Message-ID: <18817eli$9901220120@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/18817.txt> From: okieram@telepath.com Subject: A "Farrell" Story (Late for Dinner) Chapter 40: Goodnight, Sweetheart (S&M Family fun, career choices) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to <news@dejanews.com> using -f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <76okum$b3i$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Your comments, criticisms, and evil/sexy/comical plot ideas are always welcome. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is for adults over the age of 18 only and contains Strong Sexual Content and Convoluted Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of satirical sexual fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was legal or physically possible. If you are under the age of 18 or reside in a state (or alt.state) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this right now. I mean it!!!!!! Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< copyright 1998-99 by M Quayle (a pseudonym) All rights reserved. Do not repost or post without permission of author. New chapters are posted regularly to alt.torture, alt.sadistic, alt.sex.stories & alt.sex.stories.moderated. You can check the DejaNews archive for back chapters and find complete story in the alt.sex.stories.moderated archive at www.qz.to/erotica/assm (December 1998 & January 1999 files). Late for Dinner Chapter 40: Goodnight, Sweetheart Kathy could hear the crickets singing through her bed room window as she wrapped herself around Christi. “It was really sweet of your mom to let Becky and Kim stay at your place until Billy’s birthday.” “Mom’s really happy to have the company,” Christi snuggled close. “I think she gets a little lonely on the nights we stay over here. And,” she smiled sleepily, “she’ll enjoy having a little house slave for a few days.” “I can’t imagine being a widow and not being owned by anyone,” Kathy mused. “Why hasn’t she let someone buy her? I know she has plenty of boyfriends.” “I’m sure she will when the right one comes along,” Christi said wistfully, “but she and Dad really had something special. They were high school sweethearts and he saved all the money from his paper route to buy her when they graduated.” “How romantic,” Kathy nuzzled Christi’s brown mane which always smelled like roses. “You’ve never told me what happened.” “It was almost four years ago. Mom and Dad popped my cherries at my birthday party, then he left on a business trip and was killed in a plane crash.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” Kathy stoked her beloved’s shoulder. “And you guys have been on your own ever since?” “Yeah, but Dad left me a trust fund and Mom’s really popular,” Christi was fighting off the sleep fairy. “She probably does eight or nine guys a night, so we do all right.” “You have a trust fund?” Kathy teased gently, “you mean I’m marrying an heiress?” “Yup, you’re not the only rich girl in this bed,” Christi stretched. “Still, I don’t want to end up like one of those awful snobs who lie around the country club and think they’re cool just because they got gang banged at some boring old investment banker’s party or something.” “Yeah, that’s not my scene either. I want to work, not just Junior League stuff like Mommy,” Kathy fantasized, “but real work, you know, like being a sexretary or a streetwalker or, maybe, a sex therapist like Mrs. Potter.” “My cousin Donna is a streetwalker,” Christi replied drowsily, “she works in Brentwood. It’s really neat. The neighborhood recruits the top girls to walk there to help reduce crime.” “Huh?” “Well, police officers and business-types are always cruising by on their coffee-breaks and that keeps the burglars away,” Christi yawned. “Plus, the housewives like it ‘cause they can just walk out the front door and wave someone down when they want to get laid.” “Yeah, but doesn’t that cut into her profits?” “Oh, she doesn’t charge her customers.” Christi was definitely drifting off now. “The neighborhood association pays her to make it look safe and friendly because that’s what drives up property values.” “That’s definitely cool,” Kathy could feel Christi’s breathing soften and her muscles relax. “Goodnight, Sweetheart,” she whispered. “You, too,” Christi murmured as she slipped off to dreamland. “Kathy?” “Yes, Darling?” “Can I borrow your anal lube? I’m out and I want to be ready for my wake up call.” “Sure,” Kathy chuckled to herself, “I keep it on the night stand.” “Okay, I’ll find it.” “Now, go to sleep, little Torture Mouse.” -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>