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-SANDY-
Part I
By Ann Douglas
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"Hold the door!" Sandy yelled as she
sprinted the last twenty feet to the rapidly closing door of the Ferry's
waiting area..
With only a half foot to spare, the blonde made it through, much to the
disappointment of the deck hand who got his kicks closing the door in
people's faces. Had she missed it, it would be a long hour's wait until
the next Ferry at 1:30 AM. No sooner had she cleared the boarding ramp
when it began to rise, freeing the Staten Island Ferryboat Alice Austin
to begin her journey across New York Harbor.
Taking the late night boat was only one of the problems Sandy Carradine
had encountered since going on her firms four to twelve shift about five
weeks before. Over a month and she still couldn't get into sleeping during
the day. In fact, the
fact that the school bus for the local Junior High School was located
right in front of her small apartment house guaranteed
that she would wake up to the sound of two dozen teenagers beneath her
bedroom window every morning at 7:00.
Dropping her large carrybag onto one of the hard plastic seats, Sandy
dropped exhausted into another. It had been another hot and humid August
day and the night had brought little relief. The small Ferry was pretty
empty this time of night, relatively speaking. At least it was a far cry
was the two thousand or so who took the early morning Ferry ride she had
been used to.
"Damn Betty Palmer for getting pregnant!" Sandy said under her breath.
"It's her fault that I'm on this stupid shift again."
Six weeks ago, Sandy had been summoned to her supervisor's office and
told that since Betty was taking early maternity leave, she would have to
replace her as the night shift supervisor. The twenty five year old had
protested that she had only come off the night shift six months before.
Therefore it wasn't fair that she be sent back. That if anything,
Steve Liebowitz, the new intern who would eventually replace Betty on
nights when her four month tour was over, should just take over a little
early.
The reply that she had gotten was that with Betty's sudden departure,
they felt it would be better to have an experienced hand at the helm so
to speak. Liebowitz just wasn't ready for all that responsibility.
Fighting back her anger, Sandy had to resist the sudden urge she had to
tell them what she
would like to do with her experienced hand.
So for the last month, Sandy had rearranged her life to fit the new work
schedule. With a few bumps along the way, she had finally settled into a
more or less even routine. The only really great problem now was her
boyfriend, Peter Ryan.
Sandy had been dating Peter for about three months. They had met through
Jim Anderson, a mutual friend, at a birthday
party for his wife. Sandy was instantly taken by his rugged good looks and
electric personality. Six years older, Peter had looked into her deep
blue eyes and asked her out less than five minutes after they'd been
introduced. When they had gone out to dinner a few nights later, it took
all the former Catholic High School girl's self control, not to jump into
bed with him at the very first opportunity. Instead she congratulated
herself on her self-control and jumped into the sack on their second
date.
That was where their newfound relationship hit it's first speedbump.
Peter Ryan may have been, tall, handsome, athletic, and incredibly
charming, but astonishingly as it seemed, the man was absolutely boring
in bed. Never in her life had Sandy spent the night with a lover so
unimaginative. Oh, he wasn't a virgin, and he did manage to get the job
done. Yet she sometimes wondered of his previous lovers had been some
kind of cross between Mary Poppins and Snow White. Whenever she had
suggested they try something a little interesting to spice up the night a
little, he quickly backed off the idea. One night he had freaked when she
had slid her cum-lubricated
finger into his ass during a round of some pretty serious screwing. He
nearly jumped out of bed and yelled at her for even trying such a thing.
That was something that only "faggot's" did he had insisted. Try as she
could, she'd been unable to regain his interest or erection that night.
Now it had been almost three weeks since they had slept together and
Sandy couldn't wait until Saturday night. That was the only day of the
week they could still see each other, and Peter had canceled out the last
two weekends due to sudden emergencies. He made no secret of the fact
that he was totally unhappy with the new arrangements, and Sandy wondered
if he had canceled their last two dates just out of spite. She remembered
the anger in his voice when he had told her when she talked to him last.
"It's not my fault that we only have one night a week that we can go
out. If you want to spend more time together than you'll just have to find
a way to make the time."
Sandy had been incredibly angry as she slammed down the phone. What did
he expect her to do --- quit her job?
Pushing the angry memory to the back of her mind, Sandy began to look
about the small cabin and take note of her fellow passengers. It was a
little game she sometimes played, a way to kill time on the twenty minute
ride when she didn't feel like reading. She would pick out a person at
random, and try to make up a story about their sex life. It was a silly
game really, but it was fun sometimes. Of course, during the daytime she
had a lot more interesting people to choose from.
Her selection finally narrowed down to an cleaning lady who looked like
those old Russian woman you always saw in the movies and a tall Hispanic
woman in a crisp white nurse's uniform. Feeling a little naughty in her
imagination tonight, it had after all been so long since she'd be laid -
she
picked the nurse.
The woman looked to be about twenty-two or three , with olive skin. Her
hair was a soft reddish brown, highlighted with gold. The buttons of her
starched uniform were opened exceeding low, revealing a more than ample
bosom. Sandy
wondered if she normally wore it that way or had just opened it due to the
dreadful heat. Following her gaze downward, Sandy noted the long slender
legs the seemed to go on and on. It was hard to judge her height from a
sitting position, but Sandy guessed it to be about five foot nine.
She must work at a hospital, Sandy thought, or be a private nurse who
covers a late shift for someone. A wicked smile came to the office
manager's face as she imagined the nurse giving some dirty old man some
tender loving care. She tried to imagine the body under the starched
whites, wondering how she made love to a man. Was it any different?
There had been three Puerto Rican girls in her high school class but
Sandy hadn't been friends with any of them. There were a number of
Hispanic men and women who worked for the firm, four on her night shift
alone. But Sandy had always had to deal with them in a supervisor/employee
role and such a relationship didn't easily lend to friendship.
Eventually, the boat docked at Saint George and Sandy followed the small
crowd through the terminal to catch the next train southward. She'd
passed the Nurse on the way out but didn't give her a second glance. After
all, the game was over and she had to be sure and not miss her ride. Like
the
Ferry, the SIRT only ran once an hour after midnight. If she had noticed
the woman in white, she'd have seen the small smile on her red lips.
Sandy's little game hadn't gone unnoticed.
Ann Douglas
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-SANDY-
Part II
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
The next day was Tuesday, and it was a day pretty much like any other.
Sandy had tried to call Peter several times but was always catching him in
conference or out. She knew he was avoiding her, forcing her to decide
between him or her job. Well she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She'd
teach him to take her for granted. Wait until they went out on Saturday
night. Even if she had to tie him down to do it, Sandy was determined to
give him the fuck of his life. After that, lets see him ignore her. After
all, she remembered, at first he really wasn't keen on the idea of her
going down on him. Yet after only a single demonstration, he quickly
became a convert to the idea.
The night passed rather quickly and midnight soon came. Taking up an
offer for a lift to the South Ferry Terminal, Sandy had no trouble making
the twelve-thirty boat. As was her custom, she took her usual seat in
the rear right section of the boat. It was funny, she thought how people
always seem to go to the same seats night after night, even when there
was so many empty seats.
In fact, since most of the people around her were the same night after
night, she usually looked for the outsider to be the player in her game.
Bypassing the familiar faces, Sandy's sights stopped for a moment on a
tall olive skinned woman in a security guard's uniform.
"Now there's a lousy job to have," Sandy said to herself. "Long hours,
minimum wage."
Discounting her as a player, Sandy's
imaginary scope moved on. After all, why pick the same type of person two
nights in a row. Finding no one that struck her immediate interest, the
blonde was surveying the choices a second time when she took a longer
look at the security guard.
"She's the nurse!" Sandy exclaimed to herself. "The hair is black now
and in a braid, but that's the same woman. I'm sure of it. How could she
be a nurse one day and a security guard the next?"
Determined to get a closer look to be sure, Sandy waited until the Ferry
began to get close to port and people began to line up at the front of the
boat. That was another thing she had never understood. Why with only
about a hundred people
onboard, a line would still form at the gangway before they even docked.
Whatever the reason, it gave her an excuse to take a closer look at this
mystery woman.
Pausing at the row just in front of the woman, Sandy leaned on an empty
row of plastic seats as if to steady her balance.
Taking a long, hard look, she confirmed it was indeed the same woman who
had worn the nurse's whites the night before. Right down to the bright red
lipstick and the open buttons on her blouse. After a few seconds, the
woman looked up from her newspaper and smiled at Sandy. Embarrassed at
being caught staring, the blonde haired woman quickly and wordlessly moved
to the front of the boat.
The next day, Sandy couldn't get the strange woman out of her thoughts.
This was a much more exciting game than she was used to playing. Would
she be back on the Ferry tonight, if so, how would she be dressed...and
why? The hours seemed to go so slow and as midnight approached they
seemed to go even slower. Finally, the night was over and she rushed out
the door. When her ride to the terminal got stuck behind a bus, Sandy
watched the minutes click off on the dashboard clock and as twelve twenty
approached, she was sure she'd missed her
boat.
Rushing up the escalator, Sandy reached the top just in time to see the
sliding access door close to only a one foot opening. She had missed it.
Suddenly the door stopped and began to side back open.
Pushing it was a different younger deckhand.
"Hurry up." He yelled. "You can still make it."
As she dashed inside, Sandy paused just long enough to smile at the
deckhand and say thank you. Between the humidity and the rapid beating of
her heart, she was covered with sweat and out of breath by the time she
took her seat.
It took no effort to locate her mystery woman, she had moved to a new
seat only a few rows in front of Sandy as if she wanted to be seen. It
seemed as if she was now an equal player in the game, but what was the
game and what were the rules?
As on the previous two nights, the woman now projected a totally new
image. She wore a bright blue business suit with a matching skirt. Her
buttons were firmly closed this time, her top button covered by a small
cloth tie. Her hair was still black but now long and tied tightly into a
bun. If she had to pick an occupation for the woman, Sandy's first choice
would be a librarian.
This time, Sandy didn't approach the woman. In fact, she waited until the
boat docked and the "librarian" exited first. All during the ride home on
the train, Sandy couldn't contain her excitement. This was exciting - who
would she be tomorrow?
Thursday passed in a blur. All Sandy could think about was the Ferry trip
home. Peter had called and left messages for her on her voice mail but
she was in no rush to return his calls. Let him wait a while and see how
he likes it. Finally as eleven-thirty struck, Sandy did something she had
never done before - she left work early. She just couldn't take the
chance she would miss the twelve thirty Ferry. It had been a slow night
and after making sure that everything that had to be done was done, she
left the office in the hands of her assistant.
Reaching the terminal about midnight, Sandy carefully scanned the crowd
gathered in the large waiting area. There was no sign of her. The
sliding access door soon opened and the small crowd surged inside.
Checking her watch, Sandy took a
position right at the door and waited until the last possible moment to
board. So absorbed was she in looking for her quarry that she didn't even
notice that the door had begun to close.
"Hey lady, are you coming or what?" Called out the deckhand, rousing
Sandy from her trance.
Without a word, she ran up the corridor and onto the Ferry. Taking her
usual seat, she stared out the window into the night sky. Watching the
tiny lights spread across the harbor, Sandy felt a little let down. The
game had been fun and a lot more interesting than it usually was. She was
sorry to see it end.
"Maybe I just missed her?" She said to herself. "Maybe she was dressed
in such a way that I didn't recognize?"
That thought in mind, Sandy rose to her feet and began to walk the length
of the small Ferry. After her second circuit and an inspection of every
passenger aboard, for all Sandy knew she could be dressed like a man
tonight, she finally had to admit defeat. The boat docked soon after and
a slightly
dejected woman walked to the waiting train.
The next day, Friday, seemed to be the worst day of the summer. The
mercury never dropped below 98 the entire day and the setting of the sun
beneath the horizon brought no real relief. Nothing had gone right that
day for Sandy. A short blackout in her area had put an end to the air
conditioner,
driving her totally up the wall. Inside her small apartment the
temperature soared over a hundred.
Her attempts to contact Peter had hit a stone wall. As far as she knew,
they were still on for tomorrow, but he was being a real prick about
returning her calls. She would show him she thought, wait until I get him
into bed. Maybe I'll
bring him right to the brink and then suddenly get a headache. That'll
show him not to play these games. That she was equally guilty never
occurred to her.
Ann Douglas
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-SANDY-
Part III
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
During the dinner break that night, Sandy mentioned the strange woman on
the Ferry to a few of her friends. She left out the part about her little
fantasy game of course, just mentioning how she had seen this woman
dressed up a different way each evening. Each of the people at her table
had a
different idea of why the woman was dressing up like that. Sandy listened
with interest at each suggestion.
"A lot of people have both a day and night job, maybe she just has a lot
of different part time jobs." Suggested Kathy Davis.
"I thought about that," Sandy replied as she nibbled at her salad. "I
could match up her being a nurse and then some other kind of professional
the night she wore the suit, but somehow being a by the hour security
guard didn't really fit in."
"I'll bet she's an actress." Mary Jane Sullivan suggested. "You know
they sometimes really try to get into a character when they're trying out
for a role. Maybe she's just attending a lot of auditions."
"That's a good idea, I hadn't really
considered that one." Sandy said. "But wouldn't most auditions be held
during the day?"
Mary Jane thought about it for a second then nodded in agreement. She
hadn't thought of that.
"There's another possibility that you ladies have overlooked." Said
Timmy O'Brien, the only man in their little quartet. "She could be a
hooker."
"A hooker?" Sandy repeated in surprise.
"Yeh, think about it." Timmy continued. "A lot of guys are into that
role-playing scene. Maybe she gets a turn-on wearing her outfit of the
night home."
"Speaking from experience are we?" Kathy quipped with a sly smile.
"Or maybe she just doesn't have time to change since she has to catch the
12:30 Ferry just like Sandy does." Mary Jane interjected.
"I don't know." Sandy mused. "Well no matter the reason, she wasn't on
last nights boat so I guess she was lucky enough to get off the night
shift. Something none of else will ever do if we don' get back to work."
With a serious of faked moans and groans, her three dinner partners rose
from the table and returned to their jobs. The last to leave the table,
Sandy gave the mystery one last thought before turning her mind back to
the work at hand.
The rest of the evening passed uneventfully and it wasn't long before
Sandy was saying her goodnights. As she stepped out of her friends air
conditioned car at the Whitehall Street entrance to the Ferry Terminal,
Sandy was engulfed by the wall of heat and humidity she stepped into.
"Please let it rain soon." She said to herself as she looked up into the
lightly clouded sky. "Or at least let the air conditioning be back on
when I get home." She substituted as she shuddered at the thought of
trying to fall asleep in this inferno. The weekend was the only time that
she was able to
sleep late, but in this heat, sleep would be next to
impossible.
Friday nights there seemed to be less people on the late Ferry. Most
people must leave early to get a jump on the weekend. By the time Sandy
dropped into her regular seat, her blue blouse was already wet with
perspiration and sticking to her skin. Every window on the boat was wide
open but even the breeze was warm. In vain she had looked for an outside
seat but quickly found them already occupied.
Producing that day's copy of the Advance from her bag, Sandy began to
read. Absorbed in her reading, she didn't immediately notice that someone
had sat down directly opposite her. This was unusual enough as the
interior cabin of the boat was
almost ninety percent empty, most of the passengers choosing to sit
outside. As she turned the page she became aware of the other person. When
she lowered the paper to take a look, it was all Sandy could do not to
drop the paper in surprise.
Sitting not four feet away, was Sandy's mystery woman.
Sandy's mouth hung open as she took in the image before her.
Gone were the professional outfits, or even the blue collar security
guard's uniform. The only job description that her
current outfit could fit was that of a 42nd Street
Streetwalker.
Her hair was now a bright and curly blonde, a color so unnatural that
Sandy was sure that it was a wig. Her lips were full and red, and the
small stud earrings she had worn on previous occasions were now replaced
by wide gold hoops.
Her large 38 inch breasts were barely contained by the red bikini top she
wore. In fact, the points of her nipples were
clearly visible through the thin material. Her blue pants were cut so
short that if Sandy was sure that if she looked closely, she would see a
few loose pubic hairs sticking out of the edges.
The woman just seemed to smile at Sandy, then ignored her completely.
Sandy tried to go back to her paper, but was unable to stop stealing
glances. With an eerie fascination, she watched as droplets of sweat
formed between the woman's
breasts and ran down her stomach and disappeared beneath the material of
her oh so short pants.
Sandy had never been attracted to other women, but couldn't take her eyes
away. She could feel a familiar wetness between her legs and was lying
to herself when she blamed it on the humidity. The olive skinned woman
just radiated sexuality, a
raw unbridled lust that hit Sandy full force. The tingling between her
legs grew so strong that Sandy wished she was already home so she could
find some relief. Instead she sat there with her paper, trying hard not
to show the arousal sweeping within her.
The scantily clad woman just continued to smile thought out, she knew the
effect she was having on Sandy. She was now in control of the game and
found immense pleasure in hitting all the right buttons to drive Sandy to
distraction.
Finally she looked right into Sandy's bright blue eyes and seemed to
capture her soul. Her tongue glided sensuously across her full red lips as
she brought a hand up and ran her long fingernails down the crevice
between her tanned mounds. Sandy was no longer making any attempt to
disguise her interest. Wiping the sweat from her breasts, the woman
brought her index finger up to her mouth and slowly licked it clean.
"Any more of this and I'm going to cum right here in my panties." Sandy
thought as she watched the woman cup her other breast with her free hand.
"I can't believe I'm getting this turned on by another woman."
Then, abruptly, the woman stopped her
caressing of her breasts and rose from her seat and headed for the front
of the boat. It was only then that Sandy realized that they had docked
and most of the people had already left.
