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Assignment

By: Goldeniangel



Author's Note: This story includes some spanking with a ruler, MF sex, anal sex and some oral sex. Enjoy!

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Assignment: This part of Freshman Orientation to University College involves getting to know your peers and teachers. Please write a letter describing something you'd like Professor Jones to know about you.

Dear Professor Jones, 

I've been really looking forward to turning this assignment in, because I want to know how you're going to react to it. You see, I want to tell you a secret fantasy that I have... and have always had. All through high school I would fantasize about my teachers, but it was high school and I was young... but now I'm 18 and legal and in college.

And YOU Professor are one of the hottest teacher's I've ever had. I have this fantasy, that I come to you during your office hours... except that for some reason these office hours are late at night and there's no one else at all in the entire building. I'm wearing a short plaid skirt and knee high socks and black patent shoes... and no panties underneath. My shirt is button up, but it's not buttoned at all, instead it's tied just beneath my breasts, propping them up so that you can see plenty of cleavage... and I'm not wearing a bra so my hard pink nipples are poking through my shirt.

As soon as I walk in, you KNOW what I want because you've had plenty of other young women come to you in this way... why not? You're young for a Professor, and there are lots of students who need help with grades. But you like your power, so you ask me what I want, and I tell you that I need help making up for the test that I failed. You tell me that I'm doing so badly in the class that it's going to take more than simple sex to make up for my grades... and I bite my lip nervously because I don't know what you mean, and you smile because you can tell that I'm losing some of the confidence I walked in with.

You have me sit on your desk, with my legs spread, and you untie my blouse. My breasts fall out, heaving, creamy pale skin. Smiling, you look straight into my eyes as you begin to slap my breasts. I gasp, because it hurts and I can tell you're enjoying my pain... and then I start to get wet. Because even though it hurts, it feels good too... and you're excited by this, knowing that I'm enjoying the abuse. I can see your bulge swelling in your pants as you continue to slap my breasts pink, my nipples standing straight at attention.

Then you pinch the tender pink buds between your fingers and start twisting them back and forth. It hurts so much, especially when you pull on them, and I gasp and arch my back... but I don't stop you. I don't even ask you to stop, because my pussy is getting wetter and wetter. You abuse my nipples until there are tears in my eyes, and only then you stop... not because of the tears but because you're so hot from abusing my young body that you can't take it anymore.

And you unzip your pants and pull my ass to the edge of the desk, lining your dick up with my tender young pussy you thrust in brutally. I gasp, holding onto your shoulders, because you're so big and swollen inside me, the biggest dick that's ever entered my pussy and you're thrusting so hard. Then you lean me back onto the desk and keep fucking me hard, my breasts are jiggling up and down as you pound away at my shocked pussy. My nipples are right at your face, and you catch one in your mouth, chewing on it and making me writhe beneath you on the hard wood of your desk.

As you bite down on my nipple, fucking me harder and more roughly than I've ever been fucked in my life, I start to cum. I'm totally at your mercy, writhing in pleasure beneath you while you abuse my young body, splitting me open again and again with your cock. My orgasm just makes you pound me harder, and my juices cover your dick as you slam home. I'm practically sobbing with ecstacy as you finally lunge into me, filling me completely, and I can feel your jizz shooting into my pussy, filling me up. Fear fills me as I realize that you didn't use a condom, even though I'm on birth control. You never even asked, because you don't care... and it's then that I realize how little you care about me. I'm just a hot young body for you to use for your pleasure.

Then you pull me off the table and push me to my knees, shoving your cum coated dick in my face. Obediently I open my mouth and begin licking at your half-hard-on. I begin sucking it clean, the taste of our combined juices filling my mouth... and I can feel your cum starting to drip down my thighs. Even though I've just cum, being on my knees before you, knowing how you're using me, I'm getting turned on again.

So are you, your dick is hardening in my mouth as you start thrusting back and forth between my lips, but it's still not totally hard. You pull me up off my knees and bend me over the desk, lifting the skirt up so that you can see the sweet heart-shape of my creamy ass. My breasts are hanging down, still sore from the abuse that you put them through. 

From under your desk you pull out a heavy wooden yard-stick and show it to me, smiling maliciously. I moan, both frightened and aroused by its forbidding presence. Standing behind me and slightly to the side, you raise it and bring it down heavily on my ass, making me shriek as the pain goes through me. I dance in front of you with every stroke, my ass jiggling as you make dark red lines across its pale expanse... 

I'm sobbing in front of you, feeling like it's the worst pain I've ever felt, and yet more turned on than ever. Abusing me this much has you totally aroused again, and when I have 15 red welts across my buttocks you drop the stick to the floor. I flinch at the sound, and at the touch of your hand, gliding across my pained flesh. You press your dick deeply into my pussy, but then pull out again and I feel the warm wet tip of your dick at the entrance to my virgin ass.

I protest, half-heartedly, knowing that I'll give you everything you want... but I've never done that before. And I'm frightened. You tell me sharply that if I want my grade then I'd better shut up... so of course I do... and then I feel your dick beginning to press into me. It hurts, not in a sharp jabbing way like I was expecting, but more of a dull cramp that spreads through me as you press deeper. My ass feels so swollen inside, I can feel you digging deeper, taking little strokes that further invade my body with every thrust. 

Even though it hurts, it's getting me hot too. It's so wrong, so dirty... you're my professor and you're taking my anal virginity after beating my ass with a wooden yardstick. I gasp and moan, wriggling in front of you as my ass clenching around your invading shaft; when you're finally fully inside me, I feel like you must be about to come out of my mouth you're so deep up my ass. Then you begin to pull out, and it's such a strange feeling, painful in its own way... and then you shove back in and I gasp.

You begin thrusting back and forth, sawing in and out of my deflowered ass, using it just like you did my pussy. As my ass adjusts to your invasion you start moving harder and faster; one hand reaches under my body to begin squeezing my hanging breasts, pinching my nipples, while the other grabs my hair and you begin to use it like reins as you ride me from behind. You ravage my ass without mercy, abusing my tits as you sodomize me, and my pussy is burning with need.

Reaching down, I begin to play with my pussy on my own, rubbing it and pinching my clit just like you're pinching my nipple, imagining it's your that's roughly abusing my tender flesh. Your cum is slippery on my fingers, still leaking from my pussy hole, and making my flesh even more slick. My pussy begins to burn, just as the inside of my ass is, and I rub my clit harder as you pound away at my tender ass. 

This time you begin to cum first, shoving into my ass with a force that takes my breath away, and I can actually feel you swelling inside me, your first spurts of cum pressing against my asshole as they begin to pass into my body. Rubbing my clit even harder, my ass begins rippling around you as I start to cum, milking the jizz from your dick as you fill my hole.

As soon as you're done, you pull out roughly, leaving me empty and gasping. You smack my ass with your hand, making me stand straight up as the pain flares through my already abused bottom.

You tell me to return next week if I want to ensure my grade, and then you leave me there, standing with my breasts hanging out of my shirt and cum beginning to drip out of my ass, joining the cum on my thighs that has slid out of my pussy.

When I go home, I'll play with myself, pushing my fingers into my pussy and ass, imagining that it's you again... 

I don't know if I'll get the courage to turn this assignment in... but I hope I do. I'd love to get your feedback on it. Who knows, maybe I'll see you later this semester Professor Jones.

Assignment #3



Special thanks to Bill-

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I stood teetering on tiptoes, the smoke detector's screeches piercing the silent night with its cries. I was stretched as far as I could go, and still could barely reach the battery. "God damn thing- every time I try to make toast..." I muttered out loud to my empty apartment.

I thought it was empty.

Suddenly, the hall light was extinguished and I became engulfed by the night.

"What the..." I began to stammer, still reaching for the source of the unending banshee wails.

Before my question was complete, I felt a pressure upon the back of my head - leaning it forward - a hand - winding itself in my hair. Not even a sound had escaped my lips before I was suddenly and sharply yanked backwards. My heart was racing and I was beginning to panic. I couldn't even think. What was happening? Who was this? How did he get in here? What did he want with me?

Now I was leaning against something, someone, and I felt breathe in my ear. My body shifted as my intruder reached for my unattainable goal and silenced it without any exertion. My ear was still filled with his breath, and very quietly, but firmly I heard, "Shhhhhhhh..."

Before I could think against it, my body inhaled sharply, gasping into the air. The hand tightened in my hair and yanked again to show its disapproval of my allowance. I clamped my mouth shut and bit the insides of my cheeks, unable to trust myself in the future. Chills ran up and down my flesh, and my heart thumped audibly. It was him. Oh God, it was him. I didn't care how long he had been in my home watching me. He was here. It was him.

We stood that way for seconds, minutes, days - just his breath in my ear, my head pulled acutely back, my mouth sealed shut.

The fear had fled my body, and left me trembling with anticipation only. While his left hand remained in control of my head, his right hand reached around to my face and swiftly peeled my glasses off and flung them down the hallway. I listened as they bounced away, unable to care if they now lay in one piece or two.

His right hand returned to my face and slid down my neck, my shoulders, down my back, stopping at my ass. Lightly he traced circles on each cheek through the jeans I wore. I pushed my ass back to his hand, silently pleading for what we both knew I wanted. I heard him release a deep chuckle at my predictability as he lifted his hand away. He also released his grip on my hair, stepped back, and I shuddered repeatedly in the coldness of being without his touch.

Fearing I had done something to displease him, I stood rigid in the middle of the hallway. I felt the air warm as he again came up behind me, and I inhaled deeply, but silently, relieved that he was again near. His strong hands grabbed a wrist each and pulled them behind my back. He released them for a moment, but I kept them where he had placed them, waiting to be instructed otherwise. I felt a soft fabric dance upon my skin and make my goose bumps rise. The fabric, a scarf, was wound around both wrists and securely tied. In the moonlight, I could see another piece of fabric brought down in front of my eyes and felt it snugly tied behind my head.

In one step, he slid around me, and then stood in front of me, facing me, staring at me. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his intense stare. The thought of his stare, alone, was enough to make my already erect nipples ache to be touched. The tight knot binding my wrists behind me kept my shoulders back as well, and I was suddenly aware that my chest was sticking out. Ashamed of the size of my breasts, I slumped forward slightly.

"No!" his quick response stabbed at me, and desperately wanting him to be pleased by me, I stood up a bit straighter.

"No!" he again reprimanded me, and I felt a lump in my throat swell as I struggled to do as he wished. I stood up as straight as I could and threw my shoulders back offering my breasts to him.

In response, he lifted his right hand, and with his knuckles, lightly grazed my left breast. He reached my hardened nipple and began to encircle it. My stomach tightened and my pussy began to throb as I silently begged for him to touch it. Rather than use his hand, he bent forward, opened his mouth, and tightly clamped my nipple between his teeth.

Feeling as though he had managed to suck the breathe from my lungs, my knees began to buckle, and I felt as though I would no longer be able to support myself. I leaned towards him to steady myself, pushing my breast into his face, increasing the sensations in my nipple, which were radiating throughout my body. My nipples had always been kind of sensitive, especially when touched through fabric, but these overwhelming sensations were uncommon. But, oh God, they felt so good. He released his bite, and I felt that nipple stinging in unstoppable waves, gratefully whining from its abuse while it's twin silently wept from neglect.

He walked away, unceremoniously, and then I heard him ascend the stairs. The footsteps ceased and I waited with bated breathe for his next sound.

"Come!" he commanded as assuredly as a king from his station atop the stairway.

Without hesitation, I made my way, sightless, without use of my arms, and barefoot, toward his voice. Only when I stepped up the first step did I become aware of how wet I was between my legs. I realized I had leaked wetness through my panties.

Without the use of my arms, to steady myself, I started climbing the steps slowly and awkwardly, but then I focused on the ever-nearing sound of his breath. I had all the faith in him that he wouldn't let me fall. I was proud to be going to him. I walked straight and confidently.

I stepped onto the hallway and found myself pressed against his body. My painfully erect nipples pressed against his chest, and against my belly I felt his own erection. My breath quickened, and my mouth watered at the thought of his hardening cock straining inside his pants. I felt his left hand slide between us and into the top of my jeans. He closed his hand around the rough fabric and began pulling me down the hall.

My short legs practically skipped to keep up with his long strides, causing my breasts to bounce. Under my feet, the hardwood turned to carpet, and I knew we had entered my room. Even blindfolded, I could detect a soft, warm glow in the room and realized he had been in here earlier lighting candles. We stopped moving and stood, in what I assumed to be the middle of the room. He released his grip on my pants, slowly withdrew his hand, and began to walk around me.

I could feel the electricity hovering between us as he circled me. I stood as straight as I could- shoulders back, head high, eyes down- even under the blindfold. My only thoughts were those hoping that he approved of me. I was consumed with wanting to please him anyway he chose. I felt his eyes roam over my body. I felt him seeing every inch of me- seeing through my clothes. His examination did not violate me. It embraced me.

He stopped in front of me, and with one deftly moving hand he opened the button on my jeans and pulled down the zipper. Simultaneously, he pulled both my jeans and my lace shorts down to the floor, and as I stepped out of them one leg at a time I was instantly reminded of the increasing wetness between my legs. I stood before him now and I felt my wetness had spread to the inside of my thighs. He tossed my jeans aside and began again to walk around me. I could hear him breathing in deeply and was at first ashamed of my blatant sexual scent.

This time, when he stopped in front of me, he placed both of his hands inside the top of my button-down shirt. My body trembled when his strong fingers softly brushed my collarbone. He leaned his head in so close to my own that when he took in another deep breath I thought it originated within my own lungs. Without warning, he jerked his hands and tore open my shirt, popping off the five buttons with ease.

That reminder of his strength swept over and through me, sending a tremor between my thighs. My hands were still bound, so the shirt couldn't go far, but he pushed it off of my shoulders, exposing my soft skin to the cool air. One hand continued down my back and expertly undid the clasp of my bra. My heavy breasts dropped a little after being released, and when he peeled the thin fabric down off of them my nipples stood impatiently begging to be touched. He answered them teasingly, by quickly running one finger over each. My jealous pussy convulsed in response. He stepped away.

