0 comments/ 16807 views/ 0 favorites IdeaCity Ch. 01 By: Leftbower Part 1: Ann Rohmer, Hot Property Author’s note: I have made some revisions based on comments from my readers. Thanks to all who have commented. My name is Jack Hart and I never thought that I would ever post about my sexual escapades on the Internet. In June 2002, I was in Toronto to attend the annual IdeaCity conference. IdeaCity is a chance for experts in many fields to get together and exchange information and socialize. My specialty is Artificial Intelligence systems. The conference was held at the University of Toronto and there were many interesting discussions and symposiums. I always enjoy my trips to Toronto, as there are many attractive women there. While the conference might sound very dry and boring, the organizers always plan lots of social events. One night while attending a party at a downtown bar, I happened to mention that the local television station, CITY-TV, certainly seemed to employ a large number of beautiful women as on-air personalities. I had watched the station on the television at my hotel and since it was a sponsor for the event, the station was always on display at conference events. This attracted the attention of one of the hosts, a short, balding man who was talking with some of the other guests. “Hello, I’m Moses Znaimer, the president of CITY-TV.” he said cheerfully. “I heard you commenting about some of my staff.” “Yes”, I said. “You’ve got a lot of very good-looking women working there. It is almost like a harem for mature women. Any chance I could meet some of them?” Passing me a small, engraved card, he told me, “Be at this address at 9 PM tonight, Mr. Hart, I’m throwing a special party for selected IdeaCity guests and CITY-TV staff.” At nine-o’clock, I walked over to the address on the card. It was a health club and a sign in the window announced “Closed for a private party.” Showing the card to security guard at the entrance, he opened the door and said, “Have a good evening, Sir.” In lobby, a pair of beautiful women in white robes gave me a similar white robe and key. They then directed me to the changing room, where I showered, changed into the robe and put my street clothes in my assigned locker. Moses met me at the entrance to the main area of the club. “Glad to see that you could make it, come with me.” In my bare feet, I followed him to a small exercise room, containing a padded chair with a “V” at the front and a piece of equipment that looked vaguely like a rowing machine except that it was pivoted in the middle and had stirrups. I was about to ask him where the ladies were, when three women in white hooded robes entered, accompanying a short blonde woman wearing a scoop necked, bright pink leotard and white tights. The woman was in her mid-forties, with a cute face, bright red lips and short pixie style haircut. The low-cut garment revealed two full and firm breasts, with her hard nipples clearly outlined through the fabric. A matching pink choker was around her neck. The tights failed to hide her powerful thighs and muscular legs. The attendants led her over to the exercise equipment and placed her, face up, on the padded bench. Her bare feet were placed in stirrups at the far end. A wide black leather strap was fastened around the blonde, just below her breasts. This had the effect of pushing them up further, exposing even more creamy cleavage. “This is Ann Rohmer, one of my most valuable employees. She is one of the best fellatrixes I’ve ever experienced. The apparatus she is on allows her complete control over the act of oral sex. All you have to do to sit over there and she will take good care of you. Give him three of your best, Ann.” With that, Moses and the attendants left the room. I walked over the padded chair; sat down, and flipped open my robe and spread my legs. Looking down past my now turgid penis, I could see Ann’s face with an eager expression and a smile exposing her white teeth. She pushed with her legs, and the bench slid down so she was right below my balls. She tilted her head back, the apparatus tilted up and the tip of my penis was brushing her lips. Softly, she brushed the head with her lips, creating a very erotic sensation. I reacted to the tactile contact by getting even harder, the purple tip slipping in between her bright red lips. She delicately gripped the head of my cock with her teeth and swirled the tip of her tongue over the sensitive glens. Seconds became minutes as she worked on the corona and then fluttered over the exit of the urethra. Finally, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and with a groan started to ejaculate. The moment she sensed me coming Ann pushed forward and sucked more of my penis into her mouth. I could see her red lips clamped tightly around the shaft and not a drop escaped as I shot my semen into her moist, warm waiting mouth. It seemed that she was quivering as I came, moaning slightly with each spurt. Ann continued to suckle my now softened penis with her mouth. I could feel a couple of gulps as she swallowed the load. Then she started to clean my dick with her tongue, swirling around the glans and running up and down my shaft. These actions combined with the warm tightness of her mouth soon brought me back to a full erection. Ann then started to slide the bench back and forth, pulling her lips from about halfway down the shaft to almost the tip. Using her tongue expertly, massaging