Message-ID: <29635asstr$985914604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010329185447.46484.qmail@web10708.mail.yahoo.com> From: "Ted E. Bear" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} Young Again {Ted E. Bear} Chapter 3 - The Beginning of Her New Life MF, m+F, nc, oral Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2001 20:10:04 -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: newsman, apuleius, gill-bates, t4425 Young Again By Ted E. Bear ****************************************************** WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it. This is a copyrighted work. Copyright 2001 by Ted E. Bear Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except that it may be posted as part of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites. DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental. Please! Give me your comments! Email to "Ted E. Bear" tedebear690@yahoo.com ****************************************************** Chapter 2 ended with: Dawn came all too early, for the now hooked on sex woman. Her having gone from orgasm to the next, all night long, kept her from realizing just how long she had been fucking him, with all three of her orifices. When he finally got off of her, her muscles did let her know just how well fucked she actually was. She was sore all over, inside and out, but she felt a real good sort of tired as well. As he left, she fell asleep, and when she would awaken, she'd feel as if she hadn't even done it, although she would remember it well, in vivid detail, especially her orgasms. *************************************************************************** Chapter 3 - The Beginning of Her New Life Jennifer awoke with a start. Someone was continuously ringing her doorbell. She was groggy, having just awoken from the sleep of the dead. She pulled herself out of bed and automatically slipped her high heels on and a sheer robe. Although it wouldn't hide a thing, at least she had something on. She looked through the peep hole and groaned, it was that cranky old man from next door. What did he want from her now, in the middle of the day, after she had been up all night fucking? Putting a sweet smile on her face, she opened the door and asked, "How can I help you today, Mr. Watson?" The man stood there, his mouth hanging open as if he were trying to catch flies. His eyes burning into her flesh as they very noticeably moved between her breasts and her hairless crotch. "Uh Mr. Watson, what were you ringing my door bell for?" she asked again, as she unconsciously spread her legs even wider apart to give him a better view. She mentally blushed, as she was no longer allowed to show such an emotion outwardly. She was completely embarrassed, standing in the wide open door, in nothing but a sheer robe, which her neighbor could obviously see right through, a pair of 5" heels and to help him get a more obscene view of her crotch, she had just spread her legs wider apart for him. No wonder the man couldn't talk. She just hoped that he didn't have a heart attack while standing there ogling her body. "Mr. Watson!" she exclaimed louder, hoping to break his reverie. "Oh yes. Remember I warned you about screwing around. I said that if I caught you whoring around here in the neighborhood, that I'd give you a choice of screwing me, or having me call the police on you. So which is it going to be?" He asked, with a very nasty tone in his voice. "Uh Mr. Watson, you woke me up from a sound sleep to make your false accusations?" she asked, still with a sweet voice and still with a sweet smile on her face, although she was dying inside from embarrassment. "I saw that man who came here about 7:00 last night, and caught him sneaking out this morning at 6:00. I would have come over earlier, but I figured you needed the rest, so I waited until now. So which is going to be girly, the cops or a toss in the sack with me?" he demanded. She tried to say that it was just her boy friend, but the words wouldn't come out, instead she ended up saying, "Why don't you come in so that we can discuss this civilly?" Mr. Watson brushed past her, his arm pressing against her huge tits as he did. Putting her sweetest of smiles on her face she said, "Mr. Watson, you don't need to threaten me with the police to get me into bed, but please, the next time, let me get my sleep in." Her words shocked both of them. Mr. Watson because he didn't expect his voluptuous neighbor to give in so easily, and Jennifer because she quickly realized how easy it would be for anyone to get her to bed from now on. She took his hand and led him back to her bedroom, apologizing for the mess, and her bed was a mess. The bedding was soaked from both her and the devil's fuck juices from the night before and the room wreaked of sex, something Jennifer hadn't noticed when she went to get the door out of her sound sleep. She began helping Mr. Watson undress while his hands went right to her tits, pawing and kneading them like so much dough. When he was naked, she got him to lay on the bed as she crawled up between his legs to start giving him a blow job. Not only could she smell his oldness, but he must of have been working out in his yard all morning and stank of sweat as well. But none of that mattered to the twenty year old woman, as she worked on getting his cock to come to life. Although she and the devil had done many things the night