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Remote

By: Decadent Switch



You have to imagine the scene. They're miles from anywhere "safe" or "civilised". The wind has been howling for hours now, but the rain still took them by surprise when it finally came. It lashed down on them with all the concentrated fury of the gathering storm and drove them running back to their stone shelter.

It was an ill-conceived notion, right from the start – but invigorating nonetheless, now that they were in the midst of the reality. Island bagging. He'd read about in a magazine and just had to try it out. She had been persuaded, with little difficulty to come along on this venture. And so they had found themselves in this remote little bothy on this remote little island, somewhere in the vastness of the North Atlantic Ocean.

Three hours they had been here, now. Inside the bothy, candles covered every single surface and flames burned merrily in the fireplace, filling the single room with warmth. There were bunks along the far wall – already staked out with sleeping bags and blankets. Towels were scattered thickly on the floor and already one of them was smouldering and threatening to burst into flames. A spark had been launched from the fire and was now being nurtured into life. Cursing, he put the flames out before they had a chance to ignite properly, while she stood and laughed at him. Cold food and bottles of wine sat nearby, strategically positioned so everything was within reach while they lounged on the towels.

The rain had soaked them through to the skin and now they were suddenly both aware of the pressing need to get out of the clothes they were wearing. Sudden shyness overcame them both and they looked at each other from the corner of their eyes, nervously. Then... more laughter... and they had turned their backs on each other and were peeling cloth away from wet limbs. Backs turned, but still those peeks from the corners of the eyes.

T-shirts were stripped off and thrown across the room. He watched her long, bare arms and admired the play of muscle just beneath the skin of her back, as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. She caught him looking, blushed and didn't remove the bra. Instead, she dropped to the floor and started fumbling with the laces of her boots. He did the same,

Boots kicked off and tossed aside and belts came off next. Then, jeans were being peeled off. Wet skin, reluctant to part with the denim was gradually forced into the light of the fire and the candles and suddenly, two pairs of jeans were being thrown aside, leaving them in just their underwear. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his tight boxers and hesitated – he was half-turned towards her now. He found that he couldn't discretely turn away and he was unwilling to demonstrate any further shyness. But his boxers were practically transparent now, anyway. There was little left to the imagination. So he rose slightly, peeled them off in one quick moment, grabbed a towel and set about drying himself off quickly before she had received more than the briefest of glimpses.

Engrossed in towelling off his hair, he missed the last stages of her disrobing. When he next looked round, she already had her back to him, revealing just the tantalising swell of one breast and the curves of her buttocks as they rested on her heels. She smiled at him and offered him the briefest glimpse of one stiff nipple as she changed position. Could it have been deliberate? He felt a responsive twitch and dropped a towel into his lap to conceal his own modesty. His own arousal.

Dry now, they grabbed larger towels and set about draping themselves more fully. All that flesh that had so recently been on show was suddenly hidden away once more. The remaining towels were bunched up into a makeshift rug, the wine was uncorked and the food was dragged closer.

And while the rain pounded on their roof, the wind thundered and howled all about them and the waves crashed onto the nearby shore, they each found themselves warm, snug and safe. Surrounded by candles, warmed by a real fire and sharing the only company they ever wanted to share.

Finally, they settled into each others' arms and lay down on the floor, wrapped up together. And dreamed of what would happen when... if... one of them finally found the courage to gently unwrap the other. They remembered those hasty glimpses they had been offered and had taken. And the heat rose within them. And they glowed in the rosy light of possibilities and potentials and they wondered what would happen next.

What could possibly happen next?

Remote



Fear grips the common man to "measure up" to the expectation of his potential mate. You cannot turn on the television, without seeing the commercial where the couple grins as if they have had one botox treatment too many all because of a miracle "size" drug. It is disappointing to be told by your lover that you are too small, but what if you are too big. Being hung like the proverbial bear is something the majority of the male population doesn't have to worry about. But that worry plagues me daily.

Everyday I sit in my boring office and look aimlessly at my flickering computer screen. As the network administrator for a small company, I get the chance to see the activity on our servers. Viruses come and go, people get salacious e-mails from spammers and significant others, little do they know all the personal business crosses my terminal before they get it. For example, in our finance office we have an accountant that likes to be tied up and covered with butter. This I know only by the pictures he regularly gets of himself in various slippery poses through e-mail. I can't help but want to blurt out "Hey Greasy!" but I digress. People are touchy about there private lives. 

One evening while walking through the office during break I spot an unfamiliar face. Sitting in the far corner cubical a honey blonde beauty pecks away at her keyboard. As I approach she lets out an exasperated sigh and proceeds to hit the escape button on the top of the keyboard. Seeing an opportunity I casually make my way over to her.

"Need some help?" 

She jumped at the sound of my voice. "Help, sure, this computer is locked up...I don't know what I did."

Stepping into her cubical I noticed a mixture of citrus and jasmine filling the air. She immediately rolled back away from the computer and then stood up. I leaned down and looked at her screen. Simple enough, she had too many windows open and running too many programs.

"Well looks like you crashed the whole network," I said looking directly into the monitor. I could hear a gasp standing behind me "Not the whole network, it's my first day. Shit..." 

"Yeah, well you are not the first to do it. Lucky for you, I am the computer guru." I turned slowly and to my surprise found a gorgeous woman with her hands on her hips rocking back and forth. "What do you mean guru?"

"I mean as in computer guy, tech support or just geek boy, take your pick." Then after a couple of keystrokes and a few mouse clicks. The terminal was un-goofed. With a flourish I pointed to her computer and proceeded to walk back to my office.

"Let me guess, you are Paul Sellers Network Administrator." She said meekly.

Stopping in mid stride, I turned around and asked "Yes, and you are-"

"Ms. Chandler, your new boss"

Well, I tried to scare the new supervisor and made a total prick out of myself. There was nothing left to do, but hang my head in shame go back to work. That was the start of a strange adventure. 

***

Normally I would complain about how boring work was, but ever since Margaret, excuse me Ms. Chandler arrived there has been a new sense of wonder and fear. During her first week alone she fired six people and quickly made a name for herself, as M.C. Hatchet. Seeing I wasn't afraid of her, Hatchet often stopped by my office to chat. It was usually a polite conversation about company policy or company ethics. Boring as usual

One morning in particular Margaret asked me to come to her office. My co-workers dropped their heads as I passed cubicle after cubicle, a tale-tale sign that trouble was waiting for me in her office. Didn't matter though, if worse came to worse I would just take one of the last ten job offers. Computer geeks were in style. Turning at the end of the hallway, I noticed her office door was closed. Knocking softly, I heard her voice from the inside, "Come in"

The room had the familiar sent of jasmine but there was something else mingled with that fragrance. I couldn't rightly put my finger on it. 

"You rang ma'am?" I said sarcastically 

"Paul have you been scanning employee emails?"

"Of course, that is my job"

"Ok, tell me what do you do when you have attachments?" She pointed to a chair directly in front of her desk. Sitting down I noticed a small black remote on top of her desk. Then it hit me, remote, odor...vibrating clam. "The hatchet lady is a freak!" I thought. Leaning forward in my chair all while keeping a straight face I said, "All attachments are scanned to protect the network from any viruses sent on purpose or by accident."

I had to get that remote, so as I was talking I turned one of her pictures around.

"Beautiful child, yours?"

"No, that's Ester my niece" Chandler replied

Reaching past her collection of pictures, pretty frames and goofy little plastic dolls, I whisked the small black remote off of the desk.

"Ms. Chandler, all electronic items brought in are supposed to be approved by me. What is this?" I asked holding the remote up in front of my face. "We have to protect all company information, that includes any device that might be used to pilfer files. It's in your hand book." 

Margaret shifted uncomfortably in her chair; her face began to redden slightly as she tried to reach for the remote. But it was to late the sex gadget was mine. Leaning back in my chair and crossing my legs I studied the "rouge electronic device". Pressing the button I could hear a whirl resound softly under the desk. I raised my head slowly to see the badass hatchet woman flush and bite her bottom lip. 

"What does this do?" I asked inquisitively, looking around the room knowing full well the clam was strapped between her legs.

"Just hand it baaa..." her voice trailed off as I stroked the button again. I could see her nipples rise through the sheer fabric of her yellow blouse. She began to lick her full lips and take short breaths. Seeing an opportunity, I stood up stretching while pointing my arms high above my head, letting my plump member strain against the front of my pants, and then I punched the remote again. 

"Oh God" Margaret whispered "Please give it to me"

I walked around in her office with my back to her holding the remote up to the florescent light, trying to read imaginary numbers or an imaginary trademark. The smell of her sex and jasmine filled the room, as I sensually harassed her. When I turned around Margaret was panting, her eyes had become glassy and she was gripping the edge of her desk. I walked around to the side of her chair; the entire scene made my 10 inches agonizingly erect and strain furiously against my starched khaki pants. I pressed the remote once more. Margaret looked at what hung before her face and knew, I knew. 

"Finish what you started, go ahead," she muttered.

Hatchet girl then pulled at the bronze tab that held my fly shut. She reached greedily into the front of my pants, pulling at my trapped penis. With her left hand she held onto the thick tool and the right she cupped my sack, she then placed her hot mouth around my member and began to slowly take it to the back of her throat, deeper, deeper. Margaret didn't gag as she deep throated me. Pressing the remote again, I summoned a strangled moan from her throat, as she licked my balls with her serpent like tongue. 

There was a porno going on in her office and I was glad to be a part of it, until a strong knock corrupted the entire scene as if someone yelled, "Cut!" Pulling out of her mouth and quickly stuffing my aching penis back into my pants I trotted around her desk to the office door. I looked back over my shoulder to get an approving nod from Margaret. Brushing her hair back out of her flushed face and spraying air freshener she gave the go ahead. I opened the door to a confused Angela Miller our Vice President, standing in the doorway.

"Paul, remember an oral warning is the first step to termination" Margaret spoke.

Sensing my cue to escape, I pushed past the V.P without speaking and walked slowly back down the hallway to my office. I was totally blown away, no woman has ever deep throated me, and I have never done anything remotely sexual at work. As I turned the corner to my office I noticed two things, one my fly was wide open and I still had the remote.

***

Can you believe Ms. Hatchet walked around for a full week after our impromptu rendezvous without even acknowledging my presence? Watching her from my office I noticed how she avoided coming close to my door, as if a large spider loomed the opening. Often I would sit and just look in her direction, just to get her blushing. She remembered the event and I couldn't forget the deep throat action. But I guess she wanted to maintain a working relationship, far from the prying eyes of Human Resources and the resident V.P. 

Margaret was officially introduced to the management team, during our weekly meeting. She sat to my right at the end of the long conference table. As President Betts talked, I couldn't help but finger the small black round remote. The smooth covering made my fingertips tingle as I caressed the automatic pleasure maker, knowing what could be potentially attached to the other end of the invisible leash. We all listened to each other's reports. It was the typical morning go-get-them-and-make-a-lot-of-money rhetoric. When the meeting ended, I sat in my chair and took deep breaths thus calming the monster between my legs. Hell I was hornier than I had ever been, and the remote was not helping. Then it happened. 

"Excuse me, I am looking for something that belongs to me. Can you help me find it?" Turning around I noticed Margaret standing behind me. I reached in my pocket without speaking and pulled out the black remote. 

"That's not it" She spat, then reached over my right shoulder and grabbed me hard in the crotch. "Yep, I think I found it, bring it by 2039 Chelsea Ave, say 9-ish"

Needless to say I couldn't catch my breath, I just sat there stunned as she walked out of the conference room, smoothing her skirt down over ample hips, giggling. She had won this round, because I was taken aback.

After the conference room grope my day seemed to slow to a fucking crawl. The clock on my computer seemed running in reverse. I tried to keep busy, but as my luck would have it the network was fine and there were no computers in distress. Sitting at my desk, I decided to look at incoming emails, just to have something to do. There sitting in my own inbox was a message from Margaret. It simply said: Bring the remote with you. Now I was being taunted and the clock only read 2:20pm. "Shit, it's going to be a long day," I muttered under my breath.

After all was said and done. After all of the computers were shut off, and I got the daily report printed out. It was time to go home. The wall clock read exactly 6:15. I rarely got out of the office before 7:00pm, so I must have been flying. Gathering up my things, I noticed that the V.P. was still at her desk; hurriedly I walked past her office door. Praying she wouldn't call my name. When I made it to the end of the hallway, I pressed for the down elevator and stood there rocking with anticipation. The bell of an awaiting elevator was a welcomed sound as I stepped inside and contemplated what was going to happen this evening. 

When I arrived at my apartment, I had several job offers on my voice mail from various companies. I quickly ran upstairs turned on the shower and pulled some clothes out of the closet as I played my messages. After showering and pulling on some clean clothes I made my way back downstairs. It was already 7:45 and I still had to find the address.

After driving around town for nearly an hour and a half, then almost getting lost. I finally found Margaret's small house nestled at the end of a secluded drive. As I pulled up I noticed most of the lights were on in the house. I parked in her drive way and walked up to her front door. What happened next took my breath away, when the door opened there stood the V.P. I left sitting at her desk earlier. 

"Angela, what are you-"

"Paul you were hiding all that huh" she interrupted, and then pointed at my crotch.

I didn't know what to say; I felt my face blush as the cat was let out of the bag.

"It a secret, not a work item."

"Well come right in, I love secrets."

Angela opened the door wider as I stepped across the threshold then closed it behind me and there on the couch was Margaret sitting in a blue satin gown. She looked freshly showered and was bare of makeup.

"I am here Margaret, and I brought your lost item."

She smiled coyly, rose from the couch and made her way over to where I was standing. Margaret then kneeled down in front of me and unzipped my fly. The sudden gush of cool air, followed by her warm hand made me stand at attention fast.

"Damn, computer boy. You got a hammer of a dick," Angela gasped

Not missing a beat Margaret slipped the purple head into her wide mouth and began to make circles with her tongue. I pulled the remote from my top pocket, not knowing what was going to happen next and pressed the button. This time the soft hum came from Angela instead of my oral expert. 

"Oh shit, I was wondering where that remote was" Angela whispered.

Margaret however concentrated on my long thick shaft and balls as she took me deeply into her throat and fondled my sensitive package. I could feel my toes curl in my sandals as her head bobbed back and forth slowly, without mercy. 

Angela began to fondle Margaret's breast through her thin gown, as she worked her mouth magic. I watched as the V.P. rubbed and kneaded Margaret's nipples and slid her hands down between her own legs. The blowjob made my knees weak as the hatchet woman worked her mouth and tongue at the same time, impervious to the size of my dick. I grabbed a handful of her dark hair and pulled her closely to my crotch, she swallowed me even deeper. The intensity of the wetness of her mouth and suction combined made my sack tighten up, as I prepared to empty my semen deep into her throat. Sensing this, Margaret removed my penis from her expert mouth and squeezed me tightly at the base 

"I could taste the precum, Paul. You weren't going to let a little ole blowjob take you out of the game were you?" Her eyes burned as she looked up at me.

"No" I gasped as the sensation passed "I am in it to win it"

"Good, because you got double duty tonight"

I stepped back from Margaret and helped her up off of the floor. She grabbed me by the right hand and Angela grabbed me by the left hand. They both lead me to a bedroom in the back of the house, where they quickly stripped me bare before undressing themselves. Lying back on the king sized bed I watched as the V.P. began to suck at Margaret's breast hungrily. The whole scene was surreal, the women I worked with were teasing and tasting each other. As the hatchet lady lie back on the bed beside me, I fondled her still wet breast as Angela began to explore the folds of Margaret's sex. The slurping sounds coming from between Margaret's legs were turning me on even stronger than before. 

I reached down and caressed Angela's chestnut brown hair and moved her head slowly as she pleasured Margaret with her mouth. Reaching across the bed I turned on the nightstand lamp to get a full view of what was sure to be my only threesome in my lifetime. I didn't want to miss a thing. The soft light illuminated the room in a sensual glow. I could see the cleft of Angela's ass and the back of her head as she sucked, licked and probed with her tongue the very recesses of Margaret's moistness. 

I slowly climbed off of the bed and walked around to the back of Angela who was on splayed on top of the comforter and pulled her hips up so that her ass was puckered high in the air. Placing my hands between her legs I liberated some of her musky wetness and covered the head of my aching penis with it. Then I pushed her plentiful buttocks up and apart, exposing her moisten slit. With a slow motion I teased her thick moist outer lips with the tip of my penis as she rocked back and forth, then I pushed against her rocking letting her feel my large head enter her wetness. Angela stopped eating Margaret as my purple helmet entered her and gasped,

"Shit, a little at a time please."

"Come on boss lady, can't you handle a little dick" I replied

She pushed back harder making me go deeper into her snatch. I could hear her moan as I dipped and wiggled into her box, forcing her hips back into my pelvis. I could feel her muscles contract as she tried to stop me from hitting "bottom". Too late, I was already there.

"Oh, my Go..." Angela's words trailed off as she tried to pull away from my thick tool. She began to buck and shudder as her first orgasm whipped her into a frenzy. 

Holding onto her ass for dear life as she bucked and bounced I pushed her face back into Margaret's sex, where she gobbled and licked as I continued fucking her from the back. Minuets passed as I tormented the V.P., you could call it a pay back of sorts. After her second orgasm she collapsed between Margaret's thighs covered in sweat. 

Margaret flipped Angela off of her and slid to the edge of the bed. She took me into her mouth and began to savor the juices at the end of my tool. Sliding back onto the bed, Margaret lay back and lifted her legs back into her chest, flatting her breast and exposing her shaven pussy to me. Calmly I crawled up to her and placed my hands firmly beside her head supporting my weight on my arms. Then I let my dick slowly trace the outside of her sex and with out warning plunged it deep into her. Margaret took it like a professional, she held her legs high as I pushed and plowed my way into her body. Her juices mingled with my penis as I quickly dropped down onto of her and pulled away slowly. 

"Come on computer boy, I know you can do better than that" She spat

I pulled out of her and then stuck my hot tongue in the place of my dick. She gasped as the slippery warmth of my tongue replaced the pressure of my dick. I then turned her over and spreading her cheeks, I licked from the top of her womanly cleft to the nub that gives all women pleasure. It was then I felt my own ass cheeks spread and a tongue caress my "forbidden zone"; a strange sensation shot up my back as Angela's tongue walked its way into my dank spot. Pulling away from Angela's tortuous mouth, I then grabbed the base of my dick and pressed deep into Margaret's love from the back. Pumping slowly at first, I let her get used to the feeling of fullness. Then turning up the heat, I pulled back and then shot forward. The sound of my pelvis slapping her ass filled the room as I continued to dig deeper into her.

"Shit, Paul..." She panted, as he pushed her head into a pillow. "Oh, damn I'm bout to come" 

I continued on my mission to make her statement true. The room began to spin and I became lightheaded. Margaret pumped against my dick with all she had. 

"Ooooh! Mama like" she crooned, as she jerked and bounced against me. "Mama like" 

I felt myself getting ready to come and began to fuck harder. As I started to feel the familiar tingle of cum leaving my penis, sensing I was close to climax Angela pulled my dick out of Margaret's pussy and placed her lips firmly around the head. The sensation was too much as I spat what seemed like gallons of nut into her mouth. She held her lips firmly around my shaft until the convulsion subsided. Angela then pulled my softening penis out of her mouth crawled to the top of the bed and lovingly shared her mouthful with Margaret. The scene was porno-esque for sure.



Remote Accident



The remote control went crashing to the floor taking with it two glasses of red wine right onto the white carpet. The new white carpet nonetheless. Christina freaked out and quickly had to separate her lips from Andrew's and remove her hand from inside his pants. "Oh, shit!" She cried out in horror. 

Her mother would just kill her is she saw a huge red stain on the rug. Andrew sat up but considering the state of his swollen balls it was hard for him to move. He chuckled lightly, in a somewhat proud way. After all it was his tongue whipping skills in her mouth that sent her legs and feet in a horny motion resulting in the current situation of red wine all over the floor. 

Christina rushed into the kitchen and grabbed paper towels and some carpet cleaner. Quickly she began sopping up the wine. "Oh, why did this have to happen?" She questioned loudly.

"Sorry." Andrew replied.

"It's not your fault...well, it is...but I won't hold it against you." She said. She moaned and groaned as she wadded up the paper towels and went for the carpet cleaner. She was bent over, at the waist and shook the can. A grin grew on Andrew's face as he stared at her ass. Her unbuttoned pants caused her jeans to reveal her thong and the beginnings of her ass crack. The shaking of the can cause her ass to shake back and forth making her fleshy mounds wiggle and jiggle. Andrew couldn't help himself but reach out and grab hold.

She looked back at him, remaining in her bent position. "What are you doing?" She said with a smirk. He smiled back at her.

"I just couldn't help myself." He said, then leaned forward and put his hands into the gap between her back and jeans. Quickly he yanked down hard, bringing her tight jeans over her big butt. Her perfect round ass was inches from his face. He stared with a silly grin. "Stop it." Christina ordered, sternly. 

He ignored her request and smiled before puckering his lips and clashing them down onto her right ass cheek. Christina giggled and swatted him away. But he didn't move. "Stop, I said!" Motioning with her and, missing his face, her giggling changing to annyance. This time he did as he was told and she resumed shaking the can, though she left her bare butt hanging out of her jeans, the folds of fabric tapping against the back of her legs. She knew what she was doing. Andrew continued to stare at her fleshy mounds shaking in front of him, teasing and taunting. The buzz from the wine made him impatient and once again he leaned forward putting his hands to the strap of her thong and stopping at her lower back and waited to be scolded again. 

But he wasn't. Christina dropped the can and put her hands on her knees. His breathing made her tremble. For some reason the feeling of his warm breath caused her fingers to start clawing at the bunching fabric of her jeans. "Do it." She said lightly, in a barely audible whisper.

"What?" Andrew asked.

She looked back at him, clear desire and down right horniness in her eyes. "Kiss my ass, eat it." She cooed. 

Andrew begin kissing her cheeks with puckered closed lips at first smacking his face into her soft smooth flesh, then opening his mouth, touching her skin with his tongue then using light sucking as he moved around her ass. The taste of her sweet, pale skin brought more and more saliva the front of his mouth and he began licking her from bottom to top, leaving her skin shinning under the overhead light. He pulled down her thong, breaking his lips from her butt and watched as the fabric stayed lodged between her legs, no doubt stuck to her moistening pussy lips. 

Christina let her head hang down and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment. She just relaxed as she felt Andrew's tongue and lips play across her ass. She felt him getting closer to her ass crack, she wanted to feel his tongue against her asshole. He drug his tongue up and down each side of her cheeks, never entering between them. He liked to tease her, he liked when she begged, it made her turn that much more nasty. "Yes," she whispered. "Do it, please...please...do it." She whispered, becoming more desperate to feel that tingling sensation when Andrew's tongue pressed between her cheeks, into her dark crack. 

Hearing her pleads Andrew decided not to tease her anymore. He brought his hands to her ass and slid them down and along the sides of her butt and parted her cheeks, revealing her tight puckered up knot. It looked so beautiful, her ass, tightened up and ready to be tasted and teased. He didn't waist any time and clashed his face right down between her cheeks and drove his tongue right up her asshole as far as he could and felt the muscle twitch and tighten around the tip of his tongue. Christina screamed out "OHH!" as he forced his tongue in. Her knees began to shake and buckle. She had to try so hard not to collapse to the floor. She reached back behind her and fumbled for his head. When she found it she grabbed a tuft of his hair and pulled him further toward her, his face going deeper between her cheeks. 

She had to reach over and grab the table for support as her breathing increased. On occasion she would reach up and grab her breast and began squeezing hard and kneading her ample titty for a moment before putting her hand back to the table for support. Her breathing went in rhythem with Andrew's tongue movements. She would breath hard and fast when he darted his tongue in and out and then soft and slow when he'd use long flat strokes over her rose. Her forehead was beginning to bead with sweat. She felt her pussy getting more wet and Andrew felt her juices running down his chin, splashing as he bobbed his head in and out. 

He knew she was going to cum. It wouldn't be the first time she's cum from analingus. And when she comes from getting her asshole licked, it is that much more explosive for some reason. His eyes looked over the mounds of her ass and down her back to her head, watching it for signs that she was about to orgasm. He saw her hand on the table, then come off, clutching at her breast pressing onto it hard and clasping her hand together, pinching her nipple as she pulled it away to brace herself again. Her head slowly started rising up, her stomach began to flex and tighten her back bent more, he knew her orgasm was coming soon. He wanted to time it so that he could move his mouth down and catch her explosive cream as it ran from her vagina. He loved the smell and the taste of her cum, the kind that could only come from deep inside her. It had a much more robust taste than that of her normal juices that he usually licked up while eating her out. 

He closed his eyes and let the motion of her oncoming orgasm guide his mouth and tongue. He brought his hands up and to her belly and felt the muscles twitch and tighten. 

"What the fuck!?" A screeching horrible voice bellowed out. Andrew's eyes flung open, but he couldn't move, Christina's grip on his hair was too tight. 

Christina's head flung up. "Mom!" She shouted in shock. But she never moved. Her hand remained clutched onto Andrew's hair and the other propped on the table. She stayed bent over with her ass pressed back in Andrew's face. 

Andrew tried again to pull his face from her ass but Christina was not going to let go. She looked back at him. "You're not done yet. Keep licking...and eating my asshole." She said as her look gazed over at her mother. "A little privacy please." She said. 

Her mother's jaw dropped and she scoffed at her daughters rudeness. "Excuse me, this is my house. Stop that, now!"

"No. Keep licking. Tongue fuck me baby." She said looking back at Andrew then returning her stern look to her mother. 

"Christina!" Her mother pleaded. 

Andrew's tongue slowly moved from his mouth and once again connected with the tight muscled knot of Christina's asshole. Christina's face dropped on contact and she moaned slightly. 

"This is my house and I want you to stop doing that! What is wrong with you?" Her mother continued to plead. Christina just stared back in defiance. 

"We were here first." She said. "I'll let you know when we're finished."

"This is my living room and you're getting rimmed in my living room! You are unbelievable, you need help. I cannot believe you are getting fucking licked right in front of me." Her mother cried out. She looked at them, Christina bent over, her eyes closing and her mouth parted and she gasped and her breathing began to increase again. Andrew's eyes were looking over at her mother, watching him tongue lash her daughter's tasty little balloon knot. 

Her mother shook her head, watching her daughter's act of sexual defiance, but yet she couldn't look away. Her eyes roamed over Christina's face, dropping with paralyzing pleasure and down her back where her shirt was pushed together, her hand grabbing at her breast, and finally to Andrew's head and face firmed planted between Christina's hunks of ass. She almost lost herself in the scene, as though she were watching a pornographic movie. She felt her loins tingle a little, did she dare ask for the same treatment from her husband later? 

But then her eyes saw the wine stain on the rug. She gasped in horror and her eyes bulged from her head. "What did you spill? Is that wine?" 

"Yeah, sorry." Christina whispered in a pleasured gasp. Andrew's tongue was driving up into her hole and she tightened her muscle around it. Christina's mother ran from the room, screaming. "Where's the carpet cleaner! These are new fucking rugs!"

She came back into the room in a panic. "Where's the carpet cleaner!?" She pleaded for an answer. Then she saw it, lying on its side under Christina. And without even thinking she grabbed it and sprayed down the large red spot. 

She didn't seem to care that she was under her daughter's body. She didn't care that her daughter's boyfriend had his tongue up her ass and was continuing despite the fact that her mother was literally inches away. All she cared about was getting the spot off the rug. She shook the can wildly and popped the top and hosed down the stain covering it with a heavy white foam. The smell of chemicals made everyone's eyes burn and it caused a sudden stop the sexual happenings.

"Mom, shit." Christina said, releasing Andrew's hair and standing up holding her nose and her face crinkled up as though about sneeze. 

Andrew leaned back with nearly the same expression. "Ugh, your ass tasted like carpet cleaner." He said falling back on the couch licking his lips, trying to change the taste. 

Christina's mother ignored the complaints and grabbed at the paper towels. "So sorry to ruin your butt munching session." She said sarcastically as she began furiously scrubbing the rug. "This is more important." She grunted as her hands pushed back and forth. 

Christina stood over her with her pants around her ankles with a look of disgust and disappointment. Her mother glanced over at her. "Who said you ruined it? We'll just go somewhere else." She said in further defiance. 

"Like your room?" Her mother said. 

"No, like the other side of this one." Christina said with a hint of anger. She had thought about going to her room. The thought of her mother continuing to watch her get eaten out was becoming less exciting and less defiant. Now it was weird. But then she had to go and make a comment like that, causing her to rethink the idea and change it to keeping the session in a public place. 

Her mother stopped scrubbing for a moment to scoff and look at her daughter. Her eyes took notice of Christina's thick, yet trimmed pubic hair. "Why don't you trim that jungle first." She said sounding like a child. There were clearly some hatred between the two women. 

Christina was taken back by the comment. She liked her full hairy bush and she kept it neat and trimmed. "I'm a woman now Mom, that's what women look like 'down there!'" She shrieked and ran her fingers through her main. "Besides, Andrew likes it."

It was true, Andrew liked his women to have some growth around their pubic area. Christina used to keep it bald and smooth until Andrew professed his love of the muff. Since then she keeps it in a nice box shape with thick curly blonde and brown hairs. And Christina stood over her mother pulling at her hair, stretching it to it's limit before it slipped from her hands. Her mother ignored her and continued to scrub. 

Christina turned to Andrew and reached for his hand. She pulled him up off the couch. "Come over here." She ordered. His face had a combined silly smirk, and nervous twist as she brought him to her. Almost violently, she grabbed his face and pulled him down and a deep nasty kiss. The kind where you're literally trying to eat the other person's face. Andrew kept his eyes open as his girlfriend sucked his tongue from his mouth. Her mother watched, barley scrubbing the floor, but enamored with what was happening in front of her. 

Christina's jeans slid down her legs, bunching at her ankles. Her bare chubby buns peaking out from the bottom of her t-shirt. Andrew's hands came round and grabbed hold of her the under cup of her butt and pulled it up and apart, the cool air tickling her wetted butthole. 

She released her forceful kiss and looked at him with the devil in her eye. That look of sexual control and deviance which she possessed when she was extra wet and horny. 

She kicked her feet out of the bunched up jeans and flung them away, nearly hitting her mother, once again knocking over the wine glasses. "You little bitch!" Her mother screamed. 

