Message-ID: <26896asstr$971759408@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: MelLin6695@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <17.c524d61.271d0bb6@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} New TG from Waldo - Marlowe - Part 7 of 9 Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2000 01:10:08 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates "Hi Babe, I knew that you wouldn't pass up a sure thing. Kick your trousers off and come join me. I need some of your good cock." Holding on tightly to the wall and trying to not look down at the ground so many feet below, I extended a hand to her and began pleading. "Let's go back to my office and talk." "We were just down there. You didn't have anything to say. I was hoping that you were going to fuck me either on your desk or in the elevator going up and down between the floors. So when you turned me down within your office, I thought you might reconsider my offer if you saw what a wonderful view it is up here. Slip over here with me and let's get started on our foreplay." Looking just past her over the ledge, I could see the building flagpole about five stories below her ledge. Shit, all that I needed to do, was to climb out there and fall off. I could see the headlines now. "Man has flagpole stuck up his ass while getting pussy." Richard was talking loudly to me but thank goodness, I wasn't listening to him for the first time in my life. Talking sternly to her as if I was her parent, I gave her an order. "COME OFF OF THAT LEDGE. NOW!" Yeah, that's how they taught us in Police Academy. Use an official sounding voice. Using her fingertip dampened with her salvia, she began teasing her nipple before she answered my direct order. "Don't wanta. That is, unless you're willing to compromise." Compromise? Rule number whatever rule from the Police Academy said that whenever a person's life is in danger, that you must do whatever is necessary to defuse the situation. "Ok, talk. What do you want?" Her eyes brightened and that Mona Lisa smile appeared as she began talking in a "me-a-little-kid" voice. "Oh, nothing much. Just want to have a little fun. I've got some handcuffs in my coat's pocket. If you were to tie me up and make love to me in the elevator, then I would consider coming off this roof. Otherwise, I'll just wait till some fireman with a really big pole comes along to rescue me." Although I work in a decrepit office building, there's a lot of people coming and going. Making love to her in one of the two elevators meant that it was eventually going to stop on some floor and reveal us to some mighty startled people. And several of the building tenants knew me. That was a totally unacceptable proposition. I decided that I would renegotiate my apartment as the site for our tryst. I would use my formidable skill as a former police officer to take control of this situation. ****** When the elevator door opened on the fifth floor, I tried to put on a brave face. After all, my hands were handcuffed over my head to the ceiling. My body was totally naked. My cock was covered with sexy sayings written in bright red lipstick. There was a heart drawn on my chest in red lipstick and I had a dildo wedged up my butt that I couldn't remove in my current predicament. Luckily it was just one of the janitors with a big trash barrel who was very surprised to see me. After I showed him where the keys to the handcuffs were, he uncuffed me and I was able to get that damn dildo out of my ass. Then he took me to my floor. Going into my office, I found my clothes where we left them. It had all seemed so simple up on that rooftop. Sure you come off the roof and we'll go into the elevator and fuck. No, you can't put the handcuffs on me. They are for you. I won't allow you to cuff my hands to ceiling, not even if you keep doing that to Richard. Richard, quit that. Richard, give me control of my body. Tanya, you're getting lipstick all over Richard. Richard, don't let her handcuff us to the ceiling. Richard, what is in that bag that she's got? Oh my god, it's a dildo. Richard, don't. Tanya, come back, don't leave me in this elevator. There were more memories. Richard might be one happy cock right now but Darrel Marlowe was one pissed-off guy. There was a message on the answering machine. Pressing the button, I heard her familiar voice. "Hi Babe, I'm driving back home. The girls and I are going out for a few hours. Hope that you enjoyed our sex as much as I enjoyed it. Giving you a blowjob in an elevator while your hands were cuffed to the ceiling was a lot of fun. We'll have to do that again somewhere but next time, let's find a busier elevator. I kept hoping that someone would call the elevator while I was sucking on your cock and I could just imagine the look on their faces when the door opened to