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 JiNa (Syst)

   "Huh!" I had to rub my eyes.  "Snh?"

   Yeah, I'm not a psychopath, all right?  Not a psychologist, either, but
not for lack of trying.  As she was os fond of reminding me, "Snh!" Wipe
away a tear, but.  It's not just that, of course.

   It's the childporn.  Okay, just because she's right doesn't mean it
isn't wrong.  Yes, the biggest hits on the BBS are for the Old/young
stories, and from the {Anonymus} comments, they're incredibly well written.
Believable, erotic, and arousing.  I can smell it on my own fingers, from
inside me.

   Masturbating to childporn.  It's not the stories, of course that's what
attracted me to her in the first place.  It was Eddy, running them by me to
see what I thought.  If they'd turn me on, because honestly he's an editor
at a Computer magazine, and I'm a little oriental girl.

   They did, but really it was the thought of manipulating her, that
finally got me interested enough to try it.  I picked up on what she was
doing, like.  Hacking, really.  Only instead of in machine languages,
encoded in Fantasy.  I always wanted to be a shrink, ever since I fell in
love with mine, and he left me.  Or sent me away, because of the Conflict
of Interest, but it's like dating at work.

   Or cheating on your wife with your co-worker, or whatever.  I got sucked
in, to her fantasies, and the biggest part of it is how fucked up they are.
Not on the surface, that's pretty par for the course, take it from me, an
addict of Erotica.  From a very early age, so bad I had to go to threapy
for it, and.  Like, you know.

   How that didn't work out?

   So yeah, I'm not making excuses here, because I don't have to.  It's not
a victimless crime, but like self defence?  Okay, if a guy pulls a knife on
you, you can blow his brains out, because if you don't he might cut you, or
kill you, or rape you.  Fine, okay, I get that.  Victim Blaming, I guess,
but you just feel less bad if your victim is an abuser.  Okay?  It's not
like turning it around so that the little girl seduced you, it's hardly
believable, even with her writing it, but.

   "Huh!" I wanted to.  Try it, on her, because it's not fair fucking with
people's heads.  Except her, becuse it's an unfair fight.  She has the
advantage, as the raining champion of mind games here, if I'm going to do
it, I'm going to take her on.

   Not a little black girl, that barely looks like she's out of diapers. 
And yeah, there she is on the bathmat, sticking a blush brush up her butt,
but the difference is she's not alone.  At home, in the bathroom, you can't
see her in the pictures, but that poor baby sure as hell didn't take them
from above.

   She did, so I'll give you 3 guesses who's idea it was to play with the
makeup.  Jen the shots through the Patio Door.  Hiding behind the Gas
Grille, there's no sound so you have to take her word for climaxing, and
moaning loud enough to wake up her neighbor.

   Except for who took the pictures?  Right, she didn't take them in bed,
the patio door is in the living room, but then she was invited in, and
after a long dialog where the toddler talked like a sex crazed teenager
with a Durham accent, the real molestation began.

   "Huh!" And I got off on it.  "HhHhHhH!"

   So, despite my guilt, I'm going to upload it.  It's good for business,
and since the only stories we had were hispanic children, well you know. 
And a teenage crossdresser, we started getting a lot of comments, and
requests.  Intrracial, you knowhatimsayin'?

   Yeh.  So, she went out and got some.  A guy, could be a man, or a young
one, full grown hairy dick, and balls, anyway.  Whatever, that's legal. 
Even if he ain't 18, we already got plenty of little Mexican kids playing
together with their babysitter, so you know.  They can already shut us
down, and lock us all up for Childporn, if they knew we existed, and could
trace it back to any of us.

   That's my job, Eddy.  Well, I think it's pretty obvious he didn't do
his. She's a perfectionist.  "Right?" Well, apparently that doesn't go for
grammar and speling, especially in the hot and heavy scenes where she gets
too excited.  In the childporn, so I guess it's safe to assume he's not
comfortable with that.  What with being a husband, and father and all, I
can only assume the kids are that Latina's.  At least the Mexican ones.

   No, I'm not a doctor.  I quit in my 8th year after my final, instead of
going back and earning my PsyD I changed Majors, and switched to Computer
Science, so I never even interned.

   That's not the point, Neither is She!  That's the problem, she actually
thinks all she has to do is prove that I'm not a doctor, and therefore I
have to listen to her delusions about how Men think.  Or I'm "Gaslighting"
her.  Right.  She would know about that, honestly she's an expert on
Narcissism, but not denial, because nobody is.

   So, I lied.  Again, self defense.  I told her what she wanted to hear,
read her fantasies, seduced, and distracted her for a couple years.  That
wasn't my mistake, I just got sucked in and fooled by my own Ego.  I tried
to fix her.  Well, let me tell you something, since I forgot it myself:

   You can't fix a narcissist, because there's nothing wrong.  Just ask
her, I'm the one who seems to have problems with her.  She's perfect, and
it's about time you started to appreciate it.

   So, I gave up.  I like Enrique, and if I can't fix her, at least I could
clean up some of the mess she left when she went away.

   "Huh!" Might as well put on some music.

   {Isn't it ironic?}

   You oughta know.

   {Don'tcha think?}

   ;)

   {Here's another one where I play with Consent.  Even if he says "Yes,"
if it's forced, coerced, threatened, or blackmaled, it's like "Say you're
sorry!" to a child who isn't.  Only it's rape.  By coersion, threat or
blackmail, even if he says "Yes." Forced to do anything sexual you don't
want to, including forced "Consent" is still rape.  Unfortunately, I still
have nightmares about women raping men:}

   ;

   [Welcome to the Family

   I couldn't believe what was happening.  I'd been going out with Judith a
few months, and it was starting to get serious.  She tried to warn me, how
judgemental her parents could be, and hesiated to take me home, to meet
them, get their approval, I just had no idea how difficult that could be.

   All through dinner, she looked at me.  Her mother, frowning at
everything I said, juding me, and finally I just kept quiet.  "Are you
listening?" Her voice went cold, harsh, an I couldn't bring myself to look
up.  At her glare, her judgemental eyes, so I just nodded.  "Is that a
yes?"

   "No, maam." I mumbled, "I have never had sex, with anyone."

   "Why not?"

   "I'm christian?  I saved myself, for my wife."

   "How quaint.  So, he hasn't touched you, or tried to?"

   Thank god she asked her daughter.  The way she said it, I imagined her
father.  Honestly feared him a little, but she said her "Folks." He didn't
say anything, just ate, and followed the conversation.  Quietly, "I'll
handle this," she said.

   Then the inquisition began.

   "No, mother.  We haven't had sex, we kissed.  Maybe made out, a little.
But we haven't had sex.  Not yet."

   "Why not?  You're a healthy young man, right?" I nodded, "You have
needs, what's wrong?  Is my daughter not attractive enough for you, or are
you still having trouble getting it up?  Keeping it up for her?"

   "No, maam.  We are just not married."