the shaft and then the glans, she plunged back and forth. Soon, I felt another eruption starting, this one from the very bottom of my balls. As soon as she sensed the coming flood, she sucked the head of my penis right to the very back of her mouth. I could feel the tip brushing her throat as I shot another load of semen down her throat. This time, she shook even harder and the muffled moaning was louder. Once again, she held my penis in her mouth and washed it with her tongue. The combination of her velvety tongue and the gentle suction soon caused my dick to twitch back to life. Tilting her head back, she pushed her lips all of the way down my shaft. Half my penis was now down her throat. Then she started to hum. The vibration from her throat soon got me back to full hardness. At that time, she pulled back, about halfway up the shaft and then down again. At end of each stroke, she would inhale and then continue humming. This continued for what seemed to be the longest five minutes of my life. She was going to and fro so forcefully, that one of her boobs popped out of the top. It was a surprisingly round breast, topped with a dark, turgid nipple and scarcely jiggled as she continued the back and forth motion. I finally came again, producing just a small driblet that Ann quickly swallowed. Strangely, this small amount of cum caused her to orgasm strongly and nearly scream with pleasure. After the customary cleaning of my penis, Ann slid the bench back, popping my penis out of her mouth and tucked her breast back into her top. Her leotard was sweaty and I could see that the crotch was soaked through. “Wow!” I said. “You’re welcome.” she said weakly. After a moment to recover from what was possibly the greatest blowjob (or three) of my life, I stood up, fastened my robe and left the room. Out in the hall, a line of men waited their turn with Ann. Moses introduced me to the men, who were all real estate salesmen. “How was it?” Moses asked. “Fantastic!” I replied. “How did she get to be such an expert?” “Oh, I can’t take credit for all of it.” Moses stated. “She has a very strict, military father. And she worked as a stewardess back in the Seventies and then as an aerobics instructor. The apparatus was her idea. It allows her to control every facet for the perfect blowjob. ” Next Chapter: A Valentyne gets a Hart on. IdeaCity Ch. 02 Author's note: This is another part in the continuing adventures of Jack Hart. While attending the IdeaCity conference in Toronto during June 2002, he was invited by Moses Znaimer, one of the organizers, to attend a special party for conference guests and the employees of his television station, CITY-TV. Jack's first encounter was with the blonde cougar, Ann Rohmer, who gave him three fantastic blowjobs. While his next encounter will be with the voluptuous Jennifer Valentyne, he (and I) realize that he will require a little time to recover from Ms. Rohmer. Hence this little interlude: Interlude 1: Moses led me down a corridor towards a small theatre. We stopped at a bar and grabbed some drinks. He indicated that I should take a seat and enjoy the show. "I'll be back for you after you've had a chance to recover." he stated, leaving me with a few other white robe clad men and women. The area in front of seats looked like an office, with bookcases, a desk and a padded leather bench in front. There was a red apple on the desk with a ruler and some papers. The room was equipped with large TV monitors and three cameras gave a view from different angles of the desk and bench. The door opened, and middle-aged man with dark hair rolled in on a wheelchair. A caption on the monitor identified him as David Onley. He moved behind the desk and shuffled through the papers. After a minute, he called out "Enter!" and a woman entered. She was Asian, about 25, and dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl: white blouse, red tie, blue plaid kilt, white knee socks, black shoes. The monitor identified her as Jee-Yun Lee. From where I was sitting, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, as her dark nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her blouse. The skirt was far shorter than the usual for a school uniform, showing her thighs as she walked into the room. "Take a seat, Miss Lee." the man commanded. The woman complied, swishing her skirt as she sat on the bench. "Miss Lee, you've been sent to this office because your outfit doesn't conform with this school's dress code. I note this is the third time this term that you've been sent here for correction on this issue. I will repeat the dress code requirements for your edification.", he droned. "First, all students must wear the appropriate underwear. It is plain to see that you are not wearing anything under your blouse, contrary to that rule." Jee-Yun pulled off her tie, and shucked off her blouse, revealing two small A-cup sized breasts with hard, dark nipples. "Do these look like I need to wear a bra, Principal Onley?" she teased, cupping them with her hands. "Rules are rules, young lady. Now your skirt appears to be too short. The rules state that the hem must be less than 4 inches above the knees when measured from a kneeling position. Get up on that bench and I'll check." The woman clambered up on the bench, kneeling and facing the desk. Principal Onley picked up the ruler and wheeled out from behind the desk. Stopping next to the bench, he held the ruler vertically from the bench, measuring the distance to the bottom of the skirt. "Hmm., 8 inches. That also doesn't meet the code." Then he used the ruler to flip up her kilt, which revealed black thong underwear. "And that's not according to the dress code either! What are we going to do with you, Miss Lee?" he continued. "Don't expel me, Principal Onley! My parents will kill me if I get expelled!" the Asian student pleaded. "Well, there is always the option of corporal punishment, I suppose." Intoned Principal Onley. "That would be a bit unusual, but I guess we could accept that." "Ok," the pretty student conceded. With that, the principal forced the topless girl onto the bench. As her head reached the leather surface of the bench, her skirt naturally flopped down her hips, exposing a cute butt. One of the cameras focused on her face, turned to the right as she lay on the bench. When he pulled the thong down her thighs, she started to struggle, "Hey, what are you doing you pervert!" she cried. "School regulations require that all corporal punishment be applied directly to the bare buttocks." Onley stated. Grasping the ruler firmly in his right hand, he struck he firmly across the ass. The sound was like a shot in the quiet theatre. "Hey, you bastard, that really hurt!" Jee-Yun exclaimed. "Stop it." As her right hand reached back to try and stop the blows, the Principal grabbed her discarded tie and used it to fasten her wrists behind her back. As he continued to smack her ass with the wooden ruler, she started to howl. He took the apple from his desk, and giving her behind a mighty whack, quickly rammed it into her open mouth, muffling her cries. "Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven ..." he measured, "and there's twelve." The student was crying on the bench as the Principal put the ruler away. We could clearly hear her sobbing and see the tears welling in her eyes. He moved to the end of the bench and examined the red welts on her posterior. "These don't look too bad. " he commented. Gingerly, he touched the angriest looking welt. Jee-Yun flinched. "Sore, eh? He said. Pushing her knees apart, her lowered her down with legs on either side on the bench until she rested flat. A camera zoomed in so we could see that the lips to her vagina were wet and slightly pouting. "Maybe a little of this natural lotion would help. " he continued. Putting the index finger of his finger up into the moist pink slit, he moved it around, collecting her secretions. Jee-Yun moaned a little at this digital intrusion. Pulling his finger out, David proceeded to smear the juice over her mottled ass. "Ah, that seems to seems help." he continued. And he continued to work his finger up her slit and applying the fluid to her butt. After a minute or two, he started to use two fingers, painting the liquid in broad strokes. Jee-Yun started to moan repeated as he pumped his fingers in and out and finally she shook and let out a sound of pleasure. The camera on her face showed that her skin was flushed. Quickly, David wheeled so that his chair was facing the girl's head. The monitor switched to an overhead view as he unzipped his fly and pulled out an impressive erection. Popping the apple from Jee-Yun's mouth, he slid his dick between her lips. Pulling her head towards him with his right hand, he commanded, "Suck me, bitch1" She tried to pull her head away, but the pressure from his arm kept forcing her back, thrusting his dick into her mouth. Eventually the action was enough to make David come, with a groan. The camera zoomed in so we could see a trickle of semen escape her lips. After a minute, the lights came up and the small audience started to applaud. Jee-Yun sat up and wiped her mouth with a hand. David zipped himself up and rotated his chair so he was facing the crowd. They both acknowledged the applause, and after Jee-Yun sat in lap, David wheeled out of the room. Moses came back and asked, "Ready for another go?" I nodded assent and pulling my robe closed, got up and followed him out. Part Three: A Valentyne and a Hart make 2 gallons. IdeaCity Ch. 03 IdeaCity Pt. 3 Jennifer Valentyne: Express Yourself Author’s note: This is another part in the continuing adventures of Jack Hart. While attending the IdeaCity conference in Toronto during June 2002, he was invited by Moses Znaimer, one of the organizers, to attend a special party for conference guests and the employees of his television station, CITY-TV. Jack’s first encounter was with the red-hot, Ann Rohmer, who gave him three mind-blowing blowjobs. Before his next encounter with the sexy Jennifer Valentyne, he had a chance to recover while watching a naughty schoolgirl skit performed by David Onley and Jee-Yun Lee. Now, led on by the gnomish Moses Znaimer, he heads to his next assignation. As Moses lead me down the hallway, I asked him “What was all that about?” “What do mean?” he replied. “Those two people, that little play-acting session I just witnessed” “Oh, some of my employees don’t like having sex with strangers, so they put on these erotic vignettes. I hope you enjoyed It.,” he continued. “Well, it was interesting. Who were those people anyway?” I went on. “David is one my reporters. He has the technology beat. And Jee-Yun is my new consumer affairs reporter. I think she going to be really hot.” Moses added. “And why the wheelchair? That seemed a bit out of place.” “That is real. David has polio and needs it to get around.” he