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Hard Script Ch. 1

By: zeno42



One day the story was this. She was a prostitute, and he had given her $200. She was anxious to show him a good time, so that he would come back and recommend her to his friends.

He was a tired businessman. His day had not gone well. His stock portfolio was down. He sat in the easy chair with a drink on the table beside him. He had taken off his suit jacket and pulled his tie down.

She had put on lipstick and eyeliner. She wore a short black dress and spiky high heels. Underneath she wore a garter belt and stockings with panties, but no bra. She put on a black beret and stood in front of him about three feet away.

"What a day," he said, glancing at her crotch, and taking a drink.

"I'm very good at this," she said licking her lips and letting her left hand touch her left breast. But she could see that he was not responding. In her eagerness to please and impress him, she said "How would you like to fuck my butt?"

He glanced up at her again, with a tired sigh. "Let's see it," he said.

She turned around and leaned over, hiking her skirt up and pulling down her panties to reveal her buttocks and vagina. She put her finger on her anus, reaching through her legs, and smiled at him.

He shook his head. "You're going to have to work me up," he said. "I've had a long day." Now in her pretend character she was becoming very anxious. Business was slow. She stood up and turned around, stepping out of her panties. She approached the chair more closely, and took down the straps holding up the top of her dress to reveal her breasts. Then she knelt in front of him, unzipped his fly, and took his penis out of his briefs. It was only partly erect. He looked down at her breasts and face as she took his penis in the front of her mouth and began tonguing him. She felt a small hardening and enlarging of penis in her mouth, and continued to stroke him with her tongue. She held his penis in her left hand, and reached down with her right hand to pull her skirt up and begin masturbating her clitoris.

She knew that she could arouse him by exciting herself towards an orgasm. As she began to breath more heavily, she could feel his penis becoming more erect in her mouth, and began to relax with the feeling that she would give him a good time, and he would tell his friends about her.

"In the story you're a prostitute, so you shouldn't be aroused, you should just be working hard," he said. "Prostitutes don't get off with their customers."

She allowed his penis, now quite erect, to enter further into her mouth, and moved her whole mouth up and down more rapidly as she masturbated toward a climax. Then she removed her mouth from his penis, looking at him with her lips parted.

"I was just pretending to be aroused," she said.

He looked at her erect nipples, and ejaculated in three spasms. The first splashed on her forehead, the second beside her nose, and the third on her chin.

"I'll tell my friends about you. I'll tell them you offer anal intercourse," he said.

She stood up, pulled her skirt down and started to pull up the straps on her dress. She licked a bit of the semen that was sliding down her face. Her beret was askew.

"Thanks," she said.

Hard Script Ch. 2



Another time, the story went this way.

She had gone to a pornographic movie with some friends, and wanted to try out some of the things she had seen for herself. Her boyfriend was nice but not comfortable with kinky or expressive sex, so she sought him out. He was an older man with whom she had had a one night stand some years before.

She was wearing a turtle neck top and jeans which showed off her breasts, buttocks and pubis. He sat in an easy chair sipping a glass of wine, in a comfortable sweater and slacks, admiring her as she moved around the room.

She moved a straight chair from the table and sat it in the center of the room about six feet from him.

"So what this girl in the movie does is to sit on the chair with her legs wide open and masturbate. You can see everything. When she's just about to come, this guy comes over and sticks his cock in her mouth," she says. "I want to try that."

He nods. She takes off the turtle neck and jeans, and then her bra and panties. She walks around for a few minutes. He can see her breasts, her buttocks, her crotch, her close-cropped dark hair, her somewhat swollen lips. She looks at him from time to time as she moves. He feels his penis beginning to come erect.

She approaches the chair and sits down, facing him. She opens her legs wide and puts the middle finger of her right hand into her vagina. She begins to fondle her left breast with her left hand, and to rub her clitoris with three fingers of her right hand. She smiles.

