2006 World La Crosse

“But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game.” –Rolling Stones
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All good things come to an end.
And so, like the sacking of Atlanta, there’s really nothing more we can do here, gentle reader. The bill has arrived, the chairs need to be put up, and the lights are dimming. Dinner is done.
Ah, but wait, we are forgetting one of the rules of dining etiquette: end your meal the way you want to remember it. A lovely appetizer is nice, the entrée of course, crucial, but for a meal to end well, dessert must not disappoint.
And so, with any luck, this last taste before we bid adieu to our dining experience will wrap all things up with a flourish.
Bon Appetite
J
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1997- Dessert
Now that was delicious. I laugh to myself, which is drowned out by the screeching of the subway training roaring past me. I’m a comfortable distance away from my little dining locale near the Commons. It’s getting late now and the trains will stop running soon: good. The bars will turn out their doors and that friendly and oh so sympathetic bartender who was all ears and support while the drinks and tips flowed will turn out the disconsolate crowds into the warm hungry night.
And right into me.
A trash woman is digging through the garbage near me. The scent coming off of her is unbelievable, all the worse for those of us whose noses work for something more than a fun place to cram a finger. The smell is enough to put me off my feed so to speak. One does not chug dirty lard to cleanse the palate, hence the purpose of dessert.
Unfortunately, some people just can’t take a hint.
“Hey mister, spare a dollar?” She more demands then asks. What happened to a little humility from a beggar?
“Sorry, not tonight,” I reply as calmly as I am able. I should point out that when one has just committed felony sexual assault and a homicide, one’s nerves are wound a little tightly. “C’mon mister, how ’bout it, one dollar?” She persists. Didn’t this used to be ‘Brother can you spare a dime?’ The stink coming off of her is unbelievable; she is ugly through and through, a troglodyte.
“I’m sorry, not tonight!” I repeat with a little more fire in my voice. The stinking cow gets the point and begins to beat a hasty retreat. I settle back against the subway wall.
“Fucking prick,” I hear her mutter.
That tears it.
“Excuse me,” I say calmly. She whips around, her fat filthy face now wide in terror, good. I perk my ears; I can hear the vibrations of the oncoming train as it races down the tunnel towards the station. I peer around the station, nearly abandoned save for a pile of garbage at the far end. Perfect.
I lock my eyes with her, not a hard thing to do as she is staring in fear at me.
“Life is no longer worth living. It has become a burden you can no longer stand. So when the train comes, you are going to jump in front of it.” I slash and tear at her mind with my own and it’s pitifully easy to convince this wretched creature to end her own life. Depression, drug addiction, the bottle, dementia, despair, all these things have formed a thick black sludge within her addled mind and the notion of suicide sinks smoothly and easily within it.
She blinks a few times and for just a second, an instant, I see a human emotion in those dull cow eyes. A tiny spark of who she used to be, the little girl on the bicycle, the tenth birthday party, the person who believed in possibilities limitless, in God’s mercy and in herself. I see a flicker of regret, of sadness and for a second I idly wonder if she will muster enough will to live to cast off my mental commands.
She does not. The spark fades, the dull pain returns to her face. Mumbling to herself, she positions herself at the side of the tracks. The train comes rattling through, a loud and hungry metal beast that is about to be fed. With not even a sound she leaps, for a moment it seems she is hanging there, suspended before the blinding lights of the train, everything freezes for just a second. Then time catches up, and the train goes careening down the tunnel taking her with it. It doesn’t take long for the driver to realize what has happened and the sound of panicked screeching brakes covers the quiet, rueful chuckle coming from me.
“You killed her,” a voice says off to my right, I spin round, for a moment concerned. The noise from the train has made it very hard to hear anything else and let’s face it; I was focused on something else.
The pile of garbage, it seems, was concealing an occupant. Five foot six, emaciated, dirty black hair, dark brown eyes. She looks up at me with such a look, strange. No fear which is pretty unusual for someone who thinks they just saw a homicide.
“You’re mistaken. She jumped. Excuse me,” I turn to go.
“You made her jump. You took control of her mind and made her kill herself,” she spits out. She has that semi-whiny tone that tells me she’s a young one indeed, kind of like a serious younger sister scolding her older irresponsible sibling.
It’s a tone I’m not used to.
Slowly, very slowly, I turn around to look at her, letting my human countenance slip, just a little, leaking out menace. Remarkably, she stands her ground and I realize that it is not bravery, but indifference. This child simply does not care whether she lives or dies.
“What’s your name?” I ask, debating to myself whether or not I should kill her.
“Why do you care? You’re just going to kill me,” she replies again with that tone and I pick up a faint accent. Canadian, but without the French accent; B.C. then, probably Vancouver.
“Yes, but your cooperativeness here determines exactly how long it will take you to die,” I explain calmly. The two of us regard each other, this human is…interesting.
“Rebecca,” she replies and gives me a look. Vaguely goth I suppose, looking up at me, glaring up at me through her mangy black hair with those burning brown eyes.
“Rebecca. Splendid. I’m Jack. Now that introductions are made, tell me, have you given any thoughts to your afterlife?”
She ignores my question entirely and peers up at me, advancing on me. She looks me over and takes me in. It’s a queer feeling, like I’m under glass or on display.
“You’re pale, but you look like a person,” she observes and then digs under her shirt and yanks out a cross brandishing it at me. I snort,
“And what is that supposed to do, exactly?” I sneer. She puts it away.
“So you are a vampire.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Nothing else would have looked so, like, amused by it,” she informs me. Curiouser and curiouser.
“Fair enough. So you know what I am, then you must know what I’m capable of doing to you, street urchin,” I chuckle darkly.
“If you’re going to kill me, then kill me, but don’t like just talk about it and do nothing,” she snaps back. I see, so the child has a death wish. Well, all right then.
“Where’s the fun in that?” I ask, “How about a game of you? Tag…” I casually grab her face and push her away. My blood rushes into my arm and lends fairly impressive amounts of liquid momentum to my already inhuman muscular ability (think rigor mortis on steroids). She flies across the station and skids across the tile floor. She gets up on her hands and knees, nose blood and looks back at me, eyes wide.
“…you’re it.” I finish and then advance. She takes the hint and runs and I am not far behind. I draw the darkness around myself and cloak myself, still following her. She flees in blind panic up the stairs back into the night.
And straight into the arms of a burly older man, also dressed in the latest in street vagrant style. I sigh to myself, the Good Samaritan to the rescue,
“Bitch! I told you to stay the fuck out of my tunnel!” He slaps her hard, she drops.
Hmmm… maybe not.
“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” she replies getting to her feet, eyeing him with a malice that I find quite refreshing. He grabs a handful of her ratty dark hair; she twists in his grip like some kind of animal.
“Bitch that ain’t my problem, now you gotta pay,” he snarls, spittle flying from his flabby face to land on her cheeks. He shoves her to the ground and unbuckles his pants, pulling at her clothes.
I can’t stand to see an amateur fuck things up.
“Excuse me,” I say plainly, allowing the darkness that concealed me to fall away. Rebecca gasps when she sees me just…appear. Romeo on the other hand whirls around and is attempting to whip out a knife whilst simultaneously yanking up his pants.
“Take a walk buddy, this ain’t your problem,” he snarls. I sigh; the smell coming from this guy is unbelievable.
“I know but the thing is, you really are an embarrassment, I mean, look at yourself, if you’re going to rape her then for fuck’s sake at least get her out of sight, I mean come on, there’s a right way and a wrong way to do these things,” I point out. “Fuck you man!” he roars, (a rather unimaginative battle cry) and plunges the knife into my chest.
Now here’s what happens in a vampires body. Little known fact is that each cell in the human body contains all the genetic information of said human being: bones, blood, flesh, teeth, the works. The same is relatively true for vampires. Yes, I am a dead thing and so I don’t bleed all that well and my flesh is quite resistant to wear and tear (again, thank the “vigor” mortis) however, when injured, blood rushes to the wound and then changes itself from blood cells to skin cells, tissue, fat, muscle, whatever needs to be repaired. Then it’s just a simple matter of replacing the blood lost. This of course is largely an unconscious reflex and happens at roughly the speed of thought.
Of course what they see is someone taking a six inch blade in the torso followed by blood seeping up to the surface and then the wound healing over in roughly a half a second. “Fuck me!” the man swears.
“God, no,” I reply with distaste and casually grab a hold of his face. Another cute trick is that with the correct direction of blood vampires can tighten our muscles far, far beyond what a human can.
And so, Romeo’s face is coming apart as I squeeze and he’s making sounds that are quite frankly, really disgusting. There’s kicking and thrashing involved and I’ve really had enough. With a simple shove I send the gory mess flying away from my hand to impact into a car door hard enough to crumple the thing. The…remains twitch and spasm a little and then lie slack.
I offer a hand to Rebecca. She looks up at me with those smoldering brown eyes, dark on dark and reaches up to take it, which puts her head within easy reach. I casually take a handful of her hair and jerk her up to her feet. Her eyes tear but she doesn’t cry out as I wipe the gory remains of Romeo’s face off in her hair and scalp.
Finished, I release her. She doesn’t draw away however, which is odd. Instead she fixes me with a level glare.
“I have a proposition for you,” she tells me in a remarkably calm voice for someone who just saw a vampire cave someone’s skull in.
“I’m listening,” I say half paying attention, more working to pick out the last few pieces of skin out from underneath my fingernails.
“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, you can hurt me, beat me, you can even kill me, I’ll come live wherever you live and be your bodyguard, your secretary,” she looks down for a second and then back up at me, steel in her eyes, “I’ll let you drink my blood too,” she adds.
Now, it’s not the offer that catches my attention, though it is noteworthy, but rather the tone. Its given without a trace of fear, quite the opposite in fact it’s a combination of resignation along with a sort of earnestness and I can’t help wondering if Faust had the same tone of voice when he asked where he was supposed to sign.
“And in exchange, you don’t let anyone else but you hurt or kill me,” she finishes.
“And why, praytell, would you want that? A death at my hands is never quick,” I casually inform her. It is at this point that she gets this…look. A look of hatred, raw and black and evil, malice and pain and bitterness all rolled into one. If I was human I’d be taken aback by it.
“All my life the entire human fucking race has done nothing but shit on me,” she spits out, “When I die, I want to be killed by something better than some prick with a hard on or a gun-crazy cop.” I blink a few times; it has a certain twisted logic. In a way, the only thing she has left in her life to control is how she ends it. She doesn’t want to die at the hands of the species that has made her life such a misery. I feel something stir within that could be just a hint of admiration for this black-hearted little urchin.
What the hell, could be fun.
“All right Rebecca. You have a deal,” I smile down at her, she doesn’t smile back and I’d be willing to bet a sense of humor is not in this girl’s bag, “Just be warned that life as my plaything is going to be a nonstop procession of torture and degradation probably followed quickly by an excruciating death,” I tell her, flat out. She looks up at me, those eyes burning.
“Remind me how that’s any different from my life right now?” she spits out. I have to admit, I like her spirit.
“Welcome home,” I call out jovially as I take the key out of the lock of my apartment door and enter my abode. She follows peering at everything with that feral animal look I’ve come to associate with her. She doesn’t say anything as I close the door and lock it, nor does she comment on the tinfoil covered windows or the triple locks that slide home with audible clicks.
“Chatty,” I comment dryly. Well, to work. I casually strip out of the clothes that I used that night, taking a bag out from under the kitchen sink and stuffing them in along with the shoes. She eyes me warily but not afraid as I hand it to her.
“Take this out and burn it,” I instruct her, handing her a can of lighter fluid and a lighter. She takes the items without a word and heads back out. Obedient, which I appreciate. She returns fifteen minutes later.
“I burned it in a dumpster, made sure that everything was melted down.” She tells me in that same acid flecked voice.
“Good,” I tell her, getting to my feet and padding over to her. I’m dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, “Now then, let’s establish a few things,” I open one of the kitchen drawers and remove a knife, her eyes get a little larger at the sight of the butcher knife but she doesn’t flinch or say anything.
“We need to get his out of the way so as to exorcise any delusions you may be having,” I tell her plainly. I turn the knife pommel first and extend it to her. She takes it tentatively looking up at me through her dark bangs. I lift up my shirt.
“Take your best shot,” I tell her. There is a moment’s hesitation and then with a snarl she plunges the knife into me over and over, cutting and hacking at my skin. I’m actually a little taken aback by her ferocity, but of course, I don’t show it. For a few moments she chops and stabs at me, slashing wildly, teeth bared and clenched so hard I can hear the sound of porcelain grinding.
Finally she drops the gory blade and wipes off her face; she has been splattered with more than a few drops of vampire blood. I look down at my torso, my chest looks like the result of a failed autopsy.
“Good, you got that out of your system,” I smirk as the blood oozes up to the surface of the wounds and they heal over. She’s no longer surprised by it but its important for her to learn the futility of attempting to defy me.
“Well, now that I’ve established dominance we can-”
“What about wooden stakes?” she asks abruptly, pushing her hair out of her eyes to look up at me. This child doesn’t know when to quit. I sigh and reach over to a wooden broom handle, casually snapping it in half and leaving it jagged. I hand it to her.
“If you must,” I sigh. Taking the stake in both her hands she positions it a few inches too low. I clear my throat; she glares up at me and then frowns as I reposition the stake.
“Here, dear, the heart is here,” I tell her. She says nothing and, gritting her teeth, leans in hard with both hands and all her body weight, pushing the stake into me.
Yes it hurts, yes I’ll be forcing splinters out of my body tonight but no, it doesn’t kill me. I don’t keel over or burst into dust. She continues to push the stake into me (not an easy task with vampire flesh and blood lending inhuman resistance against it), finally exhausted she lets her hands drop, leaving the stake embedded in my breast.
I sigh and wrench it out, grimacing inwardly at the thought of the splinters left behind.
“My turn,” I growl. I slap her across the face, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to sting like hell, her head twists but she doesn’t fall nor does she try to dodge the blow.
I spin her around and push her bent over the kitchen table. She doesn’t struggle, though she does make strange gasping sounds. With a near-crushing grip on the back of her neck, I force her down and raise her ass up into the air, she groans but does not pull away. She is wearing ratty men’s work pants, heavily stained with blood and grease and God knows what else. I tear off the electrical cord she’s been using as a belt and push her pants down, an easy feat as they are two sizes too large for her. She’s not wearing any panties, her ass is a pair of thin white globes parted by the crevasse of her anus, her thighs are likewise pale and quite thin from malnourishment. But honestly she has a great figure for being painfully underweight. Her pussy hair is quite extensive, no surprise there. What does surprise me however is that her pussy is sopping wet. I look up at her.
“You get off on pain,” I exclaim, amazed. She looks back at me, those deep brown eyes filled with fire, but different kinds of fire.
“So do you,” she replies.
“Yes, but I prefer to give it,”
“Yeah, and I like to receive it.” She turns back and faces the wall, raising her ass and pussy up higher to me.
Oh this one is a keeper. Taking the wooden stake in my other hand, I line up the blunt pommel and cram it into her sopping pussy. She gasps long and loud and shudders violently her pussy clenches the cold wood.
“Do it. Ram me. Hurt my little pussy,” she growls out. I fuck her with the broomstick driving deeper into her, she’s clawing at the table, drawing in long shuddering breaths, mouth open, eyes clenched shut.
“Do it Jack, rape me Jack,” she commands, “Twist it in me,” I twist and thrust with the punishing wood, drilling deep into her cunt,
“Ohhhhh goooooooooooooodd,” she moans, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she cries out, biting down on her lip causing blood to ooze out. Sure enough, her pussy spasms, clenching at the wood in my hands, her juices running down it making it slick.
I shake my head to clear it, I was really in the moment there. I retract the broomstick from her sopping cunt. She stands up, shakily, her inner thighs glisten with cum. She moans and writhes a little, shuddering as she pulls up her pants.
“No, leave them off,” I tell her. She does so, still with that dark smoldering look.
“Go bathe, we’ll spend the rest of the evening discussing the remainder of the house rules,” I instruct. She doesn’t say anything and simply walks into the bathroom and turns on the light. She doesn’t bother with the door, and strips out of her clothes.
A very emaciated girl, her hips are quite prominent, heroin chic would be the word. Small gemlike breasts topped with very pink nipples. Long legs and her whole body is white and smooth though caked in filth. She looks back at me.
“What are you looking at?” she demands.
“My property,” I reply. She doesn’t reply and steps out of view into the shower.
I chuckle to myself as I turn on the news, with any luck, Jane will be on the morning edition soon. A few years of hiatus and then we can do this again.

Taryn sat by her window, her naked body resting against the ledge. She stared anxiously out into the street, wanting and needing someone to tease her, to torture her and make her beg and plead for more. She had moved to a new town only months ago, and had not found anybody to drive her senses wild.
She stood up and sighed, closing the windows and refusing the world a second glance at her nakedness. AS each second passed, her arousal grew inside of her. Wild images entered her mind sending her senses slowly into overdrive. She could feel her former lover’s touch on her skin, with their fingers entering inside of her and playing with her till she came.
Without warning, her hands flew to her breasts with her fingertips closing around her nipples as she remembered their last encounter. Every detail remained vividly in her mind - all the touching, all the holding and all the torture that was inflicted upon her body. She wished she could relive that, if only just once.
Taryn sat on her bed, facing the mirror and spread her legs. All ready her body was full of heat. Reaching down in between her legs, she began to play with herself. She took her clitoris and held it against her fingertips and lightly rubbed it. Watching her reflection in the mirror, she could see herself turning red from the orgasm that would inevitably come to her.
Taryn was about to enter herself when she heard a noise behind her. Before she had a chance to turn, her lights went out and cold hands clamped around her mouth, dampening out the scream that stuck in her throat.
“Don’t be afraid,” the voice whispered in her ear. Instead of fear, a sudden rush of electricity coursed through her body and she filled with a greater need for this person’s touch on her body.
“Lie down,” she was ordered and she did so. Her visitor took her wrists and tied them to the bed head. Turning around, Taryn’s visitor turned on the lights once more and arranged a variety of objects on the table. From the corner of her eye, she could see candles, rubber bands and a knife spread out before the visitor.
“Joe, is that you?” Taryn asked, her heart beating faster then before. Inside, her excitement was rising, her body filled with more heat from before. The visitor looked back at Taryn and removed her mask, revealing her former lovers face. Taryn squealed with excitement before Joe leaned down and kissed her.
“Let me get to work,” she said, picking up the knife and holding it in her hands. She spread Taryn’s, running the blade against her clitoris before inserting the blade inside of Taryn. S he moaned as Joe closed her legs. Joe could see and feel Taryn’s wetness, sliding her fingertips just inside of her and tasting Taryn’s pleasure.
Moving up Taryn’s body, Joe began tracing her way up Taryn’s body, licking and biting her way up to Taryn’s mouth. Reaching to the table, Joe picked up the rubber bands and joined them together.
Taking one of one of Taryn’s nipples in her hands, she tied the nipple tightly. Sensations that Taryn hadn’t felt in a long time flew up and down her body as she tried resisting the orgasm was that mounting inside of her. This time she succeeded but she wondered how long she would last before coming all over the place. Joe took her other nipple in her hand, forcing her breasts together and tied the band around it. The sudden lack of blood to Taryn’s nipples made her wetter then before.
By now, Taryn wanted Joe to stop teasing her and suck her until she came. She spread her legs in hope that Joe would take her pussy and lick it. But Joe just smiled at her and closed her legs and picked up the candle.
Lighting the wick on the object, Joe held the candle upside down, letting the wax drip onto Taryn’s body. Taryn moaned and begged for more. She went down Taryn’s body, covering her skin and her pussy with the candle remnants.
Joe smiled at Taryn as she opened Taryn’s legs, leant down and removed the knife with her mouth. She looked back at her and smiled licking her lips. Blowing out the candle, Joe pushed it inside of her pussy, the heat from the flame that had been there only seconds before being put out by her wetness. Taryn held her breath as Joe rammed the candle inside of her pussy.
By now, Taryn was on the edge of exploding. She wanted Joe to taste her more and make her cum. But Joe had one last trick up her sleave. Removing her clothes, Joe slid her hand between her legs and started fingering her pussy in front of Taryn. She watched Joe like a hawk as she grabbed her breasts and began playing with them.
Taryn could see that Joe’s deisre for pleasure was burning inside of her as much as Taryn. Joe bought herself to the edge of an orgasm, but stopped. Removing her fingers Joe walked to the bound Taryn and placed her fingers in her mouth. Taryn licked every inch of her fingers, tasting her pussy on them.
Joe sat on top of her and leant down and gave her a long hard kiss. Moving down her body, Joe stopped at Taryn’s purple nipple and began to bite them. Taryn moaned, looking in anticipation to what she would do next. Joe turned around and faced Taryn’s pussy.
Placing her legs on the side of Taryn’s shoulders, she moved her body down so that Taryn’s mouth could reach the pussy that was being offered to her. Taryn began sucking on her clitoris with Joe’s moans filling the air. She could feel her lovers wetness and taste her pussy on her tongue.
Joe leant down into Taryn’s wetness and began licking, tasting her pussy. Her tongue explored a familiar territory as she slid her tongue inside of her. Taryn arched her back offering Joe more. Taryn and Joe licked and sucked on each other, tasting each other, until they both orgasmed, sending streaks of desire through their bodies. Joe sat up and turned herself around, kissing her way back up to Taryn.
“Thank you,” she said, kissing Joe on her mouth. For a brief moment, Taryn closed her eyes, thinking about the ecstasy that she had felt only moments before. She sighed loudly and opened her eyes and found that she was alone in the room.
There were no traces of Joe ever being in the room. Her hands and nipples were unbound and there was no wax on her body. She placed a hand in her pussy and felt that she wasn’t wet, but partially damp. It had been a dream. Only a blissfully wicked dream…

I was walking home from a friend’s graduation party and I admit I was more than a little drunk. But hey, I was eighteen, a young, good-looking female, and if I wanted to party, I partied.
But that night would be a night I would never forget. I was so tired I just wanted to go home and get some sleep. I had to make a choice, cut through the graveyard and get home in half the time, or go all the way around which would take longer but was less creepy.
I said, “Fuck it,” and went through the graveyard.
I hated the graveyard. It was always so creepy and the place just gave me a bad vibe, even when I was a kid. Yet there I was, walking through the damn place at 2 a.m. so I could get to bed quicker.
There was a full moon so it wasn’t pitch black outside. I didn’t really like the fog that was about knee high but I would be home soon and everything would be fine.
As I swaggered through the graveyard I kept hearing a noise. It sounded like a low moan. I thought to myself, ‘Someone from the party must be getting laid out here.’
I giggled and continued walking.
I was about half way through the graveyard when the moaning got louder. There were about ten big trees in the middle of the graveyard and that was where the moaning was coming from.
I giggled and decided to see who was getting laid. I snuck behind one of the trees then peeked around it. No one was there. I slowly tip-toed to the next tree. I fell once but got up quickly.
I laughed out loud then said, “Shhh!”
I got behind another tree and peeked around it. Again no one was there. I was starting to get bored and was about to give up when I heard a loud moan behind one of the trees I hadn’t checked.
I ran over to the tree, hit it with my face, and fell down. I told you I was a little drunk.
I got up slowly and rubbed my nose. Then it dawned on me. What would happen if they got mad at me for spying? I laughed and thought, ‘Hell, I don’t care!’
I may be only 5′3″ and 105 pounds but I’d kick him in the balls and his lover would probably be too embarrassed to do anything so I could escape easily.
I peeked around the tree and to my delight I saw a nice pair of muscular male ass cheeks. Actually I saw the back of a naked man but my eyes were focused on that sweet ass. From what I could tell, he was alone, just standing there.
He let out a low moan. That was when I figured he must be touching himself.
Now my curiosity was peaked. I wanted to see him stroke his cock. I wanted to see his cock’s length and thickness.
I held onto the tree and leaned way out to see more of him. That’s when my hand slipped off of the tree and I fell down. I just laid there in the fog for a second then I heard him walking towards me.
I stood back up and was about to apologize for the intrusion, but I couldn’t speak. I stood there in shock. I could barely breathe. The man was facing me and I couldn’t believe my eyes. His skin looked blue in color, his face was all fucked up. One of his eyes was dangling on his cheek. He had about five broken teeth in his mouth and blood was dripping out of it. He had big open sores all over his body and yellow puss was seeping out. A big scar ran from the top of his chest to his belly. Worms and maggots were coming out of the scar at his belly. His penis was hard but the flesh was tore all over it.
This thing was just staring at me, rocking from side to side.
I whispered, “I have to go.”
The thing looked into my brown eyes and gave me a hellish smile.
I was petrified and I was shaking from head to toe.
The creature moaned out one word that chilled me to the bone. He moaned, “Pussy.”
I turned and ran as fast as I could in any direction. I didn’t care where I went as long as I was away from the zombie guy. As I ran my foot got caught on something on the ground and I fell. I couldn’t see what it was because of the fog but I quickly got up. I could see the zombie hobbling after me. He was walking so slow I knew he would never catch me.
I began to run and again something caught my foot and I fell to the ground. I rolled onto my back and sat up. Something had hold of my foot. When I took a closer look at my foot I screamed. I could see a hand coming from the ground holding my ankle. The hand had rotting flesh all over it but was very strong.
I clawed at the hand to release my ankle but all I got was rotting flesh under my fingernails.
As I tried to get my ankle free, another hand came from the ground and grabbed my other ankle.
“Oh God, no!” I screamed.
Then I felt my long brown hair being pulled. My head was pulled to the ground. I clawed at the hand that was pulling my hair but as I did so, two more hands came out of the ground and held my wrists.
With my hands held firmly above my head and my ankles secured firmly below, I began to cry. I was about to scream when another hand covered my mouth. Four hands came out of the ground, one on either side of my rib cage and one on either side of my hips.
The two at my rib cage tore open my white blouse. As the buttons flew everywhere, they tore off my bra exposing my breasts and erect nipples. It was so cold laying there on the ground.
The other two hands at my hips tore off my skirt then held my hips firmly in place. The two hands that were holding my ankles slowly moved up to the backs of my knees. The hands were very big and wrapped around each knee. The hands pulled my knees to my chest then spread me wide open.
I screamed into the rotting hand that covered my mouth. I thought to myself, ‘Why is this happening? What is going to happen to me?’
Then I heard a low moan. I looked up between my legs and there it was - the zombie. That hellish grin came across his face as he looked at me. Then he moaned out that familiar word, “Pussy.”
The two hands that had torn off my blouse and bra began milking my breasts. They squeezed so hard I thought my breasts would burst. Squeezing, relaxing, squeezing, relaxing, over and over like a damn machine.
The zombie kneeled between my legs and with one of his hands he tore off my yellow flowered panties.
My muffled cries went unheard.
He opened the folds of my pussy and ran his blood soaked tongue deep into my soft wet girlhood. I screamed as the ice cold tongue violated my hot wet vagina. I could feel his tongue lapping at my outer lips then going deep inside, lashing at my inner pussy walls.
As I cried, he continued eating me out. He pulled his tongue out of me and then began to suck on my clit. My belly tightened as he suckled on my button. My breathing was getting faster and the hands that were milking my breasts got faster too. I could feel my body building to orgasm.
‘How can this be?’ I thought. ‘Am I really going to orgasm for my undead rapist?’
I did just that. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. My arms twitched and my legs tightened then relaxed again. My eyes rolled back as I moaned into my undead gag. The zombie just watched me orgasm for him. Him with that grotesque grin on his fucked up face.
When I finished my orgasm, I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to throw up. I looked at the blue rotting thing between my legs and wanted to kill him. That is, if you could kill something that was already dead.
The hands on my breasts never stopped milking me. My breasts were very sore from the continuous squeezing.
I looked at the zombie and he placed his ice cold hands on my hips. I couldn’t believe what he was going to do to me. But it was true. He was preparing to mount me.
I pulled at my wrists to get him away with no success. I was spread wide open and my knees were held firm. He put his face in front of mine and moaned, “Pussy.” Then he thrust his ice cold, hard cock up inside my hot wet snatch.
I screamed as he raped my soft little muffin.
With the blood from his mouth dripping onto my neck and his eyeball dangling down and bumping against my cheek and nose, I thought I was going insane.
Still he kept pounding into my pussy. Hard and slow, his rotting cock felt like a thick icicle slipping in and out of me. Pushing his rape tool in as deep as he could in my abused cunt, his breath was a cross between strong blood and feces.
He bit down on my left nipple. I cried in pain as he sank his broken teeth into my breast. Still the undead hands kept milking me for him. He was sucking blood from my nipple as he poked inside my vagina.
I felt so sick that I turned my head and vomited.
There I was, held down and spread wide open by the undead, being raped by a zombie. While he sucked blood from my nipple he also pumped at my pussy with his ice cold rotting shaft.
Every time he pushed into me, a little vomit would come out of my mouth. His pace started to quicken as he stopped suckling on my breast. I knew what was coming next, even though I prayed for it not to. He was going to seed my fertile pussy.
I tried to struggle but it was no use. He arched back and moaned, “Pussy,” then filled me with his cold seed.
My body betrayed me and I came too. It must have been because my pussy was so hot and his cock and seed were so cold. My whole body vibrated and my pussy tightened and relaxed around his ice cold member. I was milking the seed from him. It wasn’t like a normal guy’s cum inside me. It wasn’t hot and sticky. It was ice cold and clumpy. I would have to say, it was like someone put bad milk inside my pussy. You know how it gets when it goes bad? Liquidy with big clumps and very cold. That’s what it felt like as he coated my pussy with his seed.
He pulled his cold rape member out of me and walked away while I was still uncontrollably orgasming.
The hands slowly went back into the ground. First the ones at my knees, then my breasts, then my hair. The one that covered my mouth went to my neck and started to choke me. I couldn’t breathe and thought I was going to die. Then I blacked out.
The next thing I remember the sun was starting to come up. I gathered up my clothes and ran home. Everyone was still asleep. I jumped into the shower and washed up. After I was done I went to bed and thought about what had happened to me in the graveyard.
Someone at the party must have slipped something into one of my drinks. I probably hallucinated it all. Not the rape mind you, but what I saw raping me and holding me down. That had to be it.
About a month later I found out I was pregnant. I kept it a secret from everyone. That is until my water broke nine months later. Then everyone knew I wasn’t just getting fat. The delivery was quick and painless to my surprise. It only took an hour. I gave birth to a baby girl but the doctor and nurses were very quiet. They whispered then told me my baby was dead.
I asked to see her and they held her up. She was very blue and cold to the touch. They took her away and the next day, the day of my release, I noticed that I was lactating milk mixed with blood and it was cold, not warm.
A scary thought came into my brain. Later that night, I snuck into the hospital morgue. I found my baby girl and held her to me. I took out my breast and put the nipple into her mouth then squirted my milk and blood mixture into her mouth.
Her eyes opened wide and she began to suckle my special milk from my breast. Her eyes and hair were black as coal. Her body was cold and blue like her father’s. I had given birth to a zombie baby.
As we left the hospital, she clung to my breast. I looked up into the sky and and wondered what was ahead in our future. Ah, but that’s another story.

[ This is a slight rewrite to tighten pacing and better structure it for multiple chapters. Feel free to comment on how you think the changes affected the reading. Thanks.]
Chapter 1: The Library
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The library fund raiser was unexpectedly crowded. Sue’s light brown hair was nicely coifed and well matched to her light blue eyes. Overlooking the formal crowd from a twenty-foot high balcony, we could see it was a young group with several very conservative elders. The balcony had a four-foot high thick oak rail with widely spaced and narrow light teak balusters. The outer three feet of the balcony had an absolutely clear glass floor. We would soon make very good use of all that. This could be the perfect group to mess with and get Sue her exposure.
Having finally accepted that she was an exhibitionist after years of denial and misleading me, Sue was now looking to make up for lost time and climb out of her closet. Tonight, she wore a light weight, snug pastel skirt and begged me to expose her any way I chose so she could still claim innocence. I knew that was not an easy decision for her.
She’d cycled through many clothing choices in the last two hours before we had to leave for the event. Only one outfit was the typically reserved type expected for a formal event. Well, that would never do! She’d even considered her favorite sexy pants.
It was very tight, clingy, and near sheer white. From the rear, we could see how well the high cut waist and tailored seat shaped her tiny ass into an impressive pear-shaped lusty delight. The legs tapered nicely to her ankles. The pocketless pants allowed an unobstructed view of her blemish free body. Something about the pants darkened her fur triangle, making it easily visible. She always knew, but would rage if I mentioned it.
From the front, even in those rare times when she decided to wear panties, the seam clawed its way deep into her pussy. Since she hated VPL and felt much more naughty without them, she didn’t wear panties with anything snug.
This was a favorite outfit to wear to casual parties of any size. Those who’d seen them before were thrilled to see her in them. Sue would feign ignorance as she first kept bending to serve everyone, then stand to serve anyone else leaving her shapely ass, or screaming, fragrant pussy in someone’s face.
From the moment she painted these slacks on, the seam would start making love to her clit and her beautiful lips would immediately swell with excitement. Even when she dared to wear them on the streets and train, her glorious camel toe would broadcast its proud presence to everyone nearby. Every sexy step in her high heels brought her intense pleasure and nearly to orgasm. She convinced herself that no one heard her sighs and moans, but couldn’t admit to why she loved these pants.
Somehow, these pants didn’t show signs of her moist cunt, but the cotton fibers did let her fragrance loft thru them. That and the pink tint of her swollen lips showing thru the thin pants were enough to make most men, and many women, drool! It didn’t matter what top she wore with it unless it flowed to her knees and stayed there. These pants were just too damn sexy and yet NOT revealing enough for this event. More importantly, they covered too much and were much too slow to peel off for a quick flash!
The snug skirt we agreed on was tight from the wide waist band down to the hem of the short mini . Her well toned, shapely yet thin legs needed to be covered to just below her knees, or several inches above them to look their best. You can guess which way this skirt went. The separate cream top looked like it was the attached, extra large blooming top of a dress- while she stood straight up. The braless, low, square-cut top only showed a little cleavage while upright, but would totally expose her small B cup breasts and perfect nipples when she leaned forward or pushed her shoulders forward. She was undecided about her panties.
She no longer denied she enjoyed flirting, getting hit on and exposing herself, so her psychotic anger when talking about revealing clothes and flashing was gone. We could both relax. She was, literally, out of her closet.
I asked if she’d chosen to wear panties tonight and, smirking, I pointed to the crowd directly below us. A few of the elders clustered together with their drinks, but kept looking up at her through the clear glass floor and thru the railing. She saw them, tried not to smile too obviously at the flattery, then looked straight out thru the big library windows in her typical denial ‘trance’. But tonight her face softened, and her shapely and toned legs tightened for effect. Her sexy scent attested to her moist excitement.
The snug skirt held her shapely little ass firmly and flattened the slight bulge in her abs. She was truly a lusty feast for the eyes and libido. Since she was struggling to stay out of the closet, her 1000 mile stare was less intense than it used to be. Now she could stay acutely aware of the young and old men staring so fiercely at her bright white crotch and better enjoy the rewards for her risks.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about helping my beautiful wife go public in reality or how much I would participate. Since I’d promised to help her ‘accidentally’ expose herself and take all responsibility, I felt committed. I moved her close to the rail and ORDERED her to lean both elbows on it, but keep her back and legs straight. That meant she had to spread her legs far apart to drop lower. And THAT meant she had to let her tiny mini skirt rise up much higher. It crept up nearly to her hips, exposing a large part of her bright panties even to the groups with us on the balcony.
I discretely snuck a few peeks at the crowd so I wouldn’t discourage anyone from looking up her dress and under her top then whispered to her who was peeking. As I named them, male & female, she smiled a bit and enjoyed it instead of getting furious with me for bursting her bubble, as in earlier days. As she wiggled in her now looser and much higher skirt, she said she did have panties on. I ordered her to step back two feet, off the glass floor to a just slightly less obvious place, and hike her skirt to her waist to *prepare* to remove the panties.
Some of the others with us could still clearly see her. She pretended not to see them and hooked her thumbs in the narrow ends of her incredibly bright white bikini panties to slowly slide them off. She cocked her hips from side to side like she was struggling with them, oh sooo innocently. Lingering an extra second when her long, sparse pussy hair sprung over the top, she relished in the hushed attention. Sue let the panties hang there a moment as she ‘wrestled’ with the back of her skirt. When she moved them a bit lower, she stopped again and pulled them sharply back up a bit; just enough to jiggle and snag them under her luscious bare ass and under her engorged clit pushing it into clear view. I swear I heard several men groan. I was one of them!
Sue continued to tease us as I’d taught her, and slowly slid her panties below her pussy. We all held our breath and waited for the narrow panty crotch, that refused to leave its treasured lusty post, to spring down at the insistence of the displaced undies’ upper hem. For just a second, we stared at the inside front panel of the panties looking for markings. These were too clean and too new, so all we saw was an inviting and growing moist spot. Once they reached her knees, she turned her back to the group and stayed bent over, straight legged, for an exaggerated moment. She forced her skirt to stay up to give all those behind her an unexpected view of her spreading cheeks, her beckoning asshole and her swollen, dripping pussy.
Sue seized every possible chance to do all the things she’d fantasized about for years, but had never dared to consider in reality. After removing the panties from her ankles, she pulled up the skirt again, ‘just to be sure they were gone’! I dropped to my knees and helped by inspecting her exposed, sparse and untrimmed bush, taking several extra seconds to comb back her hair and ‘confirm’ the barrier was gone. She let out an uncontrolled moan when my fingers stroked and partially opened her cunt to the well dressed, gawking voyeurs. She stared blankly at her spotlighted pussy while I inspected her and we ‘ignored’ the crowd. Those behind me shared my full frontal view; those behind Sue locked on her smooth sexy ass and the swollen pussy lips that showed below it.
I never thought I’d share my wife’s intimate parts so publically - AND ENJOY IT! My pounding heart and raging hard on reminded me that I was, and that this was real. I ordered Sue back to the rail, to take the same widely leg-spread stance as before. She enjoyed the breezy feeling along her pussy; I enjoyed her enjoyment and the crowd’s whispering and pointing up at her.
After several more people had a moment to watch in excited silence, I had Sue stand straight at the rail, but turned 90 degrees to face me. She slowly lifted and bunched the skirt up to, then past her waist and stared straight ahead as if she were alone. As her cute little ass and beautiful pussy came into clear view again, the crowd got quieter and more people elbowed others to “look at THAT.”
Her fuzzy mound testified undeniably that the bright white cloth was gone. Sue had to re-bunch and keep gathering the skirt so she could stay exposed to all. She kept her legs spread so wide that anyone directly below her could look up and see her swollen clit and the pink between her moist lips.