explained. “Oh.” I exclaimed. “So what is next in this sexual smorgasbord of yours?” Moses leaned over and said “Jennifer Valentyne. Perhaps the most voluptuous employee working here. In her thirties, curvy and very eager to please. Used to be a cheerleader before she started to work here, She’s had two children and she’s still one of the hottest woman working at CITY.” “I think I’ve seen her already. Isn’t she one of the reporters on the early morning show?” I said. I had seen this show while getting ready in morning and if it was the same woman I had seen doing a field report, she was a real looker. “That’s right. She does the LiveEye reports every morning, “ he replied. We came to another room; this one had what looked like a weight-lifting bench with some extra bars and handles. There was one of white robed attendants, who directed me to remove my robe and lie on my back on the bench. I hung up my robe and placed myself as directed, head towards the bars. The attendant slipped a condom on my erect penis and then put a dollop of jelly on the tip. Jennifer Valentyne entered the room, wearing a white robe. When she took it off she revealed that all she was wearing underneath it was a pink satin corset, which left her naked below the waist and exposed her darker pubic hair. I noticed when she turned around and put her arms over her head that the sides of her breasts were visible even when she was facing away. She had cute, oval face, and honey blonde hair that reached her shoulders. The attendant fastened a set of leather cuffs to Jennifer’s raised wrists. As she came towards the bench, I could she that her nipples were hard and pointed. The attendant had Jennifer squat over my erection with her knees outside my legs. As her crotch came down, the attendant placed my penis so that the tip entered the spread lips of her vagina. Then she fastened Jennifer’s cuffs to the bar over my head, forcing the blonde to bend over at the waist. She was shorter than me, so her top of head came to my chin. Then her hips were pushed down so my prick fully impaled her. Further straps around her legs fastened her in place. Jennifer smelt like baby powder, I thought. Moses said, “Now you can find out why her nickname around her is ‘Two Gallons’.” Then he and the attendant left the room. I attempted to move my penis around inside Jennifer’s vagina, but there wasn’t any movement possible due to the way she was fastened. Despite having had two children, her cunt was still very tight; I could feel her heat even through the condom. “I’m not sure how we’re supposed to proceed from here.” I told her. “I can’t seem to thrust in or out.” “You’ve got to milk my breasts. They’re so full, they hurt.” She said perkily. I reached up with my right hand and touched her left breast. It was silky smooth but seemed a little hard. Almost like an over-inflated balloon, I thought. Finding the nipple, I rubbed it with my thumb. She started to squirm and said “No, you’ve got to milk them harder!” I grasped the breast with firmer grip and pushed the flesh towards her chest. I pulled it back out and this time when I pushed it in, I was rewarded with a gush of liquid from the nipple. “Yes, that’s it.” She moaned. So, I continued with milking action. Then I noticed that as I was milking her, she was milking me! The walls of her vagina were contracting, rippling and squeezing my captive penis; Her pubic mound was rubbing against the base of my penis as she twisted slightly. She was getting very vocal as well, almost singing with delight. I brought my left hand up and started to work on her left breast. Soon, both breasts were spurting milk. It shot from her nipples and dribbled down my stomach. The action of her vaginal muscles intensified, working on my prick almost like a hand job. She seemed to be in a constant orgasm, grinding her clitoris against the base of my cock. I continued to pump her breasts which had now softened and felt more natural. She started to kiss my chest and the singing had become continual cries of joy. The motions of her pussy muscles on my prick had nearly brought me to a climax. Since my hands were starting to cramp, I switched my milking method. Forming my fingers and thumb into a ‘C’-shape, I gripped each breast tightly and squeezed. This produced further jets of milk and caused Jennifer to squeeze my cock tightly. This, coupled with her frantic jerking up and down, caused me to ejaculate, safely contained by the condom. Jennifer kept having mini-climaxes grinding her clit against me. She started to kiss my nipples softly. Feeling the flow of milk subside, I used to my thumbs to massage her wet nipples. Stroking the ball of my thumb around the aureole, I could feel that the nipples were still turgid and very sensitive. She reacted to this attention by having a strong orgasm and biting my chest. Now, I gripped her nipples between my thumb and index finger, pulling them to either side of my stomach and then just pumping up and down like there were the teats of a cow. This caused a few more jets of milk to be expressed. Jennifer started to cry and I could feel her tears against my body. Now that my erection had subsided, I was able to slide my penis out of her juicy cunt. Wiggling my body downwards, I was able to get our heads together. “Why are you crying?” I asked. “My milk, its all over the place.” She answered. “There’s no use crying over split milk.” I responded. She stretched her face