   "He's just nervious." June defended me.  "He barely got to second base,
and I had to put his hands on me."

   I closed my eyes, swallowed, and braced myself for the inevitable anger.


   "Well," she got up, "I hope he can do better than that." Dropped her
napkin on her plate, covered the food like a funeral shroud, and my heart
sank.  I'm sure it was good cooking, I was just so nervous, I barely tasted
it.  "Huh!" she sighed, "Come on then.  Let's see what he's got, in my
parlor."

   I looked back, at June, but she just nodded.  Seriously, but silently,
and pulled the doors closed.

   "Sit, down."

   My knees gave out.

   "Well, you're obedient, I'll give you that."

   "Yes, maam."

   "Tell me about your mother."

   "Excuse me?" I blinked.

   "No." She shook her head, seriously, and paced.  "Not yet, first you
will have to answer some questions, then I'll determine if you're excused.
If you deserve my daughter."

   "Yes, maam."

   "So, no more stalling.  Tell me about your mother."

   "Uh, I don't know what to say.  What about her?"

   "Would you say she's bossy?  Does she mete out the discipline in your
family?"

   "Oh no, she left."

   "Your parents are divorced?" I nodded, "I thought you're a good
christian," she sneered, "From a good christian family."

   "I," didn't know what to say, "I try to be.  My family, well.  My
father, was born again.  After she left, he told me that he didn't want me
making the same mistake.  He never remarried, he found solace in God, and
the church."

   "Huh!" I risked a look up, but she seemed to be thinking.  "Well, I
suppose it doesn't matter how you got to the same conclusion, bu.  He told
you, how to treat a woman?"

   "With respect?" I nodded.

   "What does that mean to you?  Respect, how do you respect my daughter?"

   "I," looked back at her, "I love her.  With all my heart." She smiled,
sweetly.

   "Look at me." I tore my eyes away, but just that smile.  It gave me a
little strength.  I was so glad she was here, to remind me what I was going
through all of this for.  Whom, she was worth it.  Anything would be woth
the chance to be with her, but first I had to face Her.  her Mother. 
"Good," looking back at her.  "He's obedient."

   "Yeah.  He's just a little nervous." Defnding me like that, she gave me
some strength.  I just wished she could sit with me, instead of standing by
the door.  Hold my hand, and lend me more of that strength.

   "That's what she needs from you.  Not some quaint antiquated notion like
Respect.  We respect property, is she your property?"

   "No maam."

   "Of course not, she's a person.  A beautiful young lady, has he pleased
you?"

   "No, mom."

   "In what way?"

   "He's just.  Huh!  If anything, he's just too slow.  I want him to,
touch me, and give me pleasure, but still he resists."

   "Obedience.  That's what my girls need, what she demands of you, not
denying her needs out of your stupid misguided notion of Respect.  That's
how your father lost her, why your mother left him, because he didn't
satisfy her."

   "Snh!" I started to cry.

   "Huh!  He is handsome." I looked up, "Humble." More like humiliated, "I
suppose I can see what you see in him."

   I looked up, but she had, unbuttoned her blouse.  Not completely, but
from the collar down.  At dinner she had it fastened tight at her neck, but
while I was weeping, she must have let her hair down, and undone the top
buttons on her blouse.

   "So was that.  What was his name, that first boy?"

   "Dale."

   "Yes, Dale.  He couln't handle it."

   "At least he fucked me."

   I was just so shocked, I could gasp, but nothing more.  My mouth tried
to work, but I was so choked up, nothing came out.

   "Hihihihihn!" I normally so loved her laugh, making her laugh, and
hearing her happiness spill out like the peals of a church bell, but now it
was spoiled, ruined by the betrayal.  I had though she was a virgin, I
would be her first, but "You didn't ask." She looked at her nails.  Turned
them over, and curled them up, studied them, insead of looking at me.  "He
was a lousy lay, anyway.  It hurt a little, but then he was done, and left
me to fend for myself."

   "Uh?" I managed a hurt grunt.

   "Lance?"

   ...

   We waited, listening quietly.

   "Are you listening?  Huh!  Judith, go get your father."

   "Yes, mother."

   She stood up, and I heard the doors.  Open, and close quietly.  The
latch return to it's place with a muffled click, then a rustle.  Of fabric,
I kept my head down, but caught her untucking her blouse, through my tear
streaked eyes.

   A board squeeked, behind me, then weight on another.  Higher, and
another as she quietly made herway upstairs.

   "The only thing you have to worry about respeciting in this family is
her wishes."

   As her fingers moved up, the center line of her blouse.  The buttons, it
was quiet.  As if there was no one else in the house, in the whole world, I
was alone, all alone with her.  "Mrs.  Gallagher?"

   "Call me Edith." She turned, and sat down.

   "Yes, maam." Crossed her legs, but her blouse was open.  I avoided,
looking at her.  Her chest, exposed within, even wondering that I had never
seen any hint of a bra underneath.  Even as her hands made it all the way
up, to the buttons she'd undone earlyier, but I looked away.

   "Sh," she took my head, "It's all right, my dear boy." Held it, and
turned my chin.  Felt her fingers through my hair, and pulling me down. 
"You have a lot of potential," she patted my head, "You just have t learn,
to please a woman, if you're going to live up to my daughter's
expectations. Go on, it's all right.  Kiss them.  Feel them, you like tits,
don't you son?"

   "Mh!" I couldn't breathe.

   "Huh!  Maybe you're not right for her." She pushed me back, "She's
right, you're too dickless.  I'm sorry, you're going to have to go home."

   "No!" I don't want to lose her.

   "Oh!" she smiled, "A little fight left in you?" I lowered my eyes, let
my head hang, and shook it.

   "Then please me.  Show me that you can please her.  My daughter, Judith.
Prove to me that you deserve her."

   "What if she sees us?" She could come back, any time with her father. 
Her husband, and I could lose her forever.

   "Come on in."

   I jumped, backed away from the couch, and her mother.  Blouse hanging
open, and the braless breasts I had just had my face in half exposed.

   The door opened.  "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Judith." I fell down, at her
feet.

   "Huh!" she smiled, down at me.

   "What for?"

   "She made me." I turned away, from her.  On the couch, I couldn't even
bring myself to look.  "Your mother;" I choked up.

   "Of course she did!" My shoulders tensed at her laugh.  "This is how we
do it, in My family.  Dale couldn't take it, he pussed out.  You're not
going to puss out, are you?" I looked up at her, speechless.

   "Lance."

   "Yes dear?"

   "Show him, what is expected of men, in our family."

   "Yes, dear."

   He got down, at her feet, and she held up one.  The one she had crossed
over, she stuck out.  From her knee to point the toe of her shoe under his
chin.

   "Come here."

   Judith had sat down.  Crossed her legs, but pointed with her toes.

   "Now."

   "Yes, Judith."

   I had no idea what I was in for.

   "I'm so sorry," I sobbed, "I didn't know."

   "It's al right," she sighed, and rolled her eyes.  "Now, make it up to
me."