He sees her nipples become erect. Her mouth opens slightly, and her eyes become unfocused as she masturbates. She kneads both of her breasts with her left hand, and begins to breath heavily and to moan.

He puts down his glass of wine and stands up. He unzips his fly and takes out his erect penis. She looks at him and opens her lips a bit more. He walks over to where she is sitting and stands on her left side. His penis is just at the level of her mouth. She continues to masturbate with her right hand, and takes his penis in her left hand. She turns her head to the left, still masturbating, and he steps slightly toward her, so that his penis enters her mouth. She begins massaging it with her tongue. He moves it slightly back and forth with a rocking motion of his hips. She can feel his erection swelling and tightening, but he does not ejaculate. She feels her vagina becoming wet and gasps in an orgasm, almost losing his penis from her mouth as a result. He withdraws and steps back slightly. She looks at him, continuing to masturbate her clitoris.

"Put it in again," she says.

He steps forward slightly and feels her lips open around his erect penis and her tongue moving over it. Again he moves in and out slightly, and again she climaxes, this time with a shudder that makes her lose the penis completely. He steps backward, puts his penis back and zips his fly. She sits breathing heavily in the chair.

"How was it?", he asks.

"I like the feeling of freedom," she says, stretching her arms above her head so that her breasts rise. "It feels like there aren't any limits."

"It's beautiful to look at," he said. She smiled and got up from the chair.

"So another thing they did in this movie was to tie this girl to a chair like this. She was leaning over the back of the chair, with her head toward the seat, and they tied her ankles and wrists to the legs of the chair, so her legs were apart, her ass and cunt were sticking up in the air, and she couldn't move. Then this guy fucked her, and she couldn't really move very well. I brought some hockey tape."

She went over to her purse and got out two rolls of white hockey tape. He got up and took them from her. She leaned over the back of the chair, her dark hair flopping. He knelt down and taped first her right ankle and then her left ankle to the chair legs, forcing her legs slightly apart. Then he moved to the front of the chair and taped her right and left wrists to the tops of the right and left front chair legs.

"You better let me out of this if I ask you to," she said. "But for now let's see what it does. What are you going to do?"

He smiled at her, put down the remaining tape, and walked around to the rear of the chair, where her anus, buttocks, and vagina were exposed above her naked legs. He knelt down and put his mouth over her vagina, seeking her clitoris with his tongue. She gasped when he found it. It seemed to him that it was still erect from her masturbation, but as he caressed it, it became noticeably larger.

"You know," she said, gasping slightly, "when you can't move very well, it makes you..." She broke off and had an orgasm, sobbing and gasping. He continued to massage her clitoris with his tongue, unzipping his fly at the same time. His penis was moderately erect. She had another orgasm.

He stood up and walked around to the front of the chair, where she was facing.

"Aren't you going to fuck me?", she asked.

"Not yet, I'm afraid," he replied, sitting on the edge of the seat of the chair, so that his penis was directly below her mouth. She had some trouble getting it in her mouth, but he helped by moving his hips slightly forward. It was difficult to suck him in this position, but she worked at it as best she could. He watched her head and mouth working up and down on his penis and became more erect. She could feel his penis enlarging in her mouth as she moved up and down on it in the limited range she could manage.

"Also beautiful to look at," he said. He slid backward on the seat of the chair, pulling his penis away from her. She stuck out her tongue to try to continue to lick it. He shook his head, stood up, and moved to the back of the chair, where her vagina was exposed between her parted legs. He took a condom out of his pocket and put it on. As she was positioned, her vagina was exactly at the level of his penis. He penetrated her slowly. She began to moan and cry softly. He could see his penis entering her vagina, with her buttocks and anus just above. His penis erected even further, and he began to thrust vigorously in and out of her. She climaxed very soon. He still had not ejaculated.

"Come in my mouth," she said.