down to mine and started to kiss my lips, tenderly at first and then passionately. We necked for a few minutes and then I inched my way down so I could reach her nipples. I started to suckle on the left nipple, getting a few drops of milk and causing Jennifer to come, loudly. I switched my attention to the other nipple and after a short period of nursing drawing yet another orgasm from her. We stayed in this position for a few more minutes, exhausted and spent. Two attendants came and unhooked Jennifer, one of them putting Jen’s back on and leading her out of the room, The other sponged the milk from my chest, disposed of the used condom and washed the sticky residue from my limp cock. I got up and put my robe on. As I was leaving the room, Moses showed with a gleam in his eyes. “Ready for more?” he asked. “Not tonight!” I replied wearily. “I just want to go back to my hotel and get a good night’s rest.” “I understand.” He stated. “Time spent with Jennifer can be a draining experience. If you’re up for another session tomorrow, we’re having an alumni reunion. I’m sure the ladies will be pleased to please you.” I said my goodbyes and took a cab back to my hotel. I wondered what the next day would bring. Coming soon: IdeaCity Part 04: Erica Ehm; Hat Trick Postscript: While this method of posting doesn't allow the posting of picturres, any search engine should be able to find pictures of Ann Rohmer, Jee-Yun Lee and Jennifer Valentyne for you to enjoy while reading these stories. IdeaCity Ch. 04 Pt. 4 Erica Ehm, Hat Trick Author's note: This is another part in the continuing adventures of Jack Hart. While attending the IdeaCity conference in Toronto during June 2002, he was invited by Moses Znaimer, one of the organizers, to attend a special party for conference guests and the employees of his television station, CITY-TV. Jack's first encounter was with the accomplished fellatrice, Ann Rohmer, who gave him three mind-blowing blowjobs. After watching a sexy skit involving David Onley and Jee-Yun Lee, Jack had a productive session with ever-scrumptious Jennifer Valentyne. Having had enough for one night, he was invited back the next day for ‘Alumni Night'. The next day, I was distracted during the events at IdeaCity. It seemed difficult to believe that I'd had sex with a couple of CITY-TV personalities and watched an X-rated performance by two others. During the breaks, I'd gone to the common areas and watched the station. There were other attractive women who appeared on CITY and CP24, the cable news service. I could barely wait for the conference to end that the day so I could return to the party. Finally, at 7 PM, I showed up at the health club. The burly guard at the door waved me in after seeing the card that Moses had given me. In the lobby, I looked for the little man, but he was nowhere to be seen. After a minute, a scruffy looking man came over. "Are you Jack Hart?" he asked. "Why yes, I am" I replied. "Moses can't meet you tonight. He had to go to Columbus on business. I'm Steve and I'll be your guide," he continued. "Ok, so whom will I be partying with tonight?" I asked. "Well, I see you're supposed to be with Erica and then after a break, Angela." Steve responded. These were names I with which I wasn't familiar. I hadn't seen either of them on the shows I'd watched. "Erica? Angela?" I queried. "Oh, Erica Ehm and Angela Dohrman. They used to work here for MuchMusic and they've been invited to come back. This is the thirtieth anniversary of the first one of these get-togethers." And so, we entered the complex. Steve led me to room similar to the one where I'd encountered Ann and Jennifer. This one had a normal looking bed with a black pad, some towels and no attendants. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. I was hoping to get some answers from this Erica. Soon, the door creaked open and a brunette wearing the standard white robe entered. "Erica?" I queried. "None other." She responded, dropping the robe to the floor, revealing a low-cut bustier, miniskirt and knee-high boots, all in black leather. The skirt was so short that her thighs were visible. She struck a pose, thrusting out her shapely breasts and giving me a coquettish look. "You like what you see?" she asked. "You tell me." I replied, flipping open my robe to show my dick saluting her. "Nice. Good size, not too large, circumcised and just a little bend. No wonder Ann and Jennifer were singing your praises earlier." Erica replied. "Thanks. And before we get started, I have some questions that I'd like answered." I responded. "Shoot." She said. "Ok. Why are the employees of TV station willing to have sex at the bidding of their employer? I would expect that in these day and age, if the boss asked his employees to fuck people at a company function, he would be hauled into court. And why does Ms. Rohmer have such big boobs and that odd method for fellatio and why does Jennifer need to be milked and why does that make her come? " I asked. "Well, did you ever think that maybe we like having sex at these parties? We're mature, liberated women and if we want to have casual sex with strangers, isn't that our right? I can't speak for the others, but I love my husband very much. He's a good man but he's only interested in vanilla sex. These parties are a chance for me to have a little fun without any commitment. Ann used to have regular sex at these parties; in fact I think she holds the record for pulling the longest train. But a few years ago she was bitten on the leg by a tiger…" "A tiger? " I interjected. "It was during a spot when she was hosting Breakfast Television. They had a tiger on the show and it bit her." Erica explained. "…anyway since then, due to the scars, she hasn't wanted to show her legs. She had those breast implants and started doing oral sex instead, but didn't like men grabbing her hair and fucking her mouth. So, with that equipment, she can control the action and not get cum on her face." Erica replied. "After her first pregnancy, Jennifer discovered that she has a pituitary condition that causes excessive prolactin production. That hormone affects milk production and causes her to produce up to eight liters of breast milk a day. Even the sage advice of her doctor was unable to reduce the volume. Luckily for her, she discovered that nursing or being milked caused strong vaginal contractions and resulted in nearly continual orgasms. So, now after her second child, she found that she enjoys the sensation so much that she's still breastfeeding." Erica continued. "And I'll point out that these parties are part of the reasons for the success of CITY-TV and the associated stations have done so well over the last thirty years. When I worked here, I didn't mind doing this because it helped us all. I don't mind admitting that my talents brought us considerable media attention and attracting some big stars to the station. Some of the new girls, like that snooty Liza Fromer won't even show a nipple to raise their ratings." she finished. "Ok, so what are we going to do now? " I asked. "You're going be another recipient of the famous Erica Hat Trick." She said, going over the bed, lying down and loosening the ties of the bustier so that her full, ivory breasts popped out. They were tipped with hard, bright pink nipples. "Are those natural?" I asked. "They sure are." was her reply. She motioned me over to the bed and told me to straddle her stomach. Grasping my erection, she slid it in between her boobs, pushing her breasts together; she started to fuck my cock with them. Looking down, I could see she was smiling broadly as she moved her boobs up back and forth along my penis. Her thumbs were working the nipples as she squeezed me in her cleavage. The sensation was heavenly. Her warm flesh was satiny smooth and combined with the friction from her cleavage quickly brought me to a climax. My cum splattered over her neck and face as she continued to pump me with her boobs. After a few more spurts, she stopped. Grabbing one of towels, she wiped the semen away. "Well, that was the first one." She announced. Reaching down, I touched one of her nipples. As I'd suspected, the pink color was due to some sort of cosmetic. "Why the pink nipples?" I asked. "Oh, pink is a flag color for this event. All of women willing to participate in sexual activities here will be sporting this shade of pink. If you regularly watch the station, you'll notice that we have certain flags that indicate when we're available for sex. For example, Ann Rohmer wears something around her neck when she's willing to perform oral sex. Jennifer has to wear a nursing bra and thick pullover when she's lactating so you can't see her nipples. I used to wear black outfits when I was available for sex. The others have different signals like showing their bra straps or not showing their legs. Part of the fun is trying to figure what each person uses as an availability signal." She responded. "Enough questions." She stated, "Time for round two. Get off of me." I got off the bed. Erica popped her boobs back into bustier and slid off the bed. "Ok, now sit on the edge." She commanded. I sat on the edge of the bed. She knelt in front of me and pushed my legs apart. Grasping my cock, she gave it a couple of pumps. Obediently, it started to rise and pointed towards her lips. She pursed her lips and started to blow on the head. My dick twitched and became even harder. She popped the head between her lips. While her tongue swirled around the tip, her grip shifted so that her index finger and thumb tried to form a ring around my shaft. Continuing to work the head, she started stroke my shaft with her fingers. This went on for about 45 seconds, and then she plunged her lips about halfway down, slathering the skin with saliva. Commencing a regular in and out pumping motion, Erica worked her tongue vigorously around the head of my cock. She pushed down until her lips reached her fingers and then back up until the tip nearly escaped her taut lips. She kept up the action until I could feel myself start to come. Just then, she tightened her grip around the base of my penis and stopped moving her head. The tension that had been building in my balls ceased. Erica waited a few more seconds and started work her mouth around my cock. Plunging even further down the shaft, so I felt the tip reach her throat and then pulling back, nearly to end. I was looking down at this fellatial marvel, seeing her lips stretching out around the thicker back of my penis and then contracting to maintain a tight seal on the upstroke. Every so often, she would glance up at me, as if gauge my reaction and then focus back on my cock. Once again, I sense my ejaculation was close, this time so strong my toes were starting to curl. Uncannily, she reacted to the coming explosion by tightly pinching the base and halting her sucking motion. Once again, I