Grabbing her bag from the floor, Sandy began to quickly follow the woman
off the boat. Her steps propelled by a strange mixture of both fear and
excitement.
Ann Douglas
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-SANDY-
Part IV
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
Following the last of the crowd into the St. George Terminal,
Sandy could see people ahead of her make the right turn that
led to the train and the various buses. To her surprise, the
object of her interest turned instead to the left and
disappeared into a closed off accessway.
For a long minute, Sandy stood at the
junction as the last of the other passengers disappeared from
sight ahead of her. Finally overwhelmed with curiosity, she
carefully began to follow the "streetwalker" down the
corridor.
About thirty yards down, the causeway again branched off to
the left and Sandy stopped dead at the corner. As she peeked
around the wall's edge, she had to bit down on her lip to keep
from making a sound. There, about ten feet away, stood one of
the deckhands from the Ferry she had just exited. His back
was to her so she couldn't see his face. What she could see
all too clearly was the mystery lady from the Ferry on her
knees in front of the man. Her position and the motion of her
head couldn't be mistaken for any activity other the obvious.
From her vantage point, Sandy could tell that the dark clad
man was already near to climax. He was either incredibly horny
or she was one talented cocksucker to bring him off so
quickly. Sure enough, Sandy heard a loud gasp from the man as
he exploded into the woman's mouth. Sandy watched for a few
more seconds as the tall hooker, she couldn't think of her any
other way right now, withdrew his cum covered cock from her
mouth and proceeded to lick him clean.
Suddenly aware that she could be caught, Sandy began to
quickly and quietly retrace her steps. She'd gotten halfway
down the dimly lit corridor when she heard the man turning the
corner. Quickly she ducked into a small doorway covered in
shadow. She held her breath as she watched him pass. no
sooner did he turn the corner, Sandy heard the hooker's
footsteps coming from behind her. Again trying to blend into
the darkness, Sandy waited until she had been passed by.
The hooker stopped abruptly, just out of Sandy's line of
sight. Sandy's heart was racing like a triphammer as she
heard the soft footsteps suddenly stop.
"I hope you enjoyed the show." The hooker suddenly said.
"Oh God, she knows I'm here!" Sandy cried out in her mind.
"Come on out, I don't bite." The Puerto Rican woman said.
"Unless of course you're into that sort of thing."
Stepping out of the shadows, Sandy blushed bright red with
embarrassment.
"I figured you'd follow." The tall woman continued. "I
could see how hot you were getting back on the boat."
Before Sandy could answer, the woman
stepped forward and slid her hand under Sandy's skirt and into
her panties.
"I knew it," She exclaimed. "You're dripping wet."
The sudden thrill as she felt this strange hand caress her
pussy caused Sandy to freeze in her tracks. Again the potent
combination of fear and excitement took hold of her body.
Before she could respond to the surge of mixed emotions, the
hooker pressed her against the cool tile wall. Opening her
mouth to protest, Sandy felt the softness of another woman's
lips pressed against her own for the first time in her life.
This was immediately followed by the wetness of a tongue as it
invaded her mouth. The taste was tangy and familiar, and it
took a second for Sandy to comprehend that what she was
tasting was the last traces of the deckhand's cum.
Drawing her attention away from the erotic kiss was the
sudden penetration of her wet mound by one of the woman's long
slender fingers. With a rapid motion, she slid first one,
then a second, deep into Sandy. Then she withdrew them as
quickly as they had entered, only to quickly replace them.
The frantic friction against her clit sent ripples though her
body. She barely noticed the soft caress of the woman's
tongue which had now moved to her neck. It wasn't until she
felt a sudden tweak of pain that she became aware that the
woman's other hand had slid beneath her blouse and now cupped
one of her naked breasts. All that she cared about was the
rising crest that was building between her legs and the
eruption it foretold.
Then, barely a few minutes after she had started, the mystery
woman felt Sandy's body quiver, then tremble as she slipped
over the crest into a powerful orgasm. Pulling Sandy tight
against her, she kissed her once again, this time finding no
resistance to her tongue. Her fingers buried themselves deep
within her as she squeezed hard on her soft white breast.
Sandy lost all sensation of time as she dropped into a
bottomless pool of delight. All she cared about at that
moment was that she wished that it would never end. That this
incredible feeling had been initiated by another woman was the
furthest concern in her mind.
But eventually it did end and Sandy's
attention returned back to her situation. The woman withdrew
her fingers from within Sandy and from under her blouse. She
stepped back and took a good look at Sandy's now disorganized
appearance. Her blouse was now hanging open, with one breast
exposed. Bright red lipstick marks covered her mouth and
neck. While her blue skirt now covered the cum soaked
panties, the strong fragrance of girlcum told the tale.
"I knew you'd get into this." The hooker said. "I saw you
checking me out the other night when I had that nurse outfit
on. After I saw you search the boat for me last night I knew
that you'd follow me tonight."
"You were on the boat yesterday?" Sandy gasped as she tried
to control her breathing. "But I looked everywhere."
"No, you only check were passenger's are supposed to go. I
was nice and cool in the crew's cabin. It's amazing what a
little promise of a blow job can get you."
Sandy then realized that it was the delivery of that promise
that she had witnessed. Even now she found it exciting. More
so was the idea that she had cum at the hands of another
woman.
Sandy watched in erotic fascination as the woman brought her
cum covered fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, just
as she had licked the deckhand's cock.
"Mmmm." She purred. "I figured a fine lady like yourself
would have a good taste."
Reaching into her small purse, the woman withdrew a small
card and slid it into the straps of Sandy's exposed bra. She
leaned forward and kissed her again, this time it was lightly
and quick.
"If you ever want to find out what it would really be like,
give me a call." She said with a smile. "In fact, for a pretty
white girl like you, I'd do it for free."
With that she turned and headed down the corridor. Sandy
watched the sway of her tight ass until she disappeared from
view. Taking the card from her bra, she moved over to the
light to read it.
It read: Creative Illusions - Bringing Fantasy To Life. 24
hrs 7 days , 555-1034. In the lower right corner of the card
was a name - Jasmine.
A sudden thunderclap brought Sandy back to reality. It was
finally going to rain. After spending a few frantic minutes
getting herself as presentable as possible, Sandy raced down
the hall to try and catch the train. This time she was too
late.
Standing on the empty platform, feeling the wetness of the
welcome rain as it splashed down from the small overheads,
Sandy decided she didn't mind waiting for the next train just
this once.
She lifted the card so she could read it one last time. Her
hand was over the trash when she changed her mind about
tossing it. It would make a nice souvenir of her little
adventure. Not that she could ever tell Peter or anyone else
about it - they just wouldn't understand.
Ann Douglas
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encouraged. Tell me what you liked about the story and what
you disliked. Don't just say , "nice story" or "it stunk" I
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way I'm sure to get your reaction. Any and all email will
always be answered.
Thanks,
Ann D.
-SANDY-
Part V
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
It was almost noon when Sandy woke the next day. She hadn't
gotten home until almost 3 AM. The whole experience last
night seemed like a dream. It was only the small white card
sitting atop a pair of stained panties on her night table that
testified to the events actually having happened. Still that
was yesterday, and she had the little matter of straightening
out her relationship with Peter to attend to today. Jumping
out of bed, she jumped into the shower and washed the remnants
of last nights adventure down the drain. She would have to
hurry if she wanted to make her one o'clock appointment at the
beauty salon. Thankfully she had scheduled it a week ago,
before the fighting with Peter had begun. Sitting in her
closet was a new dress she'd been saving for a special
occasion. Peter was going to get it both barrels tonight.
Just making her appointment, Sandy let her mind drift as the
beautician performed her magic. She had every facet of
tonight's date planned. By the end of the night, Peter would
be on his knees apologizing. The thought of Peter on his
knees gave her another idea. One of her girlfriends had told
her about a special service that was offered at this
particular salon. You wouldn't find it posted on any of the
walls, but if you asked, it was available.
"My girlfriend Judy mentioned a special service you have
here. A special kind of cut." Sandy softly asked of the
beautician who's name tag read Lucy.
"Why yes, its one of our most popular cuts." Lucy replied. If
you like, we can take care of it as soon as we're done out
here."
Twenty minutes later, Sandy found herself in the back room
propped up on a table much like that used by her gynecologist,
right down to the stirrups. Sitting on a stool between her
legs was Lucy, who was carefully using a small pair of
scissors and a straight razor to trim her pubic hair. By the
time she was finished, the large blonde bush hairs were now
only an eight of an inch in length and had been crafted into
the shape of a heart. Peter had been reluctant to going down
on her before, but after she was finished with him tonight,
he'd be more than happy with the proper instruction on the way
to her heart.
After the Beauty Salon, Sandy made a stop at a nearby
Lingerie Store and bought the sexiest bra and panty set she
could find. In her mind's eye she could just see herself
standing before Peter in them.