"Come on over here." Christina said, defiantly ignoring her mother. She lead him to the couch and ordered that he lie down, face up. Andrew did as he was told, lying on the couch, watching his devilish girlfriend lift her leg up and straddle his face, just a few inches above. From his vantage point he could look up and see how wet she really was. Her defiance turned her on just that little more that made her complete uninhibited. Her pussy was wet, a white bead of deep internal lubrication was starting to sneak out, her inner thighs were glistening with juices. 

She lowered herself down. "Stick out your tongue." She instructed. She got to his face and nearly flopped down, targeting her asshole with his tongue, it was near bulls eye as she connected her butt to his face. "OOO, yeah." She let out as Andrew's tongue once again went to work inside her tightened up little rose bud. 

"Ever have your ass eaten, mom?" She asked, her eyes drooping, her voice stuttering. 

"I cannot believe you just asked me that." Her mother responded, her back turned away from the sexual scene and she focused on getting the red stain from the carpet. But she turned back and almost lost it, not vomiting, but sexually. Her mind went blank, her loin become read hot and she wanted that to be her. 

From where she was sitting, looking across the room, she saw Andrew lying on the couch, his legs resting on a footrest. Above him, her daughter, spread eagle her legs spread open, her wet pussy exposed for all those who can see, her back arched and her arms gripping the back of the couch. Andrew's tongue halfway into her tight little asshole, pussy juice running from her wet opening down onto Andrew's chin and spreading down his neck. A loud hard groan came up from deep with inside Christina, it was almost demonic. And then she came, hard shuttering orgasm forcing her to ejaculate from deep within her pussy. A flow of thick white cum rolled from her hole to Andrew's mouth. He lapped it up, trying to get what he could and swallow, the remainder gushing down the sides of his mouth. Christina was frozen, her muscles locked up but her core shaking hard. Her legs switching from knee to hip until she finally feel to the side. She continued to shake, only this time a nasty grunt followed. Andrew watched her, wiping his face, pushing her pussy cum into his mouth and swallowing. 

As he watched Christina's orgasm finish rocking through her, he looked over at her mother. No longer did she seem upset, but intrigued. Her eyes were glassy and she was inadvertently licking her lips. "That's what happens when your daughter has an anal orgasm." Andrew said, feeling proud of himself. "And she only keeps going."

"What?" Christina's mother asked, shocked, horny, dazed. 

Christina rolled from her side, coming out of her orgasm and never saying a word. She got to her knees, and crawled over to Andrew staring at him with a dangerous smile and sexually explosive eyes. She crawled right up to him, pushing him back and kissing him deep and hard at the same time. Her hands worked his pants, reaching inside and pulling his cock and balls out from the confines of his boxers. 

She kicked the footrest away and slunk down between Andrew's legs and inhaled his cock. She took it all, every inch down to his pubic hair and staid there for a moment, Andrew's hand came to her head and he pushed her down, making her take more if that were even possible only letting her go when she gagged. 

"Oh, my God." Her mother said.

Christina gasped and sucked in some air as spit ran from her mother to Andrew's now wet penis. "Yeah, exactly" Christina said between breaths. 

"How did you do that?" Her mother asked. 

"It's called skillz, mom." Christina said before taking another big breath and then going back down on Andrew's hard cock, once again deep throating him to his balls. Her mother slid to her hands and knees, crawling over with curiosity watching her daughter choke, gag and spit all over Andrew's shaft. 

"Wow." She whispered and she came up right along side the two, her face a few inches away from her daughters, staring like a curious student. And to impress her mother, Christina stuck her tongue out while in total deep throat and thrashed at Andrew's aching balls. When she pulled out she looked over at her mother, smiling with pride. "That's how it's done. That's how a real woman sucks a cock." Christina said, again between breaths. 

Her mother watching closely as her own daughter expertly sucked her boyfriend's dick. She took it deep, she took it hard and never flinched, her eyes never watered, all that happened was her mouth got more and more filled with thick heavy spit, perfect for homemade lube. 

Christina stopped sucking Andrew's dick and sat back on her knees, taking a slinger of spit she wrapped it around Andrew's penis and started sliding her hands up and down, jerking him off slowly, making sure his shaft was wet and slick from head to balls. "Ever been fucked in the ass, mom?" Christina asked. 

"No." Her mother said, inquizitively. "Have you?" 

"All the time." Christina replied, pleased with herself. "And I'm gonna do it again, right now." 

"Now?" Her mother questioned. Watching again closely as Christina stood up taking the remaining spit from her hands and rubbing it into her asshole. Then she turned around. Andrew grabbed the based of his cock to steady it, like he's done it a million times. Her mother sat back and watched, so curious she almost wanted to be under Christina's ass while she got fucked. Andrew looked over at Christina's mother, smiling, now just rolling along with this complete act of sexual debatchery. 

Christina once again straddle Andrew's legs, going in reverse cowgirl style and lowered herself down onto Andrew's cock, guiding it along the way, making sure to enter the right hole. After all, it wasn't her pussy that needed to be penetrated. 

Andrew's cock head popped hard and fast up her hole and she stopped freezing to let the initial burn subside. She grit her teeth and groaned slightly, her hand at the base of Andrew's shaft, holding it tightly as his hands moved away and went to her hips.

"Does it hurt?" Her mother asked. 

"Only at the beginning, that's the best part. That first burst of pain." Christina replied, grunting. "Then it's pure...pleasure." She groaned as she slid herself all the way down, balls deep as they say on Andrew. She sat there a moment, letting her insides adjust to the sudden shift in position. As she did, her mother also shifted, crawling in front of her and Andrew and taking a seat to watch his cock pump in and out of her tight butt. 




Remote Accident



Christina then reached back and grabbed a hold once again to the back of the couch. Next she brought her left leg up, propping her foot onto the top of Andrew's thigh, then the right one. Her legs were spread open wide, her back arched back and her pussy was well exposed, not to mention her penetrated asshole, which for the time being was covered by Andrew's balls seeing how deep Christina was being penetrated. Then slow Christina pulled her powerful legs up, tightening her abs letting Andrew's cock slide out slightly, showing that her ass was in fact being fucked. 

"Wow." Her mother said, gasping. "It's really in there."

"Yes it is." Christina groaned before coming back down for the first of many pumps. 

As she watched, her mother started to touch her self. Through her clothing at first, then reaching up and unbuttoning her pants and sliding her hand inside. She leaned back, pushing her legs out and open, letting her hand get some room inside her pants, getting to a good contact with her pussy, which was incredibly wet right now. Much more so than she ever thought it would be. The act of defiance had turned into a sexual lesson where the daughter became the teacher. 

Christina picked up the pace, going up higher, coming down harder on Andrew's fat hard cock. He sat still, his eyes closed grunting with the movements of the horny woman bouncing on his rod. His hands rested on the fold of her hips and he was just enjoying the motions until it was time to shift positions as Christina often liked to do. He was blocked from the scene in front of him, Christina's mother masturbating on the floor, Christina's big tits bouncing in her bra under her thin white t-shirt. 

Her mother watched more and more intensely, paying close attention to every thrust of Christina's pelvis, every penetration of Andrew's cock. Her daughter was impaling herself, groaning and moaning, screaming "fuck" as it seemed needed. Then she stopped and rested, breathing heavily and dropping her feet back to the floor. She leaned over to catch her breath, which revealed to Andrew that Christina's mother was sitting front of them, rubbing her pussy under her jeans. By now she had unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and had popped her big white milk filled titty from her bra and was rubbing and pinching her hard brown nipples. "Shit." Andrew said in surprise. 

"Don't stop, please...don't." Her mother pleaded. 

"We're not." Christina said, lifting her head and staring her mother deeply in the eye. Her face was bright red from the energy she was exerting. Her legs were burning, sweat was beading at her forehead, which she wiped away. She stood up and dropped to her hands and knees on the floor. She kept her hard stare on her mother and started crawling towards her, stopping on a few inches from her. "Mount me." she said. 

"What?" Her mother stammered, confused, unsure of the instruction. But Christina looked back at Andrew. He knew what she meant. He stood up, lowering his pants down and kicking them to the side. He started walking towards Christina, his boner bouncing with each step. Her mother took the moment to admire Andrew's young cock, how hard it was, how ridged it was, standing straight up and out like it was searching for a wet sloppy hole to fuck. 

He positioned himself behind her then squatted down, guiding his cock back into her ass. Christina's mother watch her daughter's face as it dropped and twitched upon penetration. Then Andrew began to hump her, no check that, he began to fuck her, hard. 

Christina began screaming as Andrew thrust down and into Christina, stopping for a moment at maximum penetration, then smacking her ass hard leaving a large red welt. "Yes!" She would yell out, closing her eyes then opening them to see her mother expression. 

"This is how it's done, mom. Like this, watch him, watch him fuck your daughters ass." Christina grunted, spitting at her mother as the carnal lust exploded from her. Andrew couldn't watch the exchange from daughter to mother, but mother was willing watch daughters face as it was filled with angry sexual ecstacy. It only fueled her to rubber her pussy harder, pinch her nipple faster until her own orgasm was about to fire off. 

She fell backwards, her hand buried in her jeans, her fingers three deep into her sloppy hole and she began to moan, louder and louder until she feel into convulsions. Lerching and screaming as her orgasm shot through her body leaving her exhausted. Her pussy left a growing wet stain as she finally stopped shaking. "That was..." she started, but couldn't finish. She was too out of breath. But that didn't stop her from sitting up, grabbing her daughter by the face and planting a kiss on her, directly on the lips, pushing her tongue inside her mouth. And Christina was too lost in the moment, too filled with raw sex that she didn't pull away and she willingly let her mother's tongue inside and they kissed. Mother and daughter lip locked. Then Christina began shaking, began grunting while her lips were connected to her mothers. Her mother knew what this meant and she quickly pulled her self away and rushed to get behind her daughter to watch her explosive orgasm. And she made it just in time as Christina's pussy began shaking and rocking deep inside producing yet another explosive, creamy ejaculating orgasm. It ran from her pussy, spreading over her clit and around her legs. 

Christina fell to the floor and Andrew's cock was left exposed, no more hole to cover it. He stood up and began jerking off. Christina let the shocking orgasm finish rocking through her body then pushed herself back up to all fours. "Cum inside me." She instructed, looking back at Andrew. He lowered himself down and entered her again. He began thrusting, on the brink of orgasm himself. 

"Inside you?" Her mother asked. Christina simply nodded. 

Then Andrew lowered himself to his knees. He knew his legs would give out when he blew his load, but he never left the warm confines of her butt hole. Then he slowed his power thrusts and drove in deep and left himself there while his cock exploded, jetting cum inside Christina, filling her. His nuts ached bad as his fulfilling orgasm emptied him. They staid there locked together for a moment, pressed together like a puzzle piece. Her mother knew all to well the pleasures of feeling cum inside her. But never knew what it was like inside her anus. She wondered as she watched the two young people before her, glistening with sweat and exhausted from the explosion of sexual energy. 

She pushed herself back, watching as Andrew and Christina fell to the floor together, spooning and kissing each other with deep appreciation. What she had just witnessed and watched and did was something she thought would never happened. It made her wonder what she was missing out on. Could she get her husband to give her the same treatment? Would he be willing? Would she?



Remote Control



We have a lunch out planned, and meet at your place before we go. The weather is still warm enough that you've worn a nice, short black skirt for me, with a soft silk top. I pause at the door to admire you as you smile and slowly turn on your heels; complimenting you on your choice. But I mention that I have one addition to your outfit, if you trust me enough to wear it. You look at me questioningly, but answer "Of course", as I pull a small box from behind my back.

"What is it?" you ask, turning the box in your hands? "Jewelry?"

"No honey, it's something special. Go into the restroom and you'll see. I want you to wear it while we eat."

Still curious, you go into the bathroom and open the box, surprised at what you find. Nestled in soft velvet lies what appears to be a vibrator. You pull it out to look closer at it; sure enough, it has that slim, smooth shape to slide inside, but there are some strange, molded ridges in the rubber about three-quarters of the way up. A small finger-like projection at the base must be there to tease your clit. But where does that short wire go? And how do you turn it on? You turn back to the box, seeing a brief note in the top. It simply says to insert it normally, but make sure the wire runs outside of your panties. Wondering just what I have in mind, you decide to trust me; it's not the first time one of us has teased the other at lunch. 

Taking a small bit of lotion to moisten it, you ease your thong to one side and slowly slide it into your pussy; already wondering how you're going to walk with this. But it glides in smoothly, surprising you as the soft finger rests against your clit just right. It rides inside you like it was custom-made, and you notice the wire runs smoothly just inside the thigh as you move your thong back to hold it in, and barely hanging down an inch. Grinning to yourself, you walk back out; your own movements causing it to shift slightly to and fro, and causing your to already moisten. I grin myself as I see you; there's an enticing new wiggle to your walk as you try to hold it in place, and I can see the outline of your nipples rising through the blouse.

"Well?", I ask, "Does it fit?"

You laugh as you answer, "Of course! But how do you turn it on baby?"

I only smile again, and say "All in time, my dear. You'll see..." With these words, I take your hand and lead you towards the door; telling you I'd like to walk the few blocks to a new restaurant on the beach, seeing that it's such a lovely day.

The sun is shining brightly as we walk, and the sidewalks are crowded as everyone enjoys the nice weather. But you barely notice, constantly distracted by the feeling as you try to walk with this toy inside; your nipples are hard enough to be obvious to anyone passing by, and you know your juices are starting to seep already. Thank god you wore a thong and black skirt, because you'll be soaked if this keeps up you think. That little finger has the most incredible way of tickling your clit as well..

You look over at me, wondering at my thoughts, but I only smile back. After a block, you're almost able to control the feelings when suddenly you yelp slightly and jump. Did that thing just vibrate inside you? You look at me again, to see me smiling more. You gasp in surprise again; this time it DEFINITELY vibrated! You meet my eyes as you grab my arm, asking "How? How is it doing that?" You don't even care about the strange looks we're getting now as people pass, you're so distracted by this... thing... deep in your pussy.

"Right here," I answer as I pull my hand from my pocket, along with a small box. "The wire is an antenna and this is the remote. I control the speed... the time... all of it. See?" as my finger slides a switch in front of your eyes; at the same time not only does the shaft vibrate faster inside you, but that little finger starts making soft, fast circles on your clit. You moan, trying to hold it under your breath, as your hand squeezes my arm tighter; this thing is hitting you just right and getting you so hot, and you don't even care that we're here in front of everyone.

"God honey, please. Give me the control, let's go home and play with this!" you manage to gasp, wanting to enjoy this new toy.

"Oh no. We're going to lunch. You'll just have to control yourself." At this, I slide the switch off and start to walk again. You pause, trying to catch your breath and recover; finally turning to follow me as you wonder how much I'm going to tease you.

It's only ten more minutes to the restaurant, but it seems like ten hours as I continue to torture you. At these odd intervals, you get the sensations.... the "finger" teasing your stiff clit... the body vibrating inside you... or both together... each one tormenting you. You can feel the juices from your pussy oozing out and down your thigh as you walk, and you keep pleading with me to stop teasing you. But I just smile and keep going; turning it off and on at random intervals. Your breathing gets harder and faster, and it's all you can do to keep from moaning out loud as your passion builds. I know you're going to get me back for this, but I'm loving every moment!

Finally we reach the restaurant, and are led right to a table looking over the boardwalk. You take your seat with relief, feeling like you've just run all the way here. I laugh softly at you, and you give me a fierce glare back, promising revenge... At just that moment the waitress comes up and asks if we want anything to drink. I order water, and just as you open your mouth, you're surprised by the strongest throbbing yet from this thing; the waitress looking at your face in surprise as you barely ask for your own... she walks away and all you can do is sink back in your chair, not even caring that your legs are spread slightly for the people to see, your nipples poking through the silk; all you care about are the feelings as this thing throbs and pulses deep inside you, the little nub rubbing your clit in faster and faster circles... your juices are flowing freely now, soaking your thong through, and oozing down to the chair below, and I can smell that faint hint of arousal from your sweet pussy. More... more... you're gasping slightly, trying to keep it in as you get hotter and hotter... and then... No! It stops!

You look at me in anger again, but this time for a different reason. "Why? Why stop?", you moan, "Please quit teasing and let me cum!"

"In a moment baby. Relax and enjoy the day, look at the beach and the waves."

Realizing you have no choice as long as I hold the controls, you try to do as I say. But it's almost impossible, even when it isn't running you can feel the thickness inside you. And I continue to make it worse, every few minutes running it again... sometimes fast... sometimes slow... but each time driving you wild. You've completely given in to the feelings now, not even realizing where you are as you nibble absently at your food, staring into the distance... your legs are spread in your seat as you push back and forth slightly, hips moving involuntarily as the toy throbs, fingers absently teasing a nipple, or being sucked slightly into your mouth as I get you hotter and hotter. Your moans and gasps are even a little louder each time now – you don't realize it, but you've gathered a small audience. A few guys, and even some of the girls on the beach have realized something is going on, and are watching closely as your arousal grows.

Finally, you think you're about to die; you look at me pleading, begging, "Please, anything. Anything you want! Just let me cum!" Not caring who hears. Not caring that your legs are open, the skirt riding up. Not caring that your juices have soaked your thong, skirt, and the seat below. Only caring about the climax you need.

"Alright... I've teased enough. Are you ready baby?" I say, as I place the remote on the table in your view.

"YES! Please!"

"Then get ready." At this my hand reaches out, and the thing goes mad within you. Not only are the vibrations pulsing and whirring within you, but there's something new... the tip has started pistoning deep inside your tight pussy, barely moving an inch each time, but giving you the most incredible sensations. The little tickler has gone wild on your clit, feeling just like a perfect tongue as it moves faster and faster. "Yes, yes, yes!" you gasp, moaning loudly as it seems everyone stops to watch. The crowd on the beach has no illusions now, your fingers pinching and squeezing your nipples, hips pumping to meet the wonderful toy deep inside you. It finally happens – you CUM! Over and over, feeling the orgasm sweep throughout your body, shaking you to the core. Your scream of pleasure could probably be heard for miles. It seems like the thrill is never going to end, but you slowly... slowly... start to come down; the vibrations slowing seemingly in time with your own body.

You suddenly realize what's happened, and start to blush furiously as I take your hand and bring you to your feet. But the bystanders only clap their hands furiously as I walk you out, having witnessed the most erotic show most will probably ever see.

On the walk home I hand you the remote, and see you smile as you imagine the possibilities...



Remote Control



The house was quiet; not silent but very quiet. Outside her bedroom window she could hear the subdued thrum of traffic like a calm sea rippling on a distant shore. The sounds had diminished as the evening had dwindled into night.

Still the telephone beside her didn’t ring.

What to do? She was not allowed to call him: it was against the rules. She would have liked to touch herself, to relieve the tension that had been building for too long. That, too. was against the rules. 

She thought of her previous lover, how inconsiderate he had been, Not for him the slow burn of anticipation, the subtlety of foreplay, the variations of touch and tempo that could delay the inevitable over an exquisite hour or more of give and take. When the mood took him he would finger her until she was wet not as a means of welcoming her to the game of desire bur merely to facilitate his entry. She had learned how to move against him, meeting thrust with thrust, fantasising at the same time, and sometimes that would bring on her orgasm; often she was left unsatisfied. When he was finished, he would sleep, leaving her to masturbate or to find solace in sleep herself. The relationship was doomed but still he seemed surprised when she ended it.

So where was she now? Had she gone from extreme to extreme? Was this better? Yes, much, much better. At the age of twenty-seven, she knew her own body and mind, how they could be made to work together. This was what she needed.

But the phone remained silent.

Thinking about it, she remained certain he would call. Once the arrangement was made, he never let her down. Exactly when it would be he never told her. She could only guess what delayed him but she knew the waiting had the same effect on him as it did on her. She was sure of that.

When at last the phone sounded it startled her so much that she almost picked it up. But that was against the rules. It rang three times and stopped. The signal. It was him. Otherwise she might have answered and found herself unable to get her mother off the line at just the moment he was trying to get through. Now, after a brief pause, it rang again and she could pick up the receiver.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes.” God, was she ready!

“Tell me, then.”

“What?”

“Everything.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Go on.”

“Hard”

He said nothing.

“But make it last.”

“Go on.”

“What do you want?”

“Tell me.”

In her impatience she had almost forgotten what came next. “Oh, yes, the blue. Panties and bra, the ones you like. And stockings, hold-ups. That’s all.”

“No suspender belt?”

“Oh. No.”

“Next time. You must remember.”

“Yes. Next time.” She waited for him to speak again. This time he did not prolong the expectation.

“On the bed?”

“Yes, on my back. Shall I take them off?”

“Wait.”

There was a pause. She knew he was still there because she could hear him breathing. There would be more interludes like this, though she could never be sure at what point they would occur. He was always in charge. Those were the rules.

After a while, he said, “Now. But take your time.”

Setting the receiver aside momentarily, she sat up, reached behind her and unclasped the bra. When it fell, she saw herself in the dressing table mirror. She was proud of her breasts, high and firm, the dark nipples slightly upturned.

“I’m going to touch my tits,” she said into the telephone. “As though it’s your hands. I’ll pinch the nipples. Not too hard because it hurts, but I like that.”

“Harder.”

She did as she was told, moulding, tweaking, squeezing, testing her limits. It was good. She knew he was listening, visualising, drawing conclusions from the rapidity of her breathing.

“Enough.”

“What now?”

“The panties.”

Lifting her hips, she slid the silky material slowly down her thighs, wondering if he could pick up the sound, knowing that this was one of the big moments for him.

“Now open.”

“I am.”

“Wide.”

She raised her legs to rest the soles of her feet on the bed, knees apart, spreading herself, wishing he were there to see, to feel, to lick. Knowing what would be next, she waited for him to give the signal. But there was only silence. There was an ache in her groin that could not be contained much longer. She needed to touch herself but until he spoke it was against the rules.

A minute passed, then two, before he said, “Ready?”

“You know.”

“Test, then. And tell me.”

At last she was able to put a hand between her legs, part the lips and slide an index finger inside.

“Very wet. Like always.”

“You have the instrument.”

“Yes.” She turned her head towards the plastic phallus on the bedside table, reached out, took it in her left hand and waited, the telephone in her right hand pressed to her ear, willing him to continue.

“You know where now.”

“In my mouth. As if it were you.”

Holding the receiver close to her mouth, she took her time licking and sucking the dildo, greedily, noisily. This was where she tried to gauge from his breathing how he was responding. Was she doing it as well as he wanted? Was his moment getting closer, just as hers was.

“We can go more quickly.” He seemed to have read her thoughts. “Continue. And tell me. Everything.”

“I’ve made it very wet with my mouth. It’s hard and shiny. I wish it was you because it’s going in now.” She held the telephone towards her vagina, wanting him to hear the squish as the folds of her labia welcomed the instrument into her inner depths, wet and aroused by the sensation of that void that had ached for so long being filled. Then she began to move it in and out, relishing the sensation, emitting a little “oh” of pleasure with each firm penetration, hoping he would hear.

“Now I’m going to leave it inside. I can tighten my muscles to hold it there.”

This was one of the testing moments. If he was still fully in control of himself, he would make her wait. On the other hand, if she had aroused him sufficiently, he wouldn’t apply the rules.

He said, “Go on.”

“It’s my left hand now, finding my clit. It’s hard and slippery from my juices. I'm starting to rub it. Quite fast. It won’t take log.”

“Stop.”

She had been deceived, lured into believing that from here they would work together for the ultimate devouring sensation. But she was mistaken: he was still in control of himself, still able to enforce the rules. Although her clitoris was virtually demanding the final explosion, she stayed her hand. Waiting. The telephone in her other hand clasped to her ear. Then she realised the the line had gone dead.

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Below in the sitting room he switched off his cell phone and placed it on the table beside his arm hair. Rising, he stowed his throbbing erection away, zipped and went slowly up the stairs. In the subdued light of the bedroom he found her exactly as he had pictured her: on her back, knees spread wide, one hand clamped between her thighs, the discarded bra and panties on the floor. 

He walked to the side of the bed and slowly removed his clothes, her eyes following every movement, her left hand still folded over her vagina. After a pause, he spoke.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes.” God, was she ready!

“Tell me, then.”

“What?”

“Everything.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Go on.”

“Hard.”

He said nothing.

“But make it last.”

And then, with consummate skill, he did. There were no longer any rules. His cock was hard and demanding, her mouth and cunt eager and compliant. He turned her on to her knees and mounted her from behind, reached underneath her to cup her tits with his hand. He motioned her on to her back and buried his face into her musky depths. She talked to him all the time, words of encouragement, “Yes, there ... that’s good ... like that but faster ... hold off a second ... now be a stallion for me ... nobody can fuck like you ... do it ,,, do it again.” At one point he manoeuvred into the sixty-nine position, as she sighed with joy, took his cock into her mouth, caressed his balls with her fingers. Three times, an orgasm swept through her body in an ecstatic wave. Until at last she cried out to him: “Now, ride me until you fill me.” When the spunk burst from his cock she thought she could feel it spatter against her inner walls, flooding her like never before.

For a long while they lay in each other’s arms, kissing, caressing, remembering. Finally, he asked, “Was I good? Did everything work for you.”

“Yes,” she said. “It always does. And thank you again for letting me set the rules.”



Remote Control



WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't!

I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to a one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without sharing it with me. (I'm not greedy, but I did write it.)

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"Well hello there, little missy," was the first thing I heard, only as a disembodied voice.

"This is going to be so much fun! I realize that you are still quite heavily medicated but here it is in a nutshell... I have transformed you from a big strong man into a helpless and weak little woman with shall I say, many entertaining attributes, which will reveal themselves at the proper time. So lay there feeble and pathetic and enjoy the ride sissy!" the sexy feminine voice informed me and then she cackled like a fairy tale witch.

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The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital room with a very sexy looking nurse holding my hand.

"Oh sweetie, I'm so glad you are awake," the nurse said.

"Wha..." I croaked.

"It's all right hon., don't try to talk. You were found on the hospital's doorstep in pretty rough shape," she told me.

"Apparently some surgery was done to you and you seemed to be a bit malnourished as well," she continued. "Don't worry about a thing though, you are alright now. We'll take good care of you."

What the hell was she talking about? The last thing I can remember is coming out of my new apartment in downtown Seattle. I was on my way to get another load of furniture from my car... then I am here with this fruitcake nurse calling me, sweetie?

"It's a good thing you had your purse with you or we wouldn't have had any Idea who you were or anything else about you, Diane," the fruitcake nurse said.

"Who the Fuck is Diane?" I croaked.

"Oh dear, oh uh... well you are Diane, Miss," the fruitcake nurse told me, "Uh... I'll be right back. I have to consult with your Doctor for a minute. You just rest there and stay calm."

Me, stay calm? She's the one sounding all excited. I could hear her rush out of the room, while I slipped back into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness.

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"There, she's coming around again," said the deep masculine voice. "Hi there, Diane. It's nice to finally see you opening those lovely green eyes, by yourself."

"Why the hell is everybody calling me, Diane?" I mumbled.

"Because my dear, that's what your driver's license say's your name is," said the man's voice.

"Whatever my license might say, my name is Howard. Additionally, why does my whole body hurt?" I asked, still not opening my eyes more than what was necessary to be able to see shadows. It was just too darn bright in here.

"Well Diane... Uh... Howard, you have had some rather extensive surgery done to you, that's why your body hurts, as to why we don't call you Howard, well... since I have examined you, very thoroughly I might add, I find that most people named Howard, do not have ovaries, or a uterus!" the Doctor assured me.

"Ovaries... Uterus... I don't..." I fell unconscious again.

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My eyes opened, and I surveyed my surroundings. I was in your run of the mill hospital room. I seemed to have an IV in my arm and there was a machine beeping in rhythm with my heartbeat.

My door was open and curtained, and just as I noticed that, said curtain swung open quite suddenly as I watched.

"Ah, you look so much better today," the fruitcake nurse, told me perkily.

I was still taking in my surroundings when she grabbed my wrist to take my pulse.

"Oh my dear God!" I said, noticing just how small and frail my wrist looked, even compared to the pretty nurse's small hands.

"Your pulse is normal and strong. How are you feeling?" she asked.

"What did you people do to me?" I screeched the beeping becoming quite a bit faster suddenly.

"Why, WE have done nothing to you, but nurse you back to health. We discovered you on our doorstep, obviously having undergone a lot of surgery. You looked as though you had just been wheeled out of an operating room and then dumped in the hallway outside of our emergency room. So what WE did to YOU is HEAL YOU UP and SAVE YOUR LIFE," she informed me, sounding rather indignant.

"My wrist is so small and my voice... I sound like a... a... a girl," I softly said, the beeping not slowing one bit.

"I don't know how to break it to you, but honey, you are a girl. Moreover, by everything we have been able to determine you always were a girl. For instance, last week while you were still pretty out of it, you menstruated," she insisted, her attitude softening a little.

"Menstruated? A period? Only girls have periods..." I was still pretty dopey, but this just can't be!

"That's a fact. So, why do you keep insisting you are someone named, Howard?" she asked me, her small feminine fists planted on her hips.

"My name IS Howard Samuels. I'm a College student at the University of Washington. I just started my freshman year," I informed her.

"I'm glad to meet you Howard although, I am curious as to where you got these lovely breasts? Boobs-R-Us?" she quipped and squeezed my heretofore-unnoticed baseball sized boob.

"That feels... weird, what the hell...? Do that again?" I asked, half stunned, half excited.

She gave me a lengthy grope in answer to which I released a long, low, blissful moan.

"How was that honey, bring anything back?" she asked.

"Oh God, that felt wonderful! That's the first time I've felt anything like that... ever," I had my head back and my eyes closed, panting, and licking my lips, enjoying the feelings she had evoked, with the machine beeping frantically in the background.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the fruitcake nurse's eyes grow to the size of quarters rather rapidly and then she pressed my call button and another nurse popped her head into my room.

"Get Doctor Burnheart! I think she really was a man," her voice had grown high and excited.

"No shit!" the other nurse said, as she bolted off to get the Doctor.

"When you showed up here the ID you had, indicated that your name is Diane Toyavich. Things for now would be simpler if I can call you Diane or do you still insist that I call you Howard?" she asked a distasteful look on her face indicating her preference.

"You keep squeezing my boobs like that and you can call me slut. That was soooo good," I closed my eyes remembering the feel of her hand.

"I was ah... just hoping to shock you out of your delusion. I didn't mean to, ah... make a lesbian come on to you or anything," she stammered, beet-red faced and embarrassed.

"Are you sure you won't do it again? Maybe it will work after a few more tries," I begged.

"Not a chance. You like it to much," she stroked my face, looking into my bewildered eyes.