He withdrew from her vagina, removed the condom, and sat once again on the front of the chair. She saw his erect penis come close and opened her mouth for him to enter. This time she worked purposefully and was rewarded with his ejaculation after a minute or so. She swallowed most of the semen, but some dripped down her chin.

He took a knife from his pocket and cut the tape around her wrists and ankles. She stood up and stretched, semen still glistening on her chin. She walked over and sat down in the easy chair, her legs apart showing her crotch. She sipped some of the wine. He put his penis back into his pants and zipped his fly.

"They did some other things I want to try another time," she said. She stood up and pulled on her panties and jeans, and put on her turtleneck, without the bra, which she put into her purse, as he watched her. He carefully put the chair back at the table.



Hard Script Ch. 3



Another day they did this story. She was his daughter's friend. He and she had fallen into a pattern in which he would take sexual liberties with her and she would ignore it. This started one day when she was visiting his daughter and as he passed her in the hall his arm brushed her breast. She continued walking as if nothing had happened. Later that day he met her again in the hallway, this time reached out and fondled her breast as they passed. She said nothing and kept walking toward his daughter's room.

She realized that he was obsessed with her body, and enjoyed the feeling of power this gave her.

She sat on is left when they went out to eat in a restaurant, with his daughter on his other side. He placed his left hand on her leg above her knee. She continued chatting with his daughter about their shopping trip, and did not change the position of her leg. As the meal progressed he moved his hand higher and higher on her thigh, until his little finger was pressing against her pubic hair through her jeans.

Things went along in this way. On some afternoons when his daughter was out, she would come to his house and find him in his study. He said "Carol's not here." 

She said "I'm sleepy, do you mind if I take a nap?" and lay down on the leather couch in the study and pretended to sleep. She wore a buttoned blouse and short kilt skirt fastened with a large safety pin.

He walked over to the couch, knelt down, and fondled her left breast with his right hand. She continued to pretend to sleep, not moving at all in response. He unzipped his fly and took out his quite erect penis. Holding it in his right hand, he gently stroked her lips with it. She continued to pretend to sleep, though once her lips opened slightly as his penis moved over them. He unbuttoned her blouse and found she was wearing no bra. He used his penis to touch her nipples, which were erect, and compressed her breasts with his hand. She continued to pretend to sleep.

Letting his penis touch her lightly between the breasts and down her belly, he raised her kilt skirt. She was wearing cotton panties. She lay with her left leg slightly curled under her right leg, so that they were parted at the crotch. He gently pulled down her panties to reveal her pubic hair and vagina. She continued to pretend to sleep.

He knelt beside her and put his mouth between her legs, and his tongue in her vagina, sliding it up until he felt her clitoris. As he caressed her clitoris with his tongue he felt his penis becoming harder. He felt her clitoris becoming harder, too. He continued to caress her, occasionally reaching back into her vagina with his tongue. She did not move, but he felt a swelling of her clitoris, heard her sigh, as if in her sleep, and felt an increase in the wetness of her pubes which tasted slightly salty. He lifted his face from her crotch, removed a condom from his pocket and put it on his penis. He penetrated her vagina tentatively, only an inch or so, and withdrew, penetrated again, and withdrew. She continued to pretend to sleep. He penetrated her two times more, each time a little deeper.

Then he withdrew and took her hips in his hands to turn her over. As if in her sleep, she turned face down with her breasts pressed against the leather of the couch, and her buttocks exposed to him. He removed the condom and began to masturbate over her. This was difficult and took a long time. He began to breathe more heavily, and to groan with the effort. Finally, thinking of his daughter's face, and particularly her mouth, and groaning deeply, he ejaculated over her back and buttocks. She didn't move after turning over.

She lay there without moving until he had zipped up his fly, discarded the condom, and left the room. After he had left she pulled up her panties and rearranged her skirt. Later that night his daughter came back. They went to a restaurant at the mall where they sat in a banquette, his daughter on his right and her on his left. She and his daughter chatted about shopping. His left hand under the tablecloth was pressing hard against her crotch.