"Face it, Sandy. She said to herself. "The man doesn't stand
a chance."
A few more stops at the grocery , the video store and the dry
cleaners brought an end to Sandy's errands. Returning to
apartment about 5:30, she took a second shower to wash away
the days sweat. Even with the early morning rain, the
temperature still hovered in the mid-eighties.
Taking her time in the cool embrace of the shower, Sandy
couldn't help but caress herself. She was so horny. One hand
played with her small 34 inch breasts while the other
carefully stroked her newly trimmed pussy. How different
Jasmine touch had been. Both different and exciting. A large
share of what made it so exciting was that for the most part
it had been unplanned and out of her control. Never could she
have planned to have had a sexual encounter with another
woman, she just didn't have the nerve. Yet like any kind of
sex, she had always been told that once you tried something
the first time, it was always easier to try it a second.
The rush of the water in her ears was so loud that she hadn't
heard the phone ring the first few times. As she shut off the
water she heard the last ring before it was picked up by the
answering machine. Her first impulse was to race and pick it
up before the caller hung up. After all, it might be Peter.
Then the image of her running naked through the apartment only
to find a dial tone when she got there filled her mind. No,
let the machine answer it, that's what it was there for.
She's call back whoever it was when she finished with her
toilet.
Once dry, Sandy spent the next twenty
minutes finishing up. Her teeth were as white as after a trip
to the dentist. Her breath, minty as Proctor and Gamble could
make it. A careful application of her favorite perfume in all
the right places completed the ritual. She was ready.
Donning the newly purchased bra and
panties, Sandy took a long look at herself in the bathroom
doors full length mirror. Her reflection returned her smile as
she struck a pose.
"Sandy dear," She said to herself proudly. "There's no
denying it. You are a babe!"
Exiting back into the living room, she noted that it was
already 6:40. That gave her almost an hour before Peter would
be by to pick her up. Plenty of time.
The flashing light on the answering machine caught her
attention as she headed for the closest for her new dress. In
her self admiration she had almost forgotten about the shower
call.
Dropping down onto the plush love seat, she hit the play
button and sat back. As she listened to the message, her face
turned a bright crimson and her expression went from
satisfaction to outrage.
"Hi Sandy," Began the recorded voice of Peter Ryan. "I
realize that this is really short notice but I'm afraid that I
won't be there tonight. I tried calling you earlier but got
the machine and really wanted to tell you myself. As soon as
you can give me a call, there's something we have to discuss."
"That lousy bastard!" Sandy exclaimed as she grabbed the
phone and hit the autodial button for Peter's number. "Who
the fuck does he think he is?"
The phone rang once, twice, a third time and with each ring
Sandy's anger grew. She was about to hang up when she heard a
receiver being picked up on the other end.
"Hello?" Said a soft feminine voice.
"Hello?" Sandy replied, her anger
momentarily replaced by confusion. Had she gotten a wrong
number? That had never happened before using the autodial.
"Can I help you?" Asked the unidentified woman.
"Is Peter there?" Sandy asked, sure that she must've been
connected to the wrong party.
"Oh, he's .....I mean, hold on a minute will you."
Silence filled the receiver for a second or two, then she
could hear two voices talking on the other end. Neither was
clear enough to understand.
"Sandy?" Asked the suddenly loud and clear voice of Peter
Ryan.
Count to a hundred before you answer in anger, Sandy's mother
had always told her. This time it was too late, she was
already up to two hundred.
"Who the fuck was that....the new maid?" Sandy thundered.
"Oh shit, Sandy." He replied. "I really wanted to handle
this differently."
"Handle what differently?" She said in an exceedingly
hostile tone.
"Well there's no easy way for me to say this, especially at
this point." Peter continued, trying to ignore her anger. "So
I guess I just have to say that its not going to work out
between us. I'm sorry, but that's the cold honest truth."
"What?........" Sandy stammered, suddenly speechless.
"I don't think there's anything more to say. Again I'm sorry
it couldn't have ended differently."
Regaining her voice, Sandy was about to say something when
she heard a click and found herself listening to a dead line.
"That self centered little prick....." She shouted as she
hit the redial.
After two rings, the answering machine picked up. If
anything, the message just pushed her further over the edge.
"Hi, you've reached the home of Peter Ryan and Madeline
Jakes.....We can't answer your call right now, but leave a
message after the beep and we'll be back to you as soon as
possible."
As the message finished, Sandy remembered the name Madeline
Jakes. She had been Peter's girlfriend for over a year before
he'd met her. They had broken up a month before Peter had
attended the Anderson Birthday Party. She had spent all that
time comforting him, and now that cow had moved back in and
was getting all the benefits.
She was tempted to leave a message saying just what she
thought of the two of them, but then just hung up after the
beep. They'd simply hit the delete button and never even pay
attention to it. By tomorrow, she was sure they'd have a new
number.
Ann Douglas
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-SANDY-
Part VI
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
For over an hour, Sandy sat there staring at the phone in her
lap. The shadows in her apartment grew longer as the light of
the setting sun slowly faded from her window. With the coming
of the cool darkness, the temperature dropped a little more
and for the first time in almost ten days was almost bearable.
A good thing too because the power surge that had caused the
blackout yesterday had knocked out her buildings 220 line and
along with it the air conditioner. The building manager had
posted a notice in the lobby that because of the heat wave, it
would be Monday before it was fixed. Sandy hadn't really
given it any notice before, figuring she would be spending the
night at Peter's condo. Now she would be stuck here with no
AC. At least since she was on the fourth floor she could
sleep with the windows open.
"Well no sense in sitting here crying." Sandy said outloud.
"Might as well make something to eat and see what's on the
cable."
Heading into the kitchen, Sandy's calm lasted all of ten
seconds. At least the pick could've broken up with her during
the week. Then at least she could've set up a date for
tonight. It didn't have to be anyone special. Just a guy she
could have a few laughs with and take care of her needs. As
her anger subsided, she was reminded how horny she'd been the
last few weeks.
"Maybe I'll punch up a movie on Spice." She mused to herself.
That was the cable's soft core movie channel. Once in a
while she liked a good adult film. They weren't as good as
the hard core videos she could rent near her office in
Manhattan but they sometimes would have to do.
A quick dinner followed, and soon she found herself sitting
on the loveseat with a pint of Hagan- Daz between her legs.
Not exactly what she had planned to have there by this time.
She had to admit to herself, sitting in the dark, watching a
3rd rate movie on HBO was a pretty pathetic Saturday night
for an attractive single twenty-five year old.
The movie was so boring that Sandy dozed off for about an
hour. When she awoke, the clock had just chimed 11:00. Not
having gotten up until almost noon and having just had a nap,
she knew it was going to be next to impossible to get to sleep
anytime soon. Well at least she could change into something
more comfortable.
Five minutes later she was back in the blacked out living
room dressed in just a t shirt. It was still too hot to wear
anything more. She was about to turn the television on again
when she noticed some movement from the apartment across from
her that caught her attention. Like her own apartment, 4b had
all its windows wide open due to the lack of air conditioning.
With all her lights off, Sandy was almost invisible as she
stood just a foot away from the window and looked into the
brightly lit studio apartment less than ten yards away.
There, for the second time in as many nights, Sandy was
presented with the sight of a woman performing the act of
fellatio.
The apartment across the way belonged to Linda DeCarlo, a
divorcee in her mid-forties. Sandy had met her a few times,
but had never had a conversation longer than hello, how's it
going and so on. At the moment, Mrs. DeCarlo was stark naked
straddling an equally naked man atop a pulled out sofa bed.
Sandy watched with envy as the man's long cock disappeared
into Linda's eager mouth. Shifting her attention to her other
end to get a better look at the man, Sandy was disappointed to
find his face buried between Linda's legs. Annoyed that she
couldn't see his face, and more importantly that he wasn't
over in her own apartment with his tongue between her legs
like she had planned Peter to be.
Watching the two of them go at it, coupled with the memory of
all the things she had planned for Peter that night brought
the familiar wetness once more between her legs. This time
there was nothing to prevent her from satisfying herself. She
spread her legs and slid her left hand between her them. Then
with a firm motion, she began to slowly stroke herself. With
her right hand she reached up under her shirt and began to
play with her nipples which had already hardened to her touch.
After a few minutes, she began to feel a nice warm glow
spreading out from her womanhood. It really wasn't want she
had wanted, but it was a lot better than some stale movie.
Finally satisfied that both of them were lubricated and
ready, the couple shifted positions giving Sandy her first
real good look at her live entertainers. Linda's body was no
surprise, it was exactly what she had expected it to be. A
woman in her mid-forties, slightly overweight, not
particularly attractive in Sandy's opinion. Her curly red hair
obviously came from a bottle. In fact, her only asset seamed
to be a pair of very large and full breasts. They sagged
somewhat, one of the reasons Sandy had always preferred her
own compact but firm bust. But many men liked large boobs as
they liked to refer to them.
