Message-ID: <5647eli$9711151457@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5647.txt> From: marcblanch@aol.com (MarcBlanch) Subject: Nancy Gets Back Ch 6/8 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <19971115125300.HAA28154@ladder01.news.aol.com> Nancy Gets Back - Ch 6 Disclaimer: This story contains adult material and themes, non- consensual sex and graphic language. It is intended for adults only. If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading this story. ___________________________________________________________ Our "hero" is a professional man who has gotten himself in trouble with Nancy and her friend Tina. He angered Nancy, who works as a receptionist for a stockbroker by ogling and generally acting typically male during a recent visit to his broker. Nancy and Tina got their revenge by tricking him into a compromising position and recording it on film. They intend to continue to humiliate him as a way of teaching him a lesson and altering his behavior towards women. ___________________________________________________________ I had been so pre-occupied with my own predicament, dressed in women’s clothing, and not much of that, out in public, scared to death that someone I knew would see me and recognize me, that I hadn’t really paid much attention to the cab driver. But now, parked in a secluded area of the shopping center parking lot, I gathered my wits enough to take a look at him. He was not old, but not young. A kind of nondescript blue collar type, average in height, a little overweight and a modest beer gut. He hadn’t shaved today and was sporting salt and pepper stubble. He hadn’t really looked me over much either since he had been driving and concentrating on the road. The thin fabric of my dress and the sheer panties I was wearing did little to contain my hard-on, but since I was sitting and the inside of the cab was illuminated only by the street lamps in the parking lot, I didn’t think the driver had figured out that I was a man in drag. If he moved his hand much further up my thigh however, the game would be up. Nancy now took over. She leaned forward and asked the driver his name. “Bill,” he grunted. I noticed that he was breathing a little deeply and squirming in his seat. Nancy suggested that he lean back and rest his arms on the seat back which he did. “Just relax and enjoy yourself Bill,” she said. “Penny is going to show you how she appreciates what a handsome man you are. Give us a good show now Penny.” I looked into the back seat to see the three of them grinning at me expectantly. I wasn’t sure what Nancy wanted me to do. I’m sure I had a puzzled look on my face. “Go on Penny dear, make Bill a happy man, if you know what’s good for you,” she added ominously. I reached over and tentatively began to stroke the driver’s chest. He sighed and closed his eyes. I began to unbutton his shirt, exposing his hairy chest. I leaned over and kissed his nipples while I continued opening his shirt. When I had all the buttons open, I pulled his shirttails out of his pants. I had no idea how far I was supposed to go with this, but I knew I couldn’t stop without permission. My only hope was that Nancy would have pity on me at some point and let me stop. It was a faint hope. Bill’s breathing was definitely getting a little ragged. He moved his hand from the back of the seat and pressed my head down towards his crotch. Instinctively, I resisted. Nancy noticed my reluctance and taunted me saying “Now Penny, don’t be shy. You know you love to suck cock. Be a good girl and give Bill what he wants.” I continued to kiss and lick his chest and belly while I undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid his zipper down. His cock pressed tightly against his cotton jockey shorts. A large wet spot shown at the tip. His cock seemed huge from up close. Much bigger than Scott’s. Nancy noticed right away and complimented Bill on his equipment. I took my face away from Bill’s chest and reached for the waistband of his pants. He lifted his hips and I slid his pants and shorts down over his hips and past his knees. He spread his knees apart and his big cocks sprung up to point directly at my face. The more I saw of that cock, the bigger it looked. Now that it was free of his pants, it seemed to swell to even greater proportions and a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Surprisingly, I noticed that my own cock was even harder than before and also leaking pre-cum. This caused a flood of mixed emotions. How could I be turned on by the idea of sucking another man’s cock? I wasn’t gay. I had no interest in men as sexual partners. It occurred to me that what was getting me hot wasn’t Bill’s cock, it was being forced to service this unknown man by Nancy and her companions. The more they abused me, the better