From velvet@znet.com Wed Aug 13 15:27:29 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-pen-4.sprintlink.net!news-pen-16.sprintlink.net!news.nysernet.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!151.164.1.5!news1.rcsntx.swbell.net!zdc-e!super.zippo.com!lotsanews.com!mr.net!newsfeed.direct.ca!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: RP: anon auth - Chia's Mind Machine 1 - chiasmc1.txt Date: Wed, 13 Aug 1997 12:27:29 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 457 Message-ID: <33F20AA1.47FF@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------D314525E1D" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------D314525E1D Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------D314525E1D Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="CHIASMC1.TXT" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="CHIASMC1.TXT" Chia's Mind Machine 1 Authors note: This was originally written in eight parts, but only 1-4 survived a disk crash. Any reader/writer is encouraged to pick the story up and write your own star-fucking chapter(s). CHIA'S MIND MACHINE Chapter One I can't begin to explain the mathematics, programming or neurophyscholgy of the mind machine. That was Chia's work. I would have said it was Chia's life work if he wasn't so young. Twenty five now, with a phd from MIT and, to my mind, no equal in his field. That too, is a bit ridicules, because Chia doesn't seem to limit himself to one or two fields of scientific thought. He is a brilliant mathematician, an accomplished physicist, behaviorist, computer scientist, etc., etc.. The first time I met Chia was three years ago, when I was working for a computer company, and was the account manager for MIT. Chia came up to me after one of my presentations, desperate for help getting our newest, fastest RISC processor. I usually don't have the time to help grad students but he was so persistent that I agreed to help him write his proposal for a research grant. It just took a couple of evenings to straighten out his English, and I discovered that he was well beyond the subject of his proposal ("automated grammatical translations from the Kanji"), and was actually using the high speed computer and other equipment to stimulate and then record and decipher intra-cranial brain transmissions. Three years later he had it solved. Chia continued to work on reducing the size of the equipment necessary, and increasing the range and speed of the data capture and analysis software. I was never really sure that Chia did anything other than lab work, and I'd never heard of him socializing with anyone. I guess that's why we had become friends of a sort... he had no one else to talk to. And we shared common goals for the machine. Money, so that Chia could set up an independent lab and continue his research, and so that I could... well, have lots of money. And I could tell that Chia was hungry for female companionship---I was pretty certain he was a virgin---and for this (and this only) I could relate to the brilliant man/boy. I took on the responsibility to find profitable and practical uses of the machine. Logistically, this presented several problems. First, the subject must be scanned for at least fifteen minutes, preferably more, and in active mental state. Analyzing the brain emission data is helped if the subject is talking. And we needed money. As luck would have it, my company was "rightsizing" and was anxious to find volunteers to leave the company. I volunteered and was given a severance package that would keep my out of trouble for 4-6 months at my normal spending level. But I expected to need to travel and invest money in the set-up of some sort of sting operation, and that fact put money as the first priority. The answer came to me while I was in the checkout line at the supermarket. I was thumbing through People Magazine, and came across a story, "Michael Quentin - The Most Powerful Man in Hollywood?!" This fellow that I'd never heard of was the CEO of the dominant agency in the world, and represented an estimated 60 of the 100 top names in acting, recording, athletics and others. Plus many hundreds of [currently] lesser know actors and the like. My imagination quickly conjured up an image of Michele Pfiffer, her deliciously quirkly lips wrapped around my cock... Somehow I had to get Michael Quentin under control! Then through him, the possibilities were endless. Given that each of these 'subjects' were quite wealthy, it could solve our financing problems as well. It took me a week of thinking and scheming to flesh out a plan of attack. First, I flew out to Los Angeles to rent an apartment and some respectable office space. Then I had Chia's equipment shipped to the office. I called a half-dozen law firms in the LA area, posing as an out-of-town lawyer looking to hire a very good, very discrete private investigator. When I mentioned that price was no object and that I didn't care how results were achieved, three of the lawyers mentioned the same PI, an ex-police lieutenant. A call to his office got me an appointment at my new LA office. I set up all the equipment ahead of time, testing it with me sitting in the chair that would later occupy the PI. The receivers were working perfectly, and Chia's software was working it's wonders analyzing data coming from my brain, translating the symbols and data into a kind of internal-to-the-psyche language that would allow the insertion of our commands. I programmed the machine to implant three "suggestions" into the mind of the PI. "Mr. Stevens is now your most important client. You will find some way to disengage from other commitments." "Do not mention this client or the work you do for Mr. Stevens to anyone. Handle all of the contact yourself." "Do anything in your power to help Mr. Stevens, legal or otherwise." The PI, Joe Gibson, arrived a few minutes late. I started by questioning him on his background and experience. Ten minutes into our meeting, he started to get impatient at all my questions, and at my reluctance to get to the work I needed done. "Mr. Stevens, I'm sure you called around asking about me before you scheduled this appointment. I'm good. The best. Now, what is it you need done." I stalled for as long as possible, then just when I thought the guy was going to get up and leave, his eyes clouded up and his head jerked slightly. A moment later, I cautiously testing the instructions. "Who is your most important client, Joe?" "You are, Mr. Stevens." I quickly went over what I needed done, the surveillance on Michael Quentin. The need to get him alone in a controlled environment so the machine could work. Joe listened attentively then held up his hand to silence me. He didn't say anything for two or three minutes, his eyes staring off into nothing. Finally, his eyes sharpened and a small smile appeared on his face. "His limo. That's what we'll do. Quentin takes a limo to and from the office, and everywhere else for that matter. Can your stuff fit in a large car trunk? And can it transmit and receive through the metal that separates the trunk from the passenger area?" A quick call to Chia answered these questions but introduced another---power. He'd have to rig the system to work off of battery power. Chia said he'd work on it and hung up. "Joe, how do we get access to his limo? My partner will solve the technical problems, but it'll take some time to set up the equipment in the trunk, and test it." "Don't worry about that, Mr. Stevens," answered Joe. "I'll make sure we have access and plenty of time." A week later, Joe and I were parked in the underground garage at The Quentin Agency. Joe had acquired a van from Pacific Bell and uniforms, to get past the TQA guard. After a twenty minute wait, Quentin's long black limo pulled into the garage and the driver pulled over and let Mr. Quentin out near the bank of elevators. The driver then pulled into a reserved space, locked the car and left. "He's off to get coffee," Joe offered. "If Quentin needs the car unexpectedly, he'll be paged. C'mon, let's get to work." Joe managed to pick the locks on the limo with practiced ease and, twenty minutes later, the equipment was stowed in the cavernous trunk. I tested the system on Joe, and everything worked properly. To save battery power, Chia had set up the system with a remote control. Joe and I spent several hours at the cafe across the street, then several more in the van, waiting for Quentin to order his limo and leave. Finally, at about 3:30, the limo pulled out of the garage and headed east. I flipped the remote control on as Joe merged into traffic and followed the limo. I marveled at Joe's ability to stay two or three cars back most of the time, yet never fail to catch the same lights as the limo. "Damn. He's not headed home," muttered Joe. The problem was we needed twenty or more minutes for the system to process Quentin's data and implant my commands. If Quentin was traveling someplace close, the analysis might be incomplete and we ran the risk that the equipment would be discovered. As it happened, however, the limo hopped on the freeway and was soon stuck in the slow moving traffic heading toward downtown LA. At about the right time, we saw the rear window of the big limo lowered and an arm extend out, the fingers extended in a V. This was our signal that it had worked! One of the several suggestions implanted in Quentin's mind was to do just this. Breathing a sigh of relief, we continued on. As luck would have it, we were able to retrieve the equipment that evening, as the driver dropped off Quentin at a downtown hi-rise then locked and left the limo. The next day, I was ushered into Quentin's palatial office by his secretary. She had called to schedule the meeting first thing that morning. I took a seat on a comfortable sofa and chatted with Quentin while the extremely attractive secretary fussed with coffee. She had long luxurious brown hair, brown eyes and a body that couldn't be disguised by the conservative business suit she wore. Mr. Quentin caught me staring at her and smiled. "I knew this meeting was urgent," said Quentin when the secretary left, "but for the life of me I can't..." I cut him off with, "you want to hire me as your new vice president of client relations. Kind of an executive assistant. The salary will be $250K per year. Find me an office on this floor I can use, OK." "Yes, of course," he replied, making a few quick notes on a note pad. "And I'll want a list of all TQA's clients. Actually, just the females. Could you do that right away?" He made another note, then picked up the phone. A few sentences was all it took to order the client list, and another call to start the paperwork for my employment. I sat back into the sofa and smiled at Quentin, pleased that the instructions had taken so well. "You mind if I call you Michael? Well, Michael, some computer equipment will be delivered later this afternoon, and I'll want set it up this evening, personally, here in your office. Another system will be set up in my new office. Could you make sure it doesn't get delayed." And on it went, Quentin obeying my suggestions as if I was the most important person in his life. The secretary returned a few minutes later and handed Quentin a folder. After she left he handed it to me. It was an alphabetical list of TQA's clients, along with a listing of their address, phone number, their TQA agent and other information on billing and the like. "Your secretary is quite an attractive girl," I said to Quentin as I made my way through the list of TQA clients. There were five or six names on each page and the report felt like it was forty or fifty pages thick. I continued, "Is she a good fuck?" He didn't miss a beat with his response, "I imagine she's very good, although I can't say for sure. She's really excellent at fellatio... that I can promise you." His tone was quite businesslike, just as if he were discussing a choice of actors for a part in a movie. "But you haven't fucked her yet, huh? We'll, I will give her a try and tell you how she is. You don't mind, do you, if I borrow your secretary every now and then for a quick fuck?" "Not at all," he answered, smiling graciously. "She'll arrange for phone coverage while she's... disposed." Before I left, I gave him a dozen or so names of TQA clients that I was interested in, including models Cindy Crawford and Kathy Ireland, actresses Sharon Stone, Madeline Stowe, and, yes, Michele Pfiffer. I made it clear that I wanted him to arrange somehow for them to visit him personally the next time they were in the building. And to advise me before any such visit. "And would it be possible for me to look over the files of these other clients, including photographs of them? I don't recognize many of the names, and wouldn't want to miss someone important." "Well, that's a mountain-sized pile of data, and agents work with those files daily. Can I suggest you start with a dozen at a time and work your way through them. Perhaps you could start tomorrow morning, with the A's." "Excellent suggestion, Michael. We don't want anyone to start asking questions. That'd be fine." "They'll be on your desk first thing. I'll have Miss Therien take care of it." I left his office and was shown my office, a large corner office with a nice view of the Hollywood hills. The equipment arrived within an hour and I spent the early evening setting it up unobtrusively in Quentin's office and my own. The limo driver picked me up the next morning at my apartment and delivered me to the TQA building. Miss Therien brought me coffee and an armful of files. "Please, have a seat, Miss Therien." I flicked on the system and chatted with her about my new job, and what help I would need from her. She was friendly enough, but it was clearly at a professional level, honed to a skill from countless dealing's with TQA's executives and important clients. I carefully resisted the impulse to stare at her beautiful legs or promising bust. Instead, I got her talking about the mechanics of the office, how things got done, etc.. Later, after her eyes clouded up, I tested whether the commands had taken and was pleased with the results. "Could you arrange for phone coverage for Mr. Quentin and myself. I think I'm going to need you to stay with me for the next hour or so." "Right away, sir," she said, her voice taking on a noticeably different tone. My cock twitched at the throaty voice and the twinkle in her dark eyes. When she returned a few minutes later I had moved from behind my desk and over to the a comfortable chair in the opposite side of the office, near a sofa, coffee table and television. "Close the door, Miss Therien. Let me have a better look at you." She walked over and stopped when she was a few feet in front of my chair. One hand on her hip, she smiled seductively down at me. "It's Sandra, right?" "Sandy's fine, sir," she responded. "Thanks, Sandy. Starting with your suit jacket, would you please remove your clothes. It would please me to see you naked." Programmed to do anything that would please me, she beamed and began removing her clothes. The jacket, first. The blouse was pulled out of the skirt and unbuttoned, slowly. Her eyes were on me, and the tip of her tongue came out and licked across her upper lip. She peeled the blouse off, revealing a white bra encasing two large breasts. Her hands dropped to her waist and undid the belt and skirt. It dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it. Her fingers slid under the waist band of her panty hose and started to shimmy them down over her hips and thighs. "In the future, Sandy, I'd like you to wear a garter belt and silk stockings rather than panty hose. Would that be possible?" "Oh, yes, sir!" "Good girl." She was now down to her matching white panties and bra. Her lips were slightly parted and her breathing was noticeably heavier, her large breasts rising and falling with each breath. "That's fine for now, Sandy. I want you to come over and kneel in front of me... that's good. Now, I want you to take my cock out and suck me off. If you do a good job, I'll fuck you later." She quickly unfastened my belt and opened my trousers. I lifted my ass off the chair and she pulled my trousers and underwear down to my knees. Within seconds, she had a firm grip on the base of my cock and was sucking noisily on the head. The suction of her mouth was incredible! I nearly lost it right there! But just at that point her mouth relaxed its vacuum-like grip and her dead dropped down, my cock trapped deep against the back of her mouth. The I heard a low groan as she lifted herself to a different angle and pushed down until I could feel my cock worm its way into her incredibly tight throat. If this feeling wasn't enough, she began humming. The physical force of my orgasm was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and my cock jerked in her throat and shot load after load of cum down her throat and into her belly. "I think I'll need Miss Therien as my private secretary, Michael. Do you think that might be possible?" Michael Quentin, the biggest talent broker in the world, responded as expected. As programmed. I replaced the phone and turned to Sandy Therien and said, "I hope you don't mind..." "No, sir, not at all!" It was barely five minutes since I'd experienced the greatest orgasm of my life, while fucking my cock into this gorgeous girl's throat. But I was ready for more. "Take off your bra and panties, Sandy." She reached back and unhooked her bra and the largest, firmest breasts I'd ever seen spilled out and stood up. Her aureoles were almost two inches across and her nipples were thick and long. She quickly removed her panties and stood before be. Her pussy was covered by a thick matt of silky brown hair. Too thick, I decided. "Do you have a boyfriend, Sandy." "Yes, sir. Mark." "How often do you see him?" "Usually twice a week, sir." "And how often do you suck him off?" "Twice a week, sir." "And does he fuck you?" "Yes..", she giggled. Then, "about twice a week." "I don't blame him," I said. I got up from my desk and moved over to her. My hands massaged her lovely breasts for a minute, then I held each nipple between my thumb and forefinger and twirled them. Soon her nipples were fully erect, almost an inch long, and she was breathing quite rapidly. "Call him tonight. After you've sucked him off, tell him you have a surprise for him, but you need his help. Have a pair of scissors, a razor, a bowl of hot water and some shaving cream ready. Ask him to shave your pussy. Tell him you want to be fourteen again, and that you want him to take your virginity. It will please me to have you do that. Will you?" "Oh, God, yes!" she cried as I pinched her nipples. "You are now my secretary, Sandy. We'll make up the rules as we go along. But one thing we should agree on now, because very soon I expect to be quite busy with the female clientele of TQA. When I ring you on the intercom, and ask you to come in for dictation, I want you to do three things for me. One, arrange for phone coverage so that we are not interrupted. Two, go to the ladies room and remove your underwear. Three, think abut fucking me so that your pussy is nice and wet. It would please me to be able to take you quickly, by just bending you over the desk, raising your skirt, and ramming my cock into you. Would that be okay?" "Yessss..," She cried. I turned her around and pushed her over my desk. One hand caressed her white ass checks while the other guided my cock to and into her hot, dripping wet snatch. One shove and I was buried to the hilt, my hips slapping against her ass. I drove into her fast and hard, enjoying the feeling of her cunt gripping my cock and the sound of our coupling in the otherwise sterile business setting. I fucked this Playboy centerfold-type for twenty minutes, bent over the desk, then on the sofa and finally on the oriental rug. I finally shot my load into her hot snatch during her second noisy orgasms of the morning. --------------D314525E1D-- From velvet@znet.com Wed Aug 13 15:27:48 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!netnews.com!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: RP: anon auth - Chia's Mind Machine 2 - chiasmc2.txt Date: Wed, 13 Aug 1997 12:27:48 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 581 Message-ID: <33F20AB4.4DC5@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------568B468F77F0" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------568B468F77F0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------568B468F77F0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="CHIASMC2.TXT" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="CHIASMC2.TXT" Chia's Mind Machine Chapter Two "Yes, Chia, it's working perfectly," I said into the phone when I finally tracked down the brilliant inventor. One of the problems with Chia is he literally spends fifteen hours every day at the lab or in his small office at MIT. And when he's in either place working on a problem he completely ignores the phone ringing. I reached him my setting by alarm for four in the morning and, as in turned out, caught him just as he got to his Back Bay apartment at one in the morning east coast time. "Of course it is," he replied, then laughed in his high-pitched way that indicate that he was only half-joking and, I'd guess, relieved and overjoyed that his life's work was successful. I explained the events of the last several days, leaving out my immensely enjoyable experiences with Sandy... after all, I didn't want him to think I was goofing off. "Gee, that sounds great! What about money? I'd like to set up my own lab in a year or two. Geeze, the things I could accomplish if I wasn't teaching these dense idiots that MIT admits, and.." "Hold it, Chia. I think you'll be pleased at how fast we can free you up. I don't think it'll even be one year." "Cool!" "But I have to.. we have to be extremely careful how we handle the funds we raise. It wouldn't do to have our money transfers, from our TQA clients to me, and from me to you, traceable in any way. We can't have the IRS investigating our cash flows." "No, you're right. But how..." "I'm working on it... bare with me. In the meantime, I want you to schedule a vacation and come out to Los Angeles. Spring vacation is coming up next month. I'll send you first class tickets, and you can spend the week out here.." "But, that's the time when I can really work, and..." "And I'll set you up with the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, and she will have been programmed to do anything--- and I mean anything---you want her do with you." There was the briefest pause before, "Okay, I'll come." "Yes, you will. Over and over!" More of Chia's insane laughter followed. Over the next week I fell into a routine at "work". The limo picked me up every morning at my apartment and delivered me to the TQA building in Hollywood. Sandy brought me coffee and attended to my morning erection, either by sucking me off deliciously or by bending over my antique desk or dropping to the floor so I could fuck her like a dog. Thoughtful girl that she was, Sandy removed her panties before I arrived in the morning and wore sexy garters and stockings under her skirt. Her in a dark blue business suit, her hair and makeup appropriate for a business environment with lots of clients. Me in a gray pinstripe suit, the zipper down, my cock buried in her easily accessible, hairless, hot, wet pussy. I usually spent the rest of the morning going over the files of TQA's female clients, astonished at their beauty and how difficult it was to find a client I didn't want to fuck. There were a several older character actresses and a few uninteresting women athletes in golf, tennis and ice skating (although I did make an exception and include Nancy Kerrigan on my list). But most of the promotional pictures showed girls ranging from the-girl-next-door cute to exotically beautiful. The final list of fuckables totaled one hundred fifteen. I gave it to Quentin and we worked up an approach that would work without arousing suspicion. It was very rare to have Michael Quentin meet with aspiring actresses, and he would usually see the headline stars only infrequently. The other complication was the client's TQA agent was always present, wanting the exposure to the big boss and hoping that some of Michael's star power would run off on them, or at least make it easier to deal with their temperamental clients. We decided that I would send out a memo to all TQA agents, in my role as VP for client relations, announcing that Michael Quentin had agreed to become more accessible and visible to our clients. "We will be in a stronger position recruiting important new clients if we can cultivate the reputation that signing with TQA results in personal attention from Michael Quentin, the most influential man in Hollywood," said my memo. The rest of the memo outlined the logistics of the program. Each agent was encouraged to notify me of an upcoming visit from one of their clients and, if Quentin was available, I'd escort the client to his office for a brief (fifteen to twenty minute) chat. Of course, it was my intention to make Quentin available only to the clients on my fuckable list. Within a day of the memo circulating, my office was deluged with calls from TQA agents saying that their client would be in the office on a certain day, and could I arrange for them to see the big guy. I stressed with all of them to keep this from their clients, because it would not be possible to guarantee Michael's availability. By the end of the first day, I had eight of the women on my list scheduled for the next two weeks, the first one in just two days! This accomplished, I scheduled a meeting with a banker who came highly recommended by Michael Quentin. After the usual twenty minutes of discussion about a made-up topic, the machine had done it's magic and the banker was now a trusted confidant. As with all the others I controlled, one of the instructions planted in their psyche was to observe absolute secrecy about our dealings. I laid out the problem to the banker, that I expected to geta steady cash flow from certain individuals, and that I wanted the funds to be untraceable, untaxable and legitimate for my partner and myself. He made a few calls from my office and assured me that within a week he'd have everything set up, laundering the money through a bank in the Cayman Islands, then to two accounts in the states. One, for me, would be fairly straightforward, set up as an tax-free annuity from a deceased relative. The second account would be a registered scientific foundation, and out of that account would come Chia's grant and a generous living stipend. The banker and I constituted the foundation's board of directors. To top it off, any contributions I made to the foundation were tax deductible from my income at TQA! Two days later, on a Friday, I left my office on the sixteenth floor and took the elevator down to the tenth floor office of one of TQA's best agents. One of his important clients was on my list and was meeting with him. I'd called him in the morning with the happy news that Michael Quentin had the time to meet with his client. I felt very nervous as I descended in the elevator, perhaps because neither the agent or his beautiful client were under my control. Disastrous scenarios played in my mind until I reminded myself that I'd been able to make this work with very shrewd people. "Don't get overconfident, Frank," I told myself. "But relax... smile... make this work." It turned out to be a piece of cake. The young actress was very excited that Mr. Quentin was interested in her personally. She even seemed impressed that I, a TQA vice president, thought her important enough to personally escort her to the vaulted sixteenth floor. And the agent was too busy taking credit for Quentin's interest to be a problem. I studied the girl while we waited for the elevator while she chatted bubbly about this and that. She was just eighteen, according to her file, and played the fifteen year old daughter of a widowed ex-football star on a prime time TV sitcom. She was quite short, perhaps a shade over five feet, and had a fresh face and effervescent personality that made her a natural to play a younger, virginal girl. My cock started to harden at the thought of fucking this lovely young girl that looked so much like jail bait, so I quickly put my imagination on hold and tuned my attention back to what she was saying. We rode up the elevator chatting like the best of friends. Her meeting with Quentin came off without a hitch. I met her as she left his office some twenty-five minutes later, her face radiant with the glow of meeting a famous, charming and career-enhancing personality. On the ride down the elevator, I tested the commands and found her completely malleable. "Do you have any free time this weekend, Beth? Tonight? Saturday or Sunday? I'd like to see you." "Oh, yes! Let me see, I can get away tonight, after 10. The weekend is a bust... I have to drive down to San Diego for a wedding." "Great," I said. "Meet me as soon as you can tonight at this address." "Super!" she exclaimed. The elevator opened at her agents floor. I said good-bye and was about to ride back up when a thought occurred to me. "Oh, and Beth... one more thing. I'd like to see you... ah, walk through a role for me. It would help if you dressed, and did your hair and make-up, for the part of a much younger girl. In the thirteen to fifteen year range." "Sure Mr. Stevens!" My level of anticipation of waiting for Beth was very high. I felt like a kid on Christmas eve as I paced back and forth in my apartment, waiting for 10:00 to arrive. Then I waited more, my palms sweating, until the doorbell rang at 10:15. Adding to my normal insecurities that this incredible adventure would somehow come crashing to a halt, was the feeling that I would soon be guilty of fucking an underage girl. Knowing full well that she was eighteen and only looked fifteen didn't seem to help. I opened the door, half expecting to see men in dark suits and to hear, "FBI, Mr. Stevens. Can we come in?" But standing in front of me, her blond hair in pigtails, dressed in a catholic schoolgirl outfit of a white blouse, belted plaid skirt, knee socks and leather shoes, was adorable little Beth. I must have stared for a moment too long, and perhaps my irrational concern showed on my face, because her friendly smile and the twinkle in her lovely green eyes faded. "Is something wrong, Mr. Stevens?" Her voice pulled me out of it. I could tell from her tone that the most important thing in her life right now was pleasing Mr. Stevens. Me. "Get a hold of yourself," I said to myself, and to Beth I smiled and said, "No, everything's as perfect as it can be. Please come in, dear Beth." She smiled radiantly and entered the apartment, turning to face me as I closed the door. She was waiting expectantly and, to my surprise, I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Oh, Mr. Stevens!" she exclaimed, frowning. "That's what my dad does!" I laughed and held her hands in mine, looking down into her adorable face, and said, "We can't have that then. How should I greet you, dear Beth. Should I shake your hand?" She shook her head, and smiled coquettishly. "Hmmmm," I intoned. I smiled at her and said, "Maybe I should just rip your clothes off, throw you down on the floor and rape you?" Beth blushed furiously at this, which had a stimulating effect on my cock. I had to hold myself back from doing just as I had suggested. "Well," I continued, "a hand shake is out. And so is rape. How about a nice kiss." I lowered my mouth to hers, bending over considerably to account for the foot difference in our height. I kissed her lips softly, once, twice and then a third time, my lips parting slightly for this firmer, lengthier kiss. She responded by kissing me back with a growing desperation, her mouth opening to allow my tongue to dart inside. "Oh, gosh!" she said as we broke. Then she lowered her head and blurted out, "I'm not a virgin, Mr. Stevens." "Ah, good," I stammered, then invited her into the kitchen for something to drink. She asked for wine and I poured her some, but instead of a wine glass I used a juice glass, thinking that would enhance the early-teen image that she projected so well. I poured myself a scotch. "Thank you for dressing that way, Beth. You look perfect. I'd like to see you act out a role for me, something I've been thinking about for a possible screen play." "Sure, Mr. Stevens. Whatever you want." The meaning of this last comment was unmistakable and confirmed that she the mental instructions had taken well. Much surer of myself, I continued. "A mother and her young daughter (that's you) are home alone. Their house, on a farm perhaps, is miles from any neighbors, and they are a little scared. It's nighttime, and a neighbor called to warn them that two prisoners had escaped, several hours ago, from the state penitentiary that is only five miles away. They are hard, violent men. Suddenly, both mother and daughter hear something outside, that sounds like intruders. Her heart in her throat, the mother picks up the phone to call the police. And the line is dead!" Beth's eyes were as wide as saucers as I paused to sip my scotch. "With the phone line cut, the fugitives proceeded to break a window in the kitchen door, reach in and unlock the door. The mother scrambles to find something, anything, that could help her defend herself and her precious daughter from... from what? Rape, murder?" "Beside herself, she grabs a fireplace poker and pulls her daughter behind her as two men entered the room. One of the men, big and coal black, circles to the left. The other, a tall, slender white man with a feral look about him, walks casually, almost contemptuously, to the right." "The white fugitive spoke, coldly and with a self-confidence that came from a violent life on the streets. "You don't want to do that, bitch. Really you don't. We will hide out here for the night, and we can leave y'all alive or very dead. Doesn't much matter to me or da big nigger. We are lifers. Nothin' matters to us. You put that matchstick down and you'll be alive tomorrow when we leave. If I or the nigger gotta take it from you, then you're gonna die. After you watch us do your daughter. What's it gonna be, bitch?" I paused again to take another sip of my scotch. Beth's eyes were bright and her lips parted. She was breathing harder now. "Tears running down her face, the mother falls to her knees, letting the poker drop to the floor. The black man moves over and picks it up, tossing it effortlessly onto the couch across the room. "You want the young cunt, don't ya Zack," said the black man, grabbing and lifting the mother off the floor. "Me I'll take this one, and teach the bitch what she's missed not having black meat ta fuck." The woman sobs as the huge black man carries her off and into the back of the house. "That brings us to your scene, Beth," I concluded. Beth let out an audible breath, then blushed. "You're a thirteen year-old virgin, Beth. About to be raped by a violent man. Play the scene from your heart... plead... beg... resist... succumb..." I finished my scotch, got up, tuned and walked into the living room. Beth followed a moment later. I started immediately. "You're a nice little piece o meat, aren't you," I said, running my hand down one of her arms. Beth shivered at the touch, sniffled and said, "What... what are you going to do to me?" "I've been without pussy for six years now, cunt. I'm gonna fuck you. Then I'm gonna fuck you again. Likely I'll want to fuck you a third time too." "Oh, please," Beth cried. "Don't... I..." "You're a virgin, yeh, I know. I like em' nice and tight, squirmin' and cryin' like a stuck pig when I ram my meat in." I brought my hand up a grabbed one her pigtails and slowly brought my head down until my lips were an inch from hers, and my eyes staring into hers. I kissed her, hard, my tongue assaulting the inside of her mouth. Beth squirmed deliciously but could not break my hold. I broke the kiss and very quickly turned her around. From behind her, I reached my hands around and grabbed the front of her blouse, ripping it violently apart and then off her. Beth cried out as my hands moved to her bra and ripped the fastener apart. She squeezed her arms to her body in an attempt to keep the bra on, but I just ignored that and ripped the skirt latch open and pulled her skirt down until it fell in a heap at her feet. Beth attempted to get away but tripped on the skirt bunched around her ankles. As she fell to the carpet I followed her, and knelt with one knee on her back while my hands were busy removing her skirt. Beth sobbed realistically into the carpet while I pulled off her shoes and cut off her panties with a pen knife. The soft white cheeks were plumper than I would have expected. Ripe, full, perfectly formed. An amazing ass! "Don't you go anywhere, bitch," I said as I got up. Beth rolled away and curled into a ball, whimpering. This girl could act! I stood and pulled by shirt over my head. Taking my time I removed my shoes and stocks and unbuttoned by jeans. Sliding them and my underwear off, I looked down past my erect cock at the whimpering girl. "Here is, little cunt. The cock that's gonna take your cherry." Beth turned her head and gasped. I chuckled and dropped to my knees next to her. "Don't make it any harder than you have to," I said, then ripped the bra away from her grasping hands. I grabbed her hands and held them in one of mine, over her head, and sat on her thighs to completely immobilize the girl. In a flash, I got my first look at her body. Two things struck me immediately, and had my already rock hard cock twitching in anticipation. Between her slender but well shaped thighs was a completely bare pussy. She had shaved it for me! Her breasts drew my attention as well, not quite medium sized I suppose, but they looked quite large compared to her small frame and narrow waist. I immediately lowered by mouth to one breast, sucking as much as possible of the firm tit-flesh into my mouth. Drawing my mouth up, I sucked hard on her tit while my tongue whipped across her erect nipple. Moving to the other breast I repeated this action, drawing moans from my [willing] rape victim. Back and forth I went, tormenting the young girl. Then I replaced my mouth with my free hand, pulling and gently twisting her erect nipples while I kissed her, hard and long, raping her mouth with my lips and tongue. When I broke the kiss she gasped, trembling with desire that she was no longer able to hide. "I'm gonna fuck you now, little slut," I growled, wanting her to get back into the role. "No...No, please," she cried. As I raised myself off her thighs she twisted this way and that, but was unable to keep me from wedging myself between her legs. Using my free hand I positioned the head of my cock between her legs and rubbed in over and around her pussy. Her very wet pussy. Finally, I slipped the head up against her entrance and moved forward slightly, the bulbous head forcing its way past her lips and into her steaming wetness. Her pussy gripped tightly on the head of my cock and I repositioned myself above her. Tired of holding her hands above her head I let them go, pushing myself up until my arms were straight and locked at the elbows on each side of the girl. Beth, bless her heart, started using her fists to beat against my arms, and to push against my chest, using very little of her strength but seeming the hellcat. In response, in one brutal lunge, I drove my cock to the hilt, drawing a cry from the girl. "Yeh, baby," I said, grinning wickedly, "you're a woman now." Her pussy was the tightest I'd ever felt, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from cuming as I slid it back and forth in the tight but very wet sheath. Beth was twisting her head from side to side, and as I picked up the pace, pushing at just the angle to insure that my cock rubbed hard against her clit, she began moaning at the same rhythm as my thrusts. As she approached her orgasm, I picked up the pace even more, slamming my cock into this lovely thirteen year-old girl, looking down to watch my thick shaft plunge into her hairless snatch, only to reappear a second later covered with the wet evidence of her lust. I brought my eyes back to her face just in time to see her eyes widen and her lips tremble as an orgasm rocked through her, and this sent me over the edge. My cock spurted inside her, sending jet after jet of cum deep inside her, the sense of total release as intense as anything I'd ever experienced. "Do you think I'll get the part," asked Beth with a twinkle in her eye. "I can't imagine anyone better," I responded. We had showered and were sitting in the living room. Actually, I was sitting on the living room sofa dressed in a bath robe and Beth, dressed in a short baby-doll nightie, was sitting on my lap. "You were very believable, Beth, right down to the lack of pubic hair. That was a real turn-on! Did you shave just for me? For tonight?" Beth blushed and said, "Well, yes. I was, ah, hoping something like this would happen. I can't explain it. I've never done anything like this before, but I knew I wanted more than anything you to make love to me." I didn't offer to explain it to her, how she suddenly wanted me. Instead I said, "and did it meet your expectations?" "Oh, God, yes, Mr. Stevens! I've never cum like that before, ever! I really felt like I was being raped... forced against my will. And it was such a turn-on! Totally awesome!" I laughed at this and Beth's lips formed into a pout, which of course I just had to kiss away. This led to a second fuck, with Beth straddling my thighs and fucking herself on my stiff rod. I played with her firm mounds through her nightie while she bounced up and down. When she came, I pulled and twisted her engorged nipples and thoroughly enjoyed watching her as the waves of her pleasure were perfectly reflected in her young face. After Beth had finished and collapsed against me, I rose, Beth still impaled on my rock-hard cock, her legs wrapped around my waist, and carried her to the bedroom. Beth couldn't have weighed even a hundred pounds, so I had no trouble carrying her into the bedroom and depositing her on my queen-sized bed. Alas, to do this, I had to pull her off of my cock and she whined playfully. "It's past my little girl's bedtime," I said, as I pulled down the covers and rolled her so she was face down in the middle of the bed. "Yes... Daddy," she replied, sighing audibly. "So I want you to put your head on that pillow and go to sleep. OK, baby?" "I love you, Daddy," she whispered, yawning. I moved onto the bed and scooted between her thighs. I lifted her hips up and her knees slid forward until she was stable, her head resting on one forearm on the pillow, her ass thrust in the air. I marveled again at the plump-but-firm, perfectly formed cheeks in my hands, and thought briefly about how tight her surely virgin ass must be. My cock jerked upwards at this thought. "She's not ready for that," I said to myself, "and you've never fucked a girl in the ass. Wait." To her I whispered, "Fall asleep, little girl. Daddy's just gonna inject you with some medicine while you fall asleep." "OK, Daddy," she sighed. "I like your injections..." I positioned my cock between and beneath her ass cheeks and slid my cock into her pussy. Hot, wet, and very tight, even after our two earlier fucks. Slowly, without a sound other than the natural wet sounds of our union, I rocked back and forth, driving my cock deeper than I had before, up against her cervix. My hands played with her ass as I pistoned my cock into her, quietly enjoying the feeling the feeling of her tight channel, and reflecting happily on the terrific week: Sandy's voluptuous body, willing cunt and amazing skills at cock sucking; little Beth acting the child-woman, now in front of me, taking my cock like a dog. What a miraculous turn my life had taken! I continued fucking the girl steadily, my thoughts dancing between the past, the future possibilities with other starlets on my fuckable list, and the present young girl whos tight, wet cunt I was fucking. I allowed my fingers to lazily slide into her crack and gently spread her white cheeks, and at the sight of her pinkish brown rosette my mind came fully back into the present, and I thought once again what pleasure there must be in taking a girl that way. "Ahhh," I thought to myself, "pleasures postponed are always best." I positioned one finger directly on her anus, and slid it over and around the tight aperture as I continued to drive my cock into her cunt. Beth mewed softly as I continued to massage her anus, then pushed back toward me slightly and my finger tip entered her ass. I slowly slid it to the half way in as Beth moaned quietly. Her eyes still closed, Beth sleepily whispered, "Are you going to inject me there, Daddy? In my bottom?" "No, baby, not tonight. Go to sleep, little girl." Beth came a few moments later, quietly, burying her face in the pillow, and I a moment later, closing my eyes to savor the release as my cock jerked and pulsed and deposited a second load of cum into her womb. Little Beth left the next morning, but not before we talked of her income and determined that she could easily afford to wire $1,000 each month to a bank account in Houston. From there it would be transferred to a bank in the Cayman Islands and then to the two accounts serving Chia and myself. Not very much money, actually, but when I had a hundred or more contributors, each sending that amount or more, it would be more than enough for our needs. I spent Saturday with a real estate broker, searching for a house that was secluded enough that visits from my famous guests would go unnoticed, and so that any noise generated by our sex games would go unheard. The fifth house we saw was perfect for my needs, perched in the hills and surrounded on three sides by county open space. At six thousand a month, it was actually a bargain for this part of Southern California. The young owner, an up-and-coming producer/director, had died recently, of a drug overdose, and without a will. The probate was expected to be contested by his two ex-wives, his girlfriend and parents, and take at least a year. The court-appointed executor was loathe to have such a valuable piece of property generating no income for the estate. So I signed the rental agreement and arranged to move into the fully furnished house on the following weekend. --------------568B468F77F0-- From velvet@znet.com Wed Aug 13 15:28:10 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: RP: anon auth - Chia's Mind Machine 3 - chiasmc3.txt Date: Wed, 13 Aug 1997 12:28:10 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 335 Message-ID: <33F20ACA.4350@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------2189213F95D" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------2189213F95D Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------2189213F95D Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="CHIASMC3.TXT" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="CHIASMC3.TXT" Chia's Mind Machine Chapter Three The next two weeks were extremely busy for me at TQA. The memo I had sent out to all the TQA agents was more successful than I had expected. Too successful. I finally had to have Sandy, my secretary, take the calls and tentatively schedule the client visits with Quentin. I armed her with my list, and she was very good at finding one reason or another for denying access to Quentin for those clients not on my list. A couple of calls from Beth had convinced me that I needed to slightly alter the commands I was implanting in these girl's minds. It's not that I didn't want to hear from the darling girl, who was impatient to see me again. I decided that my life would be impossible if dozens of women, programmed as they were to want me desperately, were constantly calling or dropping by. The new set of commands insured that their desire for me faded into the background after twenty-four hours. I gave each girl a password that when spoken to her, in person or over the phone, brought their programmed behavior back to the forefront. Saturday I moved into my new house, and had Sandy and Beth come over to help me set up, and do some shopping for food and liquor staples. The house was really much bigger than I needed, over five thousand square feet. The first floor had an large foyer with a grand staircase winding up to the second floor. The front right had a paneled office/library and that's where I set up my PC. On the left side, running from the front of the house to the back was a twenty-five by forty-foot great room, partially separated in two by a massive stone fireplace with glass doors facing both the living area on one side and the dining area on the other. A modern kitchen and a family room, complete with more audio/video equipment than I'd ever seen before, completed the first floor. Outside was a deck that ran the length of the house and overlooked the wooded valley below. A huge Jacuzzi was set into the deck at one end. Remember, this was Southern California. Beth, of course, thought the Jacuzzi was totally awesome. The second floor consisted of three master bedroom suites, each with a king-sized bed, a stylish bathroom and plenty of walk-in closet space. I choose one of the bedrooms with a view of the valley, the one that didn't have a water bed (I've never liked water beds, even for sex). It was after six when we finished unpacking my stuff and the groceries and liquor. I mixed drinks for everybody while Sandy and Beth prepared dinner. I sat sipping my scotch, watching the girls work. I had been curious whether they'd be jealous of one another, but could detect no animosity. Sandy treated Beth like a kid sister, and the younger girl seemed to very much like Sandy. After dinner, knowing that I'd have plenty of time with Beth (she was staying the night), I made love to Sandy, and in front of the wide-eyed girl. First, I had Sandy fellate me to get me good and hard. She paused every now and then to point out certain techniques to the younger girl. Beth gasped when Sandy demonstrated how she could take all of my eight inches into her mouth and throat. She stared wide-eyed when I began fucking my thick tool straight down Sandy's throat. I pulled out before cuming, wanting to fuck the voluptuous Sandy in front of my young audience. But first, I suggested to Sandy that I return the favor. She smiled and laid down, spreading her legs to show her now-hairless pussy to both Beth and myself. I went to work immediately, using my mouth and tongue on her clit and pussy. "Maybe," said Sandy, breathing heavily now, "little Beth would like to try eating my pussy?" I glanced over to catch Beth blushing, her hand over her gaping mouth. But her eyes were wide and focused directly on Sandy's wide open cunt. "No, that's..." stammered Beth. "That's a wonderful idea," I interrupted. "Get down here and suck Sandy's pussy." Beth blushed, but obeyed, dropping to her knees and crawling between Sandy's splayed thighs. She paused then, raised her eyes from the pink slash of Sandy's cunt to say, "I've never... Sandy, I don't know how." "Lick her here," I said, pointing to her erect clit. "And all around, but that's her button. But don't let her cum, Beth. Bring her close, then pause. Bring her close again, then pause. And again. But I want her cuming on my cock." Beth did as directed, awkwardly at first but then with more assurance and skill as she became attuned to Sandy's body and it's responses. I sat back and sipped a scotch while I watched little Beth bring Sandy close to orgasm several times, only to deny her the release. "Wet a finger in her pussy, Beth," I said during one pause in the action. "Then I want you to work that finger into her ass." Beth blushed but obeyed, sliding her index finger deep into Sandy's steaming cunt. Sandy, her lovely breasts rising and falling with the lust she was feeling, raised her hips off the carpet and mewed at the added pleasure of Beth's finger entering her ass. This gave me an idea. After reminding Beth not to let her cum, I went into the kitchen and found a long carrot. Using a vegetable peeler, I scraped off the outside layer, then a bit more to shape it and dull the tip. After softening it in the microwave, then coating it in vegetable oil, I rejoined the girls. Beth was fucking her finger in and out of Sandy's ass while she kissed and licked the writhing woman's thighs and all around her wet snatch. I stopped Beth and whispered instructions in her ear. Beth moved off and I took her place between Sandy's thighs. "Don't cum too soon, Sandy," I said as I mounted her and slid my cock into her steaming cunt. She groaned as I slid to the hilt. Lying down on top of her, I could feel her rock hard nipples against my chest. I rolled the two of us over, Sandy now on top, and held her face in my hands for a long wet kiss. During this kiss Sandy grunted into my mouth and tried to break the kiss to turn around and see what Beth was doing. I held her still, and Beth worked the greased carrot into Sandy's ass. "Beth's gonna butt-fuck you," I said when I broke our kiss. "You ever been butt-fucked before, Sandy?" "No..." she replied, "Jesus... that's... ah, good. Oh, God!" I could feel the carrot's entry on my cock buried in her pussy. It was very erotic to watch Sandy's face, inches from mine, while the second shaft entered her body. Her eye lids fluttered, her lips trembled and her tongue snaked out to wet them. Beth's whisper of, "It's in" came from behind us, from another place, our universe consisted of only each other. "Fuck yourself on these two cocks," I whispered to Sandy. She closed her eyes and slid forward, then slowly back, moaning her pleasure as she impaled her ass and cunt on the two shafts. After a few minutes of this she was more used to the feeling, and her rising desire was visible in her face, just inches from mine, as she worked toward her long-delayed orgasm. When she came she screamed and thrashed about, seemingly for a full minute as the spasms of her orgasm washed through her body. Then she collapsed on top of me, completely drained. After a minute or two I rolled the two of us onto our sides and slipped my cock out. Sandy murmured, her eyes closed, a satisfied smile on her face. I rose to my knees and rolled the languid girl over onto her stomach. An inch or so of the carrot protruded lewdly out of her ass, and I whispered to Beth to remove it. Beth obeyed while I leaned over and whispered into Sandy's ear. "You liked that, didn't you babe... getting fucked in the ass... I'm gonna do that to you now... slide my cock into your butt... deeper than Beth went, much thicker... yes, we'll do that right now... slow at first, to get your virgin ass used to it... then faster, harder... you want that, babe, huh... to have your sweet tight ass filed up... sodomized by my thick cock... your ass raped until I cum deep inside you." "Mmmmm," Sandy responded. "Yeh, lover, fuck my ass." Sandy slid her knees under her and raised her ass into the air, keeping her head and shoulders on the floor. I moved behind her and slid my cock into her pussy to recoat the head and shaft with her spendings. Using my thumbs to spread her round ass cheeks, I positioned my cock at her rosette and pushed forward. More as a reflex action than anything else, Sandy moved forward, denying me entrance. "I need you to push back against me, Sandy, not away. Let's try again." Sandy sucked in a breath the released it as she pushed back. The head of my cock popped through her spincter and entered her unbelievably tight ass. Sandy moaned and we paused for a few moments until I told her again to push against me, and another inch of my cock disappeared into her impossible small channel. I gritted my teeth to avoid cuming as we continued. Pause.. push... pause... push. When my entire eight inches were buried in her tight ass I turned my head and motioned for Beth to come closer. "Slide underneath her," I whispered in Beth's ear. "Make her cum." While Beth scurried to obey, I marveled at my first experience with sodomy. I'd hoped to enjoy a long session, but the incredible pressure of Sandy's anal passage was too intensely pleasurable for me to last much longer. I kept myself immobile and tried to concentrate on a painting on the wall to keep from exploding in her ass. The sounds of Sandy's moans and Beth's slurping tongue, and the occasional nudge on my hanging balls from Beth's forehead made it impossible to ignore the erotic scene. Giving in to the pleasure, I directed my gaze down at Sandy's round white cheeks, my thick shiny cock penetrating between them and into her ass. I let the natural action of her ass expel me slowly out, stopping when only the head remained inside her. My hands gripped her hips more firmly and I guided her back and slid my cock slowly up her ass. The pleasure of my first butt-fuck was just too much, and I came hard, my cock throbbing as it released load after load of cum into her ass. "Oh God!... Oh God!," chanted Sandy as she felt the explosion deep in her bowels. She came moments later and the three of us collapsed in a heap on the floor. After the three of us showered, Sandy left and Beth and I enjoyed a long, relaxing soak in the Jacuzzi. Before going to bed, little Beth licked and sucked on "Daddy's" lollipop, then bent over a chair to receive her nightly injection. By the end of my third week at TQA, I had thirteen women under my control. Except for a couple of quick blowjobs in my office, I was too busy at TQA and with my move into the new house to arrange any sex with my growing harem. I had to be sensitive to the fact that these women were extremely busy, and the unexpected meeting with Quentin often had them running late. I had time to check to see if the programming took, and arrange the level of their 'contribution' to my fund, but little else. The good news was the contributions were running ahead of my forecast and now totaled almost twenty-five thousand per month. Sandy continued to take care of me most mornings, sucking me off or spreading her legs enthusiastically for a quick fuck. She also took care of the annoying details of the house: phones lines, utilities, cleaning and gardening services, and the like. One of the things I asked her to do was arrange for a home electronics expert to meet me at the house to show me how to use the high-tech equipment that the producer/director had accumulated. This led to a pleasant surprise. The guy who came over was greatly impressed by the equipment, which was professional-quality audio/video capture, edit and playback. He also discovered extra cables leading through the floor and into the basement. We found, in the basement, that the house was built to house two four-foot square utility ducts that ran up through the house. In addition to the expected heating and central air pipes, and plumbing, the audio/video cables also led up through this duct, for reasons we later discovered. The electronics guru was puzzled at first, until he noticed a mirror in the family room, on the wall that led to the utility duct. He discovered a switch on the bottom of the mirror which caused the mirror to unlatch and swing forward. Behind it was a camera, an expensive one by the look of it. By the time the guy left, hours later, shaking his head in disbelief, we had discovered that all of the main rooms in the house were set up for recording, each through a one-way mirror and hidden microphones. He found the switches that activated the cameras in each room, and the master set in the family room, that could be programmed to start at a particular time or to start when motion was detected. Each camera was mounted to a robotic shelf, that allowed them to pivot in all directions to follow the motion in the room. He estimated that a quarter of a million dollars was invested in this setup. After the guy had left, I got to thinking about the setup. If he went to that much trouble, shouldn't there be tapes someplace? And if the executor or his assessor had found them, wouldn't that have led them to the expensive equipment? There was no mention of it on the inventory that I had to sign before I moved in. I started my search in the family room, and discovered a dozen tapes behind a hidden panel. I selected one, labeled "3/3/94, Clarissa & Clark", and popped into the VCR. Fifteen minutes into the film I thought, "This is to home movies what Citizen Kane is to Ed Wood's creations." It was porno, certainly, but beautifully edited with interesting classical music in the background. Filmed in various rooms of the house, it showed a 30ish white man (who I took to be the previous occupant) carrying out various dominant/submissive sex games with a pair of black teenagers. The boy and girl looked too much alike not to be brother and sister, possibly twins. Both had slender bodies in terrific shape, smooth, coffee-colored skin and stunningly beautiful faces with almond-shaped eyes and sensuous lips. Even though I'm not bisexual, I found the scene of the boy, forced to take his master's cock in his mouth, very erotic. A later scene was the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed. The girl was whipped (gently but realistically) until she submitted to the Master's will. Tears in her lovely brown eyes, she knelt in front of first her brother, then the white man, and applied lubricating jelly to their erect cocks. The Master's cock was of average length, I'd guess, but quite thick. The boy's cock was thinner but surprisingly long. The girl was then positioned on her hands and knees, diagonally facing the camera. The Master dropped to his knees to mount her from behind, and slowly forced his cock into her ass. The girl moaned and whimpered as he worked his cock into her narrow channel, the pain that his entry caused the girl was perfectly and erotically reflected in her lovely face. He paused when his cock was fully inside, long enough to spank the girl sharply and repeatedly on her round, firm ass cheeks. Then he continued his sodomy, slowly fucking his cock in and out of the submissive girl, mocking the young girl with his words. "You like this, don't you, bitch." A grunt from the girl drew another slap. "Answer me, you worthless black cunt! You like getting butt-fucked, don't you." "Ohh!" she exclaimed as he drove into her, "...ah, yes, Master." "Say it bitch," he growled. "I'm a worthless nigger slut, and I love to have a hard cock shoved up my black ass!" "I'm a worth... ahhh... worthless nigger slut... ahhh... and I love to have a... ahhh, oh God!... a hard cock shoved up my... ahhh... black ass." This continued for another five minutes or so, he fucking her ass and enlisting her support in the verbal abuse. Then the boy reappeared. "Hey, honky, you fuckin' my sister's ass? You white-trash-piece-o'-shit are butt-fucking my sister!" The boy knelt behind the man and slapped him repeatedly on his ass while he talked trash. "I think I'm gonna get me some of this white ass," he concluded, and proceeded to work his long cock into the man's ass. Being a devout heterosexual, I felt slightly guilty at being excited, and not repulsed, by the scene that followed. After a short time, the threesome developed a rhythm to their fucking, the boy driving into the man, he driving into the girl, and the strangely erotic action continued until the white man cried out as he deposited his load deep into