could feel the sperm backing up in my testes. Fearing that a permanent injury might result from this cock teasing, I asked, "You are going to let come, aren't you?" Pulling back, so that her mouth was empty, Erica replied "This, you see is the difference between quantity and quality. Ann might go for quantity, but I'm out to give you a blowjob you'll remember for years. With that, she went back to work, pumping her head up and down. Increasing the suction, she was getting the tip down her throat and the contact between the glans and her tongue, cheeks and lips was exquisite. She picked up the speed and finally, I came. She had pulled back, releasing my cock from her lips as the jism sprayed over her face. "Ahh, I've missed that!" Erica sighed. Grabbing another towel she scrubbed the sticky mess from her face and neck. "And that's two. Now the next one will be a little more difficult." She added. "Difficult?" I thought. After that last orgasm, I was thinking about taking a little nap. Erica stood up and smoothed down her skirt, replied, "It isn't a genuine Erica Ehm Hat Trick unless you come three times. The third one is always the most difficult to achieve, but everyone always says it is the most intense." Intense? Any more intense and I'd be completely boneless. "So, what is it this time? Your pussy?" I asked, reaching for the hem of her skirt. She slapped my away, saying "No, that's reserved for my husband. I don't think you'll be disappointed by the alternative." Thinking to myself, "She can't possibly mean anal sex, could she?" Taking a clean towel, she dried off my limp, dangling prick. Even the soft nap of the towel and her gentle ministrations didn't cause an erection. "Looks like we're going to have to wait for a while, "she commented, "So where are you from, Mr. Hart?" "Topeka." I answered. "Given the circumstances, you should call me Jack." "Well, you're not in Kansas anymore, Jack." She observed. She had dropped the towel and was massaging my penis with her hand. To my surprise, I started to get another erection. Three cheers for clean living! Erica let go of my prick. "Ok, I want you to face the bed, bend over and spread your legs." She commanded. Warily, I complied. Erica squatted behind me and resumed her grip on my penis. She stroked me up and down, gradually restoring me to semi-hardness. Continuing the stroking, she tilted her head back and started to kiss my balls. First one then the other, gentle kisses at first and then tonguing the crinkled skin on each sack. This went on for a while and then she sucked one of my balls into her mouth, laving it with her mouth. This, combined with her delicate touch on my shaft, got me a little harder. "I see signs of life." Erica cracked. Shifting the grip on my dick to her left hand, she stopped working on my balls. "Ok, here's where it gets interesting." She took her index finger and thrust it up my asshole. Squirming it around inside, she quickly found my prostate gland and with a few experienced rubs, forced another orgasm. My knees buckled, and I think I saw stars. "And that, Kansas, is the famous Erica Ehm hat trick." She gloated. I collapsed on the bed. Erica dropped a towel on the floor and using her foot mopped the residue of my spunk. Slipping her robe back on, she headed to the door. Stooping, she turned to me and said "I see you're supposed to be partying with Angela later tonight. If she shows up, remember these two things: She thinks she's an actress and she likes it rough, very rough." With that, she left the room. I lay on the bed until I felt strong enough to get up. Coming up in IdeaCity Pt. 5 Monika Deol, Three Ring Electric Circus IdeaCity Ch. 06 Author's note: This is another part in the continuing adventures of Jack Hart. While attending the IdeaCity conference in Toronto during June 2002, he was invited by Moses Znaimer, one of the organizers, to attend a of series special parties for conference guests and the employees of his television station, CITY-TV. Jack's first encounter was with the diminutive fellatrice, Ann Rohmer, who gave him three mind-blowing blowjobs. After watching a sexy skit involving David Onley and Jee-Yun Lee, Jack had a productive session with ever-scrumptious Jennifer Valentyne. The next day he returned for what was billed as 'Alumni Night' and became a recipient of the famous Erica Ehm Hat Trick. Following that he was a spectator to the infamous IdeaCity wankoff, with Ziggy Lorenc competing against Sook-Yin Lee with Monika Deol as the judge. Unfortunately, the details of this masturbation masterpiece were too perverse even for the Internet, so we now proceed to Chapter 6. * As Jack Hart followed his guide Steve away from the auditorium, he could still hear the sounds of Monika Deol coming to climax again and again. "Steve, where are we going now?" Jack asked. "You're going to love the next one. Angela Dohrman. She had quite a successful career after she left MuchMusic. You may have seen her in 'Seinfeld', 'Drew Carey', 'Nash Bridges' or even 'Voyager'. She doesn't make it to many of these events, so it is real treat for us when does." Jack didn't recognize the name but he was willing to believe what Steve was telling him. There certainly were a number of talented ladies in what he had come to consider as Znaimer's little harem. Steve continued, "You got remember that Angela is a talented actress. She likes to pretend that she doesn't like what's happening, but she