3 comments/ 25010 views/ 3 favorites Dispatched By: Andromeda7 London, England 2010 The women agent stepped into the very special hotel room and turned and closed the door. She made a minor adjustment and the the slide that provided the internal security for the door slipped back into the door frame and there was a click as the electro magnet engaged. The Order had engaged the sliding bolt/lock to prevent just such an occurrence from happening; an intruder in the room while she was vulnerable and naked in the shower. The Order soaped and used her fingers to clean her most private folds of skin that were covered by a thick thatch of hair and lying between her legs and was totally unaware that there was now a stranger in her room. The ear bud she wore monitored the audio pick ups secreted through out the suite and she could hear the Order showering so she moved into the lounge area and put her bag down in the corner of the room. There was one thing left to do before the Order returned. She looked around the lounge area and then moved into the bedroom. An open suitcase lay on the bed with fresh clothes laid out. She looked around and still couldn't see it. She picked up the Orders purse and flipped open the flap. There it was. She picked up the mobile phone and prised open the back and removed the SIM card which was dropped to the floor and crushed under her heel. The back of the phone was replaced and was put back in the bag. The shower stopped. There was a chair next to the bed so she made her self comfortable and waited. The first appearance of the Order came as she walked into the bedroom. She had her hands raised and was massaging dry her hair through the towel that was wrapped around her head and was wearing one of the hotel bath robes. She stopped and froze. Her eyes blazed . "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?" "Dispatch sent me." "Dispatch sent you? Get out." "Sorry, got to pack the Order for pick up." The woman looked at her with incomprehension. She moved to the phone and lifted it to her ear. She started dialling and then slammed it into the cradle and started dialling again. The phone was dead. She moved closer clutching the robe tight and snatched up her purse. She dropped the purse and started dialling the mobile but it wasn't working either. The seated women thought of her self as a Picker; she received a written order by courier and then headed for the hotel too package the Order for pick up. She got a lot of money, the work was easy and she paid no taxes. Pretty good she thought. The women had taken off and was screaming and banging at the hotel room door which strangely wouldn't open. The door had its electro magnetic locks engaged , was totally soundproof and very strong. Next would be the glass sliding door to the balcony and sure enough here she came and the screaming and banging started again. She moved off the bed and went into the lounge room. She positioned her self to give the women the choice of bedroom and bathroom. This was always a 50 / 50 chance. It didn't matter in the least which choice she made. To the Picker it was just another exercise in showing the woman her diminishing options. She chose the bed room. First of course it would be the bedroom door, but the electro magnets had been engaged and the door was secured in the open position. Next was the other sliding door to the balcony. More screaming and banging. The women turned. She still clutched the robe; they all did that. Her eyes were red and her lungs heaved as she breathed. She looked scared. In a few moments she would be terrified. The Picker moved to the door of the bedroom and bought out a strong plastic bag, which she held in two hands. The women's face notched up to terror. The Picker moved slowly towards the women but left a nice clear path to to the bed and the other corner of the room. Sure enough the women was across the bed but this time the Picker was right behind her and bought the bag down over her head. Both hands now pulled very tight now and the bag stretched over the Orders nose and mouth,sealing off the airways. The Picker held the women tight against her as the other women struggled and writhed to get the bag away from her face; she must breath, she was choking. She couldn't breath, she could feel the strength in her limbs slowly leaving her and a darkness was starting to engulf her mind. The Picker was an expert; not a moment to soon, not a moment to late she let the women take one breath, and in about ten seconds another. She wished to maintain the Orders mind on one thing only, the need to breath. She allowed another quick breath and then spoke softly into her ear. "You have two choices. Number one is that I am going to smoother you. Number two is that I tell you what I want done and you do it. Now think about it, thinking, thinking, time! Which one?" "One," she stammered, and the hated bag was loosened further and she managed to suck more precious air in to her lungs. The Picker gave her a broad smile,"what an excellent choice. I know you are going to be nice and easy to work with so I have have some presents for you. Now nice and slowly we are going over to the stool in front of the vanity mirror and your going to sit down." The Order was guided to the stool and seated. She clasped the robe tightly to her body. "Now I think we should adorn you with some nice bracelets for your wrists and ankles. You have been just so nice to me this morning and I thank you. Please feel free at any time to change your choice to option one. We women can never make up our mind." She moved slowly round the Order placing leather cuffs on the wrists and ankles, checking that they were fitted just right. "Well how nice you look; it's like they were made for you. Now what else do we have here. I know, this necklace and this beautiful garter belt." She moved around the Order placing a steel collar around the neck and a steel belt around the her waist. "Now this will never do at all. Your hair is such a mess." A little frilled curtain hung from the round seat and on its removal the seat bases holding rings could now be accessed. Getting chains from her bag she moved the Orders feet to the back of the stool and secured them to the seats locking rings . The arms and waist followed and a small pin jabbed into the Orders bottom achieved a self check to the holding capabilities of the Orders restraints. The Order could hardly move but her scream told the Picker that the lungs worked fine. "Now then lets get this mess sorted out." She moved across to her bag and got a brush and comb and started to free the mess of hair. It wasn't to hard as the Order had used a conditioner in the shower. The door bell rang . Her associate had arrived and it was time to play with the Orders mind and bend it, confuse it; have the Order question her grasp on reality. "Now I wonder who that could be? Were you expecting any one dear?" She moved to the bag and took out a remote and hit 7 on the key pad and then went to the door. She opened it and the Order started screaming, asking for help, pleading. "Pierre it is so lovely to to see you, come right in," said the Picker to the Waiter. "Madam the pleasure is all mine. I hope I am on time and not late," said Pierre in a beautiful french accent. "Silly