getting the message, he thought.  Oh Christ, if the rest of the crew here find out I’m in for a world of snide comments and fatty-and-skinny jokes.  Oh well…

****

            It was Thursday night and his cock had healed.  Promising himself he’d take it easy Josh decided to only watch his favorite part of Stacy’s video.  Using the remote he picked the Jump to a Scene feature and highlighted the “Stacy in bed” image.  Lubing up his hand, tugging out his cock (still a bit tender) he waited for it to start.

            “Ooh yeah…,” Stacy said in a drawn out sigh. “I thought you’d never get here baby.  I’m so worked up—so horny for you.  But you can only watch.  In fact why don’t you take out that big, hard cock of yours and start jerking off?  You can watch me stroke my hot, wet pussy while I get off watching you play with yourself.”

            “Anything you want, Stacy,” he said in response.

            She began pulling apart her wet labia and exposing the inner pink petals of her cunt. She dipped a finger into it and ran it up in a slow caress.  She moaned loud and long as she did so.

            “Ooh yes… that feels so good,” she drawled.  “I love to touch myself and have you watch, baby.  I bet you’d like to fuck me—wouldn’t you?  Well that’s too bad because I want to tease you until you come.  I wanna see your hot jizz squirt out of your cock.  Oh yeah… look at how deep I can put my two fingers into my pussy.  Do you like that?”

            He did.

            “Does it make you horny seeing me stroke my cunt?”

            It did.

            “Oooh yeah but it’s not enough… just not enough to make me come.”

            Josh had to concur.

            She reached behind the pillow and pulled out a realistic pink dildo.  She licked the tip.  Stacy put the head in her mouth and sucked it long and hard.  The fake prick made a popping sound when she pulled it out between her tight pursed lips.

            Stacy giggled… Josh groaned.

            “I’m gonna fuck myself with this… are you still hard?  Oh yeah, I can see you’re nice and hard.  Here it goes… ooh it’s a bit too big… ahh, there it goes.”

            The head of the dildo was sinking into her cleft.  Stacy’s fingers began to rub her clit, she shut her eyes and wiggled her hips.  Her thighs shivered.

            “Oh so deep… so good… I wonder if I can take more?  Would you like to see me try, baby?” she asked.

            “Yes… shove it all in, Stacy,” Josh answered his fist picking up speed across his erect shaft.

            The ten inch long phallus of realistic latex eased into her.  She spread her legs wider and the camera zoomed in for a closer look.  The screen was taken up by Stacy’s cunt filled with fake meat and her fingers (red painted) circled her swollen bud in tight, slow circles.  The camera pulled back and Stacy’s other hand was squeezing her left tit.  Her mouth parted in a pre-orgasmic O of pleasure.

            “I’m going to stick my ass in your face—just to give you a different view,” she moaned.

            Stacy pulled the dildo out of her pussy, took her digits off her clit and spun around.  She got on her hands and knees, dipping down so her heavy breast dangled between her legs and framed her red snatch.   She spread her legs and pushed the fleshy invade back into the heated slit between her thighs.  Stacy looked at him over her shoulder. Her face was red and she was panting in hot desire.

            “Oh yes… tell me how naughty I am,” she said begging in hot need.

            “You’re an angel in heat,” Josh answered in a ragged voice.

            “I’m… I-I’m going to come.”   

            “Me t-too.”

            “C-come with me baby.”

            “Yes I will.  You’re so fucking hot—I love you, Stacy!”

“Isn’t this… fantastic?  I want to feel you come on me…”

“I wish you were here with your mouth on my cock!”

“Coat my tits with your jizz… make me your bitch forever! Oh yes… I can’t hold back…”

“You’re mine!  Forever and ever!”

            She stuffed and unstuffed the fake cock into herself.  Josh could hear (due to the volume being turned up near maximum) the sloshing sound of her cunt being plunged into recklessly.  His hand blurred across his cock, Stacy began to whimper in stuttering orgasmic noises.  She rolled over, reared up and wedged her feet underneath the arching top bar of the brass bed’s headboard.  She was totally exposed, splayed out in a vulnerable position while she drove the dildo into herself.  Stacy began screaming in soft high tones.  Her thighs shook, her face contorted in an animalistic delight as she drove the fake meat into herself.

            “I-I’m coming!  Oh fuck yeah… I’m coming for you, baby.  Come with me… please spray your jizz all over my cunt and hands!”

            Josh moaned loud and felt his balls squeeze tight and his cock begin to pulse.  The squishy sounds of his lubed hand gliding across his iron-hard shaft mimicked Stacy’s wet delving of her pussy.

            Then the screen froze. 

Stacy’s face was stopped at the very edge of her climax.  The image flickered briefly a few times but didn’t continue.  Josh’s hand stopped at the apex of his next stroke.  He waited for a second for it to continue while he ignored the need to orgasm.  But the image only remained frozen.  He started to swear.

“Goddamned cheap-assed DVD!” he said his anger rising.

He picked up the remote and pressed pause and then play.  Nothing moved.  He tried fast forwarding, it didn’t work.  Rewind was equally a failure and even pressing the main menu button didn’t do shit.  He screamed in frustration and threw the remote across the room where it struck the wall.  The back lid came off and batteries spilled out and rolled like terrified cockroaches under his bed.  He started to go soft.

“You fucking bitch!” he yelled at the naked woman on the TV.  “You cheap, rotten cunt!  I’m so pissed… I’m going to demand a fucking refund!”

He picked up the DVD case and flung it into the kitchen.  It hit the wall above the refrigerator and slide down behind it joining a few other items which had become lost there too.  Prancing around in fury, his cock still dangling out of his fly Josh swore up a blue streak.  He turned to kick the screen, his anger climbing to heights not yet discovered by any space vehicle.

Stacy began to move.

He flinched and fell back on the couch.  Watching in utter amazement another Stacy began pulling away from the stilled image and pressing her hands against the screen.  Josh looked on in fascinated horror as the glass began to bulge out.  He heard a tittering squeak of terror and realized he was making that noise.  Stacy-But-Not-Stacy pushed her hands, palm first thought the screen.  They were quickly followed by her arms, her face and her upper body.  Her huge rack melting outward to dangle almost to the floor. 

“No, no, no!” he wailed.  “G-go the fuck back where you came from… I’m sorry I was mad… please don’t h-hurt me.”

Stacy-Yet-Not-Stacy fell out of the TV and onto the threadbare carpet.  On the monitor the other Stacy was still frozen with her hand between her legs and her feet on the headboard.  The other Stacy stood up in a slow manner.  Her body flickered like a static laced TV transmission.  He could hear the hiss and snap just like you would during a bad storm. 

Then she looked at him and smiled.

He heard a squeal bubble past his lips.  His arms went over the back of the couch as his heels dug into the carpet.  He tried but failed to gain any purchase to escape.

“Hello,” Stacy-Out-of-the-TV said in a pop-snap-crackle voice.

“W-who… what are you?” Josh said in a mealy mouthed tone.

“I’m Stacy… Stacy Starr.  And you are Josh, right?”

“You can’t be… you c-came out of the TV.  How did you know my name?”

“Yes I know your name.  The DVD was made just for you and now you called me.”

“It was?  I did?”

“I heard you say you’d be mine for ever and ever.  Ah, that poor nice cock as gone all limp on you.  I bet I know how to bring him back to life.”

“N-no stay away…”

She walked through the coffee table.  Not on it or around it by passed through the center like it didn’t exist.  Josh saw it and froze.  Her legs made a crackling sound as it passed through the pressed wood of the table.  Stacy-Out-of-the-Boob-Tube knelt at his feet.  She started reaching for his forgotten and greasy shaft.

“Ooh this is a nice cock you have,” she said purring like a kitten.

Josh sobbed out like a terrified child lost in a grocery store and separated from his mother.

She grabbed his meat.

It felt solid but not solid.  There was an electric-like tingle where his flesh met hers.  She began to stroke him, he began to watch.  Nature took its course despite the unnatural events and he rose back to hardness in her static-filled fist. 

“Oh… f-fuck!” he said in a loud voice as she pushed his cock into her mouth.

It was like being encircled by some wet, electric sex toy.  He could feel every millimeter of her gripping lips, exploring tongue and deep throat.  She sucked and sucked.  He whined and gasped.  His hands fell to his sides and curled into white knuckled fists.  Stacy-Not-Stacy took his meat all the way to the base and he could tell there was room for more.  Slurping, licking and sucking the woman out of the television brought him to the point of orgasm.

Then she stopped.

He whimpered in wordless tones. She sat back on her heels and glorious ass and grinned like a sex fiend.  She climbed into his lap.  Slow and unhurried she mounted him.  His eyes rolled back in his head when his shaft sank into her buzzing almost electric pussy.  Josh opened his eyes to see her offering up her left tit.  He grabbed it and covered her nipple with his mouth.  He sucked it while she fucked him.  His lips and tongue tingled like he’d eaten spicy hot salsa.  Her smooth legs and supple thighs rubbed against his as she rode him without hurry. 

Up and down.

In and out.

Suck and fuck.

His balls swelled, Stacy began to cry out and toss her head wildly from side to side.  She came—hard.  One moment she was a steady piston rising and falling on his shaft and the next she was like a wild animal.  Bucking up and down in a furious attempt to drive his meat up into her body like some fleshy spike.  Her tits swung out of his hands.  They slapped at his face while she began to babble in lusty incoherence.

“Fuck yeah!” she wailed. “This is… better… better than… doing it to myself… oh yes… oh baby drive it into me… fuck me like an animal…”

“Huh, huh…ahhh!” he managed to reply.

“So hard… so good… fuck yeah!”

She screamed.  Her head fell back and she arched towards the coffee table making her breast thrust out erotically.  Stacy-Not-Stacy rode him until she was reduced to quivering rises and shivering falling upon his still unsatisfied shaft.  He started to say he hadn’t finished when she hopped off his lap and stuck her ass into his face.  She presented the puckered opening like it was a special present.  Without a word she sat down on his wet cock.  He sank into her snug, tight bottom until her creamy rear squashed against his trembling thighs.

“Oh… yeah…,” Stacy moaned.  “So deep in my butt… feels good…”

Josh couldn’t speak.  It was like having a Tesla coil wrapped firmly around your junk.  She began to squeeze her ass cheeks and pump her rear up and down on his meat.  He saw her grab her tits and toss her head back.  Her long golden hair hung down to the top of her bottom.

“Fuck me… fuck my ass, Josh!” she said in a tone like a horny angel.

He pumped his hips the best he could but she wasn’t leaving him room to maneuver.

“Come in my ass… do it!  Squirt you jizz into me… give me a sperm enema!”

He didn’t have time to reply and suddenly he was ejaculating so hard he felt lightheaded and dizzy.  Shot after shot was deposited into the snug realm of her ass.  She screamed along with him.  Her ass bounced off his thighs until he began to beg in blubbering tones for her to cease and desist.

“N-no more… please Stacy, no more,” he said with a gasp.

She rose from his lap like a ghost from its tomb.  Something wet glittered between her perfect thighs and she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.

“You were fantastic,” Stacy said.

“You too…,” he mumbled.

“I have to go.”

“Where?”

“Back into the DVD.”

“Stay?”

“I can’t not without payment.”

“How much?  I’ll give you everything in my bank account.”

“I need flesh…flesh and blood to remain on this plane of existence.”

“W-what?”

“I’d only need it once… would you do that for me?  I’d stay with you forever, just like you want me too.   I just need flesh and blood.  You could provide it for me.”

“I-I don’t know…”

“Think about fucking me every night.  No holds barred, nothing off limits and any taboos you’d like to explore.”

“That’d be nice…”

“I just need flesh and blood.  Surely there’s someone you know that nobody would miss.”

“Yes.”

“They need to be naked and aroused.”

“Naked and aroused…”

“Remember it’s important to have the DVD running.  It doesn’t have to be playing but it must be on as well as the TV.”

She kissed him on the mouth leaving a static charged sensation on his lips.  He watched her sink into the TV screen, remerge with the Stacy on the bed and then the DVD started up again.  Stacy shoving the cock into her pussy one final time and climaxing in a shriek of ultimate pleasure.  Her voice still echoed siren-like in his mind.  Josh closed his eyes and listened.

I need flesh… flesh and blood to remain… Surely there’s somebody you know that nobody would miss…

****

 

He woke up to the alarm clock’s warning, the DVD still running and the unmistakable smell of hot pussy in the apartment.  He thought about the price and by the time he was dressed and ready to go to work he had the details all worked out.

****

            Saturday night at the Uptown Theater and Josh was trying to keep his nerve.  It wasn’t because he was meeting Wendy Two-Tons-of-Fun but what would occur later on.  Did he have the courage to permit murder in his apartment?  Would the cops trace her back and slap the cuffs on him?  Was it worth it?  Was the price of having Stacy Starr (or this facsimile of her) all to himself?  He tried not to bolt.  But his lust for the porn star kept him rooted to the spot he was standing on.

            “Josh!  Hey Josh, I’m over here!” his date called out.

            She pushed her way through the crowd like an out of control tractor trailer going through a used car lot.  She was holding two tickets in her pudgy grip.  Wendy stopped just short of hugging him.  She was wearing a dress that fit her well and complemented her ample curves and bust.  The makeup she’d applied accented her beauty, a prettiness he didn’t notice before.  But she was no Stacy Starr.

            “Are you excited?” his co-worker asked.

            “You have no idea,” he said keeping his voice steady but just barely.

            “Let’s go!  I wanna stop and get some popcorn and drinks.”

            “Okay.”

            Then she grabbed his hand and yanked him into the cinema pushing people out of her way like they didn’t exist.

****

            The Donut Hole was empty.  With the exception of Josh and Wendy (who was babbling on and on about the movie) they had the place to themselves.

            “Oh and wow!  I still get goose bumps when the Death Star explodes and the rebels win the battle,” she said in a rambling voice.

            “Glazed or with icing and sprinkles?” the bored woman behind the counter asked.

            “Ah, both please,” Josh replied.

            “A dozen?”

“And then when they get their medals… like wow I get so stoked!” Wendy continued.

“Yes a dozen please,” Josh answered the cashier.

He thought about it for a second.  The passion she talked about the Lucas film made him remember his inner geek.  She wasn’t ugly, just a bit overweight.  During the movie he was surprised to see how much they had in common.  She easily grasped the subtle nuances of the film, the character development and many other things he’d long to discuss with someone.  Now he was thinking it was a bit of a shame about Wendy’s fate tonight.

“So what do ya wanna do now?” his date asked.

I’m not sure but I guess I have to go through with it, he thought.

“We’ll go back to my place… you know, to discuss the movie,” he said instead.

“Really?  Oh wow… I wasn’t sure if… oh never mind me I’m still excited about the film.”

He took the box of donuts and paid the unamused clerk.  Wendy stuffed her chubby arm through his elbow and pulled him towards the door.  In his mind Josh decided the faster this hyperactive tub of blubber died the better off he’d feel.

