Message-ID: <4522eli$9710021150@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kim Subject: {ASS/ASSM} Your Wish... (F/M, F/F love story, Oral, Anal, Vibrator) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19971002001426.11277.qmail@nym.alias.net> Your Wish... By Kim This story is dedicated to Anne, my very dear friend and fine author of erotica. It came about as a dare almost. Anne didn't like my last story very much, as she felt it was too sad to be sexy. I don't know about that, but I do know I have tried to respond to her request that I write a story that concentrates on the sex, instead of the story. I won't bore you with explanations or excuses or anything else this time. Just believe what you want, and take from it what you will. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. I should point out that I have Anne's full permission to post this. It was entirely up to her. When I told her I had written it just for her, with the words "I did it for you", she wrote back saying that she would now always think of me as standing on a tall building with a high powered rifle. So the question is: "Do ya feel lucky?" Your Wish... By Kim I clicked on the mail icon with the usual accompanying anticipation. I ran it through the decryption program holding my breath. It would be so disappointing if it was only some more dumb spam. "You can make thousands of dollars. blah, blah, blah". Yeah, and you can go screw yourself, dipshit! It was from Anne. My breath quickened, what would she tell me to do this time? Perhaps I should step back and explain what's going on. It started about three or four months back. I'd written some stories and posted them to the newsgroups. They had been received pretty well, considering they were my first attempts at anything like that. Amongst the fan mail I'd somehow made a connection with a fellow author, Anne. She was a much better writer than I was and had written dozens of top quality erotic stories. To say I was flattered to be complimented by someone of Anne's stature was an understatement. Pretty soon we were writing each other most every other day. I remember seeing a quite beautiful film, oh way back, called "84 Charring Cross Road" starring Anne Bancroft and Anthony Hopkins. It tells the bittersweet story of two people who slowly fall in love, through nothing but the letters they write to each other. At the time I thought what an unlikely story. Now I see with crystal clarity how wrong I was. I'm presently in a loving relationship with my best friend and lover Rob. Nothing could alter that, least I hope not. However, I now realize it's very possible to fall in love with more than one person at once. It's a painful situation to be in. The feelings of guilt, the ache of unrequited love, the knowledge of knowing some things can never be, no matter how much I want them. And damn me, if I hadn't gone and done it twice. Not content with one extra burden of forlorn love I'd saddled myself with another as well. But that's another story, that I may tell you about one day. Still, despite the pain, I wouldn't have it any other way. One of my remote loves, Anne, had started to send me graphic descriptions of her sexual desires and thoughts. At first they had been quite mild, but they escalated. I have to admit I responded in kind, with very little prompting. Soon we were trading all sorts of sexy stuff. It was whilst I was writing one of these steamy letters that it dawned on me that I had fallen in love with Anne. It was silly really. I'd never met the woman, nor yet even seen a picture of what she looked liked. It didn't matter. I had a description, and my imagination filled in the rest. I was in love with e-mail Anne, not necessarily the woman behind it, who I didn't really know at all. But that didn't matter and wasn't important Being in love with another woman wasn't a problem for me. I had been to bed with other women and found it as exciting as being with a man. Different in some ways, but exactly the same in others. Rob knew of my past and didn't mind. I'd once asked him if he'd ever had sex with another man, but he just looked at me funny and never really answered the question. I didn't pry any further. Our latest flurry of e-mails had produced the notion that we should trade real life stories and situations with each other. We had agreed to describe a sex fantasy for the other to carry out, either with or without our real partners. After the fantasies were completed, we were to turn them into a story and send it for the other's delectation. The first fantasy fell to me to perform. Anne had instructed me to remove all my clothes and bend over holding my ankles. Rob was to tease me for twenty minutes with my small vibrator. I wasn't allowed to fall down, else the timer would start again. Nor was I to come in that time. If I felt myself getting close than I was to warn Rob so he could stop until I was ready to continue. It didn't go quite according to plan. To begin with Rob was busy when I suggested it, so I sat and played with myself as I sat at the computer desk, waiting for him to come to me. Rob was aware I had been instructed to do this by Anne, and with an amused relish decided he would play ball. This is the story I wrote for Anne the next day. * * * To: Anne@xxxxx.xxx From: Kim Subject: My evening. After he'd finished watching television he wandered over and told me he's ready to play. By now I'm somewhat off the boil and have put my panties back on. He wanted to know what your gameplan was, so I told him. I also showed him the wet patch on the computer chair. I think he liked the idea, but thought he'd add a few of his own, damn him. He knew I was already worked up and in a deliciously submissive frame of mind, so would probably go along with anything he said. His first idea was I could use some furniture to balance on, whilst bending over if I wanted. I should have known it wasn't out of kindness that he was offering. The choice was, as you suggested, bent nearly double holding my ankles, which we both knew I probably wouldn't be able to manage for that length of time. Or I could bend over and lay my head on a chair, on condition I kept my hands on my ass cheeks keeping them pulled apart. Taking what I thought was the easier of the two options, he then played his joker. I had to use the computer chair! Resting my face in a damp patch of my own cold, pussy juice was a unique experience. Thanks, Anne. I was soon stripped off and in the assumed position. Standing behind me, so I couldn't see him, he switched on the vibrator and began to gently run it along my pussy lips. I quivered and squirmed. I only lasted about ten minutes before I told him I was about to come. When I'd calmed down a bit and the tingles had passed, he gently pushed the vibrator into me, switched off and left me standing there, displaying my all. It's only a small vibrator I've got. I've had it since college. It's smooth, ivory colored, slim and about five inches long. He only pushed it in about half way and told me I had to keep it in or the timer would start again. He went off and got undressed leaving me there trembling, trying desperately not to clench suddenly and flip it out. Bastard! Even bigger bastard. When he came back he started snapping pictures with our new digital camera. He loves gadgets. And NO, I am not sending any pics! I was begging for him to continue by now, and so he starts again on my tender places, switching back on the vibrations. This time I only last three or four minutes before I know I'm about to pop. He stops and wipes the vibrator on my ass cheeks. He says I can rest a minute, but I can only let go my ass if I play with my nipples. I keep hold my ass. I tell him I'm ok once more. He starts again, but this time he's right behind me and I can feel him brushing his erect prick on my ass. He rubs the vibrator up and down between my ass cheeks, across my asshole. I'm begging him to let me come. He just slides in me. I'm so wet and open, I don't really register for a moment, and I think it's the vibrator. He isn't the most well endowed guy ya ever saw , but he fits me perfectly. I beg him to use the vibrator on my clitty but he doesn't. I nearly lose it and drop to my knees but he holds me up by wrapping his arms under my stomach. It doesn't take him long to come and I feel him tense and shudder against me. He stops moving and rests his head on my back, and mumbles stuff I can't hear. I beg him more than ever to finish me, or at least let me do it myself. He still refuses. He climbs off and puts the switched off vibrator back inside me. He backs away and sits down on another chair facing my exposed cunt, full of his cum and stoppered with my vibrator. He takes more pictures. I plead with him to let me come too, but he says no. I have to wait for twenty minutes, that's the deal. Two or three minutes of standing there, bent over like that and I'm almost crying now, begging for relief. He tells me I can stand up, but the vibrator mustn't fall out, or I don't get to come at all tonight. I stand up slowly, still holding my ass apart and trying my best to grip the vibrator evenly. I try to bring my legs together but he tells me not to. My back and arms are aching quite a bit now, but I'm burning up with lust. I want to come so bad! I look down and watch his cum slide down the vibrator and drip on the carpet. Again I beg to come. Finally he relents. He says I must turn round and sit spread legged on the chair I've been leaning on, without removing the vibrator. I do as he says and very carefully sit on the chair, with my legs still splayed wide for him to see. The vibrator pushes further up inside me as my wet, distended lips touch the already damp material of the chair. He finally allows me to reach in and switch on the vibrator and finish myself off. He takes more pictures of me as I do. It isn't easy to turn on the vibrator when it's so far inside me, but I manage by lifting slightly off the chair. I don't look at him as I finger my clitoris, I close my eyes. It only takes a couple of seconds. I cry out in pleasure and have to bite down on my right hand knuckle. My orgasm goes on and on. I nearly fall off the chair as I tremble so violently. I sag down onto the ground and reach back between my legs to pull out the vibrator. It drops to the ground, still buzzing, slick with our fluids. I lie flat on the ground face down with my head laying in the upturned crook of my elbow. I'm shattered. I can't speak. I drifted into near unconsciousness until I feel Rob lifting me to my feet and virtually carrying me to bed. I sleep almost straight away. Next thing I know, Rob is bringing me my early morning cup of tea. Well, that was my evening, how was yours? Needless to say, Anne liked the story . * * * It was now my turn to think of something for her to do, but what? We'd agreed that we wouldn't involve third parties other than our partners. Which is just as well, as Anne had suggested, jokingly I hoped, that I ought to wear my shortest, tightest miniskirt and go searching for interesting books on the bottom shelf of my local public library, minus my panties. I'd shuddered at the thought, both in fear and arousal, but I'd had to talk her out of embarrassing ourselves in public. I was both relieved and disappointed when she'd agreed to the condition. I decided she was to act as a cliched porn queen. She would dress in her sexiest clothes and drag her man, Dan, to bed as soon as he got to her apartment. She was to keep alternating positions every few minutes, and when he was ready to come, she was to let him do it on her upturned face with her mouth open. Pretty much the plot of every dismal porno movie Rob had made me sit through. I sent it off not knowing if she'd do it. I knew she was anything but submissive, and I didn't know if this would be a bit much for her. A few days passed with no word. I was beginning to wonder if I'd gone too far. I needn't have worried. When the e-mail came it was blistering. Anne had done all I asked and more. I read it over and over. I was so worked up I just sat and masturbated at my computer desk. I shuddered and convulsed and then just sat there, eyes closed, resting my head on the desk, next to my keyboard. I found myself mumbling half silent thank yous to my fabulous Anne. That evening as I lay in bed with Rob, I was as tender and loving as I could be. He seemed to sense something was different but he didn't say anything, bless him. He too made love in a sweetly gentle manner. It was wonderful. Afterward I lay my head on his shoulder and thought of Anne, wherever she was. I tried to hold them back, but I could feel some stray tears run down on to Rob's chest. He asked me what was wrong, but I told him nothing, I was crying because I was happy. Well, it was sort of true. Guilt can be a harsh mistress. We lay like that for ages, not saying anything. Eventually I just came right out with it and told him was in love with somebody else. The tears really flowed then. He quietly asked me who, so I told him. He breathed a huge sigh and held me close to him. He told me not to worry him like that again, and started to laugh. He really didn't mind me having virtual affairs as long as I had no intention of making them real. I kissed him so much he had to eventually hold me off . I was laughing and crying and kissing almost dementedly. I don't think he had any idea what a weight he had lifted from my shoulders. I was beyond joy, at his understanding. On a roll, I told him it was more than one. He frowned at me. But after a moment's thought he just shrugged and told me not to tell him anymore. He would just trust my judgment not to let it get out of hand. I solemnly promised. His final comment was as long as was just other chicks anyway, what did it matter. I thought it best not to mention all the men I flirted on- line with. Besides, none of them was as intense as Anne, and to a lesser extent my other love, who seemed to lead such a busy life she couldn't sustain a continuous affair like this anyway. Next day I was at the computer doing my work. For the second time I clicked on the mail icon in as many minutes. I knew it would be coming soon. It was my turn to act out one of Anne's fantasies. It was distracting me from my work, but I could feel the pull of the icon. This is stupid, I thought, get a grip. It could be days, or horrible thought, even weeks before she sent any instructions. I returned to my work sullenly. My pointer wandered over to the icon almost of it's own will. There was mail. And this is where you came in. if you can remember back to the start of the story. Anne was exacting her revenge for the porn queen stunt, I'd pulled. I was to be a hooker and present Rob with a list of my prices. I was to really charge him and keep the money. I was to include things on the list that I didn't like doing, but just charge more for them, to see if he would pay for normally exempt pleasures. I read it again, slightly shocked. My mind whirled in panic. Could I do it? How would I explain it to Rob? Should I tell him it was Anne's idea or should I tell him it was mine? I sat and thought about the whole scenario. Jesus, Anne could be nasty. I started to get aroused at the thought of demeaning myself to Rob, at the behest of another woman. She hadn't set down any categories, they were entirely up to me. I knew I could write a list of things I liked to do, but I also knew that wasn't what Anne demanded of me. With slightly trembling hands I called up a new document and started to compose a list of "Kimmie the hooker's prices". I didn't have the faintest idea what I should charge or what I would do for the money. I vowed to myself to give Anne a more positive role next time, hoping she would return the compliment. * * * I sat Rob down and explained I wanted to try something out for the book I was researching, the book that one day I would get around to writing. I had become fascinated by the sex industry. I told him I wanted to know what it was like to prostitute myself. As I wasn't about to go out and do it for real, he would have to be my "john". He laughed and told me I was mad. I rebuked him and told him I was serious. I handed him the list. He read it, then looked at me with a quizzical look in his eyes. He asked me again if I was serious. I confirmed I was. He re-read the list and whistled. I could see his reticence being overcome with his rising lust. He asked if he could pick the clothes I should wear. I agreed, smiling at his new-found enthusiasm. He pulled out his wallet and swore. He got up and told me follow him to the bedroom. He went though my wardrobe and lingerie drawers, and picked out the sexiest clothes he could find. He told me to get dressed and he would be back in a moment. He had to go to an ATM and get some more cash. I'd told him I wouldn't accept a check, hoping that would remove some of the more disagreeable items from the list. So much for connivance. When he returned I was dressed to kill, with extra heavy makeup and bathed in perfume. He made a big show of peeling off some bills and pushing them down my newly created cleavage, courtesy of a Wonderbra. I can definitely say that Rob enjoyed himself that evening, and I'm kinda proud to admit I made quite a bit of money. If only it was so easy in real life, you know I might be tempted. This is the story I wrote to Anne as a result. * * * To: Anne@xxxxx.xxx From: Kim Subject: Kim The Hooker Rob read the list and picked out what he wanted. Oral and anal. He also told me it didn't matter if I came or not, as I was only there to please the client. Bastard! He'd handed over the two hundred dollars without a qualm. Hmmm, makes me wonder if he's not more used to this sort of thing! He just stood there grinning, the big oaf. I had on a sparkly purple mini dress, that I'd last worn to a party about five years before. It was very tight and I had to struggle to get into it. I was also wobbling about on stupidly high stilettos that he'd begged me to buy previously. I knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants. I reached in and pulled out his prick. It was only semi-hard. I looked up at him. He just smiled back down at me. I sucked him into my mouth and just let it sit there for a moment. I started to softly lick it on the underside of its head. It's such a strange feeling having a prick get hard in your mouth. The heat of the blood as it swells, the strong odors, the smoothness. I pulled back as his prick swelled to the back of my mouth. I started to move back and forward on him. I could taste his lubrication starting to flow. I kept pumping with my mouth, as a sudden wicked thought crossed my mind. If I could make him come, them maybe he wouldn't want the other thing he'd asked for. As I was pondering whether that meant I would have to give him a refund, he suddenly pulled out, snapping me out of my reverie and ordered me to the bed. I gave him my best disgruntled look and got up and went and did as he asked. He pulled off his pants and boxers and stood proudly waving his prick at me. I told him to come and do something useful with it as time was money. He told me to roll over and get on all fours. This was the part I really wasn't looking forward to. I was so nervous I new I wasn't even lubricating yet, even though normally giving a blow job gets me wet as hell. I felt him tug my tight dress up over my ass and rest something cold on my bare back. I flinched. It was a tube of K-Y. I closed my eyes and groaned. I'd tried anal before, but each time it had been too painful and I couldn't get past the grim warnings I received as a teenager about hygiene and infections. I clasped a pillow and prayed he'd get on with it. Thanks Anne, this was just what I wanted out of my sex life. I felt him pull my panties down to my thighs. I expected him to slide them down to my knees and then right off, but he just left them there. It meant I couldn't spread my legs too far apart. Oh, he wanted his pound of flesh all right. I was nervous as a kitten waiting for it to start. I