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THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you are 
offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or unnatural 
sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this type of 
material is illegal where you are, don't read any further.

This is a fantasy.  You will have to loosen your clench on 
reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in which 
physical acts and human responses are not limited to, nor 
necessarily based in, reality.  Some acts and responses in 
this story may be physically impossible and/or 
physiologically improbable.  

Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this 
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful; 
gorgeous, even.  Gravity has not caused their breasts to 
droop nor have wrinkles creased their unblemished faces.  
The men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls.  
They can get it up and keep it up often and at will.  In 
this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs, morals, 
or unwanted pregnancies; and guilt is a four-letter word.  
But most important of all, no amount of strength of 
character, courage of convictions or moral beliefs stand a 
chance against an erotic stimulus.  This can be as benign as 
an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle or as stimulating as 
a whipping on the genitals.  

For those of you who didn’t understand the preceding 
statements, GO AWAY!

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment of 
consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the things 
described in this story.  You will injure yourself or your 
partner.  Or be arrested, or shot by her father....

If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY!  This story will 
burn your eyeballs and fry your brain. 

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where 
you are, GO AWAY!

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for any 
disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that results 
from reading this story.  If you don’t, GO AWAY!

You have been warned!

If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on a 
<free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for it. 

So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy the 
story!....? 

NightShade


















Mr. Walter’s Helper

by NightShade

(FF, MF, oral, vaginal, anal, light bd, light sm, rom)


12/96, revised 6/99


Chapter 3

Elmer got up from his desk as he heard Suzy coming down the 
back stairs to work.  He went to the door and opened it up.

“Suzy,” he called out.  “Come in here for a moment.”

Suzy walked into his cramped office and sat down on the edge 
of the uncomfortable chair in his office.  She looked 
nervous and scared.  She had never held a position this long 
without being fired, and she just knew that Mr. Walters was 
going to fire her now.  It had been over two weeks!  She 
didn’t know what she had done wrong, but she must have done 
something.  She always did.

She just couldn’t lose this one, she shouted to herself.  
She liked this job.  She didn’t have to work with a lot of 
people, she didn’t have to see her mean old aunt, and she 
had discovered she liked working with pictures.  She 
especially like Elmer, er, Mr. Walters.  He was so kind and 
patient with her.  He made her kind of tingle inside when he 
looked at her like he did sometimes when he thought she 
wasn’t looking, and although she didn’t understand it, she 
enjoyed those feelings and the attention he paid her.  She 
would do anything to keep her job.  Anything!

“Suzy, one of the models for scheduled for tonight called 
in and canceled.  I’m really in a bind as the other two are 
on their way already.  Would you be a trouper and help me 
out?”  Elmer started.

Surprised and relieved, Suzy said, “Sure, anything.  Would 
you like me to call another model?  Do you want me to get 
the props set up?  Do you…”

Elmer raised his hands and stopped the barrage of questions 
coming from the eager young girl.  He wasn’t sure of the 
reason for her sudden eagerness, and he didn’t really care 
right now.  He was going to take advantage of it if he 
could, however.

“No, no.  I thought you might want to try out the other 
side of the camera for a change.  You know, as a model.  I 
could really use you as one of the models tonight.  You have 
the right coloring to work out real well…”  

He kind of left the offer hanging, wondering what she would 
do.

A look of surprise and bewilderment came over her face.  

“He wants to take pictures of me!  But I’m not pretty 
enough.  I’ll ruin the shots with those other beautiful 
girls in them.”  Her agonizing thoughts were racing through 
her mind and were portrayed across her face for him to read.

“Uh-h-h, I don’t know…, I mean, I never have…, I mean, do 
you really mean it?  Do you really want to put me in the 
pictures?” she asked finally.

Elmer nodded.

“Yes, and I wanted you to try on a few things first to see 
if everything fits OK.  I had to guess at your size.”  He 
handed her a hanger with several filmy pieces of lingerie on 
it.

She accepted the hanger without really seeing the clothes.