man, you are never late." She turned and made her way back to the lounge area and Pierre followed with his cart. He returned to close the door and went to his cart to await madams attention. "What have you chosen to day?" "The grouse; it is the first bird of the season and the Chef suggests this wine to accompany your meal Madam." "You are all so kind to me." The Waiter then proceeded to lay the dinning table for the Pickers lunch; there was even a lovely bowl of Kenyan roses. He seated her and presented a bowl of oysters and another wine for her inspection. The Order continued to scream and yell and wondered at the complete disregard shown her by the Waiter. "Marvellous." He poured the wine, made sure madam was comfortable and moved to stand in front of the Order. The Picker savoured her first oyster and took a sip of her wine. Chef had excelled him self. "You may of course my dear man; I know how hard it is for the aspiring hair dresser to find a willing subject. There is another matter. I was not happy at all with your last efforts with the breasts." The Waiters face was crestfallen, the Orders was teary and confused; what was happening? "Pierre your distress causes me distress. You are here to learn, but you must move to the next level with technique. The breasts must be caressed and kneaded, the nipples not simply licked but titillated and aroused. The blood must be got moving for the injections. Now Pierre, I am here to help, spin her around and I shall direct you if needed." There was one more thing. She arose and moved across to the Order and grabbed the chin. "Shut the fuck up. Don't move. Pierre has taken the time from his day to do your hair. I would be most unhappy to see him disappointed. Understand?" "Ye... y......yes." "Pierre she is yours." She ruffled the women's hair. "Just a little off the top please." Pierre seated her and she resumed her lunch. Pierre picked up the comb and brush and started work. The Order thought she had lost her mind. This was good and part of the plan. A few minutes ago she was finishing a most relaxing shower and now her robe had been parted for some sort of steel belt that had been fitted to her waist, her breasts were totally exposed and her ankles and wrists were chained to a stool. She couldn't move; but luckily she thought the robe was still secured round her waist, concealing her most private parts. Pierre soon had the hair combed and lying over the back. He went and retrieved the dryer from the bathroom, plugged it in and started to dry, then paused to serve the grouse and the next wine to the Picker. With the hair dried he started to plait it securing a hair band every inch as he worked. The plaited hair was lifted and tucked into the collar to take the weight off the scalp. He then proceeded to cut the hair away from the scalp. He was careful to cut for maximum length. The hair started to fall away from the scalp and soon it was all removed. Tears and quite sobs came from the Order. Pierre moved to the bag and retrieved the cut throat razor, the cream and started to lather the scalp. The Orders mind continued to melt down. "Madam, should I summon Edward now?" "You think of everything Pierre, yes please. Strawberries I think." Pierre moved to the phone and made a short call then returned to the foaming scalp and applied the curved blade of the razor. The Order was in just a few minutes shaved bald. Cleaning the razor he retrieved the keys and unlocked the wrists . He manoeuvred the stool to the side of the bed and retrieved a ball gag from the bag. This was soon fitted. The Order seemed somewhat cationic and there was no resistance as he laid her back onto the bed and moved her arms over her shoulders. Her body automatically slide forward on the seat to relive her legs which were pulled open by the clever chaining method. She was well displayed when her robe was fully opened. The door bell rang. Pierre greeted Edward and moved back to his work and started to to lather the arm pits and pubes. There was only the slightest stubble under the arms but the pubic mound was full and thick. Edward had bought his cart to the table and having greeted the Picker, served her strawberries. He waited a moment to make sure that all was right then went into the bath room. Next to the vanity was a flat tiled wall that had been tastefully decorated with spaced four by four wooden tiles. He started to remove them revealing metal rings. He stacked the tiles in the entrance way. His duties done, he received a nod from the Picker and left. Pierre had been hard at work and it was now a bald Order with very well massaged breasts. Even the eye brows had been removed. Pierre was still hard at work as his tongue and hands did more work on the breasts. They were soon red and with the distended nipples trying to escape the breasts he started to unchain the Order. The Picker had finished an excellent meal and wiping her lips moved to help Pierre with the Order. She grabbed a hood from the bag, removed the gag, and started fitting it to the Orders head. The hood simply had openings for everything she thought; but left them all unzipped. "Look at me , look at me." After the Order's breast job; only the dead would have failed to be bought back to life. Her eyes showed awareness and she spoke for the first time in a long time. Screaming didn't count. "Why?" "You know why." "No, please tell me," sobbed the Order. "There are some more preparations to be made for the Carrier. You do realise that you are not going any where don't you?" The Order gave a reluctant nod. "No, understand. You have no more control what so ever over your self, your body and if some one decides; your mind. Understand. Do what you are told and I'll answer questions when we are finished," said the Picker. The women gave a nod and tears started again. "Don't even think about getting hysterical again, it will not be tolerated. Now easy or hard you are off to the bathroom. Do you want to be chained and dragged or walk. Easy or hard?" "Easy," whispered the chained women. "Rest for a moment and then come into the bathroom. Don't even think of any thing but that. Okay?" The Order nodded. Pierre and the Picker moved to the bathroom taking what was needed from that bottomless bag. The set up ready for the next stage and Pierre ran the bath. The Order grasped as she entered the room and saw her self in the mirror for the first time. She was wearing a hood, four cuffs, a collar, a belt around her waist and her nipples were still excited and stretched tight from the breast massage that Pierre had so ably administered. Her pubic mound and labia were shaved smooth, that is of course not to forget to mention the missing eyebrows. Silent tears ran off her face and splashed off her large breasts. She was directed to the wall of rings and told to stand against it. The door bell rang and Pierre open it to let in the Double who moved off to the bedroom. The Picker and Waiter coated the Order with Nair a hair removal cream. They both then started to secure the Order to the wall. Pierre knelt and withdrew a padded box with one open side open . He secured this above the shoulders to tightly contain the head, the open side allowing access to the face. He then secured it very tightly to the wall. The eyelet from the