It was when the man came into view that Sandy actually was
surprised. He had to be about thirty two, a good ten years or
better younger than Linda. He wasn't a great looker,
certainly not a hunk like Peter, but still he wasn't someone
Sandy would've kicked out of her bed. But the problem was
that he wasn't in her bed, he was in Linda's.
Sandy's masturbation effort grew in intensity as she watched
Linda position herself on all fours and the younger man
situate himself behind her. It was lucky that they now
presented a side view with their gaze directed on the
apartments side wall because Sandy had so quickly become lost
in her self-pleasuring that she was no longer making any
attempt to hide herself.
A sigh escaped Sandy's lips as she watched the man take a
firm grip on Linda's ass and enter her gray tinged cunt from
the rear. With powerful strokes he began to thrust forward and
back, sending her slightly flabby body jerking in the
direction of each lunge. If he hadn't maintained such a firm
grim on her legs, Sandy was sure he would've sent Linda flying
off the bed.
With both windows open, Sandy could hear Linda calling out
for him to go harder and faster, a request he seemed more than
happy to respond to. Also in response, the blonde voyeur
increased her own ministrations, causing her fingers to rub
against her now soaked mound with an animalistic frenzy.
Her breath was coming in small gasps now as her sweat covered
body shook with anticipation. She was close, she knew it, but
as much as she wanted to climax she wanted to do it
simultaneously with the man across from her. Oh she wanted to
be fucked so badly. If only she hadn't lost her overnight bag
on the flight to Boston last month. When she had filled out
the contents list for the Airline, she couldn't bring herself
to list the vibrator that had been lost within it.
"Fuck me baby!" She heard Linda call out. "Fuck Mama good!"
Linda's huge tits bounced back and forth with each forward
thrust as she slammed her bottom against her lover's balls.
She was so deep in the rapture of passion that she no longer
cared who heard her. Her orgasm overcame her with another
potent thrust and she nearly screamed. He slammed into her one
last time and held her tightly as he filled her with his hot
seed.
Across the way, Sandy rammed nearly four fingers deep into
herself, triggering her own climatic detonation. Her legs
turned weak beneath her as she dropped against the wall for
support. It was rare that she gushed, but her hand was
covered with the juices of her labors. Cold sweat ran down
her now naked body and she had to concentrate on regaining
her breath. Staggering across the room, she dropped into her
padded love seat.
Across the alleyway, Linda and her man had collapsed upon
each other. Both showed the effort that had gone into their
lovemaking. A large mixed pool of boy and girl cum stained
the sheets and they were both too exhausted to even break
contact. Laying there totally drained, they held each other
and soon drifted off the sleep.
Ann Douglas
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encouraged. Tell me what you liked about the story and what
you disliked. Don't just say , "nice story" or "it stunk" I
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-SANDY-
Part VII
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
Sandy also felt exhausted, but sleep was still denied her.
She had just had her second body quaking orgasm in less than a
day, but she still found herself wanting. As intense as
watching the couple across the way had been, it still didn't
equal the excitement she had felt at Jasmine's hand that
morning. She needed a partner, someone to guide her to what
she was sure would be the most incendiary eruption yet.
The idea of heading out to a local bar and finding a man
entered her mind for a few moments. Then it was quickly
discarded, there was no guarantee that the man would be the
lover she craved. After all, look at how disappointing Peter
at been in bed at first. Nor could she simply call up any of
the other men she knew. Some of them were really great in bed
whatever their other faults, but she just couldn't let it be
known that she had gone begging for sex.
Then the most outlandish idea of all popped into her head.
The card Jasmine had left with her. A few days ago, the
concept of lesbian sex never really entered her mind except as
a fleeting thought. Now she realized that as much as she
craved a hard cock deep inside her, even that would pale when
weighed against the forbidden fruit she had only tasted this
morning. She had always known she had a secret submissive
streak, but had never had a lover she could let herself go
with. Too often it would spill over into other aspects of the
relationship. Yet during those few minutes in that dark
corridor, she had been able to totally give in, because the
sex was all there was.
"Yes," She exclaimed as she jumped up with excitement. "I'll
do it."
Running into the bedroom, she grabbed the business card and
reached for the phone extension. Pausing a moment to pick up
the pair of soiled panties that sat beneath the card, she took
a second to smell the still pungent odor of cum that clung to
them. The memory of the orgasm that produced it flashed anew
in her mind and she began to dial without hesitation. She was
now obsessed with the idea.
The blonde haired woman could feel her heart beating as the
phone rang for the third time. Glancing at the bedside clock
she realized that it was nearly 1:00 AM. What if she wasn't
there? The card had said 24 hrs, but what if she was already
out? In a way, Sandy felt cheated by the thought that she
might've been with someone else when she wanted her so much.
"Hi, you've reached the answering machine of Jasmine." Said
the soft melodious voice that abruptly replaced the ringing
tone. " I'm out right now so if you care to leave a message,
please do so after the beep."
"Damn!" Thought Sandy. "I can't win
tonight."
Waiting for the beep, Sandy started to formulate a message to
leave but hesitated after a few words. What could she say.
The possibilities flashed by in a second.
"Hi, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the woman you
finger fucked this morning...."
But what if someone else had access to the machine, someone
who didn't know what she did for a living. What if she was
married or something?
Then the machine beeped and she had to say something.
"Err....Hi Jasmine...This is Sandy......from the Ferry......
I was just wondering....I mean....."
"Hello,....Sandy!" A live voice suddenly replaced the tape
machine.
"Jasmine?" Sandy asked excitedly. Just the sound of her
live voice was enough to send a tingle between her legs.
"I was hoping you'd call, Sandy." She said. "I'd really like
to finish what we started."
Sandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was it possible
that Jasmine wanted her as much as she wanted Jasmine?
"I'd like that." Sandy replied, suddenly not believing that
she was actually doing this.
"Great, when would you like to come over?" Jasmine asked.
"Well, I was kind of hoping you weren't busy now." Sandy
replied, certain that if Jasmine said that they would have to
wait until another time she would loose her lust driven
courage and chicken out.
"Well, I was expecting some company...." Jasmine said, letting
the idea hang in the air for a few seconds while she
considered it. "But, I'm beginning to think he's going to be
a no show. Tell you what, give me an hour to get it together
and come on over. "
"It's not too late or anything is it?" Sandy interjected,
her little fears rising and looking for a way out of her
impulsiveness.
"No, of course not." Jasmine replied. "We're both on night
schedules, so this is like early evening for both of us."
Sandy agreed, sending her little fears back to the recesses
of her mind. She quickly jotted down the address Jasmine gave
her, surprised that it was only about ten minutes away. She
was about to end the conversation when Jasmine asked one last
question.
"Sandy, you've seen me come home at night and you know I
really get into role playing. Is their anything special you'd
like to let me know before hand?"
Sandy took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound.
Over the phone, with a woman who was still a complete stranger
to her, Sandy began to reveal her deepest fantasies.
Fifty minutes later, Sandy pulled her old '88 Civic up to a
private house in the Annadale section. The outside light was
still on and the street was deserted. Not that there was
usually a great deal of foot traffic in this residential area
at this time of night. As she approached the front door, she
could hear the hum of the houses central air conditioning, at
least it would be cool inside. Her feet were cold and her
pussy hot as she reached for the bell. Hitting the chime three
times as per her instructions, she waited for an answer.
It suddenly occurred to Sandy as she waited that she had no
idea what Jasmine actually looked like. In the four times she
had seen her on the Ferry, she had always been made up as
someone else.
The door suddenly opened and a soft voice from behind it told
her to step inside. Stepping into the alcove, she could look
into the living room and saw that is was decorated in typical
middle class style. She started to turn to get her first real
look at her hostess but the placement of a soft hand on her
shoulder prevented her from fully turning.
"Bedroom's right down the hall, make
yourself comfortable and I'll be right there." Said the
voice.
Following the instructions, she entered the bedroom. The
room was decorated in pink and white, the centerpiece of which
was a large canopy covered bed. A pair of large double glass
doors led to a flower filled backyard. Stepping up to the
bed, she ran her hand across the cool white metal frame.
She'd love to have a bedroom like this, but it really wouldn't
fit in her small apartment.
"I hope you approve..." came the voice from behind Sandy.
"It's lovely...." She answered as she began to slowly turn.
"I was just surprise to find your house so decorated...I
mean...."
"That's ok, The soft voice said. "You expected to find an
empty room with a mattress tossed on the floor, the sort of
thing you see in the movies. That's ok, there was a time that
I worked in a place not much different than that. Of course
where I work now is a Brownstone on Fifth Ave. That's aside,
this is my home, not my place of business."
Covering her surprise with small talk , Sandy was stunned by
her first real look at Jasmine. Standing about 5'9", she had
shiny and straight black hair that was cut short in the front
and sides and tapered in the back like a boy's haircut. Her
eyes were a soft green and her lips were full and sensual
even without lipgloss. Clad in a green silk robe, Sandy could
only visualize from memory the body that had been so exposed
by the hooker outfit.