flinched again as I felt him start to work the cold lubricant around my anus. Something small entered me and I let out another involuntary groan. He told me to relax. I tried, but every time he moved I clenched again. I couldn't help it. The small thing withdrew and something bigger entered me. I held my breath and forced myself to accept it. A second thing entered me. I could feel the pain beginning to mount as I was being stretched open. I groaned again. He now had both his thumbs in me. He started to gently stretch them apart. I was panting in short bursts trying to control myself. All the while he was urging me to relax, relax, relax. Hah!, it wasn't him on the receiving end. Both his large hands cupped a cheek, as he squeezed them for few moments. I was starting to relax at the sensations. I must have been large enough for him to enter as I could now feel him rest the head of his prick against the rim of my ass. In one smooth, and well lubricated maneuver, he slid his thumbs out and his prick in. I groaned loudly this time. I couldn't help it. The pain was as bad as I remembered it the last time I'd let someone talk me into this. How often had I teased him about the size of his manhood in the past? Now it felt like a fucking baseball bat. I felt like I needed to have a shit and not at all sexy. It got worse. He started to fuck me. I tried my best to push back for him but in the end all I could do was keep as still as possible and endure it. Then a curious thing happened. My muscles finally relaxed and I began to realize I was getting substantial feelings sweeping through my lower guts, not at all dissimilar to getting a good fucking in my pussy. I opened my eyes and tried to get a glimpse over my shoulder. I couldn't quite twist my head round enough, and besides Rob was starting to build up his tempo. I started to grunt in unison with each of his thrusts. It really was beginning to feel good. No, more than that, it was beginning to feel fucking fantastic. I experimentally started to push back to meet him. His balls were starting to slap on my lips. I tried to arch my back even further so that I could reach under me and get a finger to my pussy. Rob grunted and told me to let go my pussy and stroke his balls instead. I grudgingly complied, as the client comes first. By now I just knew I was lubricating like a bitch. God, all of a sudden I wanted to come so bad. Anne I could just hug you, you nasty evil bitch. Oops, sorry, forgot you don't like to be called names like I do. Rob started to let out a low steady moan, modulated by his rapid thrusts. I joined him in a cat's chorus. I was getting close to an explosive orgasm despite not being allowed to play with myself. He stopped thrusting and rasped out a loud shuddering groan. I felt his rhythmic spasms pulsing past my tightly stretched sphincter. I moaned in frustration. I was so close. He became quiet and leant down on my back. I buckled not being able to take the weight. We both collapsed onto the bed, him still embedded in me. The sudden change of position made me clamp my asshole again and the pain shot back into my guts. All thoughts of an orgasm were suddenly quashed. We waited for him to shrink like a pair of dogs. Eventually he pulled out of me. A very strange feeling, I thought I'd just shit myself. I daren't look at the state of his prick, I'd have died of embarrassment if it was covered in what I thought it might be covered in. He rolled off me and lay on his back with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I got up and went to the bathroom to wipe myself. It was a strange feeling, being still stretched and dripping lubricant and cum. I tentatively wiped myself and winced at the tenderness of my poor asshole. As I sat there, I pondered whether prostitution was worth it. One thing I did know though, was I was damn sure I wouldn't be leaving it so long before I tried anal sex again. Despite the pain, if Rob had let me, I knew I would have had one hell of an orgasm. Funny how things turn out really. Well Anne, how was that? I'd like to thank you from the bottom of my heart, or should that be the heart of my bottom. ;) * * * I sat at my desk. Rob had just told me he knew all along that it was probably Anne who'd put me up to it. I was sulking at my lack of guile, and my gullibility at believing him when he apparently believed me. Men! I hate them. I'd already warned Rob he owed me a massive licking session. He'd laughed and said it would cost me two hundred bucks. I glowered at him. Now what can I think of for Anne's next staring role? The End This is not to be used on any website, especially commercial, without my express permission. Comments, good or bad, to kim@nym.alias.net where I will do my very best to reply to all e-mails. I can thoroughly recommend you take a look at Anne's webpage for some excellent erotica at http://members.aol.com/Anon747/index.html but don't you dare steal any of her fine work. Promise me? 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