Article 96553 of alt.sex.stories: From: an454112@anon.penet.fi (Hunter S. Murtaugh) Date: Thu, 7 Dec 1995 17:28:55 UTC Subject: Angie: 3rd night [m/f, toy, oral, mast, anal] The Corruption of Angie An Erotic Memoir Part Three The next day was my "easy" day at the meeting. I didn't have to be in any sessions until after 10:00, and then I had a long time at lunch to do as I pleased. I had decided how to use this free time before I got back to my room the night before - I was going dildo shopping for Angie. Angie's story about her mom's vibrator had really captured my imagination. The thought of my shy, ungainly playmate poking herself with a sex toy was more than enough to get cock upright once again. I was determined to surprise her with an electric dong of her own - and to witness in person what my mind was able to picture so vividly. I also had a few other surprises that I wanted to spring on her. Her reactions to some of the stuff in that wretched movie the night before last had got me thinking. For one, the shaved pussy had elicited a rather confused response from her. I began wondering if Angie might like to try that out. It is, after all, a major fetish of mine - I absolutely love a shaved snatch. That much I could probably accomplish this evening. Her little story about her roommate had got me thinking, too. I was willing to bet that Angie would be a willing participant in a trio with another woman given the chance and enough coaxing. I didn't know how I could possibly get that to happen this trip (none of the bi women from the office that I had been with were at this meeting). This one might have to wait. But I figured between shaving and a new sex toy, Angie and I might be able to cook up some serious fun. My morning meeting went quickly. As noon approached, I noted that I hadn't seen Angie. This seemed rather odd, given her willingness to hunt me down the day before. I rang her room but got no answer. By the time the hotel operator came back on the line, I had decided not to leave a message. I would be in a meeting with her that afternoon and we could make our plans then. Besides, tonight was our last night in New York, and I had things to do to get ready. I looked through the Yellow Pages and found a sex shop near the hotel. Three blocks later, I was standing in front of a large display case full of plastic peckers of all shapes, sizes and abilities. A short, blonde woman came over and asked if she could help me. I told her that I had never shopped for a vibrator before (which was true) and needed some advice. "Well, is it for you or someone else?" she asked matter-of-factly. "For a friend," I said, instantly realizing how dumb that must sound. "A girlfriend," I added, trying to at least think straight. "Well what did you have in mind?" she asked. I explained as best I could that I wanted to purchase a toy for a very frustrated young woman who hadn't had much experience with men. She made some suggestions, pulling out several models and turning them on, letting them dance around on the counter. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a touch uncomfortable there. Here was a pretty young woman casually handling vibrators and dildos that ranged in length and breadth from the tiny to the unbelievably large. I was getting rather turned on while she was handling these sex toys as though hawking fish - turning them over, holding them up for me to examine. There were the hard plastic kind, the jellied kind, the kind you could fill with warm water. There were pink ones, and peach colored ones, and black ones. Some were smooth and bullet-like, others were more anatomically correct with a discernible head, veins and balls. I finally settled on a model that was nearly as long as my own dick, but not as thick. It was roughly shaped like a penis, with a thicker head and a base that looked like a big, tight scrotum. It had a rather powerful motor in it, which was surrounded by a hard plastic case. Over this case was a jellied sort of sleeve that had some give to it. It came highly recommended from one of the other sales clerks - a tall brunette with incredible blue eyes - who had one "just like it at home" and loved it. She said that it felt more like the real thing than anything else she'd tried. I was about to ask politely for a demonstration when I glanced at my watch and noticed that I had 10 minutes to beat it back to the hotel and get into my afternoon meeting. Almost as an afterthought, I picked out a pair of red, crotchless panties that were trimmed in black lace. At least Angie would have one pair of undies that showed off her newly shorn cunt. I hurriedly paid for Angie's new toy and lingerie and, stuffing them into my briefcase, raced back to the hotel. I barged into the meeting just as it was starting but I took the opportunity to glance around the room for Angie as I apologized for being late. She was sitting in the back of the room and gave me a huge, silly grin as our eyes met. I could tell just by looking at her that she was hornier than hell. It was going to be a long afternoon for both of us, I thought to myself. The meeting was relatively interesting, and since it touched on some