The more she imagined what they could see, the wetter she got. She was also very careful to bunch the skirt against the bottom back of her top. That forced the starchy blouse to billow forward and let everyone below also look under the over sized top. Her top strained away from her chest to leave her small tits as lonely eye candy that best served to support her perfect ruddy nipples.
From several angles, what people saw was a beautiful, totally naked woman holding a sloppy ‘belt’ above her waist and ignoring everyone around her in a crowded public event. I wondered if any of them thought she was some racy entertainment provided by the fund raiser.
My mouth drooled, my pants strained, I knelt again to put my eyes, nose and mouth at pussy level. Though her sex scent was filling the room, I moved a little closer to be overwhelmed by her increasingly heady aroma of excitement and to watch her juices welling and escaping her partially open lips.
I reached for her ass to draw her to me, but remembered the gathering. I knew no one would report her daring nudity, but might call cops if I leaned in with my tongue. Despite my eagerness, I leaned back on my feet and just enjoyed the close up view, her lusty fragrance and the aroused crowd around us.
But I just couldn’t let her sweet nectar drip to the floor, so using just my fingertips, I carefully and slooowly wiped up the endangered drops from her tempting love canal. Tracing the line between her major and minor lips up to her sensitive clit, I also gathered the forthcoming drops and made her shiver in delight.
I gave the crowd another moment to savor her body while I thrilled at her arousal. Shortly, I ordered her to bend far over to give the crowd another clear view of her sweet holes. I also ensured her breasts fell out above the blouse so her swollen nearly crimson nipples were brightly lit. There was then no way anyone could claim she was ‘accidentally’ exposed and unaware. She loved it!
Later that night, she’d tell me that at that moment she ‘felt’ someone below her sucking on her sensitive tits; that I was finger fucking her and doling my attentions between her clit, her G spot and scooping as much of her luscious juices as I could gather, to share with her shortly, by deep plunging my fingers into her steaming hole; that some stranger held her hips and was fucking her ass; and that I’d surprise her by sucking her clit and pushing my ten inch tongue deep into her pussy to gently swirl her cervix and heat her G spot. All that while keeping her balance as ecstacy flooded her head and made her giddy. This well rounded impromptu fantasy took just a minute, but said what she might really want. I’d learn that on my own shortly.
When we were summoned into the theater, Sue fixed her clothes and the crowd noticeably groaned in disappointment. I kept her panties crumpled up in my hand and again inhaled her intoxicating fragrance. The slight addition of fresh musky sweat gave the panties a slightly different aroma that would change with time.
The doors created a logjam, so we moved very slowly. We didn’t let that moment pass quietly. Sue used the crowd as cover and raised her skirt again, but only half way up her ass. That was enough to feel the chilled air blow through her exposed pussy and pubes. Only the closest people could see her cunt. Several of them took advantage of the cover too.
I saw a hand slip under her skirt from behind and trace her pussy. It held her cunt lips open a bit until Sue stepped forward and sideways, making her pussy open for him. She pulled her skirt up a little more to encourage him, but never turned to see who it was. I’m sure she knew it wasn’t my hand. This was far beyond exposing herself. She was practically begging a stranger to finger fuck her and toy with her clit, in reality and in public. Where did my neurotic germaphobic wife go?
I saw five other couples watching the action. They were turned on too and a few bare cocks and tits were groped around us. My hand joined the stranger’s to invade all available gaps and scrape up more of Sue’s nectar for later. Our fingers shared her warm, velvety pussy, but neither of us could reach her G spot.
A third hand joined us from the front - a woman’s hand. A young and hot brunette dipped and finagled to stroke Sue’s inviting pubes and clit. She slipped her fingers between ours and we three simultaneously shared Sue’s oh-so-sweet juices. The nicely dressed woman to our right was obviously the owner of that horny hand. Her glazed expression and dipping shoulders betrayed her.
Her other hand massaged her own breast. She reached down her low cut, V neck, billowy black dress to pinch her bare nipple; then pulled one full sweet tit out of her classy dress to keep fondling it and suck her nipple inches from Sue’s face. The sight jolted Sue even higher. She seemed to drool over the thought of making love with this stranger and I hoped to invite the exciting woman to join us later in a three-way. Sue had inspired daring behavior in her and others in their formal clothes, in public and at a formal event. Neither of us expected that!
Sue struggled to pretend she wasn’t aware of anything, yet held her skirt above her bare ass. I caught her furtive glances at the three bare cocks near her. Did she want to stroke them, suck them or fuck them? Two of them had a partner’s hand squeezing and pumping them. The third was self pumped and I could feel Sue’s excitement AND fear thathe might get too excited and try to fuck her right there in the crowd without her consent.
Another couple near Sue bobbed several times. I had to dip and look between her legs to see that they were both stroking her shaky, bare thighs and bumping her pussy. How can she stand up with all this attention and stimulation?
Sue later told me how excited she was to feel as many as five strange hands at once stroking and poking her pussy and ass, and three others slipped under her blouse to fondle her tits and nipples. She admitted she had several small orgasms she could barely hide. If this trend continues I can see us exploring swinging and sawp parties soon.
When we approached the entry doors, the people in front slipped away. Those behind Sue frantically pushed deeper into her. Someone tried to quickly push a finger past her tight asshole. They didn’t get in, but they did spread her ass so a few of us could see her sexy butthole in the bright lights. Sue didn’t resist. I know some of us wanted to lick and push a tongue into it. She sensed it too and leaned forward a little for us to offer us her ass. I rubbed her tight muscle so she would feel the jolts from my fingers just as we stepped inside.
Sue dropped her skirt as we entered the hall and almost looked unaffected. Before the lights dimmed, I noticed that the lovely brunette who fingered Sue earlier was seated next to her. After the lights dimmed, Sue got more actively involved. The other woman, Lynn, was still turned on and helped Sue frantically push her skirt over her waist again. She also reached into Sue’s blouse and fished both breasts out to be supported only by the upper blouse hem. Sue said the velvety seats tickled her pussy in a novel and very distinctive way.
Those exposed tiny tits made a daring, luscious sight. Lynn and I reached over her shoulders to fondle the opposite breast. In mirror action, we nuzzled and licked Sue’s ears and reached into her pussy together to share her welcoming warmth and nectar. Sue’s hand was already in there.
Ignoring the people around us, Sue started to lift Lynn’s dress with her free hand; Lynn took the hint and slid it up to her ribs. As she tore off her panties, Lynn teased she was happy she’d decided at the last minute not to wear pantyhose. Sue took the sweaty, lacy and torn panties to her nose and inhaled Lynn’s lusty arousal before sharing them with me, then her. Sue stroked Lynn’s thighs and her swelling pussy.
Lynn pulled out her left breast and offered it to Sue. Her tongue swirled around the tall stiff nipple. My hand was close to it, so I held it to Sue’s mouth and, when Sue dropped it, I latched on and stroked her ample C+ tit and worked on her still growing nipple. It was thicker and harder than Sue’s, but not as perfectly shaped. I too wanted to suck it, but it was out of tongue range for the moment. Some thin copious fluid seeped out of her nipple, so I wondered if she were nursing. We were sure to find out later. I coated my fingers with it and hoped to taste her milk soon.
It was awkward for me to reach Lynn’s pussy, but I did the best I could and did get inside for another, similarly, flavored, lusty nectar. Sue dipped and scooped her own pussy, then offered Lynn’s greedy mouth a taste. She scooped again and pushed the same fingers into Lynn’s hot snatch. We all shared the sweet taste of both luscious pussies from Sue’s fingers.
Shortly, both women complained that I had no skin in play. Experience told me that pulling my dick out through my fly was restrictive and often painful. They insisted they wanted to see and grip my cock and balls in the dim light, so, happy to please, I dropped my pants and shorts to my ankles - they clapped with glee at my turgid trooper. Lynn reached across Sue and after a few strokes, took my dick into her warm mouth. Sue seemed happy to share my cock with Lynn. She also reached over Lynn’s hip to lovingly kiss her ass and slip fingers into her pussy and asshole.
We kept trading favors for the next two hours until applause signaled the end of the event. The slowly brightening lights found Sue sprawled across us, ass in the air and sucking my cock while Lynn used her tongue on Sue’s sopping, gaping pussy and bung hole. The girls only had to straighten their dresses to cover up, but I had to wrestle my clothes quickly back up my legs and over my aching dick. We exchanged numbers and agreed to hook up again for a more relaxed encounter.
Leaving the library, I had to hide my stiff dick - then I wondered, why? After all the nakedness all night, could anyone object to a covered, tenting, boner? On the way home, horny Sue reached into my pants and exposed Willy in the car’s bright map lights. She hoped to share her thrills and let someone see me naked as we passed, or better yet, while stopped at a light.

“I want to see you shaved.” he told me on the phone.
“I tried shaving once, it was a disaster Sir, My tummy just gets in the way.” I told him as I laid on the bed with the phone to my ear.
“I don’t want you to shave yourself, I want to shave you, I want you to trust me enough to let me do that to you.” his voice sent shivers of desire through me.
We had only known each other a short time, but I knew I trusted him more than anyone I had ever met, I trusted him enough to submit in a way I had only played at before, enough to want to be his pet, his toy, his sub.
“How would you do it? How would you shave me?” I asked breathlessly as my hand began to wander down my belly to touch my trimmed pussy hair. I asked him to let me touch myself, to let me play with myself as he described the steps involved. When he gave me permission I slid my fingers against my wet clit as I listened to him tell me in detail how he would shave my pussy bald the next time we met.
His precise description did as much to arouse me as any phone sex I had ever had, I squirmed as my cunt got wetter and wetter and as he described how much he would enjoy shaving me I came silently so as not to interrupt him, biting my lip to keep my moans quite.
The next day I showed up exactly when he told me to and we spent the evening watching television and movies, the entire time I was getting wetter and wetter thinking about him shaving me. Finally the movie, which seemed to last forever, drew to a close and I got up my courage to ask him if it was time yet.
He told me to go into the bathroom and take a quick shower and he would get everything ready. I washed between my legs, feeling how slick and wet I already was then sat on the edge of the tub drying myself as he arranged a folded blanket on the floor and offered me a pillow. I lay out on the bathroom floor the way he told me to with my ass on the edge of the blanket and a towel under my bottom.
I lay there naked, exposed and unsure, as he went to get the camera and took before pictures of my pussy. My breasts kept pushing up against my chin so I grabbed them and held them in place as he gathered up the supplies he had told me he would need.
A bucket of hot water was laid at my feet and he brought a can of old fashion shave cream and a new three bladed razor and sat between my legs. All I could see was his head over my belly and tits as I bent my knees and exposed myself to him. I gasped as he poured a bit of the hot water from the bucket onto my pussy. I could feel the cool shaving cream on my mons and his hand gently smoothing it onto my skin and adding a little to my right leg.
He paused to take pictures of me with the shaving cream covering my pussy mound and then told me to relax and not to squirm when I giggled at the feel of the cream. At first I could barely feel the razor sliding over my skin as it wiped away the hair on the outside of my mound. It flowed over my skin taking off the cream and the hair with ease.
When he started to work closer to my lips I felt the soft strokes more precisely and I found myself playing with my nipples, twisting them and pulling them. Each stroke was a delicate tickle near my exposed center, I was as open to him as I could be and I felt the most trust I had ever felt for another person as I watched his serious eyes looking at me.
He asked me if I was alright and I assured him I was, that my sighs were because it felt so good not because I was tired or bored, far from it. I could feel my cunt slicking up more with each stroke of the razor against my delicate skin.
I lay back and relaxed, playing with my nipples until he began to shave the edge of my lips, at which point I had to bite my lip and slow down the twisting of my nipples. The sensation was amazing, delicate and dangerous all at the same time.
He would reach over to my right leg and smear more cream on me to keep the delicate areas that he had to go over again lubricated. As his razor slid over my skin I felt so relaxed, so safe and totally secure, I knew he would not hurt me as long as I trusted him enough to not move or be stressed.
I could feel the razor down near my ass and I wanted to squirm so bad but I knew I had to have faith in him to never damage me. Finally the last strokes were done and I was told to shower off all the cream and make sure I got all of me clean.
I gently scrubbed at my pussy, marveling at how soft the skin felt there between my legs, washing the cream out of ever crevice before getting out of the shower and drying off again. Now the only thing that was slick on me was my own juices which no amount of wiping away could seem to conquer.
He told me to go lay down on the bed as he threw the blanket and towel in the wash and I relaxed and touched my mound gently until he came in with the camera and had me pose again for him. Finally he had me lay with my butt at the end of the bed and my feet hanging off of it as he inspected his handy work.
“I saw you playing with your nipples without asking me while I shaved you.” he told me. “Maybe we should see how much more sensitive your pussy is now, I think it needs a spanking don’t you?”
“Oh yes please Sir.” I sighed, waiting for the blow I knew would land on my full, round mound. The first blow was mild and I was expecting another like it when his hand slammed down hard upon my tingling pussy. I gasp and sat upward, grasping his arm and trying to catch my breath.
“Lay back down now.” He ordered and I did so as I caught my breath and waited for the next blow which I was sure would have me gasping for air again. I waited and waited as he gently teased my mound and over and over lifted his hand only to gently bring it down again to stroke me. Finally when I had stopped flinching each time his hand raised up he landed a blow which again had me upright and out of breath.
I quickly laid back and tried to calm myself as he landed two more medium blows then began to again tease and stroke my now glowing and swollen mound before landing one more hellish blow upon it making me gasp.
I lay there trying to calm down as he watched me and stroked my belly and legs before telling me to scoot up and lay with my head on the pillows. He lay down beside me and gently continued to touch me while looking me in the eyes.
“You played with yourself while we talked yesterday, show me how you masturbate.” He quietly ordered me. I was laying on my side, as I always did when I played with myself alone. I slid my right hand down to my pussy and let my fingers slide between the hot and swollen lips, marveling at how sensitive it was shaven.
I told him that I always twist one of my nipples while I masturbate and he reached over and grabbed one and began to pull on it. “Like this?” he asked.
I was getting closer and closer to cumming so I gasped as I told him that I twisted it much harder as well as pulling on it. My fingers stroked my flaming hot clit and slid around in my juices as he twisted and pulled my nipple harder and harder driving me closer to my orgasm.
I began to stiffen up, thrashing my head around and working my fingers against my clit faster and faster as I finally let loose and moaned and cried out as I came. He caught my moans with his lips, kissing me as my orgasm faded away and he held me close.
Finally after I was done shaking he told me he wanted to feel how smooth I really was and told me to get on my hands and knees as he slid behind me and positioned himself between my thighs. I gasped as he slid his hard cock into me, filling me full, and began to fuck my bare, swollen, hot pussy with a vengeance. He reached forward and grabbed my red hair and pulled my head back as my moans got louder and louder.
I could feel him sliding in me, my heat burning me up from the center of my being as he pounded into me.
“In or out?” He asked, “Do you want me to cum inside you or on you?”
“In me. Oh please Sir, cum inside me.” I begged as he sped up his trusts, pushing my head into the pillow. “Fill me up please Sir.”
I felt him cum inside me, spurt after spurt filling my already soaking cunt. He collapsed beside me and pulled my back up against him and held me close as I whispered my thanks to him and told him it would always be his choice where he came when he was with me.
To be Continued:
6-3-07

Monday Morning…After the Meeting
I didn’t go straight to the bar in the end but stopped off to thank my p.a. for doing such a good job at the meeting. We talked for a few minutes and then I remembered that I’d told Julia I had more plans for her and I didn’t want to leave her alone in that mood for too long. I said that I’d probably be late back from lunch and then I set off to find my slut.
I Walked into the crowded room and looked around for her. Pushing my way through, I saw her at the packed bar waiting to be served. I moved up behind her standing slightly to her right, putting my left arm around her waist.
Immediately I began to harden at the thought of what I was going to do to her. I rubbed myself on her arse. She pushed back on me. Reaching down, I pulled at the hem of her skirt until I could gain access to her bare cunt. She gasped a little bit and tried to push me away. I pushed her even closer to the bar, tightening my arm round her waist, blocking her exit.
I whispered to her that she was going to be a good little slut and let me finger fuck her to orgasm right here in the crowded pub. She whispered ‘no’, but knew she would do it.
I felt her part her legs slightly to give me easier access and I moved round slightly so I could reach her clit.
Her juices were already flowing, I knew she liked this. She was an exhibitionist and the thought of all these people unaware of what we were doing, turned her on.
I pushed my middle finger deep inside her, making it wet, and began to finger fuck her. Pulling it out only to move upwards towards her clit, rubbing and flicking it in the way she liked. I had my head close to hers and whispered to her, explaining everything I was doing, using the basic sexual terms she liked to hear. Telling her what a slut she was, letting me do this to her, but a good slut.
It didn’t take long.
Her orgasm was building, her legs starting to shake. I reminded her that she needed to ask permission.
Just as the bartender walked towards us, she leant back into me, whispering. I told her I couldn’t hear her, she needed to talk louder. As he leaned forward to take our order she almost shouted ”baby please, let me cum for you”.
I answered her yes. The barman looked confused for a moment, then recognition dawned on his face and he backed off slightly. He watched in amazement as, pushing back against me, she came. Her eyes closed, mouth slightly open, chest heaving.
I whispered to her that he was still watching. She moaned loudly and bucked slightly beneath my hands, her orgasm coming and coming.
Finally I felt her relax. She turned her face towards me and I kissed her on the mouth.
Turning back to the bartender, she smiled innocently and ordered our drinks.

Part 1: The Online Encounter
Story Overview
A thread of e-mails quickly blossoms into an erotic relationship of domination and humiliation between Ken and Karena. Karena develops a growing need for power and control while Ken finds himself drawn into a state of submission and inferiority.
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Ken anxiously opened his e-mail to see if Karena had responded to his feedback. The night before Ken had spent hours skimming through her website and reading her erotic stories. Karena was the main character in most of her stories, which were centered on BDSM. Her stories evoked strong erotic emotions in Ken. So much emotion that Ken had quietly stroked his cock while reading them. Karena’s character was a slut slave in one story, a mistress in another and a seductive tigress in another story. She bowed down to her master, she controlled other women, and controlled other men. Ken found all of the stories to be well written and very erotic. He knew the stories were fictional, but he couldn’t help feel that he was getting to know Karena through her stories.
The story that appealed to him the most was a story about how she dominated an older man, humiliated him and forced him to serve her and please her. The story was called “Controlling John.” It was this story that sent him over the edge. He stroked his cock until it could take no more and with loud moans his cock exploded and filled his hands with warm cum.
It was this excitement and reward that compelled Ken to give Karena feedback on her stories and so he wrote, “Loved your stories. They were very erotic and exciting. I have to admit that I masturbated to ‘Controlling John.’ Thanks for the great stories. I can’t wait to read more.”
Ken was not sure what her reaction would be. He had provided feedback to authors many times before. Sometimes he would get replies thanking him for the feedback and sometimes he would get no replies. One time his feedback led to a brief relationship where a woman dominated him through e-mail. However after a few weeks she mysteriously disappeared without a trace, leaving Ken disappointed and wanting more.
Deep down, Ken was hoping his e-mail to Karena would lead to a similar relationship. He knew the chances of that happening were slim, but his eyes lit up when he saw an e-mail from her. He read the email. “Hi Ken. Thanks for the feedback. It’s very exciting for me to know that you got off reading my stories. Did you cum reading how I controlled John? I just love it when a man is at my beck and call <smile>. Have you ever served a woman before?”