   "How?" I would do anything.

   "Take off my shoe, and kiss my foot."

   "Yes, Judith."

   ;

   Judith (F/M f/m Femdom Orgy)

   "Huh!" Christian boys.  Got to love them.  All they are taught, to be
obedient to God.  Makes it easy, to teach them worship.

   They already know, just a little misguided.

   He just has to learn, that I am a jealous Goddess.  "I can be merciful."
I slipped my toes out, and wiggled them, "Forgive you, if you earn it."

   "Oh yes, I'll do anything."

   "I know you will, but I thought I told you to kiss it."

   "Yes."

   I kicked him.

   "Shut up, and kiss it, NOW."

   He choked up, nodded, and bent obediently to his duty.  His worship, he
is so cute.  "Huh!  Suck my toes."

   "Mh, swh?"

   "Suck them, yeah, get all of them." I wiggled them in my mouth.

   I ignored them, my folks.  Quiet on the couch, but I'd seen it.  She
taught me first, well, first him.  My father, the sex slave, then she told
me how to find one.  Of my very own, not a man.  Not yet, a little boy.  A
scared little boy to make Mine.  I always wanted a love like that, like
this.  Unconditional worship.

   I felt like a princess.  Before, but not like the other girls.  I'm not
like them, the other girls growing up with their heads full of fairy tales.
Of prince charming, waiting, being beautiful, and hoping some day to be
rescued.  Swept off her feet, and taken away to live hapilly ever after.

   That's not whow I was raised, to wannabe a princess.  I was raised to be
a Queen.  Some day fill the role of Goddess.  Not preistess, no princess,
divine.  Worshiped, like this.

   "That's enough.  Get started on my leg."

   "Yes, JudmphH!" I pushed my toes into his mouth.

   "Don't say it, do it.  You don't have to tell me, don't yes Judith me,
Obey me.  Now, or be punished."

   "Smq, huh!"

   "Yeah, that's better.  Lick it, staste my sweat, as you sucked it
between my toes.  It's been a long day, and I need a cat back.  Lick it,
every inch of my leg, don't miss a spot, or you will be punished.  Don't
say a word, or I will dismiss you.  Send you away, with your tail between
your legs.  Alone, forever without me.  To cry, and kill yourself, without
me."

   He was really getting into it!

   "Hihihihn!" I picked it up, set my heel on his back.  "Get the bottom.
Just turn your head, that' right." He had to twist his neck, painfully I
hoped, and plant one on my calf.  "Lick it, suck the sweat out of there."

   "Lhn, hluh?" Swirling his tongue delightfully behind my knee, I couldn't
help another giggle, but finally I was doing it!  "Hihihihn!" It doesn't
ticklish, it didn't tickle, it's just that after all these years, finally I
was getting what I always wanted.  What I always saw in my father, the
abject unconditional love I always deserved, to be treated as a goddess,
like my mother.

   "Huh!  Higher!" And it's so sexy, "Come up here," I felt my hot thigh,
"Kiss it, lick it, suck the sweat from between my legs, yes!  Oh yes! 
Huh!" His mouth felt delicious on the inside of my thigh, but I uncrossed
them.  "Now," pushing my skirt back down.  Between my legs since it rode up
in his face.  "Get the other one.  That's right, work your way back down. I
have another foot you know.  My other toes, don't want them to feel left
out, but take your time.  Get my whole leg, every inch.  Don't neglect a
single square inch, or lose me forever, you understand?"

   "Mh, sphbp!"

   My father's cock, popped out of mother's mouth, swelling even as her
cheeks snapped back out from sucking him so hard.

   "Ngh!" He squirmed, holding his hands under his back.  Layed out on the
couch for him to take him, mount him, fuck him, and hold her hands over him
mouth.  "MH MHHH!" Eyes wide, but watching her.  Staring at her eyes, even
closed.  Clenched, but looking for a sign.  Any sign of her pleasure,
satisfaction at his meagre efforts to please her.

   "Don't look at them, look at me!" I grabbed his face.  "There is no one
else but me.  Got it?" Stood up.

   "Mhm!" Good, he just nodded, obediently, silently.

   "Good, then lift my skirt." He smiled, and obeyed.  "Don't touch me,
just kiss them.  My panties, kiss them good, but don't touch me.  You don't
touch me, unless I say, stick your nose in there.  Deeper, huh!" I rubbed
it in, "Nh, huh!  Yeah!  Now bite them, my panties.  Pull them out with
your teeth, and suck them.  Suck the juce out of my panties, yeah!  Smell
that?  Taste it, taste my cunt on my panies, yeah!"

   "Hm."

   The stopped.  Fucking on the couch, and looked.  At me, watched me take
my boy, and make him Mine.  My mother, even smiled a little.

   "Hahn!" I forced his face in there, "Yrh!" Humped his nose in hard,
"Huh! Fuck, yeah!" Even with my eyes clenched itght, I could remember her
eyes, the approval in them, and her smile.  She even nodded, to tell me I
was doing it.

   I was finally doing it.

   "HhHhHhHhH!" I pushed him back, and sat down.  "Hhooh!  Ohhhhhn!" Let my
head fall back, my hair hang off, behind the chair, that that wasn't caught
behind my neck, and shoulders, but I didn't care.

   "Hmh!" I rubbed my thighs.  "HhhhhH!"

   She was right, of course.  It does make it so much better.  I tried to
imagine, masturbating, but it never felt like this.  It was just a dream, a
fantasy until now.  That's why I never got off like this.  "Huh!" I pulled
his arms.  "Come here, come to me, kiss me.  My man.  It's okay." Really
crying, "You did it.  You finally did it.  Thank god, you passed. 
Hihehaha! Oh, my darling you did so good, you pleased me so much!  You can
stay.  You can be mine."

   I had hoped, but it wasn't until that moment, I could be sure that he
was the one.]

   ;

   {A word about Fantasies: If you didn't before, now you know what her's
is.  Does it even really matter who is who?  Well, I'll let you imagine
which guy is Black, and which one Hispanic, but for the record, the
"Daughter" is middleaged, and Korean.  ;}

   ;

   Mami'

   I laughed.  That Rachael, is no so bad.  Once I get to know her.

   "Well, if you think about is," she nodded, "It's like every man's dream,
to see two women together."

   "I just have, never.  Thought of it." I was just so worry about him,
with another woman.

   "So, it's only fair if we want to watch them with another man."

   "He would never," but I have to admit.  I had never thought.  He would,
go for anthing like that.  "He is, more interested in that.  Lately." Mi
culo.  Behind me, and pressed so deep into me, mi culo so hard into his
hips.  "He was so passionate, last night."

   "In the ass?" She laughed.

   "It was so good."

   "He kiss it first?"

   "How you know?" That is how I know, he is sincere.  In his wish, I can
not believe it, until he show me.

   "Well," she looked at her nails, "I might have mentioned that it's the
best way, to get it ready."