of the stuff I worked on, I got to talk quite a bit. Things went very well, and a couple of the other attendees closed the meeting by inviting me to dinner that night. I begged off politely, citing other plans, and they gave up rather easily. Most of the people had filed out of the room when Angie sidled up to me wearing that goofy grin again. "Geez, I thought you had left or something when you weren't here on time," she said. "I was just about to call your room when you showed up." "Why would you be so concerned about my whereabouts?" I asked half in jest. "You know I wouldn't miss another evening in New York with you for anything." Angie just beamed. I could tell she was looking forward to tonight as much as I was. I told her that I really wanted to go upstairs and get washed up and changed before I saw her, and suggested that she go up and take a nice hot bath to relax. "Relax?" she laughed. "I haven't relaxed in almost three days. I played with myself all night. The only thing that's going to make me relax is that fat dick of yours," she whispered. I glanced around quickly to see if anyone else was still in the room. Luckily, we were alone and the door to the meeting room was closed. I took the opportunity to run my hand up under Angie's skirt and felt the warm wetness between her legs. She was definitely ready. "Ooh," she cooed into my ear as her hand grabbed the tumescent thickness of my cock through my pants. "Let's go upstairs now." "No, you get that bath first," I said, flicking my index finger across her erect clit in time to my words. I could plainly feel her hard little member through her underwear. Her breathing fell into rhythm with my flicking digit on her button. "Okay," she said. "But be at my door at six. Got it?" "Sure thing," I said, picking up my briefcase and heading for the door. "Hey," Angie called from behind me as I reached the door. I turned around, and Angie lifted up the front of her dress, and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of those big panties, pulled them down almost to her knees, revealing that thick, black bush that I planned on pruning that evening. "Don't be late. I wouldn't want to have to start without you," she cooed. "Don't worry," I said, placing my hand on the door. "You'd better get dressed again before somebody comes by and sees you like that." With that I opened the door just enough to squeeze through and went up to my room. Once inside, I realized that I had a raging hardon. I guess the sight of Angie's wild snatch had got to me. Anyway, I decided I had better get a shower and changed before I went up to her room. Once again, I followed my tumescent member into the bathroom. Showered and dressed in some casual clothes, I stood in front of Angie's door at exactly six, the paper bag containing her new plaything, the wicked underwear, some shaving gel, and a razor in hand. I had knocked only twice when the door swung open, her head coming from around behind it. "Get in here now," she giggled reaching for my arm and pulling me in. As she closed the door behind me, I saw why she had hidden behind the door - she was naked. Her nipples stood straight out, begging for attention, and I could make out the faint musk of her cunt in the air. "God, I'm horny," she hissed, no on her knees in front of me, her hands busy at my belt buckle. Suddenly she stopped. "What's that?" she asked, reaching for the bag I held. She got a funny look on her face, but I didn't think she had a clue as to its contents. "Not so fast, lady," I said, holding the bag out of her reach. "It's a surprise - one you'll have to bargain for." "Bargain for?" she laughed. "Is there an echo in here?" I asked. "Look, if you want what's in this bag, you and I need to come to a little understanding." "Um..., okay," she hesitated. I honestly thought at the time she expected something else - like I was going to ask her to marry me or something. The look on her face changed from utter confusion to one of profound relief when I told her that she could have what was in the bag if she let me do something first. "Okay," she said, still sounding a little perplexed. "What do I have to do?" "Go in the bathroom and hop up on the counter," I said, trying to hold back a grin that I was sure would give myself away. I followed her into the bathroom, and she wiggled that broad ass onto the counter next to the sink. I put the bag down on the floor and reached for a washcloth. "Spread 'em," I said, kneeling between her knees and running the washcloth under hot water. Angie's knees parted, and I had a clear shot at that tangle of underbrush. I began massaging her crotch hair with the hot, moist washcloth, and she began moaning and grinding her mound forward to meet the hot, wet pressure. Soon, between the water and her own juices, her cunt hair was sopping. I reached into the bag and produced the shaving gel. Angie's eyes got as big as baseballs. "Holy shit!" she gasped, finally understanding her part of the bargain. "You're not going to...?" "Give the lady a cigar!" I laughed, setting the can next to her left thigh. "Now, have you got some scissors around here?" She didn't, and I ended up giving her pussy