does. So don't believe her when seems to struggle. She really loves it. Oh, yeah, afterwards she likes to clean your dick with her mouth. Don't disappoint her." They approached the room. Entering, Jack found the usual silent attendant, who gestured for him to undo his robe. She then washed his cock and balls, sliding his penis into a black rubber sheath. The device had a series of nubs and fingers on the outside and had a strap that fastened behind his balls. It looked like Darth Vader's French tickler, Jack thought. ********************* Angela awoke to find herself fastened down. Standing on her feet, she was bent, at the waist, parallel to the floor. Her arms were fastened behind her back, her head was stuck through the padded aperture of a stock and an O-ring forced her lips into a tight circle. Between them a rubber ball silenced her moans. Two large prongs filled her anus and vagina. "That damn Moses!" she thought. She hadn't honored her personal services contract in a few years. This morning, Moses and his goons had shown up at her place in Columbus and brought her back to Toronto. She was trapped in this padded butt-fucking machine. Again! If she ever got her hands on that pencil-necked geek, she'd rip out the rest his hair. Just then the door opened... ********************** Jack entered the room and saw the slim blonde, her neck imprisoned in the bondage device and a bright red ball between her likewise coloured lips. Her eyes seem to please with him as walked up to her. Circling the bound woman, he could see the split globe of her firm ass with the two plugs protruding from the orifices. With her head securely fastened and her arms bound behind back, the modest cones of her breasts hung below her; tipped with soft, pink nipples. Reaching down, he fondled the breasts, stroking and rubbing them until the nipples hardened and darkened. Angela started to squirm under his tender ministrations and gentle groan escaped past the scarlet ball. Moving behind her, Jack started to stroke the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Her attempt to clench her legs together, which only succeeded in capturing his questing fingers for a short time. Cupping the curves of her buttocks, he kneaded and squeezed the smooth, pale flesh. With his rubber-clad penis waving about like an obscene codpiece, Jack grasped the ring at the end of the butt plug and pulled. Slowly, the greased shaft exited her anal canal. The grooves and indentations stimulated the actress' sphincter, which stretched and contracted over each ridge and valley. Angela quivered as the stimulation of her butt hole created an erotic sensation. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment as she realized that, even after all these years, she still found anal sex exciting. The size of the plug amazed Jack. A full foot long and three inches across, it seemed that it should have split the slender blonde in two. Jack positioned himself behind the struggling woman. Directing the tip of his penis sheath into the greased, puckered roseate, he thrust forward. Angela bucked as the black sheath entered her rectum. The little fingers and nubs excited the sensitive nerve endings in her anus. Jack continued to force his way into her, stopping from time to time until the squirming stopped. As he reached the halfway point, he could feel a vibration. The dildo in her pussy had come to life. Between the pulsation from the dildo and stimulus from Jack's cock, Angela was building up to a climax. Jack pushed forward again so that the base of his penis was pressed up against the flesh on either side of her cleft. The vibrations had intensified to the point where he could feel them even through the thick material of the sheath. He began to pump in and out, just fraction of an inch at a time. The rubbery fingers and nubs massaged Angela's distended sphincter. Coupled with the powerful action of the vibration, this was enough to drive Angela over the edge. She came. This caused the muscles in her anal canal to squeeze the intruding shaft, increasing the stimulation ten-fold. She came again, hard. These convulsions combined with her obvious signs of ecstasy caused Jack to start pumping in and out, slowly at first but then harder and faster. The friction on Jack's cock quickly caused him to ejaculate, filling the sheath with sticky cum. Angela came for a third time, her body tensing like a bowstring and then going limp as she fainted from pleasure. Jack slumped against her, his penis still impaling the blonde actress. After resting a few minutes, he pulled out from her asshole, the black rubber still glistening with lubrication. Reaching behind his testicles, he undid the strap that held the sheath in place. Sliding his penis out of the slimy tube, he tossed the used condom into a nearby waste receptacle. Remembering Steve's request, he moved over to the head of the unconscious blonde. Prying the red rubber ball from between her crimson lips, he slipped his semi-erect cock into her warm mouth. Even out cold, Angela's natural instinct was to suckle the fleshy member. Soon, she started to swallow the mixture of sperm and saliva. After a few minutes her reflexive actions with her tongue and mouth had completely cleaned his penis. Popping the ball back into her mouth, Jack retied his robe and left the room. Outside there was a queue of men, waiting for their turns. Next: IdeaCity part 7: Crowns and Anchors, Anne Mroczkowski