before, getting him hard was not one of them, and she surprised herself at how many little tricks she knew to get a man's flaccid cock to complete erection. It was the little things that she was doing with her tongue, the way she moved her head around in little semi-circles around his cock as she pumped her head up and down on his cock, the way she was playing with his ball sacks and squeezing his balls, firmly but gently, and the way she was running her other hand over his belly. All these things combined to get the old man hard faster than he had in years. Although she was doing all of these tactile things to him, what really got him hard was a secret ingredient, that neither truly noticed. It was the pheromones she was giving off as her humiliation forced her to get sexually excited. So strong were her pheromones, that she would be able to get a man, who hadn't been able to achieve an erection in a decade, get as hard as he did as a teenager. It would allow men, like Mr. Watson, who hadn't been able to quickly recover for a second round in over twenty years, to keep getting his cock hard enough to have sex with Jennifer at least half a dozen times in one night, if he so desired. When Mr. Watson was hard enough, Jennifer squatted over his hips and mounted him, impaling herself fully on his now steel rod hard prick. She slowly raised and lowered herself onto his impaling weapon, feeling every vein, bump and other nuance of his circumcised cock as she did. Mr. Watson too, was feeling things that he hadn't felt in years, maybe even decades. He could feel Jennifer's cunt running up and down his shaft, opening up widely as she impaled herself on him and clamping down tightly, as if not to let his cock escape her cavity as she pulled herself back up off of him. At first he lay there, almost passively watching in awe as this girl, young enough to be his grand daughter, almost young enough to be his great grand daughter, fucking herself on his prick as if they were lovers. The subject of his lust filled stare was obvious, her two huge breasts with their large, puffy, coral colored areola, tipped with her long, thick erect nipples. They were like a hypnotist's pendulum to him, as his eyes followed her outrageously long nipples wherever they went. This didn't go unnoticed by Jennifer, who looked down to see what his eyes were following. Again she mentally blushed in embarrassment, as the man stared at her sexually freak of nature nipples. For reasons she couldn't understand, she reached down, picked up his hands and placed his forefingers and thumbs on her nipples and, almost in a whisper, asked him "Squeeze them hard, so hard that hurts real good." Mr. Watson couldn't believe that she was asking him to do this, but eagerly complied with her wishes, pinching them as hard as he could between his fingers. Like an electric jolt, the pain shot through her chest and quickly turned into pleasure as it shot down to her clit, making it get even harder and longer than it already was in it's high excited state, and then it began vibrating maddingly. It both pained her and aroused her in equal doses, and made her begin to fuck him even faster. She leaned slightly more forward, both to give Mr. Watson easier access to her nipples to abuse them, and to cause her clit to rub over his cock as she pumped herself up and down on his rock hard shaft. She could feel the now familiar knot building in her guts, signaling her oncoming orgasm. "Oh grandpa!" she exclaimed in a little girl's voice, "You're going to make me cum! I'm so close, so very close!" Her calling him 'grandpa' in that high pitched little girl's voice really got to him. For a moment, he even envisioned that Jennifer was indeed his granddaughter and what they were doing was so morally wrong, but it also excited the dickens out of him. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Jennifer squealed in delight as her orgasm washed over her. For a moment she froze, her cunt clamping down so tightly on the old man, that he thought for just the briefest of moments that her cunt was going to physically damage his rock hard prick, and then she was pumping herself up and down his shaft like there was no tomorrow, her pussy milking his cock for all it was worth. That proved too much for the man and his seed shot up from his balls and rocketed out through the end of his prick like it hadn't done since he was twenty-something, fifty years ago. Jennifer, feeling his cum exploding into her, immediately went into another orgasm, even more powerful than the first one. "Oh yes grandpa! Pump it into me! Make your little girl pregnant!" she exhorted over and over again, still using the little girl's voice, until he quit shooting his sperm into her. Although he wouldn't have minded taking another go at her, it would have to wait until another time. Not that his prick went soft, because it hadn't, but rather because he was physically and emotionally spent. Jennifer never stopped fucking him, until he asked her to please stop, he had to rest. After getting off of him, and letting him rest for a minute on her bed, she asked, "Would you like to go take a shower with me?" It sounded good to him so he agreed and then went into her shower. Jennifer washed his body, spending inordinate amounts of time on his cock, balls and anus, and he washed her body, including shampooing her long hair, and he returned the favor, spending a long