Message-ID: <5861eli$9711252311@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: lordshon@aol.com (Lord Shon) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Bikini Brothel Part 3 and 1/2 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: <19971125131201.IAA28450@ladder02.news.aol.com> This story contains sex between a male and a female, attempted sex between a male and a female and some silliness. If this offends you, then by all means, don't read this story and have your decency ruined by me. This is the second part to Bikini Brothel Part 3 and due to problems posting, I had to post the 2nd part here. I have the feeling you will like this story a lot more if you read Part 3 first. This story is mine, feel free to archive, save, re-post, and reveiw, just give me credit for my little story of the absurd. Bikini Brothel Part 3 and 1/2 By Shon Richards Debra Jo and Michelle went outside and walked through the grass a little clumsily on their five inch heels. After stopping twice to pull Debra Jo's heels out of the ground, they made it to the foreman's trailer. It was being blocked by a severe looking blonde security guard. They suspected he might have been a weightlifter because he had a full length mirror nailed to the door he was guarding. The other clues they had were the barbells, the barrel of Gatorade and the way he kept striking poses. "Debra Jo, you go see if he would be willing to let me go by in exchange for something you might be able to do for him." said Michelle. Debra didn't need to be told twice. She shook her long blonde hair so it fell over her shoulders to drap past her breasts. She then walked up to the guard swinging her hips and running her hands down her sides. The guard noticed her and flexed. "What might be your name you strong handsome stud?" asked Debra Jo in her best southern drawl. "My name is Mike Hammerthrust, and what might you be doing out here pretty lady?" asked the blonde steroid monster. Debra twirled a peice of her hair, letting the end play back and forth across her stiff nipple underneath her bikini top. "My friend over there needs to speak to your foreman, can we somehow work something out?" she answered. Mike was a simple man. Heck if he wasn't a simple man to begin with, the mind destroying steroids made sure he was one now. Mike treasured his job for the simple reason it showed off his muscles. Mike wouldn't do anything to endanger his only source of income, an income that paid for his gym membership, his leotards, and of course, his vitamins. With all this in mind he responded "Sure, just give me some sex and she can go through." Debra Jo paused for a moment, she had never encountered someone this direct. She found she liked it better than the usual inane hinting. She looked over at Michelle and waved her over. Michelle was pretty impressed herself and decided she was going to lay all her charm on this foreman to make up for the devastation she felt when Mr. Yogukumach turned her down. Michelle walked right into the small trailer office, suprising the foreman who thought his door was guarded. The man was well tanned and had an air of competence about him that put Michelle on edge. He brushed a wavy lock of curly black hair out of his eyes and his blue eyes sparkled at her. Michelle realized she was going to enjoy this seduction. "Young lady I'm going to have to ask you to leave, this is a private office." he spoke with a deep voice. Michelle lifted a tanned leg and placed it on his desk. "Mr Foreman sir," she began with her pouty voice, "I need some supplies and workers to fix up my place." Greg knew a proposition when he heard one. Sadly for Michelle, he had already lost tons of money in his career by giving in to pretty women. He responded with "I see, well here are our rates and estimates for renovation." As Michelle wondered what she was doing wrong, Debra Jo and Mike became aquainted. Their aquaintance began with Mike taking off his shirt and flexing as Debra Jo sucked on one of his well defined pecs. He held his arms up as she unzipped his pants and let his Hanes drop down. Mike was imagining himself on MuscleStud magazine while Debra reached up and hoisted herself on his arms. Lifting herself like an erotic pullup, she rubbed her chest on his bare muscles. Her own muscles straining, she kissed Mike deeply and lowered her trembling workbox onto his nine inch shaft. Mike wrapped his twenty inch biceps around Deba Jo and grabbed as much of her ass as he could. Her position now secure, she pressed her silicone inflated chest against him, letting him look down and see that wonderful cleavage touching his body. He looked down at her chest while he lifted her up and down with his hands. Having her wet Texan bush sliding on his pole was not as exciting as feeling her nipples stroke his chest. He began groaning as he did his favorite repetitions. Meanwhile Michelle was trying a new tactic. She was sitting in the foreman's lap, her back to him, leaning into him and letting her long hair fall on his face. With sheer lust in her voice she asked "What's your name handsome foreman guy?" She realized her ploy had failed when he blew her hair out of his face