"I'm so glad that you took me up on my offer." Jasmine said
as she stepped over to Sandy and began to carefully unbutton
her blouse. "There aren't many people I invite to my house,
thoseare the few that I'd like to have as lovers, not clients."
Sandy smiled as the last button opened and her blouse fell
away, revealing the red lace bra she had purchased the day
before. The material barely covered her small breasts and
Jasmine beamed as she ran her fingers across the half exposed
nipples.
Sandy closed her eyes as Jasmine drew her closer for a kiss.
She swooned as she felt her lips against her own, and without
looking could tell that she was undoing the clip of her bra.
The sudden touch of the chilled air against her now freed
breasts caused her nipples to harder even more. She reached
up and caressed them, lifting them for Jasmine's approval.
Smiling at Sandy's offering, Jasmine replaced the blonde's
hands with her own and brought her mouth down to kiss both
breasts. She reached out with her tongue and let it run across
first one nipple, them another. Opening her mouth wider, she
then took the entire nipple inside her and began to suck
gently.
Ann Douglas
--
Hi ...... As always, comments are both appreciated and
encouraged. Tell me what you liked about the story and what
you disliked. Don't just say , "nice story" or "it stunk" I
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way I'm sure to get your reaction. Any and all email will
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Thanks,
Ann D.
-SANDY-
Part VIII
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
A soft moan emanated from Sandy as she felt the wetness of
Jasmine's mouth on her breast. She'd had many men suck at her
breasts, but none had ever felt so good. For most of the men
she had dated, it was usually just something they had to get
out of the way in order to get to their real objective. Few
had ever taken to time to explore her breasts and find the
most sensitive spots as Jasmine was now doing. Then it occurred
to her that Jasmine found those spots so easily because she
knew they would most likely be the same as her own. Sandy
would have to test that theory when she got her chance at
Jasmine's much larger breasts.
While she continued to lick and caress Sandy's small mounds,
the darker skinned woman slid one hand down the white woman's
back and under the elastic of her red lace panties. She ran
her long nails across the pale skin of her buttocks, gently
tickling the small opening to her anus.
Continuing onward, her fingers slid under her bottom and
rubbed against her clit. It took but a second for her to
realize that the feel of her cunt was now different. The
large bush she had felt a day before was now gone.
"What do we have here?" Jasmine asked as she stopped what
she was doing and pulled down Sandy's panties.
She bent down and took a long look at the newly trimmed blond
hair and the heart shape it was now formed into. Looking up
at Sandy, she grinned and said.
"I love it, you'll have to tell me where you had it done."
Assuring her that she would, Sandy reached down and gently
nudged her closer to her already wet pussy.
"Impatient little bitch aren't we?" Jasmine asked in mock
anger as she felt Sandy's gentle urging. "Well I can't say as
I blame you. This pussy looks like its long overdo for a good
licking."
Guiding Sandy over onto the bed, she
motioned for her to lay back and spread her legs. Once she had
a clear view of the dampness already covering the small blonde
hairs, Jasmine reached down with her tongue and ran it across
the length of her opening. She repeated that a second and
third time, each time penetrating just a little deeper.
Spread out on the white comforter, Sandy closed her eyes and
savored the wet soft touch of the Puerto Rican woman's tongue.
Like she had on her breasts a few minutes before, Jasmine
seemed to immediately find all the most sensitive spots.
Finally the attention of her talented tongue began to center
on the core of her sexuality. Spreading Sandy's legs wide,
Jasmine buried her face between them, sending waves of delight
throughout the smaller woman. Her tongue was already covered
by a heavy coating of lubricant and she took a moment to savor
the taste. Deep in her own pussy she could feel a deep
longing for her touch but she ignored it. There would be
plenty of time to attend to her own needs later. Right now
she wanted to attend to Sandy first.
Sandy's first orgasm erupted so unexpectedly that Jasmine was
caught off guard as her mouth was filled with girlcum. It had
been a long time since she'd been with a gusher. In response
she pushed her face ever deeper, and with it her tongue just a
little further up Sandy's love canal. All the while a
carefully placed finger kept a steady vibration building in
her small love button.
It wasn't long before Sandy's body quaked a second time. Now
Jasmine was prepared for the burst of love juice and quickly
collected it in her mouth. No sooner had Sandy's body stopped
shaking and she opened her mouth to get a full breath of air
when Jasmine was upon her. The kiss this time was forceful as
her tongue pushed it's way between her lips. With it came
much of the pussy juices Jasmine had managed to hold in her
mouth. It was one of her favorite little tricks, letting a
man or woman experience the taste of their own cum.
To Sandy's surprise, she enjoyed the taste, wondering if
Jasmine's would taste different. Men tasted different she
knew, but did women?
Laying alongside her as she recouped from her double climax,
Jasmine ran her hand up and down Sandy's nude form. She
cupped one of her breasts and gently kissed the nipple.
"I hope you enjoyed that." She whispered.
"Oh I did......." Sandy softly answered, but the unspoken
response of her eyes said volumes.
"But it wasn't exactly what you expected, right?"
"I didn't mean that, it was wonderful." Sandy quickly
replied.
"Don't worry love," Jasmine countered with a wicked grin.
"That was just to warm you up, an icebreaker so to speak. The
real entertainment hasn't even started yet."
Before Sandy could question the strange statement, Jasmine
had shifted herself so that she could reach the top posts of
the bed. Sandy heard a soft double click and when she tried
to sit up to see what she had done, she was shocked to find
that she was now restrained.
Lifting one hand so that she could see the leather cuff now
wrapped around the wrist, Sandy could see that it was fur
lined for comfort and tied with two metal clasps. She had a
small freedom of movement, but not much.
"Now you'll get to see what it really feels like to have
someone else in control." Jasmine declared as she moved down
to the base of the bed. "Unless you'd rather stop the game
right now and I'll untie you."
"No, its ok." The bound woman replied quietly.
"Good, I'd have been disappointed if you'd said yes."
Jasmine said as she dimmed all the lights in the room except
for the track lights around the bed. "You said you wanted to
have someone else be in total control. Well this is just part
of it. Before we start, let me just tell you that I'm not
into pain or injury or anything like that. The real essence
of domination is psychological, the cuffs are just a little
reminder that you are no longer in control of the situation."
"But since you're really not a captive and part of your
fantasy may be to act like you don't really want to do the
things we're going to do, we need to have a code word. So
once the game begins, you can say "no" all you want, and it
will be just part of the game. But if you use the code word,
the scenario will immediately stop. Lets see, how about "
Mickey Mouse", that's not a phrase that's liable to come up in
any other context. I think that's an excellent choice for a
code word."
Sandy thought about her words for a minute. Deep inside her
she could feel the same combination of fear and excitement
that led her here in the first place. If she backed out now,
she would forever wonder what it would have been like.
"Ok, Mickey Mouse it is." She answered.
"Good," Jasmine answered as she ran her nails across the
bottom of Sandy's feet. "Then let the games begin!"
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-SANDY-
Part IX
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
With a flourish, Jasmine dropped the silk robe to the floor.
Sandy pulled herself up as
high as she could so she could have a good look at her captor.
Jasmine now wore a green satin
and nylon teddy. The top of which barely covered her 38 inch
bust, their wide brown aureole
clearly visible through the lacy material. Her long smooth
legs were now clad in sheer stocking,
held up by a set of garters. In an age of pantyhose, it was
something Sandy had never seen
another woman wear.
Her lace panties had a long opening, allowing easy access to
her own tightly trimmed
bush. For a moment, Sandy wondered how it would look after it
was trimmed by an expert and
crafted into a heart. Finishing the outfit was a small strand
of white pearls around her neck.
"Satisfied?" She asked as she placed her hands on her hips
and stuck a suggestive
pose.
"Definitely!" Sandy responded.
"Well if you weren't, it would be just too fucking bad,
bitch!'' Jasmine abruptly countered
as she immediately became a character in Sandy's fantasy.
"This outfit is for my enjoyment, not
yours"
With that she jumped onto the bed and moved to straddle the
helpless naked woman
beneath her.
"It's about time a stuck up cunt like you learned how to eat
pussy." Jasmine said as she
squatted over Sandy's face.
From just inches away, Sandy could see the light pink skin of
Jasmine's sugar walls.
They were already coated by a shiny film of girljuice. The
taller woman reached down and pulled
her lips apart, giving her an even better look. Seconds later,
the bright pink walls were pressing
against her lips as Jasmine dropped down and pressed her pussy
against her powerless captive's
mouth.
The sensation was overwhelming as Sandy immediately tried to
put her tongue to work.
To her satisfaction, Jasmine did indeed taste just a little
different. The woman on stop began a
gentle rocking motion, rubbing her clitoris against Sandy's
searching tongue, helping her to find
the most sensitive points.