   "You truly think he would do it, for another man?"

   "I think the right man, I know some one."

   Like my son, dressing up, and having sex, in underwear.  Sexy underwear,
it does not look sexy on him.  The feel sexy on him, he says.  I would not
believe it, if I no seen it.  In mi own library, and her.  On her knees,
taking off his shoe, and kissing up and down his legs.  His other shoes,
and sucking his toes.

   It is a whole new world of sin.  This is not how I grew up, to act.  If
mi madre ever saw me, or thought, but is to late.

   "I am in." I nodded, already feeling the flames, lick at my toes.

   "I always knew you had it in you."

   "Yes?" speaking of which, "Rachael?"

   "Now what?"

   "Would you like to make love?"

   "To you?"

   "Ever since.  That Chino girl." I felt my chest, remembered her face. 
"Even dress, as she did, you know."

   "Like a boy?' she nodded, checking the film in the camera.  "Of course,
I wrote it."

   "I have been feeling."

   "A little bi-curious?" She winked, and held her eye shut.  The camera
up, "Go ahead, and unbutton your blouse.  Slower." She wound the film,
"Good, now a little more..."

   ;

   {See what I mean about Consent?  Now that I've hinted about making it
"Gay," does it start to sink in?

   No?  Then read one again.  Any one, chosen at random, only change it
back.  From the role reversal, make it the usual fantasy of a man doing any
of this to a woman.  An uncle to his niece, father to his little girl, or
church elder to any of the boys in his congregation.

   That's my point.  People can conceive of a woman, or girl being the
abuser.  Because she's smaller, weaker, sexier?  Well, I'm here to tell you
they can, because I got over that denial decades ago.  I write dystopic
fiction as a Warning:

   Role-play can be abused.  In fact, it can be to the point that the
Victim never consciously aknowleges it as abuse.  Their abuser abusing
them, regardless of gender.  That's why I wrote the worst case scenario: A
female predator.  All the racial and age Privilege she could use as
leverage to abuse, even rape men, and get away with it.

   Because it's not my fantasy, and it doesn't go without saying.}

   ;

   Meredith {AKA: Castity, Cherish, Rachael, Denise...  NS}

   "Huh!"

   [x] Carla

   [Well, as long as I'm filling in my Fuckit list, I find myself once
again wondering where I'm going to go next.  I'm not going to top that,
never in a million years honestly believed she would ever go Bi, but now I
have the pictures to prove it.  Wish I could be there, to see the look on
his face when he edits them in.  Got to write it too, but for now.

   I need to think.  In a word: Denial.  That's the only reasonable
explanation of how I could be so willfully blind, to what I was doing.  I'm
a researcher for fuck's sake, it would have been easy enough to look up the
psychological aspects years ago, I can only think now, in retrospect that I
didn't want to.  Know, probably because that might subconsciously admitting
there was something wrong with me.

   Of course not.  I'm not a Narcissist, but.  Yeah, I guess it was that
new show Carla showed me.  Criminal Minds, it's not psychology, what the
hell do those Men know about female psychoses?  Well, that and that Wournos
lady from Florida.  A serial killer, a bonafide sexually motivated
murderer. A woman, not even all that attractive but.

   Yeah.  All right, as long as I'm being honest with myself, I'm not ugly.
Sure, I blamed those prettier girls, but even the ugly ones, the fat ones
could find someone.  All my classmates are married, or getting married by
now, it seems.  "Sour grapes," right?  Yeah, I bet those grapes are sour
now, but just reading over the profile.  The one on the FBI server,
ignoring the fact that it says a Man in his late 20s to early thirties,
it's not as if I hadn't thought about it.  Tried not to think about it, but
she even used a gun.

   Not a pistol, a revolver.  Penis envy?  Don't make me laugh, that's
coming from a man, not just any Mann, but Sigmond Freud.  Right, that's got
to be it, we want the dick.  Not like you have everything else, you selfish
bastards.  All the money, the best jobs, your choice of women to hit on,
cheaper clothes, the freedom to wear whatever you want without getting
judged, we're just jealous because we're incomplete.  We don't have cocks,
that's our problem.

   In a word?  Power.  That's what the problem is, says it right there in
the Profile.  Organised, most likely in a menial job, where he doesn't feel
his contribution is recognized.  An over-achiever, perfectionist, feels
cheated of the respect he deserves.

   Sound familiar?  Yeah, sounds like someone we know.  Or they think they
know, to be fair I hid so much from them.  I knew, the fantasies were at
least partially to cover up what I was really doing.  Research, now that I
had access to my sexuality, I kept searching over, and over for what did it
for me.  It just took a while to find what I was looking for.  The kinds of
people I needed, who're repressed, but harbored subconscious interests in
kink.

   Their fantasies, and how to use them, to get them to do what I thought I
wanted.

   "Amateur." In a word, I had no idea what I was doing, because I hadn't
the first clue of what I want.  Now I know, now I have the Power, and
knowing is half the battle.

   No, I don't want to be a man.  I like being a woman, a sociopath, and
even a Narcissist.  I like it, it feels good.  I am better, than any man.
Why?  Because they think that power comes from Strength.  Muscle, being
bigger, and stronger so they can grab you, maybe even tie you up, and force
themselves into you.  For what, sex?

   It's not about sex, it's about control.  Power, that's what gets me off.
Replaying the scenes, over and over, and trying all the parts to get it
perfect worked, but it's crude.  Trial and eror, Enrique was the only one
that really could play all the roles.  Once we got good enough at Wardrobe
to dress the part, it must be nice.  To just strip himself away, and put on
someone else, with the clothes.  If he can feel it, he can be anything, I
am a little jealous of that.

   Not his dick.  It's just a penis, he's just always been better at being
someone else, when really I don't want to.  Be anyone else, the names don't
matter, that's not me.  I'm not Meredith, that's just where I went to
school, and took the wrong courses.  Of course, I was young and naieve, had
such pathetic little dreams of maybe writing for a Fashion magazine some
day, when really I was destined for so much more.

   This, is what I should.  Have been dreaming about all this time.  Be
careful what you wish for, because if you dream too small, you can waste
years, almost a decade working toward that, instead of realizing my full
potential.

   So, that's it.  At least now I can truly get started.

   I just need a better name;

   Epiphany.]

   ;

   {A note on the FBI Server.  It's not on the AP, it was on the Unet. 
University networks, because through the late 90s, and early 00s, they were
teaching the new science of Profiling.  Not flying around on jets to
personally pit their teams against pathological criminals in person.