"Does it feel that good to all women when someone does that to their boobs?" I asked her, recognizing by her manner that she cared and wanted to help.

"I can't speak for all women, but yeah, it feels that good to me when someone does that to my boobs," she admitted tweaking my nose and smiling at me.

"I think I might have wet the bed," I told her, my face red with shame.

"You couldn't... ah, you have a catheter in your... ah vagina," she assured me, puzzled that I would not recognize what had happened.

"Then why do I feel all, uh... wet, you know down there?" I asked her, glancing at my crotch to indicate what I meant.

"I'll check," she promised, although she seemed fairly certain what she would find.

I could feel her lift the covers, my gown, and she spread my legs slightly to check me out, "It seems, ah... that you are just... sexually excited. Don't worry it was quite a normal reaction to being fondled. That's what we women do when we're turned on, we start to lubricate our vaginas."

"Vagina? How can that be? No one can change a man into a woman. They can only make men into, ah... something that looks like a woman. Are you sure that I've got ovaries?" I asked, traumatized to have been included in the, 'we women' explanation and the accusation that I have a vagina.

"Oh yes, you ovulated and had a period. Those men, who have had that, ah... operation you mentioned can't do that. That's why we thought you were just a woman who had been traumatized," she claimed, clearly uncomfortable but staying with me and holding my hand persistently. "I had better leave anything else for the Doctor to explain."

A few minutes later, the curtain swung open again and a woman Doctor poked her head in, "Maggie, I see you have our prize patient well in hand," she said to the fruitcake nurse.

Nurse Maggie stood and motioned the Doctor over toward the window and had a quick whispered consultation.

"No kidding?" the Doctor asked a little too loudly.

Nurse Maggie nodded her head, after saying, "Shhh."

They both came back over to me.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Betty Burnheart. Maggie here tells me that you have never had your breasts stimulated before. Is that true?" she asked, standing by my bed, clipboard in hand.

"Not until about ten minutes ago I hadn't," I claimed, "but I sure did like it! You can give them a squeeze too, if you'd like," I smiled hopefully up at the sexy Doctor.

"Interesting. She says that she believed you. Not because of what you said, but by how you reacted. From what I just heard, I think we'll try something else. Have you felt anything like this before?" she reached her hand underneath the sheets and I felt her finger slip into my body in a way that was utterly impossible. Then she touched, IT!

"Oh, oh baby. That's even better than the boob thing! Ooh, ooh!" I squealed, laying limply and biting my lower lip with my eyes closed.

She stopped quickly, seemingly very startled.

"How...? You had your finger... inside of me?" I gazed up at her face in shocked confusion.

The Doctor looked at nurse Maggie, "I think you're right. This patient has never felt her sexual organs stimulated before. At her age she should have at least had her finger inside herself taking a shower or bathing just to cleaned herself down there."

"Doctor please, turn me back into a man. I have classes that I have to start attending, and a life to get back to," I begged frantically, distraught.

"If you really were a man named Howard, and I am starting to believe that you were, even so, I know of no way to turn a fully functional woman into a fully functional man or visa versa for that matter," the Doctor insisted straight faced, shaking her head, "It's beyond all current medical science to do that."

"Then how do you explain what happened to me?" I whined, "Look at me, all soft and tiny, I wasn't like this when I left my apartment, that's for damn sure," I indicated my tiny form with my hands.

"As far as I'm concerned, what you say happened to you is impossible. I can't explain it," the Doctor threw her hands up in a shrug. "There was something strange that we found while examining you. We ah... ran an MRI on you so we could get a look inside, without disturbing the healing of your incisions since you were in such rugged shape when you arrived and discovered that you have several small metallic objects implanted throughout your body. We have no idea what they are for and frankly, we were afraid to fool around with them in the off chance that they were there on purpose, to help certain areas of your body function properly. It appeared that they were placed at these sites by all of the surgery that had been performed on you before you were dumped on our doorstep."

"Well, take them out," I pleaded, looking over my form as if I could see through the bedding and nightie.

"Unfortunately, your insurance is at issue here, if you are indeed Diane Toyavich your stay here in the hospital with us is covered. If you are not Diane Toyavich, and indeed are Howard Samuels, we will need to know your insurance company's name so that we might submit to them for payment of such extensive surgery. We already tried to submit for Diane Toyavich and she was, rejected for the removal surgery. If we can prove you are Howard Samuels, do you have insurance that will even pay for the hospital bill you have already rung up?" Dr. Burnheart asked cold-heartedly, her arms folded underneath her breasts expectantly.

There it was. It all boiled down, to the golden rule, and since I had no gold...

"Um, 'gulp,' does Diane's insurance cover the whole bill so far?" I asked feeling small, frail, and very uncertain.

"Oh yes, Diane has very good coverage, although elective surgery is not covered," she informed me enthusiastically.

I felt so helpless that I began to cry. I never cry. I didn't cry when my father died, so why am I crying now?

Nurse Maggie held me and told me everything was going to be all right.

The Doctor just stood there, hands on hips, looking exasperated.

I whispered, to nurse Maggie, "If I tell her the truth they'll kick me out of here and saddle me with a huge bill that will take years to pay and I'll never be able to go to college, and I don't think I'm strong enough to be released yet. I really am Howard, but I think I'll have to lie to her to stay here and get better." I was petrified that I'd find myself on the sidewalk like this with nothing, and nowhere to go.

Nurse Maggie just rocked me back and forth on the bed as she stood next to it holding me and said, "Shh, that's all right DIANE. Everything's going to be okay."

"I'll come back later and check on the patient when she's calmed down a bit, nurse," Dr. Burnheart told her, spun on her black high heels, and left with a very arousing sway to her hips.

"She's so pretty, so why is she so mean?" I sniffed.

"She is just telling you the truth of your situation, before you started to convince everyone here that you're nuts and then had to be committed or thrown out of the hospital," she told me. "I think she believes you, but there is nothing anyone at this hospital can do to change it, and it seems whoever did this to you, has arranged an identity for you, so for the time being it would be better if you assume that identity until you can figure all of this out."

"But, I don't know how to be a girl. What am I going to do when I am all better?" I blubbered burying my head in her bosom.

"Well as far as your first question is concerned, I might be able to come up with a few practiced teachers on that subject, me for one. Moreover, as far as to answer your second question, I don't know, but I'll personally help you find out if you would like. I have a few contacts that can look into both, Howard and Diane, and help you find out what to do. Does that make you feel any better?" Nurse Maggie told me as she rubbed my back in little circles, which was more soothing than you can believe, "In fact, I think I can convince Dr. Burnheart, to do some checking, on the QT, too."

"Do you think I can call my mom too?" I asked her. (Hey, sometimes a guy needs his mom too, you know!)

"What are you going to tell her? Her son is now a pretty little strawberry blonde girl?" she asked, looking me in the eye earnestly.

"I can't even have my mom to comfort me, can I?" the floodgates opened up again and I just lay there sobbing and feeling alone in the world.

"Can I fill in for her? At least until we can find a way to tell her?" Maggie asked, with her eyes flooding but not quite leaking yet.

I clung to her even tighter, "Thank you Maggie, that is so nice of you to offer. I know you don't have to, and the only thing I can give you in return is all the gratitude this little body can muster. I know it's not much. Even before when I was a man I didn't have much. Now it seems like even what little I had in the world has been, stolen. I don't even know who I am or for that matter, what girls do. I know it's selfish of me to accept your kind offer, but I think I'm going to need you so very much." I clutched tightly to her, sobbing and trembling all over.

She held me for a time until my overwhelming emotions finally began to calm down.

"Well, why don't you watch some TV or take a nap for a while. I have some duties to attend to before my shift ends. Then I'll come back when my shift is over and we can visit a while and you can tell me more about you, so I can get to work on what we talked about, okay?" nurse Maggie asked, pulling me off of her gently. (I clung to her so tightly I almost expected to hear a pop.)

"I think I'll be all right for a while. I'm still very frightened, but at least I know that someone cares about me, even a little bit, and that helps a lot, thanks Maggie," I told her, hugging her tightly. But only briefly this time and then kissed her on the cheek, "I'm so lucky to have a nurse and a friend as caring as you."

She blushed, holding her hand up to where I had kissed her, got up, and headed towards the door, "I have one small piece of advice for you to help you through this. We both know that some person is behind all of this and if it starts getting you down, tell yourself, 'I'm not going to let them win.' Can you do that for me? Good! You take things easy for now, my lovely new surrogate daughter, and don't get into any trouble while I'm gone," she giggled as she shook her finger at me, trying to look stern as she left to perform her other nursing duties.

Now that I was alone, I decided it was time to start to figure out some things about my new existence. I pulled off the covers and lifted my gown away from my, uh... body.

What I saw was unbelievable. Big pink areola, tight hard nipples poking out of firm full breasts and they were on... me! Mine? I scanned down my body to my waist, only to discover it was so small that it looked like I had been, pinched in half and the two halves were just starting to mend back together. Farther down still, more smooth hairless skin, sliding all the way down, to an 'M' shaped area, between my legs?

'That must be it... My... my... I can't even think it! My Pussy! There, I thought it!' I thought proudly.

I seemed to have lovely hairless legs with tiny feminine feet and cute little wiggly toes. Moreover, judging by the size of my body compared to that of the bed on which it lay, I was short. Very short, five feet tall at best which is a hell of a long way from the five foot eleven inches that I remember being.

I flipped the covers and my gown back into place. I had seen enough. I am certainly in the body of a woman now, no doubt about it. I shuddered with the knowledge of what I had just seen.

The telephone rang, startling me. Maybe Maggie, was calling from the nursing station? I picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"Diane, you are about to have your very first girly orgasm, hang on... ha, ha, ha, ha..." the receiver went dead.

My back arched, my eyes rolled up into my head, my toes curled up tight, and I had a death grip on the bed sheets and screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" as the telephone fell to the floor.

As I reveled in the afterglow, nurse Maggie came running in through the curtain, "Diane, are you alright?"

"Oh, I am so alright," I lay with my eyes closed, and stroking my own soft, strawberry blonde hair.

As she approached me, I heard her sniff, "Did you just masturbate yourself girl?" Maggie asked, obviously recognizing the aroma.

"No, I had a phone call and she said, 'You are about to have your very first girly orgasm.' And boy did I ever!" I exclaimed. "It felt so good. I hope she calls again."

"Honey, you had someone call you on the phone, tell you that you were about to orgasm, and then you just did?" Maggie asked my shuddering, quivering, little feminine body, because my mind, was adrift elsewhere.




Remote Control



"Oh yes. I did orgasm, and I like it. It felt so good," I moaned.

"Diane, you shouldn't orgasm, over a phone call. Who was it?" she asked.

"I don't know, it sounded like a woman's voice," I told her.

"That is very weird. Are you all right now?" she asked me.

"I'm terrific! I feel so wonderful," I stroked my lithe figure up and down my sides and purred.

"I have to finish up, I'll see you in a few minutes. You just lie there and bask in the afterglow," she giggled and left, shaking her head.

When Maggie returned, I was napping lightly, so when I finally roused, I felt her gently holding my hand and reading a romance novel, "Hi Maggie, have I been asleep long?"

"Not very. You needed your sleep, so I didn't wake you. It was nice just relaxing here and watching you sleep. Nevertheless, it's getting late now, and I should go home. I just didn't want you to wake up, alone. I'll be back tomorrow and see you, okay?" she asked.

"Thanks, Maggie momma. I'll see you tomorrow," I agreed sleepily, "Drive safe and please come back to me. Remember, little Diane needs you." (Yawn)

When she left, I realized that the wet spot I had been sitting in when I fell asleep was gone. I later learned that Maggie had changed the bed after her shift was over, not wanting me to have to endure the humiliation of having a stranger do it.

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The next morning Maggie visited me and brought several books on fashion, makeup, and feminine hygiene, which I gratefully accepted and read with more interest, than I would have ever believed a week ago, but of course now these things were about me.

Over the next week, Maggie helped me through many of the basics, in femininity. I had used the bathroom by myself, and now, I know how to do it properly (I didn't realize it was that complicated for girls). I could dress myself somewhat and even apply some basic makeup. Maggie even taught me how not to walk like, (as she put it) a clumsy elephant.

It was painfully obvious to the both of us that I still had, one hell of a long way, to go. Who knew that there was so much more to swapping genders, than just anatomical differences? Even simple stuff like, what kind of socks to wear for what kind of shoes. (Never, never wear socks with high heels. It makes Maggie crazy!)

Maggie had also discovered by this time that I live in a condo a few miles away, at least that's what the information in my purse indicates, as well as a set of keys that claim they will open the door.

"Maggie, I hate to ask this, but could you go by 'my condo' and check it out for me? One of the other nurses said that when I was found on the hospital doorstep, I was only wearing a plain white hospital gown with, 'my butt hanging out.' Maybe there are some clothes there you could bring back for me to go 'home' in? I might cause a commotion trying to walk out of here, naked," I hesitantly asked her after she had been quizzing me on deportment for about an hour.

"Sure honey, I'd be happy to. I am so proud of you, and I hear you are healing up so well, the doctor told me that you could go home tomorrow. Therefore, I'll have to swing by your condo tonight, and see what I can scare up. Why don't you get some sleep honey? I'll see you early tomorrow. It sounds like I'm going to have a busy evening. I'll need your purse. Do you mind if I take it with me?"

"Sure, you'll probably need it," I readily handed it over.

Maggie accepted it, but instructed, "One thing to remember after tonight for you though. A lady would never hand her purse over so readily. She keeps all of her most personal things there. Of course, I've been into this purse more than you have and you haven't had a chance to personalize it yet," she smiled really big. "Whoever planted this purse on you was definitely a woman though, there's a spare pair of panties, tampons, and Maxi Pads in it. A man might have thought about the last two, but the panties are certainly a woman's touch."

Maggie continued after a pause, "You know dear, after I have spent so much time with you, first when I cared for you while you were unconscious for two weeks, and then all of this week, and I have to tell you that I'm starting to feel very maternal toward you, like you really are my daughter."

She, swallowed hard and kept going, "There's something you should know about me. I found out years ago that I would never have any children of my own, so this last week has been rewarding in a way for me, that's hard to explain. I guess what I'm saying is, if you don't mind, I'd like to keep helping you after you go home," she was looking into her hands very intently, and seemed afraid I might turn her down.

"I'd like that mother, if you want to. I have grown so close to you too, in some ways, even closer than with, my... ah... Howard's real mother," I blushingly told her, after picking up her hands in mine and getting her to look me in the eyes.

She started crying and hugged me saying, "I guess I never knew how much I wanted to have my own child until I met you. You seemed to need me so much!"

"I'm so scared about what has happened to me, I needed you before and still need you more than you can know," I blubbered back, embracing her.

"It's settled then, at least for the near future. Anything you might expect from any other girl's mom, I'll be there to support and give to you. Now, you get some sleep young lady. Tomorrow I'll help you dress and take you home," she stroked my face and kissed me good night on the forehead.

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The next day Maggie came walking into my room lugging a small suitcase, "Girl, you are not going to believe that condo of yours! I picked up some clothes for you, but there doesn't seem to be very may outfits in the dressers or closets, maybe a week's worth of changes. It is all very strange. However, the furnishings and the view are unbelievable. Your condo is on the waterfront, of Lake Washington!" she squealed.

That news made my eyes pop open wide. That's some of the most expensive real estate around here.

"Have you had your shower and did you shave your legs and underarms like I showed you?" she queried setting the luggage down, and folding her arms under her bosom, like all moms do.

"Yes mom, I shaved just like you showed me," I said, in my most exasperated teenage girl's tones.

Maggie hugged me and giggled, "I just love it when you call me mom." She gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Let me show you what I brought for you to wear home, and then I'll help you get them on, okay?" she tossed the bag onto the end of the bed and popped the suitcase open.

"Are you going to have enough time before your shift?" I asked her concerned that she was spending so much time with me that she might be late for work.

"Don't worry your pretty head hon.. I took the week off so I could help you settle in and to try and help you to figure out what happened, and who did this to you," she started pulling clothes out of the suitcase and laying them out for me.

I picked up a pair of black lacy panties that looked like they were out of the 'Victoria's Secret Catalog,' and slipped them up my legs and over the big woman's butt I seemed to have acquired. (It feels even bigger than it looks when it's your butt.) Seeing those sexy panties up flat against my crotch made me shudder all over. No boy ever expects to see that, at least not from this angle.

Maggie came up to me and grabbed my arm saying, "Steady girl, I realize that you are not used to these kinds of sexy clothes, just try to enjoy all of the thrilling sensations you are going to feel," she said steadying me and misunderstanding my reason for shuddering.

"Whew, I'm kind of getting wet watching you in those. Damn girl, you look hot," she told me, with a genuinely admiring look on her face.

I blushed, but she had bolstered my confidence, so I put on the bra next, or that is to say, I tried to put on the bra, next. I was so lucky to have Maggie there to help me. I'm still a bit clumsy at it and she had to show me how to adjust the straps so that it fit properly. (How would I know how to adjust one? I never had anything to feed one with, before!) Once she had the lacy, soft, garment, gently caressing my breasts, I couldn't help but notice my nipples were incredibly clenched and poking out quite obviously through the lacy cups.

"Oh my, I do believe that you like your new bra," she tittered, staring at my protuberances.

I blushed, but still couldn't keep myself from cupping my boobs with my little hands and then moaning quietly, "Mmmmm."

Smiling broadly, Maggie walked up to me, cupped my breasts as well, and then gave my nipples a little tweak.

"Oh God!" my knees started to give out and Maggie had to catch me.

"Shhh, you'll have half of the nursing staff in here like that. I think you are going to like being a girl, whether you think so right now, or not," she grinned and steadied me.

"Thanks for catching me and you can do that again any time," I was still trying to catch my breath. "But if you do, I just hope you brought more than one pair of panties! Shit, I'm wearing panties, talking about them, and referring to me as the one wearing them, it's just so weird. But they feel so silky and sexy, Ooh," I was smoothing my hands on them, across my flat little tummy, still so very confused.

"Well, on that erotically enticing notion, let's move on to your pantyhose now, before the other nurses have to come in here and hose us both down," she had taken a hankie from her purse and was dabbing at her 'glowing' face with it lightly.

"Okay now, see you have to roll them up like this..." she went on like that, until I was fully dressed, wearing a mid-calf, plain looking, black skirt (Inherently sexy.), and a pastel pink, lacy silk blouse, walking around on, one inch high, black pumps. It was a very new and sensually arousing experience for me that I just loved.

She allowed me to do my own makeup. We had been practicing all week and she told me I did a really good job and only needed minor help from her.

"The doctor should be in to give you, your final exam any..." she started to say, while she was inspecting her handy work. (Namely me.)

"Ready to go home Diane?" Dr. Burnheart asked as she swept into the room, as she usually did. "Wow! Look at you! With that Strawberry Blonde hair and the knock out figure topped off by the waif looking face... I guess maybe we should send you home with a bodyguard," she was holding one of her hands against her upper chest, her eyes bugging out, ogling me.

"Dr. Burnheart, that is not a very professional attitude!" Maggie admonished moving closer toward me, protectively.

"I know... but... she is so beautiful... a real hottie! Every man in the hospital who sees her will either trip over his own tongue or drown in his own saliva," the Doctor exclaimed breathlessly. "I better notify the emergency room to expect casualties."

I started crying. The last thing I felt like being was beautiful.

"Examination over, Doctor! Diane is checking out, now," Maggie grabbed my hand, the suitcase, and stormed out of the hospital room and the hospital.

Dr. Burnheart followed at our heals, apologizing the whole way to Maggie's car, where Maggie stuffed me into the passenger seat and drove off, leaving Dr. Burnheart standing at the curb.

"I don't think she meant to be distasteful dear, but when she gets like that everything from there is a downhill spiral," Maggie confided as she carefully guided her car along the roads. "I'll see to the checkout paperwork later."

"Do I really look like a waif?" I asked, with my lower lip and chin trembling.

"Honey, you have so damn much waif that you could melt Scrooge's heart!" she told me. Squeezing my knee with her right hand, "And if you don't stop that chin tremble," she scolded, shaking her finger at me, though not taking her eyes from the road, "I'm going to have to stop this car, hold you, and rock you until you do stop."

I had to stop and giggle, "I can see I'm going to need lots of tissues for quite a while."

"Okay then sit back, relax, and we should be at your place in five minutes," she promised. "I hate to say this, but your place is so much nicer than mine I'm tempted to ask you to stay over for the week, so I won't have to spend the time driving to and fro. We can maximize our time getting you up to speed, woman skills wise that is," she admitted, with just the hint of a sly smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Would you? Please? I'm kind of afraid to be there alone, just yet," I asked her, feeling so tiny, feminine, and vulnerable sitting in her car, wearing panties, a bra, a full slip, pantyhose, skirt and a silk blouse, not one damn thing I was wearing could even be confused as masculine.

"It's settled then. Now, it's confession time. I already kind of, planned on this, so I have a suitcase in the trunk with a weeks worth of clothes in it already," she smiled at me reassuringly.

She turned off the road and entered a private garage, taking a code key from my purse, (Damn, that feels so unnatural to say, even now) to open the security barrier.

After parking in a spot, labeled 'Toyavich,' right next to the elevator, she grabbed our bags, (I tried to take mine, but she told me she didn't want me to open any incisions) and we entered the elevator.

She pressed the 'Penthouse' button and slipped the code key into a slot, which closed the door and brought us up to the penthouse.

"I, live in the penthouse?" I asked wide-eyed.

"I told you that it was nice. Wait until you see it," she was like a kid, on Christmas morning.

The elevator opened right into the condo, no hallway, and no corridor. (There was of course, a video camera and a monitor, which allowed us to see who was in the elevator before letting it come up.) It opened into the living room, a huge, elaborately decorated room with sofas, love seat, recliners, coffee tables, and the works. The whole East wall of the room was picture windows looking out over the lake and the buildings own docks. There was a flat panel, high resolution, TV hung on the wall and a nice looking desktop computer sitting on a roll top desk, off to one side.

The kitchen was huge with a butcher block in the middle, gas stove, built-in microwave, professional conveyor style dishwasher, copper pots, and pans hanging from the overhead railing. There was a walk-in refrigerator and freezers, built-into the space with a full size walk-in pantry.

The bathroom had the conventional fixtures as well as, a bidet, a Jacuzzi bathtub, and a double shower stall. (It hadn't even occurred to me that there was no urinal.)

A deck ran the full length of the east side, with a hot tub at one end surrounded with a glass gazebo that could be screened off. (Hot tubing in the buff all year round.)

There were three bedrooms and each one with a huge bed in the center, all of them with pink, lacy coverings and full skirts, nightstands, dressers, a vanity, and a hope chest. Each bedroom, has it's own attached 3/4 bathroom. (Good thing the bathtub in the main bath was big enough for three.)

"You say all of this is, mine? How the hell will I be able to make the payments?" I asked worriedly.

"No dear, I told you that you own it, the whole building free and clear. The tenants pay rent to you. That's how you make a living, as a landlord," she was shaking her head as if she could hardly believe it either.

The pink, princess phone, on the magazine stand rang and we jumped.

"Hello?" I asked.

"How do you like your new home? You're such a sissy that I bet you are about to cum in your panties. (Insane giggling)," and the phone went dead.

"Ahhhhh... Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhhh...!" I screamed as I fell to the carpet and had a huge, gushing, twitching orgasm right there on the living room rug.

"Diane! What happened? Did she make you orgasm again?" Maggie asked excitedly.

"Do you have a cigarette?" I asked her, even though I didn't smoke.

Maggie leaned down and hugged me tightly, "You don't smoke, silly. However, that sure answered my question and judging by the wet spot on the carpet, you just had a hell of an incredible orgasm."

"Oh God Maggie, she told me that I liked my new home so much that I was going to cum in my panties and I sure did!" I admitted. "It was the best thing I ever felt in my life!"

Maggie helped me to my feet and walked me into one of the bedrooms, (I assume it is the master bedroom, because it is maybe a foot or two larger than the other two) and right through it to the bathroom. She stripped and took a washcloth to me quickly to clean off the intense smell of pussy. After placing me into the big pink bed, Maggie pulled a Baby Doll from the dresser and slipped it onto my, semi-limp body and tucked me in. "You lay there and recover, I'm going to go and star 69 the phone to see if I can get the number of the person who just 'rang you up', (tee he), as the Brits would say! And sister, were you ever 'rung up'!" she left giggling.

Moments later she returned, "It didn't work. She must have a blocker."

"I hope she calls again. I like it. I like it a lot," I admitted half dreamily.

"I would think that it should worry you. Some woman has the ability to make you fall to your knees, orgasming, at any time. I'd be scared to death," Maggie made my vulnerability clear to me.

"Oh my God, that's right, I could be walking down the street and wham," I shuddered, "I'm a quivering puddle of feminine pussy juice, completely vulnerable to anything," my eyes were wide and I was holding my tiny hand over my mouth.

"If she can make you have an orgasm, what else might she be able to do?" Maggie suggested. "Remember, we found those devices all over your body."

"What can I do? I don't know why this is happening to me, or how," I was tearing up again after Maggie scared the holy shit out of me. (Damn hormones.)

"I know hon.. Don't you fret, I'll be here 24/7, at least for a while. Maybe I can protect you from what she's doing to you," Maggie held me tenderly and confidently reassured me.

The phone rang again and Maggie answered it this time, "Hello?"

"Well, if it isn't Howard's protector. I have news for you lady, who will protect him from you? He should be starting to puddle any second and the pheromone level in that room will go off the charts. Enjoy your lesbian interlude. Ha, ha, ha!" and the voice rang off.

Howar... Um... Diane... that was, you know... her. Do you feel strange or anything odd? She said that..." 'Sniff, sniff,' "Does it feel warm in here to you, all of a sudden, Diane?"

"Maggie! Oh no...! She's making me wet the bed. I'm sitting in a warm puddle and it's getting bigger and I can't squeeze it off," I screeched, pulling the covers off, from on top of me.

Maggie was sniffing the air and fanning her face with her hand, trying to cool off her flushed face, "Slip your panties off and let me have a look," she unbuttoned the top buttons, on her blouse and was stroking her flushed, and moist with perspiration, cleavage, gently and sensuously.

I slipped off the Baby Doll's panties while I could still feel myself flowing heavily, the puddle ever expanding, and handed the sopping wet things to Maggie.

I couldn't believe it when she took them and started rubbing those wet, slimy things all over her pretty face, sniffing them and moaning all the while. She reached up and ripped open her blouse, buttons popping off everywhere, and scooped her breasts out of her brassiere, pinching her nipples and moaning, while crawling on her knees up from the bottom of the bed toward my naked and defenseless, pussy juice spewing, little body.

"Oh Diane, you have the most beautiful pussy..." she said, and then dove her face between my legs, lapping up the syrupy fluids spewing forth from my vulva.

"Maggie! What in the hell are you...? Ah, ooh, oh. Oh God, oh god," my back arched so hard, I thought my spine would snap. My head was flopping from side to side and my hands where pounding on the bed. The more she licked my cunt, the more I orgasmed, over and over.




Remote Control



"Mmmph, ooh, mmm," Maggie said, as the room was filled with the sounds of slurping, and shrieking. She started tearing all of her clothes off and when it was free, she stuffed three fingers from her hand way into her own steaming pussy and began working it furiously.

I came so hard that I lost consciousness, but when I came around the first time, Maggie was still licking wildly at my sopping wet cunt. I kept orgasming, and the more I orgasmed, the more cunt juice spewed forth, the more pheromones were released, and the crazier Maggie went for my hot little honey hole.

I must have passed out again, for when I came to, Maggie was lying unconscious, and slime covered between my legs, apparently she fainted from orgasming, a goofy grin, still pasted on her pretty face. She also had a slightly distended looking tummy, which worried me a bit until I noticed that I was thirstier than I have ever been before in my whole life.

I put Maggie's tummy out of my mind and I urgently got out of bed and shakily went into the bathroom, where I sucked down Dixie cup after Dixie cup of water. I glanced into the mirror and notice that my new petit feminine body looked a bit gaunt after last night's two-woman lesbian orgy.

God, I was hungry too. I raided the kitchen and scarfed down a box of cereal, four waffles, and a breakfast burrito. I sat back in the kitchen chair, hands clasping my distended stomach, finally sated.

When I had recovered some, I decided to fix some eggs and bacon for Maggie and brought them to her in the bedroom with juice, toast, and coffee. I even placed a bud vase with an artificial flower in it on the tray, and to this day, I still have no idea why I thought to do that.

"Maggie? Wake up. It's breakfast time," I called to her, sitting the tray down on the Hope chest, and crawling into bed with her, kissing her alabaster cheek.

"Breakfast?" she mumbled, "What happened? Where am I?"

"Yes, breakfast. We had lesbian sex and you are lying in the middle of my cum-soaked bed and covered head to toe in vaginal lubrication. Does that answer your questions?" I asked nuzzling her neck playfully.

"Oh my GOD!" she was wide-awake instantly. "I ate out another woman's cunt! I have never done anything remotely like that ever before, never even fantasized about it. Am I gay now?"

"Actually, you sound kind of upset to me," I told her.

"I better go and have an MRI myself, to see if I have any of those implants in me," Maggie said, sounding very frightened. "I knew she could control you, but I never thought that she could control me too."

"What did she say last night? I didn't hear and when you hung up, I ah... was kind of busy and you were doing the breast stroke," I asked her, looking into her eyes, so she knew that I was being playful.

She strained to remember, but was only able to recall the high points, "She said, 'if it isn't Howard's protector,' and asked me who would protect you from me. Then she said you were going to puddle and give off massive amounts of pheromones."

"What are pheromones?" I asked.

"Sexual attractant scents, given off by the opposite sex to attract a mate, drive them into a sexual frenzy," she replied, almost in a lecturer's fashion.

"If that is the case, I don't think you have to worry about implants. Do you?" I reasoned.

"Answered my own question, didn't I? I guess those pheromones left my head a little fuzzy," she admitted. "I'm sorry that I raped you. I really couldn't control myself."

"Stop that! You didn't rape me, and I'm not sorry one bit. Remember, I'm still a man inside here so, what we did doesn't seem like homosexual sex to me. Anyway, I liked it and I love you. So you can forget about it, or just cherish it like I will," I told her, and kissed her surprised looking mouth. "Now do you want breakfast or would you just like to cuddle for a while, instead?"

She reached over and hugged me tight, "Honey, I'm so confused and you are still turning me on with that tight body and smooth, hairless pussy. For some reason I feel kind of full right now so I'm not very hungry and I don't really know why. It looks beautiful though and I thank you for making it."

