Message-ID: <32319asstr$999385803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <3B912B0E.179C91F0@philphantom.com> From: Phil Phantom X-Accept-Language: en X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sat, 01 Sep 2001 13:38:06 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} The Deal Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2001 19:10:03 -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 <1st attachment, "the-deal-pp.txt" begin> The Deal By: Phil Phantom HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com Bill and Linda entered what they thought was a swank honeymooner's boutique looking for something to make their first time very special. Being from a small town in the midwest, they entered a world unlike they ever imagined, more a porn shop than a sexy lingerie store. The only thing missing were books and magazines, although they did have a large selection of videos in obscene packaging which lined most walls and filled several floor racks. The rest was all sex toys and super slutty attire, nothing Linda would wear on a dare or use in a pinch. The Adam and Eve Boutique was clearly a dirty-old-Adam's domain, so she started to turn and head right back out. Bill stopped her. She didn't think he'd be into this sort of thing, but he obviously was, so, wanting to make this day special for him, the entire day, their first day as husband and wife, she became a smut shopper and feigned interest in smut, keying on that smut which interested Bill. Until she could get him out of there, they would be Mr. and Mrs. Smutshopper. They perused all the video displays just so Bill could ogle the vulgar sex acts depicted on the covers. Linda never saw such filth with nothing left to the imagination. Raw, copious discharges of semen seemed to be the major lure to induce a customer to buy - in some cases, rent. That made no sense to Linda unless the customers were all homosexuals, but then why all the attractive female models. The gay selections were in the gay area, a small area. Thank god, Bill wasn't interested in that area. Linda had to feign interest in the extra large organs that discharged extra large amounts of mess in, on, and over wide open vaginas that had been shaved of all hair. How any young woman could assume such a pose with her parents still living was a mystery. He also loved the models who were drenched in cum, the object of what he called a circle jerk. The cumee being the centerpiece of the circle jerk. Gross. Disgusting, but she often said, "Yes, that's really something." At least now she knew why he asked her to shave. She thought he meant lips, not the whole thing. She'd need time in the bathroom to make the correction, but she didn't like the idea of denuding herself of all pubic hair. Lips were fine, that was neat and tidy, understandable for men into oral sex, which she knew he was, but bald was vulgar. Only a whore would do such a thing, and what sort of man would want a wife looking like that. Obviously Bill. To her amazement and chagrin, Bill showed greatest interest in the filthiest of slut wear: crotchless panties, cut-out bras, assless leather shorts, any item of apparel designed to highlight what cloting is supposed to hide. Most shocking was his interest in getting her a dildo, a selection of dildos, a variety of dildos. She found herself shopping for them when she had no idea why she'd need them, or why any married woman would need one much less a variety, and they were so vulgar, so real, so varied, so many to choose from. Linda looked over a spinster's smorgasbord of smut toys that littered one entire wall of Smutland. She just wanted to grab one and go, but Bill wanted to shop, peruse them all, discuss their features with a sales assistant (the last thing Linda wanted, especially an older male) and in a store filled with men who seemed very amused by a young woman out dildo shopping in a short dress she couldn't bend over in without showing her ass. The absurd dress was Bill's honeymoon gift, so she had to wear it, though New Orleans would be the only place she would ever wear a dress like that. Bill insisted, and insisted they shop and take their time as Hanover had nothing like this to offer. Linda thought, "No screaming shit. Hanover is not a suburb of Hell; The French Quarter most certainly is." To make matters worse, the man helping them was very lewd, crude, spoke to be overheard, and kept touching her in a familiar way while discussing her vagina and masturbation habits, only he never called that sex organ between her legs a vagina - sometimes pussy, but more often, cunt, a term you just don't hear in Hanover, even from the lewd, crude, and socially unaceptable riff raff. They might call it a twat, snatch, or beaver, but not cunt...although she did break up with a guy who called her a cunt, but she called him a prick, and he wasn't from Hanover. No man ever asked her if she shaved her cunt or what she liked to fuck herself with. Then again, she never went fuck toy shopping with expert help to wait on her. While he conducted that obscene interrogation, she had Bill constantly urging her to relax and not be a prude, to answer and be honest...oh, and to speak up. She had to answer several times until everyone heard the question and her honest answer. Linda finally had to decide between storming out or going along. Seeing how much this vulgar experience meant to Bill, she couldn't bring herself to let him down, not on this day, not after waiting so long. They had been quite sexual for quite some time but had never gone "all the way." They were saving that. If he wanted to kick their sex life off with a vulgar adventure, well, maybe that wasn't a bad idea. Sexual adventures were what honeymoons were all about, that and love making. She figured they'd do the love making to the point of boredom before getting involved in anything adventuresome. Then again, they did come to New Orleans for the adventure potential. Both were on the honeymoon agenda. Still, it seemed they were going about this backward, but he obviously wanted the adventure first. When that got boring, maybe he'd lay her down and make mad passionate love to her. Linda was discovering that a great deal about Bill was bass ackwards. In the end, she opted to ride it out, play along, and kept telling herself that these men don't matter. They would never see those men again and they were a thousand miles from Hanover. The creepy guys were relatively easy to ignore. They were nothings, nobodies - faceless strangers in a strange place. The salesman wasn't, and he kept getting bolder all the time. Of course, he knew Bill was trying to help, trying to get her to open up and relax. Linda had to wonder what if anything Bill would object to since he said nothing when Max (the salesman, actually the owner) tried to slip her panties down so she could try a few. Try a few! Dildos! In the store! Out in the open! Was he insane? Was Bill? Did New Orleans have no obscenity laws at all? Linda had to resist that insanity. No way were they pulling her panties down, and if those fools thought they could stuff one of those...those things up her...up her cunt, they had another thing coming, not with all those sleazy men gathering close to see how this exciting drama played out. No way,...although Linda had to admit that if the Adam and Eve Boutique had a dildo try-out room, she was sorely tempted to go there with that big, black, motorized thing with ribbed ticklers and give that pussy pleasing puppy a test drive. She'd had her cunt touched one too many times by a perfect stranger perfectly to completely rule out that possibility. They had reached a dildo shopping impasse when she refused to drop her panties. Unless she could try the items, there was no point in going on. This was absurd but clearly fell into the sexual adventure category, not one she'd pick, but one Bill was very into. With that in mind, Linda played along - at least with the attempt. Two men doing their best to get her out of her panties did appeal to a certain part of her - the part in the panties and the part of her brain that controlled that part. She kept telling herself to forget about the customers, but that was so hard for her to do. They kept taking greater interest in her, with more entering and none leaving, now nine or ten. She ignored them too well for a precise head count. Hell, the eaves-dropping customers knew her pussy type and twat barbering preference (shaved lips), her masturbation habits (duration and frequency), along with everything she had ever used to fuck herself with (which was a lot once she listed them). They were practically on a first name basis and had to be thinking she was way too obsessed with her own cunt, a compulsive masturbator, horny, hard-up, easy, a midwest slut. After answering all questions truthfully, Linda had to wonder. Bill said be honest; she was honest. She was normal and typical of any drop-dead-gorgeous Hanover nineteen-year-old, but she no longer felt normal or typical. She felt like a seasoned New Orleans hooker on a shopping spree. She even looked the part in that stupid dress that Bill must have purchased at Sluts R Us. Max was good at copping a feel of pussy while trying to get a customer out of her panties. He obviously did this sort of thing quite a bit and must have had a measure of success. She could not fault the technique because sly light touches between the legs did seem to put a shy lady in a more cooperative frame of mind - less jumpy, less tense, less likely to take offense at being fondled between the legs. After a few minutes of being subtle, he could pet her pussy. Although she held onto his wrist, she no longer pushed. With a man's hand between her legs, it just seemed right that she look like she were trying to eject him. She didn't know why she even bothered with the pretense since Bill was still urging her to relax and not be a prude. He could plainly see what Max was doing. Everyone could. Max was good at petting pussy, very good, most excellent. He used a light stroking touch and stayed outside the panties. In time, this lovely, stroking of her sex felt very relaxing. In more time, she felt like anything but a prude as she didn't mind that others were staring at the finger stroking through the lips of her panty-covered sex, firmly stroking panty fabric into the groove and exposing portions of pulpy bare cunt lip on both sides. They could see this obscene stroking plainly as Max had moved her dress material up so that they could see. In fact, he had the material bunched up at the waist band. Bill had the material pulled up in back to the small of her back, so in essence, they were seeing her in panties being pussy petted. If this was the sexual adventure Bill wanted, that was fine with her. If he wanted Max to handle his foreplay, Linda was all for that. In fact, she had to commend Bill's wise choice. As soon as she could get Bill alone, she'd fuck his brains out and he wouldn't have to lift a finger or get his lips wet. If they made it to the room, they'd be lucky. The elevator sounded close enough. Maybe the back seat of a taxi would do. If they didn't leave soon, the floor of the store would suffice and anyone would do. The lookie loos had gathered close and brave souls were copping feels. Bill didn't mind, so that was fine with her. They were copping feels of everything except pussy, as pussy was occupied. Hands reached in from every quarter to slip inside her bra or down the back of her panties. Other hands stroked her legs, belly, and back. Hands were all inside her dress. Any bare skin was a prize on this fair-skinned midwest beauty. Bill had no objection but Max did. This was his show and he was trying to get the bitch to relax and get the panties off the slut. "Be patient," he said, "She's coming around." Linda couldn't agree more and had passed the point when she wanted the panties off, but she wasn't quite ready to take a dildo - almost, but not quite. She wanted to tell him to keep that firm slit stroke up a bit longer and she'd be willing to try a few. In fact, if he was game, with nothing on at all. By this time, she knew Bill would like that very much, and the others were hoping to see her naked. Bill described her naked body to them, but there is nothing like seeing a well-built, naked, young woman in the flesh. The fact that she was a brand new bride made her somewhat of a collector's item, and she felt like a rare item on the auction block being examined prior to taking any bids. Bill acted like the owner who was very eager to auction her off. Linda loved hearing Bill's description, but loved even more when he pulled the back of her panties down to show them her luscious ass. Linda was thankful that Max didn't object to him doing that. By this time, she had completely turned herself over to Max, her pussy especially. He knew how to relax a bitch and work a slut without her taking offense to those terms. She even stepped out a bit to give him easier access to her crotch. Her hand didn't hold his wrist, her fingers trailed over his forearm. He stroked her; she stroked him. While silently encouraging Max, she listened to the men rave about her sexy ass. Bill pulled her cheeks apart to show them a virgin asshole. They all got a good look at a virgin asshole, and Linda had never been proud of her asshole before, or shown it to anyone, or allowed anyone else to show it. This was now a true sexual adventure for her. The bidding was sure to go sky high. She had that virgin asshole thing going for her, and from what she could gather, her virgin asshole was an exceptional model of virgin asshole in highly prized pink. Bill kept working the dress material up her torso, and shitheads were fingering her ass, so Max went ahead and drew the panties down. Linda stepped free of the panties with her dress rucked up in her pits, with fingers up her ass. Max told Bill to get rid of the dress and the bra, which he did, leaving Linda naked in sandals with two long black fingers up her ass. Linda wasn't quite ready to be naked in sandals, but Max went to work on her naked pussy and soon got her ready. He got her more than ready, but he had help. Linda didn't feel like she had a virgin asshole any longer, but no one seemed to mind. The guy in the rear raved about her fucking ass. Max ordered a couple of men to fetch a camera from behind the counter and bring a short, padded stool with a reclining back support, perfect for beavers Linda discovered after she sat on the stool. Two men helped her make a good beaver better and one was Bill, which came as no surprise. Max kept one hand busy in her beaver which kept Linda from getting upset by this gross exposure even as a man readied a camera to take pictures with her legs held in the sitting splits. Of course, Max still had help from the black man who was very into anal sex with midwest white chicks. Max knew to leave the black man alone to do his thing. Max knew a weakness when he saw one. Max was good. Max was so good that when the time came to take the shots, he took his hand away and she followed his instructions to open her pussy lips, still with the black man finger fucking her ass. He wasn't in the way. She lined the fingertips along both lips and opened herself wide, revealing a large oval of intimate pink pussy flesh no man other than a husband or doctor has any business seeing. Linda didn't see any doctors and had to wonder about the husband. She held herself open for a series of beaver shots taken from several angles. After that, the dildos came into play. Max selected the dildo, picked the hole, and inserted, but she fucked herself all the while pictures were being taken. She fucked herself for half an hour with at least three dozen as customers came but never went. What started with seven grew to seventeen and had gotten completely out of hand with all those men taking liberties. Several jacked off on her which was a bit much. The first two smothered her tits. That was pretty neat, but the next four jacked off in her face. That was totally uncalled for, got sticky crap all in her hair, and some got in her eyes. Sperm in the eyes is no laughing matter, but they were all laughing. The black man she grew quite fond of put his long black cock in her mouth and jacked off. No guy ever ejaculated in her mouth before, and he didn't even warn her. He did it on purpose. Linda thought that was very rude. What's more, he expected her to swallow his copious load and twisted her nipple real hard until she did. No one took pity, and most laughed when she gagged and had to nurse on that vulgar man with tears streaming down her cheeks while he milked his spent organ and called her filthy names, not the least of which was white trash whore and cock-sucking slut. The novelty of this sexual adventure was quickly wearing thin. The prude stood no chance of resurfacing. They effectively buried her, but the new bride was becoming a bit miffed by the outrageous conduct of her new groom. When he invited everyone to stop by the honeymoon suite for a piece of ass, that did it, and he made that offer while she still had that nigger's dick in her mouth, nursing nicely on the asshole nigger so that he wouldn't hurt her nipples again. They were all assholes and they were all niggers. She, in