I stood naked, still blind, in the middle of my room and waited. Without warning I felt an intense heat hit upon my right breast. The sting it created rang into my ears and through my clenched mouth. I whimpered like a child. The hot liquid ran down my breast toward my nipple, but slowed to a lukewarm crawl before it could make contact. Again I felt the hot sting, but this time on my left breast, and lower, so that it engulfed my left nipple before subsiding.

He was dripping candle wax all over my naked breasts. Over and over I felt the sudden and sharp sting of hot wax. Unable to see, I never knew where he would pour next- never knew where the pain would hit. With each new sting my breath would involuntarily, and sometimes audibly, withdraw. With each new sting my pussy would contract, squeezing, the constant wetness escaping farther and farther. As quickly as it began, it stopped. All of the wax cooled and firmed up, attached to my skin. My breasts, though no longer receiving fresh stings, hummed quietly, numb from the assault.

I felt him behind me. He placed his body against mine and put both hands on my hips. He was directing me to turn and face what was my left side. I leaned back against his tall, strong body and moaned when I felt his throbbing cock at the top of my bare ass. He responded by pushing his cock down at my ass and leaning his head into mine. I replied by grinding my ass even harder to meet his cock and resting my head back on his shoulder.

He groaned into my ear, and I almost came at his sound. He opened his mouth and sucked my earlobe in, biting down with manly force. Quickly he stood up tall, and with both hands on my hips he firmly pushed me forward. I began to fall, and without the use of my arms I had no way to brace myself. I fell forward into the unknown, but I never doubted my safety for a second. Sure enough, I landed gently from the waist up on my soft mattress. I remained there, arms bound behind me, half standing, half lying down, naked, and I listened to him undressing behind me.

I felt so much heat between us when he placed the palms of his hands against my ass that I would have sworn he had branded me. Simultaneously, we sighed. We sighed deep, slow, thankful sighs. He raised his right hand first and brought it down hard against my pale flesh. Upon impact my eyes watered under their shield, and my pussy quivered. I couldn't see the pink handprint on my cheek, but I could feel it pulsating. His left hand followed, and the second sting was stronger than the first. Soon he was alternating between hands, right, then left. He had found a rhythm of primal origins and played it perfectly, as though it was an offering to those whom he worshiped most.

My body lazily received this rhythm, and prayed that the sacrifice would never end. I could feel my pussy reacting instinctively to the moment, and it began a seemingly unending stream of orgasms. My ears overflowed with the smacking noises of his rough hands connecting with my soft flesh. To me, it was a lullaby, serenading me, connecting me to him, fusing our exchange.

Slowly I became aware of heavy breathing, but I couldn't tell if it was him or me. I was only certain that he had stopped the spanking, and I was sliding off the bed until my knees touched the floor.

His right hand wound itself once more in my tangled, auburn hair, as his left hand roughly slid the blindfold down. I opened my eyes, and as they adjusted to the candlelight I saw his cock right in front of my face.

"Do you see how excited this makes me?" he growled, as he moved his left hand to hold his meat.

And I could see it. I saw that his cock had grown to immense proportions. I saw that the head was swollen and beginning to leak. Seeing him so aroused only added to my own excitement. My body tightened, and I came just thinking about how turned on he was, knowing that I had helped make him hard, and that he had wanted it just as much as I.

I couldn't take my eyes off of it, and, as though he read my mind, he pulled my head closer to him with one hand while the other guided his throbbing cock to my mouth. I reached my tongue out to lick the precum off of this head. I loved that taste, always so sweet. He fed me the tip of his cock, and then moved his other hand to the back of my head.

He pulled my head closer to him, and also pushed with his hips at my face. With his hands clutching my hair so tightly, he began to fuck my face. There were slow, gentle, long strokes at first, which quickly turned into quick, deep thrusts. My head obeyed without hesitation, and I struggled not to gag. He couldn't last long in the warmth of my mouth, and I soon felt his cock tighten as he gave one final thrust of his hips towards me. I swallowed hard, trying not to miss a drop, and I kept sucking until it was all down my starving throat.

He bent forward, and gently kissed the top of my head, as his hands undid the blindfold still loosely hanging around me. He flung it aside, and gently cupped my face as our lips met for the first time this night. His kiss was so strong, but so kind. My mouth was desperate for his tongue. He untied the scarf that had long held my wrists, and when he heard me moan with discomfort at moving my stiff shoulders, he broke our kiss and began to gently sweep his lips over them.

His hands met his mouth at my arms, and began kneading my flesh. He lingered there forever, very concerned that he might have caused me lasting pain. I raised myself to a standing position and climbed onto my bed. I lay there comfortably, on my back, resting against my favorite pillows, and I looked towards him.

He stood there at the side of the bed, watching me intently, and didn't move an inch until I opened my arms and beckoned for him to come to me. He crawled into my arms and laid his head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, once again fusing our bodies and our heartbeats.

And we slept.



Assignment Assignation



Chapter 1

I've worked in Human Resources ever since I graduated from college twenty-two years ago. Now, before you start in on HR people and how they've treated you and all that, let me tell you that I'm in the hiring part of HR, I'm in Staffing. That's the good part of HR, right? I'm the guy who helps give you the job, not take it away or put you on probation.

And that means that whenever our company builds a new plant, a new manufacturing facility, I and some of my like colleagues are deeply involved in searching out, interviewing and hiring the needed employees.

So, every year or so, when we do build a new plant, I usually go to the plant site and set up a hiring center in the local community. It's a sizable job and there are often several of us assigned to each new location.

This last one saw three of us assigned, myself, another fellow about ten years younger and a woman that I've worked with since I started, Alison Bailey. I'm forty-four, married with two kids, ten and eight, Alison is fifty-one (I do have access to employment records, of course), she's married with a son who is grown.

We were sent to a new location in the Midwest for two weeks, it was a good-sized new facility and we knew it would take at least that long.

I had done on-site work with Alison before, she's easy to work with, nice and a good sense of humor, a real gift when you interview hundreds of people off the street. Believe me.

So, we had settled into a routine and Alison and I had dinner each night, enjoying each other's company, the other on our team had relatives nearby so he took the opportunity to see them while in the area.

The first week was nice, Alison and I talked about lots and lots of things, some work-related, many not, and by the weekend we had exhausted many of those topics. We would often end up in one or the other's room with a shared bottle of wine, we didn't like the idea of being in the local bars after dinner for business reasons.

On Friday evening, after a nice meal, we were back to the hotel, in her room, as our talk turned to our spouses.

There had been a few comments in the past from Alison that her husband had a lot of interests not necessarily including her, very much. But, this evening, she told me much more.

"I just don't understand how humans are programmed, I guess. When we first met, he was so hot-to-trot, I had to almost tie his hands behind his back when we went out. Then, the first ten, fifteen years, he was okay, but now, well, I can try whatever I want and I can't seem to get him interested."

"Yeah, well, I guess after so many years, that's pretty common."

"For me, oh, man, I held him off when we first met and then, well, you know, and now, well, since I went into my mid-forties, I just went crazy. It was all I wanted, sex, sex, sex. I've got a drawerful of dildos and vibrators. Do you know how many kinds they make?"

"No, a lot, I guess," I said laughing.

"I think I've got every kind. There's one, a favorite that has two heads, one goes in me, the other presses against my clit. Oh, on HIGH, it gets me off in two or three minutes."

"They must have done a lot of research on that one, huh?" I kidded. "So do you use it in bed when he's right there next to you?"

"Um, well, when I'm in bed, he's not really next to me. We, um, we're in separate bedrooms these days."

"Oh, geez, I didn't know. You don't have to tell me that kind of thing, Allison, if you'd rather not."

"Oh, Rick, I really don't mind. We've talked about lots of things, we've known each other for, what, maybe twenty years? And I trust you, you're a nice guy," and she leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. "So, I have a drawerful of sex toys that he's never even seen."

"Well, I suppose these things do happen and, maybe more than people think. We don't do much these days, either."

"That's too bad, you're such a young guy, just in your forties, hardly over the hill."

"Yeah, like you, I take care of things myself a lot more than I used to. Well, unless you go back to when I was in my teens. Oh, then, it was just about all I did."

"So you've been messing up the sheets for the maid to change?" she asked me grinning wide.

"Ha, yeah, well, she hasn't left me any note that I should stop."

"Well, you could always come use my room, that would make them wonder."

We both laughed but I did feel my cock begin to lengthen a bit.

Now, let me tell you a bit more about Alison. She's about five-four, slender, she's taken nice care of herself, her greatest asset is her legs. She's now just into her fifties but she has spectacular legs and she seems to know it and dress for it. It was something the guys around the office often noted and admired greatly, myself included.

Her frame was nice, breasts fairly small, I remember a Holiday Dance at the office last year where she had them on display in a low-cut dress and they looked quite lovely, I must say.

All in all, she was quite attractive and could easily pass for being ten or more years younger that she was. I can say, I was attracted to her, certainly.

"Well, I might just pass the rest of the weekend in my room naked the whole time," I joked.

"What a great idea, it would make things so easy, I think I'll do the same, myself."

"We could open the door there and listen to each other getting off," I said laughing. Our rooms were next to one another and had interconnecting doors between them.

"Oh, what an idea. I guess you can't see the other room's bed. Oh, geez, Rick, what ideas you have. But, you know, it's really kind of tempting."

She looked at me as I was taking a sip of wine, I had really made a joke of it but she was seemingly considering the idea.

"Well, I wasn't exactly being serious, so you don't have to think that I was really proposing that we open the doors and listen to each other as we got ourselves off."

"But, it's not like we'd see each other naked or anything, just be able to hear each other."

"I suppose with connecting doors no one would ever know. Are you really, um, kind of considering this? I was just kidding but, well..."

"I can tell you that the idea's got me more turned-on than I've been in a long, long time. And, we wouldn't even see each other, not even be in the same room. And the sex is solo, what's wrong with that?" she posed.

I must admit, our talk had given me a giant erection which became rather difficult to hide.

"Oh, see, looks like you need some relief as we speak," she said nodding toward my lap.

I laughed, saying, "Yeah, he's looking pretty needy, huh?"

"I'll open my door," she said.

"Well, this is all rather unexpected but, okay, I'll open my door, too."

We didn't rush but we did finish our wine and I got up and went to my room and went over to open the adjoining door. Her side was already open as she stood there.

"Hello again, stranger. Shall we get ready for bed, I always brush my teeth so I'll be a few minutes," she said and I agreed and we each went back into our room and I went in my bathroom, stripped and began brushing my teeth. It did seem rather strange to be brushing away while my cock stood straight out over the sink. Obviously this whole idea had turned me on. 

When I finished, I went into the room and got in bed after bringing the bottle of hand lotion to the nightstand. I dribbled some on my cock, switched out the light and lay there softly rubbing my erection. Soon, the light in Alison's room went dark and I began masturbating in earnest.

I could hear the faint hum of her vibrator which seemed to slowly change pitch, maybe as she stroked it in and out, I couldn't tell.

Then some low moans reminded me that she would probably like to hear something from my room so I decided to do a bit of moaning myself.

"Oh, mmm, mmm, good," I heard while I took long, slow strokes and added, "Good, feels good," so she could hear.

"Do it real slow, Rick, make it last, okay?"

"Mmm, yeah, okay, it really feels good."

"This is pretty sexy, doing it like this, knowing that we're each masturbating like this."

"Sure seems to add something, sure does for me, anyway," I told her as I took long, slow strokes, pacing myself.

"Mmm, ummm, mmmm," I heard from her room.

I stroked on, slowly, deliberately, taking my time, imagining Alison laying in her bed, legs sprawled open, maybe shaven, a large vibrator slowly romancing her pussy while I jacked-off listening to her. It was very hot, very sexy.

We had both agreed to take it slow which we did and, finally, after perhaps twenty minutes or so, I said, "I'm getting really close, Alison, can't hold off much longer, really feels good," and from her room I heard, "Mmm, yeah, me too, really good, this is so hot."

I knew it was close, I was just about to explode. It was just about the best-feeling masturbation I'd ever felt, even having a girl do it, I was really turned-on.

Then, it hit, I could feel the throbs as the cum spurted up out of my cock as I groaned, "UUH, UUH, UUH, UHH, umm, mmm, mmm, oh, so good, feels so good, mmm."

"Oh, Rick, mmm, now, oh, yes, mmm, MMM, MMM, MMM, AYYE, AYYE, huh, huh, mmm, mmm, oh, oh, oh," I heard her cry out from the next room as I began to stroke myself again, her groans having reinvigorated my cock.

As soon as it was quiet, I asked her how it was.

"Oh, I've done this a million times, I think, but, well, that had to be just about the best. How was yours?"

"Same. I think we're on to something, something pretty nice."

"I could do it again," she offered quietly.

"Mmm, I was thinking the same thing."

"Well, let's," and I heard the low buzzing sound filtering in from her room as I began stroking more purposefully.

We tried again to have our orgasms timed for about the same ending and, again, were within seconds. After it was over we softly wished each other pleasant dreams and the next thing I remember was hearing her alarm clock at eight the next morning. I heard her getting up so I asked her how she slept; our doors had remained open.

Chapter 2

"Oh, better than I have in a while, how about you?"

"Same here, I think our little idea worked really well."

"Um, we don't have to be anywhere this morning, they serve breakfast until ten, wanna do it again? I would," she offered.

I agreed and dribbled a little more lotion on as I heard the telltale humming of her electric lover from the next room.

We both got off and then showered, dressed and went down to breakfast. As soon as we sat down, I could see that her cheeks looked a bit pinker than usual, a bit flushed.

"Well, I think we've come up with a new way to have fun. Gee, and not even break any of the workplace rules. Imagine that," she said.

"I think you're right, though, I suppose, technically, it is the weekend and we're on our own time and all."

I really didn't mean for that to suggest that we take this a step further but I guess she took it that way as she replied, "Do you want to do it together, then?"

"In the same room?" I asked softly not wanting to be overheard, obviously.

"Yeah, maybe. It is our own time, we can do what we want, I suppose."

"Well, it would sure be sexy and, well, what guy wouldn't want to see where those beautiful legs came together."

Her face turned crimson as she answered, "Rick, you are a naughty boy. Have you been having bad thoughts about me?"

"I was thinking they were pretty nice thoughts, actually," I told her, grinning widely.

We each took a final sip of our coffee, signed the tabs and went to the elevator. On the way up, she asked, "Are we doing this?"

"Oh, I suppose it's nothing a teenager wouldn't do," I answered as she added, "Well, that settles it, then, my place or yours?"

We decided on her room since she had her toys there so I let myself into my room, stripped, picked up the complimentary bottle of lotion that was so useful and called out asking if she was ready for me to come in.

"Yeah, I guess so," I heard back and I walked through the door looking over to her bed, seeing her sitting there with her back against the headboard, knees up and wide as she clicked on the vibrator wand to begin running it up and down along her slit. Her pussy was bare and very shiny-wet.

My cock, when I had walked in, was hanging down a bit but immediately went hard and upward as I saw Alison naked, masturbating.

"Geez, did I do that? Make it go up like that?" she snickered.

"You sure did. You're one lovely woman, Alison, especially like this," I told her as she pushed the vibrator up inside to begin moving it in and out as her other hand pinched her nipples.

I started to sit in a chair when asked me, "Move the chair closer so I can see better," and I dragged the chair over, sat down, put my feet on the bed and drizzled some lotion over the tip of my cock and began stroking.

Soon, there was a large crimson patch on her chest as she fucked herself with the long, thick vibrator. It had a second head which she would press down on her clit, closing her eyes each time.

She was really nice to look at, especially now that I could see those breasts that I'd only seen the tops of. They were nice, very nice, with only the faintest amount of southerly movement and she had the prettiest light pink nipples which were quite erect.

"You're quite a sizable lad, Rick. I had no idea, well, maybe that large bulge in your pants last night but, well, this girl is impressed."

"Well, this is how it gets used most of the time," I told her as I stroked up and down, really more relaxed about it that I'd imagined I would be. Perhaps it was our initial foray into masturbation the evening before or earlier this morning that broke the ice but it felt like we were old 'hands.'

"Geez, this is pretty hot to be doing it this way, so we can see each other. That's a very handsome package you have there, I wonder how any woman could resist having it inside her," she said as I took long, slow strokes.

My cock was pretty good-sized, about seven and a half inches and nicely thick though in the penis world olympics I'm sure I don't even get a bronze medal.

"Well, it doesn't get many takers these days, this is about as good a time as he gets."

"Hmm, come closer, up here," she said, patting the spot next to her and I did. She handed me the vibrator and wrapped her fingers around my cock to begin stroking me. She opened her legs, nodding down for me to do her.

I placed the vibrator on her wet lips and moved it up and down along her crease. Her hand on me was lovely, soft, yet firm enough, steadily going up and down as she smiled at me.

"Feel nice?" she asked.

"Nicer than me doing it, yes, much nicer. Is this?"

"I'd like it even better if you used your fingers," she told me as my heart began pounding harder. I turned off the wand and began wiping my fingertips up along her slit which was warm and wet.

Then I pressed in my middle finger and put my thumb down on her clit as I rubbed my fingertip around the walls inside her.

"Mmm, oh, that's so nice, Rick. Oh, this is so hot," she moaned.

"It's gonna be hard to make this last, it just feels too good," I groaned as her hand slipped up and down.

"Yeah, I don't want to wait, I'm really ready right now," she said as I pushed my finger deeper, tilting my thumb just to press the little knob of her clit when she began bucking and thrusting at it, groaning and moaning, "Oh, OOH, OOH, UUH, UUH, mmm, mmm, fuck me with your finger, Rick, mmm, yes, like that, mmm, mmm."

Right then, I felt the feelings flood over me as spurt after spurt of my cum went out the end of my cock onto her thigh and the sheet between us with some dribbling down her hand as she continued moving her hand up and down.

"That really looked good, was it?" she asked.

"Mmm, best in a long, long time. It's really nice to have it done for you."

"Yes, it is and that was lovely, I agree, the best I've had in a very long time."

She moved over and we had a nice hug and a brief kiss before we parted again to talk about the rest of the weekend.

"There's a nice museum here if you want to go there and they have a great cafe for lunch," she suggested and I agreed that would be a fun idea.

"Well, let's shower and get ready, then," she added.

"Will it hold us both?" I asked assuming she meant for us to shower together.

"Oh, I didn't exactly mean together but, well, we've done this so, hell, why not," and she took my hand and pulled me up and we went in to shower. She reached in and got the water going, handed me the soap and got in. I stepped in as well as she said, "Do we wash each other, is that It?" and I smiled and soaped my hands and began rubbing them all over her.

She turned and spread open as I got her nice and clean everywhere, then she took the soap and began on me. She knew exactly where to clean me first, grinning at me as her soapy hands stroked back and forth.

Then, she got the rest of me clean and turned off the water. I reached out and got us towels as I stepped out, then she did as I began drying her off. She toweled me down, then I went off to my own room to blow-dry my hair and get dressed. It had been an interesting weekend so far.

We went to the museum and had a very nice lunch in the cafe, drove a bit around the city, then went back to the hotel.

Chapter 3

"Well, that was nice, how about supper later, say about seven? Maybe that Italian place just down the street, it looked okay?" I asked her.

She agreed and, at seven, there was a rap on my door and there she was, nicely decked-out and off we went for a very nice meal. I had the manicotti and she had the lobster fra diavolo. That and a liter of a hearty Italian red wine.

On our walk back to the hotel, she said, "All the rest of our Saturday night and nothing to do, seems a shame."

"Well, we could look and see if there's a movie we might want to go see?"

"Or maybe watch one in the room. Wanna go look and see what's on?" she asked and we went up to her room and she clicked on the set and began scrolling through the current offerings.

"Oh, look at this, Rick, some adult flicks, wanna see?" I nodded and she began scrolling through the titles.

"Oooh, what about this one, that looks hot, huh?"

I agreed and she followed the screen prompts and in a minute, the film was ready to start.

"Um, should we maybe do like we did before and get real comfy to watch?" she asked saucily. I could easily tell what she meant by 'comfy,' so I nodded and we both began undressing.

My cock, of course, had begun to harden when we came up in the elevator, knowing we were probably going to spend some naughty time together and as she took off her bra, I was fully erect which, when I lowered my boxers, caused a smile to widen as she looked at my cock.

"Look who's all excited. Let's get the movie going, this looks like fun," she said as she hopped into bed and handed me the remote. I started the movie which took a little while to get to the sexy part. While the movie was getting to the good part, we mostly kept our hands to ourselves, I slowly stroked my hardened cock while she rubbed up and down between her raised knees.

Then, the movie's sexual action started up and she reached over to take my cock as I slid my hand down between her legs as we took over for each other. She was really wet and my finger entered her easily as she dropped a knee down to give me better access as I turned toward her a bit. She changed her grip on my cock to begin pulling it back and forth like she was pulling on a rope and she was varying the tightness while she went back and forth. Sometimes loose and slipping easily, sometimes held tightly and firmly.

Then, Alison leaned over and kissed me, running her tongue into my mouth, fucking me with it. As we kissed, she moved over me some, then put her leg over, reached between us, raised her hips up, gripped my cock and pushed her pussy down over it, driving herself down on me.




Assignment Assignation



Then she began fucking me.

I just relaxed and let it happen. She was so wet and slippery inside, she just glided up and down on me even though she was tight. It felt so, so good and we were both moaning as she fucked me faster and faster. I had my hands down on her butt pulling her into me every time she drove down on my cock.

Truthfully, I did nothing to stop her, in fact, I reached down to hold her hips and pull her down each time she pushed onto me.

"Mmm, god, I just couldn't stop, Rick, this is so good, oh, just hold me while I fuck you, mmm, it's so good," she groaned.

It was good. She was tight and when she raised up each time, her pussy just clamped down on me so she almost pulled me up off the bed. It was the best sex I had had in a very long time.

She raised up and moved her feet next to my middle and began spearing herself on my cock, scissoring straight up and down.

"Mmm, oh, yes, this is what I want. I want to fuck and fuck and fuck, all night long, mmm, mmm," she groaned, then pushed down hard and twisted back and forth, then up and down more.

"Oh, this is the best sex I've ever had, amazing, just feels so good, my cock feels so hard right now," I moaned as my hands rubbed her breasts.

"Me too, just feels so good, incredible. It's going to be a massive orgasm, I can tell," she moaned as she moved up and down on me. She kept scissoring up and down, each time pushing down hard and twisting back and forth pressing the tip end of my cock deep inside her, massaging it so wonderfully.

"Mmm, Alison, this is so wonderful," I grunted as I saw speckles of perspiration dotting her forehead.

"You are so hard, nice and hard, feels so good up inside me, wonderful, mmm, I could do this forever. You like my pussy, Rick?" she panted as I watched her rise and fall on my thrilled cock while my hands enjoyed her breasts.

"You are incredible, Alison, just incredible, like a teenaged girl," I gasped as she did all the work. "Do you need to pull off me when I cum? Are you protected?"

"I'm not on the pill, if that's what you're asking but I did put in my diaphragm before we went out to dinner. I think I was hoping something like this would happen. That's pretty naughty of me, huh?" she said crimson-faced as she cycled up and down on me.

"Right now, I'm thinking it was pretty wonderful of you, Alison, I think both of us were kind of lonely in the sex department."

"Mmm, not now, though, this feels so good, I just love sliding up and down on you like this. You feel so hard, just wonderful."

"Yes, so good, mmm, you look so sexy like this, your face and chest have turned so bright and flushed. You just look so aroused and beautiful."

"Oh, I feel aroused and beautiful. I haven't felt this good in years. Maybe even ever."

She held up over me with just about a third of my dick inside her as she began turning herself in a circle over me which concentrated much of the feeling on the head of my cock and the lips of her pussy.

"Mmm, feel good? I haven't done a guy like this in a long, long time. It's how I do it when I really want him to have the best orgasm he can. I hope it's good," she said as her slippery pussy caressed my cock head over and over and around and around until I began cumming into her.

As soon as I grunted, she pushed down hard on me, taking me deeply inside her, now rotating her hips back and forth as I cummed and cummed the most fantastic orgasm I'd had in years, maybe ever. Then, she began groaning as the most idyllic look took over her face.

"Oh, oh, Rick, oh, so good, mmm, UUHN, UUHN, UUH, UUH, mmm, mmm, oh, you're so hard, mmm, good, so good," she groaned as she now took long, fast strokes up and down on my still-hard cock.

I could feel a mixture of my cum and her juices running down my butt as she pumped up and down, each time squeezing more out of her to soak the bed under me.

She raised a leg up and started turning over me to end up facing away from me, turning around, now facing the other way as I watched her swollen, bright pink pussy lips sliding up and down swallowing my cock each time.

She rocked back and forth impaled on my cock, still hard, still excited about this fantastic sex we were having, then she leaned forward and just twirled her pussy in circles on my half-buried cock slipping and sliding around in her slickened, juicy pussy.

"Mmm, oh, I've just never been so hot, so horny, I just want to fuck you all weekend long," she groaned, her hips rising and falling over my cock swallowing it up each time so deliciously.

I reached both hands down under her to begin rubbing the plump and swollen, bright-pink lips of her pussy, drenched and slick with our juices as my cock slid between them.

"Mmm, oh, that feels so good, mmm, rub me just like that, oh, so good, mmm, I've never had a man do that, it is so good," she moaned as I felt her begin to tremble and shake as she slowly rocked up and back.

Then, she pushed back down on me really hard, driving me deep while she twisted back and forth, over and over as she cummed, "OH, OH, UUH, UUH, uh, mmm, mmm, omigod, oh, so good," then she began rocking up and down, going faster and faster until I was throbbing my cum deep inside her. Then she swung a leg around to face me, never letting me from inside her body, as she covered my face with kisses while her hips slowly moved up and down.

"Mmm, oh, Rick, I can't believe this has happened, I'm so happy it has, this has just been wonderful, I hope you're as happy as I am."

"Alison, this has been simply incredible. I don't think either of us planned on it going quite this far but, well, neither of us seems to have been very happy with how our sex lives have been going, either. So, yes, I'm incredible happy with the way things have worked out and my cock is even happier."

Alison and I fucked the rest of the weekend and the next week, now sleeping together each night, just immersed in the pleasure of each other's bodies. There's little we didn't do and we have continued our affair to this day. In fact, her husband is away and I'll be 'working late' tonight making us both happy.

And, we're opening a second shift at the plant that we first staffed and, yes, you guessed it. I'll try to let you know how that goes but don't expect to hear about it right away, we're going to be pretty busy.



Assignment: Earth Day 2004



"We have found some interesting animal imitations for you to see, follow me." Jennie jests with her finger for Jimmy the cameraman to follow her. "Here we have the yoga section where they are interlaced into each other fucking and sucking in oil." The tiny group was engrossed in their groping and pumping. Jennie walked up to a beautiful lady and got her attention.

"Hi, I'm Jennie Crawford, SEXTASY-TV, covering the Earth Day events. I understand this is a group that's imitating...?" Jennie asked while partially squatting. Putting the cock-like microphone to the woman's lips. Jimmy the cameraman never missed a beat in angling he camera to catch Jennie's panties that showed every time she bent over.

"Earth Worms." The cute brunet chuckled. The cameraman zoomed in on her perky breasts then her comrades that were still humping each other wildly. 

"Earth Worms?" Jennie questioned. Putting the cock-microphone to the cute women's lips.

"Yea, I know we don't look like Earth Worms. Like the Mermaid section dressed up like mermaids but worms wrap around a lot of other worms so were doing that." She giggled shyly and shrugged her shoulders as the camera moved back to her and Jennie. A man behind them was pulling the woman back to him while another woman was sucking his cock feverishly. Another couple drove into each other with heated passions while kissing another couple. It appeared to be a small sea of intertwined bodies. Slightly oiled and slippery.

"Well the orgy is in full swing here in New York and every body seems to be happy. Here at the Act like an Animal and Fuck Fest." Jennie straightened up and fixed her black mini-skirt. Putting the cock-like microphone to her lips smiling and licking her lips.

"This has been Jennie Crawford, SEXTASY-TV from New York, Earth Day 2004. Back to you Chris." Jennie puckered her lips and blew a kiss into the camera.

Chris Douglas, Washington DC~
"Thank you Jennie, always a pleasure." Chris said sitting behind the anchor desk in his swivel chair. His smile grew as he looked at his papers then into the lens.

"More Earth Day facts for you: You share your birthday with at least nine million other people in the world. If your having an Earth Day Birthday. Happy Birthday to nine million of you, give or take." He snickered. 

"The tongue is the strongest muscle in the body." Chris licks his lips slowly and seductively. Licking his upper nose and lower chin. Then smiles. "Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older. Kind of like a lottery, huh?"

"Now lets go live to Washington State where the Tree Huggers are embracing foliage. Covering the Earth Day event in Washington is Tina Sanchez. Tina..." Chris sat back in his chair, letting out a big sigh.

Tina Sanchez, Washington State~
"Hello, I'm Tina Sanchez. Happy Earth Day everybody. We are live at the Washington National Forest. The Tree Huggers have chosen Earth Day 2004 to be their date for the big Tree Hugging Rally." Tina had a spanish accent to her speech that was exotic. Her slinky frame wiggled seductively while walking along the outer edge of the woods.

"As you can see behind me, some of today's participants decided to do their hugging in their birth-day suits. And over here we have the Medic-truck ready and loaded with cream for those who don't know what poison Oak or poison Ivy looks like." Tina strolled along with her cock-like microphone poised to her latino lips. Her camouflage pants drew tight around her sexy frame. Her black tank top with SEXTASY-TV on the front wrapped around her perky breasts.

"If you look over here you can see one man actually humping the tree." Tina walked up behind a man that was pumping wildly at the tree's base while hugging it. "Sir are you enjoying yourself on this fine Earth Day 2004." Tina asked giggling, while placing the cock-like microphone to his mouth. 

Looking at the camera with a shocked look on his face. The man opened his mouth and engulfed the microphone with one quick forward lunge of his mouth. Tina was startled and in fear for her hand let's go of the microphone. Still in his mouth and still humping the tree. The camera shook from the camera-mans laughter while Tina tried to remove the cock-like microphone from the man's lips.

"Sorry sir, but this is a wire-less microphone, not a dildo." Tina said as she plopped the microphone from the man's mouth. Giving it a look as if it were unsanitary. She motioned for the cameraman to stop filming. But he didn't.

"What are you some crazy pervert?" Tina barked at the man who was still humping the tree but slower. "Give me Kleenex." She ordered from the cameraman who looked around the woods and snickered. "Loco en de cabessa, gringo," Tina spat.

"I'm sorry I got a bad case of poison Ivy...," the man said trembling. "And the Doctor said not to scratch it with my hands." The man seem to be in agony. The camera shook from the camera-mans chuckle.

Getting Tina's attention the cameraman motioned to the camera. Tina's eyes lit up when she realized they were still ...on the air. "Damn lethologica," Tina mumbled. She shifted her hips and swung her hair looking into the camera.

"At the Tree Huggers Rally, In Washington State, this has been Tina Sanchez with SEXTASY-TV. Happy Earth Day everybody." Giving a kiss to the camera with the microphone held out from her face.

Chris Douglas Washington DC~
"Thank You Tina. If a man is standing in the middle of the forest speaking and there is no woman around to hear him...is he still wrong?" Chris asked with his usually plastered smile and pumped up muscles. "And where do forest rangers go to, "Get away from it all?" Chris asked smiling.

"Lets go now live to the White House where a White House representative is waiting to answer our question.

"Mrs. Flinton. Chris Douglas, SEXTASY-TV. How are you this fine Earth Day 2004?" Chris turns and looks at the monitor with Mrs. Flinton. She was grooming her hair in front of the U.S. seal.

"Yes Mr. Douglas, how are you?" Mrs. Flinton cooed with her speech. "I'll be representing the White House and answer any questions you may have about the activities of the federal government and its agencies. We have a long list of events sponsored by the federal government where all proceeds will go into funds that will be for the enrichment of our planet Earth." Chris was rolling his eyes and swaying his head and humming...

"La de da de da." He tried to maintain some respectability while Mrs. Flinton continued on her Earth Day address for the Government and its staff.

"We offer information for citizens online of our policies and funds that go towards the clean up of oil spills, the funds for forest replenishment and maintenance. Our policies and procedures for water purification now and in the near future. The Farmers Aid bill updated to help the Food production to exceed the population growth and consumption. Industrial waste and fines and penalties. The Terror that rains down on this planet daily from the conflicts on this globe is astronomical. I assure you the Government is doing all it can to defend, sustain and purify our planets resources." Chris was acting like he was going to sleep. Dipping his head like he was dozing off.

"Mrs. Flinton...Mrs. Flinton let me interrupt you here a moment since we are on a limited time frame here. Let me ask you the 

classic, SEXTASY-TV question." Chris blurted in.

"Oh yes, by all means Mr. Douglas. I'm ready." Mrs. Flinton pulled her papers together and straightening them. Preparing herself for Chris's question. Looking into the camera deeply.

"Have you or are you, going to feel the Earth move under you this Earth Day." Chris asked sensually. Mrs. Flinton's eyes narrowed in her huffy way.

"I beg your pardon Mr. Douglas?" Mrs. Flinton bowed up.

"What are you going to do this fine Earth Day, Mrs. Flinton?" Chris asked politely with a snicker.

"I am going to the Annual Earth Day Picnic. Here in Washington DC." Mrs. Flinton settles with a forced smile on her somber face.

"Great, maybe we'll see you there. Thank you Mrs. Flinton." Chris turned back towards the front. Putting on his smile and pose. Looking down at his sorted papers, reading.

"Here is a few world records that you won't find in the world book of records. The Most Semen Swallowed: A women had 1.7 pints of semen pumped out of her stomach in Los Angeles in July 1991."

"The Most Prolonged Fart: A gentleman of London managed to sustain a fart for an officially recorded time of 2 mins 42 seconds. That obviously was his contribution to the gas shortage."

"Most Cavernous Crotch: Lady in Los Angeles could, without preparation, completely insert a lubricated American football into her vagina. I think I'm moving to Los Angeles." Chris chuckled, then looked directly into the camera.

"For the Greatest Distance Attained for a Jet of Semen: Was with a muzzle velocity, of 42.7mph. The record for the greatest height (12 ft 4in) and the greatest speed of ejaculation. Another gentleman holds the Record for Distance of 18 ft 9 in with a 'substantial' amount of seminal fluid." Chris puts his hand to his ear as if getting instructions.

"Let's go live now to Nude Beach USA with Stacey Lynn. Stacey?" The camera cuts to the mini-van.

Stacey Lynn, Nude Beach, USA~
The view is of a mans ass and balls swaying as he drives deeply between a pair of sexy legs. The camera is slightly tilted but in clear focus. A man fucking feverishly with fast paced drives. The woman can be seen with her mouth open wide gasping from the man's thrusts. Her shirt with the SEXTASY-TV logo is pulled up over her tits. They were flopping back and forth from the poundings to her pussy.

"Ah ah ah oh Oh OH..." Is heard loud and clear as the fucking is being taped. The crew in the studio cheers them on. Chris is sitting back and watching the show on the overhead monitor. Reaching down and adjusted his growing mound. Everyone was watching the couple in the mini-van fucking. Chris turns towards the camera, smiling.

"That Ladies and Gentlemen this is what SEXTASY-TV is all about. The lovemaking; the fucking; the nookie; the lust; the booty call; sexual reproduction; passion and desire; the inner yearning for ecstasy and the sexual nature of this planet. You know Mother Earth must really be erotic if you think about it. Every animal on this planet wants to fuck. And all the creatures that have lived on this planet before us. Can you imagine the Dinosaurs fucking? Oh My God, it's an Earth Quake." Chris chuckled then licked his lips and flexed his muscles.

"This is one big incubator flying through space. So get with the program and have SEXTASY. Stay tuned for more SEXTASY-TV coverage of Earth Day 2004. With Donna Dumplings and her Ocean organisms."

"Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it. Happy Earth Day 2004, I'm Chris Douglas at SEXTASY-TV. Have a good day on Earth everybody." Chris relaxed and set his papers down.

The deep-red drapes are shown flowing slowly with black letters, SEXTASY-TV.



Assignment for the Business Trip



This was shaping up to be a very interesting business trip. Mistress V had given me an interesting assignment for my trip on the plane and promised other interesting activities while I was away. She instructed me to bring along some of my toys in my carry-on. I was nervous about this, imagining the embarrassment if it were to be searched at the airport. She advised me though that if I removed the batteries from the vibrator there should be no problem, and the other things I was to take -- binder clips, clothes pins, rubber bands, nylon cord – were rather ordinary items. The only other thing that might cause some notice was the pair of panties.

I packed them carefully and otherwise prepared normally for my business trip. My nervousness rose as I arrived at the airport and checked in. I just did my normal routine at the security line, trying to make sure I didn’t draw any undue attention because of nervousness. Thankfully, my carry-on went through with no additional notice. I gathered my things and went toward my gate.

With that first test done, I was somewhat more at ease, but Mistress V had more test planned for me on this trip. I went to the restroom before I reached the gate and entered one of the stalls. There, I made sure I was very hard, hoping no one would notice my extracurricular activity. I took the rubber bands out of my carry on and placed one of the more thick ones around the base of my balls. Then, I took two other smaller ones and wrapped each testicle with one. Then I placed one larger one around my cock, looping it several times until it was partially covered, leaving most of my cock clear for me to stroke it. This was really going to make my cock and balls ache, but I knew it was what Mistress V wanted. I pulled my pants back up carefully around my hard and bound cock and exited the restroom, hoping that the awkwardness in my stride was not too noticeable. 

Finally the time came at the gate and I boarded the plane and waited for the flight to get underway. As we climbed away from the airport, I waited for the seat belt sign to go off. I then needed to wait another few minutes before making my way to the restroom as Mistress V had instructed me. Once there, I exposed my bound cock and balls and began to stroke. I stroked for five minutes bringing myself close to orgasm, but Mistress V had not allowed me to cum. I went back to my seat and waited for the drink cart to move by. Then i went back once again and stroked for another five minutes without cumming. I waited at my seat, wondering if anyone thought I was ill because I had made two trips to the restroom. They might think that for sure on my next trip, since Mistress V had instructed me to stroke three times on the flight, and it wasn’t a very long flight. My seat mate was trying to make small talk, but my discomfort did not allow me to be very cordial. 

After I had sat for a few minutes longer I was going to make my way back to the restroom, but as it turned out we got into rough weather and the seatbelt sign came on again. Then we started our approach and I feared I would not be able to complete my assignment for Mistress V. I was getting nervous about that and then suddenly things changed. The engine sound came up and we started to climb. The captain announced that the weather was too bad at Atlanta and we would have to divert to Knoxville. This really worried me because I had much more to do with my assignment after I arrived in Atlanta. Fortunately, though, the seatbelt sign went off for a bit and I was able to go to the restroom to stroke my third time, thankful that I would be able to complete that part of my assignment for Mistress V. 

Stroking for the third time without being allowed to cum and with my cock and balls bound so tightly with the rubberbands, I was getting very uneasy. I thought sure my seat mate was wondering about my behavior as she asked if I was all right as I sat down just before the seatbelt sign came back on.

The plane landed in Knoxville and we had to wait on the plane there. After sitting for awhile, I finally could no longer stand my cock and balls being bound as they were. I hoped that Mistress V would not mind and I went again to the restroom to remove the bands.

Since we had sat on the ground so long, I realized that I would not be able to make it to the meetings I had planned for the afternoon. Mistress V had told me to stroke for 5 minutes without cumming again before my meetings and again after. I went ahead and did the first of these on the airplane just after taking the rubberbands off. It felt so much better to stroke that way and I nearly made myself cum, but managed to hold back.

I went back to my seat and was able to talk a bit more with my seat mate. In fact, since we had been in the plane for so long everyone was a bit more animated in their conversation. It looked like it was going to be awhile longer there and I began to realize that we would likely not make it to Atlanta that evening. After awhile, I went to stroke again as Mistress V had instructed me to do after my afternoon meetings. 

Finally the crew gave up on the flight and they got us off the plane. I made arrangements for a flight the next day and to get to a hotel for the evening. Once I got there, I saw that Mistress V had tried to call me and I had missed it on my cell phone. I got out my laptop and sent Her a note as to what had happened, hoping that she would not be angry with. 

The next day, I continued on to Atlanta, wondering when I would hear from Mistress V. I went through my meetings that day, of course arriving late for them. Then, I anxiously went to my hotel in Atlanta and went up quickly to my room and got out my laptop to check my email. There was a message from Mistress V, and thankfully she had understood my predicament. I looked forward to hearing from her later that evening. 

I went out to get something to eat and came back to get a bit of work done on my laptop. With that done, I checked again to see if Mistress V was online. I opened up my messenger and waited for a few minutes. Soon to my delight, a message popped up from Her. We exchanged niceties and she asked when I would be going to bed. I told Her probably around 11 or a bit later, and She told that She would call me back at about 11. I should be ready for Her by having my toys out and wearing only the panties that She had had me get – also that I should be hard. I was also to have the vibrator in ‘a good spot’.

I anxiously waited for the time when she would call. As the time neared, I got busy preparing myself. I got all of my toys out and arranged them on the bed. I stripped myself and put on the panties for Mistress V. I put the batteries back in the vibrator decided that the ‘good spot’ for it would be my ass, and I carefully inserted it there. As I lay back, I turned the control on the remote to make sure it was working and was rewarded with a small hum in my anal passage.

Then, I lay back on the bed with my cell phone nearby and awaited the time. As the time approached, I began to stroke myself to make sure I would be hard when She called. It did not take long for me to get hard, and I stroked carefully, making sure not to bring myself too close to orgasm. 

The 11 PM time came and went by. Mistress V had not called yet and I was getting worried. I kept stroking to make sure I remained hard. I was nearly writhing in the bed and moaning and groaning as I stroked myself and felt the urge to orgasm grow inside me. 11:15 came and went with still no call. I continued to stroke, wondering how long I could keep it up, wondering if this were some kind of test. The 11:25 time came and I feared I would have to just go to bed without being allowed to cum. I thought that I could likely keep this up until midnight, but then I would need to get to bed. Finally, at about 11:30, my cell phone rang. 

Yes, it was Mistress V. I loved hearing Her sultry voice, teasing me from the very start. I told Her how I had kept myself hard for Her, and She seemed pleased. She told me that I should turn the vibrator on just a bit.

She told me to remind her of what toys I had with me. I described everything and She allowed that it was time to use some of the clothespins. Mistress V had me pinch my nipples and then take one of the clothespins and put it on my right nipple. I did as She commanded, taking a deep hissing breath as the pin clamped around my tender flesh. She told me to test it to make sure it was on good, but I did not quite understand that. Mistress V explained that I was to “thwock” the pin with my finger moving off my thumb. I was reluctant to do this, but went ahead carefully. The clothespin moved back and forth hanging onto my nipple and I felt the tug of it. 

Mistress V then told me to put the other clothespin on my left nipple. She said I should test it again – and harder this time. I squinted my eyes, tensed my body and brought my hand up to “thwock” the other pin. I increased the pressure behind my thumb this time so my finger would come off with more force. As it released and hit the clothespin, the grip released a bit. I cried out in pain as the pin slipped partially off my nipple. I winced in pain, telling Mistress V that it had slipped off a bit. She calmly told me to replace and make sure it was on good this time. I did as commanded as I regained my breath, and of course, Mistress V had me “thwock” it again to be sure.

Then Mistress V told me to turn up the vibrator a bit. I felt as if I were being rewarded as the vibrator hummed in my ass. She then told me to continue stroking. My cock felt so hard and sensitive under the silky fabric of the panties. I moaned as I stroked more and more for Mistress V. She asked if I were coming close to cumming. When I replied that I was, She instructed me to “thwock” the clothepins again – both at the same time. I nearly cried as the clothespins tugged at my nipples and bounced back and forth. 

Mistress V told me to turn up the vibrator all the way and continue stroking. My breathing was heavy and my body trembled as I tormented myself at Mistress V’s instruction. I had to tell Her again that I was near to cumming and She had me “thwock” the clothespins again. The brought my urge to cum down a bit, but Mistress had me continue to stroke.

Finally, She told me that I was going to be allowed to cum. I should start stroking faster and be ready on Her count. Mistress V started counting down from 10. My strokes were growing more frequent and determined. She was counting slowly, though and I had to be careful. She reached 5 and I felt I could stroke more strongly, feeling the stirring in my balls. Now 3….then 2……….then 1…..and finally, “Cum now My sub,” She cried out, and I felt my release erupt into the panties I wore for Her. It seemed to continue to flow out for several minutes.

As I recovered, we said our goodnights, and Mistress V promised She would call me tomorrow before my flight. I cleaned up and had a good nights sleep.

The next day I went through my meetings with some rather difficult discussions so I was not able to think much about my session with Mistress V. I finished things up and started for the airport, a little more relaxed this time about the things in my carryon. 

I was walking through the airport toward my gate and checked my phone. I realized I had a message from Mistress V, and she was telling me how good I had been the night before. I was to be rewarded, She said. On the airplane, I was to go twice and stroke myself for 5 minutes. On the third time, I was to go and stroke for 7 and a half minutes and I was allowed to cum at the end of the time, counting down as She had done for me the night before.

I was fortunate on this flight there weren't many people on the plane. As soon as I could after the seatbelt sign went off, I made my way to the restroom. Once there and with my pants and underwear down, I started to stroke. It didn't take me long to get hard and I started timing the 5 minutes from the time I thought I was sufficiently hard. I took easy, not too quick strokes for this first time. With the time up, I pulled up my pants up and made my way back the my seat, thankful I didn't have to maneuver around the drink cart with my hard on still a bit obvious. After getting my drink and seeing that cart was out of the way, I made my way to the restroom again. It was fairly easy this time getting hard again, and it helped that I thought of what Mistress V had put me through the night before. I stroked through the 5 minutes again, nearly needing to cum at the end of it. Again, I carefully made my way back to my seat. After sitting a few minutes, the seatbelt light came on and I feared I would not be able to do the last session. Fortunately the turbulence cleared up and I quickly made my way to the restroom again, knowing I would have barely enough time. I was still somewhat stiff from the last stroking session, so I quickly got hard and started watching my watch as I stroked. The seven and a half minutes seemed like forever, especially when I thought the 'return to seat' sign would come on any minute. I was very hard, thinking about our call the night before and all of the other things we had done and how much I wanted to cum. Finally, it was nearly time, and I started stroking more vigorously in the last 30 seconds. Then I started counting down as Mistress V had done the night before, from 10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1....and then I shot it, thanking Mistress V for allowing me to cum. I cleaned up and made my way back to my seat with plenty of time before the seatbelt sign came on.

Thank You, Mistress V, for my assignment. 



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Assignment: Mother's Day 2004



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The deep-red drapes are shown flowing slowly with black letters, SEXTASY-TV.

Chris Douglas Washington DC~

"Live from Washington, DC, I'm Chris Douglas. Happy Mother's Day everybody. And welcome to SEXTASY-TV. I'll be your host for today's events and ceremonies for Mother's Day 2004." Chris looked down at his agenda in hand.

Chris sat in his tiger stripe bikini briefs. A crisp new black tank-top T-shirt with the SEXTASY-TV logo on the front. Bronze tan and short cut hair with the perfect wave up front. His famous features being his charming smile and long eye lashes. 

"As human beings we all share many common traits and the one thing that none of us can remember is our birth. But go ask Mom and I bet she can recall every detail. That was the day the bond began and today is the day we bow to the mothers of the world." Chris settled into his seat slightly then smiled. "Of course don't ask about the day you were made because you might not get the answer you were looking for. But sure as I'm sitting here, if your sitting there, your mother had sex."

"We have some very interesting places we will be visiting today. Our coverage of Mother's Day 2004, will take us to the corners of our planet to see how many are celebrating." Chris shuffled the pages of his agenda.

"Lets first go to New York City, where Jennie Crawford is covering Mother's Day 2004 for SEXTASY-TV at Momma-Meias Pizzia-ria, Jennie..."

Jennie Crawford, New York City~

"Thanks Chris, Happy Mother's Day 2004 everybody and welcome to SEXTASY-TV. Today is the day to let your mother know she is appreciated. And many here in New York are bringing their mothers to Momma-Meias Pizza-ria. Where all mothers get their meals free, courtesy of SEXTASY-TV. The catch is you have to tell the story of the night you were impregnated."

Jennie's holding the cock-like wireless microphone that was a trademark of SEXTASY-TV. Her fingers wrapped around it gently along its base. Its realistic look and color was standard issue for their erotic television station. Walking up to a small group of woman with Momma Meias T-shirts on. Jennie's black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a black leather miniskirt with a hot pink tube top that barely contained her breasts. Jimmy the cameraman was even known to zoom the camera they're way every now and then. Her preppy sexy way radiated on the national network. She smiled big as the spotlight from the camera shined on her brightly. 

"Hello, Happy Mother's day," Jennie said to a voluptuous woman in her mid thirties. The woman was smiling big as Jennie interviewed her on national television. "Do you recall the night you became a Mother?" Jennie asked the full figured lady. Placing the cock-like microphone to the woman's lips.

"Oh yes, I screamed for some pain medication and out came junior." The woman said with a huge grin.

"Well, do you recall the night that junior's seed was planted in the oven of life?" Jennie asked smiling. Pulling the pink tube top up a bit after it had worked its way down a tad.

"Oh, I think so. I was at a football game with my boy friend, well now he's my husband." The woman said laughing. "It was after the game and we went to see the submarine races."

"You went to see the submarines race?" Jennie asked laughing. "Ma'am submarines travel under water. How did you watch them race?" Jennie asked with a curious tone in her voice.

"Well,...I don't know. We never did watch the race any way." She replied with a chuckle.

"Oh OK, well there you have it...the beginning of Mother hood. Watching submarines race has brought her the joy of Mother hood." Jennie smiled into the camera. "This is Jennie Crawford for SEXTASY-TV, Back to you Chris." Jennie said, lowering the cock-like microphone then began laughing as Jimmy the cameraman turned the camera to Jennies well rounded ass.

Chris Douglas Washington DC~

"Thank you Jennie, we will be getting back with Jennie for more tales of the night women became Mothers at Momma meias pizzia-ria." Chris settled in his chair and then looked into the camera.

"The earliest Mother's Day celebrations can be traced back to the spring celebrations of ancient Greece in honor of Rhea, the Mother of the Gods. During the 1600s, England celebrated a day called "Mothering Sunday". Celebrated on the 4th Sunday of Lent (the 40 day period leading up to Easter), "Mothering Sunday" honored the mothers of England." Chris cleared his throat then continued.

"During this time many of the England's poor worked as servants for the wealthy. As most jobs were located far from their homes, the servants would live at the houses of their employers. On Mothering Sunday the servants would have the day off and were encouraged to return home and spend the day with their mothers. A special cake, called the "mothering cake," was often brought along to provide a festive touch." Chris smiled then read his agenda.

"Now lets go live to the statue of Liberty, the mother of our country, where a group of artist is painting the statue to look as though she is standing in the nude. Covering this event is SEXTASY-TV's very own Daphnie Rain, Daphnie..." Chris grinned.

Daphnie Rain, New york~

"Yes Chris, it is a great Mother's Day indeed. We are celebrating Mother's Day 2004 at the Statue of Liberty." Daphnie spoke into her cock-like microphone with sensual moves of her lips. Her alluring way of licking her lips before speaking was why she was a favorite at SEXTASY-TV. 

"A group of artist that call themselves the 'Paint America in the nude foundation," is painting Ms. Liberty in the buff. They have been at it for weeks and today is the unveiling." The statue was veiled with tarps and ropes and a crowd of on lookers. "Any minute now they will release the veil and..." The crowd let out a loud cheer and whistles could be heard behind Daphnie as the veil was dropped and Liberty shined in her birthday suit. 

"There it is the unveiling, Wow, can you see that Chris?" Daphnie turned and the cameraman zoomed in on the statues new look. Liberty's breast were painted to be boisterous and the torch was made into a healthy size dildo.

"They did her justice I'd say." Daphnie claimed as the cameraman focussed in on Lady Liberty's ass.

The crowd quieted down a bit as the statue stood proudly naked on Stanton Island. "Well, there you have it, The mother of our country showing it all." Daphnie laughed as she turned back to the camera.

"This is Daphnie Rain, SEXTASY-TV, in New York, Happy Mother's Day to all the Mothers. Back to you Chris." Daphnie lowered the cock-like microphone then turned to look again at the statue painted to be in the nude.

Chris Douglas Washington DC~

"Thank you Daphnie, That certainly was a site to see." Chris chuckled then continued. "Here are a few quotes from mothers of famous people that I would like to share with you..."

PAUL REVERE'S MOTHER: "I don't care where you think you have to go, young man. Midnight is past your curfew!"

MONA LISA'S MOTHER: "After all that money your father and I spent on braces, Mona, that's the biggest smile you can give us?"

HUMPTY DUMPTY'S MOTHER: "Humpty, if I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times not to sit on that wall. But would you listen to me? Noooo!"

COLUMBUS' MOTHER: "I don't care what you've discovered, Christopher. You still could have written!"

BABE RUTH'S MOTHER: "Babe, how many times have I told you to quit playing ball in the house! That's the third broken window this week!"

MICHELANGELO'S MOTHER: "Mike, can't you paint on walls like other children? Do you have any idea how hard it is to get that stuff off the ceiling?"

NAPOLEON'S MOTHER: "All right, Napoleon. If you aren't hiding your report card inside your jacket, then take your hand out of there and prove it!"

CUSTER'S MOTHER: "Now, George, remember what I told you - don't go biting off more than you can chew!"

ABRAHAM LINCOLN'S MOTHER: "Again with the stovepipe hat, Abe? Can't you just wear a baseball cap like the other kids?"

BARNEY'S MOTHER: "I realize strained plums are your favorite, Barney, but you're starting to look a little purple."

BATMAN'S MOTHER: "It's a nice car, Bruce, but do you realize how much the insurance is going to be?"

GOLDILOCKS' MOTHER: "I've got a bill here for a busted chair from the Bear family. You know anything about this, Goldie?"

ALBERT EINSTEIN'S MOTHER: "But, Albert, it's your senior picture. Can't you do something about your hair? Styling gel, mousse, something...?"

JONAH'S MOTHER: "That's a nice story, but now tell me where you've really been for the last three days."

SUPERMAN'S MOTHER: "Clark, your father and I have discussed it, and we've decided you can have your own telephone line. Now will you quit spending so much time in all those phone booths?"

THOMAS EDISON'S MOTHER: "Of course I'm proud that you invented the electric light bulb, Thomas. Now turn off that light and get to bed!"

"Well there you have it, Famous Mothers and their probable quotes," Chris snickered then shuffled his papers in hand. Then looked into the camera, "Lets go now live to San Francisco where Chip Chambers is at the Institute for Artificial Insemination. Where hundreds were seeded and having their very own Mother's Day Party. Take it away Chip..." 

Chip Chambers, San Fransico~

"Thank you Chris, I'm Chip Chambers, for SEXTASY-TV." His Microphone was designed as a breast. Torpedo featured with a large protruding nipple on its end. Chip's mouth almost always touched the nipple while talking into it.

"I'm live here in San Francisco at the 'Invitro Fertilization Clinic.' The Mother to many who's Fathers dropped of their contribution then received a small payment and left the lab to bring into this world some beautiful people. Some of which have even run our country. They're celebrating Mother's Day 2004 with a festive occasion called, Cryo Momma." 

Chip turned and walked slowly towards a small crowd that lined the wall of the outer building. "As you can see there is quite a turn out for this Mother's Day bash. The organization for Artificial Insemination is passing out sperm cycles, a white vanilla type pop cycle free to any Mother that attends the sperm banks charitable event." Chip's lips bumped the nipple on the breast like microphone. The cameraman shot a wide angled view of the line of women that were waiting for their free sperm cycle. 

Chip made his way to the front of the line and turned to face the camera. "Here in San Francisco I'm Chip Chambers, for SEXTASY-TV. Happy Mother's Day every one and Happy Mother's Day, Mom." Chip lowered his breast like microphone and the cameraman turned off the camera.

Chris Douglas Washington DC~

The large black letters SEXTASY-TV logo on the back drop of deep-red drapes.

A leg comes into view of the screen. A long slender slightly tanned and freshly shaven leg dangled before the camera. Then a lady steps before the camera in plain view walking slowly towards the anchor desk. The woman has her back to the camera wearing a gray skirt and white blouse. Wiggling her hips a bit and then letting her hair down. Shaking her head making her ass shake too.

She sensually whipped her hair from side to side with jerks of her head. Glancing in to the camera then flicking her head the other way and looking again deeply into the lens. Licking her plush red lips from top to bottom.

Pulling the skirt up slowly with both hands as her panty's are shown slightly then she let go. The skirt fell back to its natural form. Bending forward and leaning onto the Anchor desk as the camera angled to she her pink panties that showed brightly.

The woman began unbuttoning her skirt. Slowly twisting her body she fingered the buttons till they were undone. Smiling, she finally turned to show her pretty face and seductive grin. Leaning back onto the Anchor desk and letting her skirt slip down her legs. Pulling up her blouse tails and showing her panties as she kicked the skirt away. Then kicking her high heels off, one at a time. 

She spun around and pushed her ass up to the camera and shook her derriere.' Wiggling it back and forth and slowly unbuttoning her blouse and smiling. Whipping her shoulder out as soon as enough buttons were undone to allow her to do so. Then back to the task of freeing the blouse from her. Running her hand down between her legs then trailing back to her lips and licking them sensually.

Spinning around and twisting in a circle she pulled the blouse off and tossed it out as she slowed to a dizzy stop. Leaning back into the desk again she teased a shoulder as she pulled the bra strap off one side. Her panties glisten from its silky way in the beams and light of the studio. Her long leg pulled up along the other one to the knee then back down again.

She pulled the other shoulder strap off her shoulder and spun with her back to the camera. Reaching behind her and unfastening her bra. Pulling it off and sending it sailing. Holding her breasts with her arm and slightly waving with the other one. Her pink panties crawled up her ass cheeks from her constant wiggles. Spinning back around and cupping her breasts. Her hands were over her nipples, with a big smile the women removed her hands swiftly...

Her face is shown up close as she licks her lips sensually. Deep blue eyes and rose red lips saying, "You want me?" She blows a kiss with her luscious red lips. "Watch SEXTASY-TV." The woman winks.

The SEXTASY-TV logo is shown.

The Cameras then show Chris in his seat with papers in hand. "Lets go live to El Paso Texas with Tina Sanchez, Tina..." The camera then fades...

Tina Sanchez, El Paso Texas~

"Hello, I'm Tina Sanchez. Happy Mommasito diaz everybody. We are live at the Festival for Mothers." Tina had a Spanish accent to her speech that was exotic. Her slinky frame wiggled seductively while walking along a crowded room filled with piniatas and people in sombreros.

The cameraman followed her every curve and wiggle of her hips as she made her way to a large gathering around a huge piniata that resembled a pregnant women. Hispanic women were blind folded and swinging at the hanging piniata.

"As you can see hombres, the Mothers are trying to break a piniata that is filled with goodies for Mothers only, if..." Just then a woman smacked the piniata really good and opened its contents as many different surprises fell to the ground. Tina stretched her neck to see over the crowd of women that scrambled to retrieve the goods.

"Looks like they have broken the piniata fully and most of the prizes are condoms and baby nipples. Oh, and centavos along with small bottles resembling whiskey bottles you'd get on an airplane flight." The crowd began getting rowdy and pushing and shoving began knocking the cameraman down and the television screen went blank. "You Mother fucker..." was all that was heard.

A long pause....

Chris Douglas, Washington DC~

"We seem to have lost Tina momentarily, we will try to reconnect with her as soon as possible. Hi, I'm Chris Douglas for SEXTASY-TV. Happy Mother's Day 2004 everyone." Chris looked blankly at his producer then looked at his agenda.

"Here are a few things that Momma Douglas taught me about while I was growing up...

1. My Mother taught me about ANTICIPATION...

"Just wait until your father gets home."

2. My Mother taught me about RECEIVING....

"You are going to get it when we get home!"

3. My Mother taught me to MEET A CHALLENGE...

"What were you thinking? Answer me when I talk to you! Don't talk back to me!"

4. My Mother taught me LOGIC...

"If you fall out off that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."

5. My Mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE...

"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."

6. My Mother taught me to THINK AHEAD...

"If you don't pass your spelling test, you'll never get a good job."

7. My Mother taught me HUMOR...

"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."

8. My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT...

"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."

9. My Mother taught me about GENETICS...

"You're just like your father."

10. My Mother taught me about my ROOTS...

"Do you think you were born in a barn?"

11. My Mother taught me about WISDOM OF AGE...

"When you get to be my age, you will understand."

And last but not least...

12. My Mother taught me about JUSTICE...

"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you....Then you'll see what it's like!"

Chris looked at the papers he held in his hand and began reading:

"Here are some interesting animal facts concerning mother hood.

A baby baleen whale depends on its mother's milk diet for at least six months. 

A baby Harp seal doubles its weight in only five days after birth, thanks to the amount of protein in its mother's milk. It takes a horse sixty days to double its birth weight. 

A female kangaroo that has become a recent mother holds a reserve embryo inside of her after her first baby has crawled into her pouch. This embryo is an "emergency back-up" baby, should the first one die prematurely. 

A mother giraffe often gives birth while standing, so the newborn's first experience outside the womb is a 1.8-meter (6-foot) drop.

An AT&T survey estimated that 122.5 million phone calls to Mom are made on Mother's Day. Other Mother's Day findings revealed that 11 percent never call their mothers, and 3 percent of the 68 percent planning to ring Mom up called her collect. 

If frightened or threatened, a mother rabbit may abandon, ignore, or eat her young.

In 340 B.C., Aristotle observed that dolphins gave birth to live young that were attached to their mothers by umbilical cords. For this reason, he considered dolphins and related creatures to be mammals. Twenty-four centuries later, biologists agreed with him.

In the vast majority of the world's languages, the word for "mother" begins with the letter M.

Just like people, mother chimpanzees often develop lifelong relationships with their offspring.

Kittens are born both blind and deaf, but the vibration of their mother's purring is a physical signal that the kittens can feel - it acts like a homing device, signaling them to nurse.

Missy is the name of Snoopy's mother from the Peanuts cartoon strip.

Mother Mexican free-tailed bats find and nurse their own young, even in huge colonies where many millions of babies cluster at up to 500 bats per square foot.

Mother prairie dogs will nurse their young only while underground in the safety of the burrow. If an infant tries to suckle above ground, the mother will slap it.

The average woman in 17th-century America gave birth to 13 children.




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The eggs of the marsupial frog are laid in a brood pouch on the mother's back, and the young hatch out in a zipper-like fashion from the pouch. 

The embryos of tiger sharks fight each other while in their mother's womb, the survivor being the baby shark that is born. 

There is a strong bond between mother and child among orangutans. Orangutan infants cling almost continually to their mothers until they are 1½ years old. 

When baby opossum are born, they are so small that an entire litter can fit in a tablespoon. They live inside their mother's pouch for three months before climbing out and riding on her back."

Chris turned and looked into the camera smiling, lets go now live to Detroit Michigan where an Emergency Medical team has been dispatched out to a mother that was found unconscious in her front yard. Covering this tragedy and on the scene live is SEXTASY-TV's very own Stacey Lynn, Stacy?"

Stacey Lynn, Detroit Michigan~

"Yes, Chris, I am live at the residence of the Cooper family where their mother was found unconscious in the front yard. Now she is just now coming to and I am told we cannot interview her but we can get close enough to hear what she has to say." 

Stacy's full figure and sexy smile radiates among the fire fighters and police as well as the paramedics that are surrounding the woman. Stacy holds the trademark cock-like microphone with a gentle wrapping of her fingers around its base. Poised at her lips while she waits for the woman's comments.

"Someone dialed 911. Oh my," the woman first said.

The paramedics helped her regain consciousness and asked if she knew what caused her to faint. 

"It was enough to make anybody faint," she said. "My son asked me for the keys to the garage, and instead of driving the car out, he came out with the lawn mower and started cutting the grass and nobody had asked him to." The crowd snickered.

"Well, there you have it Chris, a small incident that caused a great deal of alarm, a son wanting to cut the grass without having to be told on Mother's Day, how sweet. Well, this is Stacey Lynn for SEXTASY -TV, happy Mother's Day everyone, back to you Chris." Stacey put the cock-like microphone down.

Chris Douglas, Washington DC~

"Thank you Stacey, SEXTASY-TV will now go live to the geysers, Old Faithful, Mother Earths own daily Orgasm. There, covering the event on this Mother Day 2004 is Brenda Blooming, Brenda..." Chris smiled as the camera faded off him.

Brenda Blooming, Old Faithful Geysers~

"Thank you Chris, and Happy Mother's Day to all you Mothers out there. Today Mother Earth will have her daily orgasm with a record breaking crowd to watch this event. Mother Day 2004, is celebrating the Earth gushing her fluids into the air as steam and waters surges from the earth out of her tiny whole as she has for a very long time." 

Brenda was a petite red head with her hair pulled back into a pony tail, swinging it back and forth as she held her cock-like microphone, poised at her luscious red lips.

"As you know Old Faithful got its name for Gushing steam that jets out of the planet every day at the same time. Mother Earth likes to be punctual. The Celebration today being Mother's Day, seem appropriate to give Mother Earth a Party for Mother's Day 2004. Of course for most it doesn't take much to warrant a party but just the same we bask in the glory that Mother Earth will once again cum for us this day." 

Just then a jet of steam gushed out of the geyser, a short blast. Then the gushing steam jet out of the Earth in a Towering stream into the sky. The on lookers were in awe as Old Faithful did it's daily gushing. 

"As you can see Chris, the sight is spectacular and breath taking. Mother Earth is a gusher," Brenda said with a giggle. "And the spectators are watching her spray her juices into the air with pride." The geyser slowly quit its spectacular jet stream and disappeared. The crowd cheered. Brenda stood close enough to the geyser that she got a tad wet and showed her perky brown nipples through the wet bra-less tube top she wore. The cameraman instantly zoomed in on them.

"Well, there you have it Chris, Mother's Day 2004, here at the Old Faithful Geysers, I'm Brenda Blooming for SEXTASY-TV, Happy Mother's Day everybody. And "Hi, Mom." The television clicks back to Chris in the studio.

Chris Douglas, Washington DC~

"Thank you Brenda Blooming and thanks to her cameraman," Chris said with a smile. "Happy Mother's Day every one I'm Chris Douglas your host for today's events and coverage of Mother's Day 2004. SEXTASY-TV and I wish and hope that all you Mothers enjoy your day." Chris settled in his chair and looked back into the camera.

"Final notes from me, for you mothers and fathers," Chris added.

"Whenever your kids are out of control, you can take comfort from the thought that even God's omnipotence did not extend to his kids. After creating Heaven and Earth, God created Adam and Eve. And the first thing He said to them was: "Don't." 

"Don't what?", Adam replied. 

"Don't eat the forbidden fruit." 

"Forbidden fruit? Really? Where is it?" 

"It's over there," said God, wondering why He hadn't stopped after making the elephants. 

A few minutes later God saw the kids having an apple break and He was angry. 

"Didn't I tell you not to eat that fruit?" the First Parent asked. 

"Uh huh," Adam replied. 

"Then why did you?" 

"I dunno," Adam answered. 

God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own. Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed. But there is reassurance in this story. If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give them wisdom and they haven't taken it, don't be hard on yourself. If God had trouble handling children, what makes you think it would be a piece of cake for you?"

"I'm Chris Douglas for SEXTASY-TV, Happy Mother's Day 2004. Be sure to watch us for Nude Day 2004, SEXTASY-TV's favorite time of the year. Be sure to hug, call, kiss, or send your Mother a card or letter for if it wasn't for her playfulness, you wouldn't be here. Hi, Mom. Happy Mother's Day everyone." Chris smiled exceptionally big for the camera as it fades to...

The deep-red drapes are shown flowing slowly with black letters, SEXTASY-TV.

Scrolling across the screen as the credits roll is a list of famous mothers and their achievements as well a mothers holding records for birth.

"Famous Mothers"

Many of the sweaters worn by Mr. Rogers on the popular television show, Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood, were actually knitted by his real mother.

Elvis Presley, was a mama's boy. He slept in the same bed with his mother, Gladys, until he reached puberty. Up until Elvis entered high school, she walked him back and forth to school every day and made him take along his own silverware so that he wouldn't catch germs from the other kids. Gladys forbade young Elvis from going swimming or doing anything that might put him in danger. The two of them also conversed in a strange baby talk that only they could understand.

Kim Basinger's mother had been a champion swimmer who performed water ballets in several Esther Williams movies in 1940's.

Madonna's mother died when she was five years old.

The youngest mother whose history is authenticated is Lina Medina, who delivered a 6½-pound boy by cesarean section in Lima, Peru in 1939, at an age of 5 years and 7 months. The child was raised as her brother and only discovered that Lina was his mother when he was 10.

On April 9, 2003, Satyabhama Mahapatra, a 65-year-old retired schoolteacher in India, became the world's oldest mother when she gave birth to a baby boy. Satyabhama and her husband had been married 50 years, but this is their first child. The baby was conceived through artificial insemination using eggs from the woman's 26-year-old niece, Veenarani Mahapatra, and the sperm of Veenarani's husband.

Bobbie McCaughey is the mother who holds the record for the most surviving children from a single birth. She gave birth to the first set of surviving septuplets - four boys and three girls -on November 19, 1997, at the University Hospital, Iowa, US. Conceived by in vitro fertilization, the babies were delivered after 31 weeks by caesarean in the space of 16 minutes. The babies are named Kenneth, Nathaniel, Brandon, Joel, Kelsey, Natalie and Alexis.

Jayne Bleackley is the mother who holds the record for the shortest interval between two children born in separate confinements. She gave birth to Joseph Robert on September 3, 1999, and Annie Jessica Joyce on March 30, 2000. The babies were born 208 days apart.

Elizabeth Ann Buttle is the mother who holds the record for the longest interval between the birth of two children. She gave birth to Belinda on May 19,1956 and Joseph on November 20, 1997. The babies were born 41 years 185 days apart. The mother was 60 years old when her son Joseph was born.

The highest officially recorded number of children born to one mother is 69, to the first wife of Feodor Vassilyev (1707-1782) of Shuya, Russia. Between 1725 and 1765, in a total of 27 confinements, she gave birth to 16 pairs of twins, seven sets of triplets, and four sets of quadruplets. 67 of them survived infancy.

The modern world record for giving birth is held by Leontina Albina from San Antonio, Chile. 

Leontina claims to be the mother of 64 children, of which only 55 of them are documented. She is listed in the 1999 Guinness World Records but dropped from later editions.

Katherine Hepburn's father was a surgeon and her mother was a dedicated suffragette and early crusader for birth control.

Laura Dern earned a Best Actress Oscar nomination for her illuminating performance as the title character in Rambling Rose, an underrated picture in 1991 that also won a Best Supporting Actress nomination for her mother, Diane Ladd. This was the first time a mother-daughter team had been so honored; they became the first mother and daughter ever nominated for Academy Awards for the same movie.

Phyllis Diller, a 40-year-old mother of five and an advertising copywriter for a California radio station, made a rousing comedy debut at San Francisco's Purple Onion in 1957.

American talk show host Conan O'Brien's father is Dr. Thomas O'Brien, a noted epidemiologist, the head of microbiology at Peter Brigham Hospital, and a professor at Harvard Medical School. His mother, Ruth Reardon O'Brien, was a partner at Ropes & Gray law firm outside Boston until her 1997 retirement.

Meredith Baxter-Birney played the mother, Elyse Keaton on the hit TV sitcom Family Ties. Her actress mother, Whitney Blake, also played a mom: Dorothy Baxter, on TV's Hazel.

James McNeill Whistler's best known painting, often called "Whistler's Mother," is actually titled "Arrangement in Black and Gray: The Artist's Mother."

Monkee Mike Nesmith's mother, Bette Nesmith Graham was the inventor of Liquid Paper correction fluid. She sold the rights to the Gillette Corporation in 1979 for $47.5 million and when she died in 1980, she left half of her fortune to her son Michael. 

Eric Clapton was born to an unwed mother and to shield him from the shame, Eric grew up believing that his grandparents were his parents and his mother was his sister.

Hoyt Axton wrote Three Dog Night's "Joy To The World". His mother, Mae Axton wrote "Heartbreak Hotel" for Elvis Presley.



Assignment: Nude Day 2004



"Gymnophobia"-- (gymnos being the Greek word for "nude") The fear of being (or seeing others) naked. A gymnophobic person usually wants to force all others to a clothes compulsive lifestyle. 

Gymnosophy was originally the doctrines of a sect of philosophers who practiced nudity and asceticism and meditation. In the early 20th century, the term was appropriated by several groups to denote a broad philosophy that included as a central thought that the nude human body is a natural condition and should be accepted widely for the betterment of society. This philosophy is related closely and, often interchangeably, with nudism and naturism. 

"Sure, some people might believe they are offended by nude bathers, but, if you never encounter anything that offends you in your community, you are not living in a free society." - Corky Stanton 

In Style magazine, Kevin Bacon confesses he likes to cut a little footloose at home with his family every now and then -- naked. "Not when the nanny is around," he says. "But I will with my wife and kids." Why? "There's something therapeutic about nudity ... Take away the Gucci or Levi's and we're all the same." 

"Don't arrest me I was born this way" 

- seen on a the body of a Naked Mile participant 

Fig leaves belong on trees, not people. - Corky Stanton 

Not all the Greek runners in the original Olympics were totally naked. Some wore shoes. - Mark Twain 

Fred Rogers, creator and star of the children's program Mister Rogers' Neighborhood was 71 years old; has been married to his wife for 48 years; is an ordained Presbyterian minister; and took a morning swim every day in the nude.

Bathing led to nudity. Nudity led to promiscuity. So believed the colonial lawmakers of Pennsylvania and Virginia. Philadelphia was especially strict in those early years. You could be jailed there bathing more than once a month. 

Forcing others to wear clothes because we cannot control our own lust, is abuse of others. 

Television nudity is accepted in Brazil, Germany, the United Kingdom, Japan and Australia. Why not the United States? 

"Being natural and matter-of-fact about nudity prevents your children from developing an attitude of shame or disgust about the human body. If parents are very secretive about their bodies and go to great lengths to prevent their children from ever seeing a buttock or breast, children will wonder what is so unusual, and even alarming, about human nudity." - Dr. Lee Salk, Psychiatrist 

"Some day people will grow up and realize that the only thing vile about human bodies is the small minds some people have developed within them." - Dick Hein 

"We was always naked, day and night, whenever the mosquitoes would let us," said Mark Twain's river hero Huck Finn. 

Despite its puritan roots, the U.S. has a long history of skinny-dipping. Social nudity is celebrated in the writings of Walt Whitman and the landscape paintings of Thomas Eakins. 

Benjamin Franklin took a daily naked "air bath," while presidents John Quincy Adams, Theodore Roosevelt and Lyndon Johnson enjoyed a refreshing nude dip. 

A Nudist is simply a human being without 'Artificial Additives'! 

"Nudity is undignified and an error of taste." - Adolf Hitler 

Quoting from Genesis, "They were nude but they were not ashamed." Furthermore, because God created it, "The human body can remain nude and uncovered and preserve its splendor and its beauty." - Pope John Paul II 

"Are we so narrow minded that we show war, murder, rape, etc. on TV, but we do not allow to show one of the most wonderful creations (the human body) in its natural form." - Mario Roman 

"Nudity is a state of fact; lewdity, to coin a phrase, is a state of mind." -Paul Outerbridge, Jr

"What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful that the garment with which it is clothed?" - Michaelangelo 

"The human body: Legalize it" 

"Happy Nude Day, everyone."

The Picture fades...



Assignment One



The exit door on the second floor tended to stick and not lock properly. The young woman had snuck into the school that way before. Her satchel rested heavy on her back as she climbed the stairs, even though it only contained some nice linen paper and an ink pen that her Aunt had given her on her Birthday. His instructions added the weight. During every step she took, words whispered to her in his rich voice. “Go to a nice prim writing desk.”

She padded down the hall, looking for the room that she needed. If she were lucky, the janitor would be down in the basement smoking weed like normal. The classroom she wanted had only one window to the outside. Sometimes it was used for counseling, but most of the time it wasn’t formally occupied by a specific teacher.

When she pushed the door open, her lie was on her lips. On the off chance that someone was there, she was ready. It would be easy enough to say that she had left something behind. Blessedly, the room was empty, and she gratefully slid into its twilight. She shut the door behind her and locked it. 

There were only about six student desks in the room, crowded together as if they really didn’t belong. The shade over the room’s one window was yellowed and water stained. Bookshelves lined the room and there was a thick braided rug under the teacher’s desk and the leather chair behind it. The room smelled dusty, and she felt the papery taste of old books on her tongue. With a shrug of her shoulders she lowered her satchel to the speckled floor. She reached up and pulled the door window’s curtain closed. The color of the fabric had faded over the years to a nondescript gray brown. She took a step back and decided, maybe wedging a chair under the door wouldn’t be a bad idea. She knew she was delaying, but she got the chair and walked it over anyway, settling it firmly under the door handle. She took a deep breath. It really wasn’t that big a deal. She told herself. She reached for her satchel and headed to the nearly empty desk at the front of the room.

The surface was polished oak, nicked and worn with time. The blotter looked unused and the black phone was dated and over practical. A cup saying number one teacher was half full of short pencils and chewed pens. A silver letter opener with a polished round handle lay abandoned. She pushed all of it to the side of the desk, making room for her task. If she hurried, she could be done and gone in no time. She gave a little shudder as she placed her satchel in the chair.

The paper perfectly lined up with the top of the desk, her black ink pen uncapped and waiting. She found herself staring at the surface of the desk. She could do this. The door was locked. No one would know. “Just do it, and get out of here.” She whispered to herself, “You can do it.” She reached under her gray uniform skirt and shimmied her panties down her thighs. It had been hard to think in class today. Images of laying over his lap had flickered in the back of her mind, distracting her in American Literature. Focus had been impossible. 

He’d said, “Take off your wet panties and set them by the paper.” She stepped out of the silk of her panties and placed them on the desk next to the crisp clean paper. The lump of twisted silk looked obscene to her next to the tidy paper. Touching her fingertips to her forehead she squeezed her thighs together. The wide wooden desk beckoned. She took a step forward and the rounded corner of the desk nestled to her thighs. A glance to the closed door, and she pulled up the front of her skirt. Her fingers slid over her belly and down between her thighs across her heated sex. She was liquid silk against her fingers. To be lit. She shivered.

The wooden desk wasn’t as cold on her belly as she had thought it would be. With a soft moan she wriggled against the unyielding wood, the corner of the desk nestled against her mons. She drew the paper toward her and lifted the pen. He’d whispered in her ear, his hand possessively on the curve of her bottom. “Write about how your skin feels lit." She pulled up the back of her skirt to her waist, exposing herself to the empty room. Air from the vent blew cold across her naked skin.

The tip of her pen, pressed to the paper, a round black mark bled out as she paused eyes closed. With a sigh, she began to write:

“I feel lit, when your breath passes across my skin. When everything in my self is focused on the places that you touch me. Light fingers at the back of my neck feel electric. I feel like I spark. Blue fire anticipation rolls and dances across every nerve as you make me wait. When I am lit, there is no other world except for the one you shape for us. And I can barely breath, waiting for your next touch.”

The scent of her own arousal taunted her. The tangled panties were a reminder of him and how he touched her. Her hips rocked to the desk, pressing into the wood, sliding against it. She rested her cheek on the polished wood and saw the rounded silver handle of the letter opener. Her mind whispered, “He’s going to take you that way. He’s already told you that when he takes you, he is going to take you that way.” She reached out and rolled it on the desk, feeling the cold metal, thinking about how it felt when he leaned over her, his hand sharply striking her hip. 

She lifted the cold smooth handle and rolled it against her thigh, across her bottom. His smile, the way he looked at her when she touched him. She slid the cool metal across her wet sex and it was so cold, so deliciously cold. Wet, the metal was slippery, harder to hold. When she slid the small rounded end against the tight ring of her anus, it slid easily into her. Groaning she pressed it deeper, rocking against the wood. She thought about what it would be like when he took her, sliding the handle in and out of her body. She rocked roughly against the desk. In her mind she could imagine him bending over her speaking into her ear, “When Master touches you here, you will come.” And she did, hot and molten, bucking into the air.

The back of her shirt clung to the sweat damp small of her back, as she furtively washed the cold metal handle in the corner sink. She hadn’t been quiet, and she was afraid of what she might find on the other side of the door. The scent of lilacs from the hand soap was almost overpowering. She wiped her thighs, and across herself as if she were hiding evidence. Her cheeks burned, and her nipples were so hard that they hurt, scraping against the starched cotton of her uniform shirt with each breath she took. Wadding the harsh paper towels together she left them in the trash. 

She placed the paper, and the pen back in her satchel. She hesitated only briefly and placed the letter opener in there as well. With her panties she wiped the corner edge of the table. All the objects she placed back in position as best she could. She stuffed the wet panties into the front pocket of the satchel. She stepped back, taking a guilty look at the desk. Biting her lip, she turned and made her escape, into the empty hall, and out into the cool of the night.



Assignment Three



Assignment Three: "I'd like you to write about not being permitted to cum, and about the way you turned your rising tension into a different kind of release."

(I almost don't write about this. But then, I think about why I don't want to write about this, and that makes me think more. Then I had to decide how on earth to write about it, and still feel like I've kept some of my real life privacy. It's a tangle. One image did come strongly to my mind, and I decided to write about that. It may not make sense, and this isn't an erotic story by a long stretch, but it is an answer. It is my answer. )

A house painted red, with a broken window.

The day wasn't going exactly as planned, which is often the way projects go. The twilight was coming and she hadn't finished pulling nails. The weight of the hammer hanging from her back pocket whispered about that, talking to her about the hour each time it thumped her bottom as she walked. The paint buckets lined up on the porch, pleased her in their rhythm and symmetry. They had been cheap, an off color red that someone had had mixed and then abandoned. "Too much like cherries." "Too much like blood." The house would be leaving tomorrow, but tonight it was still hers to play in, even if it wasn't her house. The glaring yellow hulks of demolition equipment were already in the yard. The porch roof was slumped, and had seen better days, but the floors were solid and the doors swung freely on their hinges. She wanted everything inside before it was dark. The buckets weren't that heavy, and she could mix the paint in the hall. There were already candles and several lamps inside.

She was careful, running her hands over the wall. There was still a scar on her right palm from where she had made the mistake of not checking every surface. The nail had torn deeply into her hand. Not that that had stopped her from painting, but it had added in a pain so bright that it took her breath each time she had slapped color to the wall. The paint had burned like fire, and she had been afraid at the time that the scar would end up a bad one. Not that that had stopped her from painting. This was the last room, but daylight was rapidly leaving. Shadows lengthened across the floor, tangled and flickering from the candlelight. Her eyes could deceive her, but she trusted her touch. Fingertips, palm, wrist, even the smallest painted nail head was easy to find. 

She used the hammer to pull free a tiny deceptive nail that had been driven into the wall above the wall socket. She had learned long ago not to be surprised by these odd nails. Their random placements seemed to her just part of the mystery of what made people human. Nonsensical nails in walls. Little mines, waiting for her tender palm. The crumpled paper bag by her knee was partially full of these nails. All sizes, some new, some old, all abandoned and left behind. She felt no sorrow for them. Tying the bag with a bit of string she found on the floor, she threw it out the open back door. The little pack skidded across the wooden porch and then fell into the high overgrown grass. Heavy seed heads bobbed, laden, quivering from the blow. 

The smell of the paint was always a pleasure to her. The rich bitter stinging taint of it. The screwdriver made metallic thunking clicks as she worked it around the rim. The portable cd player, mummified in plastic behind her, shifted to the next cd and the loud abrupt thunder of sound made her smile. Some things were meant to be done in silence, others weren't. She didn't reach for a stick to stir with, she just plunged her hand into the cold thick paint. Her hair was pulled back into a tight braid to keep it out of the way. She closed her eyes and shivered, mixing the thick color. Blank naked wall in front of her, vulnerable, empty, and waiting. She stood, palm cupping a handful of the slick cold paint. Thick drops falling onto the cream carpeting, staring at the wall, breathing. The music moved in her back, softening her bones, shifting through her blood. She closed her eyes and turned her hand, pressing to the wall, paint running cold and thick down her arm, dripping to the floor. The greasy slick slide of the latex paint, heady lubricant as she slid her hand across the wall. The color like a violent act upon the surface. She dipped her other hand into the paint, and began to change the wall, making it into something new. 

Carrying the almost empty bucket, she paused just long enough to take a full one as she moved down the hall. Paint drying on the back of her hands and arms, twisting the look of her skin, making her seem strange even to herself. The next room whispered to her, trying to tell its secrets. Offering it's past, but she wasn't there for it's past. She was there to shape it's future. The steady clink of the lid and the screwdriver were as regular and even as a heart beat. No pauses, no hesitation. She lifted the almost empty bucket and poured its contents along the length of one wall. Ragged red paint ran down in heavy rivulets. Rapid, her fingers moved across the lines, laying in patterns and rhythms, changing the landscape. The empty bucket lay abandoned on the floor like a used condom. 

Slick with paint, she slid her worn tennis shoes and socks off, leaving them at the base of the stairs. The wood cool on her bare feet, the cans heavy in her hands she climbed the stairs. Just three little bedrooms were upstairs. The first one went easy, walls marking out as time sucked through small spaces. It was late and she knew it, but she wasn't done and would paint until she felt complete. 

The second room was small, tight with a mean little closet. The lid of the new can lifted easily in her fingers, exposing a shockingly blue black purple. Bruises. She looked up at the yellow walls. It would do. She stepped into the hall abandoning the room to pull free her worn t-shirt. Roughly rubbing the red from her hands and arms. The paint rolling free of her skin, leaving her raw and pink. She would let this room have its bruises. When her first handful of paint hit the wall, it did so with a stinging slap. Long slides and ringing strikes, her hands throbbing, she painted, fast and hard. 

Panting, she kneeled on the floor, empty bucket next to her. She smiled as she looked at the room and made herself stand on her shaking legs. The bucket, she lifted and sent through the window, shattering glass everywhere. She walked out without looking back.

In the landing, she peeled off her speckled faded jeans, using them to wipe the paint from her skin, scrubbing it free so that it wouldn't taint the next room. A bucket on either side of the door, the last room called to her with its legs parted. She closed her eyes, and took off her bra as well. The black paint would never come out, so she abandoned it. She paused at the opening to the last room, and un bound her braid, letting her hair fall across her damp back, clinging to her skin. Taking a deep breath, she bent and lifted the cans, the screwdriver gripped with two fingers. She entered private spaces, and she painted. She painted until it was done.

Her feet were slick on the stairs, and she had to hold the banister and step carefully down. Red was marked across her belly, down her arms, speckled on her legs, tipping her breasts. Her hair darkened with sweat, clung to her cheeks and back. She placed the CD player by the porch to be picked up later by the photographer.

Standing naked in the cold of the morning, the hose sheeting frigid water onto her skin, her teeth chattered. She rubbed her hands, her belly, paint rolling off in thick chunks, falling to the ground. He would come soon, to shoot photographs, but she would be gone. That was their deal anyway. She'd do the work; he'd take the shots and not analyze the crap out of it. With a sweep of her arm, she bent over, and drew her hair into the stream of the water. It was cold enough that it burned against the skin on her hands and forearms. 

The water off, she squeezed out her hair and started walking toward the woods. The sky was just starting to lighten, and it wasn't far to home. Naked and raw skinned she left the house painted red, with a broken window behind her.



Assignment: Water



Preface: 

I have been submissive all my life, but have only come to realize this recently. Like most submissives I searched long and hard for the perfect Mistress to take me, control me, humiliate me, and use me for Her pleasure and perhaps even for Her amusement. In July of this year I found the perfect Mistress, Mistress V, who in her gracious wisdom decided to take me on as her submissive. Words cannot express my delight and excitement at this single most important event in my life. Since taking me as her sub, She had given me regular assignments. What follows is not so much a story as an account of once such assignment. This assignment was careful and well chosen by my Mistress. She knows her sub well. Upon receiving it and reading her desire, I became immediately exited not only by what She was commanding me to do, but by the thought that I would be exposing this part of myself to her and to who ever She chose to share my account with. In her wisdom she has decided to share my account with you, dear reader. It is my sincere hope that you enjoy this story and admire the mind of the Woman behind it. I still get excited thinking about these events, as hopefully you will when reading them. As with all Her assignments, this one begins with as simple email....

sub marc

Test: Capacity

Date of Test: Sunday, July 29th

Length of Test: This test will begin upon rising and end when you go to bed for the night.

I expect you to have a 16 oz water bottle by tomorrow morning. You will keep this bottle with you at all times during the next day and drink only from this bottle. Upon rising tomorrow morning totally empty your bladder and thereafter drink at least 16 oz of water each hour. You may please Me by drinking more. Keep track of how much you have consumed each hour. In addition, My sub, you will hold all of this liquid until you feel that you will explode and then you will try to hold it even longer. Do not displease Me by letting go of all of the fluids that you will be retaining at My command too soon. 

Mistress V.

Mistress,

Here is the report on my assignment drinking water. I kept a diary of my assignment and I hope that it will please you, my Mistress.

10AM. I woke up and emptied my bladder, as instructed. I am really excited to begin this assignment but also a bit scared since I don't think I can hold 16oz of water per hour for very long. However I do want to please you very badly so I am determined to try my best. I shower, shave, and dress in shorts and a tee shirt. Today is Sunday and I have nothing planed, so I will be able to focus entirely my assignment. At 10:30 I drink the first 16oz of water. I am embarrassed to confess that I am very excited to be under your control. The idea of you controlling all my bodily functions really makes me excited. I am blushing as I write this confession to you.

11AM. I start drinking my second 16 oz of water. At this point there is no need to urinate, so my worries subside slightly, although I am still apprehensive. I spread the water out over the hour finishing the last just before 11:45AM. Still no need to urinate, which surprises me. 

12PM. I refill the bottle and start drinking again. At this point a sudden need to urinate hits me. My bladder is full and the need to go urgent. I try to control myself, but the need grows by the minute. I begin to think of nothing else but relieving myself. In desperation I think of ways that I can decrease the sensation in my bladder. The bottle is half full and its only 12:15PM. 

It occurs to me that if I can become hard, that this will help. I log onto my computer and look for some erotica to read. I find some and start reading, but I find it increasingly difficult to concentrate. I am only half hard and the pressure in my bladder is intense. I fight the urge to go to the bathroom and pee. At this point I make a tactical decision, and I am not sure if it is correct. You have left me with no instructions regarding this, and it is too late to ask you. I know I am not allowed to cum, but I have no instructions about touching myself. I go to the bathroom and rub myself, getting myself really hard before I stop. God! I am so embarrassed telling you this but I know I must. I think about you while I am doing this. I want to suffer this discomfort for you as long as possible and I am desperate. 

I go back and continue reading but quickly loose my erection. I also finish my water for the hour. By 12:45 my bladder is beyond bursting. I can't concentrate on anything and I am pacing the floor. I think of you and hope when you read these words will take some pleasure in my discomfort. This is the only thought that gives me solace. At 12:50 I can take it no longer. I am beginning to feel a bit sick, so I go and pee. It seems to take forever to empty my bladder. I hope that I have held out long enough. I am worried since I truly want to please you.

1PM. I fill the bottle but do not start drinking again until about 1:20PM. I feel much better. Just before 2PM I finish the bottle again.

2PM. I refill the bottle and take a few sips. I can feel the need to urinate coming on. I am not sure I will last the hour. I have learned from the past hours that keeping hard helps, but that without constant stimulation I will not be able to maintain an erection. I decided that perhaps it's best not to do this, since I am not sure if it will anger you or not. I know not being hard will decrease my time between peeing but hopefully I will do well enough to at least not displease you. I am embarrassed to confess again, that I am still excited my doing this. The thought of you enjoying my discomfort makes me very excited. By 2:30 I am pacing the floor. I have half a bottle of water to go and my bladder is near bursting. At 2:40 I can take it no longer. I am starting to feel queasy again and my bladder is aching. I think of rubbing myself *blush* but know this is not going to help for long and I am not sure I should be doing this anyways. At 2:45 I go pee. As before it seems to take forever to empty my bladder; I am conflicted. Physically I feel better, but I also feel bad. I want to please you and hope that I my discomfort has been enough. I return and drink the rest of the water.

3PM. Again I refill the bottle. I wait till 3:15 and start drinking more water. By 3:30 I am desperate to go. I feel so bad Mistress...like I am failing you. At 3:35 I am beyond desperate. I go to the bathroom and rub myself again till I am hard. This helps but only for a few minutes. By 3:40 I am bursting...pacing...frantic. I break down a pee again. I hope I am not displeasing you and I am very anxious about this. I am also very excited. The thought of doing this and experiencing all this physical discomfort and emotional turmoil and embarrassment has me very aroused. The thought of this pleasing you is especially exciting. On the other hand I think I am failing. The time between peeing is clearly decreasing. I guess, in part, it's the water working its way though my system. I suspected at the outset that this would be the case. By the end of the day, I fear I will be peeing every 30 minutes or so. Please forgive me Mistress. 

4PM. I fill the bottle again and take a few sips. I feel my bladder filling already. It's going to be a very long hour. By 4:30 I am desperate again and I finish my water and go to pee. I have been pacing and my bladder is so full that I can almost start to feel myself dripping. I barely make it to the bathroom. 

5PM. I need to pee again. I have lost all control; my bladder aches and I feel waves of discomfort accompanied by an irresistible need to urinate. It's as if I will loose control and wet myself at any second. I rush the bathroom and pee again. I feel guilty and think of you Mistress and hope that I am not displeasing you. I fill my bottle again and get diner ready. I have not eaten all day and I now realize that I may have made an error. As I eat my diner, the need to pee completely subsides, even though I am drinking my water all the time.

6PM. I finish diner and drink more water. I think that the food must have absorbed some of the water, keeping it from my bladder. It has been over an hour and I still do not need to pee, even though I have been drinking all my water. Things go well until about a quarter to 7 when the sudden and urgent need to pee returns with a vengeance. I pace and struggle with the discomfort in my groin until about 7:05. At this point the waves of discomfort and near loss of control return and I am forced to pee again. It has been two hours since I have gone, somewhat of an improvement but I can see that any benefit from eating has passed. I know it will be a long evening.

7PM. I decide to wait until almost 8PM before drinking again. This seems to work. The food in my stomach must be still holding or absorbing some water, for I don't need to pee. At 7:55 I drink my full 16 oz. I think of you Mistress and hope I can make it to at least 9PM before I am forced to pee again. 

8PM. I refill my bottle immediately after finishing my 7PM water. I look at the bottle and realize that I will soon be using it to humiliate myself. This makes me excited and I am so embarrassed to tell you this, but I get an erection. This reminds me of how superior women truly are. They do not have to display their excitement is such an obvious and shameful way. I pray that when you read this, it will please you, or at the very least I will not have displeased you. I am trying very hard to go as long as possible between visits to the bathroom. I hope it is long enough. I am very worried, as I do want to please you so!

At about 8:30 I check my email and find a message from you. In it you have instructed me that the time between peeing must always be increasing. Oh that I had known this sooner! I am really worried now. I pray that you will be merciful with me! However I will continue with my assignment and hope for the best.

9PM. I have finished my 8PM water and refilled my bottle. It's been about 2 hours since I last peed but my need is becoming urgent. I take a sip of water knowing that by doing so I will soon be humiliating myself again. The thought excites me but I fear your wrath Mistress and pray that you will be merciful with me. 

I make it to 9:20 before I all but loose control. It's hard to accurately describe the sensation in my groin. My bladder is aching and my penis is burning. I am sweating down there and I am about to dribble. I run the bathroom and pee. It takes forever it seems to empty my bladder. I can't seem to control myself Mistress. I feel so ashamed and I am fearful of your displeasure. I beg for your mercy. I look at my water bottle it is about three quarter full. I shudder knowing that I have several more hours to go.

10PM. I finish my 9PM water just before 10. I wait to refill and drink my bottle, hoping to stretch myself as long as possible. I am beginning to think that this assignment would make a great punishment. By 10:45 my bladder is aching again, and I have not even taken any of my 10PM water. I think of you Mistress and again I hope my discomfort gives you some pleasure. I am still very excited by the thought of having to drink 16 oz of water in the next 15 minutes and then try and hold it. It makes me partially hard just contemplating it. If my bladder was not so full I know I would be very hard.

At 10:50 I fill my bottle. I am dancing before the faucet; my need to pee is so great. When the bottle is full I rush to the bathroom and rub my penis frantically trying to get it hard. I do so only with great effort and it keeps me from peeing for the moment. I rush back at 10:55 and start guzzling my water. I have only 5 minutes left. My hands are trembling as I drink it and my legs are shaking. It's all I can do to get it down by 11PM.

11PM. I am frantic. I pace up and down and the urgency to pee comes in ever more frequent and irresistible waves. I go to the bathroom and rub myself again. It's difficult to get an erection and when I do, it's not all that hard. Within half a minute of stopping I go limp and my bladder screams for release. I rush back to the bathroom and the second I pull out my penis, urine floods out and into the toilet. I get pee on my pants – I am so embarrassed. It's 11:05PM. I am planning on going to bed at midnight so I refill my bottle and start to drink again. This will be my last bottle. I think I will be able to hold it till midnight, but I know I'll be up several times tonight to pee.

I am still worried that I have displeased you Mistress. I have tried my best and I hope that at least some of my discomfort and what I have done will please you. In a strange way I am sad to see this assignment end. I may not have done well but I am so excited and I feel so close to you Mistress. It's a few minutes before midnight now. At 12:01 I will pee and be off to bed. Thank you again Mistress for this assignment and the chance to serve you.

sub marc

Postscript

I wake up in the middle of the night, my bladder is full and I need to pee urgently. For a minute I hesitate, but then, as sleep leaves me, and my mind clears, I realize that I have permission again, to pee. This simple act of being able to do this, have control over doing this, feels strange somehow, but it is also a relief from discomfort and suffering of the day past. I get up and pee, swaying over the toilet, still partially asleep, and a bit weak from my previous trials. After what seems like forever, I finish and return to bed. I am instantly erect, and my penis throbs with desire. I dare not touch myself. For this permission has not been granted. I realize that after all, I have no control; that the simple act of urination is a momentary gift from my Mistress, a gift that can be granted or rescinded at her desire. The thought of this makes me harder and I throb all the more. Sleep eludes me now and I am thinking of Her when the early morning light finally comes.