"I saw your tummy this morning, and it took me a minute, but I remembered how much pussy juice you were lapping up and how dehydrated I was this morning. Your stomach is full of... my... juices, I'm afraid..." I confessed. "You will probably slosh when you walk."

"I remember now. You tasted so good, I just couldn't get enough," she reached down between my legs and penetrated my cunt with her finger, and brought it back up to her mouth, licking it off most seductively. "Mmmm! Maybe I do, have latent lesbian tendencies? You're still delicious."

"Whatever, thank you for being there for me. Do you want to get wet and slippery in the shower or the bathtub?"

"Shower. Then I think we are going to have to strip that bed and throw the mattress away," she released me from our mutually slimy and crusty embrace, and stood up, pulling me to my feet.

We had a sudsy, slippery, quite fun filled, shower and then started stripping the bed, only to discover that someone had thought ahead, and the mattress was covered with a plasticized sheet.

I nearly had to use a hose on Maggie when I saw her sniffing the sheets and rubbing them on her face.

When the bed was finally re-clothed and Maggie was settled down, I asked, "What next? Did you have any plans for the day?"

The phone ringing interrupted us. We looked at each other and Maggie finally picked up after the fourth ring, "Hello?"

"Afraid of what you might hear if you answer the phone? You should know that if you don't answer what will happen is much worse than if you do answer. Nevertheless, you did answer, so no punishment this time. By the way, I just love little girls with big boobs, don't you? No answer? No matter! Enjoy! Ha, ha, ha, ha," and she rang off.

"Diane, get your blouse and bra off, now," Maggie ordered urgently, and then started to help me.

It looked so strange, like someone blowing up water balloons, my boobs swelling bigger and bigger until they finally stopped at a 'DD' cup.

I just stared at them with my mouth hanging open.

Maggie came up to me and asked, "Do they hurt? Are they sore, or painful?" as she reached out and cupped them from below.

"Ooh, that feels so..." I moaned.

"Wow, they feel so real," Maggie started to manipulate my nipples.

My knees gave way and I fell to the carpet, moaning.

"My word girl, you must have the most sensitive boobs in the world," Maggie was down on her knees, grinning at me. "I think that you are going to need a little bit bigger bra, let's see if we can find one in this place?"

"Do we have to? I'm so hungry, I could eat a water buffalo," I whined while feeling as if my tummy was touching my spine.

"Oh my God! Those must be real. You stuffed yourself, just a couple of hours ago, your body must have burned it all up growing boobs," she reasoned.

"So why is that so scary?" I asked puzzled.

"If it had been some kind of implant that was filled by a chemical reaction, then there would be a maximum size, they could be made to grow. However, if it causes your body to accelerate growth, she can make anything grow as big as she wants, or continue to cause you to orgasm time and again indefinitely. If the implants run on bio-energy, she could torment you for life," Maggie looked scared, and was definitely scaring me.

After she had calmed me down, Maggie made a huge hoagie sandwich for me and I wolfed it down.

"Did you get Dr. Burnheart to see what she could come up with? Maybe she can give us some leads as to who might be able to do something as sophisticated as this," I asked around a mouthful. I was reaching for anything that might be a life ring for me in my strange predicament.

"I'll call her and see if she has come up with anything. Would you mind if I invited her over? She really is a nice person at heart," Maggie asked hopefully.

"I'm not angry with her. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Especially with you here to ride herd on her," I giggled, and then, yawned. "Excuse me. All of a sudden I'm so sleepy."

"I can imagine. Why don't you go take a nap and I'll try to hunt you up a bra and call the doctor. Now scoot and let Maggie take care of everything," she pushed me toward the bedroom.

"Okay, (yawn) see you later," I stumbled into the bedroom and did a face plant, onto the bed. Out before my head hit the pillows.

**********

"I told you she was sweet. She looks like an angel sleeping there," then a whisper, "and her pussy tastes incredible," I heard Maggie saying. I kept my eyes closed, because I didn't want to embarrass her. "Did you bring it?"

"Yes," I heard another feminine voice answer, "come on, I'll show you," and I heard the bedroom door close.

I opened my eyes and noticed that Maggie had placed a glass of water on my nightstand, which I took immediate advantage of.

When I sat up, my new large rack jiggled about wildly underneath the nightie, which I didn't remember donning. I guess when Maggie says she is going to take care of everything she really means it.

I drained the water glass and went into my bathroom to pee, and yes, that is way different too. Peeing from your butt, can you imagine?

After finishing, I stood in front of the mirror and lifted the nightie. There 'they' were. I leaned forward and grasped the right one, bringing it closer to my face. It has a much bigger nipple than before and my areola is easily twice as big and really puffy looking.

As I was inspecting it, I watched my nipple clenching even more, the goose bumps around it began standing up, and looking whiter. It felt like my boob was swelling up as I held it.

I discovered that not only did the nipple itself feel good, but also it made my cunt feel like someone was whispering to my clit so I experimentally, gently stroked my nipple.

"Ooh, that feels good," I moaned to myself.

'They're just so big,' I thought, 'but they feel so damn good. I think I like having big boobs.' I squeezed both of them together, 'God that looks so hot. I'd have shot my wad when I was a man, just watching a babe with tits like these, playing like this... whew very hot.'

I reached my left hand down between my legs, sliding it down my smooth hairless tummy over my mons veneris and then slipped my middle finger between my vulva's lips. My god I was sopping wet. In fact, I could feel my pussy juice start drooling down my legs.

'Holy shit, I'm just fondling my breasts. This keeps up, and I'll leave a trail like a slug everywhere I go,' I thought to myself, making a conscious effort to stop fondling myself while I still could.

I grabbed a towel and dried off my hairless, slimy pussy, and damned if that didn't feel strange too.

I jiggled my way back into the bedroom and slipped on a pink silk robe with pink feathers around the collar and cuffs. I paused listening at the door, but didn't hear anything except a low murmuring, so I opened the door and headed toward the kitchen.

"Ah, I see you're awake, beautiful. Would you like some dinner?" Maggie asked me, giving me a big hug.

Damn, it feels weird having my big boobs squeezed up against hers. Weird but damn good.

"Hi Diane, I want to apologize again for what I said. I honestly thought I was complimenting you. I didn't stop to think how it would affect you in your circumstance. I hope you will forgive me," Dr. Burnheart said, while Maggie hugged me.

"I know. I figured all of that out after I had time to think it over. There's really nothing to forgive. If anything, I should apologize to you for being over sensitive. I'm sorry. It's just really tough on a person having their life and their gender stolen. Can you forgive me?" I asked, trying hard to make nice with her.

When Maggie released me a much taller, Dr. Burnheart took her place hugging me.

"I suppose I should tell you why I know Dr. Burnheart so well Diane, she's my little sister," Maggie informed me abruptly. "That is why I pulled some strings and got her assigned to your case. Between the two of us, we were able to protect you at least a little bit. Your first doctor was talking commitment and psychoactive drugs for Pete's sake. He kept claiming you were a loon."

I started while I hugged the Doctor, she held me tighter, and reassured me saying, "It's okay. She didn't mean to frighten you. I'm not the wicked witch of the west. But I think Maggie might be Glenda, the good fairy," Dr. Burnheart said and then started giggling.

"I'll Glenda you, Betty! Just because she finished school to become a Doctor, she thinks that she's better than I am," Maggie told me while she was rubbing my butt through the robe, trying to get my engine started. It was working too.

"No, I don't big sister. If you hadn't supported me all those years, I never would have made it. You know, I love you Mags. Come here and let's make this a three way hug," she suggested. "Wow, Diane you sure have grown since I saw you last."

"Should I keep calling you Dr. Burnheart?"

"Call me Betty, we're family now, sort of," she kissed me on the cheek.

Maggie jumped in, "Betty brought a lovely fuchsia '30' DD bra with her for you."

Betty held it up for me to see, "What do you think?"

"I think it looks kind of like some woman engineer's concept of an ICBM launching device. No, I'm just kidding. It's beautiful and it appears that now I need it so very badly," I admitted, my eyes still trying to take in the necessary enormity of the lacy thing.

"Hold it up to her and let's at least get an idea if it'll fit and how it'll look on her," Maggie told her anxiously wanting to see my lovely boobs covered in lace.

As Betty was holding it to me and they were both staring hungrily at how my jutting jigglers will look once properly supported, I inquired, "You weren't making fun of Maggie with the fairy comment just because we had lesbian sex, were you?"

"Oh my God Mags, are you a lesbian?" Betty let go of both of us, backing away one step, allowing my nightie to fall back into place, my new bra still clutched in her hands.

"I don't know, maybe. Is it lesbian sex when you do it with a woman, who was a man?" she looked perplexed, "All I know is, it was soooo goooood!" and she slipped her hand under the nightie and started caressing my soft derrière.

"Ewww that's disgusting. You mean you actually... with your tongue? In her... Ewww," Betty was looking totally grossed out, as she shuddered. "That's what you meant in the bedroom when you said that, 'her pussy tasted good'? I thought you were pulling my leg."

"So, are you going to disown me, now?" Maggie asked with little or no inflexion to intimate she was joking.

"I'm so sorry Maggie. I thought she knew. I heard you tell her... I shouldn't have shot off my mouth," I started to blubber hiding my face in my hands.

They both dove back into our group hug and comforted me.

"It's okay, Diane. It was just sister banter. I was just taken by surprise. We used to discuss things like this when we were little girls. What was it like Maggie? You know, compared to sex with a man, I mean?" Betty was trying to get us all sitting down at the kitchen table and making nice.

"You know how we used to think it would taste gross, and be so disgusting? Well, it isn't. I mean she tastes really good and the sensuous feeling of another woman in the throes of passion it unbelievable. Her soft, sensitive body, responding to every touch, every caress, and the taste of her just drove me nuts. Maybe it's just Diane, or how Diane is to me. All I can say is, maybe you should try it and I warn you, if you hang around here that nut ball woman may call back and trigger Diane's pheromones again and I don't think you will have any choice," Maggie informed her.

Just as if on queue, the phone rang. Everyone's face showed how startled we were as Maggie answered, "Hello?"

"So, you must have liked it, or should I say licked it. Do you think your sister is ready for a three way? Ha, ha, ha," and the voice hung up.

"Not again!" I screamed as my pussy began to flood once more.

I could see Maggie, who was already sensitized, quickly become flushed and start sniffing the air and the incredibly shocked look appearing on Betty's face as her nipples came to full attention, attempting to explode the 'C' cup bra cradling them from her petite chest, and then she started sniffing at the air just like Maggie.

My lower half wouldn't perform to the actions my brain was trying to send, so all I could do was sit there and gush. I became just an aphrodisiac pussy juice fountain.

"Do you smell that, Mags?" Betty asked, not seeming to notice that she was actually drooling. She had a little stream running halfway down her neck and a wild feral look in her eyes.

"Oh yes, Ambrosia! Come on, help me get her to the bedroom," Maggie encouraged Betty, picking me up with Betty's help as though I were no heavier than a Barbie Doll and rushing me into the bedroom.

"If this keeps happening I'm going to have to wear a diaper," I exclaimed as my fountainous gash dribbled a line from the kitchen into the bedroom.

I couldn't believe it when I saw Betty slip her hand into my robe and grab a sample from what was running down my leg to put into her mouth, "Maggie, you didn't tell me girls tasted this good, the hell with men! I'm turning lesbian tonight."

They plopped me onto the bed and literally tore the robe from my naked body. My lower half was completely slick with my juices when Maggie scooped up a handful and smeared it all over my big boobs, "You clean that one off, this one's mine!"

They both latched on and my cunt was immediately twitching and on fire as I involuntarily thrust my hips into an imaginary lover.

"Please, I want to eat one of you or both of you. I need a vulva to lick. Please, I have to. I really do," I begged.

Maggie stripped off all of Betty's clothes and positioned her pussy over my face, while she continued to work my boob over. She never broke suction once.

Maggie, when my breast was spotlessly clean then dove between my legs and started happily slurping away.

I attacked Betty's womanhood like a starving man, licking and sucking her clit, shoving my tongue as far inside her love canal as it would go, using my nose on her throbbing knob as a clitoral stimulator.

Maggie's ministrations were pushing me quickly over the edge and I started screaming with orgasmic pleasure, into Betty's delicious cunt, and she must have liked it because she came so very hard, gushing her warm inviting lubrication all over my pretty little face.

"Oh, dear God! Oh my! I never... What did you...? Oh, my lord," Betty panted, "Maggie, swap places, I want a turn at her pussy, you just have to experience her wonderful tongue!"

I was insane with sexual desire and Maggie's shaved slit was beckoning to me to pleasure it.

All the while she was kneeling overtop of my face twiddling her nipples and moaning softly.

'Moaning softly?' That I can cure. I licked, I nibbled, I swirled my tongue all around her clit. I fucked her as hard as I could with my face and tongue and then opened my mouth as wide as I could, made a seal around her scrumptious cunt, and tried to suck all of her insides out.

She didn't even make a sound, she simply fainted dead away, her unconscious body spewing pussy juice all over me as she did a face plant into the pillows, her helpless body spasming and twitching.

"Maggie, are you all right?" I shouted, muffled by her body still lying on top of my face. "Betty... Oh God, oh God, I'm cumming again. Ah, ah, ah, oh, aaahhh, oh my, oh baby. Oh baby... ah, ah, oh, Betty... Betty stop, you have to check Maggie. She has stopped moving. I hope she just fainted. I've never seen anyone go out the way she did."




Remote Control



This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events are fictional. All characters portrayed in this story are over eighteen years of age. This story portrays graphic, consensual lesbian sex and masturbation. If you are in an area where reading this is illegal or you are offended by any of this then stop reading now.

Special thanks to Vella_MS for her work as my editor.

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"Hey Jessica, wanna grab a coffee?" 

Jessica turned to look up into the dark eyes and warm smile of Suki, the new girl in her department. She had only known the slender Japanese girl for a few months but they were already becoming good friends, at least at work. 

Jessica smiled up at her, "Yeah, I think I could use the caffeine this morning, let's go."

A few minutes later they were walking over to a bench that overlooked the parking lot in front of the office building. 

"Well, the view's not much but fresh air helps." Jessica said as she sat down. "Thanks for coming to get me. I really needed to get out of that box this morning." Jessica said as she sipped at the steaming cup of black coffee. 

Suki smiled, "I can see why. You must spend sixty or seventy hours a week in that cubicle. Honestly, I don't know how you do it. I think I'd go insane."

"I'm not so sure that I'm not." Jessica sighed softly as she stared off into the distance. After a few moments she continued, "I used to think that I was driven, you know, a career woman and all that shit. But after being with this company for five years I'm still in the same job, same cubicle, same small pay raises…" She trailed off and sighed again. She paused then resumed, "My whole life has been work for all that time and I think I'm just done. You know… burnt out. I think I really need a change, maybe a vacation, a long vacation. Hell, maybe even a whole new life." 

Suki looked at her friend with concern etched into the corners of her dark Asian eyes, "When was the last time you went out anyway?"

Jessica barked out a short, humorless laugh and rolled her head back, looking up at nothing. "I can't even remember."

"A date?"

Jessica looked back down and stared at her coffee for a moment before answering. "Three, maybe four years ago, I don't really know." 

"Babe, you need to get out more." A mischievous grin began to play at the corners of her lips, "Why don't we go out on Friday?"

"Oh, I don't know…" Jessica hedged.

"Come on, I'll be fun. There's this great little club I go to all the time. I promise you'll have a great time." She grasped Jessica's arm, "Please, you'll have a good time, I promise! Please!"

Suki looked so eager and hopeful that Jessica couldn't say no. "I guess…"

"Great!" Suki practically lunged at Jessica as she wrapped her in tight hug. "I know you'll have a great time."

As she drew back she knocked over her small purse, spilling its contents across the bench and onto the ground. "Oh, shit."

As Suki started putting things back into the purse, Jessica leaned over to pick up whatever had fallen on the ground. Looking under the bench she saw only two items, a tube of lip gloss and what looked to be some kind of small remote control. As she picked them up and started to place them on the bench, the wording on the remote caught her eye. "X-citer 136" was written in purple flowing script. Jessica turned the remote around in her hand and studied it a little more. It was about the size of a car alarm remote, maybe a little bigger, but instead of being black with three or four buttons, it was white with about ten small, multi colored buttons. Over the buttons was a small display screen that was flashing a single word; "READY". 

Holding it up, Jessica asked, "What's this?"

Suki looked up from refilling her purse and abruptly her face went scarlet. "Oh, it's just a remote." She held out her hand. "I'll take it."

Jessica looked at it again, "A remote to what? An X-citer? What's that?" 

Suki looked a little nervous and she reached out a hand to take the remote, "Oh it's nothing really. It's just a…" As her hand pulled the remote from Jessica's hand Suki suddenly let out a startled gasp as her body seemed to go taught. Her eyes closed tight and her hands balled into fists. She leaned forward, her head tipping down till her chin rested on her chest. Little groaning noises tried to escape her mouth but she kept her lips tightly sealed.

Jessica stared at her friend in alarm, wondering if she was having some kind of seizure. "Suki! Suki, are you alright?!"

The hand that wasn't holding the remote reached out and grasped Jessica's thigh, giving it a hard squeeze as one long, low groan finally escaped her. 

Finally the slim Japanese girl seemed to relax a little and she was able to nod slightly. A few seconds more and she gasped out, "Yes… yes, I'm fine." She took a few deep breaths and finally smiled sheepishly, "I'm ok." Sweat beaded her brow and she was trembling slightly.

"You didn't look to ok a minute ago. You still don't look too ok. What the hell was that all about?" Jessica asked with concern.

After a few more deep breaths, Suki spoke, "That was my implant." She closed her eyes and inhaled softly, "I just activated it by accident with that remote."

Completely adrift, Jessica asked, "What did it do? Did it hurt you or something? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have picked it up," she stammered, "I'm so sorry." 

Suki laughed, "No it didn't hurt me. The implant doesn't cause pain…" She looked around for a moment as if to make sure no one was close by, then paused as she looked at Jessica. Finally she seemed to make a decision of some kind and continued, "It's a sexual stimulator."

Jessica starred blankly as her brain tried to make sense Suki's words. "A sexual stimu… like a… like a… a…" she broke off and it was her turn to look around to see if anyone was close by. Not seeing anybody she continued softly, "Like a vibrator?" 

Suki giggled, "No, no, no… much better than a vibrator." She sighed and whipped sweat off her brow. "It's a small device that gets injected inside you and directly stimulates your nervous system. It can stimulate all kinds of sexual responses, from low-level arousal all the way up to instant climax. Trust me," she smirked, "its light years ahead of vibrators and other sex toys." 

Jessica wasn't exactly a prude but she was taken a little aback by Suki's sudden frankness about sex toys and vibrators. She was about to take another sip of her coffee to cover her surprise when her mind finally put it all together and her hand froze.

"So did you just… did you… when that button got pressed… was that…" Her mouth didn't seem to be cooperating and she couldn't get the words out.

A twisted little smile played across Suki's lips and she raised one delicate eyebrow, "Did I what?" She waited as if she wanted to hear Jessica say it. 

"Did you… well, you know. Did you…" She trailed off embarrassed.

Suki looked at her friend, her face going a little red again but the small mischievous smile was still in place, "Did I just cum?"

It was Jessica's turn to blush as she slowly nodded. 

Suki's smile turned dreamy, "Oh yes, I certainly did."

Her friend's frank admission sent a sudden and unexpected thrill through Jessica and she realized that she was squeezing her legs tightly together. She forced herself to relax and tried to get a grip on herself. She wondered why Suki having a climax right in front of her would give her such a sudden thrill. She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes she saw Suki still had that dreamy smile on her face. Looking at the smile, Jessica couldn't keep her curiosity in check, "Was it, well, you know….was it good?"

Suki's smile widened, "Oh, yes. They all are with the implant."

"Really?"

"Really. It's like nothing else in the world." Suki said with a broad smile. "It's the best fuck you can imagine, hands down."

Jessica was squeezing her thighs together again and she recognized the warm feeling spreading through her stomach. She felt strange to be discussing something like sex with Suki. She felt comfortable with the beautiful Japanese girl but she hadn't known her very long. Still, something about her made Jessica want to open up to her and pour her heart out. Just being around Suki made her feel comfortable and safe from everything. It was a wonderful and at the same time troubling feeling for Jessica. She was used to being a bit of a loner and solitary, relying only on herself. She had never felt this way about anyone before and was a new experience for her. She had always imagined that this was what true love would be like, but the fact that she felt like this towards another woman worried her. She took another sip of her coffee to stall while her mind churned. 

Finally, unable to keep her curiosity in check but trying to sound casual, Jessica asked, "So where did you get it?"

Suki's smile turned sly, "Interested?"

Jessica's felt her cheeks flush anew. "Well… I… um… no I… well…"

Suki reached out and gripped Jessica's hand again, "Babe, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, I already have one, remember? So I'm certainly not going to say anything." 

Jessica looked away for a time and stared blankly at the small tree next to their bench. Finally she worked up the nerve to ask, "Did it hurt? Having it put in, I mean."

"Yes, a little, but it was fast. They inject it with this kind of big syringe looking thing. It stung, but the whole procedure only lasted a few minutes."

"Was it really worth it?" Jessica asked.

"Absolutely. It was a little expensive, but I have never been happier." Suki smiled.

"How expensive?"

Suki paused, "Three thousand dollars including the procedure."

That rocked Jessica back. "That is expensive." A pause, "But it was truly worth it?"

Suki's eyes twinkled and she smiled slyly, "Still interested?"

"I'll have to think about it." Jessica put off giving any kind of definite answer.

"I'll email you the info about it when I get back to my desk." She looked at her watch, "We really should be getting back now anyway. I'll see you later. I have to go freshen up after that little incident." With a sly wink she turned and was gone.

About twenty minutes later at her desk an email popped up from Suki, it was a phone number and a link to a website. 

Jessica pulled up the website and read through the literature. She spent most of the rest of the day reading and rereading the advertisements. The more she read the more interested she became. Promises of "Unequaled sexual release" and "Never before experienced pleasure" seemed far fetched, but Suki had said how good it was. She was sure that her friend would not lie to her about how wonderful the implant was. 

By two o'clock she had made up her mind. She picked up the phone and dialed the number Suki had given her.

After a couple of rings a soft, feminine voice answered, "Madam Alexandra's". 

"Ummm, I was calling about the, uh, the..." She lowered her voice, "the X-citer."

"Oh, yes, of course. Were you looking for information or to schedule a procedure?"

"To schedule a procedure." Jessica replied in a shy voice.

"Excellent." There was a pause on the other end and the sound of computer keys being tapped. "Well, we're currently scheduling for the tenth of September." Another pause, "But I just had a cancellation this morning. If you can be here by three I can do you today."

She thought for a moment. She had hoped to have a few days to build up her courage, but to wait till September? That was three months away. She made a quick decision.

"I'll be there by three."

"Excellent. And your name?" The voice asked.

"Jessica Williams." 

"Thank you Jessica. I look forward to seeing you." There was a click and the line went dead.

Jessica cleaned off her desk, called her boss to tell her that she was leaving early and walked out the door.

Less than an hour later she was standing in front of Madam Alexandra's shop. She was a little surprised to see that it was actually a day spa offering massages, facials and other alternative therapies. 

As she walked into the small, comfortably furnished waiting room, a soft chime sounded. Shortly, a petite black woman with long curly hair came out of the back room and smiled warmly up at her. "Would you be Jessica?" The woman's voice was surprisingly deep with a faint Jamaican accent. 

"Yes, I'm Jessica."

"Excellent. I'm Madam Alexandra, please follow me." She led the way through the back door, down a narrow flight of stairs, and into a small room whose walls were painted in soft earth tones. The lighting was dim and pleasant instrumental music was playing. The only furniture in the room was a single chair, a stool, a small cabinet and a massage table. 

The woman turned the light up, picked up a clipboard and pointed to a white robe hanging on the wall. "If you could please fill out all of this paperwork and then remove all of your clothes. I will also need your credit card."

Jessica handed over the card and took the clipboard. 

"Thank you. I'll be back in about ten minutes and then we can do the procedure." She walked out closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Jessica filled out the stack of papers, which were mostly legal waivers and emergency contact info with a handful of other disclaimers mixed in. She stripped off her clothes, leaving them on the chair. Wearing only the robe sat down on the edge of the comfortably padded massage table.

After a few more minutes of waiting, the door handle clicked and Alexandra walked in. "Ok, your credit card was approved so we can proceed if you're ready." She said as she took the clipboard and flipped through making sure that all the papers were signed.

"Yes, I'm ready." Jessica forced herself to say. She still couldn't believe she was doing this. The rational part of her mind was screaming at her to just get up and walk out but the long repressed emotional side was finally winning a battle. For once, she was going to do something for herself. She was going to do something reckless, senseless and spontaneous. 

"I need you to lie back, close your eyes and relax. I'll do all the work." she turned to the cabinet and started pulling out several items. 

Jessica lay down and tried to calm her breathing and slow her racing heart. She jerked slightly when the woman pulled open the bottom of her robe, exposing her sex.

"Oh, you came in on such short notice I forgot to tell you, you need to be clean shaven for the procedure." The woman said with an apologetic voice.

Disappointment started to cloud Jessica's world. "So I can't have it done today?"

"Oh, no… I'll just have to shave you first." Alexandria said as she bent to retrieve more medical paraphernalia. "Please spread your legs so I can do this quickly."

Embarrassed, Jessica spread her legs a little and lay back down, suddenly feeling very exposed and even more naked. She tried not to twitch as she felt the woman spread the cool shave gel on her crotch. She felt even more mortified when the cold razor started sliding over her sensitive skin. She tried not to think of what the woman was seeing but it was impossible to ignore the quick expert strokes. 

Before long, she felt a warm towel rubbing over her and she sat up a little to look. She didn't even recognize herself. The smooth, bare mound seemed so naughty to her. She had never shaved herself completely before and was surprised to see how sexy it looked. She wondered how it felt and was just lifting her hand when the woman started to turn around.

"Next I have to clean you, apply some topical pain killer, then I can install your implant." She held up a bottle of alcohol and gauze pads. "Please lie back down."

Jessica felt the cool sting of the alcohol on her freshly shaved mound followed by a warm lotion that was applied with a cotton ball. 

"That will take a minute to numb the area. When it kicks in, I will inject your implant." She waited a little while then, "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Hold still, this will sting." 

Jessica felt a pressure on her mons, just above her clit then there was a sharp, stabbing pain that caused Jessica to cry out with the shock of it. The pain was gone before she could dwell on it. 

"That's it, you are all done." Alexandria was putting away items in the cabinet as Jessica opened her eyes and sat up. "I'll let you get dressed, then we'll go over the implant, how it works, the remote control and any questions you may have." 

Jessica got dressed and the woman came back with a small box and a booklet. She sat on the stool and asked Jessica to sit on the table again. 

"This is your remote and instruction book. It's all pretty easy to understand so I'll just go over the basics with you." 

For the next few minutes she showed Jessica all of the basic features of her implant and how to operate it. 

"You should wait at least three days before you use the implant because of the damage done to the tissue when it was injected. Also, the implant needs time to adapt itself to your nervous system or it won't function properly. But after that there should be no problems."

"Do I ever have to charge it or change the batteries or something?" asked Jessica, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"No. It uses such minute amounts of power that it actually recharges itself using only your body movement. As you walk it moves a magnet inside that generates a very small electrical charge, which recharges a miniature power cell." She smiled, "So it's basically maintenance free. The only battery to change is in the remote and even that is a lithium battery that should be good for five or six years of normal use."

Jessica thanked Alexandria for her time and help before leaving for home.

For the next three days Jessica was able to think about nothing but the implant. She wondered constantly what it would be like when she turned it on for the first time. Would it be as good as Suki had promised?

Suki had been beside herself with excitement when she found out the Jessica had gotten an implant. They went to coffee on the third morning and Suki showed her how the remote control worked and gave her a few tips on using it. The coffee time lesson left Jessica feeling a little flustered and uncomfortably warm. It also left her with very damp panties.

Jessica rushed home from work, tore off her jacket and sat on her bed with the remote held tightly in her hands. She wondered if she should have her clothes on or off. She finally decided that off was best and stripped down to her underwear. After a moment's hesitation, that came off to. Her slim body shivered in the cool, air conditioned room as she lay down on the bed. She looked at the small white remote control in her hand with no small amount of trepidation. Her finger hovered above the activate button but she couldn't make herself push down. "You're being foolish." She told herself. "You just paid a small fortune for this damn thing and you've been waiting for three days to use it, now you're afraid." 

She held her breath and punched one of the buttons. "AROUSAL LVL 1" came up on the screen. She pushed "ENTER".

Immediately a warm flush seemed to wash through her body and she sighed. It wasn't as intense or scary as she had imagined, it was a wonderful, pleasant glow. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling. Her mind drifted on the warm waves of the arousal. It was like what she felt when she started to masturbate or when she was wrapped in a serious fantasy. Not a strong, hot sexual feeling, just an aroused blush.

After a few minutes, she decided to experiment and turned up the remote to level three. The warmth increased and she felt her nipples stiffen as the stimulation became more intense. A small moan escaped her lips as pleasure spread through her body like ripples on a pond. 




Remote Control



The heat inside her pussy increased and she found it hard to resist putting her hand between her legs. Another soft moan escaped her as she rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in her pillow. It was wonderful the way the stimulation didn't falter in the least when she moved like external stimulation would. 

Lifting her head she punched level six into the remote and with a slightly anxious finger punched "ENTER". 

Her eyes opened wide at the instant increase of sensations. She buried her face in the pillow as a loud moan escaped her. Her slim body was wracked by spasms of pleasure as the implant drove her to heights of pleasure she had never known. Continuous waves of hot ecstasy pounded through her, distorting her senses and numbing her mind. Dimly, she realized that this was only setting number six and that the implant went all the way up to ten. 

Jessica came with a piercing cry. She again buried her face in the pillow and bit down on it to muffle her cries as she fell into an ocean of endless rapture. Her body jerked and writhed with the relentless assault. Again and again she went over the edge as a series of climaxes took her body. Her clenching hands and grinding teeth finally tore the pillow open and the air was filled with white, downy feathers. They drifted in the air and covered her body, sticking to her sweat soaked skin as she thrashed and rolled under the relentless pleasure. Screams filled her small bedroom. They echoed off the walls and seemed to shatter the very air with their intensity. 