time washing her tits, cunt and ass. The talked and laughed, well actually Jennifer giggled a lot, the whole time that they were in the shower. Eventually they got out and dried each other off, then Mr. Watson got dressed to go home. Before he left, Jennifer asked, putting on her innocent little girl's voice again, "Since we're going to become real close friends anyway, would you mind if I called you grandpa? Mine are both dead, and like you could sort of adopt me as your granddaughter." It was as if she had just sucked him hard again, he got an instant erection hearing her ask him the question. The thought of pretending to adopt this gorgeous, sexy woman as his granddaughter, and then fucking her regularly was a real big turn on to him, and he readily agreed. Jennifer gave him a big hug, squeezing her huge mammaries against his chest and planting a passionate French kiss on his lips as she thanked him for accepting her offer. When he had left, she was totally confused. She felt used, degraded and completely embarrassed over how she had acted with the nasty, grumpy, OLD man next door, especially that scene just before he left where she had asked him to be her grandfather, with that little girl voice she had used. She felt like she had acted like a slut, a big slut, and she couldn't stop herself from doing so. Yet at the same time, she couldn't deny, that she had enjoyed every minute of their sexual coupling, and even their shower together afterwards. "Well," she thought to herself with a sigh, "she better clean up her bedroom. She certainly didn't want to sleep in a wet bed tonight." and went in stripped the sheets off, throwing them into the washing machine and then putting fresh sheets on her bed. Just as she finished making her bed, the door bell rang. "Who could that be now?" she wondered to herself as she went to see who was at the door, still dressed in just her sheer robe and high heeled shoes. Peering through the peep hole, she saw five teenaged boys standing in front of her door. She groaned, knowing what was likely to come of this if she opened the door, which she was already in the process of doing. She opened the door wide, just as she had with Mr. Watson, and stood there where all the boys could get a good look at her luscious body. "Yes, may I help you?" she asked innocently. Just like with Mr. Watson, the five teenagers stood there staring with their mouths open as if they were trying to catch flies, unable to take their eyes, or their minds, off of her body. "BOYS!" Jennifer exclaimed, and quickly added, "May I help you." "You're fuckin' beautiful!" one boy exclaimed. Another, less mesmerized and at the back of the group, began pushing the other forward, into her house. Once inside he said, with a shit eating grin on his face, "We understand that you're giving free sex lessons." Outwardly the boys saw a sexy smile come across her face, but inwardly she was groaning, "Oh no! Not that!" and then heard herself saying, "Why I was planning to do that, but I didn't think anyone knew yet." "Well we're here to learn!" said the other boy Jennifer was surprised to hear herself respond, "And learn you will! So let's start out with, have any of you boys seen a naked woman before?" The boys looked from one to the other and shook their heads. "Alright then we'll start there, because if you don't know what the territory is, you can't properly explore it, now can you? While I take off my robe, why don't you boys all get yourselves naked." she instructed them. All she had to do was to shrug off her skimpy robe, but they had socks, shoes, jeans, underwear and t-shirts to get off, and they did so remarkably fast. When every one was naked, Jennifer, still in her high heeled shoes, slowly turned to let the boys feast their young eyes on her remarkable body. "Now, while I'm older than the girls you will be going out with, I'm also curvier, and I'm sure, that I have much larger breasts than most women period, much less the girls that you will go out with." The boys all mumbled in agreement, their eyes fastened on her huge tits and nipples. "And as you can see, I shave my pussy hairs off, so that you have no trouble seeing or feeling your way around between my legs. Most girls that you go out with, will have hair, as not too many women enjoy showing off what they have between their legs and in fact consider their ability to have hair between their legs the same as you feel about wanting to have to shave your faces everyday. Since we're all standing, form a line and each of you will get to feel my breasts. Just remember, treat them as you would your pricks. No super rough playing with them!" The boys quickly lined up, pushing each other to get closer to the front of the line. When they were lined up, the first boy stepped forward, gently touching and prodding her G-cup sized tits. "I didn't say treat them like they were going to break, just don't get too rough with them." she instructed the fourteen year old boy running his hands over them, but as eager as he was to touch them, he was still being too tentative with them, for her tastes. With a look of exasperation on her face she said, "O.K., I'll walk you through it. First cup them in your hands from underneath them." and waited for the boy to comply, "Now lift them. Feel their weight, and these are no light weights, trust me on this issue, because I have to carry them around 24/7/365 on my chest. I feel their weight all of the time." The boy did as she had instructed and had cupped them in his hands and was lifting them up to feel how heavy they were, and she was right, they were really heavy, for tits. "Now squeeze them to feel how firm they are. Not too hard, but not too softly either." she instructed. And the boy did as she told him to. "Now run your hands over the skin of my breasts, then my areolas (pointing at them) and finally my nipples, to see the differences." she said, and he did, making her shiver at his light touch, her erect nipples getting even harder. Although she was outwardly acting as if she were teaching sex-ed in some high school, inwardly, she was highly embarrassed, standing there naked, in front of five equally naked teenaged boys telling them how to play with her body. "Now cup your hands again, facing them towards my breasts, so that my nice long, thick nipples are in the palms of your hands." and waited for him to get positioned right before continuing, "Now squeeze!" "No harder! They won't break or fall off, I promise you." "O.K., Now squeeze like you are doing .... release .... squeeze again. Keep on doing that until I tell you to stop." she said, enjoying the way the young boy was playing with her huge tits. After letting him do this for quite a while, she realized that she'd have to move on, after all this was just the first of five boys. "O.K. now grasp my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers, pinch them gently..... O.K. now twirl them in your grasp .... OOOOHHH GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD! O.K. next!" She repeated it with each of the boys, some needing more instructions than the others. "O.K. seeing as time is running short, let's get on to the fucking. I'm going to get down on my hands and knees. One of you will kneel behind me and stick your dick into me." she said, as the boys all cheered the decision. Jennifer knelt down on the carpeting. The shy boy who had been the first to play with her tits knelt down behind her. As her legs were spread wide apart and her back arched, sending her ass high into the air, her fuck hole was easy to see. Holding his prick, he lined himself up and shoved it into her wet, but otherwise unprepared pussy in one quick shove. Since he only had a thin five inch cock, Jennifer barely felt his entrance. As the boy began ramming his cock in and out of her pussy, she began rocking back and forth in time with his strokes, her cunt opening wide for him to send it into her and clamping down as he tried to pull out. He was so hot that it only took a few strokes to get him off, as he flooded her pussy with his semen. The other four didn't last any longer either and Jennifer was left frustrated from not getting off, but it was getting late and the boys had to go. She'd have to teach them next time how to please her, as well as themselves, if she was going to have to have regular sex with them. Right after the boys left, the phone rang, her first call from her Internet and print ads, that the devil had placed on her behalf. "Hello." she said. "Is this the service?" a strange man asked. "Service? What service?" she replied, not realizing that it was one of her ads. "Do you have an ad on the Internet?" the man asked. "Yes." she replied hesitantly. "Oh, you're answering your own calls." the man replied with relief in his voice. "Yes." she replied confidently, now knowing where this call was going. "I wanted to know first, if the picture and the measurement's listed on the Internet is really you?" he queried. Not knowing for sure, but reasonably certain that the devil would have placed accurate information, she replied, "Yes and it's all me too. No fake boobs here." There was a pause and then the man asked, "So what do you charge?" "A simple slam-bam-thank-you-mam is $150 here at my house. If you want me by the hour, I charge $300 per hour." she said, not even having to think twice about the rates she'd never had to quote before. "Well where do you live?" he asked. "In the Kendall section of town." she replied. "That's not too far. I guess I'll come visit you. What's you're address?" he asked. "Are you coming over right now?" she asked, instead of answering his question. "No, maybe an hour from now." he replied. "Well, when you are ready, give me a call and I'll give you the address. A girl can't be too careful you know." she replied. "Alright, I'll call you back in an hour." He said and hung up the phone. "Oh good!" she thought to herself, "After fucking the devil all night long, I've had to fuck Mr. Watson and five boys so far, and now this stranger is calling about coming over and fucking me tonight. Well I better get the place presentable and get some dinner going or I'll never get to eat anything tonight." An hour later, on the dot, the man called back and she gave him her address. He said that it would take him half an hour from where he was, as there were so many traffic lights between where he was and where she lived. Her bedroom was back in order and she sat down to eat, so that she could at least have that out of the way before he arrived. Her door bell rang, and she went to answer it. She had put some clothes on to meet him, though they didn't leave much to the imagination, since she wasn't wearing either a bra or panties. She had unconsciously dressed as a school girl, in a sheer white, see-through blouse, that was at least a size too small, forcing her to leave all of the buttons from the bottoms of her breasts up undone, and really short, tight in the hips, plaid skirt. On her feet she wore white socks with a lace edge around the tops, folded down, and what looked like little girls shiny black patent leather shoes, except that these ones had a four inch stiletto heel to them. Her clothes gave her an erotic school girl look, albeit one that would have never been allowed in a real school. She opened the door, with her now almost constant, seductive smile on her face and asked, "Are you Mr. Miller?" The man's face showed his pleasantly surprised shock as his eyes bugged out of his head as he starred at her huge tits and super long nipples. "Yes." came the reply and she let him in. The man was nothing special. He was neither short nor tall, a little over weight, but not overly so. He was neither handsome nor ugly, kind of average. After a few cordial comments back and forth, Jennifer said, "I assume you still want just a quick toss in the hay?" The married man, embarrassed about having to see a whore to relieve his sexual tensions, since his wife no longer would allow him sex save for four times a year, his birthday, Father's Day, Christmas, and some time in the fall, simply nodded his head. She then said, "We need to take care of the financial part and then we can go back to my bedroom." The man took out his wallet and counted off seven $20 bills and added a $10. She then took his hand and led him back into her bedroom. As she was unbuttoning the rest of her blouse, the phone rang. She held a finger up to her lips and picked up the phone. "Is this the service?" the strange male voice on the other end of the phone asked. "No, it's me Jennifer." she replied. "I've just got to have a date with you! You're the hottest thing I've ever seen!" the now excited voice on the other end of the phone said. "Well I am busy right now, can you call back in an hour?" she advised him. "Sure, it's 6:30 now, so 7:30?" he said. "That will be fine." she replied. "I'm sorry honey." she told the man in the room with her. "No problem." he said, starring intently at her now naked tits. A moment later he was in the bed completely naked, and a few moments later, Jennifer joined him in bed, equally naked. The man let his hands begin roaming her body, as she moved a hand down to his crotch to grasp his average sized cock and stroke it slowly. He explored her body for a while, as she stroked him into erection. "Do you want to get on top or do you want me on top?" she asked. "Damn!" he thought to himself, "I haven't had a woman on top of me in years!" and said, "Why don't you get on top." Jennifer straddled his hips, grasped his cock and put the head inside of her. Straightening up and bending back a little, she looked him right in the eye and slowly lowered herself onto his prick. It felt so good, that the man couldn't ever remember it feeling this good before. Even though she'd fucked the equivalent of probably a hundred men in the past twenty-four hours, her cunt had shrunk down so that to the man she felt as tight as if she'd only recently been deflowered and wetter than he ever could remember a woman being as his prick entered her for the first time. It was as if a tight wet fist was grasping the entire length of his cock, all at once and, he could feel the muscles inside of her cunt massaging him. He reached up and grasped her long thick nipples and squeezed them hard between his fingers and thumbs, giving her both exquisite pain and pleasure at the same time. Jennifer gasped but allowed him to do as he pleased as she began fucking him in earnest. Up and down she went, faster and faster, moaning and groaning as she did. Since she hadn't complained so far, the man squeezed her long, thick nipples even harder and began pulling them away from her chest. Jennifer couldn't understand what was going on. The boys had cum real quickly inside of her, and this man, whom she could see was on the edge of blowing his load, was somehow holding back. The devil hadn't told her, that every man who paid for the privilege of fucking her would be able to hold off cuming at least three times as long as it normally took or ten minutes, which ever was longer, but in time she would realize that the men paying for her attentions were able to hold off for an inordinately long time, at least the first time that they fucked her. Although the man may have been able to hold off, Jennifer couldn't, and the first of four orgasms, while fucking this man washed over her. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she squealed in obvious delight and immediately began fucking him even faster in the throes of her orgasm. "Shit!" the man thought to himself, "I've never lasted this long, nor made a whore cum before!" as he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of Jennifer rapidly lifting and lowering her spasming cunt on his cock, while he viciously pinched and pulled on her nipples. The orgasm was a long, powerful one, forcing her to really hump the John that she was fucking as if she were possessed as the intensity of the pleasure drove her on. As the orgasm died down, so did the extreme speed in which she was fucking the man. She still was fucking him pretty fast, but not as fast as during her orgasm, and her cunt was still milking the man's cock, in it's attempt to make him cum inside of her. She knew that she was opening herself wide every time that she slammed herself down on him and that she was grasping him tightly as she pulled off of him. She came another two times before he came and he ended up cuming just as her third orgasm was winding down. He came harder, longer and with more cum than he could ever remember cuming before. His spurting of his seed into her womb, set off her fourth and last orgasm of their coupling, another long, intense one. As she came down from her fourth orgasm, she collapsed, exhausted onto his chest, his still hard cock, fully impaled inside of her. They both gasped and rested from their exhausting coupling and it was only when they began to recoup their strength, enough to get up, that his cock finally shrunk and slid out of her well satisfied pussy. Jennifer said, "Stay there a moment, I'll get a wet cloth to clean you up." She went to the bathroom, which now had a bidet in it, and sat down, to clean herself up first. After drying herself off, she took a wash cloth and ran hot water over it and came back out to her bedroom, to clean the man off. The two put their clothes back on and before he left, she gave him several of her cards, so that not only would he be able to call her again, but also give her card to his friends to also call on her. Her card was rather simple. In big letters in the middle of the card was her name, well at least her first name. In the lower right hand corner was her phone number, cell phone number, and pager number. Along the left hand side was a caricature of her naked, with an excellent likeness of her huge tits with their long, thick nipples. She also advised him that for every $1,000 worth of business that he referred her, she'd give him a free session, just like the one that they had just had. Her first ever customer, hadn't been gone twenty minutes when the phone rang. "Hello." she said, in her sexiest voice. "Are you free now?" the man on the other end asked. "Yes, I am. What's your name?" she replied. "I'm John, John Smith." the man on the other end of the line said. "Hi John. What would you like to be up to tonight?" she asked in her huskiest voice. "Well I saw your web site, including your rates. I'd like to have a dinner date, come back to my place to screw around a couple of hours and then let you go home, instead of sleeping over. I'll even pick you up and drop you off. The problem is that I don't want to pay by the hour, I want to know what I'm paying up front." The man said, almost sounding like a little boy with a new toy. "Well, how does $1,000 sound, If you pick me up at 9:00 and have me home by 2:00?" she offered. "For another $200 I could have you sleep over." he commented. "Yes, but we wouldn't be getting together until 10:00. The reasoning behind that price was three hours at $300 plus $300 for the time between 2:00 and 9:00 the next morning. That allows me have another customer, before 9:00." she replied, surprising herself at her own response. "Well do you have another customer lined up?" he asked. "Not tonight." she replied. "Then why don't we start early, and end early? You'll be home in the morning to take your first call of the day." he offered. Jennifer thought a moment and said, "O.K." "If I'm going to pick you up, I'll need your address." he said. "Call me back when you're ready to leave and I'll give it to you then." she replied. "Alright. Oh dress sexily, I want you looking really good when we go out." he said. She had an hour and a half before he'd be there to pick her up, she had to get moving. She stripped the bed again, threw the linens in the washer and started it, then she ran into the bathroom to shower. After a quick shower, not shampooing her hair this time, she began applying her make-up. She applied just enough to look stunning, without looking whorish. She put on a red silk and lace garter belt, sheer black stockings with a snake design wrapping up each of her legs with the head of the snake just below her pussy on the insides of her thighs, and red four and a half inch heels that forced her up onto the ends of her toes, making her balance on her toes and the pencil thin heels. She ran back to the laundry room and moved the now clean sheets from the washer to the dryer. She hurried back to her bedroom and slipped into a form fitting red dress. The dress was naughty, yet elegant. While the dress was not low cut, it nevertheless exposed quite a bit of her tit flesh as the area between her nipples was cut out in a diamond shape with the widest point being between her nipples. The diamond closed on the top just above where her breasts joined her chest and at the bottom just above her navel. The skirt was short, but not too short, covering the top third of her shapely thighs. The material of the dress was clingy and stretchy, making it look like it was painted onto her instead of her having slipped into it. The dress really showed off her unbelievable figure. Her huge tits jutted way out and her big puffy areolas jutted out even more, making them look like miniature breasts on her breasts. Then her nipples, which stuck out over an inch in length from her areolas, were so tightly covered by the stretchy material that you could see every crease in them. Her tiny, waspish waist, her flaring hips and round, heart shaped ass, all showed in complete detail as her dress clung to them. Even the crack of her ass was completely detailed, as the material was