top of the hood was then roped above the head and the openings on the hood were closed except the one for the eyes. A gag had been inserted before the mouth was zipped. He then used a wide piece of leather on the neck upper and lower arms. The wrists were roped and then these ropes were tightened pulling the arms straight out from the body hard against the wall. The Picker had picked up the breasts to get a strap under them and then done the waist , upper and lower legs before finishing by tightening the ankle restraints. She then turned and got an antiseptic swab and swabbed the aureole on the left breast for her trusty pin again. She then jabbed the pin into the aureole. The Order didn't move. She couldn't. The head still had some free play but that was what the three sided box was for; to protect the face and head from damage that uncontrolled thrashing could cause. She re-swabbed the aureoles and prepared three syringes taking a moment to check the eyes. Terror was back in the eyes and face of the women hanging of the wall . She started massaging the left breast and then carefully she started to slid the needle in for about an inch. Slowly the plunger was pushed to its limit. She withdrew the needle and re-swabbed the breast. Another massage was in order and then she carefully started to slid the needle in for about an inch. Slowly the plunger was pushed to its limit. Yes, the eyes were still in terror mode. Pierre had valiantly assisted her again and the right breast was well massaged. Very well massaged. She swabbed the breast and then she carefully started to slid the needle in for about an inch. Slowly the plunger was pushed to its limit. She used the nipples to give each breast a good shake. They now proceeded to take the Order off the wall and all the chains were removed and the hood taken off. The toilet seat was raised and she was helped to sit. "There now that wasn't so bad was it," she gave each breast a gentle rub," all better now, eh. I know; how about a nice glass of water . Yes that's it; Pierre; ready and waiting again I see. You are to kind." The Picker now proceeded to fill the Order's belly with ice cold water. It took a few glasses. Well quite a few actually. "Now I see you are starting to cramp and we can't have that. Kneel down on the floor, yes that's a good girl, now spread some leg please. I think you are felling a bit cold so I shall warm you up. Now you might feel the slightest discomfort but that can't be helped. You feel much better in a minute or five." She moved to the Orders rear end and started to lube the pert little rose bud. She was handed the enema nozzle and started to work it in. Pierre opened the tap and the Orders bowels started to swell with a warm liquid cleansing liquid. "No dear don't cry, the cramps will be gone soon, where nearly there. I am so proud of you. Look let me help you." She started to massage the distended belly. Moving very quickly now, she removed the nozzle and she and Pierre started the girl into the shower. Pierre had already put the chains back on the ankles and removed the covers along the side of the shower recess revealing the waiting rings. Her legs were spread and locked and she collapsed to the floor of the shower moaning and clutching her distended belly. Pierre quickly shut and locked the shower. The Picker was sterilising her tools and packing them away. She scrubbed her self and turned to Pierre. "My dear man. I have have put you to so much trouble. May I trouble you again," said the Picker. "Madam is never the slightest trouble. It is my pleasure." Pleasure it was too, to disrobe the Picker for her waiting bath. The bath faced the glassed shower cubicle. Pierre handed her another wine an she settled back to watch the show. It was not long in coming. The Order literally exploded and shit and piss went every where. The Picker thought professionally. A job well done! Pierre had thoughtfully started the extraction fan before the big moment. The Picker looked upon the Order. Pierre looked upon the Picker and the Order. The Order looked upon her hands that she was just about to wipe her face with. The Order needed a new plan. The hands were covered with shit. Seeing the problem , Pierre thoughtfully activated the spray jets. The Order thought she was in a washing machine. When Pierre activated the dryers she thought she was in a wind tunnel. He opened the door. No odder ,a clean and dry Order; the wonders of modern technology. He started to get the Order out of the shower and onto the floor. The Order was allowed a ten minute rest as the Picker finished her bath. The Picker had spread towels on the floor and and the Order had been laid out, she moved between the legs and spread them. She held out a hand and Pierre handed her an antiseptic and pad. She searched around and found the urethral opening and started to swab it. The urethral meatus and labia were next with the swab. She was given a dollop of jelly which she applied to the meatus and then she gently applied pressure and started to insert the catheter. Urine started to flow (where did that come from) and she moved the catheter a few more inches into the bladder. She was handed the syringe and started to fill the catheter balloon with sterile water. She gently pulled the catheter back until it rested snugly against the neck of the bladder. The catheter tube was about a eighteen inches long and had a tap on it which was closed. The Order wasn't saying much. The Picker leaned forward and grabbed and lifted the Orders knees onto her shoulders,thus exposing the little rose bud. A little bit of jelly and the large butt plug slipped straight in. The Picker checked that it was well fitted. The Picker cleaned and sterilised, then scrubbed and re entered her bath. Pierre came around and took her place, peeled open the labia's and started work with a vibrator on the clitoris. She would supply her own lubrication for the electronic sensor that would soon be in her vagina. It went in smoothly. Pierre got the Order standing. It was a bit hard to get the Order standing again as the mind game had nearly shut down the Orders mind which was overloaded by clitoral stimulation,an enema, a shave and the forced insertion of a catheter. Dispatched He turned her around and fitted an open halter to her chest that left the breasts totally exposed but fully supported. It nicely fitted the chest and allowed full freedom for access to the breasts. Next he knelt and fitted a thick diaper securing it well around the waist and tightly between the legs. Her took her to the basin where he gave her mouth wash and she obediently swirled and spat. He led the Order into the lounge. The Double had been busy and had assembled a frame. They laid the Order on the floor and drew her legs up to the corners of the frame and fastened them in place. The frame spread them nicely. She was well displayed. He returned to the bath room and dried and combed the hair of the Picker. She didn't bother dressing and went and lay on the couch. Her legs were spread with one still on the floor. "Coffee and cake all round please Pierre." "At once madam." "Oh my, you look so fresh after your shower and Pierre has done wonders with your hair. Your bra and panties; you must give the name of your shop." Tears