Desperately, Jessica fumbled for the remote to shut off the implant before another orgasm took her. Her still thrashing limbs refused to cooperate and the feathers only added to her difficulty. She watched with mingling horror and delight as the remote fell off the bed onto the floor. Before she could reach for it, she came again in another hot wave of blinding ecstasy. Moaning, she rolled onto her back while her hands, having a mind of their own, started to fondle her firm breasts, pulling on her sensitive nipples. She was faintly aware of the feelings in her breasts but the sensations were mostly lost in the raging torrent of passion flooding her body. 

Her vision had narrowed down to a single focal point and her breathing was coming in ragged gasps. She didn't think she could take much more without loosing her mind but she couldn't control herself, couldn't stop herself without the remote and she didn't really want to. She had never imagined that feelings like this even existed; the raw, uncontrollable, mind shattering, passion was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was both exhilarating and frightening at the same time. 

Jessica felt another surge building inside her and she wondered if this would be the climax that would kill her or at least drive her completely mad. Her back arched as every muscle in her body went taught with the build up. With stunning speed, the climax engulfed her. Her eyes opened wide and she tried to scream but before she could, the world abruptly went black. 

Jessica was awakened the cheery electronic ring of her cell phone. Groaning with combination of sore muscles and the afterglow of the intense climaxes, she reached for the phone sitting on the nightstand. As her hand reached out she saw that she was still covered with hundreds of the soft white feathers that had been torn from her now shredded pillow.

"You ready?" 

Jessica's fogged mind couldn't place the voice at first, "What?"

"Are you ready to go out tonight?" The voice asked.

Realization dawned in Jessica. It was Suki. They were supposed to be going out to the club tonight. "Ummmm… I don't know…"

"Oh no! You're not backing out now! I'll be over in an hour to pick you up. And make sure to wear something hot, not that frumpy stuff you wear to work. We're supposed to be spicing up your life. Remember?" 

"But…" Jessica tried to get in.

Suki interrupted, her voice suddenly conspiratorial, "Did you try your implant yet?"

Jessica felt her face heat as she recalled her actions of the afternoon, "Ummm… well… yeah. A little."

She thought she heard Suki sigh on the other end but it may just have been static. Then, "Cool, you can tell me about it in the car. See you in an hour." The line clicked off.

She sat staring at the phone in her hand for a few minutes, not really thinking of anything but still enjoying the afterglow. She looked at the clock and realized that she had been out for over two hours. She was amazed that she could still feel the effects of her climaxes after so long. 

Getting off the bed she searched around the bed, sweeping aside the small piles of white feathers until she located the remote. When she picked it up she saw its small screen was scrolling the message, "60 MINUTE AUTO SHUTDOWN". She remembered reading in the handbook that the unit would shut off after an hour from the time of the last command as a safety measure. The one hour shutoff was the default that could be decreased if desired. It could also be increased but it wasn't recommended. 

She toyed with the idea of having another round of fun but abandoned it when she realized that Suki would be there in less than an hour. Grabbing a towel, she headed for the bathroom to get ready.

Forty-five minutes later Jessica was just putting on the finishing touches to her makeup when she heard the door buzzer. Punching the intercom button, she asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Suki. Are you ready? I'm double parked." 

"I'll be right down."

She quickly went back to the bathroom for a quick once over in the mirror. Her makeup looked pretty good and her shoulder length hair, looked as good as it ever did. The short, tight black dress she had managed to wiggle into, hugged her body well and the low neckline displayed enough of her cleavage to be enticing, but not enough to be really slutty. Spiky black strapped shoes completed her 'out on the town' image.

Grabbing her bag she headed for the door. As she was walking past the bedroom she paused, sitting on the nightstand was the remote. She hesitated as she stared at, running through a whole number of reasons to leave it home. With a little smirk, she picked up the remote and stuck it into her purse as she walked out and closed the door behind her. 

As she opened the front door of the building, she saw Suki leaning against a black BMW coupe parked on the street right in front of the building. If the car being double parked wasn't enough to cause a traffic hazard, the woman leaning against it certainly was. 

Suki was dressed in a skin tight, bright red dress with gold trim that came down to about mid thigh, but had wide slits up the sides that displayed a more than a generous amount of thigh, all the way up to her waist. The top of the dress was cut similar to a traditional Oriental gown, with a Mandarine neckline and short sleeves. The neck was held closed with a series of small gold buckles that started at the neck and ran down diagonally over the top of her right breast. Just a hint of Suki's pale skin could be seen where the dress was held closed, between the buckles. The high neckline and hint of skin gave her an exotic, mysterious quality, which was completed by the long, silky black hair, swept back over her shoulders.

Suki smiled broadly when she saw Jessica. "Hey Sexy. Ready to have some fun?" 

Jessica forced herself to stop staring at Suki's dress and meet her eyes. "I guess so."

"Good, now hop in." She opened the door for Jessica before heading around to the driver's side.

Jessica slid in, feeling the cool leather on the backside of her thighs. She dropped her purse on the floor and buckled the seatbelt as Suki started the engine. 

Suki looked over at Jessica, her eyes catching for a moment on her exposed cleavage before locking onto her eyes and smiling, "Ready?"

"I suppose…"

"Good." Suki shoved the stick into first gear and floored the accelerator. The powerful little car roared away from the curb accompanied by the screech of tires and the honking of horns. 

Jessica's heart was in her throat as Suki weaved in and out of the evening traffic. "Do you always drive like this?" She asked as she grabbed the door handle for support. 

"Like what?" Suki asked as she flung the car onto the entrance ramp to the highway, rowing smoothly through the gears as the car accelerated past ninety miles per hour. 

Jessica didn't reply as she closed her eyes and silently prayed that she wouldn't end up on the nightly news wrapped around a bridge abutment. She felt the car lunge from one side to the other as Suki wove around the slower moving traffic on the interstate. She was repeatedly pushed back into the firm seat as Suki accelerated then thrown against the seatbelt when she braked as slower moving cars boxed her in. Through it all the muted roar of the engine and the howling of the tires filled her ears. She cracked one eye open to look at the speedometer and immediately wished she hadn't, it read one hundred and ten miles per hour. She was horrified to see that Suki was looking in her purse for something and hardly even looking at the road. She was just about the scream out and ask what the hell she was doing when Suki held out a small silver package. 

"Gum?"

The situation seemed so wildly unreal to Jessica that she actually felt herself begin to giggle. "No." She gestured towards the road ahead. "You're going to get us killed you know. Will you please slow down?"

Suki smiled and put the gum into the center console. "I was hoping that you were one of those girls that got turned on by speed." She smiled devilishly over at Jessica as she allowed the car to coast down to about seventy-five. "I guess it doesn't work that well on you." 

Jessica giggled again, "No, I don't think so. In fact, I may never ride with you again." She sat back in the seat and released her death grip on the door handle. "You scared the life out of me doing that!" 

"Aaaawww… you're a spoilsport." She said as she pulled the car down an exit ramp on the east side of the city. "So, how was it?"

Jessica paused at the non-sequiter. "How was what? The drive, I told you, it terrified me."

"No…how was it?

Jessica's cheeks flushed with understanding. "Oh, it was pretty good, you know."

"Did you bring it with you?"

"Well, yeah." Jessica felt her cheeks heat even more.

A wicked grin spread across Suki's lips, "Do you have it on?"

"No!" A pause, "Why… do you?"

"Of course, only level one, just to keep me in the mood to party." Her eyes flicked to Jessica again, then down to her cleavage and back to the road. "Why don't you try it?"

"Oh, I don't know if I should…" Jessica fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, "I don't think so."

"Oh come on. You have to try it. Trust me, once you go clubbing with it on, you'll never go back." 

"Well…" Jessica looked down.

"Come on, just do it. If you don't like it you can always turn it off." Suki smiled at her. "Trust me, you'll love it."

Jessica thought for a few moments and then reached into her purse and pulled the remote out. "Yours is on right now?"

"Just level one."

"Ok…" Jessica punched in level one and hit enter. She sighed as warm, pleasant feeling passed through her body and she relaxed into the seat. After a minute a soft sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes. 

"Now isn't that better?" Suki's words floated through her mind.

"Mmmmm...."

Suki made no reply but Jessica felt the car slowing to a stop. She opened her eyes to see they were on a wide street lined with shops and bars. The car in front of them was waiting to take a left turn. She looked over at Suki but the slim Asian girl was looking at something in the rear view mirror. "What's wrong?"

"I think I popped the trunk open when I when I opened the console. Can you get out and slam the trunk for me?"

Jessica smiled over dreamily, "Sure." She quickly hopped out and tried to slam the trunk but it was still latched so she hurried back and sat down. "It's not open." She huffed as she slammed the door. 

"Oh, it maybe it's just something in the trunk." Suki said as she put the car in gear and drove on. "Sorry."

Two blocks later Suki pulled the car up to the front of a plain concrete building with a single bright blue door. To one side of the door was a mass of people waiting their turn to get into the club. At the door was a huge beast of a man that Jessica figured weighed at least three times as much as she did. He was dressed in a tuxedo and sunglasses even though it was dark outside. Over the man's head was a small blue neon sign that said "Vixens".

Jessica looked at the mass of people waiting to get in a wondered if they were just going to stand in line all night. As she looked at the line of would be club goers, something nagged at her brain but the warm sensations washing through her wouldn't let her hold onto a single thought for long. 

Suki left the car running and got out, looking down a t Jessica. "Are you coming?"

"Don't you have to park the car?"

"It'll be taken care of, come on." She walked around the front of the car and Jessica found herself staring at Suki's long, shapely legs as they were highlighted by the headlights. Her arousal seemed to increase as she found her eyes continuing to follow the legs as the girl walking over to her door. 

Suki opened her door and looking down at Jessica and smiled a crooked, knowing smile. She offered her a hand to help her out. "Are you sure you only set that thing to level one?" She asked with a smile.

"I guess I'm just not used to it yet." She slipped her hand through Suki's arm as they headed to the door. After a few steps she realized that she was walking arm in arm with Suki like she would with a guy. She tried to pull away but Suki held her arm tight. 

"You're not backing out now." She continued to guide her towards the door. 

Jessica looked at the crowd of people waiting to get into the club and wondered why they weren't heading towards the end of the line. As they approached the hulking man at the door he smiled respectfully and pulled open the door. 

"Evening Suki. Good to see tonight." He said in a slow, sonorous voice. He looked at Jessica, "And a Good Evening to you too Miss."

Suki smiled, "Good to see you to Frankie. This is my friend Jessica." She flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and jerked her head in the direction of the street, "Can you get Tom to take care of my car?"

"Of course. I'll have him take care of it right away." He nodded his head, "Have a good evening," He nodded at Jessica, "You to Miss."

As they walked into the crowded club Jessica looked around wondering why Suki got the VIP treatment at the door. She was finding it very difficult to concentrate on anything for long however, because of the continual flush of her arousal. She was acutely aware of the feel of her panties against her hairless crotch and the firm feeling of her strapless bra holding her breasts. Everything that touched her skin seemed to be stimulating her more than ever. Even the feel of the soft fabric of her dress on her thighs as she walked seemed to be more sensual that any lovers touch had ever been. 

Suki placed her hand at the small of Jessica's back and guided her through the crowd towards one side of the club. 

As they walked, Jessica looked at the crowd of people filling the club wondering what seemed wrong to her but the feel of Suki's hand was distracting her. She tried to ignore the feel of the warm hand through the silky fabric but she found her thoughts continually leading back to the touch. 

As she tried to make her way through the crowd a woman in a very skimpy blue dress turned around just as Jessica was passing. Jessica managed to stop just before bumping into her and stood face to face with the woman for a moment. She was very pretty, probably about twenty-five or so with shoulder length blond hair and incredibly blue eyes. Those blue eyes were now looking at Jessica with a predatory glare as her mouth twitched up into a small smile.

"Hey Sweetie. I don't remember seeing you here before." She leaned in so close as she spoke that their breasts touched. "I'm Katie."

Jessica could feel her own hard nipples pressing into Katie's full breasts as she stared into the woman's bright blue eyes. Katie shifted a little causing Jessica to gasp softly from the stimulation of her nipples. 

The blue eyes seemed to gleam with lust as they traveled from her eyes to leer down into Jessica's cleavage for a long moment before looking back up into Jessica's eyes. Then the eyes flicked to Suki, standing beside her. The lips formed into a knowing grin and she looked back to Jessica, she winked and her red lips formed a kiss. "Good luck Sweetie." She turned away and melted into the crowd. Jessica found herself thinking of Katie's amazing blue eyes as Suki pushed her gently onward. 

Jessica had just decided that this experiment had gone far enough and it was time to turn off her implant when they finally made it to the bar. 

Suki guided Jessica towards two empty stools at the far end of the bar. As Jessica placed one foot on the rail and started to set herself onto the stool, she felt Suki's hand slide down from the small of her back and give her ass a firm squeeze. Suki left her hand resting on Jessica's bottom as she slipped up to stand right beside her. 

Jessica's sighed softly at the intimate contact and rather than push Suki away she found herself leaning in closer to the beautiful Japanese girl. Jessica's thoughts were a sea of turmoil. How could she be having these reactions to Suki? Suki was her friend and more than that, she was a girl. She couldn't be having these thoughts about another woman, she wasn't even gay. She was loosing control, she realized, the implant had to get turned off now. Just as she resolved to shut it off, Suki's hand tightened on her ass and sent another wave through her body and wiped away the thought.

"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" A feminine voice startled Jessica out of her intimate revelry. Her eyes snapped up to see a tall, beautiful woman with long hair the color of polished copper standing behind the bar, directly in front of her. The woman surveyed Jessica through brilliant green eyes that looked out over a slender nose which was covered with a smattering of freckles that spilled onto her cheeks. The woman's full lips spread into a dazzling smile and her eyes looked to Suki, "Hi Sweetheart."

"Hello Samantha." Suki said in a low, sultry voice that Jessica had never heard her use before. Then to Jessica's shock, Suki leaned across the bar and gave the woman a long, passionate kiss. 

Jessica's pulse thundered in her ears as she watched her friend kissing the copper haired woman. She could see Suki open her mouth and suck hungrily on Samantha's tongue as if she couldn't get enough. The woman's hand came up behind Suki's head and grabbing a handful of hair, pulled the slim girl halfway across the bar without breaking the kiss. Suki groaned with pleasure as the woman shifted from her lips down to the side of her neck and up to her ear.

Jessica stared at her friend and seeing the look of rapture on Suki's face, found herself wondering if she would get a chance to do that tonight.

The two women finally broke their kiss and spent a few long moments staring into each others eyes. Jessica thought the smoldering passion she saw in their eyes was hot enough to set the bar on fire. Without breaking eye contact or letting go of Suki's head, the woman nodded slightly at Jessica. "Who's this?"

Suki replied dreamily, "Jessica."

One eyebrow twitched up and she smiled, "Jessica. The one with the new implant?"

"Mmmmhmmm." Eyes still locked on Samantha, Suki nodded slowly and returned the smile.

Jessica's cheeks flushed scarlet at realizing that Suki had told this woman that she had gotten an implant. "Suki…!"




Remote Control



The woman finally let go of Suki's neck and straightened up, looking over at Jessica. "Hello Jessica, I'm Samantha, the owner of this little place." She held out her hand but when Jessica reached over to shake it Samantha leaned in quickly and kisser her hard on the lips. 

For an instant Jessica wanted to cry out and pull back but the feeling of Samantha's soft lips on hers fanned the fire that was already smoldering inside her and she found herself returning the kiss. When she felt Samantha's tongue brush her lips she opened her mouth and allowed it in. She moaned as Samantha pulled her tongue into her hot mouth and sucked on it. Her moans intensified as she felt Suki's hand slide down her back and grasp her ass again in a firm squeeze. She could feel the wetness between her legs and knew that her panties must be soaked by now. She couldn't believe that she was actually kissing another woman, a woman that she had just met. With an immense force of will she broke the kiss and sat back. "No… I… I have to… to go. I'm sorry…"

"But we just got here." Suki cooed in her ear. "We haven't even gone dancing yet." 

"Dancing?" Jessica asked numbly through the haze of arousal. "No… no, I have to go now. Please take me home."

"Not until we dance." Suki took her by the hand and started to pull her out onto the dance floor. 

"Wait." Jessica pulled her hand free. "I just have to do something." She opened her purse and looked for the remote, she had had enough. This was getting out of control and the implant had to be turned off.

"Looking for this?" 

Jessica looked up and saw that Suki was holding the small remote to the implant.

"I'm looking for mine…" She broke off and looked up at Suki, a strange mixture of dread and excitement growing in the pit of her stomach. "Is that…" she trailed off.

"Yours?" She smiled devilishly, "Yup." She held out a hand, "Now let's dance Baby."

"Please," Jessica pleaded, "I need to turn it off."

"I can do that for you." Suki looked at the remote and pressed a series of buttons. 

Jessica gasped as her arousal increased dramatically. Her knees felt weak and her vision swam as waves of pleasure passed through her body. Her eyes locked on Suki and she saw that Japanese girl smile wickedly. 

Her mouth opened in a silent cry as she saw Suki open the top two clasps of her dress and slip the remote down deep into her cleavage before buttoning the dress back up. She then walked up to Jessica and taking her purse, tossed it to Samantha. Leaning in close, she breathed in Jessica's ear, "You want it back, you'll have to come in and get it, sweetheart." When Suki was done speaking she started nibbling on Jessica's earlobe. Her hot mouth and warm moist breath felt wonderfully erotic to Jessica's overly sensitive skin and she groaned softly. Her groaning increased as Suki's hand came up and gave one of her breasts a firm squeeze. 

"Suki…I…"

Suki straightened up and spun Jessica around, "Come on sweetheart, let's see what you've got." She gave Jessica a push out to the center of the dance floor. 

Jessica's mind reeled as she stumbled out onto the dance floor, bumping into several girls along the way. She came to a clumsy stop amid the thundering music, flashing lights and wildly dancing bodies. She turned around to see Suki right behind her, arms out, head back, dancing closer to her. Jessica stood there dazed for a moment watching her beautiful friend and trying to make sense of what was happening but the lights, noise and her increased arousal made it almost impossible for her to think straight. Her hips started to move almost of their own volition as the music assaulted her and without even realizing it she had started dancing. 

Every moment that Jessica danced, made her decide that Suki was right, there was nothing like partying with the implant running. The constant heat between her legs kept her from thinking about anything for more than a few seconds at a time without getting distracted by her libido. Hey attention was constantly being drawn by different stimulations of her body. Her dress, which before had seemed so light and hardly noticeable, now seemed to be caressing her skin like the most sensual lover she had ever known. She thought that her nipples could feel every individual fiber in the material of her bra as her breasts bounced and swayed with her dancing. But by far the most distracting was her panties. The constant pull of the silky material against her pussy was slowly driving her mad with desire. 

The girl in front of her was only adding to that desire. Suki's tight body danced seductively just a few inches from her. The red dress clung to her as she moved and Jessica thought it did more to reveal the shape of her body than if she had been naked. Her eyes were continually drawn to the swell of Suki's breasts and the flare of her hips as the girl danced. Jessica found herself reaching out and running her hands over the silky red material and pulling the slender girl closer. 

Suki slowly moved in at Jessica's timid touch, enjoying her friend's hesitation and confusion almost as much as her arousal. Pressing up against Jessica, she turned her around with a little push and closed right in behind her. Suki grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled the increasingly willing Jessica tight to her as she continued to dance. Jessica responded to her touch and pushed her ass out as she worked her hips to the beat of the music. 

Jessica's body had slipped beyond the limits of her control and she knew it. She didn't know where the feeling inside her were going to take her and she no longer cared. The storm of arousal was rampaging around inside her and she surrendered to its power. Without turning her head, she reached over her shoulder and grabbed Suki behind the neck and pulled the Asian girl closer. Suki willingly leaned in and planted her lips on the side of Jessica's neck, giving her a long slow, sucking kiss that made her groan. The groan turned to a gasp as Suki gently nibbled her way up Jessica's neck to her ear. 

Suki whispered in her ear, "So how do you like your first time in a dyke bar?"

The words took a moment to sink through the haze of lust that Jessica was floating in but when it did her eyes snapped open wide and she looked around with sudden understanding. That was what was wrong with this place, there were no guys anywhere. There were a lot of women who were very feminine and several who were decidedly butch but they were definitely all female. She couldn't believe that she didn't realize it sooner. Everywhere she looked there were only women, she felt foolish for not noticing before now. 

She stood in stunned confusion; her mind struggled to focus on what was going on but her still pounding arousal made thinking difficult. "Why did you bring me here? I'm not a lesbian." Jessica asked Suki without turning around. 

"Really?" Suki purred into her ear. "I think your body says otherwise." She punctuated her words with a sharp nip to Jessica's earlobe driving a small cry from the girl. 

"I have to go…" Jessica trailed off. But even as she said it her hands betrayed her and grabbed a handful of Suki's silky black hair, guiding Suki's mouth back to her neck. 

Suki kissed her once more on the neck and then spun her around, grabbed her close and kissed her hard on the mouth. As Jessica's mind struggled to regain control, her body melted into the intense kiss, allowing Suki's tongue into her mouth without resisting. She felt lightheaded as one of Suki's hands glided down her back and giving her ass a firm squeeze and pulled their hips hard together. Suki's thigh pressed between Jessica's legs, forcing them apart and making her skirt ride up higher.

Jessica's gasps and groans turned into moaning as she felt Suki's firm thigh press against her crotch. Instinctively she began to rub her pussy against the firm smoothness, desperate to relieve the intense longing between her legs. 

The constant stimulation from the implant was like nothing she had ever experienced before. No matter how she moved or what she did the pleasure remained. The longer it went on the harder it was for her to think or even control her actions. Her body seemed to increasingly have a mind of its own and she was now just along for the ride. The whole experience had a strange sense of the surreal about it and she almost felt as if she was watching from a distance. Her mind tried to deny that she was in a lesbian club making out with her friend and humping her leg but the sensations of her body couldn't be denied. The soft, hot wetness of Suki's tongue in her mouth, the feel of her hand squeezing her ass and most of all the building flood of pleasure in her center told her it was really happening. 

"Please… I need … I need to… to… go." She managed to say around Suki's tongue even as she eagerly returned the slim girls affection. She was vaguely aware that she was still in the middle of the dance floor with women dancing all around her, several of which were watching the two of them with a lusty interest. "Please…" 

Suki broke off the kiss and resumed nuzzling her ear. In a breathy whisper that was still loud enough to be heard over the music she said, "Go? I don't think you want to go sweetie. I think you want to cum." Her hand slid from the back of Jessica's neck to one of her breasts. "Why don't you cum for me?" As she said it she gave Jessica's nipple a firm pinch. 

It all suddenly became too much for Jessica and she slipped over the edge into ecstasy. With shocking suddenness her first orgasm ripped through her body driving a shriek of surprise and delight from her. Without caring that she was in a crowd of people she continued to cry out as wave after wave of blinding passion swept through her body. Her thoughts were washed away and all that was left was a pure animal lust. Clinging to Suki, she rode her leg with a wild abandon, driven by the need to satiate her hungry sex. 

Suki gave her nipple another pinch only harder this time, more savage. The sharp pain and pleasure mingled and twisted together in her mind creating something deliciously forbidden and frighteningly sensual. Catcalls and cheering came from several of the woman who were watching their display but the notion had barely registered in her mind when another climax tore through her tortured body and scattered her thoughts to the wind.

Finally Suki pulled her leg back and grabbing the back of Jessica's neck, pulled her close and kissed her again. The kiss was more gentle this time. Suki's tongue moved slowly around in her mouth, tasting, caressing, and not savage with lust like before. Jessica opened her eyes to see several girls starring at her with smiles and lust in their eyes. She felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment in addition to the heat of her passion. She avoided looking into the eyes of the women around her and instead closed her eyes and concentrated on the afterglow that was still coursing through her. It was then that she realized that the intensity of her arousal was fading. 

Suki must have sensed her confusion because she broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, "You're back on level one now. I set your remote to go to level three for fifteen minutes then go back to one." She leaned back and looked Jessica in the eyes, "Are you ok?"

Jessica could only nod as her mind struggled to catch up to recent events. As she thought, the fast dance song that had been playing ended and the DJ put on a slow song. The lights dimmed and the crowd on the dance floor thinned out a little. 

Jessica didn't resist as Suki pulled her close and wrapped her arms around her pulling their body's together. She hesitated a moment as Suki started swaying slowly to the music but eventually gave in and followed her lead. As they danced her afterglow from her climaxes continued to fade but the implant kept her arousal on a constant simmer, ready to boil over at the slightest provocation. 

While the music continued to play, Jessica thought that she should be embarrassed by her public performance a few minutes before, and even more so because it had been with another woman, but oddly she found that in some strange way she had enjoyed it. That thought both confused and delighted her at the same time. 

The rational part of Jessica's mind was screaming at her to get the hell out of there now, that she wasn't a lesbian and that this was all wrong. She was risking her job, her friends, and her family all because of a stupid sex toy that she had stupidly lost control of. But even as she thought of leaving, she let her head sink down to rest on Suki's shoulder and snuggled in tighter. 

Suki kissed her lightly on the cheek and then said softly in her ear, "I want to taste you."

Jessica's exhaustion was gone in an instant as a fresh wave of excitement coursed through her. She didn't speak but found herself nodding and kissing the side of Suki's neck in response. 

Suki kissed her cheek softly and then started leading her back towards the bar. Jessica allowed herself to be lead by the hand like a little girl in the supermarket. When they got to the bar Samantha was busy mixing drinks so Suki reached over the bar and grabbed their purses. Handing Jessica her purse she once again started leading her, this time towards a door in the back wall of the club. 

At the door, Suki punched a series of buttons into the keypad next to the door and with a click the door sprung open a few inches. Opening the door, she stood aside and with a hand at the small of Jessica's back, ushered her inside, closing the door behind them. 

Inside was a dimly lit stairwell that went down to a small landing with three doors. Jessica again allowed Suki to lead her as they entered the center door, which Suki closed behind them without turning on any lights. The room was pitch black and Jessica had to blink her eyes to make sure they were even open. There was no sound except for the muted bass from the dance floor overhead. 

"Suki?" 

The only response was a series of soft snapping sounds from somewhere in front of her. 

"Suki? Please, I don't like this." She paused at a soft rustling sound that she couldn't quite place. "Suki?" She took a tentative step forward, "Suki, I don't…" 

"Over here sweets." Suki's soft voice came from somewhere in front of her. 

"Where?" She took another step forward. The floor under her feet became soft as she stepped onto a deep carpet. 

There was a muted click and a warm light glowed to life across the room. The light was very muted but seemed like the sun after the oppressive dark a few moments earlier. Jessica looked quickly around the room for a moment as her eyes adjusted. It was a comfortably furnished bedroom with a large dresser against one wall over which hung an enormous mirror. A small conversation nook with two overstuffed leather chairs and a coffee table was right next to the door. The entire side wall was lined with floor to ceiling bookshelves that overflowed with what must have been thousands of books, most well worn and rather dog eared. The two far walls were covered with floor to ceiling mirrors that ran the entire length of the room. In the corner of the mirrored walls was an enormous bed set on a small platform with two steps leading up to it. At the top of the steps, stood Suki. 

Jessica starred in awe at the lovely Japanese girl before her. She was completely nude now, her gown piled around her ankles. Her body was flawless, slim and firm without being too skinny or over muscled. Her firm well proportioned breasts were caped with small pink nipples that stood out stiffly in the cool air of the bedroom. Jessica's eyes trailed down the smooth, pale skin till they snagged on Suki's sex, which was devoid of hair, just as she now was. 

"So what do you think?" Suki asked in a surprisingly shy voice. 

Jessica had to work for a minute to find her voice, "You're breathtaking." Even as she said it she wondered at herself. She had never had this kind of feeling towards another woman before. Upstairs she had been under then influence of the implant while she had allowed herself to be seduced on the dance floor. But now the implant was on its lowest setting and was only giving her a pleasant flush, not the raging need like before. So why were the feelings for Suki still so strong?

Before she even questioned herself she knew the answer, at least in her heart, if not in her head yet. She felt a connection with Suki, something deep that had been there since they first met but she was only now realizing. It had been there on the dance floor as well, that was why she allowed Suki to take her so far so fast. Even under the influence of the implant she knew deep down that she never would have allowed anyone else to do that to her, she would have somehow managed to stop it. But she had allowed Suki to control her because deep down she felt safe under her control. In some way that she was only now realizing she loved Suki, and she beginning to see that Suki loved her back. 

Thoughts of love brought back an image of Suki kissing Samantha earlier that evening and Jessica felt her cheeks heat. Maybe Suki already had a lover and was just using her. Maybe Suki didn't really care about her and this was all a game. Her growing acquiescence to a forbidden love began to falter. "What about Samantha?" She asked. 

Suki cocked her head slightly as if genuinely surprised, "What about her?"

"Won't she be mad if we… well… you know."

"Why would she be?"

Jessica looked down and fidgeted, "Isn't she your… your…" she steeled herself and looked up, "your lover?"

Suki starred for a minute in obvious surprise and understanding then laughed, "Well, sometimes, yes. But we're not in love if that's what you mean." She stepped down off of the platform and walked up to within arms reach of Jessica. "She's my sister."

Now it was Jessica's turn to laugh, "Yeah, sure! You look just like her!" She said picturing the tall, freckled, redhead and black haired Japanese girl standing next to each other. "Good one."

Suki grinned up at Jessica who now towered over her since she still had her heels on. "Well, not real sisters obviously," She paused, "I'm adopted. But we grew up together and always thought of ourselves as real sisters." 

"That didn't look much like any kiss between sisters that I've ever seen." Jessica said with a raised eyebrow. Her hopes were beginning to rise again. 

Suki blushed, "Yeah, well, perhaps we're a bit more than just sisters. Our relationship is kind of odd. We do have sex occasionally, we've even shared lovers a few times, but we still have relationships with others. She's my sister, best friend, and sort of a sex buddy all in one." She looked at Jessica as if hoping she would understand. "I know it sounds odd, but it works for us."

"If you say so." Jessica looked down into Suki's black eyes and felt herself falling into them again. "But you still have other… relationships?"

Suki nodded, "Yes."

"Are you currently in any other… relationships?" Jessica added. As she asked she wondered which answer scared her more, yes or no. 

Suki lips quirked into a small, mischievous, smile, "Well, there is this girl I've been holding out for. She's not really into girls but I think that deep down she likes me too." 

Jessica's heart seemed to skip a beat at Suki's admission. "Maybe she does. Maybe she always has and she's just now realizing it."

Suki stepped right up to Jessica and wrapped her arms around her, "Do you think this girl is ready to take the next step?"

Jessica's hands were trembling as she reached up and tentatively ran her hands up Suki's now naked back. She didn't answer for several seconds as she ran her hands up and down the smooth, flawless skin. She was lost for several moments in the soft, silken feel of Suki's skin and couldn't find her voice. 




Remote Control



Monday morning, British Politics: People and Power, two hours worth of lectures all before 11am. Really, could my day get any worse? The shrill bleeping off the alarm clock still ringing in my head, 7:45, and definitely time to get up, i still had too much to do before my first class.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, eyelids still heavy and tired from staying up too late the night before. Not the best idea in the world, but i just had so much stuff to do, and so little time to do it in. Even as i trudge down the hall to the shower i'm running through a mental 'to do' list in my head, and silently groaning at just how much it has grown over the weekend. 

The hot water gradually washes away the remains of sleep as i simply go through the motions of getting ready. Shampoo and conditioner, You like my hair long so i need to keep it in good condition for You, even if it means getting up a few minutes earlier every morning to make sure it gets a thorough conditioning. Then shaving, everywhere, again, a prerequisite for You, but i can't say i don't enjoy the sensation of soft, smooth skin under my fingers. 

It's too early for most to be awake, and so wrapping myself from head to foot in a towel i make a quick dash back across the hall to my room, snuggling into the thick warm of the material, tempted, for a few seconds, to go back to sleep. No time, no time, i keep telling myself, but that pull of sleep will be present for another hour yet i should imagine. 

It's almost 8:30 by the time i've moisturized and dressed, checking my appearance in the mirror a few times, adjusting little things here and there until i know they are correct. Muttering under my breath as things don't look as perfect as i know You would like. Fussing and changing until i have it correct. 

There, my long red hair tied up into two high bunches that seem to bounce around my face like excited children, or perhaps more like i do when i know You are coming to see me. My tits pushed up into my new red bra, and just about forced into my white school shirt, the top two buttons left undone giving anyone and fantastic view of my cleavage, the third and fourth buttons threatening to burst. I know that shirt is too small, that's the appeal though isn't it? Short black skirt, just long enough to cover my ass as i walk, but certainly not if i need to bend over to pick anything up. Red panties underneath, and then my knee high new rocks, heels to make me seem taller, make the skirt seem shorter. School tie loose around my neck, hanging just where my shirt opens, immediately drawing attention towards my tits. I can only think what people must think, but i don't care, i know what You think. 

A knock on the door startles me, and again i check the clock, there isn't usually any post until after 9am, and the cleaners don't usually come around until after 11am. Shrugging slightly, i open the door and glance around the empty corridor, confused. Just as i am about to shut the door i notice the small package on the floor, so easy to miss, but at the same time, so obviously placed for me. 

I carry it into my room and sit down on the bed to open it, completely confused as to what it might be, and why anyone would be sending me anything? Everything is soon explained as i rip open the brown paper and a small handwritten note falls onto my lap. 'Pet, i want you to wear this for me today, as well as everything else i have asked for. Be a good girl, and enjoy your classes. - Sir' Rummaging around in the bubble wrap inside the package i finally find the hidden contents, my hand closing around a smooth cylidrical object. As i pull it clear of the packaging i smile, giggling slightly as i realize exactly what it is and what its implications for the rest of the day. 

We've talked about remote controlled vibrators for a while now, ever since i told You how much the thought of them turns me on, just holding one in my hand has my stomach tight with anticipation, my pussy already dampening, i know i mustn't waste time, but one thing is bothering me slightly, where are You? How are You going to activate the bullet? It's obvious that You have the remote, but i have classes. 

Shaking my head as i glance at the clock and notice just how long i have been daydreaming i quickly slip my hand under my skirt and into my panties, easily slipping the bullet into place, i'm already so wet for it. 

Grabbing my notebook, pen and text book and keys i quickly jog down the stairs, checking the actual post box as i reach reception, smiling politely at the day porter as his jaw all but hits his desk, his eyes certainly not high enough to be looking at my face. 

It's all i can do to not run to my first class, i'm already buzzing at the thought of what might happen today, i just want to get there and see what happens. Never has Politics looked so interesting. 

Stepping into the lecture theater i take a deep breath to calm myself down before heading for a seat in the far back corner, it's not a case of hiding from the lecturer, it's just that if somehow You get close enough to turn the vibrator on, i don't want to be right at the front of the room where everyone can see. Up here is risk enough for me, especially as people start to file in around me. 

For a few seconds i close my eyes and lean back against the wall behind me, i could so easily just doze off, even through all the excitement of my package, i can't deny the pull of sleep after getting about five hours sleep the night before. 

The sudden and unexpected vibrations from the bullet deep inside my pussy yank me back to reality with a soft moan that i quickly try to cover with a cough. My eyes frantically searching the room for You, the range on these things isn't fantastic, You must be in the room somewhere. How? Why? Thinking rationally is getting harder though as the speed and strength of the vibrations increases. What are you trying to do? 

And then just as suddenly as it started, it stops, and i still don't know where You are. 

And the class is about to start, so my searching for You needs to take second place to paying attention to the lecturer, i know You want me to do well in my classes, so i must pay attention. 

I don't know how much time passes, but my note taking leaves a lot to be desired, and the room is so warm i start to feel myself drifting towards sleep again, my head resting against the wall behind me. Oh, so sleepy. Sleep looks so much more appealing than my lecture, this teacher's voice droning on and on doesn't help. Why was i up so late last night?

Just as my eyes close and i softly sigh with contentment, my pen drooping from my hand onto the table You strike once more. Dragging me back to the present with the pulsing vibrations that make my insides melt and my skin flush as i grip the edge of the table to fight the sensations, biting my lip to hold back the moan. I can almost hear You "that'll teach you to fall asleep in class." But if anything my concentration is worse, my pussy tingling as You switch off the vibrations, my panties are already soaked and we are only half an hour into the class. 

Taking another deep breath to calm down slightly i pick up my pen again and scan my eyes over the lecture notes to see where we are and what i missed, i'm going to have to put in some extra time in the library to make up for this lapse in concentration. 

I still don't know where You are, but i know You control me, in every possible way right now. I can't fall asleep, i must pay attention, if You so wished You could push me right to the edge of orgasm right there in the middle of my class and i wouldn't be allowed to cum without asking You, and until i know where You are that is impossible. This really is my fantasy come true isn't it? You were listening to every word, and now You are making it real. 

Another ten minutes or so passes by and not a buzz from You and i finally start to relax a little bit more, paying more attention to the lecturer as he approaches the area that i am struggling to understand the most. As he starts i hesitantly raise my hand, waiting for his eyes to sweep back around to my side of the room. 

"Sorry, but umm.. Could you possibly just explain Universal Sufferage again? I didn't understand it fully last time and i've had no luck with the reading i've done since last week." 

i hope You're proud of me, speaking out when You know i don't like to draw attention to myself. You wait until he has finished explaining and i have taken a sufficient volume of notes to ensure i wont forget in the future before switching on a nice low vibration, as if to say "well done, i'm pleased."

I had never thought that different vibrator speeds could say so much, but this does, or is it just me over analyzing? What does it matter, if i want to think You are talking to me through the vibrator speeds then that is what is happening until You tell me otherwise. 

You leave it running, the soft and slow vibrations just enough to remind me it is there, just enough to have me soaking my panties, and probably the back of my skirt if it was long enough, but it's not so much that i can't concentrate. 

As the lecture finishes i start to slowly pack up my things, letting majority of the class empty out before i stand up, i have an hour before my next class so there is no rush to get anywhere, and i really don't need a horde of horny lads looking down my shirt right now, i'm horny enough for everyone in the room. When there are just a few people left i pack up my textbook and stand. 

Only for You to send another blast of strong vibrations tearing through me. It's so unexpected, so strong my knees almost buckle, my breath catches in my throat and i can't control the cry of surprise and excitement. That's so good. I grab the back of the chair to hold myself steady before sitting back down, i know i can't walk until You stop. Where are you to be doing this? I squirm in my seat as sitting only seems to make the vibrations feel stronger, at least the room is empty now, and i know from the timetable that there isn't another lecture for another hour. Struggling to control my breath, fighting the waves of pleasure coursing through me as You adjust the vibration patterns, fast and slow, hard and soft.

Time passes in a blur, i've no idea how long i sit there, head back against the wall, focusing on just breathing, silently begging for more and for You to stop all at the same time. 

And it stops. 

There's a muffled click of a lock that barely registers in my head as i lie there, slouched low in the seat, head back, eyes closed, chest rising and falling heavily, i'm amazed the buttons have held on the shirt. 

Slow measured footsteps are what pull me from my day-dream like state, and then the unmistakable sound of Your laughter. 

"Fun lecture my toy?" You ask as You draw level with me, grinning almost from ear to ear. "It wouldn't have been so much fun if you had managed to stay awake for all of it, but well done for asking that question, I know you were struggling with that concept the other night." 

"Yes Sir..." my voice is still breathless. "Where were You? How did You know?" 

"I always know, wherever you are. Now tell me, how are you feeling?"

"Not sleepy anymore..." I laugh, sitting up straighter in the chair. "But i'm rather wet, and rather aroused."

"Good." You can't seem to stop smiling, and i can't seem to stop watching You, maybe that's why i'm Yours, because just seeing You makes my day so worthwhile. "Was it as good as you imagined? To give me that control?"

"Yes Sir." There's no doubt about it, it was just one more part of my life for You to flex Your control over, knowing that You had me squirming in my seat even in a lecture was a thrill, knowing it is something i would never have done without You, knowing that i could get caught any time. For You. 

"Show me." You command, that authoritative tone that makes me wonder if i have done something wrong, but that also leaves me wanting more instruction every time. And it takes me a few seconds to realize what You want, but You just sit and wait, an unerring faith that i will do what You ask. 

Spreading my knees i flip up the bottom of my skirt to reveal the large wet mark across the gusset of my panties, the red cotton turned almost black, a matching, but smaller, damp spot on the seat of the chair. 

"Mmm, good. Now, go down to the front of the hall, take your text book and stand by the white board." 

Frowning slightly, and very conscious of the fact that we are in what could very easily become a public setting i take my bag down to the front of the lecture theater and stand besides the giant whiteboard. 

"Don't look so nervous." You laugh. "I locked the door as i came in, we wont be disturbed just yet."

Standing beside me You seem to tower over me, not just in height, but Your very presence is so much greater than mine. Lowering my eyes to the floor i take a deep breath, waiting for whatever happens next. 

"Let's see just how much of that class you were actually listening to eh?" You slowly circle around me, i can feel Your eyes burning through me as You nod appreciatively, i know You love this outfit. "I will ask you questions, if You get them right i will turn the vibrator on at a medium speed for five seconds per question. If you answer incorrectly you will be punished. You are not allowed to cum until you have answered all the questions correctly. Any you get wrong I will cycle back around to until you have answered them all correctly. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, You will ask questions about my last lecture, any questions i answer correctly will earn me five seconds of the vibrator on high, incorrect answers will be punished, i am not to cum until i have answered all the questions correctly."

"Correct, feet spread and arms behind your back." 

Thirty seconds later and You had undone the remaining buttons of my shirt, leaving it open, exposing my bra and tits to your view, and tied my hands together behind my back with my tie. Then You picked up my textbook and skimmed Your eyes over the pages relating to the lecture and start asking questions. 

"What does government do? I want three possible answers, I know there are lots." 

"Government provides a means for the representation of diverse interests. Umm... It fosters regional and national alliances and pursues global goals. And... fosters social peace by the provision of policing. Sir."

"Good toy." 

The vibrations are not as powerful as when i tried to leave the class, but are stronger than those You administered during the lecture and i moan softly with appreciation, and then regret as You switch it off. 

"Define politics."

"Politics is essentially a process that seeks to manage or resolve conflicts of interest between people, usually in a peaceful fashion... umm... There's more but i can't think what, Sir." 

"That's an incorrect answer."

Circling around behind where i couldn't see You, i started to worry, that familiar knot of disappointment in my stomach while i racked my brains for the correct answer for next time. You picked something up from the desk, i heard it, but could not tell what until You bought it sharply into contact with my left ass check. Flexi-Ruler, a sharp and stinging pain, arousing in the right setting, but not this. 

"One Sir, thankyou Sir." The words are out of my mouth before i even think about saying them. You didn't tell me i had to count, but it's habit. I take a few deep breaths and try to push aside the stinging stripe across my ass and focus on the next question. 

And so we continued, i don't know how long for, or even how many attempts it took me to get the trickier questions right, but i do know that my ass was burning and my pussy was dripping by the time we finished and my whole body seemed to be aching for release. My arms were sore from being tied, but that paled in comparison to my need to cum. 

The final correct answer and the subsequent "reward" almost sent me to the floor, my knees buckling from beneath me as You increased the speed of the vibrations over the five seconds, but You were there to catch me, a quick arm around me to support me and a gently muttered "Steady pet." as you guide me back against the desk, giving me something to lean against for a bit more support. 

I was panting, my whole body shiny with sweat as i fought against the orgasm You seemed so intent to drive me towards, but that i knew i couldn't have until You said so. 

"Very good, now you know this class inside out. Maybe i should test you like this more often." You chuckle and smile, and immediately i am filled with that enormous sense of pride that i managed to do the task, that You are pleased with me. 

"Please Sir..." i mutter, barely trusting myself to speak, afraid that the tiniest of movement will be too much for me. 

"Yes toy?" You ask, your voice betraying nothing, as if You have no idea what i want. 

"Please Sir, please..." i struggle for the words, just wishing You would just understand and say yes. "Please, i need... can i cum? Please?" i stare at You, wide eyes, hopefully displaying my raw need, evident by the sodden panties and the rock hard nipples, the flushed cheeks and the uncontrolled breathing. 

You smile almost vindictively and i watch as You flick the switch on the remote, setting the vibrator going once again, just a slow speed, just holding me right on the edge of my orgasm, but not pushing me over just yet. 

Slowly You walk around me and untie my wrists, gently rubbing them, letting the blood flow return to normal and letting me stretch my arms out in front of me, easing them back into use, soothing away the aching pain before sliding my shirt down my arms and off me. 

I moan softly, as Your hands brush against my tits. 

"Please Sir?" i ask again, my eyes wide and pleading. "Please?"

"Not yet." You reply sadistically as You hand me a different top, one of my many t-shirts. "Put that one on, you have a class in about ten minutes if i remember correctly, and you can't go dressed like that, it's all wet and sweaty."

"Please?!" i cry out after pulling the t-shirt over my head. 

"No." You reply and turn the speed up one level for about five seconds, as if to remind me who is in charge, and then You hand me a pair of jeans. "And you need to change that skirt, it really is too wet to wear again." 

"Thankyou Sir." i reply meekly, slipping the skirt down over my hips and taking the jeans from You.

"After this next class you can return to your room and you may cum, but not before. I will leave the remote control with you, you are not to turn it off before the end of the class. For your next lecture you will keep it on speed one, then as you walk back to your room i want you to turn it up to speed two and once you are in your room you are free to do as you wish to make yourself cum."

"Thankyou Sir." i reply, more enthusiastically than before, but silently dreading the next hour, Business Law with a vibrator inside me? 

"I will speak with you later tonight."

"Yes Sir, thankyou Sir."



Remote Control



Little Shop of Shiva

Another long day at the shop had slipped away. I unlocked the apartment and threw my jacket on the recliner as I reached for the remote. After several attempts the afternoon news filled the screen, but the remote failed to respond after numerous attempts to change channels. Too many abrupt encounters with the hardwood floor had finally taken their toll. Without pausing to grab my customary after work brew, I went out the door committed to a quick trip to "Wally World" for a generic replacement. The cross town commute in rush hour traffic promised to raise my already frazzled stress levels, but a night without the convenience of a remote was even less appealing. As I started to unlock the car, I glanced over at the seldom visited strip mall across the street and spotted a small storefront with the words Ravi's Electronics hand painted on the window. Surely they would have a small selection of remotes. I relocked the door and walked over, dodging stressed motorists as they sped home to their own TVs. 

As I entered the small store, I was almost overwhelmed by the odor of incense and haunting sounds of sitar music. The walls were covered with tapestries, most of a dude sitting on an ornate cushion with a bunch of arms coming out of his torso and a third eye in his forehead. The proprietor sat behind a cluttered workbench working on an old VCR with bifocals thicker than Coke bottles. Against the back wall, several different remotes were hanging unceremoniously, so I grabbed the one with the least buttons and waved it at the old man.

"Nine fifty," he offered with an almost indecipherable accent.

I pulled out a ten and thanked him as I strolled out the door, eager for a breath of fresh air. After playing the real life version of "Frogger" to cross the highway, I was soon back in my apartment, pausing to grab a brew before dropping onto the over-aged and overstuffed couch and ripping the cursed thick plastic off of my new possession. The instructions were printed on material akin to rice paper and damn near required a microscope to read. After a few trial and error attempts at programming, the TV flashed on and I was soon enjoying the last half of an original episode of Star Trek. The remote had a row of three buttons along the bottom that I didn't see on the instructions, but the red middle button had a return arrow inscribed so I figured they were designed for the cable box and thought nothing more of them until later that night during a commercial for Domino's.

Comparing a Domino's pizza to a greased soaked cardboard crust is no great stretch of the imagination, so when the commercial began I inadvertently pushed the blue button on the bottom of the control (That was the same location as the channel change button on the old control). In a flash, I landed hard on my butt on a carpeted floor, the remote in one hand and my beer in the other. I was butt naked. The room was dimly lit by a candle, but it was a bedroom -- definitely feminine with pink curtains and flowery patterns on most everything. There was dead silence for several moments, and I held my breath while getting my bearings.

Brothel babe

A deep moan came from atop the bed, and the mattress began to move sporadically. I ventured on my knees to peer over the edge and encountered a delicate hand rubbing the living piss out of a neatly trimmed pussy. My heart jumped into my throat as I watched the heightening sexual arousal of this delightful female form in the throes of self pleasuring. Her large breasts had rolled to the sides of her heaving chest; rippling symmetrically as her one hand pinched one of the large erect nipples and her other continued to frantically rub the wet pink center of her womanhood. I got painfully hard instantly, savoring her sexual scent wafting through the room amidst her soft lustful whimpers. The hand stroking her vulva became a blur as she pulled her knees up and arched her back with the impending orgasm. With short shallow gasps she reached her climax, the bed shaking violently as her passion dripped onto the pink comforter.

My painful erection took control, and carefully setting the remote and brew on the nightstand, I gently climbed aboard. I positioned myself between her still trembling legs lining - up my manhood with her cum drenched hand, then quickly moved her hand aside and took the plunge. Already well lubricated, I slid in completely to the hilt as her eyes shot open in surprise. A few moments passed before her eyes dreamily closed and she rocked her hips gently to coincide with my thrusts. She didn't possess the tightest pussy I've ever invaded, but her soft mewling gasps, her wildly gyrating breasts, and the deep red flush that crept up her neck and down her chest suggested it would be one of the most enjoyable couplings to date. As her hips urged me on, my mouth became parched, and my back began to ache from an old work injury, but I continued to quicken my onslaught on the delicious puffy pussy. Her back slowly arched and her breaths came in short pants as my cock began swimming in the effluence her pussy generated. With a savage thrust of her hips her face grimaced in orgasmic ecstasy, clamping my cock tightly. She uttered a guttural groan as she threw her arms around me, riding her orgasmic waves as I felt my air being forced from my lungs. Stars began to dance on my vision when she finally released me and eased back down onto the mattress. 

With my manhood still in control, I gradual renewed my onslaught. She moaned, a long, drawn out sound that was tersely cut short with my second thrust. Our hips immediately resumed their rhythm as we steadily climbed towards release. My mouth locked around the nearest engorged nipple as her hand snaked between us and found the wildly swinging sac housing my sperm producing glands. With my sensory input on overload, I pumped her wildly until, with a final thrust that matched her desperate up thrust, I erupted three pent up months of seed into her pulsating cavern. Again she likened to squeeze the life from me as our bodies relished the total bliss of sexual unity. I collapsed onto her soft voluptuous frame as we both struggled to refill our lungs and calm our racing hearts. With my last reserves, I rolled us onto our sides, and kissed her full trembling lips. 

"Who are you" she queried breathlessly as warning alarms jangled silently in my head. I'd seen too many movies to know the outcome to any given response could be catastrophic. Gently reaching over her, I grabbed my lukewarm brew and the control. I smiled as I pushed the red button -- or at least I thought I'd pushed the red button. . .

Jurrasic encounters

I landed with a thud on some spiked ferns in the middle of a tropical jungle. The air was thick and humid yet invigorating. Slowly, I assumed a sitting position and rearranged my butt to keep from getting poked. This remote was great -- a key to free sex without any of the normal games and greenbacks at the mere push of a button! I could hear the cheerful babble of a nearby stream, and slowly rose to make my way towards it. What remained of my beer bottle lay shattered on a boulder, but I figured I could live without it. The stream was merely a meter wide, and I could see small spiny fish frolicking in the small eddies formed by the tumbling waters. Gently placing the remote on a decaying stump, I waded into the cool brisk water as the sounds of the forest soothed my senses. After a refreshing break, I stumbled onto a rich grassy slope and bathed in the sun while studying the remote more carefully. There were no manufacturer trademarks to be found, and the button I figured I had pressed was blue. On the other side of the red return button, there was a green button but I was somewhat hesitant to try that one. Instead, I would push the red button, and hopefully return home. 

Just as I made my decision, and ungodly earth shaking roar erupted behind me, and I scrambled to my feet immediately. Slowly turning towards the sound source, I came face to gut with God-funking-zilla! He was a prime functioning model of T-Rex, or something from the same family with lizard skin, drooling choms, and eyes that perceived me as an exotic appetizer. Fight or flight kicked in - no one truly understands the flight response until they're tearing through the forest in a zigzag pattern to avoid becoming a dino-delicacy. My life was flashing before my eyes so fast I was getting vertigo. Just up ahead, some large boulders rested and beyond that, there was the rise onto a smoking volcano. I throttled up and headed to the hill, my lungs and feet on fire, as each monster footfall behind me created mini-quakes. 

Just as my strength began to wane, I spotted a small crevasse barely large enough to accommodate me. I dove through the thick foliage and into the darkness in a full nelson that would have silenced the critics at the Olympic Gymnastics competition. Another quick somersault and I bounced against the back wall of my new found refuge. There were three furry beasties staring at me with eyes as big as saucers. They were definitely females; two had what could best be described as small conical breasts, and the third had the deflated hangers of a bitch dog. The cleft between their legs was barely distinguishable unlike the lustful gaze in their eyes as they focused on my torso. I quickly fumbled with the buttons on the remote as they leaped on my body, their ruddy nails tearing at my soft skin. 

Suddenly an unearthly roar followed by a loud thunk and an inhuman scream echoed from the entrance of the cave. The four of us froze and turned to view the spitting image of Captain Caveman. This dude was ugly with an obvious lack of personal hygiene skills. How he took down a creature easily twenty times his size with the club he was brandishing was beyond me. Further, how he could ever hope to knock up one of his female counterparts with the cock the size of a sun dried earthworm placed serious doubt on my concept of evolution. Observations aside, it was quite apparent that competition was not his forte and he charged with eyes blazing while I cringed with the flight option now unavailable. He raised his club while in full stride, and I instantly realized his vulnerability. My fist shot strait towards his groin and he, like most men toppled into a quivering hairy mound of jelly. Crises averted.

Not so! One of the conical twins took me down with a quick chop to the back of my knees allowing the other to swiftly mount my torso and commence her frenzied rutting. Although her fur was fine, when driven with sixty kilos of sex starved flesh, it instantly became steel wool. Only occasionally did my genitals contact the soft wet cleft hidden within. Just as I was about to bid farewell to my most cherished extremity, the head of my cock lodged into her opening. With both voiced a collective gasp. Strong muscular contractions pulled me deeper into her depths creating a vacuum that rapidly coaxed me to fullness. She pushed down forcefully and I forced into the tightest, silkiest depths imaginable. With a second thrust, my glans was embedded in her cervix. The unmistakable grimace spoke of her agony even though my shaft was barely halfway engulfed. She paused as the hag with dangling tits chirped a string of single syllable commands and her vagina gradually accommodated my girth. With a look of resolve, she slowly raised her hips and began the jumping up and down on my painfully engorged organ. Mercifully, she quickly sped up her strokes until, with a high pitched scream, her vagina convulsed so tightly, my cock was physically forced out.

Seizing the opportunity, the other cone breasted critter forcefully shoved her to the side and mounted me. Once again, my glans penetrated her cervix, but she withdrew quickly, and, despite the obvious discomfort, she began to ride me fervently. The nipples on her chest became engorged and peeked out through the fine hair as her arousal became apparent. Despite my discomfort, I too became aroused, and was soon matching her forceful thrusts with my own. She cooed with each thrust and threw her head back as her hands found their way to her tiny nipples and pinched them forcefully. Quickly reaching her climax, she trembled violently and chirped an endless stream of shrill, single syllable expletives. Learning from past experience, I grabbed her hips forcefully, and lost myself in the delightful muscle contractions that forcefully caressed my cock and coaxed my essence to spew forth into the tiny womb. Apparently it was too much for her and she collapsed senselessly onto my chest with a grunt.

I heard a groan and a few syllables coming from the direction of Captain Caveman and knew it was time for my hasty exit. Reaching over to grasp the control, I gently fingered the buttons until I was sure I had the red middle button and pressed it firmly. . . 

I was lying on my back, stark naked, draped over the couch and staring at the ceiling. The remote slipped from my hand and changed the channel on cable to a pizza commercial as it fell onto the cushion. I lay there for what seemed like hours -- sore and numb. A quick glance at the wall clock revealed less than an hour had passed since I first pushed the blue button, but the bruised torso and bloodied cock confirmed that I had spent a small eternity in two separate alternate realities. Finally, the discomfort of my position forced me unsteadily to my feet. I slowly staggered to the fridge and pulled out a fresh brew. It went down smooth, as did I - slowly sinking to the cold tile as the room began spinning.

Sometime during the night, I apparently found my way to the couch, and woke early at the first hint of dawn with a hangover that set new personal standards. There was time to spare before I was due back in the shop so I staggered back into the kitchen and got some coffee started, my hanging balls sending jolts of agony with every step I took. The rejuvenating hot water from the shower slowly eased the discomfort, and soon I was on the road with a steaming cup of joe and an old pair of boxers cradling my "package."Once on line, I called the cable folks and ordered a new remote to be dropped off at the apartment office that day. Running a quick inventory, I ordered the least pricey components and made a list for the boss to consider. Time passed quickly until about an hour before quitting time. I was barely able to hang on, the last of my energy fading rapidly as I picked up the remote from the rental office and staggered into my apartment. I threw a Swanson's into the micro and grabbed a brew, but never finished either as exhaustion overwhelmed me. I spent another night sleeping on the couch.

A cloudy Friday morning arrived, with barely enough time for me to get prepped and head back to the shop. Workload was light, and I had plenty of opportunities to ponder my erotic experiences with the remote. On the way home I stopped at the electronics store, but the windows were all painted over with a hand painted "CLOZED" sign on the door. The mystery thickens. Back at my apartment, I thoroughly studied the remote, even opening the back cover and digging through the garbage for the mutilated package it came in-- but there was nothing to identify the manufacturer. Frustrated, I popped a brew and turned on the tube. There were nothing but more reruns and boring, sensationalistic news reports. Normally about this time, I'd get decked out and head for the local "watering hole,"but tonight I didn't feel any pressing need. Probably wouldn't be missed anyways. I changed channels, propped my feet on the coffee table, and enjoyed my brew. An hour and beer later, as the oppressive blanket of boredom encroached; I got up, took a pee and grabbed the remote. Closing my eyes, I pressed the green button and . . .

Return of the Ananuki

I slowly opened my eyes. I was standing on a patch of grass surrounded by a multitude of small white igloo shaped structures. Beyond the small community, on a small knoll, rose a tall white structure with a series of tall spires that reached high into sky. Occasional bolts of static discharge sizzled from the tallest spire. People strolled past in off-white gender-less leotards that covered all their bodies except for their unremarkable faces. One stood directly in front of me, staring at my crotch. I quickly used my hands to cover up.

"Greetings,"It murmured in a demure feminine voice

"Hi," I returned meekly, my embarrassment evident.

"Is it functional, she queried while staring at my package my hands suppoted.

"Uh, Last time I checked it was."

"Can I see it? Curiosity and perhaps a little excitement were evident in her voice.

"Uh, well," I stammered, "If I can see yours in a place more private."

"That's acceptable," she quickly replied. There was a device like an oversized wristwatch on her arm that she pushed a couple of buttons and I was instantly encased with a full body leotard like everyone else was wearing. Yet no one else sported a genital "bulge" or camel toe; they all appeared sexless. She gently grasped my hand and led me into one of the nearby "igloos" with a sliding front door one would expect to find on one of Gene Roddenberry's star-ships. Once inside, she pressed a button on her wrist and we were completely naked. I immediately noticed her breasts were barely nubs, and her hairless vulva was little more that a tiny opening. She immediately fell on her knees and her hands began their inexperienced exploration of my genitals. Soon I got hard, and she backed away in awe, amazed by the throbbing organ. With a grunt, she plunged her mouth on my erect pole, and bit down hard.

"What the hell," I gasped as I pushed her away and my cock rapidly deflated.

"Is it not edible," she asked, thoroughly confused.

"Uh, not literally. . ." I replied as I studied the red bite mark that encircled my cock. Oral sex had somehow turned a grizzly corner -- small wonder everyone was sexless! 

"I knew not- the Anuk provide our off spring."

"The Anuk, offspring?"

"Our celestial brothers, the Anuk -- know you not of the Anuk?"

"Look, I just got here, sweetheart," I replied defiantly gently rubbing my cock. 

"Our celestial brothers descended from heaven and provide all we could ever need,"she retorted defiantly. 

"They're concept of sexual gratification and taste in attire is definitely lacking," I mumbled sarcastically. 

The Anuk revealed sex is reason for all problems. They changed our DNA, we changed; we live happy now." 

"Is that why you bit my dick," I gestured to my groin.

"I curious -- heard digesting men make pleasure."

"Someone's seriously misinformed, my dear. Sex is normally gentle and pleasurable."

"So is eating," she retorted.

I smiled as I fingered the green button on the remote that had somehow remained in my hand throughout the entire encounter. Now wasn't the time to enter into a fruitless demonstration of what is and what ain't and what should be with a naïve cannibal. I pushed the green button. . .