sucked into the crevice all the way to her anus. With the dress on, she accessorized, putting on her watch, some earrings, a bracelet and a necklace. She then went back to the bathroom to get her hair just right and touched up her make- up. Since she had some time left, before her "date" was to pick her up, she ran back into the laundry room, took her sheets out of the dryer and headed back to her room to make her bed, so that she wouldn't have to do it at 2:30 or 3:00 in the morning. The door bell rang, and she grabbed her purse, making sure that her keys were inside. She opened the door, and smiled lovingly at the young man ( Note: she still had her original mind, even though she now occupied a twenty year old's body). She could easily see why the man in his early thirties, was paying for companionship. He was average height and carried a few extra pounds, but he had to be the ugliest man she had ever laid eyes on. His face was completely scarred from acne, that he probably had as a youth. His smile indicated that he probably rarely, if ever brushed his teeth and never saw a dentist, as he was missing many teeth and those that he had looked like they were blackened with cavities. His hair could be best described as a mop, and to finish off his facial features, he had a beak for a nose, long and with a bump in the middle where it changed directions. In spite of his ugliness, Jennifer still looked at him with a lusty smile. "Well Tom, are you just going to stand out there?" she asked him pleasantly, to break his obvious stunned state as his eyes undresses her. The man had seen her picture on the Internet, but still couldn't believe how beautiful she was in person. In fact, he had been fooled before, getting to the woman's place only to find out that she looked nothing like her picture. Whereas Jennifer, at least that's what she called herself on the Internet, looked even better than her pictures on the Internet, and there was no mistaking that this was the same person. Even better yet, she was smiling, pleasantly and naturally at him, in spite of what he knew was not a very pleasant face, his. "Well, maybe I will have fun tonight after all!" he thought to himself and then said to her, "Uh, yes. I'm sorry but you are even prettier in person than the pictures that I saw of you on the Internet, and I was so struck by your beauty, that I couldn't even talk." "I hate the part about being the businesswoman, but unfortunately, it is a necessary part of my business. Besides, it's better to get that part out of the way up front, that way the rest of the evening is just fun. Do you have the $1,000 in cash?" she asked him. "Oh yes." he replied, somewhat embarrassed about not having the money in his pocket and ready. He took out his wallet, and Jennifer could see that there was enough bills in there to choke a horse. He pulled a bunch of bills out and counted nine $100 bills, and reached back in for one more, then handed the ten $100 bills to Jennifer. Having seen him count the money, she didn't recount them. "Excuse me for just a second, I don't like carrying this kind of money when I'm out on a date." she told him and went back into her bedroom and put the money in the small floor safe the devil had supplied her. "Well, are you ready for an evening of fun?" she said enthusiastically, with a joyful smile on her face, as she hooked her arm through his and they walked out to his Cadilac. Tom opened her door for her as if he were a gentleman on a date with a real lady, instead of an ogre who had just paid for some whore's time with him. Jennifer, got in and scooted over to sit in the middle, next to her date. She hiked her skirt up to her hips, completely exposing her pantiless pussy, and spread her legs enough to give him easy access to her crotch, without interfering with his driving. He was on cloud nine. He had a beautiful woman with him and was going to a fancy restaurant where many of his friends ate regularly. During the short drive, they carried on a pleasant conversation, mainly Jennifer got him to talk about himself, what he did for a living, where he went to college, etc. While they talked, Tom alternated between playing with her huge tits, especially her nipples, and fingering her open, available pussy. Jennifer at one point had asked him if he wanted her to play with his cock, but he didn't want to be embarrassed with a hard-on when he got to the restaurant, so he said, "Later, after dinner." When they arrived at the restaurant, he pulled up to the valet stand. A young man quickly opened Jennifer's door, and as she got out, she spread her legs wide apart, paused for a moment, allowing the valet to see her naked, hairless pussy in all of it's glory, and then stepped out of the car. Tom didn't wait for the valet, but rather got out and came around the car, but not fast enough to have seen Jennifer shoot her beaver at the valet. He handed the valet his keys, took his claim ticket and they went inside. Although it was a week day evening, the place was pretty busy, and even with the $20, that Tom slipped the maitre' d, they still had to wait half an hour. As he scanned the room, looking for possible friends, he noticed quite a few men, and even some women, starring at Jennifer. This woman who was with him tonight, was a startling beauty. It wasn't that her face alone would have won out over a lot of other women that he knew, but rather the entire