   Before the Internet really took off it was a collection of Military,
Medical, Press, and University systems in parallel, going all the way back
to the Teletype, and Stock ticker.  But the mid 00s, it had a .EDU address
through their main school at Quantico.  And started analyzing through their
database to publish Profiles, to law enforcement, and for Press Releases.
The fantasy is the lone profiler, or team going out and solving crimes like
Mrs.  Marple.  The reality was more like a Correspondence Course.  They
literally phone it in, to this day.}

   ;

   "Gina." (F/m Teen Anal)

   Finally, his folks went upstairs, so I could escape this fantasy.  For
them, as usual, and I have to admit it seemed to work.  So much better than
all the rehearsals, but finally:

   "My turn." I got up.  It was more about them accepting him for what he
is, a beautiful young man.  Ask me how she could get bored with him, but
her loss.  I got up in his lap.  "Kiss me." Demanded it, than shoved my
tongue in his mouth, and tried to get the thought of my face in his
mother's bosom out of my head.  "Huh!" I pulled the wig off to feel his
hair.  His real hair, strong, black, and long enough to pinch between my
fingers.  Rub my knuckles into his scalp, the back of his head, and.

   I can play both roles too.  Unlike her, I can actually get down and feel
it.  Not the foot fetishism, he washed them.  Carefully, cleaned under the
nails, and trimmed them so they were at least not gross, but.  "Huh!"
They're feet.  They're just feet, not a single sexy thing about them, other
than how much he likes the shoes.

   No pantiehose this time, and I went through with rubbing the crotch into
his scrotum with my nose.  Holding it up with his balls bunched around my
eyes so they don't catch in my teeth, pulling them out to suck on the
cotton.  To get him wet, make him feel wet, he can do it.  Even pretend to
be their daughter instead of their son, but he has to feel it.  I for one
am glad I can help, him feel that, but I have to get something out of it.

   "Nh!" I held back his head, and slowly let go of his hair.  Felt down
his neck, the muscles relax, and he bit his lip.  Took a breath in through
his nose, and sighed.  "Huh!" I opened my eyes, wide, so he could see the
dark irises, I could see the tiny circles around them, the white reflecting
in the dark pools of his.  "Hihn!"

   "Couldn't wait?" I ground his skirt into the soft wet sticky mess he
made, in his underwear.  His sexy underwear, I made him wet.  Himself, not
just my spit soaking through, but even felt them twitch, and the muscle on
my face.  My nose, over my eyes.  He got his, now I'll get mine.

   She said that the first step is to put yourself in their place.  Yeah,
right, she means pretend to be her to feed her ego, so she can write about
how I wanted to be a white girl later.  So that I said exactly what she
wanted to hear in that version, but to be fair, she's actually really good
at giving guys what they want.  I have to manage that service, read the
fanmail every day, and how somehow it's like she shone a light in on their
darkest desires.

   Takes one to know one?  I don't know, but she's right.  I can't imagine,
anyone knowing me as well as I know him, and vice-versa.  He's not Mine
until he is.  I'm not His until it's his turn, to wear the pants in the
family, I love him so much, because he knows.  He understands how I feel so
well, because he feels it too.

   "Did you bring it?" As soon as I got up, from his lap, he crossed over
to the couch.  Where his parents just fucked watching me kiss his feet.  In
a skirt, blouse and panties, still so beautiful.  Even more so with his
hair, his real hair grown out to cup around his neck like feathers. 
Turning back, bent over so I could feel his skirt.  The panty lines under
it, then the pleats slip up.  Over his buttocks, his ass is.  An ass.  I
don't care, it's like feet, or even boobs, penis, these are just body
parts, but the underwear.

   It does exactly what it's supposed to.  Clinging over the cleavege in
back, spreading so it's white, between the cheeks stretching it tight
enough to show the deep tan underneath.  From tanning, naked, every inch of
him.  Every last deep manly sweaty dark hispanic inch.  "Huh, snh!"
Slipping them down, slowly, and kissing his back.  Slipping my chin down
between, and my tongue in.  Splitting him open, and going down.  Deeper,
and deeper, not a hint of soap, or anything even dirtier.

   We made sure to get him extra clean, but I trust him.  Completely and
utterly, without reservation, and I love him.  More than enough to do this,
because he loves it, and I know how it feels.

   I love it too, but it's his turn.  I already feel goey back there, and
down under it too, unbuttoning my pants, and pulling down the zipper to
reach in.  Feel the fly of my boxers, and the hot blood flushed flesh
within.  "HuhuhuhHhH!"

   "Oh!" He moaned.

   "Smq, huh!  You ready?"

   "Yeah!"

   Just like the first time.  He's no virgin, she saw to that long before
she brought him home.  To meet her room mate, play out the dorm room
fantasy.  The panty raid, then catching him.  Going through our drawers,
our underwear, and sniffing them.  Even trying them on.

   I had to slip my shoes off.  With my toes, boxers, and jeans already
down over my hips.  To my knees, he got down.  From the couch to bend over
the cushions.  The back, to the bottom.  The seat, his sticking out more
while I kicked them off.  I sat down, pulling the straps tight.  Scooching
so the buckle didn't dig into my back so much, so he could suck it.

   "Yeah," I rubbed his hair.  "Suck it.  Get it good and wet." Swirled my
fingertip around the cowlick in the back.  Played with it, this
pseudo-philatio is more for him than me.  I can't really feel it, through
the plastic, but there's no such thing as too much lube.  Brought that too,
from the Safe Sex packs we passed out at the bars.  If we need them,
probably not.

   "Shlp phug ghl!" He held it down, I just took my hand off.  Held it out,
and patted his head when it jerked off.  "Cock!" He spat, "Spbt!" And
rubbed it on.  "That wet enough?"

   "Let me up." One way to find out, but I held him open.  "Hahl!" with my
thumbs.  "Spwl, pbt!" Let it drop, and caught it, to rub it on his pink
sphincter.  "You ready?"

   "Hn, yeah.  Fuck me.  Fuck me like a man."

   "Hold it." He pulled his cheeks apart, so I could hold it.  Aim, and
guide it.  Gently press the blunted point, so the suction base could
flatten over my smooth shaved clit ridge.

   In case you're wondering.  Why they have suction cups?  Yeah, you can
stick them to things, if you want to.  Don't have a lover like this, or
want to imagine him laying down.  So you can mount him, and slowly sink
down.  "NGH!" Deep in his ass.

   "Hhh!" It doesn't just suck, it cups.  My clit ridge, the little bulge
that doesn't go away, no matter how much fat you lose, because it's not
fat. It's your clitoris, the rest of it.  Goes all the way up the pubic
bone, the part that sticks out is just the tip of the iceberg.

   "Ngh!"

   "Hahhhhh!" He relaxes, and I cup his ass with my hips.  Bend over to
curl around him, hold his shoulders, then gip the back of his arms to pull
him back.  Closer, deep inside him, slowly pushing more, and more in until
I run out.

   "HhhhhH uh uh huh!" He holds it, out, and takes another slow shuddering
gasp as I start back.  Pulling out for another thrust, to press the cup
back into me, a little faster, just as deep, but a little harder each time
until I can really fuck him.

   I can get off on this, but that's the only way.  I have to fuck him,
harder, and faster until the cup pulls, and sucks, and slaps, and presses
into me faster, and harder, and, "Huh!"