****

            He opened the door and Wendy breezed past him like a charging rhino.  She started an endless series of comments about how nice his place was (he’d been keeping it clean for Stacy), how good it smelled (the candles still cloyingly clung to the drapes) and admiring the view (the neon sign flashing “Tony’s Bar and Grille).  When she saw the bed out in the wide open she turned and gave him a sly grin.

            Oh Jesus, I forgot the part about getting her naked and excited, he thought in a cold rush.  But she’s worth it… Stacy is worth it… isn’t she?

            “Want a donut?” he asked closing the door.

            She followed him like a faithful mutt.  He set the box on the table when she hugged him from behind.  Wendy started talking in fast, halting words.

            “Ever since the first time I met you I knew somehow we were destined to be together,” she began.  “Everyone makes fun of you at work but I defend you because they can’t see the real you.  I see tenderness, compassion and a strength of character most guys don’t have. J-Josh I’ve l-loved you from afar for too long.  Tonight I’m going to show you how much.”

            W-what the fuck? he thought.

            “Now you know how I feel about you,” she said.  “I can’t believe we’re alone together… finally alone at last.”

            “I can’t believe it either,” he replied.

            “I’ve wanted you so bad… I can’t fall asleep without dreaming about you.  This is the start of all sorts of new dreams.  Don’t you think so?”

            He nodded his head and tried not to say it would be more like nightmares instead.

            She nuzzled his neck, he wanted to run.  Not to flee from her but because why she was here.  The terror welled up inside of him and icy fingers began to caress his heart.  He started to say they needed to leave—to go someplace else and talk about this.

            Wendy reached down and caressed his crotch, he forgot about the danger.

            “I want to try something,” she said, her voice thick with desire.  “I’ve been fantasizing about this for ages.”

            She spun him around and kissed him.  Her tongue invaded his mouth and he found himself responding.  He could feel her breath, taste the popcorn on her tongue and hear her soft moans of excitement.  Something bumped against his backside.  It was the box of donuts.  Her hands reached down and undid his belt.  She greedily kissed him while she undid the button on his jeans.  He gasped when his zipper was tugged down.

            Wendy’s hand was now on his cock.

            He always imagined his penis would retreat into the safety of his abdomen, going internal to escape her fat clutches. But instead his shaft actually rose in her tender grip.  She pushed her heavy bosom into his chest a silent plea for him to touch her.  Confused he was barely aware he was squeezing her large ass with both  hands.  She groaned in his mouth.

            Her mouth departed his and she winked at him.  There was a rustling behind him and then she produced a glazed donut and licked her lips.  She slid it over his cock now jutting out of his jeans.  She leaned forward and Josh hoped she could tell the difference between the pastry and his organ.  Wendy began to alternate between eating the donut and sucking his cock.

            She wasn’t bad at it.

            Her mouth was wet and talented.  Her tongue, coated with sticky glaze slid across his shaft.  He reached out, perhaps it was instinct to grip the sides of her head.  She was pulling at her blouse while she ate donut and sucked cock.  The white shirt came off exposing breasts barely contained in an obviously made-to-order bra.  He watched in amazement as she reached back without looking and undid the back.  Wendy’s boobs (double Ds if not bigger) spilled out.  Josh gawked at her huge nipples and his cock twitched in response.  She giggled around his shaft.

            Holy fuck… she’s got one hell of a rack! He mused in a dreamy fashion.

            Wendy ate the rest of the donut and pulled her face away from his crotch.  She scooped up a massive tit in each hand and began to jack his cock off between her meaty globes.  Josh nearly came right there.  Soft, warm and firm Wendy’s boobs milked him.  She caught the tip of his cock (which peeked out only for a nanosecond) and sucked it.  He had to close his eyes from the erotic scene.

            All this time you’ve been shoving her aside but this girl’s got some serious skills, he thought.  She’s honest, loving and is totally into me. 

            She pulled his shaft out of her cleavage and looked up at him.

            “I’m going to rock your word, Josh,” she said tears of joy in the corners of her eyes.  “I’ve waited so long to be with you.  I-I know I’m a big girl—but big girls need love too.  And I’m a bit of a freak.  I-I haven’t been with many guys but I try things on my own.”

            “R-really?” he asked.

            “Sure.  I usually use my dildo on myself and pretend it’s you.  It’s, I mean you’ve been in my mouth, my p-pussy and even my ass.  Now I get to feel it for real.”

            “I don’t know what to say…”

            However his heart was beginning to speak to him.  It spoke of ignoring a real woman, with real honest feelings for an electronic fantasy or images on the computer screen.  Suddenly he knew how stupid he had been acting.  Sure she didn’t have a figure like a porn star but her open and honest love for him transcended her physical appearance.  He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off before he could.

            “Don’t say anything.  If this is just one night I don’t want you to spoil it.  Don’t lie and tell me you love me, just make love to me,” Wendy said slowly.  “If tomorrow comes and it doesn’t work out then at least we’ll both have nice memories of this night.”

            “Wendy I should tell you something…

            “Hush now… no more words.”

            She stood up and took off the rest of her clothes.  Standing in just her panties Josh realized Wendy wasn’t that big.  Oh she had heavy thighs, a bit of a gut and chubby shoulders but she was proportionate.  He found his eyes being drawn to the thick patch of curly hair framing her cleft.  She helped him get undressed.  Then she kissed him.

            He found himself kissing her back with real, honest passion.

            He pushed her onto the table, she spread her legs.  Josh buried his face between her trembling thighs and began spreading the thick folds of her labia.  Her pussy was open, wet and ready.  He tasted her—she was delicious. 

            “O-oh God,” Wendy said in a halting voice.  “I-I’ve never let… Oh. My. God!”

            Josh jammed his tongue into her snatch licking and lapping at her salty-sweet goodness.  He brought up his hand and began fingering her swollen clit.  Wendy’s legs wobbled on either side of his face.  Looking up past her tummy he saw her fondling her own breasts.  She crushed her nipples between her quivering fingers while he dined at her Y. 

            “Oh yes… oh my… I-I’m going to…,” she said in a sobbing, happy voice.

            He dove into her sweltering snatch and licked her like a wild man.  It only took another minute or so before she went into wild convulsions.

            “I’m c-coming!” she squealed her body shaking so hard the table began creaking.

            Her thighs closed around his head.

            “Oh… fuck… oh yes, Josh you’re making me c-come so hard!” she wailed.

            The juices he was lapping up became thicker, like womanly honey.  He didn’t stop until she was pleading with him to let her catch her breath.  Standing up he saw Wendy’s face was scarlet from ecstasy, her nipples (the size of a midget’s fist) standing out like tiny fingers.  He licked and bit each one until she moaned for him to stop.  He loved the sound of her voice.  Josh loved the taste of her.

            He realized he loved her.

            Josh pulled her towards the couch and bent her over it.  Her large ass quivered as she spread her legs.  Looking over her shoulder she wore an expression of fear and excitement.  He touched the tip of his cock to her soaked and spread pussy.  He managed to push in an inch or two before she started speaking.

            “Oh fuck!” she screamed.  “It’s so t-tender… so sensitive!  Oh yes… deeper.  Josh push it in all the w-way!”

            He mashed his hips against her plump ass sinking all of his length into her.  She began pounding her fists against the couch’s cushions and shrieking like a wild woman.   Her butt wiggled and ground against his loins.  The hot smell of her excitement filtered up into his nose and drove him to madness.  He had a rude idea.  He stuck his right thumb into his mouth and coated it with spit.

            She said she was up for anything, Josh thought.

He sank it slow and steady into her puckered anus.

“O-oh God!” she gasped.

“Like that?” he asked.

“I-I don’t know… yes, yes I love it!  Stuff you finger up my ass.”

He did as he was told.  Alternating he plunged cock, withdrew and shoved his finger in while Wendy cried out in pure delight from the double penetration.  He fucked her for what seemed like an hour.  Each thrust made her moan.  Her second orgasm of the night made the couch scoot across the carpet and his ears ring from her blissful screams.  He pumped once, she sobbed for him to stop.  He thumbed her butt and she moaned with pleasure.  Again Wendy looked over her shoulder, her face hot scarlet with unsated lust.

Then she said something unexpected.

“I-I want it… want it in my b-butt,” she said admitting to a nasty, taboo desire.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Y-your cock… in my ass.”

He pulled out and pointed the wet tip against the loosened by still quite tight entrance to her rectum.  Josh had sank about two inches into her when she finally took her next breath.  He saw her sides expand and her bottom begin to shake uncontrollably.  Then she let out a scream.

“Oh. Fuck. Yeah!” Wendy shrieked.  “My ass… so full… so full of Josh-cock.”

He felt his nuts tighten and knew his load was about to be delivered.  Josh began to think this was right.  Wendy and him together, fucking like bunnies and loving every minute of it was just perfect.  The ring of her anus squeezed him—milked him until he could take no more.

He came.

“Oh yes… you did it in my a-ass!” she said happy and aroused.

Josh felt wave after wave of ropey semen spurt out of his cock and shoot into Wendy’s gyrating ass.  He fell forward and wrapped his arms around her.  He took a heaping double helping of tit in his hands.  He douched her bowels until the lay against one another taking in ragged, uneven breaths.

The television cackled to life and Stacy-Not-Stacy began to ooze out of the screen.

Oh shit!  I f-forgot all about this! Josh thought in terror.

Wendy screamed, her ass tightened down so hard she nearly snipped off Josh’s cock.  She tried to back away but only succeeded in burying the rest of his bone in her backyard.

“W-what the fuck is that?” she wailed.  “J-Josh something is coming out of the TV… oh my God it’s a woman… a fucking porn actress!”

“Good work, Josh,”  Electronic Stacy said with a grin.  “Now move away and let me consume her flesh and drink her blood.”      

Josh pulled out of Wendy’s butt.  His cock still leaking semen on the worn carpet of his apartment.  The static-crackling woman advanced through the coffee table.  Wendy was still leaning over the couch, her massive ass still sticking up in the air.

“N-no…,” his co-worker said, her voice a wet sob.

“I need it,” the thing from the DVD said.  “I want to be real.”

“No!” Josh shouted.  “Leave her alone!’

“But you promised.”

“I made a mistake—I don’t want this anymore.  I want  real woman not some electronic duplicate!”

Stacy-Not-Stacy still walked forward but as she reached out for her intended victim Josh yanked Wendy out of arm’ reach.  He thrust out his arms, a living cross displayed to repel the vampire from the TV.

“You’re going back on your promise!” the she-thing said in a horrible snarling voice.

“W-what is she talking about,” Wendy tittered.

“It seduced me… it wanted a victim and I made a mistake,” he answered.  “I thought I loved this… this thing but now I realized how wrong I was!”

“You were going to feed me to that?”

“I made a mistake… please forgive me, Wendy.”

“No more talk!  It’s time for me to eat!” Electronic Stacy said.

She lunged through the couch.  Josh twisted and threw Wendy out of the way.  A sizzling pain shot through his left thigh where Stacy clawed at him trying to disembowel his date.  Four claw-like burn marks were seared into his flesh.  It hurt.  It hurt a lot.  Staggering he managed to get around the couch before falling to the floor.  He watched in horror as Stacy, as naked as Wendy began to stalk the sobbing woman.  His co-worker tried to put the table between herself and her attacker.  But Stacy Vampire walked through it.  She reached for the bigger woman’s torso.

“Now you die and I live!” she screamed in a triumphant voice.

Josh lunged towards the television.  Stretching his entire body length he managed to brush the eject button for the DVD player.  The device’s tongue slid out slowly exposing the limited edition disc.  He reached for it as Wendy screamed.

The disc snapped like a gunshot.  Fragments of it peppered his face and soon his left eye was blinded by blood.  He could smell the iron scent of it.  Josh looked under the coffee table and past the corner of the couch to see if he’d made it in time.

Electronic Stacy screamed.

Wendy fell to the floor, obscured by the kitchen table.

He rose up from the carpet and saw the creature shatter into a million digital shards.  Stumbling to his feet, wiping away the blood in his eye Josh tried to see if Wendy was okay.  He could hear her sobbing and began to pray it wasn’t because she was in pain—or worse yet dying.  Josh padded in a drunken manner around the couch to see if he’d been on time with his last minute save.  Wendy’s naked form was curled up in a ball.  He didn’t see blood but that didn’t mean anything.

“A-are you okay, Wendy?” he asked.

“I-I think so,” she said in a small voice.

“Can you forgive me?  I was so blind—so stupid.  I became so obsessed with a brainless porn star I didn’t realize my feelings for you until it was almost too late.”

She stood up, her breast bobbling as she did so.  Tears were running down her face but he could still see the love in her eyes.  But now it was tempered with suspicion.  He suddenly knew he’d have a tough road ahead to win back her full trust.

“We should get dressed and talk,” he offered up.

“That’s a good idea,” she whispered.

He walked over and encompassed her in a hug warm hug.  She reached out slow and tentative and returned it. 

“I l-love you,” he said.

Josh realized he had tears in his eyes. He made himself a silent promise to do what it took to show Wendy how much he loved her.

****

            Brian Morrison got home to his dingy house.  He lived alone.  He was barely making ends meet and he had just a few dollars left in his checking account.  Today was payday—but it didn’t alter the fact he was already broke.  His boss had berated him for a minor mistake and his mother had called his cell to tell him his sister was getting married and asked when he was.  He hadn’t had a date in two years.  But he wasn’t depressed.

            Stacy Starr’s DVD, a collector’s edition had come in the mail…

A Star’s Rebirth

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  The following is a work of erotic fiction.  If you under the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW!

The limo pulled up to the scene of the shoot.  Sleek and black it oozed through the gates of the mansion like shark gliding through open waters.  In the back, her face pressed to a small mirror was twenty-eight year old Roxie Darling.  With an expert pair of sniffs she snorted the cocaine granulates up the rolled up hundred dollar bill and into her flaring nostrils.  She leaned back and smiled.

This is how it should be, she mused lazily, I’m a star and I should be treated as one.

It had been years since the television show that had made her a household name had ended.  The cast and crew of Taylor Made had long gone their separate ways.  Like a dysfunctional family none of them seemed willing to get together for talk shows or reunions.  The show’s star had found God, the actress who played her mother had drank her way into an early grave and just recently her sit-com father had been arrested for public indecency.   She had been in and out of rehab places due to her cocaine addiction.  But despite public apologies, time served and community service she refused to give it up.

Now after years of toiling in minor film or TV roles I have the chance I’ve always wanted.  Top billing and my face plastered across the movie poster even if it’s a low budget mob movie.  I will shine in it…and then the offers will come pouring in.

Roxie wiped away the powdery residue under her nose with dainty fingers and handed the mirror to the film’s producer.

“I can’t tell you how thrilled we are you decided to take our offer,” he said with a false grin.  “Never in our wildest dreams did we think we could land someone like you for the starring role.”

“Well you should be thrilled,” Roxie sniffed indignantly.  “I am an actress—not some former rap star or stand-up comedian.  I’ve trained at some of the finest workshops in both LA and New York.”

“So I’ve read.  Do you need anything else Ms. Darling?”