package, the hair, the eyes, her real hour glass figure capped off at the top by her enormous tits and at the bottom with her buttocks and long shapely legs in those really high, high heels, but most importantly, it seemed to be her aura of beauty and confidence. Of course, he realized that most of the men were starring at her breasts, as it was obvious that they were unencumbered. Eventually they were seated. The maitre' d held Jennifer's seat for her, and as she sat down, she realized that instead of tugging her short skirt down, she was pulling it up, so that the bottom hem of her skirt, was at the height of her naked pussy. Once her chair was pushed into the table, she felt herself spreading her legs so that anyone facing her had a clear view of her naked pussy. As they ate and drank, they carried on an animated conversation, nothing about sex, sports, politics, etc. Tom was aware that every many in the place was sneaking peeks between her legs and seeing her perfect, hairless, pussy, especially the help, which seemed were constantly walking by, right behind their table. Of course, it also meant that they were getting even better than first class service. Neither of them could take even just the smallest sip of water, before a different waiter or bus boy would come by to fill their glass. Even the chef came out to make sure that their order was satisfactory, and to get a look at what everyone was telling was this gorgeous woman out there, braless and pantiless. When they had finished their dinner, the maitre' d came over and told them that desert was on the house, as he copped a quick feel of Jennifer's huge tit. They had a great time at the restaurant, but then it was time to leave. The walked out together, stuffed from all the food they had eaten, and went to the valet stand. As luck would have it, the same kid who had parked there car when they arrived, was the next in line to retrieve their car. Although they should have paid $2 for the service, the kid said, "It's on the house tonight." and ran to go get their car. Tom waited on the driver's side and the kid held his door open until Tom was in, then closed it and ran around to let Jennifer in. Again, she got in, hiking her skirt to her hips, placed one foot in and paused for just a moment, to give the kid a real good look at her naked pussy, then quickly pulled the other foot in and slid over next to Tom as the kid slammed the door. Tom did slip the valet three bucks. On the drive back to Tom's house, Jennifer slid down onto the floor as she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, before proceeding to give him a nice, slow blow job. He was glad that she did as he had been hard since she opened the door to her house and he got his first glimpse of her and the tension was driving him crazy. When she was finished, she returned to sitting next to him as he drove, playing with her tits and cunt. When they arrived at Tom's house, he gave her the grand tour of his mansion. He had invented a few things and was living off of the royalties rather nicely. The last room of the tour, of course, was the master bedroom, which looked more like a living room to Jennifer, at least as big as a good sized living room. It had a raised circular bed, which was much bigger than a normal king sized bed. The room had a sitting area with the biggest big screen TV she had ever seen and a large stereo. Tom put on some nice, soft, romantic music as they walked over to his bed and got naked. Tom's short comings weren't just in his looks, his prick was shorter than average and very thin, although he did have remarkable recuperative ability. Over the next two hours, between midnight and two in the morning, the fucked in just about every position imaginable, and in every one of her orifices plus between those magnificent tits of hers. While he got off each and every time he banged her, his little dick did nothing for her and when she went home that night, she ended up having to masturbate herself to several orgasms with what she began calling "Big George", in memory of her deceased husband. "Big George" was a very thick twelve inch dildo that completely mimicked a real circumcised cock, from the helmeted head to thick veins running down the shaft. End Part 3 ****************************************************************************** Well fans, what will happen to Jennifer next, might be up to you! Of course she's going to have sex indiscriminately with teenaged boys, married men, old men, married or not, and middle aged women, either just the two women or with their husbands and boyfriends. She's got ads going every where and she will draw teenagers, old men and lesbians, when ever she goes out shopping, which will probably be daily. Now, what situations are we going to put her in. Chapter 4 She is going to go shopping at the mall. Her pheromones are going to attract old men and middle aged lesbian and bi-women. So something will happen while she is out shopping for the day. She'll be teaching kids to fuck her in the afternoon again. And of course she's going to have some kind of sexual encounter with a paying customer or two. I won't post for at least three weeks to give you a chance to write to me and give me your suggestions. Send your suggestions to tedebear690@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email at your own domain with Yahoo! 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