Ken couldn’t believe what he was reading. Not only did she respond to him, but she was also initiating him in conversation and talking dirty. He wasn’t going to let this moment pass. He thought about his previous online mistress and wrote,
“Yes I did cum <blush>. It was exciting to read how you controlled John. I did have a short (3 week) relationship where a woman dominated me online. It was great, but then she suddenly stopped sending me e-mails. Have you ever dominated someone online?”
John clicked the send button. His cock was hard and throbbing in his pants at the excitement. He gripped his cock, enjoying the warm tight feeling. Then his email beeped and he looked up to see another e-mail from Karena. His heart skipped a beat at the realization that she was online. Over the next half hour Ken and Karena talked through email.
“Yes. I have controlled both men and women online. Tell me about your past experience. What did she make you do?” Karena was lying. She had never dominated anyone. She just wanted to have some fun with Ken. She thought it might give her some ideas for a new story.
“She made me do many things. I had to buy a dog collar and leash and wear them while I was online with her. I had to buy girl panties and wear them. She even made me eat my own cum (I can’t believe I did it).”
“Did you like your cum? When was the last time you tasted it?”
“Even though I was alone, it was humiliating for me to eat my own cum. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. I was surprised that my cock grew hard while I was eating it. It excited me to know that I was doing something so humiliating for her. I have not tasted my cum since I last talked to her, which was about 4 weeks ago.”
“Poor little boy <frown>. You must be craving to taste it again. If you’re a good little boy for me I’ll let you taste some tonight. I bet you’d love that wouldn’t you? I bet your cock is hard and dripping right now. Stroke it for me while you tell me more. What did she make you do with your dog collar?”
Ken was already stroking his cock when he opened Karena’s e-mail. His heart pounded with nervousness as he read her words. He couldn’t believe how aggressive she was. It was evident that she was taking control of the situation. Ken’s submissive nature immediately surfaced and he was elated at the thought of obeying Karena. He did not want to upset her so he typed as fast as he could
“I’ll be good I promise. My cock his very hard and I am stroking it. I am so horny right now. I don’t like to eat my cum, but I’d love to eat it for you if that would please you <smile>. After I purchased my collar my mistress made me get a tag engraved with her name on it. Having her name attached to my neck made my submissiveness seem so much more real. Knowing that someone owned me really turned me on. The first night I put it on I masturbated like crazy. My mistress also made me fuck my girl friend doggie style and imagine that it was her that was fucking my girlfriend with a dildo. I came so hard that night!”
“You are such a doggie slut. You must be so lonely without a master. I bet you’d love to wear your collar for me. Wouldn’t you like to have my name on your collar? Wouldn’t you like me to train you and keep you as my own little puppy? If you beg me, maybe I’ll take you in. How’s that cock doing?”
Ken could hardly contain his excitement. He had to stop stroking his cock because he was becoming too aroused and he did not want to cum just yet. The thought of being owned by Karena made his cock throb and pulse. He couldn’t wait to start begging. “Please! Please! Be my master Mistress Karena. I’m on my knees begging to you. My cock is real hard. I’m about to explode.”
“More begging and reply faster! Will you do as I say?”
“Yes. Please train me. I’ll do whatever you want!”
“Don’t mess with me doggie boy. Will you be my slut? Will you give me control of your cock? Are you willing to be my little hand puppet? My dirty boy”
Ken was soo excited. He was not sure of the meaning of everything that she was asking, but he replied anyway. He was willing to let her do whatever she wanted. “Yes I am serious. I am your slut, your hand puppet and your dirty boy. You can control my cock and do whatever you want with it”
Karena’s words came back fast and demanding, “Okay slut. Keep stroking MY cock but do not cum. Tomorrow, get a new tag for your collar and have it engraved with the words ‘Karena’s pet.’ Do you still have your panties? Put them on now! You have 5 minutes! When you are ready, describe them to me.”
Ken was thankful that he kept the panties. He jumped out of his chair and ran to his bedroom closet. He pulled a shoebox down from the top shelf and ran back to the computer with it. Ken opened the box lid and scanned his assortment of panties. He picked out his favorite pair and slid them on. They were purposely small, compliments of his previous mistress. He pulled the small garment over his balls and cock as best as he could. The soft girlish material sent shivers through his cock. Quickly he described them to her.
“I am wearing my panties now. They are pink nylon with pink and white ribbons on each side. They are girls size 12/14.”
“Oohhh. Little girlie panties. I bet you felt like such a pervert buying them. Tell me about your shopping experience princess. Keep stroking my cock while you do this. Are you ready to cum little girl? Do you like being my princess”?
Ken nearly lost it when Karena called him a princess and little girl. He didn’t know why it turned him on so much. The thought of being her princess, the thought of being treated so child like and feminine melted all sense of reality in his mind. There were a lot of things he could not explain. Prior to meeting his first online mistress he had never thought much about wearing panties but now he was becoming infatuated with them. He described his feelings to Karena.
“Mistress Karena, I love being your princess. My panties are so soft and feminine. They feel incredible against your cock. I am so horny. I am ready to explode! I was very nervous about buying the panties. When I agreed to wear panties, I had no idea my mistress would order me to go to a department store and buy little girl panties. A guy shopping at Victoria’s Secret is not so unusual. However, it is rare to find a guy perusing the teenage panty selection in a department store. I was ordered to buy 5 pairs sizes 14 - 16.
I have to admit that buying little girl panties made the task seem so much more taboo and exciting. It took me about 10 minutes in the parking lot to calm myself down. When my erection finally subsided, I went into the store and found the teens section. I was extremely nervous and paranoid that everyone knew what I was doing. Thankfully the department was empty. After a few minutes of searching, I found a table with a variety of panties displayed. I wanted to just grab 5 pairs and go, but I had to make sure I got the right sizes. I began to sort through the panties. They were soft and delicate. I’m embarrassed to say that my cock started swelling in my pants right in the store. I had to fight hard not to get an erection. After a few minutes of sorting through the panties I discovered that there was no size 14-16. I had to buy either size 12/14 or 14/16. I assumed this was a test from my mistress or maybe the store just had odd sizes. I was glad that I actually went through with the task instead of lying about buying panties. I picked out a few pairs in each size and headed to the cashier.
The cashier was a young girl, probably a college student at the nearby university. I couldn’t help but think that she knew why I was buying the panties. Especially since I was buying different sizes and different styles. I’m certain that I was blushing from embarrassment when she was ringing my order. I could even feel perspiration on my forehead from my nervousness. What really surprised me is that as I walked away from the counter my cock instantly grew hard. I had to hold the shopping bag in front of me to hide the large bulge in my pants. The whole experience was such a rush for me. By the time I reached my car I had a large wet spot on the front of my pants. I wanted to masturbate so bad, but I knew my mistress wouldn’t like that so I restrained my emotions.”
After Ken sent the e-mail he saw that there were two new messages from Karena. The first one read, “Where are you slut?” The second message was “Still waiting… I’m losing patience.”
Ken was in a panic after reading the messages and realizing that it had been 15 minutes since Karena had first ordered him to describe his shopping experience. He didn’t realize how much time he spent typing the e-mail. . He did not want to upset his new Mistress. Quickly he sent a reply.
“Sorry mistress. It took me a long time to write my response. Please forgive me.”
Her reply was instant. “We’ll have to work on your typing doggie boy. You’ve wasted enough of my time tonight. I’ll have to read your long-winded response another time.
As punishment you may not cum tonight. Keep my cock in your little panties for the rest of the night. If you want to cum (and I know you do) get up at 5:00 am and start stroking my cock. I want you to stroke my cock for 5 minutes and then rest for 5 minutes. Keep doing this until 5:30 am. At 5:30 get online get on your knees and start begging me for release. I might just let you cum. Bye.”
Karena sent her e-mail and logged off. The truth was that she was glad for his long detailed e-mail. She printed it out and took it into her bedroom. Ken was not the only one that was hot and horny. Karena got in bed and read his e-mail. Her left hand slid beneath her silk nightgown and found its way into her wet pussy. She closed her eyes and imagined what Ken looked like. She imagined him in bed with his cute little panties and a raging hard on. She imagined him being frustrated all night and on the verge of cumming from thinking about her. She liked the thought of controlling his orgasm and ordering him around. Her thoughts suddenly dissipated at the approach of an intense orgasm. Her fingers pushed deep into her pussy, her muscled tensed, and she let out several high-pitched moans. Then she relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.
Karena’s thoughts were not far from reality. Ken was on the verge of orgasm and could not believe that Karena was not going to let him cum. He wanted to jack off anyway, but then he calmed down and decided to follow her orders. Although she was not there in person, he wanted her dominance to be as real as possible. Ken spent most of the night with a hard on. He was extremely horny from wearing the smooth panties and could not keep his mind off of what had happened. Several kinky and perverted fantasies played out in his head as he thought about what she would make him do.
He finally managed to fall asleep around 2:00 am only to be awoken a few hours later by his pestering alarm. It was no surprise that he had a morning erection. Like a good slave, he followed Karena’s instructions to a T. Lying in bed he stroked his cock for 5 minutes and then rested for 5 minutes. He was so horny that after the first 5 minutes he was on the verge of cumming. By the time 5:30 came around, he was desperate for release. All he could think of was cumming, so it was easy to beg. He logged onto his computer, got on his knees and started typing.
“Good morning Mistress Karena. I am extremely horny from last night. I really need to cum. Please let me cum. Please! Please!”
Ken waited in anticipation for her response. Finally after a few long minutes it came. “Are you wearing panties? Are you on your knees? Did you sleep well in your panties? A little more begging doggie boy.”
“Yes and yes. I wore my panties all night. I did not sleep well because I was so horny. All I could think about was you and how exciting it is to be your doggie boy and to please you. Please let me cum. I will be so good for you. Please!”