“No I’m good—for now.”

As he sat back in the seat of the limo Roxie couldn’t help but smugly smile at his desire to cater to her every whim and need.  Since they first approached her it had been made abundantly clear she would be treated with respect and fawned on.  Although her agent had argued against taking this role Roxie saw the potential for stardom.

I refuse to ride the coattails of another hypocritical and childish actor like I did on Taylor Made, she growled silently.  Putting up with playing second banana to a spoiled brat like Clint Callahan, never again!

The limo cruised predator-like into the back of the spacious and well-maintained manor finally sliding into a parking space.  Roxie looked around and saw the usual chaos of a movie shoot.  Vans, rigs and other vehicles were haphazardly sitting in the California sun like a Tinsel Town version of a flash mob.  Camera people, script girls, electricians and other mundane workers sweated in the heat.

“Where’s my trailer?” Roxie asked.

“It’s over there,” Louis Brashear answered, pointing off to the right.

“Is it stocked with what I asked for?”

“Absolutely, your favorite brand of bottled water and a fresh sushi tray are waiting for you.  Do you have your script?”

“I am a professional of course I do.  It’s in my luggage.”

“Good.  Do you want anyone to run through your lines before we start?”

“Hardly, I have them already memorized.”

She gave him a heaping helping of cold shoulder as the driver opened her door in a graceful manner.  She took pleasure in the click-clocking sound of her high heels striking the concrete walkway as she outdistanced the tall black producer.

“Do I have my lines memorized?  Would you like someone to help you out?  What kind of people is Brashear used to working with?  I played Annie on Broadway for Christ’s sake!” She spat angrily.

The driver, tagging along behind her pretended not to hear her but carried her suitcase like an obedient pack mule.

She walked up the short steps and flung the door of the trailer open.  A cold blast of air-conditioning washed over her making her long brown hair flutter.  She smiled and entered.

“Set my case over there,” she ordered the limo driver.

“Yes Miss Darling,” he politely said.

She ignored him and waited for the wage-slave to depart.  Roxie stared out of the window and surveyed the workers toiling in the heat.  The lights and cameras were set up around the pool for the first scene.  Across the long rectangle of water she spotted her co-star (if you wanted to call him that) sitting under a tropical patterned umbrella being worked on by the makeup artist.  He was reading his script and laughing with the chubby blonde working on him.

“Stupid bastard probably hasn’t bothered to read it until now,” she sneered.

She dismissed him with a turn of her head and went over to the suitcase lying on the bed.  Undoing the locks she took out the bound ream of paper, snickered at the title and tossed it on the mattress.  The cocaine was making her feel nice and mellow.  Any traces of anxiety or second thoughts had been erased in a wonderful haze.  Her nerves were buzzing and happy.  There was a knock on the trailer door.  Roxie went over and opened it.

“Hi I’m Jennifer and I’ll be doing your makeup, Miss Darling,” an ugly redhead chirped.

“I hope you do a better job than you did the morning on yourself,” she growled.

The woman’s face coiled up briefly in anger but quickly smoothed out.

That’s right I’m the star and you’re a nobody, Roxie thought.  Remember that and we’ll get along just fine.

“I suppose you better come in and get to work,” she sighed.

****

Roxie sat in the trailer waiting for the call to go on set.  She had been watching television (something else she demanded during the contract negotiations).  The hot red bikini snugly hugged her well-kept curves and the soft satin robe decadently caressed her back and shoulders.  She cooed from the luxurious feel of the fabric and basked in the treatment she was receiving.  The door rattled with a knock.

“Come in,” she said in a bored tone.

The portal swung away revealing Mr. Brashear and the director.  For the life of her she couldn’t remember the man’s name even though she’d been introduced to him three times previously.

“We’re ready for you, Miss Darling,” the big black man told her.

“Let’s get on with it then,” she replied.

Following the two men out she quickly broke out in a sweat due to the outside temperature.  Crossing over to the expensive set of pool chairs a man rushed over to hand her a clean, white towel.  She dabbed the perspiration away without marring her makeup.

“Okay in this scene Bobby is going to approach you about the money your husband owes the mob,” the director began.

“I’ve read the script I don’t need a refresher on it,” she said snippily at him.

“Okay then take your mark and let me know when you’re ready.”

She smiled a false sweet grin at him and sat down in the pool recliner, adjusted her satin robe and picked up the prop magazine from the ground.  Crossing her legs and lying back Roxie accepted a pair of pricey sunglasses from the prop handler.  She took a deep breath.

It’s Showtime—remember you’re a star, a professional who’s loved my millions, she chanted to herself.

“Lights!” the director shouted.

Time to make cinematic magic…

“Camera!”

Stardom here I come…

“Action!”

From stage left a big tall man wearing a black business suit crossed into the camera’s view and stopped beside the recliner.  He put his hands on his hips and frowned (per the script) waiting for her to notice him.

“Can I help you?” she asked politely.

“My name is Vinnie Barossa,” he recited dully.  “I’m a business associate of your husband’s.”

“He isn’t here.”

“We know that.  In fact we’ve been unable to find him since the beginning of the week.  You wouldn’t know where he is, would you?”

Where do they get these guys?  Is there an amateur act missing a player?  What a weak delivery of dialogue.

She folded the magazine up and set it on the ground (just like in the script).  Looking up at him she pulled her glasses down the bridge of her nose.  From overtop of the expensive shades Roxie pretended to admire him.

“In fact I have no idea where he is,” she said, “He’s left me here all by my lonesome.”

“Look Mrs. Kingston,” he said, “he owes my employer a million bucks.  The debt was due on Monday and if he’s skipped town, well let’s just say things are going to drastically change for you.”

“Is that a threat?”

“No it’s a promise.”

She unwound her legs and sat up.  Placing a heel on either side of the pool chair she wiggled the robe just off her shoulders to show off her enhanced chest.

“And if I don’t know where he is?” she cooed.

“Then I’m afraid my boss is gonna take the price out of your well-tanned hide,” he threatened.

She rose to her feet and sashayed up to her co-star.  Pushing a finger into the middle of his chest she got into his face.

“Don’t threaten me, you little worm,” she snarled.  “I have nothing to do with my husband’s business dealings.  If you touch one hair on my head I’ll have the cops haul your mobster ass to jail faster than you can say boo.”

Great delivery!  Perfect timing maybe he’ll take notes and learn a few things.

Per the script he went for his gun.  Without hesitation Roxie snatched his hand away and bent it behind him.  The heavy weapon clattered to the ground and luckily didn’t accidentally discharge.

“Ouch you’re hurting me!” he grunted.

“You dare draw a gun on me?” she spat.  “I’m no rich man’s toy I grew up on the streets of Los Angeles and I know how to handle myself.”

Ignoring the scene’s description she hiked his arm up higher making his next line sound more genuine.

Somebody’s got to instruct this moron on the art of acting and it might as well be me.

“Look Mrs. Kingston I’m real sorry but those are my orders,” he said in actual pain.

“Perhaps we can come to an understanding?  Between you, your boss and myself, what do you think?” she queried in a sultry tone.

“Mrs. Kingston are you trying to seduce me?”

I hated that line when I read it the first time and it’s even more idiotic now.  Stealing dialogue from a classic movie makes me want to vomit.

“I said I grew up in a bad neighborhood so I know how business is done.  Let’s say I give up my stupid husband what will happen to me?” she asked over his shoulder.

“Well you’d be broke,” he groaned.

“I’ve been poor before and I don’t intend on going back to that.  Perhaps you could persuade your employer to keep me on here as a hostess.  What do you think?”

“Mr. Alfredo has enough girls to make him happy.  I don’t see why he’d want one more.”

“I’m no girl—surely you can see that.”

“I don’t think I can convince him to let you stay,” he snarled, “especially when you’re so rough with his people.”

She released his arm and kicked the gun into the pool.  It wasn’t in the scene but she thought it made a nice touch.

“He hasn’t met me yet,” she recited.  “I’m no pushover.  I could be a treasured asset to his business dealings.  Besides maybe he ought to move up from girls to a real woman.”

“That’s a tall order,” Vinnie remarked.  “I’d have to have something more than just your word on this.  Perhaps a demonstration of your abilities would be enough to convince me to speak on your behalf.”

Stupid!  What a goddamn stupid line—I told them to change it!  Brainless fuckers I’m going to have to speak to the screenwriter and then we’ll have to shoot this idiotic scene all over again.

Ignoring her mental tirade she slid the satin robe off her shoulders and walked around.  She kept a finger on his right bicep and moved around it like she was using his body as a pivot point.  Leaning into the actor she pushed her breasts into his chest.

“I can be very persuasive,” she growled sensually.  “I’m sure you can see how easily I could worm information out of Mr. Alfredo’s clients.  He could have almost any of their secrets if I entertain them for a few hours.”

The actor swallowed hard.  It wasn’t in the scene but her stellar performance was easily affecting him.  Glancing over his shoulder the rest of the crew was leaning towards them.

Again I’ve outdone myself—they’re like putty in my hands. That’s the mark of a true thespian.

“I could show you… do you think you’re up for it?” she continued.

“Ah—gee I guess I got some time.  Besides it’s for a good cause, right?” he stammered.

“Absolutely Vinnie—keeping me in caviar and champagne has always been my favorite charity.”

Oh well here comes the love scene—I wish we’d have started somewhere else in the script.  Duty calls…

She took a step to the right allowing the camera to zoom in on her right hand.  Slowly she unbuttoned his coat and slid her palm down his chest.  Roxie lingered on his stomach making circles and wrinkling his shirt.  Her co-star’s chest began to heave up and down.  She stared him in the eyes the entire time watching his face contort into a mask of desire.  Turning her hand digits down she eased her fingers into his pants grabbing his already erect cock.

Well what do we have here?  A nice thick shaft—that’s a perk I didn’t expect, she thought past her drugged haze.

“This is a nice hard cock you have here, Vinnie,” she said.  “What have you been feeding it lately?”

“B-blondes mostly,” he groaned in need.

“Blondes are nice—but brunettes are smarter, better and more talented.”

Removing her hand from the front of his pants she undid his belt and slowly pulled down his zipper. Another surprise awaited her.

No undies either…

The thickness of his ten inch member flopped out into her hand.  Its shocking length and wide girth lay like a robust Italian sausage in her palm.  She gripped it tenderly and stroked it a couple of times.

The camera’s probably trained on his face to get his reaction but I’m too much a professional to do it half-assed, Roxie mused inwardly.

His hands landed on her shoulders and gently pushed her down to her knees.  Her vision was filled with the meaty reality of his cock.  She licked her lips in anticipation.

“Please,” he moaned.

She obliged him despite everything.  Kissing the tip she quickly enveloped his shaft in her warm, wet mouth.  Rolling her tongue around his girth she felt the actor’s hips thrust out hesitantly at first.  Warm hands were placed on the sides of her head and soon he was holding her face still while he pumped his meat into her willing mouth.

“Oh god…,” he gasped, “…so good.”

Roxie grinned past the huge mouthful and continued to suck the man’s organ.  The drug in her system encouraging her improvisation and her pussy began to swelter with hot, moist heat rivaling the California weather.  Her knees protested about the roughness of the concrete.  She ignored it.

After a few minutes of devouring his rampant meat-pole she stood up.  The poor actor’s shaft was twitching in frustration from the cessation of her talented mouth.  She pushed away from him and sat down on the edge of the pool chair.  Leaning back, propped up by her elbows Roxie crooked a finger at him.

“Dinner is served,” she cooed hotly.

The man peeled off his clothes, strutting and dancing in some parody of a male review dancer.  She tried not to laugh.

He really sucks as an actor… I hope his tongue is better trained.

Vinnie knelt between her legs and pushed away the hot red material of the bikini exposing her damp, red and hungry cunt.  She felt the first touch of his mouth and moaned loudly.

Okay he does have something to offer the movie! She cheered to herself.

Pulling apart the moist lips of her snatch the greasy haired actor began lapping, licking and tonguing the burning folds of her.  Her body began to quiver.  Roxie’s mouth fell open and her head hung back on her neck.  She let out a low moan when he inserted one of his big fingers into her pussy.

“Ooh baby that’s it,” she husked out.  “Tease my cunt.”

“You’re so good—so tasty and hot,” he replied.

Again that line needs replaced… but right now I could care less.

Her thighs began to shake while Vinnie ate her out.  Another finger joined the first and the walls of her cleft stretched to accept them, a minor sting of pain started but quickly faded.  His mouth attached itself to her hooded button and he mashed his lips against it making Roxie release several hitching sobs of pleasure.    Her ass bounced up and down to the rhythm of his oral delights until her nipples cut into the fabric of the bikini top.  Looking between her deep cleavage she watched him dine out on her cunt.

“Oh yes—you’re so good,” she said ignoring the script.  “I like your fingers so deep in my pussy.”

He mumbled something into her snatch and kept digitally fucking and licking her.  Her body became incredibly hot, aroused and excited.  She bucked her hips upward, driving his face and fingers deeper into her cleft.  She saw the camera swing around to her left to zoom in on the fact he was stroking his big hard cock at the same time.

“Stop,” she groaned.  “I want your huge dick in me.  Fuck me you bastard!”

Where did that line come from? She wondered silently.

Pulling himself up to a standing position Vinnie waited for her to rise from the chair and bend over in front of him and presenting her perfectly shaped ass.  The bottom of the bikini was pulled away and soon her top landed on the ground in front of her.  The huge swell of her breasts spilled out and she took one in each hand.  Splaying her legs as far as they would go she moaned out in desperate need.  Between the cocaine and the man’s thick cock she found herself hornier than she’d ever been in her life.

“Oh… fuck!” she groaned when he pushed into her moist depths.

The organ being stuffed into her pussy was almost too big.  She struggled to stay upright and still accept the meaty intruder snaking into her slit.  His hands came around and pushed hers away.  He mashed her nipples.  Alternating between tugs and pinches she hissed out in painful pleasure while he tortured her erect buds.  The withdrawing of his shaft made her shudder.  Then he started to seriously fuck her with it.

“Oh!  Ah!  My… God!” she grunted with each penetration.

“Do you like it?  Tell me how it feels Mrs. Kingston?” he snarled.

“I-it’s so big!  Oh fuck yeah it’s filling me up… so deep… so hot… oh Vinnie I want it all!” she recited from the script.

The slap of his hips against her ass made Roxie’s hazy brain’s synapses fire off in delightful randomness.  She pushed back against him just to drive him all the way into her hungry snatch.

Fuck this bastard is going to rip me open…but I don’t care!  I have to take it, it’s all for Art!

Just as she had a handle on things he pulled completely out of her.  Rudely he pushed her face first into chair and hauled her on her back by yanking up and over with a grip on one of her legs.  Her skin was sore from the harshness of the chair’s material.  Before she could protest his treatment of her Vinnie spread her legs wide open and pushed them near her ears.

“No wait a minute!” she wailed

“Shut up bitch and take it,” he growled.

This isn’t in the script!  That fucker!