Child of the Ananuki

I was in a lush, fertile valley with beautiful mountain peaks surrounding it. The air was fresh and clean and it felt pleasantly warm. A doe quietly munched on a tall clump of grass a few meters from where I stood. I could hear a beautiful feminine voice singing from within the tall pines where songbirds sang a myriad of whimsical tunes. The doe slowly strolled to me and rubbed its muzzle on my arm and I slowly stroked the short hair along its shoulder. It nuzzled me gently and slowly strolled on down the path. I quietly headed up the path towards the sweet voice that became louder with each step. I rounded a growth of dew coated ferns and there she was, kneeling next to a small tranquil pool of water, her long sensual fingers tracing small patterns on the water's surface. A small fish nipped at her forefinger and she gently caressed its scaly body as it nudged her hand gently.




Remote Control



Damn near had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't inside of some fairy tale. When she turned and noticed me huddled behind a bush, she sensually rose on legs that never seemed to end and shyly strolled over to me. I rose to her and after placing the remote on a nearby boulder, took her tiny hands in my own. She was beyond beautiful, long silky blond hair that flowed to the small of her back, large wanton sky blue eyes that reflected everything a man could ever desire, long sensuous limbs that begged to be caressed, full firm breasts capped with delightful brown nipples, and a cute little bush below her well toned abs that begged to be touched. Strangely, she had no navel. She led me to a grass covered clearing by a babbling brook and gracefully lay down pulling me on to her. 

Her full lips were sweeter than a fine wine that quickly parted as my lips melted with hers. My hands gently roamed down her delicate features and long sinewy neck as her breathing quickened and tiny goose bumps formed on the arms that tenderly embraced me. I spent a lifetime in her sensual lip lock, silently thanking the Creator for my now painfully throbbing equipment. The moment we broke from our kiss, I gently moved down the flawless skin of her neck to the firm full melons that crowned her heaving chest. My lips explored their graceful full contours and the sensitive erect nipples gently, savoring their pure natural flavor. Her smooth legs slowly wrapped around my torso and she arched her back in pure sexual abandon. Slowly my lips descended down her trembling torso to her tight nether lips. Her hands entwined in my hair as my tongue explored the delicious fluids abundant there. It took a little time to pry apart the tight outer lips with my tongue, but once penetrated it was drawn to the tiny nub throbbing with anticipation. Two swipes of my tongue and her hips violently bucked in an intensely brief orgasmic release. The contented sigh was delightful, but the surprised squeal as I kicked my tongue back in gear was what I wanted to hear. Circling the inflamed bud with my tongue, her respiration went off the charts, hips into "wild mustang" mode, and her hands assaulted my scalp in a precursor to male pattern baldness. Rapidly climbing to a higher peak of orgasmic ecstasy, I eased my finger through the inflamed folds into the slippery entrance of her vagina, confirming my earlier suspicions that she was a virgin. She shrieked and pumped her hips frantically, her tight grip on my now rapidly thinning hair the only bulwark to being thrown free. 

Her beautiful return to stasis was my opportunity to reposition myself and prepare for her first ever intimate invasion. After several attempts to penetrate the flushed folds, she grasped the rock hard invader and positioned it herself at her entrance before wrapping her arms and legs around me in eager anticipation. Slowly, savoring the tight slick folds, I forced my way in, pausing as my glans pressed firmly against her hymen. Those large blue eyes still half closed with orgasmic relief shot open, and her embrace tightened as gentle vaginal strokes caressed my glans. I felt her relax slightly before I lunged deeper into her depths; my cock eventually stopping at her cervical entrance. Again her eyes shot wide open and a brief squeak escaped her lips as she passed into womanhood. Gently I kissed her as her body adapted. We held the kiss as her torso slowly came to life. Taking this is a signal to resume; I slowly withdrew a little and eased back in until her cervix was gently kissed by my glans. Gradually increasing rhythm, I soon was back to normal ramming speed as her eyes dreamily reopened and she caressed my back lovingly. As I reached my optimal pace, her hips matched mine eagerly and within just a few delicious thrusts, she crossed over her orgasmic plane, thrusting her hips high in the air. Her vaginal contractions were so tight the literally forced me out of her. Those beautiful blue eyes shot wide open and her hands dove between us, hastily replacing my frustrated pussy plug into the drenched silky depths. 

I was in hyper drive by now, and barely noticed the interruption, as I continued my thrusts into the unbelievable tight orifice with wild abandon. Close to the edge, I closed my eyes and let nature take its course, thrusting violently as her hips rose to meet my mine. She hugged me tightly. With a few rabbit thrusts, the boiling surge raced up my urethra only to find the escape passage blocked. The beautiful blond goddess beneath me was in the throes of her own explosive orgasm, her vaginal muscles squeezing so tightly that, combined with the force of my attempted ejaculation, I feared the retrograde ejaculation would blow my balls off. Fortunately, her muscles momentarily relaxed, and my essence burst against her cervix, increasing her orgasmic contractions exponentially. I clung on for dear life, as I literally rode her through her explosive climax, my cock experiencing the most fulfilling massage of its life. We fought for our collective breath albeit her tight embrace restricted my full recovery until her arms fell to her side and I was able to roll off her onto my back, gasping. After a brief respite, she rolled her sweat covered quivering body next to mine, and threw her arm over my chest as her energy waned and she drifted off to a profound sleep. I lay there exhausted, marveling at the first and only virgin I would probably ever plunder lying next to me. 

Once assured she was fully asleep, I gently eased out from under her arm, and staggered over to retrieve the remote. I would love to expand on my latest conquest with the beautiful sleeping form by the brook, but hunger was becoming an issue. Gathering what was left of my wits and driven by curiosity, I set out on the rustic trail in this beautiful new world. 

As I wound my way through the beautiful forest in the warm midday heat, I encountered various forms of wildlife undisturbed by my unannounced appearance. They showed no fear, and probably had never seen a human predator before. Fairy tales can be real! After a good hour of wandering through wonderland, I came to a large clearing with a huge, perfectly formed tree standing in the middle. I stopped short and stared -- this was getting surreal! A muffled noise behind me broke the mystery moment and I turned to see the blond goddess standing behind me with teary eyes. I smiled and she vaulted the few meters separating us to hug me forcefully. I locked lips with her and she likened to suck out my soul, breaking the kiss only when the last of our reserve air was depleted. I rubbed her tummy in the universal sign for hunger and she nodded curtly, and then dashed for the tree. I quickly followed and grabbed her arm as she reached up to pluck one of the abundant apple-shaped fruits on display. I'd read a story about a similar scenario once and peaked my senses in case a snake was coiled nearby. Although she obviously didn't understand, she respected my wishes and darted back up to the trail head where smaller trees were adorned with similar fruit. She eagerly plucked several of them and ran back to me excitedly. I hugged her in appreciation, and sank my teeth into the sweetest fruit I ever tasted.

Grasping her free hand, we followed along the edge of the forest until we found where the trail resumed and plunged into the welcoming shade. The trail wound through grassy meadows, endless forests and past small streams with the clearest and tastiest water I have ever quenched my thirst with. As time passed, I nicknamed the place Eden and was really becoming attached to the thought of spending a lifetime here when my companion suddenly stopped short and bowed her head. I tugged at her hand but she wouldn't budge. Fingering the remote in case a hasty retreat were required I moved ahead slowly at the urging of my curiosity. The trail opened into a wide valley sprinkled with the remnants of many small dome-like structures. In the center was a grassy knoll were the unmistakable remnants of a tall steeple lying broken on the ground.

I knew this place from before -- it was the land of the dick biters, and I reasoned my shy little virgin had somehow escaped with her plumbing intact. A probable byproduct of the Anuk, she was a genetically modified hybrid baby maker. The community had been virtually reduced to rubble -- maybe from a group of diskless rebels, or maybe even an extraterrestrial foe with shock and awe elements sufficient to amaze the Defense department. Warning bells clanged in my head and I turned to head back into the forest. My little virgin was history, and I quickly decided to follow suit. On reflection, it's amazing how contagious panic can be. I pushed the green button firmly.

Wrath of Sol

I landed hard on a sand dune with the winds whipping like a hurricane spawning sand tornadoes and restricting visibility to near zero. It was like an oven and the sun, what I could see of it, was easily ten times larger than I remembered. The remote tumbled from my hand, and I immediately tried to retrieve it albeit the winds and blowing sand were like digging a hole in the ocean. With the sun burning my back into bacon, I dug desperately and was finally able to grab the device and pull it free just as a tall figure in a flowing white hooded robe stood in front of me, partially blocking the wind that was sucking my life away. It extended a dark skinned hand, and I eagerly grasped it while tightening my grasp on the control. Wordlessly, we trudged through the hot torturous sandstorm, my feet burning with every step until we reached a small cream colored structure partially buried in the blowing sand. The walls were smooth and tapered, and the entry was close to the sloping roof. After a short climb up a rustic wood ladder, I fell through the small opening and into a mountain of soft white pillows. My rescuer soon followed with a thud. 

We both lie still for several minutes before she slowly rose and shed her wrap revealing beautiful dark ebony skin thinly disguised by a white fishnet gown that left nothing to the imagination. Her weather hardened face was in sharp contrast to the rest of her delicate feminine body. Youth and virility glowed from her.

"Got liquid," she queried abruptly.

I shook my head no while still appraising her well defined muscle tone. 

"Let me have your cum," she demanded shamelessly.

"Give me yours, then," I responded curtly.

"Dried up years ago, Honey; got some dried fruit in the other room though."

I reclined into a more comfortable position and she crawled over to me on all fours like a jungle cat with cornered prey. In a flash her head was buried in my crotch, sucking like a Hoover on steroids. She gently fumbled with my gonads before a finger slowly invaded my ass hole. I mumbled a quick protest which she ignored and thrust her finger in deeper, exploring the dark depths until it settled on my prostrate. I had always assumed the asshole was made for gays or proctologists, yet her gentle invasion was somewhat pleasurable. She must have been an expert because within moments I could feel my essence flowing through my urethra and into my host's dry mouth. She gulped it all down noisily. It happened so fast, I never got fully hard nor experienced orgasm.

"Thanks, I needed that," she whispered with a smirk that made my blood run cold. I had just been milked and used; literally raped and dehumanized. Yet, I could understand in this oppressive heat the need to extract anything that could provide refreshment. Desperate times, desperate measures. I quickly pressed the green button. . .

Beyond infinity

I was free floating in darkness. The dim light of distant stars barely illuminated a few rocks seconds before the sped past but there were no other sensations -- no sounds or smells -- nothing. I figured earth's expiration date had passed, and this was all that remained. It was a comfort to know we hadn't destroyed ourselves after all, and maybe there were a few humans out beyond my vision clinging desperately to life on a brave new world. After carefully studying the remote, I pressed the red button. . .

The security of my cool dark living room enveloped me. It was just as I left it, the TV busily blabbing to no one and a pile of clothes next to the sofa. I rose unsteadily, and after a quick physical assessment confirming I was intact, I headed to the kitchen for a brew. Walking to the window, I opened the tattered curtain a cunt hair, and was reassured by the traffic whizzing past in front of the apartment. Taking a deep swig, I plopped on the couch and threw my feet up. There was far too much information to wrap my head around so I took a deep breath and drifted off and slowly drifted off into a troubled sleep.

My dreams of a myriad of distorted landscapes and beautiful women faded abruptly as the phone rang. It was still dark, and I had to fumble for the receiver even though it was just a few feet away. 

"Get the coffee ready, I'm on my way." The line went dead.

It took me a moment to realize it was Rick, my fishing buddy that had jointly purchased a 16-foot Bayliner with me last year. We both loved fishing the multitude of fresh water lakes located nearby, and the purchase of the vessel had been a lifelong dream for both of us. He kept the boat at his place as the apartments had no inside storage available, and his new off-road pick-up was just perfect to get us into the rustic boat launches. I sprang into action, threw on the coffee, grabbed my tackle from behind the BBQ in the storage shed on the patio, and grabbed my parka and gloves. Just as I finished pouring the coffee into the thermos, I heard him drive up and raced out the door, almost forgetting my keys. The warm cab, and tunes from the 60's coming from the radio warmed the soul all the way up to the lake. 

I've known Rick since the early days of secondary school; always positive and quick to laugh, we could talk about damn near anything without causing offense to one another. He'd hitched up with a beauty brunette with strong Latina heritage shortly after we bought the boat, and he truly loved both her and the sweet little daughter left over from her first marriage disaster. As the sky began to glow with a new dawn, we slipped the boat into the smooth-as-glass-waters of the lake and carefully guided her through the dead heads to a small semi-hidden cove that had been quite fruitful the last time we fished it several months back. It was cool and invigorating; flies buzzing across the smooth surface, and birds announcing the sunrise in melodic song. Just as the sun crested, Rick got the first hit with his new lure, and within seconds, my tried and true bundle of salmon eggs scored the second. It was hot and heavy until we limited out less than a half hour later and we set course back to the landing. With an ice chest full of fair sized trout, we were soon on the road home laughing and yapping like a pair of school girls in heat; the memories of the proceeding evening long since committed to memory. 

When we arrived at his place, we off loaded our bounty amidst the excited squeals of his daughter and the approving nod of her Mom. We cleaned up the boat and then the fish, and sat back to watch Mom and daughter working in almost perfect harmony to batter fry and serve up a delicious meal. The rest of the fish were immediately frozen with the exception of a few held out for me to take home. At some point in the meal, Rick mentioned a duplex down on the river he would like to purchase but he lacked the funds for a down payment, and his wife was somewhat hesitant with renting the other half to make ends meet. I wanted to see it.

After the dishes were cleaned up, we locked up and headed several miles out of town to a small winding access road and the duplex in question. It was remote, but much larger than I thought it would be, sat on five untamed acres with all the amenities including cable! Great for kids, perfect for fishermen; I was sold. It would drain my financial reserves but offered a greater form of security. A frantic week was to follow, but by the following Saturday, we were moving the bulk of our worldly possessions and closing out the last of our in-town obligations. Within a month, we were fully settled in, raised a 3-car carport with the boat parked in the middle stall, and caught a fistful of bass whenever time allowed. The remote control, that had lay comfortably in my bottom desk drawer in a plastic bag with the batteries removed, was scarcely more than a distant memory. 

One particularly cold evening, several months later, I was watching a rerun and sipping a brew when my thoughts drifted back to the remote control. My life was better than it had ever been; with a promotion on the horizon, at a great place to live, I felt I had it all (except for a woman as Rick kept insisting). Yet my gonads were dangerously overloaded, and the opportunity to explore new perspectives and new pussy could not be denied. Reinserting the batteries, I strolled to the middle of the room, set my lukewarm brew on the coffee table, and pressed the blue button. . .

Of Queens and Princesses

I was standing in a great hall with a polished marble floor and alabaster statues of women with different robes lining the stark white walls that tapered up to a brightly painted wooden ceiling. In front, a raised marble platform with three ornate wooden chairs and a wrought iron chandelier dangled above. Candles flickered from a myriad of wrought iron candelabras scattered around the hall and behind the chairs. 

"Kneel, knave!"

The authoritative voice behind me left little room for discussion. I dropped to my knees and tucked my hands to cover my groin. I didn't dare to look up although my curiosity pressed me to do so. An infinity passed with my knees protesting violently until a clear voice reverberated through the chamber.

"Why hast thou desecrated these holy chambers?"

Hmm, old English, I could deal with that. "I knew not of their holiness," I retorted and immediately a burning sensation swept across my back followed by the crack of a whip. "Owww," I blurted out.

"Silence . . . escort him to the dungeon and disembowel him."

"Whoa," I exclaimed abandoning my old English dialect. I raised my head and stared at my judges. They sat in the three chairs clad in bright white full length gowns with beautiful gold crowns and long flowing hair; one blond, one brunette and the third with fiery red. Another burning stripe burned across my back just below the first. The pain almost made me pass out. Apparently looking at royalty was frowned upon. I rose to my feet quickly and stomped over to the offending guard and snatched the whip from her hand.

"Stop that!" I was not into S & M, and I think she got the message as I grabbed the offending weapon and threatened to return the favor. Behind, I could hear another guard draw a weapon and I whipped around (literally) with my arm fully extended and connected with her sword arm, sending the weapon sliding blissfully across the floor. Both guards were bent over cradling there wounded arms, there leather bras hanging ungracefully from their heaving chests.

"Dost thou not knowest respect for the Royal Order. . ."

"C'mon man; I stood before you naked, defenseless and humble, and you return the favor with unwarranted bullying." I was storming towards the platform now, emboldened and angry, as the redhead beat a hasty retreat out the backdoor. The two other two royalty stood stunned; frozen in fear. "Haven't you ever heard about dignity and respect?" I reached the brunette, and threw a lip lock on her as her eyes shot open and her body tensed. Thirty seconds later, her eyes were drifting closed and she relaxed; her arms encircling my back with a gentle embrace.

"My queen," the blond queried, her voice shaking noticeably, "This barbarian doth partake in indecent liberties . . . but she hastily waved off by the woman in my arms. I slowly broke the delicious kiss and nuzzled her neck. She gasped and I could feel her noble legs giving way, so I tightened my grip and eased her down onto the cold marble floor getting a brief glimpse of her furry bush. She was naked beneath her gown -- feminist's gone commando! I slid my hand up the hem of her gown just as the front entrance boomed open forcibly and the fiery redhead with a group of well armed female warriors thundered towards us. I hate interruptions.




Remote Control



I stood with my erection pointing straight up and put my hands on my hips. My brunette goddess quickly rose and gathering the last of her dignity, pointed to the door from whence they came. There were no words, just silent acknowledgement, and the warriors grudgingly left closing the door large wooden doors quietly behind the last warrior. The redhead princess repositioned the crown she had been carrying in her hand on those fiery red cascading curls and silently waited for words that never came. 

My brunette goddess slid to her knees, then onto her back and raised her gown and spread her legs. A course in personal hygiene would be most appropriate, but in the interest foreign relations, I gently eased into her musky depths. She wasn't a virgin, but she probably never knew a man either, as her face reacted dramatically to my rock hard flesh rather than device(s) she was accustomed. The blond princess moved closer, and I grasped her soft pale hands, placing one on the fully breast of the brunette and the other on the little nub peeking through the bush between those long succulent legs. The blond knew what to do, messaging the small nipples and slick clitoral nub with well practiced expertise. Perhaps it was the new sensations of a real man, or perhaps it was the erotic support of our blond companion, but soon the brunette arched her back and squealed, releasing a long spray of her orgasmic essence on my torso. 

Easing out of the bushy brunette rain forest, I was eased onto my back by the blond and mounted with the gentle guidance of her hands. She was tighter and cleaner, and provided a most excellent ride; her head thrown back and a rosy blush spreading over her upper torso.

I gestured to the fiery red head, who shyly shed her gown, and with my guidance, straddled my head. I pulled her down to my mouth and devoured the ripe rosy crevasse with a passion fueled appetite. It would become one my shortest encounters ever. As I was just settling into a marvelous cock massage of the blond while savoring the abundant juices flowing from the fiery redhead bush, they both climaxed explosively and literally simultaneously. Between gasping for air and protecting my gonads from being rammed into the marble floor, I was being bathed in enough orgasmic ejaculate to float a battleship. 

As they gyrated in their orgasmic nirvanas, I saw the brunette compose herself and slowly rise to observe her two frenzied companions. I waved to her with my free arm, and as she strolled over sensuously, I guided my hand to her muff in search of the little bud that still quivered. My fingers began probing her fur covered vulva gently. Once two fingers slid into her vagina, and my thumb circled the root of her throbbing clit, her hips bucked forward violently and she shook like a leaf in an autumn wind. Feminist girls are easy! Their frigid public composure was an effectively disguise for the truly hot tamales they were in private. I laughed to myself silently when I considered the duality the hid, and the frustration they must have felt. It would be interesting to see if they returned to their sterile sex lives, or accept their male counterparts as a more satisfying way to live and lead. I slowly rose from the bundle of trembling bodies and quickly searched for the remote. It rested securely next to a candelabrum, and I retrieved it quickly and after biding them a silent farewell, fingered the green button. 

The Victorian Virgin

The lively chords of a harpsichord echoed across the richly decorated conservatory of what must be a huge mansion. I arrived just behind the young beauty bundled in a truckload of puffy undergarments encased in a frilly pastel blue lace dress as she caressed the keys lovingly. The music twinkled and danced across the walls like a firefly in the forest, and although I leaned more towards classic rock from the 60s, I could learn to love this stuff pretty easily. All too soon, she completed the composition, and thumbed through several more scores before finally settling on one she liked. Pausing to slurp some tea, I approached her and asked:

"Where did you learn to play so beautifully?"

Visibly shaken, she gingerly replaced her finely painted cup and slowly slid around on the bench. The cup and saucer tumbled from her fingers and her exposed skin turn such a brilliant vermillion red that could have frozen traffic in New York during rush hour. 

"My Lord, your clothes. . ."

"I left them upstairs," I replied assuming the bedrooms were located there.

"Only a scoundrel would be seen without attire."

"Or a lover," I countered with a hint of upcoming attractions ."

"I know thee not, my Lord, and even if so, a lady would not permit such a vulgar display!"

"You say that now, but you haven't tasted the forbidden fruit, have you?"

Her eyes slowly traveled up and down my body slowly, pausing on my gaze and finally resting on my groin. A slight flush reappeared.

No, my Lord," she murmured as her gaze lowered.

"Would you like too?'

Her eyes shot open and a look of defiance filled her fine facial features. "I'm saving myself for he whom I would spend my life with."

"Life is short, my dear. High ideals are an invitation for disappointment." 

"I suppose, but. . ."

I cupped her face gently in my hands and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, convinced her resolve was crumbling. She rose unsteadily, and pried the shoes off her tiny feet.

"Time is short, the duchess will return within the hour, and if she were to find us together. . ."

"She won't," I said softly as I fumbled with the strings binding her bodice. She reached up, gently brushed my hand aside, and disrobed faster than I could ever have imagined. He clothes lay in a huge pile on the bench, and her petite assets on glorious display. This was going to be fun! I cupped her face delicately, and let her experience my full repertoire of kisses; pausing when her breaths became gasps. As my tongue explored the tiny buds of her breasts, she trembled violently and rubbed the peach fuzz surrounding her pussy forcefully on my leg. To our mutual surprise, she squealed, and reached her first orgasm. It wasn't earth shaking, but it was an appropriate precursor to what was to come.

I resumed my oral administration on the young sweet delicacy, slowly descending past her mammary bumps and small rounded belly to the delicious peach fuzz slit already oozing her feminine invitation for penetration. I lifted her slight frame and lowered her gently onto my rock hard organ, finally striking home after several attempts. Her arms clamped me tightly and her mouth bit gently on my shoulder until I gently released her and she slid down the full length of my cock, her arms and legs locked painfully around me. Her teeth broke skin and she squealed into my shoulder at the same moment she became a woman. The indescribably tight pussy, despite the increased lubrication of virgin blood, was impossible to maneuver within. Her face and torso were again a bright red, and her large green eyes were clenched tight, but the tell tale shadow of a smile revealed her true feelings. 

Ever so slowly, with minute spasms, her tight pussy and facial contortions relaxed releasing my penectomy anxiety. With short gentle jabs that terminated with our two pubic bones lightly kissing each other, I resumed my onslaught. She resumed her quick panting breaths, terminated with staccato high pitched moans. My hips let me know that my back wouldn't last much longer without regrets in the morning, but the tightly squeezed little brain on the head of my cock kept the drive alive. Those swollen baby breasts were getting a chaffing, but their owner appeared not to notice, driven by the new found sensations radiating through her torso. Several deep rewarding thrusts later, her pussy plunged into hyper cock clench mode and her entire body trembled violently with her first full man made orgasm. I hung on as long as I could, but the stimulation was beyond bearable as my organ transformed into a bazooka with a multi-loader. I let go, seeing stars and pumping a life time worth of seed into the tiny cervix. We gasped and grunted together, trying to retain some semblance of dignity, as our bodies coped with neurological overload.

The delightful little virgin collapsed in my arms, and I fell back against the wall. She would forever reside among my top ten of conquests. I heard horse hooves, and knew my time was rapid drawing to a close. Carefully easing her limp form onto the deep red curtains of the settee, I retrieved my remote; and with a long last look at the lovely creature in repose with my seed dribbling from her tight violated vaginal lips, I pressed the red button and returned, sore but not shaken, to the comfort of my living room. 

Sharing is Caring

I grabbed the remains of my brew and dropped heavily onto my sofa. As the fizz from my first long draught subsided, I pondered the remote that had provided a multitude of sexual fantasies far beyond my ability to ever imagine. Where did this remote come from; was it built on inspiration from a sexually oppressed scientist, was it randomly distributed by demented aliens, was it the product of an overworked Chinese dude who inadvertently cross wired a critical connection, or, more importantly, why was I seeking answers I really don't want to know. Actually, I was more concerned about a potential expiration date.

About then, there was a brief knock from the side entrance Rick and I had hastily installed several weeks ago to connect the two units without a need to go outside. Rick swaggered in, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me lying sprawled across the couch with my clothes in a disheveled heap a few feet away.

"So, if your choice in apparel is an invitation, I'm already married."

I chuckled. . . "You really think I'm that desperate," I returned as I drained the last of my brew. I got up and grabbed a couple of fresh ones, handing him one as he dropped into the La-Z-Boy, before returning to the couch. I mulled disclosure for a few seconds, and throwing caution to the wind, I decided to let my best friend in on my secret. He was staring at me with curiosity written all over his face, anyways.

"Back in the old days when I lived in the apartment," I began; "I came home one night and my remote stopped working, so I went across the street to a small electronics store and bought a generic universal remote."

"OK," he offered indifferently, "You have my attention."

I handed him the remote and continued. "You see those three buttons on the bottom? The blue one takes you somewhere in the past, the green one into the future, and the red one, with the return icon scribed on it brings you back to when and where you were when you pushed one of the other two buttons."

"OK . . . We really got to get you a woman, dude."

"Go ahead and try it, Rick. Just be sure to hang on to it 'cause you ain't coming back until you push the red button. Go on, it won't kill you!"

He looked at the control, and absently ran his fingers over the buttons. "Look dude, there's no such . . ."

There was a blinding bolt of light accompanied by a sizzle and his beer dropped to the floor. I was able to salvage most of it, and his clothes absorbed the small amount he'd lost. I got up and slowly put my pants on just as there was another sizzle and Rick returned to his sitting position, naked and wild eyed. I handed him the remains of his still cold brew and sat back down after prying the remote from his hands. 

Several long minutes passed until he muttered: "Damn."

"Now you know why I'm not apt to change my personal life."

"Yeah," he said in a barely audible whisper. "Thanks."

"Where did you go," I asked, my curiosity peaked.

Rick let out a long sigh; "It was a cathouse -- late 1800s, I'd guess, with petticoats and eagle clawed tubs, and nickelodeon music and the strongest booze ever conceived by man. The women were . . . hot -- no, insatiable!" He paused and put on his serious face. "What if I knocked her up?"

"And what if I fucked my granny and she had a boy instead of my Mom? Let me go check on the flux capacitor . . ." I took another lingering sip of my brew.

Rick was silent for a moment and snickered, then nodded to himself with relief etched across his face. "You know, I came over to get a break from the old lady; she's on the rag again."

"Give her the remote," I suggested.

Rick pondered the idea for a moment and shook his head no; "Don't want to pay for someone else's kid."

"Then let's go fishin'." 

"I'll get the bait, you grab the beer," he countered.

As we walked down the embankment towards the lazily flowing river, Rick seemed pensive, yet relieved. We loaded our hooks in silence, and cast upriver to let the bait flow with the current. Finally, he spoke up:

"They told me cowboys were lousy lovers."

"You think riding a saddle for twelve to fourteen hours a day is good for the gonads? Geez Rick, they're probably hanging out his navel. Truth be told -- if we DNA tested 90-percent of the pioneer offspring west of the Mississippi we'd find they were fathered by traveling salesmen!" 

"Or naked men with remotes," he suggested with a chuckle.

We watched our lines drift slowly past, lost in our thoughts and secure in our bond that would surely endure the endless mysteries of time.



Remote Control



It had been a long, hard week at the office and she was glad it was Friday. Throwing her keys on the counter, she searched the apartment for her boyfriend. She was ready to let off some steam and he had better be ready for it, she thought mischievously to herself. But he was nowhere to be found. Sighing deeply in disappointment, she stepped into the kitchen for a glass of wine. At least she could relax with a drink and a nice bubble bath before he got home. The thought of the warm, soapy water against her skin brought a smile to her face. 

She grabbed a bottle of her favorite merlot and a glass. But before she could pour her first drink her phone chimed. A text message. Please God, don't let it be work, she begged. Looking down at the screen she saw that it was an unknown number. The message read: "The front door." 

How strange. Probably a wrong number. She set the phone down on the counter and poured her glass of wine. But she couldn't stop thinking about the text. She looked down at her phone and stared for a moment, as if it was going to give her some clue or answer. 

Biting her lower lip in contemplation, she grabbed the phone again. "Who is this?", she texted back. A moment passed and her phone chimed again. "The front door." 

Now she was really curious. She set down the glass of wine and hurried to the door. She could see no one through the peep-hole. Unlocking the bolt and twisting the knob she slowly opened the door. No one was there. Just a very small, ornate box sitting on the welcome matt. A scarlet red bow adorned the top and a tiny white envelope was slid under one of the ribbons. She picked it up and shut the door. 

Inside, she removed the card and opened it. The hand written message read:

"A present for you. Enjoy

-X"

A twinge of excitement ran up her spine as she opened the box. Inside was a small, pink plastic egg. She had seen one of these before at the adult store. It was some kind of vibrator but this one had no on or off switches. Strange. 

She took out her phone again and texted, "I opened the package. Now who is this?"

A moment later her phone chimed. The text read; "Put on something sexy and go to the bar on 5th and Essex. Be there in one hour. Don't forget the present I gave you." 

She stared at the message for a long silent moment, not sure what to do. She was a little scared but exhilarated at the same time. Was this her boyfriend playing a trick on her? Or was it someone else? Someone she knew, maybe? Looking down at the pink device in the box, she suddenly got a twinge of excitement between her legs. Biting her lower lip, she struggled with what to do. 

One hour later she was stepping out of a taxi on 5th and Essex. The short, tight red dress clung to her form as she moved. She loved this dress. It showed off her toned legs and wonderful cleavage perfectly. She'd wear this any time she was feeling particularly mischievous. Or if she wanted to really tease her boyfriend. Show him as much skin as possible and make him wait for it all night. Like something through a window that you could see but couldn't have. At least not until she wanted him to have it. 

Laughing to herself she walked down the sidewalk to the bar. Her stiletto heels clicking against the pavement as he moved. She was only about a block away when she heard the distinctive sound of her phone chiming once again. 

Removing her phone from her purse she read the screen. "Stop". She was confused but froze in place. Another chime. "Put it in before you go inside". 

Her eyes scanned the streets to try and see if the person was watching her. Surely he had to be close by to know where she was. Too many people though. Men, women, couples; people walking their dogs strolled up and down the sidewalk. There would be no way to tell who it was. Plus, the outfit she was wearing drew attention in and of itself. Naturally men were looking in her direction. 

Fine, I'll play your game, she thought to herself. Looking around she spotted a nearby ally that seemed to be clear and rushed over. Once reasonably safe around the corner she took out the egg and pulled up her dress. Sliding it in wasn't a problem as she was already starting to get very wet. The plastic egg slipped between her soft lips. She could feel it stretching her pussy gently as she pushed it in. And with a final pleasurable slip it entered her fully. She couldn't help but rub her fingers over her clit a few times before pulling her dress back down. She felt so dirty but it excited her too much to stop. 

Entering the bar, she once again scanned the room. No use. Half the bar was staring at her men and women. She sat down at the bar and took her phone back out. "I'm at the bar", she texted. 

A moment later the phone chimed. "Order a drink", it read. She smiled. Half frustrated and impatient; and half excited. Waving the bartender over, she took out her wallet. The bartender was tall and handsome. He had on a black t-shirt that showed off his toned chest and arms. Naughtily she wished it would be him sending the texts. 

"What can I get you?", the bartender asked. But just as she opened her mouth to place her order, the vibrator inside of her went off, sending a quick shock of pleasure up her body. She let out a soft involuntary gasp and her hand instinctively shot to her thighs. Then it was gone. 

"Miss", the bartender broke in. "Are you okay?" She removed her hand from her legs and recomposed herself. "Yes, yes. I'm fine. Sorry. Don't know what came over me. I'll have a vodka martini, dirty. Thank you."

The bartender went and started to make her drink. Her eyes once again scanned the bar for any clues as to who it was. Once again the vibe went off. This time for longer. She was prepared this time but still couldn't help rubbing her thighs together to hold in the wonderful feeling. Her ass wiggled in her seat and her hand rested on her leg as if ready to dive between them at a second's notice if needed. 

The feeling seemed to last forever. She could see the bartender walking back over to her with her drink and she prayed silently that it would stop before he reached her or she feared he would somehow know. And just as he set the glass down on the bar it stopped. 

"There you go miss", he said politely, not showing any signs that he was aware of what had just happened. She took down the drink hungrily and set the empty glass on the counter. 

Her phone chimed. "That was the first level. Shall we try the others? There are four more. I bet your panties are soaked already", it read. 

Oh shit, she thought. If that was the lowest setting of this thing than she wasn't going to be able to hide what was going on for much longer. She stepped down from the barstool to get away but the second her heel hit the floor, the vibe jumped to life once again. This time it was a slightly more potent sensation. 

Instantly, she rose back up onto the edge of the barstool, more for support than anything else. Her lips started to part but she caught herself and pulled them back together. A few men stared at her. She still couldn't tell if it was because of the dress or the fact that she was acting quite peculiar at the moment. 

The vibe stopped and the feeling subsided. The wave of pleasure lasted for a few seconds afterwards. Like the aftershock of an earthquake. Once again, she attempted to recompose herself. She stood up and started to head off to the ladies room but was cut off by a cocktail waitress. 

"Excuse me miss. But the gentleman over there asked me to get a drink for you on him", she said. "What would you like?" 

Looking across the room she couldn't tell who the waitress was referring to. "Who asked you?" The waitress turned around and looked for the man. "I don't see him anymore. But he paid me in cash for the drink if you still would like it." 

Another chime. The text read, "That was level 2. Getting bored with this. Lets jump up a few. I wanna see you squirm." 

A look of panic washed over her face. Oh fuck, she thought, turning quickly to the waitress. "Consider it a ti.....". The vibe went off inside of her. It shook and buzzed harder than it had before. She let out a squeal and gripped the wall. Trying to hold onto anything close by. Her legs started to buckle under her and her lips parted. 

The waitress looked at her, concerned. "Are you okay?" Mustering all the strength she had she straightened up the best she could and choked out a reply. "I'm fine, thank you." But as soon as the waitress was gone she lost control again and started to hobble to the restrooms. Sweat started to drip down her skin as she fought the urge to moan aloud. The sensation between her legs was starting to become unbearable. 

Her phone chimed. She burst through the doors of the ladies room and locked it behind her. She didn't have time to look and see if anyone was inside she just didn't want any more coming in. Looking down at her phone she saw the words she was dreading. "Level 5. Are you ready?" 

She threw down the phone and scurried into one of the stalls just as the explosion hit her. The vibrator hummed and shook inside her pussy. Her entire body shook uncontrollably and she collapsed onto the toilet seat. Her left hand gripping for anything it could to hold onto and her right pressed hard between her legs. A loud moan emanated from deep within her and echoed throughout the room. The moans quickly turned to screams of ecstasy as the orgasm welled up inside of her. Her thighs clinched together as if drawn by magnets. Her whole body convulsed and every muscle tightened as the feeling became too much and she screamed aloud. Head thrown back, mouth open wide, and hips bucking as if her lover was right there fucking her with his rock hard cock. 

And then the vibrator stopped and she collapsed down fully onto the seat. She was crying and panting at the same time. And as the world started to come back into focus and she slowly became aware of her surroundings, she noticed the pair of heels in the next stall. 

The woman didn't move. She didn't make a sound. Probably too embarrassed by what she just heard to do or say anything. A chime echoed through the room. She reached down on the floor and picked up her phone. 

It read, "Your welcome. -X" 



Remote Control: A Fragment



This is exactly what it claims to be. A fragment from something of much larger in scope and depravity. These are just some fun notes that I discovered while going through unlabeled CD-Rs this afternoon.

I issue a warning about spelling and diction. I looked it over for about five minutes and it is has a couple of decent juicy parts and I thought I would share. I think that it has a charm in its present state. 

Thanks. Any feedback is appreciated...

C2K

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

fragment from Satyricus

"Remote Control"

"There is nothing that you can say," Miranda said. "I have heard enough of your lies, and I have found a new man anyway, one that truly appreciates me."

"You mean Cleveland?" K asked, dumbfounded, "The guy is a joke. I thought that he was handicapped the first time I met him."

All that came back from the receiver ear piece was a final click and the sharp monotone of the dial tone. That was the third time Miranda had hung up on him that evening and K figured that he would call it a night. He had prostrated me enough for one evening; he needed to preserve enough intestinal fortitude to put up with another day of groveling to the whims of customers and middle management at his job at Record Barn. K switched on the television and quickly grew bored with the three channels he picked up since they turned off his cable.

K hadn't paid rent on his box in the sky yet either. When Miranda broke up with K and starting fucking the hulking, dull-witted Cleveland McDaniels, K was understandably devastated, unable to even leave his tiny apartment near the highway. K was lucky to even have a job, his semi-hot manager Annabel told him, her tits looking very nice in her black Record Barn polo shirt, when K again swallowed his pride and asked her for an advance. He was fresh out of ideas for producing capital. He had no real friends in Portland; they were all part of Miranda's circle and now that they had broken up, K would be shunned by the good-looking artist types.

K clicked off the television and looked around his apartment. CDs and tapes that the pawnshop wouldn't buy lay strewn in a frustrated pile on the floor, the second-hand furniture that had come with the apartment was in poor repair and covered with trash and porn magazines. Piles of pizza boxes sat near the door, next to a couple trash bags of old garbage. He wished that his ulcer allowed him the luxury of getting drugs or getting a hooker to take his mind off of Miranda. 

It had taken months to convince Miranda to go out with him and even then, she only gave of herself reluctantly. To put her at ease, K landed a job at Record Barn and saved his wages to buy her presents. When she mentioned it, K upped his hours and rented a small studio downtown in the Pearl District so that she and her wanna-be friends would have a place drink and smoke weed. 

On several previous occasions, K suspected the beautiful Miranda of fucking around on him. There was that blonde haired sculptor named Harold or Arnold or something, and that black guy, Clifton, and the guy that worked at KBOO, the local alternative radio station. He could never prove anything because he was too busy alphabetizing the Gospel section at Record Barn. Miranda developed an enormous sexual appetite since they moved to Portland together. They were having sex thirty or forty times a week. They were like chimpanzees, mounting each other at whim. They still somehow had sex when they were in bed together, between his shifts at record barn, but K wondered deep inside where she was filling the other 80% of her appetite.

There could be no doubting when he walked in on Miranda and Cleveland McDaniels, a local club owner and general moron with deep pockets. She was taking it up the ass grunting so furiously as he pummeled her rectum with his penis K could hardly hear the Everclear album blasting on Miranda's stereo. She started laughing when she saw K standing in the threshold of the doorway. "Don't stop!" she grunted at Cleveland, who stared at K dumbfounded. K went to his room and packed his things. He rented his evil little room on 14th the next day from a sexy older woman named Bernice Dover. His window looked out on the constant stream of traffic down I405.

He tossed his possessions in a pile on the floor and went into mourning. He called into work and crawled into bed. He played hours of the playstation game Metal Gear Solid and would cry uncontrollably when the female character would flirt with the main character of the game, Solid Snake. Overtly soon joined his nest of ills and he was forced back to Record Barn, only to be looked upon now as a slacker and a weakling. He was put on the inventory and freight team and his life soon approached hellish parameters. He had no means to dig himself out of the credit hell he had dug himself into except to unload boxes of KISS boxed sets and Pink Floyd anthologies. The constant parade of teenage shoppers did nothing but frustrate him more. Miranda had been a fluke, he realized, a fluke that wised up and dumped him for someone richer and dumber. God, he had loved fucking her lithe little body. It almost physically pained him to remember the joy he got from there coupling. The total lack of interest from every desirable female that went anywhere near the Jansen Beach Mall only confirmed his fears.

There seemed to be no hope that afternoon in July when he sat in the food court over his thirty minute lunch break watching the carousel, empty turning in the middle of the malls center. It was the largest carousel in the world, but no one longer cared. He unwrapped his Philly Steak sandwich and salted his Cajun fries. Mindlessly he scanned the usual contents of his lunch at the mall. He then noticed that the piece of paper that they had lined the tray with was unusual, for it had a list of advertisements, most of them for bizarre sexual arrangements with a tendency toward body sculpture. Yet, one was somewhat different. It read:

Down on your LUCK? Other people holding you back? Do men and women refuse your sexual advances? Do you crave respect and power? If so, send $35 to XJ-1189 remote company, 1136 SE Broad St. Seattle WA, and we will mail you your solution today. Supplies Very Limited, act NOW. All orders shipped next day air."

K took a drink of his Diet Pepsi and wondered what kind of device this XJ-whatever was and how any company could get away with actually promising those kind of results. But Steak Hut was a national chain, in malls all around the US and Canada. Surely, they would not allow a disreputable firm to advertise on their tray liners. But then again, what about the personals? 

Could it be that someone wanted K to see this advertisement page? K thought of no one who could have possessed a motive. He surveyed the gangly troupe of employee at Steak Hut, each one a worse case scenario than the next, total losers. Retail would always be better than food service. That was the mall hierarchy, but he could think of no reason why that group of under-achievers would want to turn him on to human body sculpture. K wasn't even very sure what that was... 

K wiped off the ketchup from the paper as best he could with napkins, and folded it neatly and put it in his pocket. That night as he was writing out checks to pay bills he chose the XJ-1189, instead of USWest. He wasn't really counting on getting anything thing in the mail in return. He was probably just being framed, that was his luck... But there was something strange about it. That afternoon he looked at the tray liners of the other mall diners, and hung out over his second ten by Steak Hut, watching tray liners. They were all the standard issue, nothing like the weird ad page that was on his early in the day. Something was strange about it. He found the check and placed it in the envelope addressing it in red pen.

The box arrived on Tuesday with no return address. K tore off the brown paper wrapping and pulled the small contraption out of the box. It was a metal remote control with what looked like a lens on one side. On the opposing side of the machine was a dial, which could be turned to any of four settings, labeled in black lettering "1. Off 2. Fear 3. Suggestion 4. Amnesia. The small remote was uncommonly heavy, but felt comfortable and powerful in his hand. He carefully set it down on the bed and looked further into the box. Wrapped inside the brown paper wrapper was a folded piece of paper with the following statement typed by a dot matrix printer, barely legible. 

The XJ-1189 limited series was crafted with the utmost care and is highly useful tool in the acquisition of the worldly possession. Yet, while operating the XJ-1189 there are several rules one should never forget. A) Holding the remote itself on ones person proves that individual completely immune to the effects of the remote. B) Never attempt to adjust or repair the XJ-1189, with proper care it should last fifty years C) With each usage your subject becomes more and more comfortable in the XJ-1189 energy zone you have chosen for them, permanent personality changes are a likelihood, use the XJ-1189 with responsibility and honor D) Never allow others than yourself to operate the XJ-1189, and for the sake of this company discretion at every opportunity would be greatly appreciated.

K picked up the remote and clicked the dial to fear. A faint blue light emitted from the lens contraption. He switched it to suggestion and the blue light grew a bit brighter and perhaps a few shades more green and the amnesia setting was a shade more purple but the least intense in terms of brightness.

K almost laughed at his gullibility. He sighed and tossed the remote back on the bed. He then noticed that the address label on the box could be unglued and then unfolded. The effort produced two pieces of paper in the same script as the note inside. Warily K read the contents.

Conditions and Directions for use. Model XJ-1189

Our company has long believed in bringing quality product to our select clientele. Ours is a charity, where we find those that live in a low state and at no real fault of their own unless stupidity and weakness are something that we can call faults. We leave the moral judgments to you, holding to our time honored focus, the needs of our clientele.

We are very permissive in our allowances to our customers desires, and in return demand only that they do not let themselves get out of hand. Madmen and other manner of maniac will not be tolerated. If you venture into these forbidden areas, you will be removed from our customer file, a very unpleasant experience and usually a final one. The XJ-1189 is a wonderful gift to our customers, and it is to be used as one, to provide you with plenty of the worldly enjoyments.

Directions for use:

A) Hold in hand and get within 10 to 15 feet of your intended target. Remote will work within a coat pocket or purse, etc. This is the best way to keep the devise out of sight as much as possible. It is important to let your targets think the emotions that the XJ-1189 is projecting into them are their own, it will make the behavior you wish to promote in them last longer and become part of their normal personality.

B) A normal healthy person can be permanently altered with no more than a 20-minute exposure. Choose your targets carefully and conduct operation of the XJ-1189 in private settings as much as is possible. Be responsible. Good luck.

K laughed. It was all terribly hokey. He couldn't believe he had spent thirty dollars on such a piece of garbage. He looked at it for a moment more and then dropped it into his coat pocket and headed to work. 

The first person that he saw was the kid that lived down the hall. He was dirty and doing some kind of drug or another all the time. K acted like he was looking for his keys, not really believing that he was actually testing this piece of shit remote. When the kid, the music from his headphones blaring got pretty close, K turned the handle.

The kid startled so bad that he almost fell over. He looked up at K, shaking, turning a dull shade of white. "Don't hurt me, don't- don't-" He tried to back up, but his muscles weren't working. K stood there looking down at the punk with disbelief. He watched as the kid shit in his pants and then passed out. K locked the door to his apartment and pushed the call button for the elevator. He clicked the remote off and told himself that it was going to be a good day at work. 

On the fifteen-minute drive down highway I405 and over the Fremont Bridge to Record Barn, as he maneuvered his Mazda 323 through traffic that the vast possibilities of the remote offered his life. Popularity, fame, money, sex; it could all be his. Miranda, that two timing bitch, would also be his again. He would use the XJ-1189 to make that whore ex-girlfriend of his to give herself more completely to K than she had ever had when they had been dating.

K wanted to make sure that he knew what he was doing first. The directions were very vague and he knew he needed to test the device more thoroughly than scaring the shit out his junkie neighbor. He needed to try the other settings, see if the incredible claims of the packaging were accurate.

He was ten minutes late to Record Barn when he parked his Mazda in the employee's parking lot on the far side of the massive parking lot in front of Record Barn. He started to run across the pavement like usual when he was awake, but after a few steps, he stopped and proceeded slowly, in a leisurely slop, fingering the remote in his coat pocket.

K didn't have to worry about being late anymore. If the XJ-1189 worked as well as it seemed to in the hallway of his apartment, K would not have to worry about very much of anything from now on.

"Your late, K," Annabel hissed at him when he entered the break room to put away his coat. She was looking good today. It was Saturday and on weekends, the management was required to dress up in nice clothes instead of the usual Record Barn uniform. Annabel wore a white blouse that was cut tight enough that it afforded a good indication of how well endowed she was in the chest area. She had chose tight gray slacks that hugged her curves until they flared out slightly at the ankle. Her dark hair had started to turn somewhat gray, but it was fixed perfectly with a simple silver barrette. She wore bright red lipstick that gave her an almost cruel look when she fixed her attention on K. She used her sex appeal as a management tool. All of K's male co-workers secretly wanted to fuck her, and she gave them looks at times that made them think that there might be some chance of it happening. Shaking her tits under the eyes of bored middle-aged family men to sell them a Led Zeppelin, boxed set wasn't underneath her either.

K smiled at her. "I'm sorry. I got stuck on the Fremont Bridge in traffic."

"That is the third time this week. I cannot simply give you a warning again K. I am going to have to issue you a corrective action notice. Your haphazard efforts here at Record Barn are going to have to change." Annabel closed her eyes briefly in a final way, as if she were envisioning the end of K's troubled partnership with her record store. K let his eyes get another look at her tits; he could make out the outline of her bra underneath the light fabric of her blouse. "I am up here, K," she growled. "Please follow me into my office. I have the form all filled out. I just need you to sign."

K clicked the remote, several clicks this time, to Suggestion.

Annabel walked around her desk and started to look through the mountain of papers. She shuffled for almost minute as a frustrated look came over her face. She looked up at K, still angry, but somehow embarrassed now. She looked again for a moment. "What the Hell am I looking for again?" she asked K angrily.

"The paperwork for my pay advance." K said, smiling.

She stared at K with suspicion. She sensed something wrong. He turned the dial on the remote again, one click to the left, to Amnesia.

"Really?" Annabel asked. "I thought that we talked about that and I told you no?"

"You have changed your mind."

"I have?" Annabel asked, seriously disoriented. "I guess that's right, but... I feel so light-headed, and strange."

"I think that you should sit down for a minute." K said, motioning at her desk chair. She sat down and rubbed her hand over her forehead.

"I just need to rest for a minute. I'll be fine, then we will get you that pay advance." Annabel's chest heaved and she looked at K with a soft familiarity. "How much did you want?"

"Five hundred dollars." K said.

She smiled and seemed to steady herself. She continued to stare at K, her eyes heavy and fixed. "I want you to know that everyone really appreciates you around here K."

"Really? Not as much as they are going to now, I'll bet." K laughed. Annabel laughed too even though she obviously had no clue as to what K was talking about. She found the form for the cash advance and got K his money from the store bank. Her nipples were hard and she let her small hand linger on K's when she handed him the stack of twenties.

"Anything else that I can do for you?" she asked.

K stood up and walked around the desk. He could feel his penis rearing up in his pants, but he was still unsure. Annabel looked up at him from where she sat at her desk. He could see the sparkle in her eyes as she stared at him, like she was in love with him. 

"What do you want?" she asked softly, in a voice K had never heard in the eternity he had worked at Record Bar. It was meek, tiny, a tiny voice. K held out his hand and she reached up to take it. When she stood before him, K gently touched Annabel's cheek. K had to steady himself, the sensation of having such control over another person made him light-headed. This was something like the president much feel, or perhaps one of the ancient pharaohs in Egypt felt. The people in history that had absolute power over their subjects. But it was nothing like this... This was control from within their own brains. There was nothing that could compare to this.

He pulled Annabel to him and kissed her roughly. She eagerly took his tongue and let him explore her mouth. He pulled away and told her to take off her clothes. She looked at him, breathing heavy, still recovering from his kiss. A confused smile came to her face and for a moment she simply gazed at K with calm submission. Then she slowly removed her blouse. K stared at the huge tits that he had wondered about so many times in the past. He squeezed her nipples as she lifted herself up on the desk so he could more easily mount her. 

Later

K put the machine in his pocket, walked to the apartment next door and knocked. K fingered the remote as he waited for Bernice Dover, his landlady, to answer the door. She is in her 40's with bleached blonde hair, a professional woman with no sense of humor. She will be eager to have K move out since he had been late for last month's rent. 

"K, what can I do for you?" Bernice asked when she opened the door.

"Umm," K smiled, "I'm not going to pay rent next month"

"You're moving out?" She asked, the bitches' eyes lighting up.

"No, I'm staying." K smiled and shrugged.

"Then you are here to pay rent." Bernice glared confused at K, who held back a laugh. She looked at K as if he were crazy. K looked down at her large breast and wondered what it was going to feel like sliding his dick in and out of her thighs. Bernice caught him studying her with his brazen attitude.

"I do not know what you are smoking or what you are trying to prove, but I am busy cooking dinner..."

K pulled the remote from his pocket. Bernice watched him aim the lens at her.

"What are you doing?" She asked, confused and staring directly at the remote.

K turned the knob to the first setting, a yellow light emitted from the lens. Bernice mouth fell open as her pupils reflected the glare off the lens. She started shaking and sweating, her face frozen solid in an expression of panic and desperation.




Remote Control: A Fragment



"Oh god, what do you want? Oh god, please don't hurt me, please." Bernice wailed and fell to her knees, supplicating K for mercy, even though he still just stood there holding the remote. 

"Holy Jes-." K said, looking down at his once-triumphant landlady cowering before him. "This thing actually works!"

K looked back at Bernice as he walked into her apartment. Her magnificent breasts heaved as she whimpered, totally immobilized from fear. K watched her cry and soon found himself wondering what the other two settings did.

Bernice sat on her living room floor, her bare ass raised in the air. K had strapped a large white dildo, one he had found in her closest in a shoe box, up her anus, and had just cumed in her mouth, for the second time that hour. He slapped her playfully on the ass.

"Bernice, old girl, how are you holding up?" Bernice grunted and as her eyes rolled back in her head. K took hold of the end of the dildo sticking out of her rectum and moved it around. Bernice gyrated her hips and whimpered. 

"Fuck me again, K, please." Bernice grunted, rolling her breasts against the carpet. "Or let me suck you, please let me ..."

K felt his chin and watched her for a moment. He took the remote from the sofa, turned it to the second setting and shined the blue light in her eyes.

She noticeably calmed and relaxed in her kneeling position on the floor, the white dildo still protruding from her anus.

"No, no more fucking your old cunt, Bernice." K announced merrily. "What I want from you is some money."

Bernice's pupils were huge, but her face lit up at K's suggestion.

"Oh sure, take whatever is in my purse." She pointed to her handbag. "And my ATM card, the code is 4893- but you can only take out $500 a day."

"That should be fine." K said as he sat down. "And let's just forget my rent, shall we?" 

"Of course," Bernice laughed, "of course."

"Why don't you get me a glass of wine."

"Of course." Bernice chirped, digging $150 out of her pocket book.

"And while you're up, hand me the phone."

Bernice handed K the phone and continued on her errands, walking rather strangely with the huge plastic cock rammed up her ass.

K looked at the phone. He wanted to call Miranda and arrange a meeting. But she didn't like him very much after the fit he threw after she chose to fuck Cleveland instead of K. She was possibly the best piece of ass in the west coast, tanned, big tits and a remarkable, ungodly ass. She has dark hair with big reindeer eyes that looked so innocent, even though the clothes she wore betrayed that well rehearsed look. Yeah, Miranda about made K crazy and she denied him. She was too dammed good, her being a big part-time news anchor for KWGN and K only sold college programs for some smoke and mirrors outfit out on 82nd Street. K fingered the remote and watched Bernice scurrying around her condo, obedient to his every whim. He smiled. 

Things were going to be changing. Quick.

First, he needed a way in; all he had to do was see her, show her setting number 2 or 3 for a second, then of to work. K was tired of being fucked, now it was his turn to fuck back.

He dialed Miranda's number.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hi, It's me."

There was a long pause. "What do you want?"

"Just to talk. I want ..." said, trying to sound as pathetic and weak as he had been before his new remote.

"I am really busy K." The line went dead. K smiled to himself and thought about what he could plan now that he knew the remote worked.

"Bernice, on second thought, come over here and give me a little suck job." Bernice came bounding over as K unhooked the button of his jeans and lit up one of Bernice's cigarettes. Bernice engorged her head on his penis and went to work... Happy as a clam, K thought, and patted the back of her head. 

Cleveland McDaniels, Miranda's latest boy-toy and the man she was fucking right now instead of K, worked at 97.4 KNGN and got off about 11:00 p.m. He has a short brown hair cut in a superman style and bright blue eyes. K watched him leave the station and walked toward his car.

K turned over his car and raced to Miranda's. He knew where Cleveland would be parking and with the remote in hand, K settled down in some bushes and waited. He looked up at Miranda's apartment and could see that her light was on and sure enough, like clockwork, Cleveland's car pulled up to a stop and stepped out.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He said when he saw K standing there.

"Just came by to show you this." K explained and turned the knob on the remote to setting #2, a blue light briefly flashed. "Now Cleveland, are you listening?"

"Yes, sir." He said.

"Let's go visit Miranda, Cleveland." K suggested. "Buzz her and let's go inside."

Cleveland buzzed the apartment and woman's voice answered.

"Hello?"

"This is Cleveland." He said.

"Oh Hi, this is Sandy. I'm over visiting. Come on up ..."

There was a click then a buzz. K and Cleveland moved thru the security doors and up the stairs to Miranda's. On their way up, K stopped Cleveland a stared into his eyes.

"Let me make something clear."

"Yes, sir."

"You are under my every whim," K explained, "You, Cleveland are my bitch. Understand?"

"Yes, K."

"I am going to fuck that bitch girlfriend of yours and you are going to help me, got it?"

'Yes." Cleveland said, staring back at K with complete devotion. "I got it."

"Good, now open the door."

Cleveland turned the knob and entered Miranda's apartment.

Insert passage

K looked around Miranda's apartment, while Sandy and Cleveland finished binding her and stuffing a sock in her mouth. K thumbed through the CD's sitting on top of the stereo, he chose "What's Going On?" by Marvin Gaye and turned it on softly. Everything here was so nice; Miranda was doing very well for herself. Her one mistake was trying to deny K what he wanted, thinking he wasn't good enough for her, he wasn't some half-cocked local celebrity like Cleveland so he couldn't fuck her. Well, he'd soon see about that...

Smartly, after Miranda, K decided to take it slow. The possibilities were awesome with the XJ-1189, but that was no reason to take things too quick. K had no immediate desire to be the king of the world or anything. He just wanted to be able to quite work, buy what he wanted and fuck whom he wanted when he wanted to. Power might come later, if he got bored sitting around. He made the rounds, the grocer, Hal down at the pub and of course Bernice. Cash was never a problem K could get all he wanted from strangers. A flash of the #2, the suggestion setting, and wallets and purses emptied with a smile. Now, that all of his needs were taken care of, K would go out and get what he wanted and now what he wanted was to take over Miranda's world.

Sandy and Cleveland finished binding gagging Miranda. "Kneel," K said and they obeyed.

He turned to Miranda, looking at him, perplexed and angry.

"Good to see you Miranda." K said, "I hope you are doing better than you look." He laughed. He studied the mass of her breasts, the outline they pushed on her blouse.

"You know, I could give you a flash of Mr. Remote here. Turn you into one of them, and I still will probably but not before, I teach you a little lesson. You will see what kind of stuff I am made of."

K unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick, hardening purple. Miranda grunted, struggled a moment. "Oh don't worry this isn't for you yet." K motioned Cleveland and Sandy over. "Strip. Both of you." K ordered.

Cleveland was thin and muscular, a surprisingly small penis though. Sandy had two perfect orbs of breasts, her long curly hair and dazed, hypnotized look made K think of Eve in the Garden of Eden. K growled and pulled her hair slightly. She whimpered and fell to her knees. Staring up at him, he presented his cock and she obediently licked the head. "Miranda, I am going to fuck your friend to warm up." He grabbed Sandy by the back of the head and forced his cock all the way down her throat. She gagged for a moment, then relaxed. K watched her work for a while, periodically smiling up at Miranda. 

"Sandy." K said.

"Yea?" She said, looking up.

"Miranda wouldn't fuck me.... She told me to get lost. You understand that."

"She's a bitch." Sandy said and smiled.

"Yes, she is. What should I do to her?"

"Whatever you want."

"Yes, indeed. Now turn around I am going to so what I want to you." K planted his cock in Sandy's cunt and rammed it in and out as hard as he could. "Do you love me baby?"

"Oh yeah," Sandy groaned, "I love you."

"Good, baby." K stopped fucking her and walked over to Cleveland. "What about you old buddy?"

"I love you too K."

'Prove it!" Cleveland fell to his knees and took K's penis in his mouth. "Do you see?" K asked Miranda, "Do you see what kind of man you chose over me?" K looked at Cleveland, happily sucking man-meat as though he had done it all his life. "I mean," K said, grunted, "Is he some sort of joke?" I want you to look at him, see how much he loves sucking my cock, I want you to say to yourself 'That is my boyfriend.'" K smirked and roughly grabbed Cleveland by the hair and guiding his head up and down over his shaft. "How does that feel Miranda?"

Miranda couldn't answer of course, begging gagged but, from that look on her face, it didn't feel very good. She had suffered almost enough, soon K would give it to her with the remote control. 

K disengaged Cleveland and went to sit next to Miranda. He touched her breasts for a moment while she failed to get away.

"Cleveland." K said, "Let's see how your charms work on a woman, Sandy, why don't you let him sodomize you for a while."

"Okay!" Sandy said and bent over. Cleveland moved behind her and with a little effort, pushed his cock up her ass. She grunted and raised her hips to meet his thrusts. Cleveland began moaning.

K turned to Miranda and stared her dead in the eyes. Contempt, overpowering her fear and confusion, looked back at him. K took out the remote and pointed the lens at her. "Now we are going to teach you some manners. And a proper appreciation for my... personality."