   I colapse, hold him, my chest pressed over his hard flat back, and the
bra strap.  Try to gasp in another breath and.  "Hhhhhuh!" Let it back out.
Kiss his shoulder, his neck, then his jaw when he turns to face me.

   'i love you.' Whisper.  'so much.' In his ear.

   "Ngh!" He nods, he doesn't have to say it.  Can't, but I know.  I
understand, he told me, but more importantly.

   He showed me.

   "Huh!" I guess the final explains one thing, why Eddie wasn't given any
of the childporn to edit.

   Kind of fucked up way to find out, though.

   ;

   {Fiona Apple - Sleep to Dream (Tidal) Yeah, at this point it's all
starting to run together, intentionally.  It's like Inception, to hack her
fantasies, Ji-Na had to dive right in, swim around, and get used to where
everything is.

   Just another system, only instead of machine language, she had to pop
down to the level of the Subconscious.  In an attempt to read what causes
her to do things like molest children for profit, since she's not a
Pedophile.  It's not for the money, either, that's just a quantifiable
number to keep score.

   So, that's why it's hard to distinguish who's who at this point, and in
the cabby fantasy.  The answer is both, both of them are both of them,
playing each other.  Again, a Narcissist can't see herself, which is why
she needs mirrors to reflect her sexuality.}

   ;

   "Petra" (f/F CP)

   Don't ask me why, but I've always had a predilection for girls.  Little
ones, especially cute little toddlers.  Since I was a teenager, I tried
girls my age, and women as I grew up, but really, it's just not the same
for me.  I can have sex with them, I do, but that feels gay to me.  I don't
like men, I especially don't like the idea of having sex with one.  If we
could just get babies without them, and make sure they're all girls, that
would be great.  Or pregnancy, that looks like fun!  I saw my mother go
through that, no thanks.  I got a baby sister out of that, and she was my
first.  I potty trained her, momma showed me how, but then it got sexual.

   That's when I found my sexuality.  Just counting back the years, I had
to be about 13.

   "Hm." Like her.  I put my leg up, crossed them, and watch her roll the
stroller around.  The park, all those mommies, and their preschool
daughters.  Sons too, I suppose.  Oh well, can't live with them, no
daddies, though.  The little playground, the big kids are over there by the
fort.  They have their toys.

   She sat down.

   "Which one's yours?"

   "Uh, Sally." I pointed.  One of those questions, just to pass the time.
She noticed me before, took her weeks to think up that.

   "You just like to watch?"

   I blinked.  "Excuse me?"

   "It's okay, me too."

   "What?"

   She turned, whispered in my ear.  'I like to watch.' My heart skipped a
beat.  'and I know what you are.'

   "Is that so?"

   She sat back, talked normally, but looked around.  I did too, a little
late, but a young girl, whispering to an adult woman, isn't that odd, is
it? Compared to a single woman, coming to the baby playground, by myself,
to watch them play.

   "I better go."

   "Before you cum?" I just nodded, ran off.

   "Uh!" I made it to my car.  "Huh, uh!"

   Someone could see me, curled up in the back seat, desperately playing
with myself.  Again, usually kids, I have to do something.  Just the look
of shock, when the see me.  Gasp!

   "Nuhn!  Huhn!" That's better.  A quicky.  I don't want to get caught,
but if I don't do anything.  "Mh?"

   She knocked on the window.

   "You done?" I blinked.  She opened the door, I didn't even think to lock
it.  "You like kiddy porn?"

   "What?"

   "Scoot over." She just left the stroller by the open door.  "You know,"
unzipped her purse, "Pictures, of children?  You like baby girls, right?"

   "Wh?" She pulled out photos.  Not polariods, Kodak.  I pulled my hand
out of my underwear.  A little early, so I pulled them out again.

   Pussies, perfect puffy pubeless pussies.  "Oh!"

   "I'll keep an eye out." She winked, and looked around.  "See any you
like, they're 50 bucks apiece."

   "They're all closeups.  You have any faces, or sexual.  Action?"

   "I can get you whatever you want, these are just the twat shots.  Now, I
don't have to tell you this is highly illegal, and secret.  If you want any
custom shoots, or requests, those are extra.  Not butt shots.  I just
didn't bring any but I have a lot of crawling around, without a diaper. 
Bending over, and getting up.  Walking around, bottomless."

   "Yeah, hahuh!"

   "Also nursing, pottying, that's all regular stuff.  If you want me to
have sex with them."

   "Ngh!" Just nodding.

   "That's extra."

   "Mhm!"

   "Touching them.  Licking their pussies, or them sucking me off."

   "NGAHHH!"

   "Try to keep it down."

   "Mhhhhhn?" Hold my breath.

   "If you want to play with one yourself.  Well, that costs a lot."

   "HhHhH!" I relaxed.  Barely heard the door close, but she left me 1.  1
photo, with a number on the back.  Like a business card:

   [This one is a Free Sample.

   Page me, any time after

   10:00 Pm.  Petra.]

   It took her a while to call back.  That 1 picture, and the way we met
kept me going for weeks, but I knew I needed more.  It's just the pussy, a
fat little pussy, it could even be a shaved fat girl, but I can't see any
more of her.

   I want more.  Of course, she knew that.

   "Yes?"

   "May I speak with Petra?"

   "Who's this?"

   "Lindsay, we met in the park."

   "Yeah right, could you be a little more specific?"

   "We didn't exchange names, but you left your number.  Um, in my back
seat?"

   "Blue hatchback?"

   "Yes."

   "Texas License plate, let me see, um.  KRZ-ninety three seventy three?"

   "Yes."

   "Is this your home number?"

   "Yes, it is."

   "Use a payphone next time.  Playground in an hour?"

   "All right." I'm excited, not just for more pictures, but to see her
again.  You don't know what it's like, having these desires, and being
unable to even talk about them.  To anyone, not knowing if they'd
understand, but knowing they'd think me insane.  It's a long drive, across
town.  There's a playground in my apartment complex, and a swimming pool,
but I wouldn't.  Not there, better to use the payphones by the office. 
Someone could walk bye, hear us talking, but.  At least then, it could be
anyone in those apartments.

   There's prostitutes, they live there, and drug dealers.  I'm a single
woman, I don't make much money, but I saved up.  $50.00 a picture is a lot,
I don't know if for childporn, I never bought any before.  I can afford it,
but, not as many as I would like.  I stopped by the bank, withdrew $250.00.
5 should do, for a month, right?

   "HhH!" I can't wait, to look at them with her.  She met me at the
parking lot, right by the little playground, I didn't even have to park.

   "You bring them?"

   "Of course, how much money you brought?"

   "Enough for 5."

   "Six, I can throw in an extra, for bulk discount."

   "You have that many?" She had a backpack, in her lap.  Unzipped it.

   "I have hundreds." She pulled out a family album, there was another one
in there.  "Let me see, you said baby girls." She had boys.  Flipped past
them.

   "Toddlers." I just looked, and drooled.

   "Oh right.  Butts?"