Jasmine arched herself backward and braced herself with both
arms for support, all the
time gyrating her lower body. With every motion she sent the
rising waves of passion rippling
through her light brown body.
"Not bad for a beginner." She said as she rubbed her cunt
harder against Sandy's now
cum covered face.
In truth, Sandy was doing a pretty great job for a beginner.
What she lacked in skill she
made up for with enthusiasm. Her tongue darted every which way
it could, and although she
didn't hit the right spots every time, she hit them often
enough to get the job done.
Jasmine felt her orgasm about to burst. She could tell that is
wasn't going to be a record
breaker, but then again she hadn't expected it to be. Sandy
soon could feel Jasmine's body
shudder as her legs pressed tighter against her face. While
she wasn't a gusher as Sandy
sometimes was, there was enough of an eruption for Sandy to
feel proud of her achievement.
Even after her body had stopped shaking and her pulse rate
slowed closer to normal,
Jasmine continued to slowly slide her now saturated pussy up
and down across Sandy's face.
She instructed her to lick her clean, a task the older woman
seen to greatly enjoy.
Sliding her body down so that it was now parallel to Sandy's
own, Jasmine took both her
large breasts in her hands and began to play with them. She
rubbed her fingers across the large
pencil eraser sized nipples and signed with satisfaction at he
pleasure the act released.
"You did pretty good with that tongue, lets give you something
else to try it on." She said
as she lowered her breasts to where Sandy could reach them.
Sandy wasted no time and immediately took as much of the
closest nipple into her
mouth as she could. Like a babe nursing at her mother's tit,
she suckled the nipple sending a
pleasing, almost electric feeling through the entire breast.
Then she shifted her attention to the
second breast, wishing her hands were free that she could play
with them as well.
Enjoying the attention her neophyte lesbian lover was
lavishing on her breasts, Jasmine
again shifted her body. Both to give Sandy easier access to her
prodigious mounds and to let her
still inchy pussy rest against her lover's.
Trying to keep her breasts easily accessible, Jasmine began to
rotate her pelvic region,
pressing her own clitoris up against Sandy's. Both woman
quickly felt the added stimulation and
Sandy joined the effort. Despite their race to yet another
climax, Sandy was unwilling to
relinquish her newfound oral fixation, and as their movements
began to increase in intensity,
Jasmine had to help keep her nipples in reach of the blonde's
mouth.
Soon their gyrations had become so erratic that keeping breast
contact was impossible
and Sandy had to reluctantly give up. In return she was
treated to her third orgasm of the night,
abet a rather little one but better a little one than none at
all.
Jasmine on the other hand had failed to reach a climax, her
own clit needing more
stimulation than
simple rubbing could provide. Sliding off the bed, she smiled
at the tired woman stretched out
there.
"Had enough yet, cunt?" She leered with a evil grin, still
maintaining character.
"Yes..." Was Sandy's fatigued reply.
"Well that's just too bad," Jasmine responded, taking note
that she had failed to use the
code words. "Cause I've got one more surprise for you, and I
think you're going to love it."
Sandy was caught off guard by Jasmine's statement, then she
remembered the code
words that she was supposed to use. She opened her mouth to
say them, but no sound came
out. Part of her didn't want it to end. That part of her was
all too curious about what could be
coming next.
"Well even if you don't love it," Jasmine continued. "It
really doesn't mean shit, cause I
know that I'm going to love it!"
With that she disappeared for a few minutes into a connecting
bathroom. When she
reappeared a few minutes later, she was holding a towel
obscuring the view of her body from the
waist down. Stepping up to the bed, she stood where Sandy
could get a good view and then
dropped the towel.
"Oh God!" Sandy exclaimed.
Strapped between Jasmine's legs was a thick 8" flesh colored
dildo. It was almost twice
as big as the vibrator Sandy had lost last month. She had seen
pictures of things like that but
had never seen one for real. It was like a rubber cock, right
down to the fake veins on its sides
and the large balls hanging beneath it.
"You said it'd been a long time since you had been really
fucked," Jasmine said as she
lifted the cock in her hand and climbed onto the bed. "What
kind of hostess would I be if I let
you go home without taking care of that need?"
Spreading her legs apart, Jasmine positioned the ersatz cock
at the entrance to Sandy's
still damp pussy. She pressed the cockhead up against the
moist lips, parting them slightly.
"Relax, this isn't going to hurt........" Jasmines said as
she eased her toy in slightly and
then withdrew it, lubing it up as she did. ".......much." She
then sinfully added.
A few more practice strokes and Jasmine was satisfied that she
had enough lubricant on
the rubber. Then with a firm grip on those pale white legs, she
gave her first hard thrust forward,
sending four inches up inside her woman. Sliding it back she
repeated the exercise, this time
watching six inches disappear between Sandy's cunt lips.
Another stroke and she would be able
to take it all.
Through it all, Sandy bit down on her lip as she felt herself
being penetrated. Her hand
maintained a tight grip on the straps that held her into place.
It was more than she'd ever taken
before, but she knew from experience than even though it hurt
now, it would soon get better.
She could end it all with a word, but that option no longer
even occurred to her.
By the tenth stroke, the pain had begun to turn to pleasure as
Jasmine began to really
get into a rhythm. Sandy was now actively thrusting her body
to meet each incoming lunge. It
now felt so good that she couldn't remember the last time a man
had fucked her like this. The
only think that could make it better was that if it could be
made of flesh and blood instead of
rubber. By now, Jasmine was lifting her off the bed with the
intensity of her efforts as she got
more and more into the fantasy of being a man taking care of
"his" woman.
"Untie me!" Sandy yelled, "I got to have my hands free!"
Without missing a stroke, Jasmine reached up and hit the quick
release on the left cuff.
The right one followed a moment later. Her hands now free,
Sandy grabbed Jasmine's ass and
added her own strength to her thrusts. Pulling her deep inside
her as she would a man, it was
easy for her to also forget that it wasn't really a man atop
her.
"Fuck me baby!" Sandy cried out as she felt electric surges
rushing up and down her
body. "Fill me up, give it to me!"
Both bodies were drenched with sweat, despite the air
conditioning. Both woman knew
that this would be the best yet, and at the same time they both
knew that after it they be too
wasted to do anymore. Because of that, they almost didn't want
to reach the summit.
Ann Douglas
-
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-SANDY-
Part X
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
"Well, it looks like while the cats away, the pussies are
gonna play." Said a loud booming voice from the bedroom's
doorway.
The sudden appearance of a tall black man in the doorway
brought both women to an abrupt stop. He stood a little over
six feet tall with skin the color of night. The muscles that
covered his dark body were clearly outlined by the reflective
light of the track lights. He was only wearing a short cut
off t- shirt and a pair of gym shorts. The stranger was truly
an imposing sight.
Sandy's eyes popped open in fear as she began to jump
upward, only to be stopped by Jasmine's weight atop of her.
"It's ok!" Jasmine quickly said to Sandy as she felt her
jump. "That's my boyfriend Jamal, he's the one I was
expecting earlier."
"Hey, sorry I'm so late Baby," He said as he stepped into
the room. "But the truck I was driving tonight broke down and
I had to wait for a wrecker."
"And I suppose you never thought to
telephone?" Jasmine countered.
"I did call, three times." He said, "But you've got the
answering machine set for the first ring."
A sheepish look covered Jasmine's face. She had forgotten she
had turned off the ringer on the phone after Sandy had arrived
so they wouldn't be interrupted.
During this conversation, Sandy just laid there silently,
caught up in the unbelievability of the situation. Here she
was laying naked in front of this strange black man, while he
holds a discussion about answering machines with his hooker
girlfriend. Not to mention she had just spent over an hour
and a half exploring the nuances of lesbian lust with that
girlfriend. Or the fact that she was lying naked on top of her
with a strap on dildo between her legs. A dildo that was
still halfway up her pussy.
"How bout you then," Jamal continued. "You bringing your
work home with you these days?" He added as he motioned to
indicate Sandy.
"This isn't business." Jasmine replied. "It's personal."
"Well, well well." Jamal said as he stepped to the edge of
the bed. "I have to compliment you on your taste. But then
again I always knew you preferred the best. You picked me after
all."
Both Jamal and Jasmine laughed at that one.
"Well as you can see, we were in the middle of something."
Jasmine pointed out.
"I can see that, and had I only know I'd have been more than
happy to have gone straight home." Jamal said as he reached the
head of the bed, only a foot away from Sandy's head. "But
seeing as I am here, and I did sort of kill the moment for the
two of you, maybe I can make it up."
"And how would you suggest you do that?" Asked Jasmine.
"Well, how bout I give your girlfriend here something better
than that piece of rubber to play with?" Came his reply.
With that he reached into his gym shorts and pulled out the
largest cock Sandy had ever seen. It was as dark as the rest
of his body, except for the large head which was a lighter
shade of brown. Even in it's semi-erect state, it was as big as
the dildo that still rested within her. What would it look
like when it was fully hard?
Turning her gaze from Jamal's huge cock to Jasmine, Sandy
was greeted by a look that told her it was up to her if she
wanted it. After all, how could she object to her boyfriend
joining in the fun after she'd spent the last few hours
cheating on him. Yet was it cheating when she did it for
money, or only when she did it for fun.
Such philosophical questions would have to wait for another
day as Sandy turned her attention back to the new treat now
only a few inches from her face. Jamal had begun to play with
it and with each slow stroke it grew ever harder, and larger.
Sandy had never even seen a black man naked before, much less
having had been with one. It was another in the long list of
forbidden fruits that had been drummed into her by her parents
and friends. Yet, in view of all the taboo's she'd already
broken in the last 48 hours, could one more make any
difference?
The nearness of Jamal's enlarging manhood overwhelmed her
senses. Her eyes focused on the small drop of precum that had
appeared at the tip. Her nostrils filled with the pungent odor
of his musk. Then not even aware she was doing it, she
reached out with her tongue and licked away the sticky drop of
precum.
She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the salty tangness
which had for so long been denied her. Then she reopened both
her eyes and her mouth and took as much of him as she could
into her mouth.
Seeing that Sandy had made up her mind, Jasmine began to
continue the thrusts which had been interrupted earlier. This
time she kept up a slower pace, giving Jamal time to catch up.
She began to pump automatically, just enough to keep Sandy
excited, but not enough to push her over the edge. Instead
she began to focus her attention on watching the white woman
suck her first black cock. A cock she knew all too well.
It wasn't that she was jealous, Jamal and her had never stood
in the way of each others physical pleasure. It was just
that this was the first time she had actually been able to
watch him with another woman and she was understandably
curious.
The long black rod disappeared within
Sandy's mouth. Try as she could, she could never get it more
than halfway in. She could feel the power pulsing in it and
as she ran her tongue down the length of it, she savored the
titillation that she felt in every pore of her body. She was
still aware of the dildo sliding in and out of her, but she
couldn't help think how much better it would feel to replace
the hard rubber with this flesh and blood monster that filled
every corner of her mouth.
Licking his massive balls, she slid his shorts all the way
off. He responded by pulling his shirt over his head and
dropping it onto the floor. Climbing onto the bed, he left his
sneakers on the floor so that he was now as naked as both
women.
Jamal, moved to a sixty-nine position in which he could lick
the top of her clit as the substitute cock slid in and out.
All the while, Sandy continued to slide her mouth all over his
cock. After a few more minutes, he looked down on her and
said.
"You keep that up a few more minutes,
Babe, and you're going to have a mouthful."
Sandy slid the saliva covered cock out of her mouth just long
enough to say, "As long as you'll have a second load in there
somewhere, I've got another hole I want to try this popsicle
in"
Jamal nodded in ascent and Sandy redoubled her efforts. True
to his word, it was only a few more minutes when he let loose
with a large burst of hot liquid which filled her mouth.
Jamal had exploded on Sandy's downward stroke. So that first
burst had shot right down her throat, causing her to gag.
Letting his cock slip out, the second and third burst covered
her face. He laughed when he looked down and saw the sticky
goo spread all over her mouth and cheeks. She grinned back and
stretched out her tongue as far as it could go and licked as
much of her face clean..
Even after the last drop of white had oozed out of the small
hole atop his cockhead, Sandy continued to stroke the large
pole. True to Jamal's word, his cock continued to remain hard
even after he had come.
Giving Jamal time to recover, Sandy turned her attention back
to Jasmine. Far from having felt rejected, she had enjoyed
watching the show that had unfolded before her. Sliding the
dildo out from within Sandy, she had unstrapped it and held it
up like a lollipop. The rubber was shiny with Sandy's juices
and Jasmine licked it like a little girl eating an ice cream
cone. She offered it to Sandy to share and between the two of
then they had it licked clean in no time.
While the two of then had be enjoying the dildo treat, Jamal
had inserted a finger or two into each of their pussies. With
a practiced hand, he helped keep the two of then on the edge.
This went on for about ten minutes until Jamal said he was
ready to give Sandy what she really wanted.
As not to leave Jasmine out, Sandy took the now clean dildo
and strapped it on. One more new thing to try. Jasmine
quickly agreed with the idea as long as she could be in a
position to watch Jamal fuck Sandy.
Ann Douglas
Hi ...... As always, comments are both appreciated and
encouraged. Tell me what you liked about the story and what
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-SANDY-
Part XI
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
So Jasmine spread herself up against the pillows as Sandy
entered her in the classic missionary position. The two woman
went at it for a few minutes by themselves, kissing and
licking each other as Sandy developed her own rhythm.
Jasmine's cunt was so wet that she had no trouble accepting
the full eight inches of the playcock.
Taking hold of Sandy's hips, Jamal entered her from behind in
a single thrust. Like Jasmine, her love tunnel was so
lubricated that she had little difficulty receiving his full
hardness.
Quickly matching his thrusts to the opposite of Sandy's,
Jamal would penetrate the light skinned woman just as she was
withdrawing from Jasmine. Then he would withdraw as she in
turn would enter his girlfriend, who would time her own pelvic
thrusts so that she would pull the dildo as far in her as she
could.
As the speed of this three way intercourse increased, each of
the participants soon found themselves too wrapped up in
maintaining their end of the arrangement to pay that much
attention to any of the others. So it wasn't obvious to
anyone except Jasmine that she would be the first to cum.
After all, she had cum the longest time ago of any of them.
Sandy wasn't even aware that the brown skinned woman had
climaxed until she realized that she was no longer coming
forward to meet her own thrusts. She then stopped her own
efforts and concentrated on enjoying the incredible pounding
her own pussy was getting from Jamal.
Conscious that Jasmine had bowed out of the activity and was
now just enjoying the show, Jamal altered his routine so that
he could bring Sandy to an even greater climax than he had
originally intended.
Reaching around to massage her small bust, he was surprised
to find he could fit almost an entire breast in each of his
massive hands. He had always sought out large breasted women,
but now he was finding that small breasted ones could have a
charm all their own.
So fast were his repetitions and so slippery were both his
cock and Sandy's cunt, that several times he slipped out and
had to break his timing to reenter her. He could feel that
Sally was so close to the edge of what could be the greatest
climax of her life that she could taste it. Each time he
slipped out of her, a frantic look appeared on her face, as if
she was worried that he would suddenly stop. As it was, his
only real fear was that he wouldn't be able to hold off his
own orgasm long enough for her to cum. He had already tried
every trick he knew, both for pushing her over the edge and
holding himself back. Another minute or two and he would lose
the battle.
The look on her lover's face made Jasmine aware of his
problem, she had seen that look before. She had to give Sandy
credit, she didn't think any woman could ride Jamal this long.
An idea flashed into her mind and she mouthed the suggestion
to Jamal. She really didn't have to bother being secretive
about it. Sandy was bucking so much like a bitch in heat that
she wouldn't have heard her if she shouted at the top of her
lungs.
Jamal shifted his right hands attention from Sandy's breast
to the top of her cunt. Rubbing against her clit as he
continued to pound deep within her, he hoped to finally bring
her off. When that didn't work he followed Jasmine's
suggestion and let his cock slide out from inside her.
So lost was Sandy in her desire to climax that it took a few
seconds for her to realize that Jamal's throbbing member was
no longer inside her. He had continued rubbing against her clit
with his hand, so she was upset for only a moment when she
felt the reassuring feeling of his cock behind her as he
sought to renter her.
By the time she realized that the sudden pressure was
directed against her asshole and not her pussy, it was too
late. Totally covered by her lubricating juices, Jamal pushed
his cock deep up inside her and let loose with a series of
quick powerful strokes which sent twin bursts of pain and
pleasure ripping through her body.
Sandy's entire being exploded as her minds eye filled with a
pyrotechnic display the likes she had never experienced
before. She was oblivious to everything, except the feeling
of euphoria she found herself floating in. Then as her rush
reached it's zenith, everything faded to black and she
crumpled like an empty sack onto the bed. Jamal who had cum
at the same time, filling her anal cavity with burst after
bursts of white gold, then collapsed right next to her.
Jasmine waited a few moments before she checked to make sure
that both of her bedmates were still breathing. She had seen
Jamal just drop off after a really intense session before, so
she really wasn't too worried about him.
Checking Sandy's pulse, she was relieved to see that she was
just asleep. She had never seen a woman climax like that.
That girl must've had so much sexual energy bottled up inside
her. It was like a pressure cooker letting go.
Siding out of the bed to make herself a drink, Jasmine
noticed something else she had never seen before. On Sandy's
sleeping face, was the most satisfying image of contentment
she had ever seen.
For a long minute she stared at the image of pure happiness.
Then shaking her head she headed out to the living room and
the bar.
"Lucky bitch!" She muttered outloud as she left the room.
But there was no one away to hear.
END
Ann Douglas