Karena laughed out loud at his pleading. She could tell he was desperate. She decided to give him release, but not without a little fun.
“Do you want to be a slut and do slutty things for me? Are you ready to show me how much of a slut you can be? Are you my slut boy? Beg like you mean it!”
It seemed the more she asked of Ken, the more he wanted to do for her. He wanted to please her. He wanted to be a slut. He felt a strong urge to do kinky and perverse things for his mistress. “Yes. Please! I am your slut boy. I want to do slutty things for you. I am on my knees typing and my cock is so hard. If you were here now I would kiss your feet. Please let me do slutty things for you. Please let me cum!”
“Mmmm. I like little boys at my feet. That’s where you belong. You have been a good dog boy. It pleases me to know that you thought about me all night. Be a good pet and fetch another pair of your panties dog boy. Wrap them around your little cock and use them to masturbate. Better get the larger size, because your going to have a lot of cum. I want you to cum all over the inside of the crotch. Don’t spill any or you’ll be licking it up! Let me know when you are done. You have 5 minutes <LOL>.”
5 minutes was not going to be an issue for Ken. He pulled a pair of plain purple panties out of his box of panties. They were girls’ size 16 and the fabric was a smooth soft nylon. He placed the crotch of the panties over the tip of his cock and pushed the remaining fabric down around his cock. He gripped his panty-covered cock firmly and began to masturbate. The nylon was smooth and felt incredible against his over sensitive cock. Almost immediately cum started squirting out of his cock. Globs of cum covered the small and narrow crotch. By the time he was done, the insides of the panties were completely covered in his goo. In less than two minutes he was typing his reply.
“I’m done mistress. Thank you soo much. There was a lot of cum. It was fantastic. Thank you!”
“Soo fast slut! You are such a pervert, cumming into little girlie panties. You need to learn to control that pathetic little cock. We’ll work on that later. You’ve got a punishment to finish young lady. I want you to put on the panties that are filled with your cum. Pull them up nice and tight around your balls so you can feel the mess that you made. Wear them to work today just like that. Understand?”
Mistress Karena’s continuous references to Ken as a little girl were eating away at his mind. Ken was beginning to think of himself as a little girl. It was a very strange feeling. His cock twitched at the perverseness of what was going on. Although Ken wanted to please Karena, he did not really want to wear the dirty panties. “Mistress. Please don’t make me do that. I don’t want to sit in my cum all day.”
“Why not? Is it disgusting?”
“Yes.”
“Well then maybe I shouldn’t let you cum again. Is that what you want sweetie?”
“No. Of course not!”
“Well then show me what a good little slut your are and pull up your dirty panties. I bet your little girl cock is hard right now, isn’t it sweetie? You really do like wearing your cum panties for me don’t you?”
Ken didn’t want to upset his mistress so he reluctantly pulled up his cum filled panties. Miss Karena knew him too well. By the time the soaked panties were pulled up tight around his balls, his cock was hard as a rock. Ken experienced a confusion of emotions. He felt so dirty and humiliated, yet he was extremely aroused. For some strange reason he was enjoying being forced to wear panties and forced to sit in his own cum. In defeat he replied to Miss Karena
“O.K. Mistress. My panties are on. They are very wet and sticky and you are right, my cock is hard.”
“Of course it is hard. That’s because you are a horny slut and you are my dirty girl boy. You are a hand puppet that will do anything to please me, isn’t that right slut? Let’s get you into a routine. You must wear your panties all day at work. You may change into a clean pair before you go to bed tonight. I want you in panties everyday this week, got it?
Throughout the week I will give you little tasks or assignments to do. Each night before 9:00 you will send me an e-mail describing how your assignment went and how you felt doing the assignment. Make sure you are wearing panties and stroking your cock while you are typing. No cumming unless I say so!
Every morning at 5:00 am you will get up and put your collar on with my name on it. Keep those panties on too. You will get on your hands and knees like a dog and begin to stroke your cock: 5 minutes of stroking and 5 minutes of rest. No cumming! At 5:30 check your e-mail for your daily assignment. Understand?”
Ken found himself feeling more submissive and excited as he read Miss Karena’s e-mail. She was much more demanding than his first mistress. Ken was not a morning person. The idea of getting up a 5:00 am did not appeal to him but he was committed to making this relationship work. He replied back to Karena, thanking her for being his Mistress and agreeing to her routine.
PART II BRINGING OUT HIS FEMININE SIDE
Ken dressed in casual attire at work. That morning he chose black khakis’ and a gray polo shirt to wear. He figured the dark pants would hide his excitement and any dampness that might seep through the panties. During the drive to work, Ken’s cock remained hard and throbbing. He had never worn panties out in public before and the danger of being discovered thrilled him.

**This story is based on real life events. Names have been changed.**
When I turned 18, I begged my parents to let me get a job. I still lived at home, I was eager to grow up, and I wanted money. After some time of negotiations, my father and mother relented and let me find employment for the summer.
I searched for awhile, but I found nothing that excited me. My father said he would try some of his contacts and see what he could come up with. The result was a receptionist job with a doctor friend of his named Dr. Bather. Dr. Bather was an old friend of my fathers and I had met him a few times at various gatherings. Each time we had exchanged only pleasantries, however he always seemed rather distant and slightly cold.
I started the following Monday at 8am. I was introduced around the office by the head nurse, Mrs. Gilford, and given a tour of the building. It was a large office building with many different businesses and practices with in it, including laboratories, gynecologists, and a dentist office. I hadn’t actually got to see Dr. Bather and thank him for the opportunity yet, but Mrs. Gilford told me that he often came in early and retreated into his office until the first patient arrived.
It wasn’t until then that I saw him. We greeted each other, but this time as employer and employee. A short conversation followed, but it was cut off when Mrs. Gilford reminded him of his patients. I was thankful though because Dr. Bather seemed even more distant than I had remembered him to be.
A few weeks went by and everyone was pleased with my abilities and enjoyed having me around. Dr. Bather and I spoke rarely and it was always regarding work. It wasn’t until we got a new computer system did things change between Dr. Bather and I.
One afternoon about a month after I began working for him, Dr. Bather called me into his office during lunch.
“Have a seat.” Dr. Bather said seriously.
I sat demurely in front of his desk and smoothed my skirt down around my thighs.
“There was a problem with and entry you made in the system yesterday. Seems that you entered the wrong code for some medication and now my patient’s insurance company refuses to cover the cost.” Dr. Bather spoke rather seriously all the time, but he seemed to be even more flat as he spoke to me now.
I was still rather new to this job, but I remember thinking that this “problem” was really no problem at all. It must have been a typo and it was easily solved by a quick 3 minute phone call.
“I’m sorry Dr. Bather, I will correct it immediately.” I said apologetically.
“Don’t bother. Mrs. Gilford is taking care of it as we speak. I called you in to tell you that I will need you to stay late tonight. I’m afraid you’re not as familiar with the system as I had thought and I will take time out of my very busy day to show you the system myself.” He was angry with me so I looked down at my hands in my lap.
“Yes, Dr. Bather.” Was all I could reply.
He excused me gruffly and I returned to my lunch break but could not eat.
At 5:00, when the last patient left, Mrs. Gilford and the other nurse finished their work, gathered their things and left me in the break room waiting for Dr. Bather.
I heard him call my name and I went into his office quickly, not wanting him to be angry with me any further.
“Have a seat. And take off your jacket.” He said not looking up from his work.
I sat down quietly and removed my jacket, letting it hang on the back of my chair. After a few minutes he looked up and sat back in his seat. I turned away and blushed as he looked over my body.
“Stand up.” He said. The sound of his voice startled me, but I stood up quickly. “Come over here.” He spoke quietly, but forcefully so I complied hastily. He moved his chair back as I stood next to him behind his desk.
“Lift up your shirt.”
He had no expression on his face when he said this, nor did he look me in the face. He just stared at my breasts and waited. I recall not even thinking about it. Most girls my age would have protested, or even asked why. I simply lifted up my shirt. I didn’t wear a bra back then. I had firm breast that sat high on my chest and my nipples were round a stuck out like cherry colored cones. My chest was larger than most of my friends at 36c.
He pulled me to him and I was forced to spread my legs to accommodate his knees. He sat upright in his chair and leaned in toward my tits. I felt his breath slightly on my nipples and they stood erect.
He chuckled slightly when that happened, something I had never heard him do. “That’s it.” He said rather smugly. He looked up at me and opened his mouth and then closed it around my puffy nipple.
I inhaled deeply and quickly and his tongue assaulted my nipple. I watched in fascination as he sucked it into his mouth rudely and squealed a little when he ran his teeth over it roughly. I pulled back slightly, hoping he would let go, but he pulled me forward and onto his lap so that my lags hung over the chair and his crotch pushed up against mine. He still had my breast in his mouth. Dr. Bather then began on the other tit. He reached up to play with my spit covered nipple as he suckled the other. He slid his entire palm over my breast and clamped onto my nipple with the web of his fingers. His other hand held me firmly on his lap and pushed my stomach to his chest, forcing me to arch my back, thrusting my tits into his face.
All of a sudden he picked me up and put me down on the edge of his desk. He pulled his chair up to me. “Scoot towards me.” He instructed. Again, I did as I was told, and again without thinking. I watched in inquisitiveness as he pushed my legs together. Again our eyes met and he smiled. I didn’t respond to his smile or to his hands under my skirt. I keeping starting at him as his fingers met the wet spot between my thighs. Dr. Bather began rubbing my pussy through my panties while smiling at me and I didn’t stop him.
“There’s nothing I like more than a wet pussy in my desk.” And with that he pushed the fabric aside and shoved a long fat finger deep into my snatch. I impulsively spread my knees apart and opened myself too him as I let out a shriek. I turned my head to the side so as not to meet Dr