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 ny 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 bsolutely 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 nd 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 round, 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 hard-
on. 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 ttention, 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 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
nd her own juices, her cunt hair was sopping. I reached into the bag
nd 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, s if the whole idea of getting her cunt shaved was still
sinking in nd stunning her a little bit. Soon she was down to stubble,
and I pplied 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 nything. I turned and walked to a chair opposite the bed, sat down
nd 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,
nd 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 pproached 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 long 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
nd 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 nd 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 ll 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 bout 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 Excalibur 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 nother 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