Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: wpatrick@ix.netcom.com (Patrick Wyborny)
Subject:  The Writer
Date: 4 Nov 1995 21:36:07 GMT

			       The Writer

	One day at the office, one of the young women I work with
approached me with a request. Since she is particularly attractive, I
paid close attention. She started, "You're a writer, will you write me
a story?"

	I reminded her, "I'm a technical writer, not a fiction
writer."

	"Yes, that's what I said, 'a writer', will you write a story
for me?"

	I tried to explain the differences but it was a lost cause.
Eventually, I asked what kind of story. She explained, "A nasty story,
full of lucid sex."

	I had never seen that side of her before and was quite
surprised. I asked for clarification. She explained, "My husband and I
like to read dirty books and watch porno movies. A story about me
would really excite him. Do you think you could do it?"

	I had to admit that I was not familiar with that genre and
didn't think I could do a good job. She pulled a book and two short
stories from her purse and gave them to me. She announced that those
items were examples of the stuff she wanted. I spent some time looking
them over and got an idea what she was talking about, filth.

	The two stories were very poorly written and had many
grammatical errors, so bad it took more than one reading of a few
passages to understand what was being said. The book wasn't too bad. I
make mistakes too but at least I review my work and usually have
someone else look it over too. She had crap.

	I told her I would think it over and would get back to her. A
few hours later I decided I could do no worse than her samples and
would give it a try. I said, "You know, if I'm going to be accurate
I'll need some information from you."

	She seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood and joyfully
asked, "Like what?"

	"Like: what do you do when you climax, are you a screamer,
things like that."

	She looked thoughtful then answered, "That's hard to answer,
it's different depending on variables."

	"Why don't you fake an orgasm for me right now?"

	"Here?"

	"Why not?"

	She answered, "Someone might hear me."

	She was right, especially if she was a screamer. I suggested,
"Why don't you come over to my house and demonstrate after work
today?"

	She quickly agreed that was a good solution. A short while
later I said, "I'll need to see you naked, of course."

	She looked at me wide eyed and asked, "Why?"

	"So I can be accurate. You don't want me describing someone
else do you?"

	She realized I was right and answered, "No. It needs to me
accurate."

	After work she followed me home. I offered her a drink and
suggested we get right to work. While I was setting up my video camera
she asked, "Why the camera?"

	I responded, "I'll need to refer to the images several times.
This way you don't have to come back, I just have to review the tape."

	She bought it and downed her drink. I suggested, "Probably the
best way to start is for you to take off your clothes."

	I turned on the camera and recorded her every move. She
unbuttoned her blouse and laid it on the arm of the couch, then her
slacks. She looked exceptionally sexy standing there in her bra and
panties. Her breasts were quite small, but she had a great ass. She
unsnapped the front of her bra and let it fall, then she inched down
her thin lace panties. She was totally exposed to me and the camera.

	Her titties were cone shaped with no hint of sag and her
nipples poked out, straight at my mouth. Her bush was fine and silky,
like a young teenager, and hardly covered her pussy lips. I got in
close for a good view of her titties, then lower for her bush. I came
back away and asked her to turn around. She made slow movements.

	I suggested she start with her orgasm demonstration. She
walked into the bedroom, laid down on the bed, propped herself up with
the pillows, and started in on herself. Obviously, she was going to
masturbate to orgasm. As she fondled, kneaded, poked and pinched, I
watched through the camera. I was frozen by her sexiness. Eventually,
she blasted off. She threw her head back and sounded like she was
gagging. She held her back high for almost a whole minute, then
collapsed. I was breathless.

	Finally, I said, "That was really great, but what I wanted
was: how you orgasm when a man is inside you."

	She fought to catch her breath then said, "OK. That's next. I
had to get in the mood first."

	Eventually, she said, "OK, I'm ready."

	She spread her legs and held her arms around some invisible
lover. She started humping her hips and thrashing her head back and
forth. Her breathing came in gasps and her voice became short chirps.
Shortly, she stopped. She said, "It's no use. I can't do it alone.
Take off your shirt and lay on me."

	I found that hard to believe but did it anyway. My cock had
been hard since she removed her blouse and it showed no signs of going
down. I hoped she wouldn't be offended by it. I laid between her legs
and she started humping again, then stopped. She said, "Do you mind
taking off your pants? I feel them on my legs and the effect is lost."

	I knew she had felt my cock so that wouldn't be any surprise
to her. I pulled my pants off, and socks, and laid back between her
naked thighs. I was very tempted to rape her. She started up again
and said, "Hump me, please."

	I started but quickly realized I was going to pop if I kept it
up. I decided to scoot down lower and see if that was better. She
grabbed my head and pushed my face against one of her tits. I went
right to work. Her tittie was firm and warm, and I could almost get
the entire thing in my mouth, but her nipples were what I needed to
work on. I rolled each between my teeth and flicked them with my
tongue. She was twisting and humping again. Her breathing took on a
sound of desperation, rapid, deep, and broken, like she was starving.
After a while, she pushed my head lower.

	I found my face planted in her crotch, which was already wet.
My tongue lashed out and licked up her sweet juices. I could feel her
pussy pulsing to the beat of her rapidly pounding heart. I found her
clit and flicked it back and forth. Her hips twitched and pressed
against my face. Through her erratic breathing, she managed to say,
"Please, finish me. I have to have you."

	I pulled off my shorts and climbed up. As I pointed my cock at
her hungry hole, she grabbed my waist and pulled me to her. Her
breathing was far from normal, it was gasping and irregular, obviously
starving for me. I lowered myself and slipped my cock down her love
tunnel. Her eyes widened and air escaped from her lungs. I hit bottom
and her legs wrapped around me and pulled me deeper. I started pumping
and she started making the small chirps again.

	The harder I pumped, the louder her noises became. Soon, she
responded to my pumping with grunts as I repeatedly hit bottom. Her
head thrashed about and periodically she managed a sound that almost
sounded like a word, but not quite. She bucked and pushed against me
and her arms and legs were pulling me deeper. It was as if she was
trying to crush me. Finally, she pushed hard against me, tightened her
body and let loose with one long squeal. The pressure on my cock was
more than I could stand. My balls exploded and shot my juices deep
inside her cunt.

	We both lasted at our peak for what seemed like hours, merging
our bodies into one. Eventually, we collapsed. Our sweat merged into
one pool on her belly and it dripped down her side. I waited a long
time to pull out. As I did, I licked as much of her surface area as I
could reach. Our sweat was intoxicating. I fell over on my back and we
both were quiet for a long time. Finally, she asked, "Is that enough
footage for your research?"

	I kissed her and she ran for the bathroom. I heard her take a
shower. A few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom looking for
her clothes. She dressed. I finally remembered to turn off the camera.
As she walked out the door she said, "Make sure you let me know if you
need more data for your story."

				* * *

	The following day at the office, she walked up to me and asked
how the story was coming along.

	I admitted that I needed more time to work on it. That was
almost a month ago and I'm ready to give her the story. I wonder how
she'll like it, What do you think?