flowed. The vibrator had reanimated her and she was alert. How predictable same old question. "Why? " "Why. You must be joking. You know what you wrote last weekend. Are you ; stupid? " "People know I am here." "Of course but you are just leaving. Look!" The Double stood and turned too display her self. "Your Double! You are just about to check out. Your car is probably waiting now. You are off to spend some of your employers money. The hotel and street camera's will see you leaving. Good bye!" The Double was dressed in the Orders clothes, carried the Orders hand bag and look good enough for the security camera's. She nodded and left. Tears flowed. Pierre was fitting an electronic box to the belt. He started to wire the Order up. "Do you know the discomfort you caused "OilGasMin" Corporation for about five minutes? The Chairman was ten minutes late for his golf. He got the Cabinet Secretary out of bed at nine in the morning; the poor mans day was ruined." The Order kept having to keep raising her head. Her breasts were blocking sight of the Picker. The open halter had contained her breasts and stopped them flattening across her chest as usually happened when she was on her back. She all ways liked to see who she was talking too. The Picker noticed. "How remiss of me. Pierre some pillows please." Pierre grabbed pillows and helped the Order to raise her back. He placed them behind her back and moved a chair to support the pillows and her head. The girl used her arms to adjust her self . The Picker noticed with interest as she was monitoring the progress of the drugs she had injected. The breasts would start to become painful soon. There was a knock on the door, that would be Edward. Pierre meet him and took the cart with coffee and cake. He served. The Picker had moved down to sit beside the Order. Pierre went back to his wiring. The end of catheter tube had been secured to the belt and a cable had been plugged to bring the pressure switch in the tap on line. Next the cables from the butt plug were hooked up. That left the vagina. It was hooked up and the electronic box lite up with green lights. The Order noticed. "What are they for." "Your butt plug is giving bowel pressure, the one in the catheter is giving bladder pressure. Now the one in your snatch is a brand new model. Don't ask me how but it is monitoring breathing and blood pressure and internal body temperature. The one in your halter is doing external body temperature and monitoring the heart. You are quite the high tech package my dear. Well be able to bring your legs down soon ,they are only up while we check for leaks. I see your breasts are starting to hurt. Pierre would be you so kind?" Pierre bought his coffee and sat on the other side of the Order. He oiled the breasts and nipples and started a slow massage. He didn't mind at all. "I don't know why the new drugs had to be injected in your aureoles, but I do know that you are hungry and thirsty. Nil by mouth I'm sorry. I tell you what though, I was never one for rules, how about I dip my finger in the coffee and you can have a lick. Maybe a little cake to." "Oh yes please." The drugs were definitely starting to kick in, she dipped her finger and the Orders hands came up eagerly and bought her finger to her mouth. She sucked softly on the finger. Pierre continued to make a heroic effort with the massage. The aroused nipples were standing well away from the breasts. The Order stopped sucking for a moment and asked another question. The Picker took a tiny bit of icing onto her finger and the Orders hands reached for the finger again. "The women, what about the women," said the Order? "The women. Yes what about the women. Well first they don't matter, second they live on another continent and they don't vote in this country. They were moved and they came back. It was just such terrible luck that pipe blew out as they were walking past. Such a terrible accident, why every one said so even the chairmen." ". . . an . . . and the w . . . water." "Silly. The ground water is something only primitives drink . You know as well as I that "OilGasMin" is putting in a brand new soft drink plant. It will drop the sickness rate quite a lot and make a tidy profit as well. The chairman said so. That piece you wrote will be forgotten in a week; you'll be forgotten in a week. This country is broke , the last government left the till empty. My grandchildren will be still paying of debt."OilGasMin" bank rolled the party into government. The government owes "OilGasMin". Why do you think this room was made available to you. You were going to meet a so called mole that provided this room for you when really it is us that is your mole and all you had to do was enter this room and solve a problem for "OilGasMin " and the government. My service controls this very special room in this very special hotel. It makes trouble disappear. Nothing stands in way of profit. Including you." The Picker cheeked her Order and ran her hand between the legs. No leaks. "Silly girl, the days of expose' are over. News is now corporate owned, controlled and managed. It is a new world order and if the politician doesn't follow the line; a little article and his career is over. The crusading environmentalist; a quick sting and a short item on the nightly news, suddenly one finds ones self totally discredited. Then there is you. My service, MI 5, controls and operates this hotel and it it here for one reason and one reason only. To spy on, compromise, or just kidnap a problem and eliminate it one way or the other," said the Picker quite unemotionally. "It's time to get you up now. It's nearly time to go." Pierre lowered the splayed legs and took the ropes off. "Come on, up you get." Pierre helped the bald girl struggle to her feet and the Picker moved her naked body back to the couch. "Come sit next to me." The Order was helped to wobble over and flopped next to the Picker. The Picker moved and twisted side ways till the the girl was supported between her breasts. She opened her legs and the heroic Pierre started some more hairdressing with a tiny pair of scissors. The Picker started to massage the breasts and nipples again and after about ten minutes spoke to the Order again. "Is that nice? Are you comfortable?" "Hmm ." "Do you know any nursery rhymes. Come on wake up and tell me a nursery rhyme." "Mary Mary . . . sheep grows ... and .. and... I can't .....remember." The Picker waited ten minutes and had a nice trim from Pierre. The Picker wiggled out nodded to the phone and went to dress. Pierre made the call. The Carrier was on the way. The Picker returned and found that the Carrier had arrived. He had a large walled travel box and the three sides were open and the top was off. She walked across and checked the Order. Her limbs were fairly limp. Her eyes were closed. There would be no more nursery rhymes from the Order. "Come on, time to rise and shine ." They got the nearly limp body up and moved the Order across to the travel box where there was a tiny seat which she was moved onto. The steel belt was secured at the back and sides and Pierre heroically pushed the breasts and chest against the back wall of the carrier where the halter was secured. Small rests for the thighs and arms had straps ready and these were now secured as well as more straps for the feet and hands. The hood had rings and these were now fitted with chains for the total immobilisation of the head and neck. The Picker went over each device that secured the Order, making sure each was doing what it was supposed to. The final check was a set of green lights on the belt monitor. The job was done, the Carrier put the travel box together, others would clean up the room and with a wink at Pierre they followed the Carrier to the elevator. Order dispatched. # # # # # # They meet Edward in the lobby and the Picker moved across and gave him a big hug and a kiss. "Oh, Daddy thank you so much, the Director and I are just so grateful that you could come out of retirement at such short notice to help your old service this morning. You are joining Mark and I for dinner tonight?" "Looking forward to it my dear but I must be off now; until this evening." The Picker turned to Pierre, "Mark , even if I do say so myself, that went rather well don't you think?" The Waiters french accent fell away, "Alice it did, but what was with the play acting with lunch, the waiter and every thing; I don't under stand." Alice turned to her husband and said, "There is a new player that the director is using now called the Sun Institute and it plays with the human mind and they wished the kidnapping to happen in that surreal environment of a lunch and waiter. The room camera's will have recorded everything and it will be analysed. I don't know any more then that my dear husband. Lets pick up our daughter and get home as I have a dinner to cook." The Union Jack flapped in a light breeze as it hung over the entrance to the hotel. Alice and Mark didn't have to wait long for there taxi. # # # # # # THE END Dispatcher I work as a Night Dispatcher for a small Trucking Company, Not a bad job, The office is all mine for the nights, and it’s usually pretty boring. I brought a small TV/VCR combo to keep up on News or watch a Tape, even porn now and then. Around 2 AM last Sunday Morning, one of our female drivers pulled in pitching a fit about her truck. “It’s a piece of Shit, the clutch is gone, half the lights don’t work, I got a Fucking Ticket on the way back here!” She was ranting, “If YOU don’t get me another Fucking Truck, I Fucking Quit!” Hmmm, I thought, So much for lady like behavior, Jeez, even the men around here don’t talk that rough most the time. I had to smile at her, she was so mad, her chest was heaving as she spit out those words, ranting and raving. “Do you kiss your Children with that mouth?” That seemed to calm her down a bit as a smile crept to her face. “I’m sorry Dale, I know it’s not your fault, you can only give the truck they tell you too. But that ticket is going to cost me the money I was taking my kids to the Water Park this weekend with. They are going to be so disappointed when I tell them!” she frowned. “I’m sure sorry Lacey I’ll talk to Mr. Mackey and see if he will help with the ticket since it’s not really your fault.” I shrugged. “Would you? That would be so nice!” Her eyes light up as she answered back. Her chest had stopped heaving to my great disappointment, She does have a nice set of hangers on her and the 2 top buttons she had open didn’t hurt either. It was really quite nice seeing the insides of her milky white breasts. Lacey, isn’t what I would consider your average female trucker, around 5 feet 8 inches tall, probably a 38-24-36, thick long blonde hair, and most defiantly the finest ass I’ve ever seen on a trucker. She is quite sexy and in her fury she really got me hot, her eyes dancing with daggers as she shot out her fury. Damn, her full red lips and pearly whites could melt an iceberg when she smiled. I asked her how many kids she has and what her husband thought about her working nights and as a trucker, just making small talk while I tried to find another truck on the computer. “Two little girls, one is 6 and the other is 4. Good money, free days to spend with my girls, That’s why I drive a truck. And they love staying with my mom and dad at nights, so it works out great! You mind if I watch some TV while you look?” I flipped her the remote, still looking for a truck. She turned the TV on, and hit the VCR button by mistake. As soon as heard it I nearly shit, Son of a BITCH!!!! I had left the Porn tape in it!!! I looked up and saw her blushing as she tried to find the off button, her face was as red as the tail light on her truck, uh, the one that worked. It would be a fucking S&M tape too. Damn, I thought, it’s bad enough being a pervert, without getting caught being one. “What is that?” she asked, “I’ve never seen that stuff before!” I reached for the remote. She held it away from me her eyes glued to the TV screen, as the man on the tape was spanking the girl on it. “WOW, her ass is really red, do you think that stuff is real?” she questioned, keeping her eyes on it. All I could say was “It looks real to me!” Thinking FUCK, I’m in deep shit now, I can lose my job over this, Well, just Fuck Me! I looked at Lacey and saw her lick her lips as she kept watching it, and squirm on the chair a bit. “Damn, I’m sorry Lacey, I forgot that was in there, I was bored, and surely wasn’t expecting you here tonight!” Her smile was contagious as she said, “This is sure enough different, and I never thought they had these tapes for real!” I squirmed a bit and said “Yeah, my brother loaned it to me!” Hell, I had to TRY to pass the guilt off, I liked Lacey and really didn’t want her to think I was a sicko or some shit, even if I am. “Look at her squirm when he hits her with that whip, she acts like she likes it!” Lacey told me softly, her voice quivering a little as she did. “Some people do like that, Not everyone could take that kind of abuse and walk afterwards, but your right, she does seem to like it. It’s actually kind of sexy seeing her ass turn red as he spanks her! She must be a bad girl.” I laughed, then, with an evil gleam in my eyes asked her, “Are you a Bad girl Lacey?” She looked at me and said with a smile, “Sometimes! I didn’t have two girls being good!” We both had a good laugh at that. I was feeling a little better, thinking that maybe I wouldn’t lose my job after all. I looked at her breasts again, noticing her breath was coming a little harder as she never took her eyes off the TV. I went back to looking for a truck for her and when I looked back a few minutes later I saw her hand was on her lap, rubbing the Crotch of her tight jeans unconsciously. I got an immediate erection. This is just fucking great! Now I can’t get over to the printer to get the form for her other truck without he seeing it. Shit! I stayed seated and watch the tape with her since I was stuck, I couldn’t decide which was the better show, the tape or her. Her, defiantly Her! I couldn’t help but stare at her hand as she began to rub herself a little harder. Then she noticed what she was doing, she glanced at me to see if I had seen it, Her face turning beet red when she saw where my eyes were. Her hand jumped away like a 220-volt electrical outlet had shocked her. I smiled at her, knowing her embarrassment was worse than mine at getting caught with the tape to begin with. She gulped as she tried to explain she wasn’t doing what I thought she was! “Oh No, it must just be feminine itching!” I said with a knowing look! I had her now, “Soooooo, you ARE a bad girl aren’t you! Don’t try to tell me you don’t like that! Hell, we are only human. Uh, you want me to turn the tape off?” Knowing she had been caught and I wasn’t stupid, she just grinned and told me “NO!” in a husky voice “I want to see the rest of it!” “Wait a minute.” And I moved the TV to another desk so we could sit more comfortable on the office couch to watch. I went and bought us a Coke and sat down next to her and turned it back on. We talked about the things that were happening on the tape, I asked if she had ever done that stuff. “NO WAY!” she said. “Ever want too?” I smiled. Her eyes had a gleam in them as she answered, “Not until Now!” And she turned and kissed me, Shit I was just joking with her, a little harmless flirting, I thought! Kind of like the man who fucked his wife and she ended up pregnant, he said, “Hell, I was only poking fun, and she took it serious!” I could only kiss her back, running my hand inside her shirt feeling those beautiful Tits, Not at all bad for having 2 kids, extremely firm with hard nipples. I went for her neck, smelling her sweet perfume it was intoxicating as I nibbled on her ear. It didn’t take a lot to get her ready since she was already there. Her hand on my dick, rubbing it firmly, telling me it had been so long since she had been with a man. I thought she was married and asked her. “I never said I was married, I just said I had 2 girls!” She grinned. We hurriedly undressed our lust in high gear. She has the most beautiful body I thought as I saw her nude, Her tits, firm and slightly hanging, and her hips just made for having babies or holding onto which ever came first! And her pussy, Son of a Bitch, she had her blonde hair trimmed short and neat, exposing her pouting pussy lips the head of her clit trying to take a peek at the world. I had to have it. I dropped my head and kissed her pussy, the aroma of it making me drunk with lust. I bit her puffy pussy lightly as she trembled, then sucked that pretty clit into my mouth using my lips to pull it out of its hiding place. She ran her hands though my hair as she fell back she breath coming in gasps, her back arched and her hips thrashing. This girl was HOT! She suddenly wrapped her long legs around my head, forcing my face deeper as she cried out in her sudden orgasm. Damn she tastes so good, I don’t ever want to stop eating her, I thought to myself, my hard cock pulsing as the blood pumped in it, I had to have her on me. I kissed my way up her sexy belly, so flat and firm, for the 2 kids that had lived in it. She was so passionate as she pulled me to her as I entered her I stopped and held still for a moment just to enjoy the feeling of her, So soft and warm and she smelled so good, I could lay here inside her forever. How some man hadn’t married her by now I would never know. She wiggled her hips as if to wake me up from my dream world and smiling at me saying “Penny for your thoughts!” Back to reality I answered “You don’t want to know!” as I slid in her slick slit. “Sure I do!” I thought about it a second as she wrapped her legs around my waist her knees in the middle of my back her feet in the crack of my ass. “Uh, did it really turn you on watching that S & M tape?” Her eyes turned up to mine “Yes, I’ve never seen anything like that, it did look interesting, if it wasn’t too bad and I could stop it if I wanted.” Hell Yeah, I thought this was turning out to be a good night for me, instead of watching porn then heading to the restroom to jack off later, here I was fucking this gorgeous woman, and her practically asking me to spank her sweet ass! “What did you like the best?” She looked down away from me, “The things he said to her, how he talked to her, I liked that!” “We can try it if you want to Lacey!” I said with hope in my voice. I had never done it either but it did excite me thinking about it! “OK, if you promise to stop if I ask!” she meekly said. I pulled out of her, already missing the feeling as soon as I did. I told her to get on my lap laying across me with my hard on between her legs squeezing it between them, her wet slit caressing me shaft as she humped it against her clit. “Now Lacey, this is going to hurt me worse than it hurts you, but with your bad behavior today I feel there is nothing else I can do but spank you!” and I slapped her as with a resounding “SMACK” The sound filled the office. Her pretty ass jumped as she felt the first blow land. Uhhhh, “SMACK” Her legs squeezed tighter. “SMACK” Ohhhhh, her hips bucked as I continued smacking her pink ass cheeks, feeling her getting wetter with each “SMACK” I could see her legs shake as she came humping my pussy juice covered dick. “I’m sorry, I won’t be bad anymore, I promise!” She cried out. “SMACK” “Really, I’ll be a good girl now!” “SMACK” She came again, I grabbed my cold coke can and set it on her pink ass, Aahhhhhh, Her legs loosened their grip on me, I rubbed her beautiful pink ass, admiring my “Handy” work seeing my finger prints on it. She turned around asking if I was done. “For now, I want you to suck it now!” As she got up then down to her knees and swallowed my throbbing member. “Mmmmmm” she murmured between her slurps almost in a hum, taking my shaft and jacking it against her mouth movements. “Oh Shit, Lacey, Your mouth is so good, Oh Yes suck my cock, Ahhhhhhh! Now Lacey Suck it hard, NOW!!!!” I couldn’t help myself as I began to spurt my load in her mouth holding her head down as my own orgasm crested, her sucking it deep, moaning as she did. I shot my last bit in her mouth then pulled her up to me kissing her sweep lips tasting my sperm in her mouth sucking her tongue deeper in mine. As we both regained our composure. She then crawled up and sat in my lap facing me with her hips open sliding her wet cunt on my sticky dick, kissing my face all over as she told me how hot that got her. I had to agree it was one of the sexiest sights I had ever seen or done also. My cock never got soft, which surprised me since I had just had such a hard orgasm. And she lifted her hips and stuck it inside her tight pussy, rubbing her mound against mine making contact on her clit. I let her do the honors as she began to move her sweet ass harder on me. Squeezing her inner muscles as she pulled upwards. “GOOD LORD!” I moaned, “I’ve never felt that before Lacey, Don’t stop doing whatever it is you doing!” and she didn’t. We continued, lost to the rest of the world as her warmth surrounded me totally. I put her nipple in my mouth nibbling her softly as she rocked on me slowly, pulling her hips up towards my belly as she made love to me. I reached around behind her and slapped her ass. “Fuck Me you nasty bitch!” She gasped and squeezed her pussy tightly. “SMACK” I did it again her movements becoming faster and more aggressive as I slapped her ass again. She was really enjoying this, and so was I. I slapped each ass cheek evenly one slap on each cheek. “I told you to FUCK ME You NASTY BITCH!” one for one, her breathing becoming faster and heavier as I did. She was dripping her wetness on me soaking the couch beneath us. I didn’t care, it wasn’t my couch and I wouldn’t have even if it were, she felt so