“You can change in the models’ dressing room tonight, Suzy.  
Why don’t you go and change now.  Then come on out and we’ll 
start your make-up before the others get there.  Then you 
can do them.”

Suzy’s head was spinning and her heart was pounding.  She 
was thrilled.  She had never even hoped to dream of 
something like this.  She walked to the dressing room in a 
daze.  It wasn’t until she was in there that she saw the 
skimpy clothes and gave a small gasp.

“Oh no!,” she wailed to herself.  “I can’t go out there 
in that.  You can see everything.”

Angrily she stilled her own objections.  She had to do this.  
She had agreed, and besides, she wanted to keep her job.  
Inside of her, there was this nasty little voice that urged 
her on.  It made her tingle inside as she listened to that 
tiny whisper.

She slipped out of her clothes and hung them in the locker.  
She also took off her plain white bra and let it fall from 
her arms.  Her tits bounced saucily in their freedom, the 
rosy caps ending in pert little nipples.  She had never 
acted or felt so naughty.  Why, if the other models came in 
now, they would be able to see her bare boobies!  

She picked up the filmy bra on the hanger Elmer had given 
her and settled it over her shoulders.  It looked a little 
small, but the fabric was stretchy.  She leaned forward and 
settled her breasts into the half cups of the bra and 
fastened the front clasp.  It was more than just a little 
small for her and her tits bulged out over the top of the 
cups, with her nipples clearly visible just below the edge 
of the fabric.  Elmer had guessed just right.

She adjusted the straps so that they were as comfortable as 
possible and looked at her image in the mirror.  The bra 
pushed her big firm tits up and together so that it looked 
like she had miles of cleavage.  She waggled her shoulders 
and watched the tit flesh jiggle inside their confines.  It 
did look sexy.

The next thing she put on were the thigh-high stockings.  
She had never worn nylons or pantyhose much, and she 
struggled to get them on.  The tiny hairs of her legs 
squiggled around under the translucent fabric.

“Oh dear, I should have shaved my legs,” she muttered.

The matching panties to the bra were next.  She had never 
seen anything so small.  As she slid them up her thighs, her 
hands were shaking.  She didn’t want to rip the thin fabric.  
The tiny thin thong back slid into the crack of her perky 
little ass.  The small patch of fabric in the front showed 
the hair of her dark bush on both sides and over the top.

Tears began to trickle down her cheeks.  She was a failure, 
a fraud.  She was sure she wasn’t good enough.  Elmer and 
the other models would laugh at her.  Her fear of failure 
completely overshadowed any embarrassment she may have had.

Elmer heard the soft wailing coming from the dressing room 
and misunderstood the reason for it.  He was certain that he 
had pushed her too far with the skimpy outfit, but he knew 
she had seen other models in similar costumes.  Thus, he was 
unprepared for her appearance in the dressing room doorway 
with just a short robe around her.  

Her cheeks were still streaked with tears.  She looked at 
him fearfully.  

“I don’t fit.  I’m not good enough to be a model.  Please, 
please, don’t be mad at meeee,” she burst out, and started 
to wail.

Elmer walked over to her and took her into his arms.  He 
patted her back comfortingly.

“There, there, there.  It’s OK.  It will be all right,” he 
comforted her.  “Let’s take a look and see what the problem 
is, OK?”

He took her by the hand and led her over to the make-up 
station.  He gently loosened the belt of the robe and let it 
fall open.  He caught his breath.  

“God, what a body!,”  he exclaimed to himself as he 
examined her closely.

The bulging breasts were quivering with the tiny sobs of the 
young girl.  Through the thin fabric of the garment he could 
clearly make out the pink aureoles and the unaroused red 
nipples.  His prick started to rise, but he controlled his 
lustful urges.  With difficulty.  Letting his gaze drift 
down her body from her tits, he sighted across her smooth 
belly accented with a tiny navel.  A little lower, he saw 
the cause of her distress.  The soft curls of her dark pubic 
hair escaped all around the tiny triangle of the panties.

Reaching down, he fingered the curls lightly.  

“Is this what’s bothering you?”, he asked.  

She nodded.  Tiny bumps popped up all over her skin.  The 
familiar gesture he had made had sent an unfamiliar, but 
very welcome thrill up her spine.  She didn’t trust her 
voice to answer him, so she had just nodded.  The wonderful 
tingling in her cunny made her want to rub her thighs 
together to itch it and her nipples started to harden.  They 
began to poke clearly through the light fabric of the bra.

“We can fix that.  Sit down in the chair.,” he told her.

She obeyed him without a word.

He turned to face the make-up table, both to hide the 
growing bulge in his pants and the wide grin on his face.  
He needed to be clinical in his actions the next couple of 
minutes and the sight of this near naked girl didn’t help.  
And she would be a lot more naked in a moment.

He collected the things he needed and turned and adjusted 
some levers on the chair she was sitting in.

Reaching towards her with both hands, he grasped the waist 
band of the panties.

“Up,” he said.

Automatically, she raised her hips to allow him to strip off 
her panties.  Immediately, she covered her mound with both 
hands.

He pretended not to notice as he busied himself with her 
feet.

Lifting first one and then the other, he placed her feet in 
a stirrups arrangement that spread them just a little.  Soon 
he would adjust them further apart.  Really far apart.  This 
would allow him to have open access to her vaginal area.  He 
placed a low stool and sat down right in front of her.  A 
gentle nudge on her knees and she automatically spread them 
apart for him.  He grinned to himself.

Grabbing her hips lightly, he urged her forward until her 
ass cheeks rested on the edge of the chair.

“There we go.  That should do.,” he said as matter-of-
factly as he could.

“Mr. Walters,” she quavered, “What are you doing?  I’m a 
nice girl.  Nobody has ever seen me down there.  I don’t 
want you to do this.  Pleeeese.”

“Sssshhhhush.  Now Suzy, be quiet!,” he interrupted her 
pleading.  “This is something all models have to do.  It’s 
just part of the job.  I want you to watch what I do very 
carefully, because I want you to be able to do this to the 
other two models coming in tonight if they need any help.  
That’s all part of your job, too.  Watch close.”

He took her hands in his, and gently, but firmly placed them 
on the arms of the chair.  Her exposed cunt was slightly 
opened by the wide-spread position of her legs and he could 
just make out the first beads of moisture on some of the 
cunt hairs.  Taking a deep breath, he spread the stirrups as 
far apart as he could.  Her pussy lips gaped open shyly.  
Her face was beet red.

“Now keep your hands out of the way.”

His hands trembled as he thought of the number of models he 
had fucked in this chair in this same position.  And next 
was Suzy.  Soon.  Not tonight, but soon.  He had never raped 
one yet, but God, was she going to be tight.

“Soon,” he thought, “Soon.”

He picked up a comb and a pair of scissors.  Carefully, he 
combed through the hair covering her mound.  Then, he began 
to clip the longer hairs until the whole patch consisted of 
hairs about one quarter to one half inch long.  He 
meticulously brushed the cut hairs off her skin.

Suzy was going crazy.  “This is wrong,” her mind screamed, 
and just as loudly, her body screamed back, “Shut up, 
silly.  It feels toooooo good to stop!”  Her breathing 
quickened and she was having trouble keeping her hips still.  
Her cunny was tingling and itching something fierce and she 
wanted nothing more than to scratch it with something, 
anything.  Something big and long and hard.

Elmer reached back and picked up a small electric razor.  
This wasn’t really necessary to the process of trimming her, 
but he could almost always manipulate the vibrating tool up 
against the model’s clit and push her over the top.  Suzy 
was so innocent, he had no idea what effect this humming 
little gadget would have on her when he was done.

He trimmed the top of the patch down well below the 
waistline of the panties she had worn.  Next, he trimmed the 
hair in on one side and then the other, occasionally bumping 
the top of her cuntal slit with the razor.  Each bump 
brought a gasp from the now squirming girl, and an 
occasional squeak, but not a word or motion of resistance 
from her.  When he first pressed the razor down lightly and 
then more firmly against her pubic bone, in an alleged 
attempt to get a straight cut across the top of the patch, 
she began to push back up against his hand.  Then she began 
thrashing in the chair.

“OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH,” she gasped.  “Something’s 
happening to me, OH, OH, don’t stop, don’ stop.  
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH”

Elmer’s hand was suddenly very wet with the outflow of 
juices from the virginal cunt.  If he wasn’t mistaken, this 
had been her first orgasm.  The fact that she didn’t know 
what was happening to her tended to confirm this.

Picking up the shaving brush, he lathered up the now reduced 
patch and the surrounding area.  He paid particular 
attention to the trembling girl’s slit, brushing the stiff 
quills of the brush up and down several times.  Each stroke 
caused the girl to shudder and moan softly to herself.

“OK, now.  Hold still.  This is a sharp razor.,” he said 
in a dull voice that did not betray his true feelings.  He 
glanced up and caught her eyes.  He gave her a reassuring 
grin which she returned his look with a weak nod.

Elmer placed the thumb of his left hand just to one side of 
her slit and spread out his hand so that his middle finger 
prodded gently against Suzy’s anus.  She jerked at the 
unfamiliar touch at first, then groaned and pushed back on 
the finger tip.  She was totally listening to the evil 
little voice in her head now.

“Careful!,” he snapped.  “I don’t want to cut you!”

Pulling the skin of her mound tight with his left thumb, he 
brought the razor to the tender skin.  This motion also let 
him slip his thumb directly into her slit and up against her 
still aroused clitoris in an ‘accidental’ manner.  She did 
not think this was intentional and did not complain.

As he shaved her beaver, he increased the pressure on her 
clit with his thumb, moving it around and around to keep the 
skin taut under the razor.  

Suzy’s head was spinning.  Right or wrong, this felt 
wonderful.  She had long since given up any thought of 
resistance or fight.  His thumb was driving her wild.  Even 
the probing finger at her back door thrilled her, although 
she knew that was nasty and dirty.  But she thrilled at the 
touch of it back there.  And pressed back until the tip just 
poked in to her.  Really nasty.

But it was that very nastiness that heightened the tension 
of the situation and made her want more.  She was not aware 
of the feelings in her body or of the feelings she was 
arousing in his.  All she knew was that it felt good and 
that she didn’t want it to stop.

Suddenly, she began to jerk again.  The constant 
manipulation of her genitals had brought her to a climax a 
second time.  As she collapsed into the chair, her legs 
splayed obscenely, Elmer picked up a clean towel and gently 
wiped away the excess lather and the cum juice.

He had noticed the hairs on her legs during the shave and 
decided to take care of that, too.  Gently he removed the 
stockings from each leg.  Lathering and shaving each leg in 
turn allowed Suzy to gradually come down from her climactic 
peak.  Rubbing her legs with a soothing lotion was almost 
more than Elmer could stand.

Suzy did not resist anything he did to her now, but he did 
not want to scare her away.  He was now more determined than 
ever to fuck her brains out.  But the other two girls were 
due in less than 30 minutes and he still needed to do her 
make-up.

Elmer helped her put her stockings back on, taking much more 
care to get them smooth than necessary, and then slipped her 
panties back up the now silky smooth legs.  

“Stand up and let’s take a look,” he told her.

On shaky legs, she stood up.  Elmer pulled up the bottom of 
her robe to above her waist and had her spin around.  He 
made a pretext of examining her pubic area with extreme care 
and clipped a couple of non-existent hairs that he claimed 
had escaped his earlier efforts.  Her bushy thatch had been 
trimmed down to a narrow strip of short hairs, looking much 
like an arrow pointing straight at her cunt.

Observing her image in the mirror, Suzy was astonished at 
the change.  She looked sexier now than she ever had before!  
She coyly dropped the robe from one shoulder and struck a 
cheesecake pose.

“That’s the way, Suzy,” Elmer injected on her self review.  
“See?  You’ll do fine!”

Suzy colored in embarrassment, not for the first time.  Or 
the last.

“Sit down and we’ll finish your make-up.”

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

End of chapter

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