a preliminary trim with the scissors on my Swiss army knife - the old Eagle Scout that I am, I was prepared. It took a while, but she was sitting completely still, as if the whole idea of getting her cunt shaved was still sinking in and stunning her a little bit. Soon she was down to stubble, and I applied the washcloth for a second time. "That feels funny," she whispered, "kinda prickly." "We'll take care of that next," I said, squirting a blob of shaving gel into my palm. As I dabbed the gel onto the shadow of her public triangle and worked it into a lather, Angie's breathing became increasingly labored. I could tell that, despite her initial shock, she was beginning to get into this. I stopped the sink and began to run hot water into the basin. Taking the razor from the bag, I swished it around, heating it up. At the first touch of steal to skin, Angie gasped, jumping just a little. "Hold very still," I cautioned. "This is sharp." "No shit," she whispered nervously. I started at the top of her triangle and worked my way toward her slit. That part was relatively easy. I had to keep telling myself to concentrate since I had a raging erection in my pants by this time. Just the thought of that bald cunt was enough to almost bring me to a come. I had to keep moving her legs around to get the right angle once I got to the lips. She was juicing so copiously by now that I had to keep toweling her off to get a good hold on her labia, pulling them tight so I didn't catch any skin with the blade. I had her grab herself behind the knees and pull her feet up over her head leaning back against the mirror to get the last little section between the base of her slit and her ass hole. Once she was shaved clean, I used the washcloth to wipe away any remnants of the gel. As soon as it brushed her clit, she started to come, her damp ass squeaking around on the smooth countertop as she gyrated in her most private of spasm. "I know you've got some lotion around her someplace," I said once she'd settled down. "Just tell me where it is and I will get it for you." "In my bag on top in the closet," she responded, her eyes glued to her newly shaved mound. I grabbed the bag off the bathroom floor and walked out into the bedroom. I stashed the bag under the bed for safe-keeping and returned to the bathroom. There she stood, in front of the mirror, her attention focused on the now-bare mound between her legs. Her pink clit protruded noticeably from between the swollen lips. I stood and watched as Angie ran her big, skinny hands over her flat chest, her jutting nipples, her pale, flat belly down to her smooth snatch. She turned slightly this way and that, admiring her new do. I think she was still a little shocked. "Here's the lotion," I said, handing it to her. "I'll let you apply it. In fact, I think I would like to see that very much." I led her into the bedroom and gently pushed her back onto the bed. She just sat there for a minute looking at me, waiting to see if I was going to do anything. I turned and walked to a chair opposite the bed, sat down and told her to begin applying the lotion. She rocked back on her haunches and, positioning the tube over her crotch, deposited a fat dollop of lotion where her pubic hair had earlier formed its dark delta. She put the tube down and began using both hands to rub the stuff in. The skin on her deforested mound was pearly white, and the lotion only made it more so. Soon her entire pubic area was slick with goo, the lotion mingled with her own juices, and her hands began straying from her newly shorn area to the more sensitive, internal areas. Angie was really putting on quite a show now, some fingers busy with her straining clit while others buried themselves in her slick vagina, pumping furiously toward a sloppy climax. Angie suddenly sucked in a deep breath and arched her back up off the bed, her left hand slamming into her hole. "Oh, oh, oh, fu-u-uck!" she gasped. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and smiled at me invitingly, her hands still gently caressing her snatch. "C'mon over here and give me that fat cock of yours," she pleaded, motioning at the bulge in my pants "Okay," I said, "but first you have to lay back and close your eyes. Your surprises aren't over yet." Angie did as she was told, laying back with her knees hanging over the end of the bed, thighs parted in anticipation. I stood up and removed my clothes, watching her carefully to make sure she wasn't peeking. I approached the bed and knelt between her knees, moving her hands away from her cunt. I reached under the bed and pulled the vibrator from its bag. This was going to be fun. "Still not peeking, I hope," I said, raising the tip of the vibrator up to her waiting gash. "'Cause here comes your surprise." I moved up like I was going to put my cock into her, but I put the tip of the vibrator at the entrance to her cunt. "Ooh, it's cold," she said, her eyes still closed. "The better to fuck you with, my dear," I said, inserting the power tool deep into her and turning it on all the way to high at the same time. Angie's eyes shot open and she tried to sit up, surprised by the device's throbbing. She clapped her hands down over the end of the device and started laughing in a nervous way as I stepped back and sat in the chair again, my dick standing fully at attention. "Go ahead," show me how your new toy works," I said. She was blushing deeply now, giggling nervously, torn between the strong desires to pull the thing out and forget about it and to fulfill herself. She gave in to the first impulse, withdrawing the buzzing probe and holding it up to examine it at length (!). "Where'd you... where'd you get this?" she giggled, running a hand along it's humming length. "I went dildo shopping for you this morning," I said. "That's why I was almost late for our meeting." She just sat there and stared at the device, holding it by the balls/base and turning it this way and that, the toy glistening with Angie's cunt juices. Then, slowly, as though she was giving in to some deep desire, she began running the tip of the big dong around her nipples, and down her tummy. Soon she was running the vibe up and down the insides of her thighs, moaning softly as the appliance whirred its approval. A couple minutes of this, and the vibrator was deep in Angie's nether crevice. As she pumped the gadget in and out of her sopping hole with her left hand, her right index and middle fingers busied themselves with her clit. In no time, Angie had brought herself to two more orgasms, and was well on the way to a third. My dick was drooling copious amounts of precum at this little show. You know, there are few things in life sexier to me than a woman (preferably an innocent - or at least prim and proper) giving herself pleasure, and Angie was fulfilling several of my more prurient interests at once here. I decided I had better do something about my raging erection, so I stood up and walked over to the bed. Angie was in another world, moaning and rolling slightly on the bed as her new toy worked its wonders deep within her. I straddled her sweaty torso and positioned the tip of my dick at her mouth. Immediately, her tongue and lips moved to engulf my member, sucking heartily at it. I suggested we move to a more comfortable position, and we ended up in a 69, with my dick in her mouth as I worked her plaything in and out of her sloppy snatch. Soon Angie had her next orgasm - a real gusher. Her thighs (and my face) were slick with her goo as she continued to slurp at my cock. After just a few minutes of this treatment, I felt my balls tighten and a rush of cum go shooting up the length of my shaft, filling her mouth with my seed. This brought her off yet again. My cock was still hard as iron and, despite my climax, I still felt ready to go. I scooted out from under Angie and skinned on a rubber. I handed her the vibrator, knelt behind her and plunged into her doggie style. She yelped with pleasure as I buried all nine and a half inches of my fat dick inside her and began pounding hard, my balls slapping her mons as she ran the tip of the vibe around her clit. She had the toy turned up as high as it would go, and I could feel the vibrations all the way at the back of her cunt. She was really going to town with that thing as I slammed into her again and again, her juices squooshing out around the base of my dong. As the vibrations continued, I got a very wicked idea. Reaching under and grabbing the vibrator away from her, I positioned the tip of it on her puckered little ass hole. "Oh (grunt), I (slap) don't (uhng) know (grunt) about (squish) thi-i- is (grunt)," she moaned as I continued my banging from behind. I knew about this, and I began pushing slowly and steadily, the vibrator inching its way into her rectum, lubricated by the juices that had run down the crack of her ass during her protracted masturbatory session. Inch by inch of the toy disappeared into her bung hole, and I felt the bulge with my cock as the droning dong invaded her bowels. The feeling of Angie's tight quim combined with the seven inches or so of the vibrator plugging her ass is indescribable. Angie liked it too, because she immediately began coming hard, screaming with each spasm. This got me going, and I felt a come building. I pulled out of her cunt and yanked the rubber off, flipping her over on her back, the vibrator still in her ass, I moved up to her mouth so she could receive my second load of the evening. Sure enough, I came buckets, my jizz overflowing her so-recently virgin mouth and running down her cheek. As soon as she had swallowed what she could of my seed, I gently rolled her over onto her tummy and began extricating the vibrator from her ass. Feeling like King Arthur pulling Excalibre from the stone, I grasped the thing by the balls and slowly and smoothly pulled it from her. As the "head" cleared her sphincter, Angie let out another cry - her fifth orgasm. Well, I guess it goes without saying that we fucked up a storm that evening, Angie couldn't get enough of my cock (as usual) and was rather reluctant to stop using her new toy until early the next morning. As I got dressed to go pack, I presented her with her new crotchless panties. Angie gave me a little fashion show with her new undies, after which, of course, I had to have another blow job