She was pinned to the chair and watched in horror as the vein-covered snake-trouser was aimed at her defenseless pussy.  Roxie tried to wiggle away but was soon pinned down by his body weight and the meaty spike driven into her snatch.

“You fucker!” she hissed in his ear.  “Stick to the script you’re hurting me.”

“Sorry, no can do.  You think you’re some big Hollywood star, don’t you,” the actor said angrily.  “Well welcome to the porn industry Miss High and Mighty Darling.”

“This is a soft-core shoot!  Nobody said anything about it being hardcore the scene isn’t going to be shown in its entirety.  The dirty parts are going to be cut out!”

“You idiot didn’t you read the fine print?  It’s all going in the picture.  That’s why I’m taking such pleasure in making you scream and beg.”

“You son of a bitch I’ll have you fired for this.”

“I doubt it… I’m the director’s son.”

Roxie felt her face widen in surprise.  However she didn’t have time to think about it as the big, thick shaft sank to the hilt in her stretched out cunt.  She cried out.

This is a bad angle!  He’s hurting me!

“Yeah take it you slut,” he shouted.  “Take all my cock!”

“Ah!  W-wait!  It’s too much,” she sobbed (this line wasn’t in the script).

Her soft cavity was wet but it wasn’t enough to ease the pressure of being so completely stuffed with man-meat.  She beat his back with her hands and eventually dug long bloody furrows in his flesh.

I have to get him out of me or it’s going to ruin my poor pussy!

But she couldn’t move.  His weight was too much and she found she didn’t have any leverage to shove him away.  With tear-filled eyes she accepted her fate for the moment.  But behind that worried, excited expression her temper rose to greater heights.

“Oh yeah…I’m gonna come,” he groaned.  “Are you ready for it?”

“Yes, oh yes please,” she said.

Her line was straight out of the scene but she said it because she was hoping for the end of this part to come.  Vinnie continued to jackhammer his big cock into her burning slit while she tried relentlessly to make the actor finish quicker.  With a thin cry he yanked out his massive meat and Roxie let out a sob of joy.  Then the first hot, thick splatter of semen struck her between the eyes and began dripping down her nose.

“Ah!” she shouted in surprise.

The next glob hit her right cheek as he adjusted his aim.  Her mouth was dangling wide open, not because it was scripted but out of pure shock.

He came in my face!  That miserable motherfucker, how dare he? Roxie squealed to herself.

Three more shots spewed out and landed onto her tongue and greasily slid towards the back of her throat.  She clamped her lips down and received the remaining spray of man-seed onto her pouting, trembling lips.  The salty-sweet taste seemed as false as her Hollywood fame.

“Like that don’t you,” he sneered.

“Yes,” she said in barely masked broken voice.

“You like the taste of my cum, don’t you whore?”

“Please… more.”

I-I can’t believe I said that line!  Oh god what have I gotten myself into?

Picking her bodily up in his brawny arms Vinnie carried her to the pool’s edge.  Without a word he flung her overtop of the cold water where she felt she hung there for an eternity.  Like the sudden realization of what happened to her career she hit the surface and sank past it.  Fighting her way upwards she swam to the edge of the pool and looked at Vinnie with a hurt expression.  She wiped the semen off her face which hadn’t washed off from her impromptu bath.

“I’ll tell Mr. Alfredo about your offer,” he chuckled.  “I think you’ll pass his audition just like you passed mine.  You see we caught your husband yesterday and now he’s sleeping with the fishes.”

“You k-killed him,” she replied.

“Yeah it took a while but he finally died when we tossed him in the bay.  He told us how great you were in bed so I was sent here to see if it was true.  Your hubby gave us the idea you’d tried to keep from going back to the streets where he found you.  Congratulations you passed the test.”

“You played me!”

“You can expect Mr. Alfredo this evening…he likes black leather skirts, crotchless panties and tall boots so I’d go out and buy some.  By the way if you’re thinking about making a run for it after emptying your bank account you can forget it.  One of my associates is going to be staying with you.  You see I’m no errand boy but a Capo in Mr. Alfredo’s organization.”

“No!”

“Yes it’s true baby,” he leered.  “And by the way I’ll be staying here permanently so you better get used to treating me with respect.  You’re my reward for catching your husband, you see.  Mr. Alfredo gave me the house, the cars and the whore who lives here.  I just wanted to make sure you were worth it.  Do you want to stay and service me anytime I want?”

“I will,” she meekly stated.

“You will…what?”

“I will Mr. Barossa.”

“Good you learn quickly.  I’ll be back tomorrow and you better be ready for me because I’ve got a big appetite and you’re the main course, doll.”

He started to walk away and she could feel the camera’s lens zooming in on her face for a close up.  Despite the rioting turmoil in her brain she still managed to enact a conspirator’s smile.

“You go right ahead Vinnie and think you’re in charge,” she recited her dialogue, “but I’ll make you sorry you treated me like this.”

“And…cut!” the director shouted.  “That was great but I’d like another take just to get some different angles.  Get Roxie into her trailer, dry her off and redo her makeup.  Come on people, shake a leg we don’t have all day.”

The gaffer’s assistant came over and helped her climb out of the pool.  He ogled her naked body and Roxie suddenly felt dirty and violated.  She staggered into the held out white towel and in horror noticed it was being held by the now smirking redhead who did her makeup.

“Come Miss Star we have to get you fixed up for the second take,” she said mockingly.

Oh this is too much…I never thought it’d come to this!  They’ve thrown the entire script out I’ve been given.  I’m supposed to be the heroine in this—not some mob slut to be used and abused.  They’ve fooled me and I can’t say shit about it since I’m under contract.  Oh fuck it’s a four picture deal!

Hot tears sprang up in Roxie’s eyes and she meekly followed the makeup artist back to her trailer.  Behind her were the shattered remains of both her career and dignity.

She Saw

AUTHOR’S NOTE; This is a work of erotic fiction.  If you are below the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW!  I don’t know where this disturbing story came from but somewhere in my depraved imagination it oozed out of the darkness.  This tale is not for the faint of heart.

She Saw

            She’s thrashing on the bed like an epileptic in the midst of a Grand Mal seizure.  Her arms and legs are flailing wildly.  Her gorgeous face is a mask of pure and absolute need while I go to town between her splayed legs.  Karla, Karla with a K, is catching fire.  Her long black hair is spread beneath and around her head like it’s in the grip of sweat soaked tendrils of some bizarre sea creature.  The silicone enhanced pair of double D-cup breasts she possesses bounce, loll and quiver.  Her eyes are wide open.  What’s pouring out of her mouth in a steady stream of cheering and is like nothing I’ve ever heard a live woman say in the midst of orgasmic passion.  Oh I’ve heard it, but only in a porno.

            “Yes!  Oh Yes, f-fuck me Rick!” she wails loudly.

            I hope my neighbors are forgiving.  Hell, I praying I’m not going to suffer a heart attack and die.  Remember the joke guys make in the bars?  The one about dying while having sex, the old “coming and going at the same time” jest?  I’m hoping it isn’t my fate. 

            But back to Karla with a K.

            This insanely hot nymphomaniac is on her back, legs fully extended and spread wide.  Her ankles are tied to the bedpost behind her head.  Her arms are likewise secured by the wrists.  Hey, it’s not my idea I’m just following orders here, okay?   Karla brought her own rope, for shit’s sake.  I’m stuffing my cock into her at a pace, which I’ve mentioned before I think will kill me, while she’s shrieking.  The slap of our flesh echoes in my apartment and sounds like I’m spanking her.  Well that was earlier, but I digress.  You’ve already gotten the impression the girl I’m fucking is a real freak, right? 

            “Oh yes, oh yes,” she chants over and over. 

            I can’t answer, I’m too busy trying to fulfill her wishes for a seventh orgasm so she can, in her words, enjoy a good night’s sleep.  Me?  I’ve had three climaxes myself in the past hour and a half since we started.  Currently if I keep this pace I’m going to expel a puff of dust into the condom I’m wearing.  She’s drained me dry but still isn’t satisfied.

            “No!  Yes!  N-no! Y-y-yes!” she screams.

            I wish she’d make up her mind.  In fact I wish I wouldn’t have been so chicken-shit I didn’t agree to gag her.  If I wasn’t so busy banging her like a Chinese gong I’d stuff something, anything between those full lips so I don’t get evicted.

            What begins as a low moan starts to climb into the upper registers of a cry only a dog can here.  In fact I swear I hear one howling outside while Karla unabashedly announces her fuse is lit and it’s T-minus twenty seconds to blast-off.  Thank God, I’m tired.  My hips are sore, my thighs are burning, lower back is aching and I don’t even want to talk about my penis.  In fact I’m so afraid of what I might find tomorrow in the shower it’s enough to make me take a Valium. 

            “Aaaaaahhh,” she wails, her voice climbing in octave.

            We have lift-off.

            Karla’s body literally begins to bounce on the mattress.  The ropes relax and then flex taut with a snapping sound, like a paddle being used on a bare ass.  She’s banging her head against the pillow so hard I think she’s going to give herself a concussion.  No seriously I really am worried because between that and her eyes rolling up into her skull and showing the whites terrifies me.

            Then she comes in earnest.

            Unexpected she goes rigid.  Her body is paralyzed at the height of her climax making her face turn scarlet, her limbs to freeze at full extension and her mouth hangs open like she’s imitating a dead fish.  Her cunt grips me like a vise, it isn’t pleasurable.  In fact it downright hurts.  There’s a slight fast trembling going on, but you can barely see or feel it.   It’s hard to believe she’s having an orgasm.

            It’s the calm before the storm, trust me.

            Karla with a K detonates and her back arches on the mattress until only her head and heels are touching.  Then she goes berserk.  Every ride one of those mechanical bulls at some bar?  Me neither but the past hour I’ve been given a crash course in bronco busting.  I hold on for dear life, still jamming my cock into her because if I stop, so does she and I don’t have the energy left to start all over. 

            “Rick!” she wails. 

            She says my name in a long, wavering shriek which is sure to get me a visit from the landlord tomorrow morning.  In fact I’ve been waiting for my phone to ring, despite it being two o’clock in the morning.  The bed creaks like the shattered hull of a ship hitting submerged rocks.  If I didn’t know any better I’d think my mind was playing tricks on me but I smell burning latex.  Finally, thankfully Karla’s finally body relaxes and goes still.  I can stop now, I really don’t care if I cum.  Exhausted I fall on top of her while she begins to giggle in a hysterical titter which confirms her carnal lunacy.  You see I just met Karla a few hours ago at a local pub. 

 ****

            I’m sitting in my favorite drinking establishment and watching the television when this extraordinarily beautiful woman saunters up next to me.  Her breasts jiggled in her tight dress top like they were shock absorbers.  Her full, red-painted lips parted slightly only to be wetted by a delicately pink shaded tip of her tongue.  Her legs went on for miles and her feet were gripped by a decadent pair of high heels.  This creature is giving off enough sexual desire I was surprised she wasn’t leaving a trail of vaginal smelling smoke in her wake.  In short she was incredibly sexy, primed and ready.  The rest of the male population in the bar shoot me open and dirty looks. 

            “Hey you’re new here,” she coos provocatively.

            “Am I?” I said nonchalantly.

            “Well at least to me you’re new.”

            She sits down, slides a hand up my left thigh and grabs my junk.  Just like that.  Her lips form a shocked but happy O and she tells me her name.

            “My name is Karla,” she growls seductively, “Karla with a K.”

            That’s how this whole thing started, with a cheesy line, a groping feel and her giving me her name.  Sounds like it’s straight out of some men’s magazine, doesn’t it?

            I don’t want to brag, but I’m packing.  I read somewhere there was a study of the average penis size by country.  To my shock I was informed that in the United States the typical cock is 3.4 inches long flaccid and 5 inches hard.  Let’s just say I’m well above average and leave it at that.  Which is why, or so Karla told me, she didn’t bother to “quibble over details”. 

          The funny part is outside of knowing her name the woman who has probably gotten me evicted is a mystery.  She could be anywhere from eighteen to twenty-one in age.  Christ, she could be a convicted or escaped serial killer for all I know.  So why did I let her into my flat?  She’s hot, honest about what she needed and I really wanted to fuck her.  Simple right?  Karla didn’t give me restrictions, didn’t want to date for two months without sex, have me to meet her folks first nor did she play the usual cat-and-mouse game with me.  The woman knew what she wanted, how she wanted it and wasn’t shy about saying so.  Frankly the honesty was quite nice.  Per her request we only detoured to a small hardware store where the female beneath me bought the rope.  Then it was on to my apartment to begin the sexual marathon I just completed.

 ****

                 Back to my cock size.  After she shredded my clothes, kissed me so deeply I’m shocked she didn’t taste my dinner, she began stroking me.  I grew and grew and grew.  Karla’s eyes widened and widened and widened.  She gazed into my eyes like a kid who had just opened the best Christmas present they had ever received.

                “Fuck you’re a big boy aren’t you?” she snickered in a horny tone.  “How damn big is that thing?”

                “Ten inches,” I proudly told her.

                 Yeah you read that right.  I’m packing two inches short of a foot.  But at the moment, collapsed on top of Karla’s sweating and heaving bosom I’m wondering if twice that length would be enough for the sexual hunger she has.

                  With a groan I climb from between her shuddering thighs, get off the bed and stand up on shaky legs to remove the rubber.  I really expected it to be smoldering like some ember.   Trying not to look at the object it’s being peeled off of Karla sighs deeply.  I turn to look at her expecting to see her bleeding out of her pussy from my frantic and repeated bludgeoning.  Instead I see a hot red and flushed labia just below a tiny triangle of hair and above that a butterfly tattoo.  Karla begins to speak.

                “Wow,” she mutters, “that was amazing.”

                “Tell me about it,” I answer, the sarcasm going over her head.

                “Are you tired?”

                  “Exhausted actually.”

                 “Really?”

                   She says it with a pout.  I look over at her with a stunned expression of pure shock and disbelief.  With a sigh I reach over and untie her.

                  “You want more?” I ask.

                 “Always I swear it’s a curse,” she replies.  “I’m never satisfied for very long.  That’s probably why I can’t keep a steady boyfriend they get worn out and quit on me.  You’re not going to quit on me are you Rick?”

               “I am tonight, sorry.  I have to go to work tomorrow and I don’t want to get fired.”

                Tossing the used condom into the trash I shake my head.  This woman doesn’t need a boyfriend she needs a harem of studs hopped up on Viagra.  She rolls on her left side and reaches for my limp, sore shaft.  I slap wearily at her hands.

              “You’ve had enough young lady,” I chastise her.

               She’s laying there like some spoiled brat who was just told they weren’t getting another bowl of ice cream. 

              “Come on Rick,” she pleads.

               I rolled my eyes at her again.

             “Give a man some time to rebuild his strength,” I groan.

              “What about a short nap?” she inquires.

              “I’ll need more than that.”

              “I need more of that.”

             “Karla I swear you’re insatiable!”