   "Mhm?" I stopped her, "Huh!" A whole page, and another.  Babies,
together.

   "Those cost double." Playing, naked, and getting so sexy together.

   "I'll take one." I pointed, "That one."

   "It's a lot more work, to set up.  Why it costs double."

   "Mhm?"

   "Two victims, doubles my risk."

   69, butt from behind.  Her butt, fat thighs spread over her head.  I
stroked my finger down the glossy plastic, right over her leg, and lingered
to tickle her foot.

   "Here we are, potty training?"

   "Oh yes!"

   "Pee or poop?"

   "Before and after?" I pointed, out 2 right next to eachother.

   "Yeah," she pulled them out.  "Same time.  I mean, before and after,
like you said, but same potty session."

   "Hhuhuh!"

   "You might want to pull over." She pointed.

   "Yeah," only 15mph, but still.

   "I'll keep an eye out.  If you want to pick a couple more out." I
flipped through.

   "What's in the other one?" I want to get my money's worth.

   "Double price.  You can pick 1." She pulled it out, still looking
around. Started at the back.  "I can show you one, with me, and a little
girl.  Think she was 3 at a time."

   "Touching her?"

   She nodded.  "There's a payphone, over by the baseball field.  How'd you
get into this?"

   "Hm?"

   I looked up, from the series.  She didn't just touch her, I was having
trouble picking one out.

   "Why?"

   "Call it a study.  It helps to know what makes you tick," she touched my
head, "Up here.  So, I can get you exactly what you want."

   "You're a babysitter." I guessed, fantasized about it.

   "Is that how you got into toddlers?"

   "No, I just watched."

   "Your mom?"

   "How'd you guess?"

   "I'm a child pornographer.  After a while, you learn to tell when you've
heard this story before."

   "It's that common?"

   "I don't know, but I've heard it before." She nodded, "See one you
like?" She flipped back, "I brought a mother, and baby one."

   "Oh!" I picked one right away.  She zipped them back in her bookbag.  I
grabbed my pocketbook.  "You want me to drop you off back at the park?"

   She reached up, turned off the light.  It got dark, dark corner of the
neighborhood.

   "You want to get off real quick?" She felt my leg.

   "Here?"

   "Best spot around." She felt the zipper on my hip.  "You want to talk?
Or get rid of me, touch yourself looking at those nasty pictures?"

   "No."

   She felt around the front.

   "Good." She pulled up my shirt.  Felt behind me.  "Lean over." Felt the
hooks on my bra, and unhooked them.

   "Uh!"

   "You need the pictures?"

   "I don't think so." I just saw them.

   "Remember the pictures." She felt my breast, sqeezed it, and kissed
around.  To find my nipple, when she did, it brushed her lip, and she
licked it.  "Huh!" Got it wet before she sucked it in.

   Her fingers just rubbed me.  Through my underpants, but faster, and they
brushed the fabric over my fresh shaved cunt with her palm.

   "Slphuh!  Spwk, pB!"

   "Oh!" She nodded, pulling my nipple down and up, but it slipped out.

   "Slah!  Swoq!"

   "Nh!" Think about the pictures.  "Hah!" Her fingers, inching so fast,
the cotton brushed me like a vibrator, while her middle finger slipped it
in, between to get damp, but dryly brush the folds, and the skin where they
came together in the top.

   "Hahuh!"

   "Hm!" She just felt up my tummy, my chest between my heaving breasts,
and around the one she just suckled.  The wet spot, she dried it on my
shirt, touching up sparkles of pleasure that burst out all over my body. 
"Hihn!" She sighed.  Sniffed.

   "Huh!  Huh, huh!" She felt behind me.

   "Turn around." I held the cups while she hooked it.  Put it over the
strap marks already there, felt out in the dark with her fingertips.

   I was still shivering, and gasping for air.

   "Hhhh!  I don't like children."

   "No?"

   "No, but I love pedophiles!" She laughed and got out.  Took her bag, and
her money.  I zipped up my pants first, then tucked my billfold in there.

   With the pictures.

   My favorite was the mother.  Just holding her little girl, far too old,
looked at least 4, maybe 5, she must have weaned.

   Twisted over in her lap, to hold the breast, her chubby little fingers
spread to sink in.

   With her legs held open, mommy's fingers gripping the chubby little
thigh.  Pudge of baby belly, and puff of cunt below that.  Spread a little
too, I looked real close, but I thought a little wrinkle of raisin in
there, or a deeper shadow at the bottom that could be her little fuckhole.

   Nasty mother.  Even better than the after photo.  After her dry cunt, to
show it.  All of it, then it parted, just a little for the ripple to
trickle out, tinkle into the water.

   But not as good as the first one.  The wet little cunt, buttocks up to
make the Heart shape, but her fat wet lips.  A little gap, and wrinkle in
there the way she's holding her thighs, but still squeezed out in the
middle.

   With spit, piss?  She didn't get wet the sexual way.  I tried that,
there's 1 way to get it wet the sexual way.  Kiss it, make it wet...

   It sure makes me wet.

   ;

   Petra

   Picked up on like the 3rd ring.  "Yes?"

   "Can I come over?"

   "Who's this?"

   Whisper, 'petra.'

   "Oh!  Yes, of course!" Fumbling around.  I think she's ready for the
next step.

   "Hey!" Awkward, "Uh." She's pretty, mature, nice tits, shaved cunt the
last time I felt her up, but we both had time to think about it.

   "Can I come in?"

   "Yeas of course." Finally closed the door.

   "I brought a movie."

   "Yeah?"

   "You want to watch it?"

   "Yes, of course." VCR, blinking, not midnight yet.  Hit eject but it was
empty, she turned it on.  "Bathtime."

   "You want to have sex?"

   "Do you?"

   "You didn't get off, last time."

   "Yeah, I did, but you want to talk?"

   "No."

   "Well, then watch the movie." Didn't actually watch this one yet, just
made it today, then got ditched by a buyer.  "I want to watch you." First.
She looked back, but I stood by the TV, so she could look back and forth.
"Hihn!" Look back, up side down, and squish, but I remember.

   I'd do it with any woman, that's into kids.  Any kids, but I like her.
Especially, she's kind of plain, and acts even plainer, to hide what she
is.

   Creepy, I love her creepy looks.  Nice meaty twat.  Hot skin sticking
out all over.  Like a pink clam, wet from dipping it out with her
fingertips.

   "Up!" On the Tv, "Let me get your bottom."

   "Oh!"

   I didn't make it just for her, but good reaction.  Her face, her eyes,
brows turned down, but it's such a happy face.

   "Ngh!" Nice eyebrows, not really an eyebrows girl, but I like her's.  So
expressive.

   "Oh!" And her moans.  Such a good moaner.

   "There, all clean." The water splashing, and sloshing, picking her up.
Then reaching back for a towel, wrapping her up.  Didn't really get a good
shot, of me or her, but I got the points across.

   "Now I'm all wet!" Taking off my top.