reveal us getting it on. Sorry, sucking on Richard was what I meant to say. I like the way that you call it that. He seems so.... intelligent is the best word that comes to my mind. Well if you're listening to this, then you're out of the elevator. If you wind up in jail because of our little fun, add your bail cost to my expense report. See you later. Oh, yeah before I forget it. I'm truly sorry about the dildo. I honestly thought that you might like that but you obviously didn't like it. I won't bring one next time." No, I certainly didn't like it. And there wasn't going to be a next time. I sat for almost an hour after she left me with my hands stretched over my head and a dildo wedged up in my ass. Because of the lateness of the evening, I thought that I would have to stay there all night in the ridiculous position. Then I felt the elevator move as someone pressed a button to call the elevator. In that ten seconds while I was going to another floor, I decided that I was going to drop her as a client. She's not worth the trouble that she's caused me so far. ****** The worst thing about having a cock named Richard that you talk to, is that sometimes it talks back. And Richard talked all night long to me. Although he shot a load of cum into her face and got to enjoy the warmness of Tanya's throat while in the elevator, he wasn't satisfied. He kept begging for more as I tried to go to sleep. And when I finally did go to sleep, Richard influenced my dreams. All I could think about was Tanya. When I awakened the next morning, my resolve was completely gone. Well not completely. I still wanted to get rid of her as a client but I honestly needed her money at this moment. Going to the office, I kept dreading walking into my building. Everyone and their brother probably knew about the wild man found cuffed in the elevator last night. After parking my car in the parking lot, I walked around the corner to the building's front entrance. Parked in front of the building was her Harley motorcycle. She was leaning against it, smoking a big cigar. Richard leaped to life at the one glance at her. She was dressed in body-hugging black leather pants tucked into mid-knee-high black leather boots. She was wearing a pink body-hugging tube-top around her breasts, which were obviously braless. On top of her head was one of those Village People Biker caps. Hanging from her motorcycle mirror was a black leather jacket. When she saw me coming toward, she smiled as if there was a secret that we were sharing. I knew it wasn't a secret because that damn janitor had probably already told the whole world. Instead of newspaper headlines reading, "Man has flagpole stuck up his ass while getting pussy", the newspaper headlines probably read "Man has dildo stuck up his ass because he thought he was getting pussy". "Hi, Babe. How's Richard hanging this morning? You ought to be proud of him. He's quite a mouthful." "Good morning, Mrs. Browning. I think that we need to revert back to our employer and consultant relationship." "Ooooh, are we touchy this morning? I promise that I won't put another dildo up your ass. At least not unless you request it. I'll bet that I can make you ask me to do it again." Richard was burning a hole in my underwear. Her tight black leather pants, pink tube-top and cigar sticking out of her mouth made her look like one wonderful fuck. I would have loved to fucked her but I knew now that I would have to pay a serious price to become her lover for any length of time. "If you will excuse me, I have some work to do in my office. That is, if I still have an office after last night's little mis-adventure." "I thought about something that you said last night. There's a little town in Colorado that is known to be where most of the sex changes in the world are performed. Do you think that's why Darci went to Colorado?" Suddenly it clicked. Sure. Greg hopped around the world to lose anyone trying to find him, using the name Darci Taborski before coming in through a back door and taking the long way to Colorado. It was as if he wanted to do some serious thinking before he went for the big hatchet job. Then after having the surgery to turn him into a real woman, the surgically transformed man went to a remote mountain cabin to give his new female body time to heal. Once the new woman's body was healed so that she could easily move around, she changed names to throw off anyone looking for her again and moved on. Yeah, it all makes sense. "Babe, you got very serious on me all of a sudden. Are you all right?" Looking at her, I wanted to kiss her. All right, I wanted to fuck her, but would have settled for a kiss. I quickly explained my theory to her. She asked a lot of questions and I made some guesses. Then she surprised me by saying "Babe, you sound as if you've just done a day's work. You look like you could use a little fun about now. Why don't you hop on here and let's go bar-hopping?" Swinging one long leg over the low-swung motorcycle, she began putting on her motorcycle jacket. Something about black leather on a tall leggy blonde turns me on and she had already proved that she turned me on in other ways also. I began explaining to her why I couldn't do it, while she buttoned a couple of snap buttons on the bottom of her leather jacket and started the motorcycle engine. Talking over the loud roar of the motorcycle, I told her that I wasn't going to go because I had never been on a motorcycle before and didn't know the first thing about riding one. She made me rethink my position when she loudly suggested. "Get your ass on the back of this thing. Put your arms around my waist and you can play with my tits as I take us to a motorcycle shop to get you some decent duds." Richard sure liked the concept of being on the back of a speeding motorcycle using her tits to provide balance. An hour later, I was one cool dude. Long knee-high black leather boots. Long black leather pants with a matching jacket and a bandana around my head. Underneath my jacket, I wore a black t- shirt with a motorcycle logo. Climbing onto the back of her motorcycle, sticking one of her cigars into my mouth and wrapping my arms around her waist while I cupped her braless tits was going to make this one of the best days of my life. So we drove out of the city and stopped at a bar. After a few drinks, we went back out to the motorcycle and was going to ride up the road to another bar that she liked to visit. Putting caution in front of recklessness, I asked a dumb question. "You're not too drunk to drive this thing are you?" Slipping her hands within my jacket and letting her hands circle my waist as she pressed her firm breasts tightly against my chest, we stood there in the parking lot kissing like two horny teenagers. Then she whispered something that scared the shit out of me. "I'm not going to drive it. You are." "Oh no, I'm not. I've never driven one in my life and I'm not about to start now." "Too bad. Because when I'm riding with my man and we're going bar-hopping, I like the feel of the motorcycle's vibration between my legs. I like having my legs spread around a man's nice hips. I like having my hand around a man's waist to hold onto him as we go through curves. I especially like playing with my man's balls as we ride a motorcycle." ****** I thought that I was going to wreck her motorcycle as I tried to learn how to drive it in a nearby empty parking lot. After several minutes, I got the hang of it. It was almost like riding a bike, only a hell of a lot more dangerous. And she was right. She did love to play with a man's balls as she rode tightly behind me. Feeling her left hand around my waist to hold on to me and her right hand rubbing against the tight fitting leather pants was enough to turn Richard into a Biker Cock. Yeah, after we had gone only two miles down the road, I was thinking about tattooing the Harley logo on Richard at the next tattoo parlor. I was really beginning to enjoy this. She gave me directions to a bar. We pulled in, drank several beers then left to go to another bar. Pulling into the next bar's parking lot, I saw a lot of bikes out front. Because I had to pee badly from all the beer that we had been drinking, I was ready to rush in. However she wanted to brush her hair. I accepted her offer and words of wisdom that the bathroom was the first door just inside the bar. It was a dark bar. Well, all bars are dark when you've been out in the sunlight and first walk in. I found the door and went to the urinal. Some man walked in behind me and leaned against the wall as he introduced himself with a witty "nice tool that you've got there. My name's Bud. What's your name?" I almost cut off the end of Richard as I quickly zipped up. I was almost finished peeing anyway. Another man was standing in the doorway with a toothpick in his mouth, a bandana like my bandana on his head and a leer on his ugly face. I didn't like the way that he was looking at my crotch and smiling at me. I didn't have to fight my way out but it almost became a fight as they tried to talk me going back to their table for a couple of beers. You won't ever catch me getting drunk in that gay motorcylist's bar. Rushing out of the bar, I almost screamed when I saw that the motorcycle wasn't where I left it parked. It and Tanya was gone. She had talked me into wearing leathers and then abandoned me in a gay biker's bar. I'll kill the bitch the next time that I see her. Then I heard a horn beep. Looking up the street about three hundred feet away, I saw her sitting on the motorcycle and laughing at me. I know that I looked like a fool as I ran like a kid toward that motorcycle but I was very interested in getting the hell away from there. Jumping on the back of the motorcycle, I screamed at her as I tightly squeezed her tits harder than I should have. I was holding onto the boobs for balance and to pay her back for her dirty practical joke on me. "No more tricks." "I just promised you no dildos in your ass. Thought I would see if you wanted the real thing. Guess not. Well, let's go back to my pool and fuck." Riding on the back of that motorcycle with my hands tightly cupping her boobs and knowing that I was at last going to score with her made me a very happy man. ****** Have you ever looked forward to something so much that when you finally did get it, you discovered that it wasn't what you expected and you were disappointed? That didn't happen to me. Richard and I were very proud of what we were doing and what we were giving her. Greg's cock, if he still has it, might be a smidgen bigger than Richard but I was determined that she wouldn't notice the difference. Well, I fucked Tanya beside her pool. And in her pool. And in her sauna. And in her living room. And in her kitchen. And in her bedroom. And any place where I could fuck her. Whoa, that's one woman that doesn't believe in the standard old missionary, slam- blam technique. We started in her garage. As soon as the kickstand was down on the ground, she spun around so that she was facing me and we were both sitting on her motorcycle. When she said to rip her tube top off, I was very willing to do that then I leaned her back on the gas tank so I could suck on her nipples. And when she ripped my t-shirt off of me so that she could suck on my nipples to show me what it felt like, I was ready for more foreplay. With both of us naked from the waist up and her legs around my waist, I carried her into her back yard where we undressed each other. Then she dived into the pool and dared me to eat her pussy underwater. I almost drowned. I can swim but I stayed under water too long doing what I was supposed to do. Then she ran into the house and I caught her on the living room floor where I really showed her what I could do. Somewhere in the living room, she wrapped her legs around my waist and told me to pretend that I was on a big pogo stick and I was going around the world. So we fucked everywhere as I carried her bouncing and thrusting through her house. Was it worth all of the trouble so far? Hell yes. Was it the best that I ever had? No! It was the second best. That's because she promised that the next time would be the best so we went ahead and rated this fucking as the second best. Yeah, she took me places where I've never been. I thought that my ex- wife was pretty decent in bed but Tanya showed me that I hadn't lived yet. Tanya caused every nerve in my body to come alive. I don't know if it was her missing husband who taught this fantastic woman how to please a man but if I ever meet the man that taught Tanya how to be such a total woman in bed, I'm going to shake that man's hand. Even Richard was so happy that he was telling me to just let him rest. My most wonderful fucking session with Tanya lasted several hours until the wee hours of the morning when I was awakened from a deep sleep by her crying. She was sitting up in bed with her legs pulled tightly back against her body. Her face was streaked with tears. I've seen my ex-wife do the same thing. Hormones. Or she suspected that I was cheating on her. Or she caught me cheating on her. Or a million other things. Women cry for the most stupid reasons. So I tried to be diplomatic. "Come here and suck on Richard a little. He'll make you feel better." Right after she slapped me, she ordered me out of her house. I tried to talk to her. You can't talk to a woman who is crying and then reaches for a pistol kept in a nightstand. I got the hell out of her house. Luckily for me, my leather biker duds were still out by the pool where we undressed. So I put them on and started walking down the street that she lives on. I was about a hundred feet away when her front porch light came on and I heard her call my name. Going back to her, I was hoping that she was back to normal so that we could go back to bed. I wasn't looking forward to walking home in the wee hours of the morning and looking like one of the Village People. She was wearing a robe and threw some keys to me when I got about twenty feet away from her. Her comment told me that it was over for the night and I was on my own. "I'm sorry. I can't explain why I feel the way that I do. Take the jeep and drive yourself home." A couple of minutes of trying to talk common sense to her only resulted in her marching inside her house and slamming the door. I knew it had to be hormones because I hadn't known her long enough to be caught cheating on her yet. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+