fantastic. I slapped both of her cheeks at the same time, and she cried out “Oh Yes, Now Dale NOW!” And pumped her ass, my orgasm building in my balls as I cried out “That’s right Lacey, you know you’ve been bad That’s why I have to punish you!” “SMACK” Her eyes clenched shut her mouth twisted as she came violently, raising her hips, to where her pussy was at the end of my throbbing cocks head then slamming it down as I pushed against her as my own orgasm started! Filling her with my spunk, her inner muscles again clutching my shaft, as she completed her Orgasm. We were both trembling from exhaustion as we lay there, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Me, I just drank in her beauty, as I held her tight. She looked at me telling me. “My, that was certainly different, Damn my ass is tender now, How can I drive a Truck now?” with a smile in her eyes. We dressed since it was nearing 4 AM now and I really didn’t want either of us to get caught with our pants down so to speak! I gave her the form for the other truck a few minutes later, and she started to leave. “Hey, Lacey, I was wondering! If I could take you and the girls to the Water Park this weekend?” She got a look on her face that I couldn’t read, as if she was thinking about it. Then said, “I think that would be really sweet of you Dale! Thank You!” She opened the door and I had to say, “Wear a Pink Suit, to match your ass!” As she went outside laughing! Authors Note: This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader, and my own enjoyment only! I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) Thanks, mustanger7up Dispatches from the Front Line AUTHOR'S NOTE: So all right. A stupid title: I'm not a working girl. "Confessions of A Swinger" would've been catchier. But though what follows is lightly fictionalised fact, it really isn't a confession at all. That's because, generally speaking, you only "confess" guilt. And I'm not guilty of anything. None of the true-life counterparts of the people who feature here have any guilt to confess to, either. Oh; a final point. Everything that follows has been written with my husband's input. I'm pretty bright. But not so bright I can totally figure out the male psyche. To start as near as dammit to the present day, then. . . PAULA and FELIX The invitation read: You are cordially invited to a wild weekend at 2051 Ocean Palisades Drive. Could've meant anything. Wild West. Cowboys & Indians. Readings from Oscar, except Paula did at least know how to spell. I rang her. 'Hey. Invitation without explanation. How wild is wild going to be?' 'Well it's not a prayer meeting, darling.' Paula laughed that special Paula laugh, you only have to hear it once to be put in mind of sandpaper and velvet. She must work at it the same way opera singers do, only in her case the aim is to get deeper and huskier. 'Much as we love you,' I said, 'it's a two hour flight and all the hassle of packing.' 'Good God, you hardly need to pack. It's all very informal.' 'How informal?' 'Oh, you know.' Paula considered. 'You are as you come.' I cradled the phone. Pushed the invite aside and re-read the accompanying letter. Dee-dah-dee-dah, how you, we fine, weather's great, sorry about yours, house party weekend, you'll both love it. Five couples including you and us, everyone's staying over, I don't think you know Raymond and Claire but you remember Richard and Helen? Well guess who they're bringing with them. . . Stuart was late home that night. I didn't get around to the invite until after supper. He shook his head at Paula's distinctive rendering of the dress code shorthand, then: 'So who does she mean? Guess who else is coming to dinner?' I couldn't suppress an idiotic grin. 'Laura,' I said. 'Laura and David.' 'Omigod,' Stuart said. 'Omigod.' His grin was broader than mine. 'Then we'll definitely have to go, won't we?' Sexual networking's no different to social networking. Adults with similar interests and backgrounds can, if they're lucky, find kindred spirits as in any other sphere of life. It's just that it takes more time. A lot more time, if you're going slowly. Treading carefully. So. Paula and Felix . We'd known them for three years, our first encounter at a naturist beach resort in Mexico. Sun, sand, sea and sex. The cliché's over-worked. But it's not entirely valueless. We met them and got on with them, and got on very well, though in case you're wondering: no. We didn't swap on the beach. And no, we didn't swap in the bedroom, either. We finally came together as friends when we all came together, it's the way these things sometimes go. In our case, it was after dinner one evening, when we all adjourned to our suite for a hooch-and-smooch, where you work through the in-room bar and dance to the slow rhythm of whatever's on the hifi. Eventually, music and mood led to the moment when two couples got rid of their clothes and then did in each other's company what couples do best. KATE and STUART Yup. That's us. We married at 26 and in the thirteen years since have had no cause for regret. We had ten years of life as Mr & Mrs Vanilla. There's nothing wrong with being Mr and Mrs Vanilla. It's great. When we decided to push at our horizons, it wasn't because we'd suddenly become contemptuous of vanilla living. We just wondered if some additional flavours were out there somewhere and might be worth adding from time to time. Like all who get into it, our pre-scene friends were non-swingers. They still are. And they're still our friends. But the new ones we thought we might make from club visits or weekend events didn't quickly materialise, not through lack of opportunity but because where we're concerned, there's more to people than how they reproduce themselves. For us, physical charm or physical availability isn't enough. There needs to be a functioning brain. An intellect. And a sense of humor. There needs to be conversation that's articulate. Wit that's sharp. An awareness that cosmopolitan is more than just a magazine. I'm not by nature a slut, a cow, a bitch, or a fuck-pig and anyone making such assumption, man or woman, is in for a re-education. Rather, I am what I am, and happy to be so. That I'm also happy to occasionally – occasionally -- be a certain other person, one whose wilful abandon can and does confound her every day self, is also true. But the transition from the one to the other is always at my choosing. Not anyone else's. Anyway. Let's back up a bit. HOW IT ALL BEGAN The first swing club we ever visited was dark, half-empty, and intimidating. We were strangers, after all, to both it and the scene. Our fault, then, for being shy to the point of utter clumsiness. When we left, we were both hot under the collar. But nowhere else. The next club was no better. Actually, it was worse, a sort of boudoir on steroids where in every room the color scheme wasn't so much intense as virulent. We didn't find a single couple (or couple of singles) we could relate to, the men pathetically self-absorbed, the women seemingly notable for a flabbiness of mind as doughy as flabbiness of flesh. I know. I know. That's not the usual report people get from the front-line of recreational sex. They're led to believe everyone is fit, bright, glamorous and urbane. But then: that's what people