   "Hh, you like it?"

   Lick my lips.

   "Is that it?"

   "It's a start," I pulled out my shirt.  "Look, I did after, too." Joined
her on the couch, topless.

   "Hh?"

   "Relax!" It's so cute when they tense up!  "Hihn!  You can touch me.  Go
ahead, and touch me.  Like that." I spread my legs, so the skirt rode up.
Felt her shirt up.  "You getting close?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Hh!" I have to lead her by the hand.  I shaved, I can't make it look
like a toddler.  "Hhuh!  Yeah!" Act it up a bit, but now she's excited. 
"Here," point her finger, "Like this!"

   Looking over at the screen, oh right.  On the bed, so I lay back, pulled
my skirt all the way up, and felt my nipples.  "Hm!" I squirmed, "Please?"

   ;

   Charlotte {FG CP Molest}

   I saw what she did on the video, but I know how to molest a child.  It's
great to watch.  Okay, go for the clit.

   "Nm," she nodded, "Hm!" Shaved, all over, didn't feel any stubble, but
too skinny.

   "Huh!" I like her nipples.  I love her mouth on my nipples, but, big
cute pink puffy nipples, and she looks flatter on her back.

   "Oh, yes!" Her hands in my hair.

   "Smooch!  Can I have a picture?"

   "Of me?" She shook her head.

   "Not your face, this." I felt around.  They're soft, I thought they
would be bony, and if I press hard enough, I can feel her ribs, but I don't
have to.

   "Mh!" She had her hands between her legs.

   "Oh," I pushed them out of the way.  She grabbed mine.

   "Come down here.  Nh!  Smock!"

   "Huh!"

   "Mh, Harder." I pushed in harder.  I felt bone.  "Nh, and faster." She
turned "Mh, lalh!"

   Okay, her hands and face on my chest.  "Ohhh!" I tried to watch the
movie.  Even keep my head up, my eyes open.  "Hoh!" All over my chest,
moving everywhere, doing everything, licking, petting squeezing, swinging,
rubbing them over her face, and breathing on them.

   "Don't stop!"

   "Sorry,"

   "Faster!"

   "Huh!" Okay, I concentrated on that.

   "Nh!  Fuck me!"

   "Wh!"

   "Finger fuck me, stick something inHeah!  Fv!  Faster!" I fucked my
finger in as fast as I could.  "Afuck, faster!" It hurt my wrist, but she
finally grabbed it, and shook it in both hands.  "Oh, OauH!" Humping my
fist, mostly, just shook my finger in there, so I just wiggled it.  "Nh,
neah, auohhhhhhh!" She just relaxed, beating inside like a heart. 
"Hhuhhhh. Huhhhh, huhh!" She shivered, held my arms.  "No," she grinned,
"Don't get up." She twisted out, and I had to move my leg, but got up, and
patted my bottom.  "Scoot up." So, I got on the table.

   Felt my bottom all over, and split me open with her face.  Her mouth,
her tongue lapping down.

   "Oh!" I just let my head down, my hair on the table, and let her go to
work.

   The movie ended long ago.  "Oh!" She really knows what she's doing!  Oh
yes, "Uhn?" She didn't smack them.  Really.

   "Mhmhmhmhmn!" Is she fucking me with her tongue?"

   "Uhn?" All the way in, I can feel the spasms.  "Huh!  Yeah!  Nnh!" She
is!  Spanking me, not too hard, but, "Auh!" I didn't think I'd like it. 
"Yeaharder, UHN!" I never did before.  It makes me spasm, and slap back
into her face.  "Nauh!" She just holds me.  Tight to dig in, and work my
clit with her darting little tongue.  "Nh, hn hhh," gasp, "Hhihn?  Neah,
yeahs, yesss nH!  Yes!"

   "Huh!  Huh!  Huh!" Just her hot breath on my twitching cunt, then her
fingers.  Roughly scrubbing back and forth.

   "NhnheaHuh!" Again, only harder!  "Neauh!" A hard slap, that time, then
more finger scrubbing.  "Nhn, no, uh!  Stahp!" I just fell over, curled up
sideways and hugged my legs.  "HhihH!" Shivered.  She pulled her skirt
down, and started tucking her shirt in.  I heard her, pop the tape out.

   "Thanks," I tried to get up.  "That was great." Left me $200.00 on the
VCR.  I crawled to the couch first.  Almost got off again, when I saw the
money.  No note, just $200.00.

   ;

   Petra

   I cut through the complex, didn't even make it to my car.  Well, clear
across it, and away from the office, so I grabbed my backpack, dropped off
the tape, and went back.  Almost made it through the second cigarette, so I
finished it, then knocked.  Went right in.

   "You got some."

   "Yeah, I was in the neighborhood."

   "Snh?"

   "Snh?" Still smells like sex to me.

   "You smoke?"

   "Yeah."

   "At your age?"

   "If it bothers you." I sat down, "I can air out before I cum over."

   "Am I your whore?"

   "Depends, I can pay you in pictures, but."

   "Well, you have video."

   "Not on me, video is thousands.  Do you have thousands of dollars to pay
for video?"

   "Is this all I'm worth to you?"

   "You got off too.  Between us.  I called you, I needed it, you payed
off, but you got sex too, and you're really not that good at it yet."

   "Well, I can save up, but.  Huh!  I don't want pictures, any more."

   "Pictures, and sex."

   "All right, you're right that's great, but."

   "The deal is video for video.  If you star in it, and it makes enough
money, I can move you up to video.  Can you even hide it here?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Where?" Look around.  "You like the whore fantasy?"

   "What?"

   "You want to be my whore?"

   "Well, I could use the money."

   "No, do you want it.  Whore?"

   "Huh." She closed her eyes.

   "Good, here's another fifty.  I can set up a video, but it might take a
couple days.  Here." I dug out my old pager.  "I could use a whore like
you. I bet the guys are gonna just love you." Yes, she is in fact into it.
"You know the number," I need to get another one anyway, "I'll call you."

   ;

   {Call it an attempt.  Mistakenly for a Pedophile, then changing tack,
then tacking again as the wind shifts, and she has to find another line to
track down what she's searching for.  Now, I'm not going to try to tell you
how to hack someone's fantasies, even if I knew how, this is Psychological
Fiction.  I never tried it, much less met and know anyone to have this
particular set of pathological factors.  However, she's completely unaware
of her own subconscious, in denial.  So, even if she was aware of the
counter-manipulation, and wanted to help her, she'd be just as lost in
there.  In her own mind, but the place she dare not look.  So, it would be
the blind leading the blind anyway.  That's why it takes so long, and so
many stories to dig through.

   Because it's a mind, and this one's like an onion.  Layer apon layers of
Denial, and the more you break through, the more tears it causes.  So,
anyway this is about the point where they discover it has nothing to do
with age, and move onto money.  It's not about that either, but one of many
uses for Role Play is Therapy.  It's just slow, confusing, and time
consuming...}