the ass of the young black girl. The girl fell forward, pulling herself free from the man's cock, and her brother picked up his pace, thoroughly reaming the white man's ass until finally he came. "Jesus," I said to myself as I turned off the video, "and I thought I was perverted!" --------------2189213F95D-- From velvet@znet.com Wed Aug 13 15:28:29 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: RP: anon auth - Chia's Mind Machine 4 - chiasmc4.txt Date: Wed, 13 Aug 1997 12:28:29 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 88 Message-ID: <33F20ADD.2C8D@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------749259B55954" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------749259B55954 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------749259B55954 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="CHIASMC4.TXT" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="CHIASMC4.TXT" Chia's Mind Machine Chapter Four By the end of the fifth week at TQA, the total women under control totaled twenty. Since Chia was coming out in two weeks, and was anxious to take me up on my offer to provide him a fuck-toy, I collated their pictures and other data and FedEx'd the package to him. I thought that little Beth would be perfect for him, and included a note recommending her, but wanted to let him choose based on his tastes. I got my first taste of star-fucking during this week, and was somewhat disappointed. Madeline Stowe, who I've always thought was extremely attractive, met with her TQA agent, then Quentin, before I ushered her into my office. A quick question was enough to confirm that my instructions were well-implanted. Unlike with most of the women, I'd lucked out by finding Madeline with a free afternoon. She readily accepted, of course, my invitation to spend the afternoon with we, and she followed me for the drive to my house up in the hills. The sex with Madeline was fine. Great. She sucked me off, and it was terrific the way she locked her beautiful, very expressive eyes with mine while she licked, kissed and sucked my cock. Unlike Sandy, who can seem like a human vacuum machine and who loves to take me deep into the throat for a face-fuck, Madeline made love to my cock with her mouth, and to me with her eyes. She sensed perfectly when I was approaching my orgasm and paused to smile engagingly at me. In a playfully sultry voice she asked, "Do you want to cum in my mouth, lover, and have me swallow your sweet juices? Or do you want to pull out and spray your cum all over my face?" Without waiting for an answer she wrapped her lovely lips around my cock and began sucking me off with greater purpose, her sparkling eyes locked with mine. I came a minute or so later, the first blast of cum hitting the back of her throat. I quickly reached down and pulled my cock out of her mouth and pumped it so that the next jets of cum splashed against her forehead, then her cheek, then her chin. Madeline smiled as I hosed her face, then covered my cock with her mouth to take the last few drops. I fucked her later, after a shower, and it was good. But when she finally left I realized that the sex hadn't met with my expectations. It certainly wasn't the mind- blowing experience that the "rape" of Beth had been. My first thought was, "Frank, you expected too much, too soon." Then I realized that with Beth I set up a scene from my fantasies, and had her use her acting skills to make it seem real. The only fantasy involved with Madeline had been "star-fucking", having sex with a famous and unapproachable star. This added to the enjoyment, certainly, but wore off quickly and was bound to get old as I added to my virtual harem, and had opportunities with the others. I needed fantasy scenarios, I decided. I needed these women to use their acting talents, which in most cases were considerable, to help me make these scenarios real. When I drifted off to sleep that night I was tremendously excited, once more, about the future. Cindy Crawford in a wedding dress, captured and raped by a stranger on her wedding night. Demi Moore as a whore, taking my cock up her ass. Whitney Houston as a black slave, forced to submit to the plantation master. Michelle Pfiffer as a nun... Kathy Ireland... Sharon Stone... --------------749259B55954-- From velvet@znet.com Wed Aug 13 15:28:50 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: RP: anon auth - Chia's Mind Machine 5 - chiasmc5.txt Date: Wed, 13 Aug 1997 12:28:50 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 368 Message-ID: <33F20AF2.5F29@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------69C265A3552F" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------69C265A3552F Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------69C265A3552F Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="CHIASMC5.TXT" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="CHIASMC5.TXT" Chia's Mind Machine Chapter Five Chia's note read: Frank - Any of these women would be terrific!!! If forced to choose, I'd like: Jenny G. Beth R. (she is cute!) Kathy I. But it's hard to be picky! Looking forward to this!!! Your friend, Chia Originally a lingerie model, Jenny Guthro was beginning to show up in small parts in movies. In her latest she was on the screen for no more than ten seconds, but completely stole the scene as a leather-clad dominatrix, towering over the leading man in a action/adventure parody. She is probably over six feet tall (and in spiked heels even taller), and her picture should be in the dictionary under voluptuous. She is blessed with huge breasts, generous hips and ass, and long, thick black hair that goes most of the way down her back. Her face is startlingly beautiful, with high cheek bones, senuously full lips, and prominent dark eyebrows and long lashes framing wide brown eyes. I found Chia's choice of her and tiny Beth curious. Kathy Ireland is a green-eyed beauty who was made famous in the annual bathing suit pictorial of a sports magazine, and the endless calendars that followed. She has a slender, athletic body with curves in all the right places. I had Sandy call all three and leave messages on their machines that Mr. Frank Stevens of TQA wanted to talk to them. This I knew would trigger the instructions implanted in their psyches. All called back within a day or so, but unfortunately Beth would be out-of-town shooting a new pilot. Kathy and Jenny would be in town that week, and agreed to spend as much free time as they could with me (and Chia). I decided to add my own choice, a young black singer/dance named Dominique. Despite her young age (twenty-four) she was a veteran of several Broadway musicals and was very hot these days doing rock videos. I'd never had sex with a black woman, or for that matter anyone who wasn't white. The video I watched of the two black teenagers got me interested in expanding my horizons. She was quickly lined up. A few more calls and everything was lined up. I ordered lingerie from a rather risque catalogue in all the right sizes for the girls. Sandy called the limo company and ordered a stretch limo for Saturday. I invited Dominique to join me at my house Friday night. Kathy and Jenny would arrive Saturday morning in time to change into the lingerie for the limo trip to the airport. When I let Dominique into the house Friday night, I was struck by her exotic beauty. She had ebony skin that was as smooth as silk, big dark brown eyes and full, sensuous lips. Her long black hair was done up in dozens of thin braids, each decorated with interesting beads. She was wearing a burgundy colored silk dress that was held up with two thin straps. The burgundy matched her lipstick and many of the beads in her hair. Clearly braless, her smallish breasts were set high on her chest, their nipples tenting out the thin fabric. Her narrow waist led to shapely hips, a full ass, and long dancers legs. Black heels completed the outfit, and extended her height to almost my own six feet. As my eyes moved back up, I noticed the gold bracelets at her ankle and wrists, gold and ruby colored necklace and earrings. "Like what you see?" she said as my gaze returned to her face, a bit of a challenge in her tone. "Very much so," I responded, smiling. "You are quite lovely." "Well, don't get the wrong idea," she said, surprising me. "I'm here cause you might be able to help my career. I don't date white men." "Hmmm." Her comments and tone had me wondering if the instructions had failed to work on her. "Please... let me get you a drink and we can talk." I led her into the living room, took her order and mixed us the drinks at the wet bar. I noticed that she choose to sit in an easy chair, away from the fire in the huge fireplace, instead of the sofa where I could sit next to her. I was puzzled by her reactions, especially compared to the easy acceptance of me from the other girls. But I wanted this woman, so I decided to push on. "A toast..." I said as I handed her a drink and took a seat on the sofa, "...To not dating white men." She smiled and took a swallow of her drink. "But don't you find me attractive?" "Well, um," she started, frowning. "I guess so... yes, and I can't tell you why. But I make it a rule always to date black guys. White guys just want one thing." "Sex? White guys just want to fuck you?" She started at my crude and direct language, then took another long swallow of her drink. I took some comfort in the fact that she didn't react more strongly. "Cause I find you very attractive, Dominique. You're very sexy, especially dressed as you are. Did you dress that way to excite me? No bra, so your nipples stick out and remind me of what's under that dress. No hose or stockings, so I could imagine sliding my hands up those gorgeous legs and easily reach that black pussy of yours?" Dominique muttered something, put down her now-empty drink and stood up. I also stood and said, "Let me get you another drink." "I should leave," she said, but made no move toward the door. It was clear that the instructions had taken, but also that they were battling against other strongly held beliefs. I smiled at her as I picked up her glass and made us fresh drinks. "I'd really like you to stay, Dominique," I said as I handed her the glass. I sat down and, after a moment's hesitation, so did she. "Did something happen that's caused you to feel this way about white men?" "Yes," she responded, her eyes showing pain, "I was raped by a white man when I was sixteen." "I see. Well, I'm not gonna rape you. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to have sex with you. I find you extremely attractive, and part of what makes you so desirable is your race. I've never fucked a black woman before." I rose and walked over to just in front of her chair. Looking down into her confused eyes, I said, "I do want to fuck you Dominique, and to feel your black lips wrapped around my cock." I slowly unzipped by trousers, and pulled out my half- erect cock. Her eyes dropped to my cock, the back to me, and she stammered, "I can't believe this... I..." "Don't you want to suck my cock?" As I stroked my cock it lengthened and stood straight out from my body, pointing directly at the girl's face. She bit on her lower lip and stared mutely at my cock. I kicked off my loafers and let go of my cock to unbuckle my belt and pull my pants and underwear down over the stiff pole and off. As I unbuttoned my shirt, I said, "Would you do that for me, Doninique? Take my white cock into your black mouth and suck me off? I'd really like to watch you do that, wrap your lips around my cock and suck me deep into your mouth..." I tossed my shirt off and stood before her completely naked. That she was still dressed added to the feeling of power. I moved forward until my shins were pressed against her chair, and the head of my cock was inches from her face. I reached over and gently rubbed my thumbs across her cheeks and then slid my hands behind her neck. She lifted her eyes to mine in a mute appeal. I smiled, shook my head and whispered, "Suck me off, Dominique. I want to cum in your mouth...", then I added, I little more firmly, "do it now." Her eyes dropped and her lips opened as I pulled her head gently forward. Her tongue emerged and pressed against the underside of my cock as I pulled her onto my cock, and enjoyed the sight of my cock disappearing into her mouth. My cock pressed into the back of her throat about five inches deep. I backed my cock out until just the head was inside then pulled her head forward again until she gagged slightly as I bottomed out against the back of her throat. Again and again I repeated this action, enjoying the power I had as much as the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth. After a dozen thrusts, I sighed and pulled her head back until my cock sprang free. "Hmmm. That's nice, Dominique." I moved my hands from her neck and said, "Now, you do it. Lick and suck my white cock." She looked up at me and I could see both humiliation and desire in her eyes. After a moments hesitation she brought her hands up and grabbed hold of my cock. One hand slid down and gently cupped by balls while the other slid back and forth on the saliva-covered shaft. Her lips parted and her tongue snaked and lashed back and forth over the head. She then kissed and sucked on the head, first from beneath, then on each side, then from the top. When she took the whole head inside her mouth and sucked hard, I could feel the first tinglings of an orgasm, as if her mouth had a direct line to the sperm building in my balls. I concentrated hard on postponing my release, but almost lost it when she took me deep into her mouth, paused when my cock reached her throat then gurgled and pushed against me, forcing my cock into her narrow channel. "Yes!" I exclaimed when her lips pressed against the root of my cock. "That's a good black cocksucker!" She backed off my cock, then deep-throated me again. I knew I had only a minute or so left before I'd have to give her the tribute of my cum, and I wanted her to do one more thing before I exploded. Raising one foot to the arm of her chair, I reached behind me and between my legs to find the hand that had been massaging my balls so deliciously. A got ahold of a couple of fingers and pulled her hand through my legs until one of her fingernails brushed against my ass hole. "Push it in," I gasped, "and be careful." She obeyed, sliding a finger up into my ass as she increased the tempo of her fellatio. In less than a minute I experienced a powerful orgasm, and my cock jerked as it squirted load after load of creamy cum into her mouth. "You treated me like a cheap whore," were her angry first words when she rejoined me after washing up. "Well, yes, I treated you like a whore, and I will again before the night's over. But there's not a cheap whore on this planet who could make me cum like you just did. That was great Dominique." She averted her eyes and I could see the internal struggle return. It continued throughout dinner, as her feelings for me alternated between the programmed desire to please and the learned hatred of white men. After dinner, we enjoyed a long soak in the Jacuzzi, which culminated in me placing her up on the edge while I sucked and licked her pussy. Before allowing her to cum, I wet a finger in her dripping pussy and slid it into her ass and finger-fucked her ass while I ate her to a powerful orgasm. Moving inside, I found a king-sized bed sheet and a bottle of scented body oil. After laying the sheet on the carpet, I gruffly ordered Dominique to stand in the middle and to hold her hair up off her shoulders. I proceeded to thoroughly oil her entire ebony body. Every surface, curve and crevice was coated and massaged, and her oily body reflected the light erotically. She was breathing were heavily when I finished, and her coal-black nipples were rock-hard and stood almost an inch out from her heaving breasts. "Get down on all fours, you black slut, and face the mirror." Her eyes flashed anger but she obeyed, dropping to her hands and knees about six feet from the mirror and the hidden camera behind it. I moved behind her so that she could see my reflection, then poured a generous portion of oil onto my palm and began lubricating my cock. "The white man who raped you, did he fuck your ass?" "No," she spat out, "nobody's ever---" "Good," I interrupted. "That means I'm gonna have me some virgin ass!" "No, please don't. I---" "You want me to fuck your ass, bitch," I snarled as I dropped to my knees behind her and slid my hands over the oily, satiny black skin of her round ass, up over her glistening back, then back to her ass and down to her muscular thighs. When I slid my hand up between her legs, I found an extremely wet, hot cunt. She groaned and pushed back against me as I pushed two fingers into her wetness. "Yeh, this bitch is excited about getting her ass reamed!" When I moved my hands back to her ass, Dominique groaned. I wasn't sure whether this was in response to my fingers leaving her pussy or out of concern for my impending entry into her virgin ass. I slid my thumbs into the shadowy crease of her ass and spread her open, revealing the dark brown aperture I sought. Placing the head of my cock against her rosette, I released my hold on her cheeks and they closed around my cock, trapping it in place. The sight of my thick redish-white cock splitting her shiny black butt was incredibly erotic. I tore my eyes from this and looked into the mirror at Dominique, catching her watery eyes looking back at me. She was biting down on her lower lip, and her beautiful face reflected anxiousness and humiliation. I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back as I drove my cock forward, past her spincter and into her ass. Ignoring Dominique's cries, I pushed relentlessly forward and pulled her hips back until she was completely corked. Her sharp cries gave away to soft whimpering, then she begged me to stop. "It hurts! Oh, God... stop, please..." I ignored her and reached one hand around her waist and between her legs, and plunged several fingers roughly into her steaming snatch. The impaled girl's cries changed noticeably as I rubbed her clit in small circles against the hard bone beneath it. Keeping my cock buried but stationary in her narrower portal, I brought her just to the edge of an orgasm before withdrawing my fingers. "Ohhh.. don't stop!" Getting a good grip on her hips, I slid my cock slowly out of her ass. Dominique groaned softly as I pulled out, then louder as I drove back into her tight ass. She dropped her head to the carpet and reached one hand back toward her pussy. I felt her fingers nudge my balls as she went to work on her engorged clit. I continued to fuck in and out of her ass and soon noticed that my passage was easier. As I picked up the pace, Dominique's cries indicated that she was getting very close to a fantastic orgasm. "Cum for me, bitch!" I growled. "Show me how much you love getting butt-fucked." "Oh, my God! Ahhhhh... Oh, yes!... Oh, God..." Dominique's orgasm went on and on, and her anal muscles seemed to spasm around my cock as I fucked steadily in and out of her butt. Finally, she was done and collapsed forward onto the carpet, my cock popping out of her ass. I stood up and walked over to where I had left my drink, my greasy rock hard cock bobbing in front of me. Giving her a minute's respite, I sipped on my scotch and planned what I was going to do next. Dominique lay curled in front of the mirror, her back facing me. I decided how I wanted to take her next, retrieved a cushion from the sofa and returned to her. Dropping the eight-inch thick cushion on the floor next to her hips, I straddled the languid girl and lifted her over so that her butt and lower back were on the cushion, her head and shoulders on the floor. I pushed her legs up and back as I knelt down, her splayed pussy and crinkled rosebud staring at me from between her bent-over legs. It was much easier this time to work my cock into her well-lubricated ass. Dominique exhaled as I fucked in, a far cry from the groaning and moaning of earlier. As I pumped in and out of her ass, I sucked and chewed on her swollen aeroleas and erect nipples. When I paused and raised my head to look at her, she moaned and tried to thrust her chest up, desiring more. I smiled and leaned forward and kissed her deeply. As her tongue wrestled with mine, she groaned into my mouth, returning the kiss with a great deal of passion. When I broke the kiss, I rose on my arms above her, looking down into her lust-filled eyes. As I started fucking her faster, Doninique slid her arm down between us and began rubbing her pussy. "That's it, bitch. Finger yourself while I fuck your black ass!" I could tell that my derogatory racial comments humiliated her and, strangely enough, added to her excitement. "You needed a white master, didn't you. Someone who would treat you like the black whore you are! Take it, bitch, take my white cock up your slutty black butt hole! You're my black slave bitch whore slut..." "Yes!" she cried as she came, violently. "Oh, God! Oh, Jesus!..." I came as well, pumping my sperm deep into her trembling ass. --------------69C265A3552F--