Message-ID: <7429eli$9803312046@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Dolphin31 Pacific" Subject: Georgetta: The Bet Part 3: Scenes from a Trashy Novel 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: <19980331203239.2588.qmail@hotmail.com> ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================== WARNING : The following story contains descriptions of sexual acts performed between consenting adults. If you are not at least 18 years of age, or you find this brand of literature offensive, then exit this file/message now. (!) Caveat lector; you read at your own risk. ========================================================================== If you liked the story, please drop me a line at: Dolphin31p@hotmail.com Please don't post it to alt.sex.stories itself. Posting the comment with a Cc: to the author would be the best way to encourage them to continue entertaining you. The copyright of this story belongs to the author, and the fact of this posting should not be construed as limiting or releasing these rights in any way. In most cases, the author will have further notices of copyright below. If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ========================================================================== Written by: The Dolphin The girl in this story is a real person, an ex-girlfriend of mine. We parted amicably, and I still care about her a lot. This story is a work of fiction - it never happened, although I have shared it with her, and she enjoyed it. I hope you do too! The names have been changed to protect us both. Georgetta is the name of another girl that I have desired, but the physical descriptions of my heroine are of my ex-girlfriend. ________________________________________________________________________ The story so far: Our lovely heroine, Georgetta, arrived home from work one Friday night to discover a box had been left for her from her lover, Chris. Taking the box upstairs and opening it, she discovered a letter and a sexy black leather outfit. It seems that Georgetta and Chris had made a bet, and Chris had won. His reward was her following the instructions in the letter. Georgetta read the letter and proceeded to get dressed like, well, a motorcycle slut (leather halter and miniskirt, fishnet stockings, black boots). She had then been instructed to pour herself a glass of wine and begin reading the trashy romance novel Chris had sent. After reading several delicious and sensuous chapters, she had needed more wine. She had just settled back into her chair with her second glass of wine, and resumed reading. She opened the book to her bookmark and started on the next chapter... Chapter 3: Georgetta: Scenes from a Trashy Romance Novel Donna opened her eyes and stared into darkness. She blinked several times, but still could not see anything. Then she realized she was blindfolded. Worse, they, whoever they were, had gagged her as well. Her mouth tasted funny. She tried to spit it out but found she couldn't. It took her a few minutes to regain her thoughts and assess what was going on. She felt like she was laying on her back, that much she could figure out. Something soft, most likely a bed. She tried to move her arms but realized that they were fastened above her head. Same with her legs. She could feel they were tied to something else as well. She was basically tied spread-eagled on a bed, blindfolded and gagged. She also felt a little cold, but could still feel her bra straps across her chest and the waistband of her panties. So she wasn't naked, but certainly not fully clothed either. "This is not good," she thought to herself, not for the first time. She tugged with each arm, and then tried to move her legs, but to no avail. She was tied tight and not going anywhere until someone decided to let her go. She heard the door open and footsteps approach the bed. She turned her head towards the sound, but still could not see anything - the blindfold cut off all of her sight. Then she felt fingers on the side of her face. She turned away, and then realized that they were caressing her face, and not hurting her. She felt the hand work slowly and softly down her cheek and ear, to her neck, caressing and touching the sides of her neck and under her chin. The one hand was joined by a second, alternating between her earlobes, her neck, and her chin. Despite herself, Donna thought it felt quite nice. The hands stopped and she heard footsteps move away from the bed. Then she heard the music begin. It was a jazz song. For some reason it made her think of her ex-fiancé - he had always loved listening to jazz and they had frequently made love to the sounds of jazz on the stereo. Then she heard the steps approaching her again, and then the wait and feeling of someone sitting on the bed next to her. The hands returned, stroking and caressing her face and neck, occasionally moving to her upper chest. Then she felt his hands on her gag, loosening it. He pulled it from her mouth. Donna worked her tongue, lips, and jaw, trying to moisten her dry mouth. Then a few splashes of a liquid were dropped into her mouth. She tasted it and realized it was water. A hand reached behind her neck and lifted her head upwards, and a glass was placed against her lips, allowing her to drink. She took several swallows before the glass was lifted away. "Please let me g-" she started to say when her lips were covered by his. In shock, she turned away from the kiss, but he placed his hands on either side of her face and turned her to him. He kissed her again, although she didn't return the favor. But there was something strangely familiar about his kiss... Then his lips were on her neck, and nibbling softly on the sides of her neck, up and down, and to that little spot on the right side of her neck that was just so sensitive, and then back to her lips. This time, she kissed back, surprising herself. His lips left hers, and returned to that sensitive spot on her neck. They worked downwards, down her upper chest and to the top of her straining breasts, kissing and nuzzling between them. She felt his hands reach behind her for the clasp of her brasserie, and lifted her back up slightly to help. "There are only two men in this world that know how sensitive that spot on my neck is," she thought to herself as the mysterious stranger finished removing her bra and started kissing her breasts. "One was her now ex-lover Vernon, who she had left in the hotel room with that slut Kendra, the other her ex-fiancé, David. But which one of the two of them was doing this. It can't be Vernon - he could never have gotten down to the hotel parking garage in time to catch her from behind. That meant it had to be..." Then she felt that distinctive nibbling sensation on her left breast and knew it to be - "David! - David let me go you son-of-a-bitch! How dare you do this to me!" she yelled at him. A chuckling sound let her now she had guessed correctly. "Let me out of these ropes you bastard!" she screamed at him, trying to twist her body and breasts away from his kisses. "Quiet, m'love" or I'll need to put the gag back in" he said to her. "You just lay there and enjoy this evening's attention" He moved his lips down from her breasts, softly nibbling down her stomach and caressing the space of skin just above her womanhood. She felt him grasp the fabric of her panty with both hands and then heard a ripping noise as he ripped one side of the fabric. She felt him slide the remainder of the garment down her left leg, and then gasped as he pressed his lips and tongue against her most sensitive spot. Despite her cries to stop, that they had broken up, that she didn't want him to do this, that he was a bastard and had left her for another woman, David continued his affections to her womanhood, and she could feel her excitement rising inside her. Her protestations died away as she was swept away in the exotic feelings he produced within her. She struggled weakly against the bonds holding her hands, and then gave up, allowing him to take her. As the moment came, she shook with ecstacy, and lay there, allowing the emotions and feelings to sweep through her. Then he was inside her. She felt his manhood penetrate deep into her, and she found herself raising her hips to take him, to feel him. They moved together, she moving upwards, he driving into her. She heard his cries as he achieved his release and shook within her before collapsing on top of her. After several minutes, he reached up and removed her blindfold. She squinted in the light, realizing that it was only from a few candles he had placed around the bed. She looked around and recognized the decor and furnishings of the Ritz Carlton! She had never even left the hotel! As she started to ask him to explain, he again dropped his lips to her womanhood and began again, this time slower and more languorously than the first time. Hours and hours passed, it seemed to her, as she lay there upon the bed. She could feel the sheets grow wet beneath her, as David brought her to a second and then third release. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts, moving up and down her legs. After the third release he slowly stopped and lifted his body from hers. She felt his hands on her legs, releasing the ties from each foot. As she stretch and flexed each leg he moved to her arms and release each one. He laid down beside her and she rolled towards him, enveloping his face with kisses. She moved herself on top of him, and found him ready for her again. This time she moved slowly atop him, feeling his hardness within herself. She watched his face and eyes, trying to gauge his level of excitement, slowing as she thought he neared release. Finally, as her thighs began to burn, she quickened the pace of their lovemaking, and felt him achieve his release. She collapsed on top of him, holding him in place inside her. "You have a lot of explaining to do," she said to him. Georgetta turned the page in the novel and found a post-it note from Chris. It said: That's all for your reading enjoyment this evening. You can finish the book another time. Now it's time to proceed to the next activity in this night's entertainment plans. If you are still willing to participate, open the envelope at the back of this book. Chris Georgetta thought for a few moments. She really wanted to see what happened next in the story, find out whether Donna took David back or got back together with Vernon. She was also feeling very aroused. That last scene had really turned her on, and she was more than a bit curious as to what else Chris had planned for her. She found the envelope stapled into the back of the book. Ripping it from the book cover, she opened it to find a second envelope and a sheet of paper with further instructions. The sheet read: Georgetta, I hope you have enjoyed your evening so far. I have put a considerable amount of work into this fantasy, and hope to allow you to experienced one of the most incredible nights of your life. You now need to decide if you want to follow through where I am about to take you. You may have a slight idea based on your attire and the last scene in the novel. I assure you that you will not be hurt, and that we will have a most incredible night of lovemaking and pleasure. If you agree, then you are first to clean-up the wine glass and leave the novel on the counter in the kitchen. Then take the remaining envelope into the bedroom and get the second box from inside the first carton I left for you. I will soon be there, my darling, and promise to make incredible love to you regardless of your decision as to where this night goes. I can only imagine how incredibly sexy and desirable you look right now, dressed in the boots and leather I have provided for you. Finally, if at any time this night is not going as you would desire and want to stop the fantasy, you are to say "Thunderbird". That will be our code word to let me know that you want to stop and talk. Otherwise, I will continue with my plans for the evening and assume that I have your agreement. For now, my love, Chris To be Continued in Chapter 4: Fit to be Tied--====================987654321_0==_ Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |