Message-ID: <34510asstr$1010347805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200201061227.HAA06667@sara.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Creampie Eater" Reply-To: "Creampie Eater" Priority: Normal MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id HAA06667 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2002 06:28:02 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Juror" (MFFM Bd voy nc?) by Creampie Eater Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2002 15:10:05 -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, gill-bates DISCLAIMER: This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you know it. Even so, caveat lector. NOTES: Check out my archive at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/creampie/www You should also check out my *FREE* Yahoo club, where we discuss our love of creampies and post stories: http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/CreampieStories As always, comments can be sent the old-fashioned way to CreampieStories@yahoo.com. I adore comments, good and bad, but rarely receive them. Why not send comments today to the authors you read on ASS and ASSM, including me? Note too that this story, like all my stories, is Copyright c 2001 by Creampie Eater. All Rights Reserved. No commercial posting is allowed. Please drop me a note asking permission to post on your personal web site. No modification whatsoever is allowed. Creampie Juror -------------- I couldn't help but look at my watch. Procedural wranglings were delaying the trial and making it more likely I would be back in court for yet another day. My boss was getting itchy about the time I was spending as a juror instead of being at work. Doing my patriotic duty was a pain in the ass! The plaintive and defendant sat across the aisle from each other, trading nasty looks. Well, as nasty as "pretty people" could be. The plaintive, Gwen Kinsey, was absolutely stunning. It looked like she had learned from that sordid estate trial of Anna Nicole Smith, and had tried to be as conservative as possible. Her dress was neat and conservative, her hair was kept in a perfect conservative french roll, her makeup was conservative, and her testimony had been as conservative as the subject had allowed. I even suspected she was wearing fake eyeglasses to appear more plain and proper, if not prudish. But there was no denying that she was a beautifully maintained woman, in the prime of life, and just plain gorgeous. The defendant, Scott Kinsey, was gorgeous in his own right. He was a hunk of a man beneath his hand-tailored suit, his shoulders broad without padding, his chest deep and tapering to his waist . His finely chiseled, aristocratic face had an intelligent, thoughtful look. His brown eyes were soulful when he looked at the jury box. His face was framed with a fine haircut, just long enough to make me suspect he had quite a joi de vie, and turning a delicate silver (not gray!) colour at his temples. The overall impression I got was a man who lived life fully, and enjoyed his wealth to the max. In short, he was the sort of man who kept my pussy in a constant state of moistness. Her testimony was carefully controlled. Scott had abused her trust, neglected her in her time of need, and had left her to depraved sex villains. A perfect night out, Christmas Eve, had become a horrible memory as she was taken to a dungeon by her husband, and then forced to submit to acts so heinous she couldn't even remember them. For this, she was seeking a summary divorce and three-quarters of their marital assets. Their marital assets amounted to a nearly-ten-digit sum. On cross-examination, she admitted that she and Scott had enjoyed a hedonistic lifestyle. She had done all sorts of things I couldn't imagine. "Isn't it true, Mrs. Kinsey, that you and your husband enjoyed 'golden showers'?" "Yes," she replied evenly. "Can you tell the court was a 'golden shower' is?" "It is where we pee on each other." But to me, the strangest admission was that she had asked him to set up an 'enslavement scene' just the week before. "But that was all fantasy talk, I swear!" she had said, beginning to cry. "Oh, Scott, didn't you know I was fantasizing out loud?!" Tears poured out of her pretty gray eyes. I felt awful for her, to be so misunderstood and thus abused. I had been initially smitten by the handsome Scott Kinsey; I was no more. Several more witnesses came forward, to describe the carnal nature of Mr. Kinsey. A maid, who said that Mr. Kinsey had offered her money to sleep with him. (On cross, she admitted that Mrs. Kinsey was also present, and had participated even more than he. But, stressed the plaintiff's attorney, it was his idea and Mrs. Kinsey had gone along to save their foundering marriage.) A videographer was called to testify that he had taped Mr. and Mrs. Kinsey engaging in sodomy, which was illegal in the state they had lived in at the time. (On cross, he testified that he too had sodomized Mrs. Kinsey, at her request after Mr. Kinsey got 'fucked out'.) A former policeman from another state was called to testify that he had caught Mr. Kinsey having sex with another man at a rest stop. (On cross, he recalled that in fact Mrs. Kinsey was having sex with the man's wife, and had sucked off the ex-policeman to keep him from arresting her husband.) It was exciting stuff. I went home last night to my husband after the plaintiff rested their case, and I fucked my surprised husband silly. We even skipped dinner, because I needed it bad. Listening to what amounted to sex stories all day filled me with lust, to my husband's delight. He finally begged me to stop, because I was unrelenting. I didn't tell him about my mental images of Scott with another man, and the beautiful Gwen paying off the policeman and the videographer. I couldn't, because I was a juror and I wasn't supposed to discuss the case outside the jury room. That made sex even more delicious for me. I looked forward to the day, ready to be excited again. I had worn a maxi-pad to absorb the juices I was sure to leak. Just seeing the two pretty people sitting there got me titillated. He was soooo handsome, and she was sexy enough to make me consider if I was bisexual. But the morning started out badly. The defense attorney had begun his defense by asking that a videotape be entered in as Defense Exhibit A. Immediately, the attorney for the plaintive objected because he hadn't been warned about the video. This started a procedural wrangling at the bench that threatened to last all morning. Finally, the judge ruled that the videotape would be allowed, and ordered that we recess until after lunch. At that time, we would watch the tape behind closed doors. Another delay; I fumed. After a crappy lunch at the courthouse cafeteria, we were ushered into the jury room. A large TV and videotape machine had been supplied. The judge instructed us to watch the video carefully, because it was genuine. He explained that the dungeon we had heard so much about was a commercial enterprise that kept videos of all 'scenes' for defensive purposes. With that, he instructed the bailiff to start the tape. The tape was a fisheye view of the 'dungeon'. It appeared that the dungeon was carefully constructed to resemble a medieval torture chamber, complete with flaming wall sconces and a large wooden rack used to stretch victims. Near the middle of the room, in the center of the video image, was something that looked like a long padded hospital gurney. It was slightly curved, like a trough, ostensibly so that the person lying on it wouldn't be inclined to roll off. At one end appeared to be a winch, with a cable attached to a pair of padded cuffs, perhaps for wrists. At the other appeared to be another pair of cuffs fixed to the gurney. I assumed they were for the ankles. I was able to take in the ambience and then I saw four people walk in. Two I recognized as Scott and Gwen Kinsey. They were impeccably dressed, as if coming from the opera or the ballet. The other two were another couple, dressed nicely as well. They were less attractive, but not ugly, and perhaps a bit older. I decided they were the owners of the dungeon. I immediately was surprised they hadn't been called as witnesses, when it would have been obvious that they should. I was also surprised at how clear the audio was; the dungeon owner had spent a lot of money to make sure the sound was good. The man, who I learned was named Clem, went about explaining how the dungeon was set up. He pointed out things I hadn't noticed or couldn't see, like the turnbuckles in the ceiling for use in hanging people. His wife, Raven I found out later, provided color commentary and did a bunch of whispering to Gwen Kinsey. After the tour, Gwen asked Clem if the gurney was comfortable. From the angle of the camera, I could see Clem glance at Scott, who nodded nearly imperceptibly. Clem then offered to let Gwen try it out. Given what I knew of the case, I felt a sickening feeling of impending doom. She was trapping herself! The man Clem casually snapped the cuffs attached to the winch to Gwen Kinsey's wrists. Then, he placed her ankles in the cuffs near the foot of the gurney, and snapped them shut. The click was loud, and made me shiver again. She was trapped, and I was watching, helpless. Clem cranked the winch, pulling her tight, making movement difficult at the least. "Wow, this is really restricting," Gwen said, sounding not at all scared. "What else do you do to people, to make them feel more trapped?" I found her interest curious, but I was now interested too. "We have a whiffle-ball gag," Raven said. From somewhere, she produced one. It was hard to see what it was on the video, but Raven explained it was a whiffle golfball with an elastic band through the middle. She offered to demonstrate it to Gwen, who said she wanted to see what it was like. Raven put the elastic band around Gwen's elegantly coifed head, and put the ball in her mouth. Gwen could breath normally, but she couldn't push the ball out of her mouth. It was settled firmly between her teeth, making it very hard for her to talk even if garbled sounds were possible. "And now, honey," Mr. Scott Kinsey said, moving to his wife, "I leave you to your Christmas present." He turned to leave, and I watched to see Gwen's face. Her eyes went wide as she realized she was trapped in a situation other than the one she had expected. "Scttt!" she managed, and he turned back. "Just enjoy it, darling," he smiled. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Treat her right," he told the dungeon-masters as he left the room. Gwen was panicked, but she wasn't struggling. "Relax, slut," Clem told her calmly. He stroked her cheek, and Gwen jerked her head away. "It won't hurt too bad, or leave any permanent marks," he smiled. "Honey? Let's get her clothes off." I watched, fascinated, when he and his wife Raven pulled out scissors and slowly cut off Gwen's clothes. It made sense to me, since they couldn't remove them normally without released her bonds. The nude Mrs. Kinsey was even lovelier than the clothed one. Her body was flawless, with large breasts, a narrow waist, and curvy hips. Leaning forward, I noted that she appeared to have no body hair and no tan lines. Her nipples were large, and pierced. I felt a rush of excitement looking at her, which troubled me. Clem and Raven seemed to appreciate Gwen's body as much as I did. They both leaned down and kissed her breasts, flicking tongues over the nipple rings. Raven kissed down after a minute, then slid her fingernails along Gwen's body and between her legs. "MMMmmm, she's very wet honey," Raven reported. She pulled her fingers out, and stuck them into her mouth erotically. "And, she tastes great." "Really?" Clem said, "I wonder if she likes this?" He slid his hand down, and felt Gwen's pussy. "You're right. She is soaking wet!" He spent a minute rubbing her pussy, and I saw Gwen react. Then he stuck three fingers into his mouth, and affirmed that Gwen did indeed taste good. "Let's get her a little more. available," he said with a smile. The next minutes were fascinating. Clem tied a rope around Gwen's knee, then freed her ankle. Holding it tight, he forced her to bend it fully so that Gwen's foot touched her thigh. Raven then wrapped her leg and thigh with green Christmasy Saran Wrap, so that her leg would remain bent. I knew I would never look at the sticky cling film the same way again, because it was very effective as a restraint. Clem ran the free end of the rope through the ankle cuff that was now unused, and tied it loosely. They turned their attention to the other leg, doing the same thing. When finished, they had Mrs. Kinsey leg's trapped so that it appeared she was kneeling upside down. It was very curious, because I could only imagine how open and vulnerable her pussy was. It got even more so. Clem moved to the end of the gurney, and reached out to grasp her nearly immobile legs. Raven went to the other end, to operate the winch. In an orchestrated way that made me believe this wasn't the first time they did it, Clem pulled Gwen Kinsey down while Raven let out more cable on the winch. Gwen remained stretched, but now her butt was on the end of the gurney. Clem then tightened the ropes around Gwen's knees, pulling them tighter through the cuffs. Gwen's legs were forced wide open, with her knees bent. Her vagina was completely open for abuse. or pleasure. I was surprised at the consideration that pleasure was going to be an object. I found that I was feeling rather flushed. If I were a willing participant, being in Gwen's place would be very exciting. If I were about to be raped, it would be a terrible spot indeed. Now I wondered, which viewpoint was Gwen using? To complete the restraining, Raven wrapped Gwen's torso with Saran Wrap. She went around the gurney then around Gwen, making her immobile. I couldn't imagine being in that position, completely at someone's mercy. I understood now why Mrs. Kinsey had brought her complaint. The strange thing is that she didn't seem too scared. In fact, her eyes reflected excitement. Odd. The next thirty minutes were hard to watch. All of us in the room began shifting in our seats, as Mrs. Kinsey was subjected to unrelenting attempts to bring her pleasure. Raven produced a silver 'bullet vibrator;' and massaged Gwen Kinsey's vagina. We could hear the loud buzzing as she worked over her clitoris, and then the sound deadened as the vibrator was inserted. Gwen was making deep sounds of lust, especially when Raven licked and sucked her clit with the vibrator buried deeply. Clem was busy with Gwen's upper half, whispering lewd comments we couldn't hear, frenching her ear, kissing her neck. He flicked his tongue over her hard ringed nipples, then began tugging at them. Finally, he rove two cords through the ceiling eyelet we couldn't see, fastening one end to each nipple ring with alligator clips. The other end he attached weights to, so that her nipples were continually pulled and her breasts formed fleshy cones. He took the bullet vibe from Raven, vibrating her nipples. Raven, deprived of the vibrator, busied herself with strapping on a dildo and beginning to fuck Gwen. Of course, she continually commented on how "the slut is so wet." From time to time, she pulled the dildo out and ran it over Gwen's clit, and we could see how slick it was. I was glad I thought about wearing the pad, because I was soaking wet myself! This scene went on for quite some time, and I believe Gwen orgasmed twice. It was hard for me to believe she even complained! She had two people ministering to her whose sole concern was giving her pleasure. I found myself sweating, wishing fervently that it were me. Then, the situation changed. Raven removed the dildo, at which point Gwen began muffled whimpering. Raven inserted the vibrator back into Gwen's slippery pussy, turned on low. Raven and Clem disrobed, and Raven sank to her knees and fellated Clem. Clem talked about how nice the blowjob was, while Gwen (and us) could only watch. Then Raven stood and leaned over Gwen as Clem ate her from behind. Raven was very active in describing how pleasurable it was, her dark hair flowing as she tossed her head from side to side. Gwen was undulating as best she could, increasingly needing release. I knew the feeling! If I could have touched myself, I would have. It was torture of another kind, having to sit there watching and unable to do anything. Everyone in the room was squirming now. If the judge and bailiff had left, I think an orgy would have broken out. Finally, the situation changed again. Clem stood and moved to the end of the table, removing the vibrator. We all held our breath as he prepared to enter Gwen. When he did, Gwen arched her head in pleasure, loving the feeling of a living prick inside. The table shook as Clem rammed himself home again and again. Raven, for her part, frenched Gwen's ears, whispering something we couldn't hear. Then she stood and got up on the gurney, and to my amazement began to slide her wet pussy over Gwen's face. I watched in shock as Gwen's face got shiny with Raven-juice. Raven appeared to greatly enjoy this. We could soon hear Gwen's muffled shouts, and all the action stopped. Raven plucked the ball out her mouth, concerned that they had gone too far. Again, I held my breath in anticipation of a breakthrough piece of evidence. "For God's sake, at least let me put my tongue in you!" Gwen said, her voice the very sound of desire. Smiling triumphantly, Raven pulled the ball gag off Gwen's head, then settled back down. We could all hear the sloppy wet sucking sounds that Gwen was making at Raven's pussy. It was a shocking display. Shocking and intensely erotic! Clem went back to fucking her, telling Gwen that he was gonna fill her "slut cunt full of cum." In a few minutes, he stiffened and did exactly that, as Gwen's voice weakly called out for him to keep cumming. He spent half a minute doing nothing but ejaculating into Gwen's eager hole. As far as I could tell, it was fully consensual. As he was finishing, Raven turned around and unhooked the clips from Gwen Kinsey's cone-shaped tits, letting them fall down to a natural roundness. When Clem pulled out, Raven moved into a lesbian 69. To my surprise, she was cleaning the cum from Mrs. Kinsey's pussy! Both women went crazy, moaning loudly as they nursed at each other's pussies. I found that I was licking my lips! A minute later, a nude Scott Kinsey came out. He was erect, and what an erection it was! I suspected he had been secretly watching the 'abuse' of his wife. He strode purposely to her pussy, and Raven spent a few seconds sucking him before he plowed into his wife's pussy. As few quick strokes, and he pulled out to feed his dirty cock to Raven. Raven eagerly cleaned his cum-coated pecker, and then he resumed fucking Gwen. This was repeated several times, until he warned her he was about to cum. Raven pushed his torso, pushing him out of his wife. She urged him to fuck her, and he moved to the other end of the gurney. A delicate position was formed, so that he was fucking Raven immediately over his wife's face. He didn't last long, but shot a nice load up Raven. When he pulled out, the cum poured out of Raven. She settled back onto Gwen's face, grinding her sloppy pussy all over. Gwen tried hard to suck the cum out, and we watched as Raven came from Gwen's efforts. Cum gushed out, which Gwen eagerly tried to capture. Gwen Kinsey got the last orgasm of the tape, as Clem and her husband used dildo and vibrator in her pussy and ass, respectively. Raven recovered enough to begin freeing Gwen. Instead of trying to escape, she accepted the pleasure more eagerly, humping at the toys inside her two holes. She literally screamed as she came, until Raven stuck her tongue in her mouth to silence her. My impression as they dressed and left was that Gwen had enjoyed it totally. She had cum three or four times. She had even thanked Clem and Raven as they walked out. It had seemed a perfect gift to me, seeing how she responded. My mind had been made up to vote for the defendant. Unfortunately, we were never given a chance to reach a verdict. After a much-needed break, during which I knew several of the female jurists went into the bathroom and masturbated behind the stall doors, the judge informed us that the case was being withdrawn by the plaintive. I was pissed now, as well as incredibly horny, at the wasted two days. The jury decided en masse to go to one of the pubs across from the courthouse. I think several of the jurists wanted to pair off for quickies. As we were drinking, the bailiff came into the bar. He sat next to me, and asked me if I thought watching the tape was payment or punishment. "A little of both," I smirked, reflecting on how wet I still was. I thought that I should go home and rape my husband again. "I know what you mean," he replied. "I don't know why I tried so hard to work this trial." "You wanted to work this trial?" I asked. He nodded. "Why?" I inquired. "Because this couple is notorious at the courthouse for this shit," he replied. "They bring suits all the time, alleging sexual misconduct and the like. Most times, they bring in videos of them having sex. It's like they get off on it, having innocent people forced to watch how sick they are." "Damn," I said, rising. "Heading home?" he asked. "Yeah," I smiled, "I'm feeling 'sick' myself." **** Comments appreciated to creampiestories@yahoo.com _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+