I liked it! I leaned forward and gently licked the head of Bill’s leaking pole. I mixed my saliva with his own juices, then slowly engulfed his big piece. He was big. It was definitely more than a mouthful and I could only get about half way down before I choked. I vowed to myself to do my best for my mistress and went to work on that big old piece of meat with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. As my head bobbed up and down, Bill threw his head back and groaned with pleasure. “What a slut you are, Penny,” said Tina. “Geez.” But she wasn’t really displeased. As I worked on Bill’s cock, I felt a hand slide up my leg, lifting my skimpy dress up over my panty clad ass. Tina slipped her hand between my legs and I parted my thighs to give her better access. It never occurred to me that if Bill saw my erection, this whole scene could dissolve in an instant. I was lost in my submission and reveling in my service of my mistress. Tina reached between my legs from behind and stroked my balls through my filmy panties. The sensation was electric and I began to hump myself against her hand in rhythm with my cocksucking. Bill was nearing his climax and Tina was stroking and cupping my balls as I slurped and suck and humped away. Suddenly I felt Bill tense up in anticipation of cumming. Nancy warned me that if I spilled any of his load, I would be punished severely and I told myself I would get it all. Tina increased her ministrations and we raced towards the finish like two trains on a collision course. Bill’s first shot of cum was like a fire hose letting loose against the back of my throat. Try as I might, I was having a hard time containing it and Bill was bucking and thrusting as he came in great spurts. Then I came myself, almost without warning. The intensity of my climax took me by surprise and I opened my mouth to cry out. Of course, most of Bill’s load dribbled out my mouth, down my chin and into his lap. I didn’t realize the mistake I had made at first as I was overcome by the power of my own orgasm. Bill was now coming down from his own release and settled back into his seat. He didn’t seem concerned by the mess in his lap, but both Nancy and Tina were mightily displeased. It occurred to me now that Tina’s purpose in stroking me off was to cause just such a misdeed on my part. To make matters worse, I had discharged an enormous load of cum. My panties were soaked as was the front of my dress. I had cum on my garter belt and it was soaking down towards my stockings. I was a mess! “You asshole,” yelled Tina. “Your mistress told you not to spill, and look at Bill. He’s covered in cum. Clean him up.” I did my best to remove all of the cum I had spilled, licking, sucking and kissing away at Bill’s belly, his now shriveled cock and balls, between his legs, and even the car seat. My face was covered with his cum and my carefully applied makeup was a mess. “Look at you,” said Nancy. “You embarrass me. Get out of the car.” I was shocked. Now what? I sat up and looked around. The parking lot was pretty empty this time of night. We were a long way from anywhere, no subway stations nearby. Not much chance of catching a cab. It also occurred to me that my wallet was back in Nancy’s apartment with my money and all my identification. I didn’t have my keys with me. If they left me here alone, I could be in big trouble. I was dressed in women’s “come fuck me” clothes, with a big cum stain on the front of my dress, makeup a wreck, it was cold, I was alone. I was scared! “I told you, get out of the car,” Nancy repeated. “Do I have to get Scott to throw you out?” I didn’t see that I had much choice. I got out of the car and stood forlornly in the parking lot. Bill had pulled his pants back up and took a look at me now. It suddenly dawned on him that the blowjob he had just received had been from a man. He didn’t seem angry, just a little chagrined. Tina now reached forward and pulled the door of the cab closed. Nancy rolled down her window and beckoned my over. “You fucked up. I gave you simple instructions and you couldn’t or wouldn’t follow them. I’m leaving you here. Have a nice night.” As I stood there, rooted to the pavement, the cab drove off. Tina, Nancy and Scott were laughing and pointing at me as they sped away. I didn’t know what to do. I felt vulnerable, naked and alone. I felt used, a sex object and nothing else. It occurred to me that this is what Nancy felt like when her boss forced her to wear revealing clothes in the office for the amusement and entertainment of his clients. I had gotten the message, but now what was I supposed to do? I was still alone, in a parking lot in Queen, in the middle of the night, dressed in a stained slipdress, high heels and not much else. Continued - -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /