Message-ID: <28991asstr$982818604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20010220102553.20957.00001655@ng-fn1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} NEW TG: Perfect by Vickie Tern 9/10 M/F F/m femdom Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2001 00:10:04 -0500 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: RuiJorge, gill-bates NEW TG: Perfect by Vickie Tern 9/10 M/F F/m femdom This kind of story shouldn't be read by anyone who shouldn't read this kind of story. No exceptions! (c) 2001 by Vickie Tern. May be copied to any free archive. All comment welcome (VickieTern@aol.com). ix. Gretchen was elated, rapturous. She never said a word, but all the way back to the Inn, whenever she looked at me sideways her shoulders would start to shake, and at one point she had to pull over to the curb until her fit of laughter passed. I didn't dare say anything to her. I learned the next day I'd had a narrow escape. That on evenings when the Stallions were showing all there was an understanding, the girl who brought her man off first got to be taken into a back room and fucked all night by each of the five in turn. "They're absolutely unbelieveable," one of the bridesmaids-to-be told me at breakfast, congratulating me for having brought my man off second and commiserating that I'd missed out on the night of a lifetime by only eight seconds. "I won last year. And I went home the next morning ready to divorce my husband. And I would have, too, but he was crying and sobbing, and in the end he agreed to let me take men into our bed once a month, as many as I wanted, while he went to a motel. I advertised for them and found some great hunks, and now we're all happy. I even trained my hubby to watch. I think he likes it now, at least to judge by the way he sits there and beats his meat while those men are plowing me into the bed one after the other all night, and I'm shrieking. I know I love it. And when I'm sore afterward, he's very considerate of me down there. Very satisfying. Very!" She smiled to herself, remembering. I told her that if only I'd known that it was a contest I'd have tried harder. She consoled me that it was a considerable accomplishment, what I'd done, though it was a shame I had to miss out by only eight seconds. "You were way faster than number three," she pointed out. "Just keep at it, you'll get there. You've got a real natural talent!" "It seems so, but she needs more practice," Gretchen replied for me. "We're working on it!" I smiled modestly and said nothing. I could feel that Stallion's sperm still coating my mouth and lips. It wasn't too bad. Gayle called that afternoon while I was getting ready to go out with Gretchen to do the sights and visit the ME plant. It was now Saturday. "Gayle, I'm so ashamed," I started in when I recognized her voice. "I don't know what came over me. I won't ever...." "Oh, don't apologize, angel," she said. "You looked darling, sucking so solemnly on that big lollipop. And then gobbling all of it down! You wanted to be a woman, didn't you? Well, this is all part of your education as a woman. And I know you enjoyed it! I saw you, you know! It looked as though you couldn't ever get enough of him into you! You need more opportunities, more men, you know that baby?" I decided not to say anything. "I guess," I said finally. "Gretchen keeps saying so." Could it be that I had enjoyed it? Was it that obvious to everyone else? "Allie, I need to ask you for a big favor," Gayle said next. "There's a stag party tonight, Chris's last night as a bachelor, you know. The usual, the guys getting together to kid him, horse around, look at porn movies maybe. They can get pretty raucous I hear, and I know it's not your thing, and as it wears on it can get pretty rough I guess, the way they talk and the jokes they tell. Nothing you haven't heard before I'm sure, but lots of the girls here would be shocked to know what lots of their guys really think of them, how they talk about them. I thought I'd best not ask any of them to help out." "I know about guys like that," I said. "I never was much good at it myself. I'm glad to be out of that kind of thing altogether. Thank you." "You're a doll, Allie! That's so very sweet! But these guys do need someone to serve them while they play their practical jokes on each other. You know. Prepare the platters and serve the food, refill glasses, keep the liquor flowing, do whatever seems to need doing. Justine volunteered, but she's sick and can't make it. Would you? Sweetheart? Please? It should be fun, and it's a social occasion, a chance to try something different. Just go there looking your prettiest, and take care of things while they do their things. I hesitated. I hate that kind of male frat bash, and I dislike the kinds of men who went to them. I always had. "For me? For you too? Then I can forgive you for anything, you'll see!" My heart melted. I was still her sweetheart! "Anything," I said. It was a chance for me to make it up to her! To prove my dedication! "Whatever you say, Gayle. Where?" "The President's Lounge at the ME plant," she replied. "Eight tonight for as long as it lasts." "We were just going there," I said. "Sightseeing. Gretchen says the plant is something no one who comes to town should miss." "That's right. That's good. It's Saturday, but Ben'll be there, he always is. I'll phone and tell him you're coming. He needs to talk to you about a job." "Gayle, I've got a job. A lovely job! I don't want to move down here." "Oh, honey, of course, I couldn't tell you until now, but you don't have a job. Ben's bought us out! I just heard this morning that it's final. My holding company and all of its subsidiaries, including your marketing firm, all of our operations are moving down here. Connie and Meg too. You know that you three women can do your kind of work anywhere at all, sit in any office anywhere and talk to sales associates in any city in the country. Ben's really impressed with what you've done re-organizing things in just the few months you've been there. He wants you and Connie and Meg to set up and train other similar groups in other cities, to franchise them nationally in fact! At double your salaries, not that you care a lot about that, but Meg will, she has expensive tastes. Especially in men." I was silent at this news. Then, "You'll be moving back down here? Back to your parents' house? To live under your parents' eyes? How can we continue...?" "That's right, baby. Not to their house, to a place of my own. And you'll have your own. You're almost ready for it now. You'll see. It'll be fine. You'll love it. Even though it won't be at all what you've been expecting!" The bottom fell out of my stomach! "Gayle!" I said. "Trust me!" she said. "I want this for you!" "I trust you," I replied. But I didn't. She seemed too flippant, too manipulative now. Too commanding, even. Too much was too new! Move down here? But did I have a choice? "None!" Ben said. Now we were sitting in his leather-lined office in the ME main administrative building. "You come down here and work for me or you get out of this line of work altogether! It's in your contract, standard clause! You must have read it. It's in this contract too. Sign it now, or leave and don't look back. Your old office is closed for the Thanksgiving holiday, and it won't ever re-open. Gayle's apartment is already sublet, and your things are already on the way down here. Removal expenses all paid by ME, of course. You've got nowhere to go. Here's a pen!" I took the pen he held out. For a moment I looked out the window, but then I signed the contract he'd placed in front of me. Gretchen, sitting across the way, seemed amused. "I hear you've got a remarkable talent, young woman," Ben said, his narrow eyes fixed on me as he took the contract back and placed it in a folder, and the folder in a drawer, and locked the drawer. "But second best isn't good enough here. I expect you to be number one in everything! I'll want to assure myself of that personally!" My God! I thought. What have I signed? Gretchen broke in at that point. "I'm sure you'll be happy with Allie in that respect and every other, Ben. Gayle will see to it. Don't concern yourself!" He showed us out, and as I passed through the door he patted my fanny. I didn't like his proprietary attitude toward my body, whatever was in that contract I'd just signed, and I told Gretchen that as soon as we were alone. I was also worried that I'd be exposed as a man if he tried to get too intimate. I mentioned that too. She looked at me pityingly, or very nearly. "Allie," she said. "Trust me. Or if you can't, trust Gayle! You have no worries on that score. All he wants is for you to suck his cock now and then. It's no big deal. You've got a talent, remember?" What could I say? I had to believe her. It wasn't as if for the first time. Not any more. The plant was even more enormous than it had looked as Gale and I drove into town. It had its own mini-shopping mall, with its own stores for its employees, even a unisex beauty shop. Just above it were the offices of Phone Marketing Surrogates, PMS, my new employer. "That's who I work for now?" I asked. "That's where you work," Gretchen corrected me. "You're the systems and personnel expert, so it's yours, you're the Boss. Connie knows the business, so she's your CEO. From here you'll train up other Allies and Connies and Megs in other cities. Meg's in charge of the original pilot company now -- she'll have to hire two more consultants. She's thinking maybe she'll convert an old boyfriend to do the work, the way Gayle converted you. Whatever works." "Who named it 'PMS'?" I asked. "Gayle, of course. She thought you should be able to say sincerely that sometimes your PMS can be hard to cope with, same as every other girl's. More seriously, to remind you every day which side you're on now, that you live and work in a woman's world and that there's no turning back." And that night when I was getting ready to go help out at that bachelor party as Gayle had requested, she repeated that statement. "Especially after tonight, there's no turning back, Allie," she said. "You'll be the girl Gayle has always wanted you to be, make no mistake. The girl you need to be. Use your Everstay makeup again, and slather it on, but don't worry about your dress -- they'll give you a uniform to wear when you get there. Oh, take a pill to ease any stress you may feel. Here." It was just as well. Gretchen dropped me off by the main entrance, and when I arrived through by the delivery door another girl was already in the kitchenette laying out cold cuts, and I could already hear loud male voices and laughs from the next room. I thought she hadn't yet gotten dressed. She was wearing black stockings, black lace hi-cut panties, a garter belt, and high stiletto heels, and not quite covering her generous breasts and nipples was a thin fringed black ribbon. "Your Gayle's friend? Justine's replacement?" she asked. "I'm Julie. I'm so glad you could make it, I'll need help with these guys, and all of my girls have been booked elsewhere for weeks. Here's your uniform. Same as mine, but you get the split crotch panty girdle to keep your unmentionables tucked in but your asshole available. Real boobs? Beautiful, honey, you've got to tell me who did them! These guys will love you! And that'll take a lot of the pressure off me." "What...! What is this?" I asked, a little shocked, as I realized what she was saying. Not a lot, the pill was taking effect. She was amused. "A bachelor party, love, what did you think? We're serve the food and drink, and we're the entertainment. Be sure to keep track of every blow job you give and every fuck up the ass you get tonight, honey, because I charge my clients piecework rates. Anything they do to your boobs is free. Gayle tells me that one touch on your nipples and you're on a rocket to the moon, insatiable. Which is just as well with this crowd. Here, put that potato salad into this bowl and set it over there, would you?" "You know Gayle? Gayle told you that?" I didn't feel quite as betrayed as I should have, but this didn't seem right. "Gayle and I go back a long way, Allie. We were classmates all through high school, though I beat her out in a contest in our Junior year, and I don't think she's ever forgiven me. I'm here personally as a favor to her tonight. She wanted me to look after you, to see you enjoyed it." "Enjoyed what?" I asked, already afraid I knew the answer. I did. "The fucking and sucking, sweetheart. The sucking and fucking. This is your rite of passage. Tonight you become a woman. What's not to enjoy? Tonight you're going to discover for yourself why it's a good thing to be a woman. Tonight you'll be glad that's what you are. Do you know how to tap that keg over there? The one in the other room must be nearly run out, to judge by the noise level." I changed into the costume she'd handed me, and feeling both naked and obscene I went into the other room holding up a platter of sliced pizza with both hands. My breasts lay across the platter, almost naked. Each of the men who took a slice contrived to rub his hand on my nipples, and despite myself I began to feel a familiar yearning build in my crotch. As more of Gretchen's pill took effect, I cared less. God, it felt good! I smiled at the next man to cop a feel, and set down the platter, then smiled again at him. The next thing I knew it was yesterday night all over again, but over and over! I was gobbling away at his stiff pole and trying to push it all the way down my throat. Just as he came and I was swallowing, that wonderful slick feel of jism coating my lips and my teeth again, that delicious salty taste, someone cupped both my tits from behind and I felt a soft, probing knob push against my rear end. Whoever it was tweaked both my nipples at the same time, and I shrieked aloud in joy, and thrust back, just as I felt something hot and wet slide into me. Oh God, it was like Gayle's dildo, but smoother, brawnier, more ... robust! And much longer! In and out, while I climbed to the stars, and then they exploded in my head and in my belly all at once. "There you are, Allie, you sweet thing," I heard over my shoulder. "Now you won't need to worry about lubrication for the rest of the night. You're as slippery as you need to be now, and you'll only get moreso. You're so wonderfully tight still! Gayle told me I'd be your first! Am I?" I turned to look at him. He was a thin young man with blond hair and a sharp chin but gentle eyes. And a great cock, that I already knew. I liked him. I smiled and nodded. He kissed me. "I'm glad. Well, you have things to do. I'll be back later." Another cock came weaving toward my face while I was still on my knees, and I grabbed the owner around the thighs to steady myself, then tucked his sweet thing into my mouth. Another slid effortlessly up my ass. Both felt like satin. I felt pure joy, rapturous, at both ends! When they finally throbbed and squirted and soaked me, another set replaced them. I lost count despite Julie's one instruction. So delicious! So very delicious! All these men intent to make me happy! At 4:00am I felt someone shaking my shoulder. The same young, blond, pointy-chinned man who had first taken my virginity. That dear man! I smiled at him again. "Everybody's gone," he said quietly. "Even Julie. I've been watching you sleep. You've had quite a night. You'd better get home though, so you can get some more sleep and then get dressed for Church. There's a wedding, you know." "Yes, Chris, he's getting married!" I croaked. My throat seemed so sore! Too many cocks in and out of it? "He's getting married," I repeated. "I didn't see him." "Well, he saw you, honeycheeks. Quite a few times. Can you stand?" I wriggled luxuriously, and then turned to lie on my back. There he was. He bent over me. I took him around the neck with both arms. "One more for the road," I whispered to him. "Please!" The intensity of my desire surprised me! Out came that long, long cock, I could see it this time. I raised my legs to his shoulders. "I want to watch," I said. "I want to watch your dear, dear face when you cum! Tell me your name, lover." "Steve," he said, and he plunged into me. I could barely feel him this time, there was so much cum inside me, and so much jism all around me, and I was stretched so big. But he must have felt me, because he came in only a few minutes. I moaned in pleasure as he stroked in and out. He kissed me, once on each nipple -- I was bare breasted by now, of course -- and I had an orgasm then and there! My ass clenched on him, and he throbbed and came too! I felt his hot spunk fill my guts! I saw his face strain, and then turn blissful. "Thank you, Steve," I said dreamily. "Thank you, Allie," he replied. "Here's the dress you came in, and the topcoat. Can you stand up now? You may be a little sore." I could. I was. And it felt as if the ocean of cum sloshing around inside me was beginning to leak out and down my legs. "Do you have a tampon?" Steve asked in his always-gentle voice. "Probably in my purse," I said sleepily. "Gretchen will have put one there. She thinks of everything." She had. It stopped my leaking long enough for Steve to help me to his car and drive me home. He saw me to the door. I threw my arms around him one more time and gave him a long, passionate, langorous kiss. Then went inside. "A lovely, lovely man," I crooned to myself as I stripped off my panty-girdle and stockings and crept into bed next to Gretchen, who woke just long enough to see my condition, my hair a hopeless mess, cum-soaked from head to foot, my breasts mauled. "You mean Steve?" she asked. "The one who drove you home just now? Yes, he is. They all are. You know that now, don't you, now that you're finally really a woman." "Mmmmm," I replied, and I fell asleep again. The next morning I felt even more sore, but after a long, hot, soaking bubble bath the world looked bright again, and I could sit up cheerfully while I tried to brush my hair into a semblance of order. "You're a dear!" I said to Gretchen when she came back from breakfast to see how I was getting by. "But you're so sneaky! You knew all along what was going to happen, didn't you, and you didn't tell me, not a word! Isn't that so?" "That's right, Allie," she said, her face quite serious, relaxed, even friendly. I realized that she'd never really spoken to me as a friend before. Previously there was always a hint of mockery in anything she said. "It's nothing anyone can tell anyone. Before, you were a man playing at being a woman. Of course it's fun, delightful, being a woman! I wouldn't have it any other way. Of course you followed Gayle's suggestions and decided that you wanted to be a woman. That's a no-brainer, given a choice. I certainly would! You did it to please her, though, didn't you? But now you have your own reasons. Don't you. And they have to do with the quintessence of being a woman. The pleasure a woman can take in sex. The ways she can use men while men think they're using her. The glow we can feel when we've been well and truly fucked by a lovely, lovely man. Like Steve." "Yes," I said. "Like Steve. Will he be at the wedding today?" "I hope so," Gretchen said. "He's the Best Man. Just as you're the Maid of Honor, though now you're no more a maid than I am. But stop fussing with your hair, Allie. The hairdresser will be here in a half-hour, and she'll make both of us look as beautiful as we can be, you for your Gayle and your Steve, and me for myself. Doesn't that prospect fill your heart, you dear? I thought so. But you'd better lay out all your underthings now, and your gown. I'll find those pearls for you to wear." At noon we were both ready to drive to the Church for a brief rehearsal before the main crowds began to show up for the 2:00 pm ceremony. I looked so beautiful! I had never felt so happy! It was just wonderful! Gretchen saw and understood. "You've been fucked to your heart's content,for once. For the first time. It's like being in love, honey." Her voice was low and sympathetic. "Like first love, now for the first time falling in love with someone you've just found out you really are. Someone far more satisfying than that man you thought you were, that uptight nerd who trapped you inside himself just a few months ago. More satisfying even than the woman you thought you were yesterday, before you found out for yourself how marvelous it is to be a woman desired by many men. Before you found out your power over men. The fact that they want you means that you can use them to please yourself." "Yes," I said. I skipped a step, twirled, and primped. "It's wonderful! Gretchen, it feels so very good!" "That's what Gayle has wanted for you all along. Because she loves you. Now you know!" "Yes," I said. "I didn't know. But now I know." En route to the Church, Gretchen wearing a severe black beaded cocktail dress and me in my pale blue satin and tulle gown alongside her, we passed a fairly large mansion on an acre or so of grounds, visible and accessible from the road. Tudor half-timber in construction, but solid, modern, prosperous, comfortable. She paused and looked it over. "Interesting," she said. "What is, honey?" I asked her. I was feeling no pain. Life was beautiful, and I had just been born. "This house. This is where Chris will carry his bride across the threshold after they're married and return from their honeymoon." "So?" I asked, wondering what was so interesting about that. "He's the son of the richest man in town. His father owns Gayle's whole family, and Christianity too from what I overheard about how St. Paul chooses Visa over its competitors. And now he owns Gayle and me too. Though if he wants to pat my bottom again the way he's planning it's going to cost him stock options, and if he wants a blow job he'd better plan on getting it from a President for PMS who's on the board of the whole ME conglomerate." Gretchen glanced sharply at me, but said nothing. Maybe she hadn't realized how quickly I'd understand the meaning of my attractiveness to men. "No," she said. "I don't mean that. Look at the house. There are two main entrances. One on either side. It's a private estate, but it looks set up to be two separate apartments for two families." I looked. "So it does," I said. "Odd." "Yes," Gretchen said. "Gayle mentioned last summer that the place was being renovated this way. It's a landmark house. They had to get approvals. They got them, of course." The topic wasn't very interesting to me. "Maybe Chris wants to live in half the house and rent out the other half to cover the mortgage." The idea that the son of Mr. Gotrocks could worry about a mortgage was briefly amusing. His father held all the mortgages there were in this town. "No, but I can think of another reason why they'd have renovated the house this way. That's what's interesting." "I suppose," I said. "But let's not be late for the rehearsal. I need to change my tampon." I was still leaking cum from the previous night's delicious debauchery. And I had a secret desire at least to slip a tampon dispenser tube into me again, then push another tampon into my vitals, and pull the tube out. It felt so good! end 9/10 VickieTern@AOL.COM -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+