fact, married a nigger asshole - a generous one, too. For a young lady who aspired to be a pre-school teacher and church choir director to suddenly find herself married to a white nigger while nursing on a black one, the reality of life and what men really think of women sank in. She had some asshole jerking off with his cock wrapped in her long brown hair that she painstakingly brushed for one-hundred strokes each night. She didn't know if semen was good for hair or bad for hair but she already had enough in her hair to constitue for a cream rinse. More was sure to be added, and one entire load seemed destined there. After the tits got drenched, face and hair seemed the most popular targets. Linda had a face dripping with another jerk's wad and was about to struggle up when Max decided he couldn't wait. What she took to be another large dildo going up her ass was actually Max. That took all the fight out of her and made her settle back even as another jerk readied to anoint her lovely face with a fresh wad of dick snot. Her mind wasn't on semen; her mind was between her legs. No dildo felt that good. She watched Max fuck her along with everyone else, and was just as excited by the sight of a woman getting butt fucked in a sex shop. When the creamy load hit her, she tried to catch some in her mouth and ended up sucking on the dick, nursing on the last of his discharge. She swallowed without gagging, then nursed nicely without being threatened. Bill was beside himself, had his dick out, and was jacking off with several others. If he was happy, she was happy. If he wanted to share his bride, she was all for that. She looked around for another cock to suck, one that looked ready. She selected one, took him into her mouth, and pumped his cock until he discharged. She sucked and swallowed, then wanted another, then another. Guys who had been reluctant to jack off weren't reluctant to get a good blow job. There was no shame in that, not from a looker like her. Max was in no hurry and fucked a woman's ass the way he petted pussy, very pleasant, most soothing. Linda liked Max a lot. She never met a man like Max before. He seemed to know women so well, at least how to control them through their vaginas. Just as some cowboys have a way with horses, and the horse is nothing more than a means to an end to them, that was how Max was with a woman. The horse doesn't resent being used properly, and Linda suspected, neither do Max's women. Linda felt more like Max's woman than Bill's wife. Ten minutes into the fuck, Max looked to Bill and said, "I'd like to borrow your bride, put her to work for me, have her turn a few tricks, do a few chicks, make a few fuck videos, do some skin magazine posing, say a week of steady work. Can you do without her for a week?" Linda looked to Bill with a cock in her mouth. He looked to Linda, then at the cock still sawing lazily in her rectum. Linda thought for sure he would decline that deal, but when he kept staring at the cock fucking her stretched-thin anal rose bud, she realized he had a serious problem that wasn't likely to go away after the honeymoon. Passing her around to other men like a carnival pony ride would be her lot in life. Maybe that wasn't a bad way to live. It was worth trying, and no better place than a thousand miles from nowhere. With that in mind, she brought a hand to her clit and began rubbing. The other hand did its best to bring up a load of cum. Bill took that as a positive sign, surprised to see a positive sign when he thought she might be pissed that he didn't immediately decline the absurd offer, especially when the offer didn't offer any needed money. He watched her closely, especially the sucking of the climax she induced. When the rubbing became more intense and involved the other hand, he said, "Honey, would you mind serving as Max's whore for a week?" Linda took her mouth off the dick she was nursing on to say, "No, I wouldn't mind being his whore." She then went right back to nursing like a cock-sucking whore. "Are you willing to do anything he wants you to do?" Now licking the spent appendage, she paused to say, "Yes. I'll do anything. I'll consider myself his property for as long as you stipulate. Whatever he requires of me, I'll apply myself to and try to be the best whore I can possibly be and make as much money for him as I can." "What about the pictures and videos? Do you care what he does with those?" "No, if he owns me, he owns any pictures or videos he takes of me. They'll be his property. Whatever he does with them is fine with me. I hope he makes a lot of money." "We could make this for the full two weeks of our honeymoon if you want. Can I give you to him for two weeks?" "Sure, whatever you want if that's what he wants. Whatever term you two agree on, I'll serve, just so long as it doesn't go beyond the term of our scheduled honeymoon. I must return to work on the eighteenth." Max said, "Let's make it two weeks, then." Bill said, "All right, but I'd like to watch." "Fine, just remember who she belongs to. If you want to fuck her, it'll cost you." "How much?" "Fifty short time; two-fifty all night. I don't give hubby discounts. Take it or leave it." "I'll take it. She's all yours until the morning of the seventeenth. We have a plane to catch at noon." "You'll get her back at the boarding gate, but you might want to have something decent for her to put on. I'm taking delivery of a whore, and I'll return a whore." "All right. Do we shake on it?" "No, I'm fucking on it, now shut up while I fuck this bitch." Bill shut up. Linda climaxed. The rest is one, long, sordid fuck story with a sad ending. Let's just say they lived happily ever after, just not with each other. 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