Message-ID: <20782eli$9903260431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: azil@my-dejanews.com Subject: {ASSM/ASS} My Reward, Ch 29 (MC, MF, MFF) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7deuqg$oq4$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> My Reward By Azil Copyright 1998-99 Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any specific person, living or dead. Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This does not mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed any of them, or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it mean that he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't). This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions it may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it available for minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these laws. Even if it isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids anyway. CHAPTER 29: A DAY WITH BETH, AND WENDY, AND DEBBIE A couple days later I was lying in bed with Beth after having an outstanding post-breakfast fuck with her, and we were discussing my adventures with Karen Waner. I was actually a bit reluctant to talk about it, since it seemed something rather special in its innocence and purity. At the same time, I wanted to talk about it precisely because it had been so special to me. Beth was the only person with whom I could talk about these things of course, besides being probably my best friend. And, because she was my friend, I worried about Beth because she seemed to be getting more and more into the kinkier aspects of Reward-enabled sex. Just that morning, for example, she had been telling me about how much she enjoyed being fucked by two or more men at the same time - usually having one in her pussy and one in her mouth, although occasionally adding another in her ass. She suggested that we try it. I told her I wasn't into threesomes, unless they were majority female. She smiled and called me narrow-minded, an insult I was prepared to deal with. However, I suggested an alternative. I wasn't prepared to share her with another man, I said, but I was willing to share her with myself. "Huh?" she said, then lit up with a sudden smile as she saw where I was going with the idea. We were at that moment already in bed, engaging in ordinary missionary style sex (which, boring as it may sound, remains my favorite). I simply rolled over, so she was on top of me, and created a clone of myself who promptly drove his (my?) cock into her ass. It was strange, to say the least, to be simultaneously fucking a woman in the cunt and the ass. It was strange to be watching myself having sex with a woman. It was strange watching myself watching myself. To summarize: It was strange. And since both cocks and all four eyes were connected to the same brain, I was on sensory overload. Beth was enjoying the heck out it too. She loved sex in all its forms, but she was, as I mentioned, developing a definite preference for the bizarre. And being fucked by two men who were one man certainly qualified under that heading. "Oh god, Tom, that's good," she said huskily. Both of me agreed. A few moments later, though, she decided that she needed a cock in her mouth, too, so I added a third version of me, who stood over me and stuck his/my cock into her mouth. I was going nuts with the multiple sensations, as was Beth, and we both came very quickly (or, all four of us came very quickly). The sensation of having three ejaculations at once is something that I won't even bother trying to describe. I made the clones disappear after their work was done, and Beth lay on top of me for quite a while, then said, "Wow, we've got to do that a lot more often." "I'm not so sure," I replied from beneath her, my cock withering slowly and my breathing returning to normal. "I don't know if even Reward could prevent me from having a heart attack on a steady diet of that." She laughed gently and rolled off me. This was one of the most pleasant parts of most days for me. The long, laughing conversations I would have with Beth after or between fucks. She'd tell me about her adventures, while I'd talk about work or my visits to other worlds. For a while, I hadn't told her about my marriage to Sharon, worried about how she'd react, but Beth had merely found it amusing - getting a great laugh out of our altar fuck (and pointing out, quite properly, that I had little room to talk about her kinkiness, after pulling off something like that). She continued to be puzzled about why I put up with Chris. "Look, you've got lots of alternatives," she was telling me. "You could change her. . . ." I shook my head. Beth knew that I was adamant on the point of not changing my family. "She's your friend," I pointed out. "Do you want me changing your friend?" "Just a little?" she wheedled, but conceded the point, knowing that I wasn't going to yield on it. "Well, okay," she went on, "you could divorce her - I mean it's not like you don't already have another wife. Hell," she added, inspired, "you could even kill her without anybody catching you." Even coming from Beth, this shocked me. "Okay," she laughed, "maybe that's not such a good idea." We veered off this topic, since it was one we knew we would never agree on, and I told Beth about Karen Waner. She understood perfectly why it had been so special for me. And she had a great idea for me. I had told her about my desire to fuck Cassie, but also that I had felt a lot of guilt about my pedophile feelings, ever since I had first had Cassie and Little Bit almost a year previous. "Instead of fucking Cassie yourself, why don't you have your little boy self do it?" she suggested. "You didn't feel guilty about Karen, because she was having sex with a boy her own age - so do the same with Cassie." I liked it. Despite her sympathetic viewpoint, there was a part of the Karen story that Beth didn't understand - baseball. "I can never understand why men get so hung up on that stuff," she said musingly, "but if it made you happy, I'm glad for you." I didn't care for her condescension, and pointed out that Karen had thought it mattered. "Good for Karen," she said with a laugh. "C'mon, Tom, don't get huffy. Tell you what," she tried to coax me back into a good mood, "just to show I'm sorry, your kind mistress will allow her humble slave to lick her pussy." This was a game Beth and I played periodically, where one of us was the slave for the other, loyally serving his or her master. I laughed at her effort, and meekly positioned myself over her cunt. "If I lick my mistress's pussy well, perhaps she'll allow me to lick her asshole?" I begged whiningly. "Shut up, slave," Beth snarled. "Just do as you're told." "Yes, mistress," I replied, chastened, and set about my task. I licked at the edges of her cunt, then into her vagina, slurping up my leftover semen. Then I went to her clit and sucked and licked it. Beth groaned, then ordered, "Two tongues, slave!" I knew that meant she wanted me to lick her clit and put a long tongue far up her vagina at the same time one of her favorite Reward tricks. I did so, and she quickly came. I stayed in her pussy for a while afterward, licking up her juices, then lay beside her again, as she recovered from her orgasm. "That was really good, Tom," she said softly, "thanks." "Any time," I replied. Beth was pensive for a while, thinking. Then she said, "You know what I want, Tom? I want a real slave." I was puzzled. "But you've already got all the guys you could ever use - and you can make them do anything you want, so I don't get it - what do you want?" She thought for a moment. "I mean like the pictures I've seen of doms - I think that's what they're called. You know, with the black leather teddies, and fishnet hose, and all that. And they've got stiletto heels and a whip, and they've got some guy tied up, eating their pussy." Like I said, Beth was developing some interesting tastes. "Well you can do all that if you want to," I said. "What you need, I guess, is a place to do it right - a dungeon." "Yeah," Beth said excitedly. "That would be cool - a real dungeon." I thought. I mentioned that we had just added a basement to our house, so naturally my thoughts ran in that direction. I gave Reward a command, and led Beth into her walk-in closet. She followed, wonderingly. In the back I touched the wall, and it opened, showing a staircase of ancient, damp, worn stone, with walls dripping moisture, lit by torches in wall sconces. We walked down, our steps echoing, and found at the bottom a room fitted with every type of ancient and modern torture device. It came complete with several victims chained to the wall - handsome young men with chains on their ankles and/or wrists, who cowered in fear as their cruel mistress strode into the room. The cruel mistress found to her surprise that Reward had clothed her in exactly the manner she had just described. Beth looked about with eyes glistening with excitement. "Yeah," she breathed, "this will really be fun." She checked out her slaves. "You know," she said, "Reward really does good work - these are some prime hunks." "I'm glad you approve," I said, "because you're sure as hell not getting me down here." Beth shook her head with a laugh. "You know, darling, I love you dearly, but you really are a terrible prude some times." I agreed, and after a good-bye kiss I left her to go to work. As I was climbing the stairs, I heard her tell a slave, "You - suck this pussy NOW. And you damn well better do it right, or I'll whip you." Then she laughed. "Hell, maybe I'll whip you anyway." When I got to the office, my assistant, Wendy, was waiting for me. Wendy, as I mentioned previously, had been hired when Sharon quit when we got married. She had been hired when I sent a personnel requisition form over to Human Resources, telling them that what I wanted was a brainless fuckpuppet. HR ran a help wanted ad under the heading "Brainless Fuckpuppets", and a week or so later Kathy, the HR person, came by my office, saying, "Tom, I think we found just exactly the sort of assistant you're looking for. She's has an IQ in the low/average range, she's very pretty, she has a great body, and under 'interests' on the application, she put down, 'I like to fuck.' In the interview, when I asked about books, she said she likes to read 'dirty books', and when we discussed movies, she said she likes 'dirty movies, the dirtier the better.' At the conclusion of the interview, she pulled up her skirt and asked if I'd like to lick her pussy." "Sounds about right," I agreed. "Send her on over and I'll interview her." After I had interviewed her in multiple positions, I agreed that Wendy was eminently qualified for the job, and she was hired on the spot, though I had Reward rein her in a bit, in the interests of office decorum.. Wendy was 22, 5-5, 115, and had a 35C-23-35 figure (enough numbers?). She was blonde (of course) with a cheerleader attitude - always chipper and perky as hell. Previously, she had worked as a receptionist at a radio station, where her principal responsibility apparently was to fuck the clients, so they wouldn't pay any attention to the station's lousy ratings. Unfortunately, a new program director was hired, ratings picked up, and Wendy was let go. However, some people just have the knack of always landing on their feet (or, in Wendy's case, on her back), and Wendy, having been fired as receptionist at a second-rate radio station, was hired as assistant to the exec vp of the hottest ad agency in the region. Go figure. So, as I arrived this morning, Wendy was waiting at the door of my office with my coffee. She was dressed in one of her tight little miniskirts, just barely acceptable office attire. "Hello, Mr. Mallory, I hope you had a nice drive in this morning," she chirped with a huge smile. She followed me into the office and put the coffee down on my desk, where the morning papers were already waiting. Then she smiled again. "Do you want to have me now, Mr. Mallory, or would you like me to come back after you've read the paper?" I told her I wanted to read the paper first. I knew she'd be disappointed because she loved our morning sessions - hell, she loved any session, any time, as long as it involved having a cock inside her. But she never showed any disappointment; the smile and chipper voice were constants. "Okay," she said, "I'll just wait outside until you're ready. Let me know if you need more coffee." In about fifteen minutes I called her and she entered the office expectantly, but I just asked for more coffee. The thought occurred to me to tease her all morning just to see what would happen, but I decided that would be cruel. About a half-hour later, as I finished up the sports section, I called her in again. "Yes, Mr. Mallory?" she asked, starting to close the door, but looking at me to get a signal. "I think I'm ready for you now, Wendy," I said. "Oh good," she replied. "How do you want me?" she asked, beginning to unbutton her blouse. Wendy had a terrific set of tits that stuck out like nose cones -- she was justifiably very proud of them, and her first act on these occasions was always to open her blouse. I told her I thought I'd like her bent over my desk, and she obediently leaned over and pulled her short skirt up. Wendy never wore underwear of any kind, of course, since it might delay her fucks by a few seconds. She spread her legs and reached back, smiling at me as she asked, "Ass or pussy?" I told her I thought I'd prefer her pussy right now, and she pulled her labia open, looking back hungrily at the cock approaching her opening. I slid my cock into her vagina, remarkably tight despite having been a heavily traveled thoroughfare over recent years. She immediately pushed back against me; one of the things I liked about Wendy was that she needed not a minute of foreplay to be going at full power. Not that she didn't like foreplay, too -- she liked anything involving sex, and was ready to play for hours if that was what I wanted. She just didn't need it - she was always ready to fuck. Which was what she was doing now. She expertly picked up my rhythm and perfectly matched the motion of her hips to mine. When I was in and we were going, she released her pussy lips and put one hand to work stroking her clit, while the other played with one of her breasts. She turned to smile at me and asked, "Do you want my tits?" I couldn't turn down such an offer, and reached around to fondle her beautiful, firm breasts as they hung down from her ribcage. I stroked them softly (hard/soft, gentle/rough, she loved it all) and she came. Wendy had quiet orgasms, which was probably just as well, considering how many she had. In this fuck, she had three, the second coming when I stuck a finger in her ass, and the third a few minutes later when I shot my load up her cunt. As soon as we had both recovered, Wendy was immediately on her knees in front of me, cleaning me off, then pulling up my pants and putting my cock away with a fond farewell kiss. "Mr. Mallory, have you ever gotten a girl pregnant?" she asked as she got up. I stared at her. I knew she wasn't bright, but . . . the pictures of my kids were on my desk - she had just moved them aside while we fucked. She giggled. "Oh I know you're married, and you've got kids. What I meant was, have you ever gotten anybody other than your wife pregnant?" I didn't feel like explaining The Mallory Empire and my various other lives, so I just said no. She was absently using a tissue to swab up some of the excess semen running down her legs. "Well," she said, looking up from her work, "I've been thinking about having a baby -- would you like to knock me up?" This wasn't a question for which I had a ready answer, so I just suggested that we should think about it and discuss it later. She agreed, with one of her gorgeous smiles, kissed me, and, stuffing a couple tissues up her pussy to keep things in place until she could get to the ladies room, she left, telling me to call when I wanted to have her again. The afternoon involved a reminder of unfinished business and a lesson in, if I may be so grand about a piece of ass, a dream deferred. The dream in question was Debbie Kowalski. Remember her? Many months before -- the previous summer, to be exact -- Debbie had come to work in our office as a summer intern. She immediately sent my blood pressure skyrocketing, and I had planned, on a number of occasions, to slip my dick into her, but never got around to it - probably because I tried to get fancy instead of just taking her. I even created Tom O'Malley for the express purpose of bagging Debbie, but he got distracted by Ashley Benedict. Summer ended, Debbie went back to school and, for the most part, I had forgotten her. The lesson? Sometimes if you put something off, it becomes an obsession, but also, sometimes you just pretty much forget about it. I had forgotten about Debbie Kowalski, but here she was back in my office. She would be graduating in a couple of months and had decided to come by to visit that nice Tom Mallory guy to see if he could offer some career advice. Having her sit in front of me in her demure, well-cut business suit reminded me why I had once wanted her so badly, and I decided I might as well have her today, which would probably be the last time I'd ever see her, so there would be no regrets. For the most part Debbie wanted to know whether I thought she should take a position with an agency in LA that had made her an offer, or take another offer to join the marketing department of a manufacturer in Texas. I questioned her for a while about her career goals and what she knew about the two firms. After a bit of discussion and a few leading questions on my part, she had pretty much settled on taking the Texas position. Finally, she began to get up from the couch where we were both sitting. "I know you're busy, Mr. Mallory, and it was really nice of you to give me so much of your time." "No problem, Debbie," I replied with a smile, "I'm always ready to help a young person get started." I had Reward plant some ideas in her. "I really wish there was some way I could repay you for all your help," she said. This inability to properly show her gratitude seemed to bother her greatly. "Don't worry about it," I assured her. Suddenly she brightened. "I know what," she said happily, "how 'bout if you fuck me? Would you like that?" She began unbuttoning her blouse. "That would be very nice, Debbie," I replied, leaning forward to feel her large, soft breasts, as she finished unbuttoning her blouse, "if you're sure it's no problem." "Not at all, Mr. Mallory," she replied with her friendly smile. "It's the least I can do for you after all your help." With that she removed her bra, allowing her big breasts to break free. They were actually a bit of a disappointment, after the long expectation, but I quickly decided it was only the expectation that made the reality pale -- by any other standard, Debbie had a fine body. Her breasts were larger and less firm than I usually hope for, but they weren't bad. The rest of her, which was being revealed quickly, was A-1. When her skirt and pantyhose were off I was treated to a firm, round ass and long, shapely legs. Her belly was hard and smooth, and as her panties came down her legs, they revealed a nicely trimmed small pussy with protruding inner lips. "You've got a beautiful body, Debbie," I told her quite truthfully. She smiled happily. "I'm glad you like it," she said, standing up to face me as I sat on the sofa. Her pussy was approximately at eye-level, and she opened it to reveal a lovely pink grotto between the big inner lips. I put my hand forward to stroke her, rubbing one of her lips between thumb and forefinger. She sighed and closed her eyes, jutting her hips forward to ask for more. I put out a finger to find her vagina. She wasn't yet wet, so I just rubbed lightly at the entrance, slowly drawing enough moisture to go forward a little. Then my finger was in all the way, and Debbie's legs were spread, her hips thrusting her cunt forward to ride my finger. Soon there was another finger in her, and then a thumb on her clit. "Turn around, Debbie," I urged her, and she immediately put her lovely ass in my face, then bent over and reached behind to pull open her cunt. Again I fingered her for a while, then leaned forward to begin licking her. She was hot and wet now, and she pushed her ass back against my face, trying to get my tongue farther up her vagina. Meanwhile I added a finger on her clit and another finger in her asshole, and in just a few minutes she was coming. I eased her down onto the sofa, where she could recover from her orgasm. She leaned against me for a few moments, then thanked me. "I was going to do you a favor, with a fuck, but you did me one," she said with a kiss. She nuzzled my neck for a minute, then whispered in my ear, "How'd you like a blowjob?" I acknowledged that it sounded like a great idea, but I also had another one. I asked Debbie to wait just a second, which she did, though a bit puzzled, while I went to the door. Opening it a crack, I called Wendy in. Wendy, of course, was not in the least surprised at finding a naked girl on my sofa, exclaiming, "Wow, she's cute! Can I play with her?" Debbie was taken aback, but I didn't give her a chance to question. I sat down and said, "How 'bout that blowjob?" Debbie shrugged to show that she was game, and knelt on the floor between my legs. Wendy, quickly stripping, knelt behind her. As Debbie took my cock in her mouth for a few exploratory licks, Wendy began massaging her ass and reaching around to squeeze a tit. Debbie didn't complain. It was a pretty good blowjob, but I got most of my thrills from watching the lesbian show as Wendy began licking and biting Debbie's neck while playing with her tits. Her left hand was hidden from me, but it appeared to be in either Debbie's butthole or pussy. It was busy somewhere in that neighborhood, anyway. Debbie, who was initially dubious about the proceedings, seemed to be getting into it pretty quickly, and the effect was felt on my cock. As her hips began to move with the fingerfuck Wendy was giving her, her mouth began to move more quickly on my cock. And as she got more excited, she began to moan in pleasure, which created an interesting vibratory effect as my cock moved down into her throat. After Debbie began humming her pleasure as I stroked into her, I needed only a few strokes before I directed a stream of sperm down her throat. Debbie seemed hardly to notice, however, so concentrated was she on the ministrations of Wendy. As I pulled my withering cock out of her mouth, Debbie sank slowly to the floor and spread her legs to allow Wendy easier access to her cunt. Wendy continued to finger her, and now began licking Debbie's tits. Soon, though, Debbie pulled Wendy up to her face to kiss her -- from the looks of things, however hesitant she was at the outset, this would not be Debbie Kowalski's last lesbian experience. I had Reward supply Wendy with a strap-on dildo, and as the two young women embraced, Wendy slowly began to insert the big fake cock into Debbie's rather small cunt. I enjoyed the sight of the little pussy stretching open and Debbie spreading her legs farther and farther apart in an effort to give Wendy room. Soon, however, the dildo was in and Wendy was slowly stroking. By that point I was thoroughly aroused by the show, and needed someplace to put my cock. I thought of my morning experience with Beth and decided to make a fuck sandwich out of Debbie. Actually, Wendy would have been easier, since she was on top, but today was Debbie's day, so I had them roll over. With Debbie on top, riding Wendy's big dildo, I stepped up behind her, pulled her delicious ass cheeks apart, and put my cock at the entrance to her ass. Debbie turned around and said, simply, "Oooh, I've never done that." No objection was made, however, as the head of my cock slowly pushed open her sphincter. She was ready to try anything. The tight virgin ring gave way grudgingly, but after a few moments, I had an inch or so of cock inside her. Debbie slowed her ride on Wendy to give me the opportunity to get in her, and began pushing back against me to help in the effort. While they waited, the girls played with each other's tits. "Cool," was Debbie's only comment when I told her I was in. Now I began to slowly pull out, then in again, while Debbie again began her ride on Wendy's dildo. It took some effort to get our timing right, but eventually we were all stroking together and Debbie, in the center, came loudly. Wendy and I paused while Debbie moaned through her recovery. I hadn't come and, much as I was enjoying Debbie's ass, I wanted some of her pussy, too. When Debbie had recovered, therefore, I suggested a shift in positions. "I think you owe Wendy a good suck," I suggested to Debbie, so I had her get between Wendy's wide-open legs, while I got behind her. Debbie was new to cunnilingus, but, judging by Wendy's moans of pleasure, she was a quick learner. Meanwhile, I was enjoying Debbie's tight little cunt, which was thoroughly warmed up when I got in. The harder I fucked, the harder Debbie sucked, and Wendy's hands were soon on her head, pulling her in. Then Wendy wrapped her legs around Debbie's head and began fucking her face. Wendy came first, bucking her hips harder and grunting loudly as she did. Debbie was right behind, collapsing face first into Wendy's pussy. The convulsions that shook her body had me shooting into her a second later. The three of us lay in a heap on the carpet for quite a while, then we slowly climbed up off the floor and began to get dressed. I thanked Debbie for the fuck, and she thanked me for the career advice. As she was leaving, I noticed she stopped at Wendy's desk to give her her phone number. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----