              She laughs and then smiled at me with a very sexy and sweet grin.  If I had any stamina left I might’ve gotten hard all over again.  But the only thing that could’ve raised my cock from the dead was Jesus Christ himself.  Frankly I wouldn’t have let him do it.  

             “What do you think I am a machine?” I say in a shocked tone.

             “A machine?  Now that’s a very interesting concept,” she quips.

               At this time I should’ve known better, asked her to leave with the false promise of seeing her again.  Afterwards I could’ve gotten some much needed sleep.  But no, I had to be stupid.

            “You’re joking, right?”

            “Partially I think.”

            “Well I work in wood, not metal.”

            “You’re a carpenter?”

            “Yes.”

            Then a radical, bizarre idea hits me like a baseball bat to the forehead.  I start to grin myself.

            “What are you thinking of?” she queries.

            “I’ll make you a deal,” I offer.  “If you let me sleep I promise I’ll make you a machine you’ll find very interesting.”

            “What?  Are you going to order it from the Internet?”

            “I think I can whip something up without bothering with that.”

            Karla looks at me and I can see the curiosity building in her mind by the look on her face.  She begins to chew on a fingernail and then jerks it away. 

            “Okay you’ve got yourself a deal,” she tells me.

            “Thank god, can I get some rest now?” I groan.

            “Sure thing Rick.  Rick with the big, thick dick.”

            I ignore her childish joke.  I climb into bed and she wraps her body around mine.  Untangling myself from her clutches I reach over and shut off the light, my thoughts turning lazily over the possibilities in my mind.  Sleep overtakes me.

 ****

            Two days and an irate visit from my landlord I am sitting at my kitchen table with a mixture of the strangest collection of items staring at me.  First there is a large dildo.  It is a pink latex monstrosity which rivals my own natural girth and made me feel embarrassed from buying it all over again.  Second there are two power tools, a drill and a reciprocating saw; both are from the tool box in the bed of my truck.  Third is the vise I’ve clamped onto the edge of my dining room table, it too is from my collection of tools.  Last, but far from least is a caulking gun with a tube of high-density, quick drying adhesive.  I’m just hoping my mother doesn’t drop in for an unannounced visit while I’m creating this.

            “One of these things is not like the other,” I sing sarcastically.

            I take the drill and put in a one-inch bit into its jaws.  Tightening it down I run the cord over to the outlet and plug it in.  Carefully holding the king-sized dong I begin to drill out a hole in the center.  When finished I open the windows and go outside for fresh air onto the balcony because burning latex stinks to high heaven.   After a trio of cigarettes I re-enter the apartment.

            “Lucky for me I broke a drill bit the other day,” I say to myself.  “At least I won’t have to waste using a good one on Karla’s machine.”

            This is the tricky part.  I have to make sure it’s centered and not off balanced or it’s going to wobble like crazy when used.  Cutting off the tip of the adhesive tube I place the dildo between my legs (feeling very gay at the time) and pump the void full of the thick white glue.  With dong in hand I move to the vise I’ve attached to the table and clamp it down to keep it in place while the adhesive dries.

            “I wonder if this is how Doc Johnson got his start?” I ponder with a laugh.  “Oh well after this dries I’m going to have to test it out to make sure it’s secure.  I’d hate to have an accident during its first use.  A trial run is a good idea.”

 ****

            Thursday night I’m sitting at the table again.  The glue has dried and the metal rod sticking out of it while I’m using a small level to check my work. 

            “Well it’s off a bit by that shouldn’t matter much,” I announce to no one. 

            I plug in the reciprocating saw, widen the chuck and attached my creation into its metal jaws.  Feeling rather stupid I change my mind about turning it on where I can be seen by my neighbors across the street.  Unplugging it I feel the hot redness of embarrassment creeping into my cheeks.  I carry it into the bedroom, draw the curtains and power it up. 

            “Okay,” I sigh.  “Here goes nothing.”

            I depress the safety and trigger.

            The pink fake cock begins to jab wildly and quickly.  The comical sight of it makes me howl with laughter and it only gets funnier when I pull the trigger all the way. 

            “Oh my god!” I wail.  “It’s Robo-Dick!  This is what it must look like when those robots from The Terminator fuck.”

            I release the trigger and sink to my knees still gripped by the silliness and hilarity of what I’ve made.  Wiping furiously at my streaming eyes I can’t settle my gaze on the contraption without resuming my insane laughter.  Finally I get a grip on myself and unplug the saw, detach the dildo and put it into my nightstand. 

            “N-now all that’s missing is Karla,” I stammer.

 ****

            I have just eaten dinner and put the dishes into the dishwasher when the door buzzer goes off.  It’s Friday and I don’t have to wonder who it is.  It’s Karla with a K, Karla who can’t come enough.  Cuddly, kinky, carnal Karla, say that three times fast.  Padding over in bare feet I depress the button and rhetorically ask who it is.

            “It’s me,” she says.  “It’s Karla.”

            “I’ll buzz you in,” I reply.

            I hold the button down for a few seconds and grin to myself. 

            “At least she won’t wear me down to a stub tonight,” I snicker.

            There’s a knock at my door and I open it up without looking to see who it is.  My jaw drops open like its hinges are broken.  Karla is dressed for success.

            The clingy hot red dress hugs every decadent curve and delicious bulge.  I start to think it’s painted on but realize its not.  Her breasts stretch the fabric of her attire and it’s like any second the material is going to fail spilling out her huge tits.  Karla walks up to me and numbly I stand there in the doorway.  She snakes her arms around me sensually and gives me a tonsil deep kiss which leaves me breathless.  Her matching purse bumps against my hip, vaguely I note the weight of it.  I wonder what this sex-crazed woman has hidden in its interior.

            “TGIF,” she purrs.  “How’s Rick tonight?”

            “Fine,” I mutter stupidly.

            “I brought a friend, do you mind?”

            “Uh… no.”

            She steps aside to reveal another person behind her.  My eyes almost pop out of my skull.  The woman lurking in the hallway barely reaches my navel in height.  She’s only about four foot five inches tall but she’s blonde, pretty and dressed like Karla’s twin.  Except where her friend is wearing scarlet, Tracy’s dress, purse and heels are black.  Her hair falls in a straight line to mid-back.  It looked like spun gold, soft and glowing.  But I am captivated by her face.  There is a sweetness to her, a provocative innocence having little to do with her stature.  She was all women yet something about this woman made me want to get to know her in more than just an intimate way.

            “Rick meet Tracy… Tracy this is Rick.”

            “Pleased to meet you Rick,” she says shyly.  “I’ve heard so much about you.”

            “It’s nice to meet you too Tracy.”

            “Tracy and I go back a long way,” Karla explains.  “She’s my best friend.  I hope you don’t mind but I told her everything about you.”

            “We share everything,” the short woman says knowingly.

            “I’m flattered,” I mutter.

            The little person, I know better than call her a midget struts across the threshold and looks up at me.  I realize she’s expecting the same reception as Karla.  I lean down and she brazenly pulls me into a deep oral greeting, good if not better than her best friend.  My heart is banging away with the sound of a claw hammer like I’m putting up studs at work. 

            “So is my surprise ready?” the brunette asks.

            “Yes, in fact it is,” I remark.

            “I’m dying to see what you made for me.  That’s why I brought Tracy along, you see if you’re going to please me I thought she could… well… tend to your needs.”

            “That’s very thoughtful of you.  Tracy is beautiful, unexpected but very beautiful.”

            “Why thank you Rick,” the blonde says.  “You’re such a gentleman.”

            “Gentle isn’t what I’m after… not tonight,” Karla says with a giggle and jiggle.

            “Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?” I suggest.

            “Ooh, by all means.”

             The party moves quickly into my bedroom without much fanfare or discussion.  It was refreshing, everyone knew what they wanted and there wasn’t a need to negotiate.  I let the women in first and they both gasped in pleasant surprise at the state of the chamber.  Taking a bit of time I had put new sheets on the bed, lit several candles and spritzed the room with a new product I purchased.  Supposedly it was designed to increase passion in women by duplicating male pheromones.   I just liked the smell, not that these ladies needed any further motivation.

            “This is so romantic!” Tracy exclaimed.

            “You did good Rick,” the brunette stated.  “So where’s this miracle device?”

            “All in good time,” I told her.

            I shut the door and turned on some soft music.  Slinking up against me like a minx in heat Karla runs her hands all over my body.  Tracy looks a bit uncomfortable and just removes her shoes.

            “I’m so hot,” the raven-haired nymph whispered.  “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.  So don’t you dare disappoint me.”

            “I’m sure you’ll find my creation to your liking,” I answered.

            She kissed me, soul deep.  The tiny blonde climbed up onto my bed and lay across it in a demure, yet seductive manner.  I noted for the first time her legs were slightly bowed, but perfectly formed.  She toyed at her cleavage, running a finger across the top of her breasts and daringly staring into my eyes.  Between Karla’s mouth and Tracy’s antics I began to rise to the occasion.  Like a ten foot anaconda trapped in a ten gallon fish tank it quickly became uncomfortable.

            I reached around Karla’s body and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to a blood-like puddle around her ankles.  As expected she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.  Her huge tits bobbed and swayed, the pink rose-colored nipples brazenly stared at me, begging to be touched.  She turned around in my embrace and allowing me to squeeze her bosom, pluck at her nipples while she moaned in appreciation.  Past the woman’s dark hair I saw Tracy’s face twist momentarily into jealousy.  I ran my hand down Karla’s flat stomach and softly fondled her pussy.  But the entire time I kept my gaze locked with the woman on the bed.  She licked her lips and shuddered with anticipation.

            Karla twisted back around and yanked off my work-shirt, undid my belt and pushed my pants to the floor.  With her body blocking her friend’s view she smirked at me.  The hard firmness of my trapped cock pressed in a demanding fashion against her cunt.  I stepped out of my pants and kicked off my shoes.  

            “Raise your feet,” she whispered.

            I did so and she removed my socks, one hiked leg at a time.  With a naughty laugh she looked over her shoulder at Tracy.  I felt her fingers slid into the top of my boxers.

            “And now the moment you’ve been waiting for,” she said. 

            With an emcee’s dramatic flourish she moved around me and yanked down my underwear.  Nearly ten inches of manhood flopped out, semi-hard, still growing and twitching.  The small woman on the bed let out a gasp of surprise and sexual hunger.

            “Oh my god!” she squealed.  “I thought you were lying to me Karla.”

            “Nice isn’t it?” the brunette snickered.  “I promised you a piece of prime, grade A, USDA approved slab of carpenter’s cock.  I didn’t disappoint you, did I?”

            Tracy’s eyes were locked on my shaft.  I watched her become mesmerized by the growing thick tube between my legs, she shuddered enough for me to see it.  It was the polar opposite of a snake charmer.  Instead of the snake being hypnotized by its handler, the charmer was captivated by the snake.

            The blonde sat up and moved towards the brass footboard, but was halted in her progress by her friend’s waggling finger.

            “Not yet,” Karla chastised her.  “First come, first served Tracy.”

            The comment didn’t go over well.  I could see it in her eyes the woman, now on her hands and knees on the bed didn’t want to wait nor did she think the porking order was fair.  Her lower lip quivered.

            Reaching around the brunette took my aching cock in her right hand.  The velvety soft feeling of her palm and fingers began to caress my ever-hardening length.  I looked down to watch her jerk me off.  The long red nails of her digits contrasted with the pallor of my flesh.  The sight of my foreskin wrinkling and smoothing back out from her stroking fist made my breath quicken.  Another hand circled around my waist and began to cup and squeeze my contracting balls.  I moaned despite myself.

            “Ooh he’s getting all stiff,” she said from over my shoulder.  “Can you see it?”

            “Yes,” Tracy answered.

            “I can feel it getting thick, hard—it wants pussy so bad.”

            “I-I know.”

            “Look at the size of it, it’s humongous.”

            “Please Karla…”

            “You want this?  Do you want this big, thick cock in your pretty pussy?”

            “Yes.”

            I saw the lusty need in Tracy’s face and the images of stuffing as much of me into her sodden slit made me shiver all over. 

            “Show me how much you want it,” Karla demanded.  “Touch yourself.”

            To my utter shock and delight the blonde on the bed literally tore off her dress and exposed the fact she too wore no undergarments.  Her breasts were perfect for her size, not too big but not too small.  Tracy’s body curved beautifully to her waist and widened in sexy manner from her hips.  She spread her legs, I almost died.  Her pussy was so small, delicate and capped with golden curls trimmed in a heart shape.  Thighs splayed open, fingers descended past her navel and the first touch of her index finger upon her pouting nether lips made me buck my hips in hot, naked need.  Karla could’ve disappeared and I wouldn’t have noticed.

            “Are you wet?” Karla asked.

            “Yes—so wet,” she replied in a hushed voice.

            “Poor Tracy is so horny.  I bet a nice, hot beef injection is just what the doctor would order, don’t you think so Rick?”

            “That would be my prescription,” I answered.

            “Stand up Tracy and let him worship that tasty pussy of yours.”

            The small woman stood up on shaky legs and carefully walked to the edge of the bed.  She spread her legs a bit and I instinctively bent over at the waist to sample her intimate wares.  The hot smell of her damp sex made my mouth water.  Leaning across the railing of the footboard I ignored the cold kiss of the metal and dragged a long, slow lick across Tracy’s glistening cunt.  It was finger licking good.

            “Oh yes,” she moaned.

            Karla kept stroking my cock, I pulled at the labia with my lips and Tracy shuddered and groaned.  I felt the hand fondling my balls slip away, soon to be replaced by the wet sounds of the woman behind me masturbating.  Her breath wafted past my shoulder in warm gusts. 

            “He’s good, isn’t he?” she asked in a throaty tone.

            “Oh yes,” the blonde replied.

            I continued to lick, lap and nuzzle the dewy, sweet tasting pussy Tracy possessed.  Her body began to shift, her ability to stay upright was slowly deteriorating. 

            “Enough of that,” Karla commanded. 

            “Karla,” Tracy whined.

            “Yeah really, I was just getting into it,” I griped.

            “I know you were, both of you.  But I have always wanted to see my friend get fucked by a huge dicked man.  Besides that’s what you both want, isn’t it?” the brunette retorted.

            I couldn’t argue with that.  Tracy lay on her back, splaying her legs and awaiting my invasion of her pussy.  Karla released her hold on my cock and continued to stroke, delve and play with her cunt.  I climbed on the bed, a bit nervously since I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t hurt this delicate flower I was about to plunge into.

            “Maybe you should get on top,” I suggested, “I’m pretty heavy.”

            “Don’t worry, I’m a big girl and I’ve done this before,” she stated.  “Just don’t make me wait—I’m so turned on right now I can barely stand it.”

            Kneeling between her parted legs I took the thick shaft in my hand and rolled a condom over its girth.  Finishing my task I aimed it towards her cleft.  I heard Tracy take a deep breath as if in preparation for what was to come.

            “Do it Rick,” Karla demanded.

            The tip slid in without impediment and the woman beneath me gasped out in surprise.  Slowly, deliberately I sank half of my length into her hot, wet orifice.  Tracy’s eyes widened in shock at first and then they altered to pleasurable surprise at being so gently filled.  Knowing I wasn’t hurting her, I gave her another three inches, watching my cock disappear into her was an incredible arousing sight to behold. 

            “Ooh you’ve got all but three inches in you,” Karla commented.  “How does it feel?”

            “Great, oh yeah he’s so nice and big,” Tracy husked out.

            “Want the rest?”

            “Hell yes!”

            I looked down to see her pussy bulging from my meat and I must have looked very concerned.  Tracy reached up and caressed my face and I looked her in the eyes.

            “No worries,” she whispered.  “I have a dildo the same size, don’t treat me any different than you would any other woman.”

            “Are you sure?” I replied.

            “Yes.”

            “You are gorgeous, you know that right?”

            “You’re so sweet, please make love to me.”

            I began to piston my hips entering and retreating from Tracy’s slippery hole in a tender pace.  Behind me I could hear the heavy breathing of Karla as she watched my shaft snake in and out of her friend’s slit.  The sloshing noises of her furious masturbating, coupled with our lovemaking were the only sounds I heard. 

            “Faster,” Tracy begged unexpected.

            I moved my hips accordingly and began to drive my cock deep and rip it out with more force.  The bed began to creak.  Leaning forward I kissed her hard and fast.  Our tongues wrestled in a greedy manner until we both broke the oral lock to catch our breaths.  I quickened my pace, Tracy whimpered with desire.  Faster and faster I plunged into her amazed and aroused she could take my full length.

            “Yes!” Karla groaned loudly.  “Fuck her!  Fuck her brains out Rick.  Oh this is so hot, so exciting.  You should see it Tracy!  Your pussy spreads so wide when he goes into it.  I swear you’re going to split open.  Oh yes—so incredibly hot.”

            The two of us had no words for the sensations, we kept staring into each other’s eyes locked in soul baring gaze neither one of us wanted to break.  If Karla hadn’t begun swatting me on the ass I think we would’ve been linked psychically. 

            “Ouch!  Damn you Karla!” I shouted.

            “Faster Rick!” she commanded.  “I said faster, harder—give her all you’ve got.”

            I tried to comply and soon I saw the woman under me turn red in the face, her orgasm’s nearness plainly written on her beautiful features.  I too was nearing the end of my run.  Tracy’s body went into convulsions from the repeated grinding rub of my cock’s head against her G-spot.  It only took a few more strokes before she erupted like Mount Saint Helens.

            “Oh yes!” she cried out.

            Her body went into a frantic dance of climatic undulations.  I felt the slap of her thighs against me, I watched her breasts jiggle wildly and her mouth form a perfect O of orgasmic delight. 

            “She’s coming!” Karla wailed.  “Oh yes, I love it—it’s amazing.”

            Tracy’s body convulsed in fading jerks and thrusts, she stuffed her hand into her mouth to keep from shrieking to the heavens.   With a groan she closed her eyes and experienced one last but very long quiver of pure ecstasy.  I had yet to cum though, each time I pushed in and out she whimpered in delightful torment from the feeling of continued ravishment.  Trying to be nice I hoped to be gentle yet summon forth my own climax.  I slowed up, this wasn’t on the agenda apparently.

            “Please don’t quit on my account,” she hoarsely whispered.

            No words came to mind so I picked up the rhythm and began driving myself into her with reckless abandon.  Behind us I could hear the hysterical stroking and sighing noises of Karla’s self-pleasuring.  I was almost there and sensing my need Tracy reached up and squeezed the bounty of her breasts with both hands.  Her face contorted into a mask of carnal delight and she licked her trembling lips.  The image she gave me was more than enough.  Such innocence coupled with such brazen carnal desire was a combination I never saw before.

            “Holy s-shit!” I shouted at her actions.

            I exploded into the condom.

            Never before have I had such an intense orgasm.  Wave after wave of my seed jetted out of my cock quickly filling the rubber I was wearing.  It felt like it had the heat and consistency of molten lava, summoned from the hot depths of my soul.  I stuffed myself into her fully, my balls touching the base of her convulsing cunt.  My eyes actually crossed from the power of my climax.   It seemed like hours before my meat stopped its merry spewing and I could withdraw it from her soft clutches.  I looked into Tracy’s eyes.

            “Wow,” I stated.

            “Wow indeed,” she said with a smile.  “That was pretty amazing.”

            “I know, it was a first for me.”

            Her face grew soft and questioning.  I wondered if I had said something wrong.  Karla obviously didn’t hear us; she was too busy trying to get herself off to notice we were talking.  I could hear the wet noises of her frantic rubbing accented by the hot groans shuddering out of her mouth.

            “What do you mean by that?” she queried.

            “I’ve never had that intense an orgasm before,” I whispered.

            “Even with Karla?”

            “Nope.”

            “I don’t know what to say.”

            “Don’t say anything then.”

            She became slightly embarrassed and confusion reigned across her features.  I kissed her chastely on the lips and winked at her.  These acts seemed to buoy her confidence and drive home the point I wasn’t lying.  Hell I really wasn’t lying at all.

            “Oh shit,” Karla screamed repeatedly. 

I felt the bed rock violently back and forth.  Looking over my shoulder I saw she was bucking against the footboard like a maniac.  Her face was screwed up in a red mask of carnal ecstasy, her fingers furiously rubbing her gleaming slit.  Her body began to sink to the floor, hiding the view of her hand until only her face remained.  It took several minutes before she was able to speak.      

            “I’ve got to clean up,” I announced, “I’ll be right back.”

            I departed the room which now smelled heavily and musky from the three orgasms.  Padding naked to the bathroom I turned on the tap to wash off.  I lathered up my hands and stood on the balls of my feet to dangle my cock over the sink.  The warm water and soap made me groan out because I was so sensitive now.  Handfuls of water were used to rinse away the suds bit each deluge made my body shake.

            “Need a hand?” Tracy asked.

            She was standing in the bathroom’s threshold, her hip cocked in a sultry manner.  Damn she was sexy!

            “No I’ve got it—oh, hand me that towel would you please?” I answered.

            She snagged it and tossed it my way.  I dried off feeling very self-conscious about what I was doing and she stood there still admiring at me.

            “Where’s your friend?” I inquired.

            “She’s doing a few lines of coke,” the diminutive sex-pot quipped.

            “You don’t indulge?”

            “No, I don’t do drugs.”

            “Is there something on your mind?”

            “Yes.  I want to know how serious you were a few minutes ago.  Was it really that good?”

            I chuckled at her question, but not in a hurtful manner.

            “Yes it was, why are you surprised?” I remarked.

            “Well…,” she began.

            “I can understand your problem.  Karla gets all the guys and since she’s a maniac in bed you feel you’re not comparable, right?”

            “Something like that.”

            “Well let me tell you something Tracy, you’re damn sexy, beautiful and I’m really attracted to you.”

            “But not as much as you are to Karla, right?”

            “Actually it’s the other way around.  Karla’s not the kind of woman who’ll ever be satisfied with just one guy.  You on the other hand, well let’s just say I think you’re special.”

            She stared at me with the most incredible look on her face.  It was as if I just stated I was from Mars and wanted to take her away in my spaceship.  But I could understand her reaction.  I’m sure it was a first.

            “Look,” I resumed, “you shouldn’t compete with your friend.  Instead you should realize you’re a special person in your own right.  Frankly when Karla gets what she wants from me and tonight I suspect I’ll never hear from her again it’ll be over between us.  I didn’t care for you obeying her orders like that.  It was demeaning and cruel, I promise to treat you like the queen you are.  So what do you say?  Want to go out with me?  You know, a real date, dinner, movie and drinks afterwards?”

            “You’re joking.”

            “Absolutely not.”

            “You’re serious about this?”

            “Do you want to get a Bible and make me swear on it?”

            “Okay, okay you’ve made your point.”

            “Well we better get back, I want to make good on my promise to Karla.”

            “You make it sound like a chore.”

            “It is.  I only suggested I’d make a machine for her so she’d let me go to sleep last Friday.  I really didn’t expect her to take me seriously.  But I’m glad, if she hadn’t I would’ve never met you, Tracy.”

            I leaned down and kissed her.  It was, as before a marvelously wonderful sensation.  I wanted to stay there, our lips locked together and our tongues playing tag.

            “Hey what are you two doing in there?” the sex-starved brunette shouted from the bedroom.

            We stopped kissing, I could sense she was as regretful about this as I was.  It was written all over her pretty face.

            “Get started without me,” Tracy said with a smile.  “I have to use the bathroom.”

            “See you when you’re done,” I said softly.  “I just hope you’re not too shocked with what’s about to happen.”

            She smiled and blew me a kiss, I walked away feeling pretty good about things.

            Karla with a K was lying across my bed stuffing a small vial and a compact mirror into her red handbag.  She sniffed several times and wiped at her nose.  I tried not to frown in disgust to see her bad habit exposed it made me think even less of her.  Oh I’ve smoked my share of pot, but the harder stuff was never my cup of tea.  I wondered how much of her sexual appetite was sincere or was she getting her lusty needs from the Devil’s Dandruff.

            “So ready for the main event?” she slurred.

            “I think you better worry about yourself, not me,” I remarked.

            “Is it going to be that—special?”

            “Oh I think you’ll be surprised.”

            “I can’t wait!”

            I moved to the closet and began opening the doors when Tracy strolled into the bedroom and shut the door.  I produced the king-sized dildo first, both women’s eyes bulged out.

            “What’s that sticking out of the bottom?” the brunette asked.

            “You’ll see,” I replied cryptically.

            But if the fake cock was a shock the looks on their faces when I displayed the reciprocating saw and the power cord was even more astonished than before.  Neither of them spoke while I widened the chuck and secured the phallic device to it.  I bent over to plug it in when Karla finally spoke.

            “Saw me?  You’re going to fucking saw me to an orgasm?” she tittered nervously.

            “You wanted a sex machine, I made one.  Are you backing out now?” I smirked.

            “N-no.  Is it safe?”

            “There’s no blade in the dildo, just a broken drill bit.  Don’t worry there are no sharp edges or points to hurt you with.”

            “I can’t believe it,” Tracy muttered.

            “You want to try?” Karla asked.

            “No, I’ll pass.”

            “How do you want me?”

            “Well let’s try doggy style, put your legs through the slats in the footboard and we’ll begin,” I replied.

            Wiggling into place, her ass hiked high in the air Karla moved into position.   Without being commanded to do so, she spread her legs wide exposing her still wet pussy.

            “Tracy,” she said over her shoulder.  “I want you to suck his cock while he fucks me with this bad boy.”

            “Okay Karla,” the blonde said.

            “Tracy could you hand me the lube over on the nightstand?” I queried.

            “Sure Rick.”

            She quickly returned with the lube bottle I had purchased at the same time as the dildo and I opened it.  A disgusting sounding squirt occurred when I greased the pink monster up and all of us laughed at it.

            “Ready?” I questioned.

            “Let fly.”

            “What do you call that thing?” Tracy asked.

            “It’s a She Saw,” I chuckled.

            This caused the women to howl with laughter.  Pressing the tip against Karla’s hot, red pussy I depressed the safety and put my finger on the trigger.

            “Now before we start I have to warn you this thing can go up to two-thousand, eight hundred strokes per minute,” I recited.

            “Holy shit!” Tracy blurted out.

            “Saw me baby,” Karla whined.  “I’m ready.”

            I set the housing on the top rail of the footboard for better control.  Tracy slid around against my right side, I suspected to watch in disbelief at what her friend was about to receive.

            “Here we go,” I said.

            At first I just pushed it in and out of her cunt without touching the trigger.  It spread apart her tender folds and disappeared fully inside.  Karla moaned.  I looked at Tracy and winked just before I barely pulled on the trigger and the room was suddenly filled with a chattering, metallic sound.

            “S-s-s-shit!” the kneeling female exclaimed.

            It was amazing.  The fake cock hammered into her cunt in a rapid pace and her ass and thighs began to dance with ripples.  Karla lowered her face to the bed and continued to moan and groan with delight.  The sight of it stuttering into her made my limp shaft begin to rise.  Tracy’s hot breath whooshed around my waist and I knew she too was getting aroused.  I pulled the trigger back a tad farther.  The reciprocating saw sped up making the flesh around it vibrate wildly.  I felt a hand reach around and grab onto my cock.

             Looking down I saw my erection grow dwarfing the small fist trying to encircle it.  The sight of my hard-on, big by most standards being held by such a tiny hand drove me past the boundaries of sexual excitement.  Tracy stroked me, fondled me and played with the purpled bulbous tip.  I groaned out loud and a dollop of pre-cum appeared at the head of my shaft.

            “M-m-more!” Karla begged loudly.

            I depressed the trigger even more.  The noisy power tool began flying out of the woman’s pussy at an incredible rate.  I knew it was barely moving at a quarter of the speed but that, my mind calculated would be seven hundred strokes per minute.  The flesh of her ass began rippling like crazy, her thighs vibrated and spread further apart.

            “More lube,” I said above the racket.

            The bottle was slapped into my palm and I pressed it against Karla’s quivering cunt.  I squeezed it hard, sending a huge glob of clear lube into her.  Tracy took the bottle from me, never removing her hand or missing a stroke.  My cock was hard enough to break down doors.

            “F-f-fuck… m-m-me!” the nymphomaniac stammered.  “O-o-oh yeah!”

            I didn’t feel comfortable with the machine going any faster and didn’t increase the power to the dildo.  I felt Tracy climb in front of me and begin to lick the pre-come off the tip of my organ.  I rolled my eyes in ecstasy.  Gazing downward I saw her small cheeks being pressed dangerously outward from the thickness of the object in her mouth.  She was humming in pleasure and it transmitted down the length of my cock.  My knees began to shake and concentrating was becoming difficult.

            “F-f-faster!” Karla demanded.  “G-go f-f-faster!”

            Reluctantly I pulled the trigger back and watched in utter amazement as she was jerked back and forth across the sheets.  The pink sex toy was a blur between her jiggling legs.  Quite frankly it scared me a bit.

            “That’s all you get,” I warned her.  “I’m not going to risk hurting you.”
            My answer was a guttural, animalistic snarl of pure carnal rage.  Karla wasn’t happy with what I’d said.  Meanwhile Tracy was jerking the base of my shaft while sucking half of it into her mouth.  My balls constricted and I peered down to see she was furiously masturbating.  Control became a thing of the past.

            “Shit!” I exclaimed.

            The woman between my legs yanked the reddened organ out of her mouth just in time to receive a splattering wad of semen which struck her across the mouth.  She milked me with her other hand and was given the gift of additional spurts of come across her beautiful face.  I heard her own orgasm go off when she opened her mouth to shout for joy.  It was quickly filled with pearl white splashes.  She released my shaft and grabbed the back of my knees and used her lips to clean me off despite my ongoing orgasm.

            “Y-you fuckers,” Karla screamed.  “You g-g-got off… make me c-c-cum!”

            I swayed on my feet and to my shock the kneeling woman pushed back against the saw.  To my utter horror I was locked in position by the blonde’s hands.  The butt of the power tool was jammed into my stomach making my organ shiver and spread its goodness all over Tracy’s face.  My arms were forced back and I fought against gravity.

            The trigger was pressed back to its fullest setting.

            Karla screamed.  At first it was a cry of utter and complete orgasmic ecstasy.  Her ass rippled like nothing I’d seen before.  She beat her fists against the mattress and raised her head up.  Gasping shouts mingled with deep desperate breaths.  But the cries and sounds of delight didn’t last.  The dildo was moving so fast I could hardly see it and there was a sudden smell of smoking flesh.  With a titanic effort I ripped my legs out of Tracy’s grasp and pulled the fake cock out of her friend’s cunt.  But it must’ve taken a full thirty seconds to do so.  I let go of the trigger and the saw died out instantly.

            “Holy shit!” I shouted, staggering away.

            “What happened?” Tracy pleaded nervously.

            “She pushed back on me and I couldn’t stop myself from pulling the trigger all the way down!”

            “S-she took twenty-eight hundred strokes?”

            “No, I don’t think so.”

            I looked at the convulsing woman on the bed.  Karla was violently shaking and thrashing around scattering pillows and sheets all over the bedroom.  She flopped onto her back, one leg dangling over the edge to bounce against the floor.  Her face was wearing a terrified expression of fear mingled with one of climatic happiness.  Her massive tits slapped together and rebounded.  In horror I watched as she clutched her cleavage, her face turning redder with each passing second.  Foamy spittle began spilling out of her mouth and was soon splattering the walls, mattress and even me. 

            “Karla!” Tracy shrieked.  “Oh my god what’s happening?”

            I rushed over and tried to hold her down, her eyes caught mine and I saw terror in those brown orbs.  The convulsions grew worse and I lost my grip on her.  The blonde woman, her face still smeared with my seed snatched at her purse and began dialing 911 on her cell phone.

            “What’s the address here?” she demanded.

            In a shaking voice I told her. 

            “Karla are you all right?” I asked.

            She didn’t, couldn’t answer.  Her eyes rolled until I could only see the whites of them.  The shaking stopped abruptly sending me farther down the path of total fear.  I put a finger to her throat, I could detect a pulse but it was uneven and fluttering.  Then it stopped.

            “She’s having a heart attack!” I shouted.

            I heard Tracy relay this information to the emergency dispatcher.  She hung up the phone and we started CPR on the silent body on the bed.  All the time I couldn’t believe what had happened.  Was it the saw?   Was it the cocaine?  Or perhaps a combination of both?

            “Hide that thing,” Tracy instructed me.  “She’s breathing on her own and her heart rate seems to be steady.”

            I did as I was told.  An hour later they were carting Karla off to the emergency room, Tracy (now dressed and still distraught) went along for the ride.  Me?  I took my truck down to meet them there.

 ****

            Two months later Tracy and I were still dating and in deeply in love.  Karla had been released from the hospital but she wasn’t the same.  The stroke had drastically changed her mental state and she went from a sexual wild-woman to nearly a nun.  The doctors had chalked it up to a bad batch of cocaine.  Tracy and I had our doubts.  Personally I think she reached the bounds of utter pleasure and this knowledge was too much for her beleaguered brain to handle.  Maybe I’m just fooling myself, but even Tracy agrees it’s not beyond the boundaries of reality.  I tossed the business end of the She Saw in the garbage.  I’m enough man for my woman and we don’t need any additional toys than the one’s nature gave us.  If only Karla would’ve realized this.

 THE END

       

The Cosplay Connection

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following is #7 in the series of goofy pictures from the web for which I’ve penned a tale for.  This one contains graphic language and adult situations.  If you are under the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW!

The Cosplay Connection

            I was really doing nothing that day.  No plans had been made, I didn’t have to work and yet something called me out into the streets of Cleveland.  When this mood overtakes me I know something is summoning me, a siren’s song which refused to be denied.  Call it intuition if you like.  Tossing on my long, black leather cape and broad brimmed hat I prepared to leave my flat.  The inability to sit still coupled with a growing agitation to get out and go forced me out of my apartment and down to the garage.  The rusting red visage of my ’87 Chevy Chevette squatted in the parking lot like some ancient creature from another time.  It was my first car, my only car serving me well enough to not bother with buying another.  The door to my vehicle creaked and groaned like some shrill voiced demon surprised by my visit.  Climbing into it the smell of the interior filled my nose.  The combination of old cigarette smoke, stale French fries and pungent perspiration making me smile with pleasure.  It spoke of happy memories spent in this car driving around the city.  The Tiny Beast, as I call it, started up with a sputtering cough and I jammed it into reverse. 

            The strange mood led me to the Civic Center in Cleveland.  It was Saturday and the electronic banner proudly proclaimed Cleveland Anime Festival in scrolling, glowing letters.  My grin spread wider, I had found what was calling me.  Pulling into the parking lot I saw several people dressed up like their favorite characters.  By the time I pulled into the nearest empty space I had seen a dozen Narutos, several Sailor Moons and quite a few others attired in the garb of fictional characters from various video games.  From the ridiculous to the sublime these fans ran the gambit.  This is known as cosplay or costume play amongst the devoted.

            Paying for a ticket I began prowling around the tables, mixing with the other people here and contemplating a purchase or two.  It was in the center of the moving mob when I spotted a table featuring Urotsukidōji, or as in English was called The Legend of the Overfiend made by Toshio Maeda back in 1986.  A bubbling laugh coursed past my thin lips as I saw several fan-boys (and a few girls) timidly trying to pretend they were just innocently browsing.  Knowing this particular manga (Japanese comic) was as violent as it was perverted I knew these youngsters would turn scarlet from embarrassment if their parents caught them ogling these books and DVDs.  Having several copies myself I knew exactly what was drawing them to it.  Filled with demonic, tentacle-fingered beings which would capture, rape and kill in bloody, gory and erotic scenes it wasn’t a nice series, but it was quite imaginative and arousing.  In a flash of inspiration to avoid strict Japanese censorship for showing male members he endowed his demons with tentacles.  Moving past the table I spent another two hours trolling and even buying an English translated version of LA Blue Girl since my old copy was severely scratched up and unwatchable. 

            Outside I moved to the park to eat my lunch in relative privacy.  The sun was shining a bit too brightly, but the weather was turning nicer and it looked like spring would come quicker than usual.  I managed to get through a box of sushi before diving into a purchased a box of Pocky (small Japanese confectionaries, pretzel sticks covered in chocolate) when they strolled up.  Again my face split from ear to ear in delight.

            Both women were Americans, dressed up in similar outfits in color and style.  The one on the right had red highlights in her hair, a tight pseudo-kimono, heavy eye make up, and long red nails.  The other, her near twin, was a bit bigger in shape and wore a shortened kimono robe (red and black, of course) a black, straight wig and equally shaded eyeliner.  The cosplay girls each had a red Oriental umbrella over their shoulder.  Like hungry sharks arrowing towards bloody waters they unerringly sought me out.  Their intentions were as plain on their faces.

            I know how I look.  I’m tall, six-feet even in height and have broad shoulders, narrow hips and long dark hair.  My slanted eyes are deep brown, brooding just below my arched eyebrows.  I must admit I do sometimes wish for more masculine features, this way the gay boys wouldn’t hit on me so often.  But my features drew girls to me like flies to honey.  Rarely did I sleep alone unless I wished it that way.

            “You going to the convention?” the short robed one asked.

            “I’ve been there, thank you,” I replied.

            “I thought so.  You look like Vampire Hunter D—you know the character from Hideyuki Kikuchi’s manga?”

            “You think I look like D then?”

            “Absolutely!  You did great job on the cape!” the other girl tittered. “You really should add the armor though.”

            “I’ll remember that in the future.”                

            “I’m Kate and this is Beth,” the first woman-child remarked.

            “My name is Tatsuo—Tatsuo Nagumo,” I stated.

            “Hah!  Right I’m sure that’s your real name,” Kate laughed. 

            “No seriously it is.”

            “Sure,” Beth drawled slowly.

            “Do you recognize us?” short-robe asked.

            “Let me see,” I said, putting my finger to my chin.  “You are both characters from Demon Covent Hades, right?”

            “Yes!  I’m Suki the undead geisha and Beth is dressed like Lin the evil sorceress from the manga!”

            “I haven’t read that one yet.”

            “So you live around here?  We’re from Cincinnati and drove up for the convention,” Beth slurred seductively.

            “Yes I’ve lived in Cleveland all my life.”

            “Cool!  Are you going to the cosplay party tonight?” Kate inquired.

            Her question was much of a disguise for what was really on her mind.  Like her friend they saw a chance to be with a man who looked very much like an anime character.  This, as well as the gay boy advances was very common to me as well.

            “I haven’t really thought about it,” I replied.  “I didn’t buy a ticket for that.”

            “You really should go,” Kate suggested.  “If you add the armor to that cape you’re sure to win a prize.”

            “Yes, yes you must come,” Beth encouraged.   

            “I don’t really have the money for it right now,” I said pouting.

            “We’ve got you covered—but you’ll owe us,” Kate snickered.

            Again I knew what they were driving at, this is the reason they had come over in the first place.  I’m sure they saw me wandering the convention and were drawn to my resemblance of an anime character they had drooled over in their teens.  Vampire Hunter D is an old manga, probably one of the first ones they had read.  I smiled. 

            “Surely you two are old enough not to have a chaperone,” I said feigning innocence.

            Both women giggled girlishly. 

            “That’s a clever way of asking if we’re over eighteen,” Beth stated. 

            Which is why I worded it that way in the first place. 

            “Then it’s a date!  Meet us at the grand concourse at nine—we’ll be there with your ticket,” Beth cooed. 

            “I’ll be there,” I remarked.

            Beth winked and Kate blew me a kiss before turning around and walking away.  Watching their exit intently I laughed to myself and wondered where I was going to find armored shoulder pads before tonight.

****

            The Tiny Beast got me there at 8:45 p.m.  Strolling through the darkened parking lot with the fading sounds of the Chevette’s engine clunking as it cooled.  As promised, and still in their cosplay get-ups, were Kate and Beth waiting in obvious anticipation of my arrival.  Both women squealed loudly at the alterations to my attire.  Both ran up, still shrieking with delight. 

            “Oh my God!  Your costume is perfect, you even got the sword right,” Kate shrilly exclaimed. 

            “Thanks,” I said. 

            Each girl grabbed one of my arms and excitedly dragged me into the grand concourse.  Pride and easily recognizable arousal radiating from their faces each time they passed a female counterpart who turned green with envy at their luck.  Amongst the milling and dancing people, their bodies bouncing to the Japanese techno beat pouring out of the speakers.  In the center of the mosh pit, warm female flesh pressing me on every side, I began to dance with Beth and Kate. 

            “God you are so hot!” Kate shouted in my ear. 

            “You’re so delicious I’d like to take a bite out of you right here and now, how about you Kate?” Beth squealed. 

            “I sure could—later.”

            “I get the funny feeling I know how I’m paying you back for my ticket,” I chuckled deeply. 

            Both girls grinned mischievously, a slow spreading blush appearing on their heavily made up faces.  This is just what I expected. 

            “It would be my pleasure,” I said with a bow.

****

            Much to the girls regret I only placed third in the costume contest.  Much to my chagrin, Beth and Kate booed enthusiastically the winner and runner up earning them the temporary ire of the crowd.  Exiting the stage and walking up to my dates I shrugged my armor clad shoulders. 

            “You can’t win them all,” I sighed. 

            “Those judges suck.  You had the best costume Tetsuo,” Kate grumbled.  “At least you won third prize.”

            “I think you two are biased,” I replied. 

            “Come on let’s go up to our room.  Suddenly this party blows,” Beth said.  “We got a bottle of Jägermeister up there.”

            “And a box of flavored condoms,” Kate giggled.  “We want to celebrate your victory in style.” 

            I chuckled deeply in response; this is what I’d been waiting for. 

****

            The elevator ride was, to say the least, interesting.  Both women were all over me like a cheap suit, kissing, groping and moaning.  By the time we reached the right floor and the doors to the lift opened Beth’s bosom was nearly bared and my zipper had been opened and my underwear intruded by hot, soft fingers.

            “This is where we get off?” I stated with a grin.

            “Oh not yet,” Kate half-groaned.  “Not for some time yet I hope!”

            Dragging me down the hallway, still fondling every part they could get their greedy little hands on we stumbled to their room like lust filled drunks.  It took a minute for Beth to swipe the lock with the key card.  Yanked across the threshold like some prey animal in the gripping jaws of some predator I staggered to keep my balance.  A fluttering of clothes littered the air and then the floor as the two horny girls disrobed down to their underwear.  Kate’s light brunette hair appeared after she doffed her black wig, to my delight Beth’s wig revealed an auburn shade of pure perfection. 

            “I want you so bad,” Beth moaned.

            She sashayed over towards me, her breasts still contained in a black bra wiggled from side to side from her swaying hips.  Pressing herself against me I felt my desire soar higher.  Kate, not to be out done by her companion molded her hot, taut body against my back. 

            “Ladies I do believe you are going to take advantage of me,” I joked.

            “In every way possible—we’ve got all night,” the brunette gasped.

            “I hope we bought enough condoms,” the red head snickered.

            “You won’t need them,” I stated.  “I’m gifted at holding back until the time is right.”

            “Well don’t take offense but I don’t want any STDs, I know that sounds rude but a girl can’t be too careful,” Kate cautioned me.

            “No I don’t think you understand,” I rumbled.

            Both women stared at me, momentarily confused at my statement.  Then they laughed while they quickly stripped me of my attire, carelessly flinging my costume all over the room. 

            “H-holy shit!” Beth exclaimed.

            “I see you found what you’re looking for,” I said.

            “Y-you’re so—big!”

            The size and shape of the object of their attention made both of them stammer and point.  An interesting facial combination of joy and just a tiny bit of fear made me grow further aroused.

            “I’m not sure of this,” Kate husked out. 

            “You ladies will be quite accommodating—trust me I’m quite experienced in these matters,” I laughed.

            “Um no way man,” the brunette said, moving away.  “I’m not sure I could take even the tip!”

            “Oh but my child you have no choice—you have aroused my desire and you must fulfill it as much as I need to pay you back for your kindness.”

            “Fuck you!  No means no Tetsuo!” the red head swore.

            “It’s too late for regrets!”

            Unleashing my restraint the deep pink tentacles burst from by loins and ensnared both of them causing screams of outrage and fear to echo in the small room.  Lashing out with her feet Beth sought to disengage her legs from the warm, slimy embrace of them.  Blabbing in terror Kate was fighting off her own ensnarement with trembling hands.  My fingers shot forward, morphing into additional twisting members and lifting both of them off the carpet.  Thrashing in mid-air the two cosplay enthusiasts shrieked in terror, much to my delight.

            “You can fight and struggle all you like,” I exclaimed loudly.  “But my powers will deafen your cries to all those around us.  Just a gift I was given at birth.”

            “What the fuck are you?!” Kate fearfully asked.

            “What am I?  I am the creation of the lustful thoughts of anime and hentai fans since the eighties.  Sitting in their rooms, alone or with friends and radiating all that sexual desire mixed in with dreams of violence.  I was born unto this world from people like you—who frantically masturbate to such things!” I informed them boldly.  “Every time you or your fellow devotees lusted after a manga character you fed me in the womb until I burst forth in physical glory back in 1986!  I owe much to Urotsukidōji since it was the final convulsion which spat me out into this world!” 

            My tentacles slid themselves into Beth’s panties, shredding them with ease.  Equally the penis-tipped ends sundered her bra freeing her big bouncing breasts which she tried to cover uselessly. 

            “No this can’t be!” Beth shrieked.  “This isn’t possible!”

            Kate’s underthings were torn away, my snake-like limbs finding, penetrating and filling every available cavity and orifice.  Her body went into throes of unnatural but terrified pleasure as I entered her.  Turning my attention to Beth I willed my tentacles into her bottom and vagina making her face puff out and turn red. 

            “Ugh! Oh God!” her friend gasped in a deep voice.

            I silenced her by filling her mouth to capacity.  The pulsing limbs began pumping in and out, each motion stealing more of the women’s life essences which flowed into my throbbing body.  Drinking deeply I chuckled at the horror filled eyes begging and pleading silently for me to stop.  Suspended near the ceiling, my rubbery limbs ravishing their bodies and souls they wept tears.  Breasts were encircled and squeezed, nipples were bitten by the toothy mouths sported by several of my tentacles and all to the delicious sounds of struggling.

            “Sweet, so sweet,” I cooed back, as I drank deep. 

            After awhile they went still—but only momentarily.

****

            Closing the door to the hotel room five hours later I sighed in contentment and walked to the elevator.  I knew the call at the start of the day would result in something, but not this.  Usually I was summoned towards dark pornographic movie houses or the hookers trolling the streets at night.  The housekeeper who would enter the room in a few hours would be in for the shock of their life.  Never one to not clean up after myself I had arranged both dried and shriveled corpses on the bed, even going so far as to redress them in their cosplay outfits.  With a yawn I jabbed the button and waited for the lift doors to open.  Tangled thoughts swirled in my hazy memory.  Eventually their cries died away as their minds shattered, to be reduced to nothing more than dazed gray matter from their delicious sufferings.  All that was left was for me to enjoy.  The screams of their orgasms, the sharp taste of their fears, the creamy flavor of their souls, and finally the shuddering surrender as both Kate and Beth expired.  My playmates ended up feeding me well enough for at least a month. 

            “You should watch what you wish for,” I told nobody in particular.  “You might just get what you want.”

            The doors slid open revealing another pack of drunken cosplay enthusiasts who marveled at my get-up.  One of them, dressed like Sailor Venus was nibbling on a nail in the most provocative manner after spying me.  I sighed.  She would have to wait for another time, another convention when I wasn’t so delightfully sated.  

Unpublished excerpt from “White Light”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following excerpt contains adult language and sexual situations, if you are under the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW!  This is book, “White Light” is about woman who has never experienced the joys of sex and meets a man at a bar who offers her a chance to truly examine his cock. 

WHITE LIGHT

The inside of her house felt totally strange to her and it had nothing to do with the new furnishings.  A man was in her home.  A man she planned on touching, and perhaps even going further.  Her mouth was dry, her legs were shaking and her pussy was soaking through the small patch of material covering it.  That rebellious part of her body had begun to become aroused right after they came inside.  Now her upper thighs felt hot and slick, driving her further into a confused and eager state.

            Oh what am I doing?  This could turn out so badly! She wept inwardly.

            If you chicken out now you’ll never have another chance at this, her inner voice spat.  He wants you to and you desperately want it as well.  Why go against nature and how it’ll make you both feel?

            “Have a seat,” Sylvia offered with word and gesture.

            “Nice couch,” he complimented her.

            “Thanks.”

            “Make yourself comfortable.”

            “Do us both a favor and put on some music.”

            “Songs to touch a man by?  I don’t think I have anything like that in my collection.”

            “I have some Pepe Sanchez in my Suburban.  Let me go get it.”

            “I’ve never heard of him.”

            “He’s known as the father of trova style of bolero, a slow tempo Latin music usually played in three-fourths time,” Nick replied. 

            “Okay.”

            Watching him depart she wondered briefly if he was going to come back or flee into the night out of pure desperation to save her embarrassment.  Shutting off a few of the lights she found it was more romantic in the terms of what was about to transpire.  Her heart was thudding in her rib cage until he returned.

            “Here,” he said holding out a CD. “Put this on.”

            Pressing the Eject button she set the colorful disc onto the tray and pushed it in gently, the faint sounds began and Sylvia found it was very pleasing.  Turning around she saw he was standing there nervously. 

            “How do you want to start?” she inquired.

            “You decide.  I want you to set the pace and I’ll just follow along quietly.”

            Reaching up she ran a shaking hand across his belt feeling the coldness of the buckle, the smoothness of the leather and bumping over the loops of his pants.  Her palm stopped and ran from his belt clasp downward.  He softly sighed when her digits passed by the bulge protruding against the crotch of his trousers and beyond.  Licking her lips she parted the folds of his fly.  The silver of the zipper twinkled in the low illumination and Sylvia discovered her fingers were quaking too much to capture the small object that would free his cock from its imprisonment.  Using her other hand she held the fabric apart and tugged his fly down slow and leisurely.

            “Ah,” he gasped.

            It didn’t flop out like she expected.  Spying into the darkness of his fly she could see his cock coiled around his underwear.  It was slowly growing.  Fascinated she watched while he stood there and waited patiently.  Reaching into the recesses of his pants and finding to her surprise that his pubic hair tickled her knuckles while she fished around gently.  With her other hand spreading the zipper apart Sylvia slid out the object that was mesmerizing her. 

            Okay I’ve seen a few in my time as a nurse but I’ve always averted my eyes, she admitted to herself.  But this is truly fascinating.

            The tip of it was helmet-shaped and an odd shade of pink but not quite light purple.  The tiny slit it possessed flexed with each new spurt of growth.  It widened in diameter until reaching a ridge-like ending that rolled over onto the foreskin beyond.  Lifting it upward she gazed into the soft flesh running beneath.  Her actions made Nick grunt.  She could see that the color of his foreskin was lighter where he had been circumcised so many years ago for the rest of the penis was darker in hue.

            It’s like a tube under here where it is flatter on the top, she said in a not so clinical manner.  Emerging from underneath the base of it and sinking into the head the flesh is more loosely gathered than the other side.  Look at all the blue veins running and criss-crossing his penis!  I expected it to be smooth on the surface but it has bumps and ridges almost by design.  I wonder why?

            Running a lightly clenched hand down the quivering shaft she marveled at how it smoothed out the skin and then crinkled it up when she dragged her palm towards the tip.  The act made his cock jump in her hand, surprising her.   Sylvia noted his testicles for the first time.

            Gathered up beneath the lengthening shaft they were hugging tightly against his body.  Thinking almost that these busy factories were retreating from her she caressed them with her other hand making Nick gasp. 

            Wow they’re hard and knotted up, she mused.  They’re as vein covered and his penis but surrounding them is flesh of the same texture as the skin on an elbow.  Look at the gray hairs in his pubes!  I never thought about that.  I know he sports it near his temples I never expected to find it around his cock and balls.

            Heat erupting all over her body and a breathless feeling coursing through it as well made her giddy like she was in a place with a thinner atmosphere.  Breathing heavily she tried to remain calm, but it wasn’t possible.  Pounding like a bass drum her heart thundered in her chest and she found herself licking her unexpectedly dry lips.  Continuing her examination she undid his pant’s button and let them fall to the floor around his ankles.  With a quick release of the interesting organ in her hand she tugged his boxer shorts off with a single yank.  There he stood before her, open and utterly revealed for her visual inspection.

            I can smell a musky scent, Sylvia thought.

            Caressing the tight shapes of his testicles and slowly stroking his cock she began to deliberately make him grow to fullness. 

            I know all the medical reasons for what’s happening.  The contraction of the testicles, the cutting off of blood to make the penis hard and the rest but it’s amazing to witness live and in person.  Oh my God what is that?

            A pearl-colored drop oozing out of the tiny slit in the head of his shaft appeared slowly.  Shining in the soft light it tantalized and teased her.  Staring at it like it was the sudden emergence of an alien life form coming out of a spacecraft her she found her eyes were captivated by it. 

            I-I know what I want to do! Sylvia stammered to herself.  But this is supposed to be just a clinical examination.

            You dowsed the lights and he suggested soft music, don’t you realize that he wants exactly for you to do what exactly what you’re currently thinking? a unbidden voice suggested.

            “I want…,” she began.

            “I know it’s okay,” he answered hoarsely.

            She leaned forward with trembling and opening lips.

He slid across her lower lip and onto her tongue.  A sigh of satisfaction groaned out of Nick’s mouth when she closed around his quivering cock.  Pumping leisurely her other hand stroked the base of his shaft while her lips encircled his girth and Sylvia experienced his intimate flavor.  The dot of pre-come sang upon her taste buds.  The salty flavor made her try to categorize it but it defied all her attempts to do so.   She gave up trying and pushed forward dragging the sensitive organ further back until she could take no more of his length.  Pulling back she began unconsciously coating the rigid, throbbing cock with hot saliva until it easily slipped and slid out between her lips.  Flicking her eyes to either side she grinned when noting his hands and curled into silent fists and shook mightily.

            He’s trying to remain calm but I’ve pushed him past that point, she quietly smirked.

            Her left hand rose to cup the pulsating twin balls beneath the object snaking in and out of her mouth.  Bucking forward from the sensation Nick drove his cock deeper into her mouth almost making her gag.  Reason fled Sylvia in a hot flash.

            I want this!  Oh God how I want this! she shuddered. 

            Her professional investigation vanished in an instant and permitting herself to lose control she began to suck him with a virginal eagerness that shocked and pleased her.  Rocking back and forth on her heels Sylvia enjoyed the fullness in her mouth, how it bulged her cheeks when she turned her head.  The hardness of his organ and the willingness of her actions made her feel totally in control and in the moment.  Departing his hard working balls she stroked his right leg to discover his knees were shaking.  He let out a moan of regret when she stopped her oral assault and pushed him gently to the couch.  His member was now a hot scarlet shade bobbing towards her absent mouth seemingly angry for the sudden lack of attention.

            “Sit down,” she husked out.  “You’re going to fall.”

            He said nothing in response, but did as she bade him.

            Spreading his legs with her hands Sylvia marveled at the wet glistening of her own salvia on this man’s cock.  Trying not to giggle she proceeded to cover his rampant shaft with her lips once more.  Slurping sounds filling her ears along with the barely audible sighs from Nick she greedily devoured him.  It was minutes before she realized that his hands were on either side of her head tenderly guiding her face. 

            I wonder how much I can take? she pondered.  He’s so big…so hard and I can’t believe I’m thinking of doing this!

            Pressing her face into his lap she allowed the thickly convulsing organ to reach the back of her throat past her gums.  Hotness erupted on her face when her air supply was cut off.  Pulling back frantically she regain a clearer passage to her lungs but the overwhelming feeling of having such a mouthful thrilled her.  

            One more time but less enthusiastically I think.

            Rolling his balls in her right hand, stroking the base with her other and letting him slide to the back of her throat Sylvia made Nick cry out loudly.  Grinning around the base of his cock she giggled when his pubic hair tickled her lips, cheeks and nose.

            “Oh…Sylvia,” he gasped.  “T-that is incredible!”

            I’m glad you like it but I’m not done, she thought at him.

            Shockingly Nick raised his legs and put his feet on the cushions of the couch exposing his entire bottom half.  A dim recollection invaded her mind and she recalled what he said about his prostate.  Sliding out of her mouth the cock twitched and shivered in front of her nose while she put her left index finger into her mouth wetting it with as much spit as possible. 

            He senses what I’m about to do, look at how he’s trembling! She stated inwardly.

            Covering his throbbing, aching cock with her mouth she began pressing the wet tip of her digit into the puckered opening below and behind his balls.

            “Oh…shit!” he sobbed out.

            This is so much fun!  I’m driving him crazy and I’m loving every second of it!

            Sinking up to the second knuckle Nick’s anus firmly gripped her finger.  Pumping it in and out in the same rhythm of her other hand and mouth she provided almost too much stimulation.  His legs began thrashing.  The wide mouthful began swelling in a frantic rush and Sylvia, despite her lack of experience knew what was about to happen.

            “S-Sylvia…,” he gasped.  “I can’t…I can’t…”

            “It’s okay,” she mumbled around his cock.

            Increasing her sucking, pumping and penetrating (and ignoring her rapidly aching knees) she gave him all she had.  Beating against the cushions Nick’s fists flailed spastically.  Her index finger sank all the way to her last knuckle, burying itself deeply into his rectum.  The first fluttering touch of tip of her digit against his hidden gland was enough to set him off.  Rearing back from what was about to occur she was still struck in the mouth by his climatic ejaculation. 

            Oh! She stated.

            Each flexing of his cock spewed another hot glob of seed onto her face making her eyes widen in surprise.  The smell of it, the accidental taste of it made her shudder between the legs until desire overrode her revulsion at it all.  Leaning forward she opened her mouth to cover the jerking cock and received, for her sins, a dollop of semen on her tongue.  That strange salty taste, unclassified by her mind, erupting into her brain set off a chain-reaction of sexual need.

            “Mmmm,” she moaned.

            Running her tongue all over his length she cleaned and lapped at his quivering organ until he was begging her in a strangled voice to stop.  Gone was the so-in-control man and in his place was revealed a male of flesh and blood, desire and need which made her happy to witness.  The evolution was dramatic.

            I can’t believe how soft it’s going.  More amazing is how easily I descended into a primal creature happily dining on his come, Sylvia said happily shuddering.   But my own needs are thundering through me, begging for release—but I’m afraid!  I don’t mind letting him bare his soul b-but I’m not ready to!

            Rising to her feet she padded into the kitchen and quickly washed her hands and face.  Revulsion shuddered through her when she realized where her left index finger had been.  Taking extra care she used anti-bacterial dish soap to clean away any traces upon that digit.  The tiny red thong running between the crack of her ass and over her increasingly dampening cunt was saturated.  Her own need pounding between her eyes made her feel frustrated and angry.

            Okay so now I’ve sucked a man’s penis, she thought.  My pussy is aching and I so badly want to come but I don’t think I can let him touch me just yet.  God this is so stupid!  I want him, need him but I’m so terrified he’ll tell me I’m bad in bed or just plain ugly.  I have to rid myself of David’s vulgar comments but not tonight!  I just can’t do it tonight. What have I done?  Am I becoming just like my co-workers, a pack of sluts who eagerly offer up their services just for a moment’s pleasure?  Oh God now I’m guilty!  What should I do?  I’m horny and yet I felt so terrible!

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