want to believe. Fantasies don't stand up too well under the hammer-blows of fact. Only at the third club, and what would otherwise have been our final excursion into the scene, did we finally get into it. Obviously, I still think about it now. . . What happened was, we did the rounds of the juice bar and lounge and went through the now familiar sequence of achingly-polite introductions and embarrassingly urgent evasions. We saw the swings and the beds and the bathrooms and the hot tub and were almost ready to leave when we decided to push through into a play room where, though we didn't know it, a dozen or so people had grouped to watch a woman about to be triple teamed. She had an attractive body – I couldn't immediately see her face – and was naked and spread on a double-banked mattress in the centre of the room. The three guys were naked too, one already in her mouth, the others either side of her, hands working her breasts and between her legs. Another couple, already hunkered down on one of the small padded mats, glanced up and saw us standing there so uncertain, so evidently hesitant. They shifted sideways to make room. Patted the vacated space in an invitation to sit down. My mouth was so dry, I couldn't speak, my heart-rate so fast, it was like I'd just run a mile. The realisation was hitting home that though we'd glimpsed shadowed fumblings and couplings at other places, this was the first time we were going to sit together to watch live sex from beginning to end. What followed was hot. So hot, in fact, that when it was over, Stuart and I found ourselves compelled – and that is the only word for it – compelled to throw off our towels and get into each other right then, there on the hard floor with one of the pads under my head, coupling in the exact same place where we'd just been sitting, aware of the audience around us but not caring at all. No. Correction. Awareness of the audience actually made all the difference. I can remember thinking, this isn't happening, whilst also thinking oh, but it is, girl, oh but it is. And I can also remember thinking (wow: so much cerebral activity upstairs! So much non-cerebral activity downstairs!) I can also remember thinking that I wanted it to go on and on, to be engorged and engulfed by my man in front of everyone in this room and everyone beyond it and everyone everywhere in the entire outside world. I wanted to be urged on by total strangers, men, women, didn't matter who they were or what they looked like just so long as I was borne aloft on their cheers, their obscenities, their applause. I can also remember something else: that after Stuart rolled onto his side, spent, sated, exhausted by his labours, I was still riding the storm. And so close, so incredibly close, to riding it deeper, faster and longer with any and every other man in the room, that only a massive effort of will made me slam on the brakes. It took a while for me to come back from wherever I'd gone. To become consciously aware of shaking my head and pushing others' hands away. But when I did return, it was to a situation the memory of which is still amongst the most singular I've ever known: A dark-haired woman kneeling next to my head, her partner – well, I'm guessing he was her partner – kneeling at her side, as naked as her. She was masturbating him slowly and steadily, a dreamy smile on her face. And she was holding his erection almost directly above my left nipple. She saw my eyes opening, and placed the fingertips of her other hand first on her mouth and then on mine, a gesture of such unexpected gentleness, such strange, soft, silent yearning, that I just lay still, gazing up beyond her breasts to her face and then back down to the foreskin's slow hypnotic sealing and unsealing of that swollen head. Stuart was sitting up now, and just about to intervene, but I told him I was fine, that everything was fine, really, really, really. And then as he eased back to watch, I shifted position myself, the better to get my breast properly positioned to take it all. Her timing was perfect. She stopped before he came, holding the shaft still and firm so that when his load finally welled up and out, it poured down onto my nipple like cream upon a cherry. The close-up view of the steady pulsing of what was emerging from that distended slit was electrifying; I could feel my own thighs re-glazing as a warm wet star burst wrote its slow motion nova all over my flesh. After squeezing out the last drops, the woman leaned down, and kissed my cheek. And then both she and her partner got up and went out the room. They spoke no word. They left no name. Nothing at all except an infinitely slow spreading, and trickling, and dripping, essence of stranger, freshly-spilled. I've never seen either of them again. But I'll never forget them. HOW WE PROGRESSED After that experience, a return visit was easier. Much easier. And though I still wasn't ready to couple with another man, Stuart did fulfil a fantasy of mine – God: where do these fantasies come from? – to do another woman while I watched. I can't remember her name now, and have only the vaguest recollection of her face, her body. But she must have been appealing in more ways than the obvious because she was my own proxy fuck. I wanted to see how I looked with my legs apart and cock pushing in all the way up, back and forth, slapping, squelching. I wanted to see how he looked, the way his ass bucked, his leg muscles flxed. Watch his balls doing whatever it is that balls do during a fuck. And so I did. And it was great: every thrust, every spasm, even if Stuart did climax too soon, deep within her shuddering frame, letting go into a condom I would actually have preferred he didn't wear because sex that isn't bare-backed isn't really sex to me. Except, of course, if it's sex with a stranger. When safety comes first before anyone else does. The woman's partner was mature enough to cope with my refusal to be penetrated. Instead he lay next to me watching the action whilst I worked on him with my hands, waiting until Stuart's orgasm to bring him off. Did I want to fuck? Yes. Be fucked by him? No. I can appreciate that a man's got balls to unload and a cock to shoot but as a woman, I've far more going on in my body, in my head. The wiring that conducts my sexuality is infinitely more complex than my husband's solitary press-button-and-go. The math of transference comes into play long before play can lead to cum: sex is 80% cerebral, 20% anatomical to me; the percentages need to – have to -- change places before I'm at the edge. After which, rational math ceases to apply, anyway. You're caught up then in something so exponential that statistics mean nothing, senses, everything. Anyway. Were those two – the woman who took it from my husband, her partner who wanted me to take it from him – were those two going to Paula and Felix's weekend? No. Was anyone going that we'd seen or encountered during any of our forays into the scene? Well, yes. Even if not at our invitation, but coming along with another couple. Friends. Of friends. Of friends. Laura and David. A couple who had also been looking to add fresh flavours to the vanilla. And with whom we really did learn how to lick it all up. And then to swallow it all down. End of Part One