and sneezed from the chemicals inherent in a young woman's hair. He pushed her out of his lap and stood up, his six feet and three inches towering over her. "My name is Greg Groundstone young lady and let me tell you a thing about construction companies. Building or repairing a building cost alot of money in labor and materials." He paused as a loud thumping noise emanated from the wall of his trailer outside. "Even if I wanted to help you, I would have to explain to Mr. Yogokumach what happened to several hundreds of thousands of dollars in material. Now how do you expect me to explain that?" Michelle pretended to think it over, running her finger in and out of her mouth in thought. Her eyes widened as she had an idea. "You could say it was stolen!" she exclaimed happily. Greg shook his head and was about to admonish her when he was interrupted by an even louder thumping on the wall outside. Unknown to him, his security guard was doing cock push-ups on Debra Jo against the wall. Debra Jo was grinding her fingernails into Mike's shoulders as he pressed her bouyant buttocks against the trailer siding. His cock was ramming faster into her which distratced her from the fact that the wall was hot on her back. He continued to thrust into her while she wrapped tighter around him with her legs. Her nails broke on his powerful shoulders one right after another, fragments of Lee Press-ons littering the grass. She squeezed herself tighter around his cock and dug her heels into the back of his legs. He let go of her and placed his hands on the trailer as his thrusts became longer and longer. His cock was holding her at an angle and the pressure went to her shoulders to stay vertical. He moaned louder and louder, his balls slapping her underside, and the trailer began to rock from their lust making. As the trailer rocked Michelle struggled to hold onto something while wearing her heels. Greg ran to the window and his eyes grew very large as he saw his guard fucking some blonde bimbo. His mouth tightened and he looked at Michelle with malice. She hadn't seen a guy this pissed since her last boyfriend found her with his other four brothers. His forehead was growing a new vein he was so angry. "You have approximatly three minutes," warned Greg, "to get your friend and leave before I call some real police over her and remove you, your friend, and my rent-a-cop." Michelle sighed, pulled out a pink device from her purse and aimed it at Greg. His body froze and then began twitching as twin darts delivered about fifty thousand non-lethal volts to his body. She couldn't believe he was the second guy today who had turned her down. It's a good thing Michelle's mother had given her a Tazer for her birthday. Her mother said it was for men who didn't understand the word "no". Michelle found it much more useful for men who didn't ever stop saying "no". She stepped outside, dragging Greg's body behind her. She saw that Debra was on her knees before the guard and licking his crimson shaft. Michelle knew from watching her cousin in the woods that Debra Jo always finished her men off with oral action. Debra Jo once explained that she much rather they cum on her chest like they do in the movies, it made her feel less cheap. Greg was leaning against the trailer, this time his back was smouldering on the metal siding. Debra Jo was holding her breasts around his cock and sliding her chest up and down. Everytime she slid down she would wrap her lips around the tip of his cock and everytime she lifted back up, her tongue would be the last part to leave. Now that Michelle had opened the door, Greg could see himself in the door mirror. He alternated poses as Debra Jo continued to breastfuck and suck him. When his cock began to shrink from his distracted attention, she grabbed his cock firmly and used the milking skills she learned as a little farm girl. His attention reverted back to the innocent farm girl with the deathgrip on his cock. Her hands were a blur of motion as they pumped his swelling cock. She lowered her mouth to his tip and held out her tongue as foam appeared on his grind muscle. Greg reached back and tore two strips of siding off as he came finally onto Debra Jo's waiting face. His body froze as the smiling blonde girl milked every last once out of him into her mouth. His cock now crumpling, he dropped to the ground satisfied and soon feel asleep. Debra Jo shook her head and covered him with his t-shirt. She muttered something about typical men under her breath and noticed Michelle with a twitching body. "Damn Michelle, you must of fucked him good, he's still twitching." said Debra Jo as she wiped cum onto Greg's pants. "Nope, I had to tazer him and now we are going to have to take desperate measures to make him help us." answered the weary Michelle. "Goodness, what do you have in mind?" asked the wide eyed blowjob queen. Michelle grinned wickedly. "Well, if I'm not good enough to convince him, " she said, "then let's see if Helga and her dungeon are more convincing." Continued in Bikini Brothel part Four "Only a fool scolds a cat for licking it's own behind"--Warren Murphy -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /