Chapter 3
When Sally woke up, she noticed it was late and she would have to hurry in order to get to work on time. She took a shower, put on one of her sexy working outfits, and ran down to catch a bus. She was sitting in the bus, looking out the window at the people thronging the streets. Everytime she saw someone who looked the least bit sexy to her, she would imagine the cock, or cunt, or asshole that was hidden beneath the clothing. There were so many cocks, so many cunts, so many tits, so many bodies. She wondered if she could fuck everybody in the city. Well, it was something to shoot for, anyhow.
Just then she heard her name and turned around. It was Bill, a man she had dated for a while a few years ago. He was a terrific lover, but somehow she had lost track of him. He sat down next to her now, and asked her how she had been. "Fine," she said. "How about you?" "Oh, pretty well. We should get together sometime and have some fun like in the old days." "I'm game anytime you are, Bill," said Sally. "Would it be okay if I dropped over to your place this evening?" Bill asked. Sally said that would be wonderful. They spent some time talking about the fun they had had and hinted at the fun that was to come.
Sally's stop was first, and as she got up and slipped past Bill, he gave her a friendly squeeze on her thigh. As she walked down the aisle of the bus, he followed her every wiggle with his eyes, and his cock became strong with anticipation of the evening to come.
Sally worked as a window decorator in a large department store. As she walked to her workshop, she went through the lingerie department as she usually did. She got a kick out of dressing the manikins in panties and bras and girdles. Sometimes, when the boss wasn't around, she would dress one up like a sexy whore. Once she dressed a manikin in brief black bikini panties, a black garter belt with black mesh stockings, and a black brassiere. When she had stood back to admire the sexy manikin, her supervisor walked into the room. Sally had been terrified. The old hag was a strict and nasty old bitch. But to Sally's surprise, the old bag seemed quite amused.
"Well," the hag said, "too bad we can't put that right on the window. We'd sure shake up a lot of passers-by."
"I just did it for a little amusement," Sally said nervously.
"Well, you have interesting taste," said Sophie. "I used to do the same thing when I was a window dresser here ... and you know what? I enjoyed it so much that I started dressing up that way myself at home just for my own enjoyment, you understand."
Sally became interested. This was a side of the old woman she had never seen before, and she pursued the topic.
"Oh, really? That sounds like it could be fun. I'd never thought of it myself,"
"Well," said Sophie, "if you really want to have some fun with some cute undies, why don''t you stop over at my apartment sometime? I'll show you my collection."
Sally remembered how strange it had seemed to pay a visit to the old shriveled witch of a woman. But her curiosity had gotten the best of her.
The old girl had a very nice apartment after all, and when she showed Sally her collection, Sally just couldn't believe her eyes. The old woman must have had hundreds of assorted undergarments. She had panties with no crotch, brassieres with gaping holes for the nipples to show through, full-length corsets, rubber swimming suits, the works., After displaying the collection, Sophie asked Sally politely if she might not want to try some of them on.
So that's the old girl's game, Sally thought. She wants me to put on a fashion show for her. Well, it just might be fun, and it's always a good idea to get in solid with the boss.
The first thing Sally tried on was a pair of black lace panties with a slit corresponding to her own juicy slit. She stood in front of the mirror, and Sophie told her to do some knee bends, spreading her knees apart as she sunk down. Sally had to admit it was pretty exciting to watch the pink lips of her twat opening with the opening of the weird panties.
On top of the panties she put on a black garter belt and long silk stockings which she attached to them. Something about the way the garter belt felt made Sally shiver with excitement. Next Sophie handed her a tiny black brassiere that she put on.i It held her tits so tightly that they nearly overflowed the top of the bra. The fabric pinched into the skin under her arms and on her back.
"Turn around and let me see all of you," said Sophie with a gleeful grin on her face. Sally turned and showed the older woman every speck of her lovely young body clad in the perverted garments
Next she tried on a rubber bathing suit. It felt interesting, but Sally wasn't really turned on by it, but she could see by the gleam in Sophie's eye that she was enjoying it immensely. Next came a transparent, pink negligee. This wasn't even very unusual, but when Sophie had her try on a pair of knee-high leather boots with six-inch stiletto heels, the whole picture was really quite sexy.
"None of those things looked so good on me," admitted Sophie. "I'd like you to try on my most prized possession. I've always found it very exciting. I think you might, too."
She went to her closet and began rummaging around the paraphernalia in there, and as she came out with what appeared to be a hat box, she carefully carried it over to her dresser and put it down. She actually rubbed her hands together before opening it. Then with a big smile, she pulled out what looked like a bear trap. It took Sally a few minutes to figure out that the old lady's prized possession was a steel chastity belt.
"Well, what do you think of this one?" Sophie said.
"Looks very interesting," said Sally, "but not terribly comfortable."
"Oh, it's not supposed to be comfortable," said Sophie, "but it really is exciting. Won't you try it?
Sally didn't want to anger the old woman at this point, and, besides, she was very open-minded and willing to try almost anything. She wouldn't mind trying it on, but she certainly wouldn't let the old lady get a lock near her., The belt opened with hinges with the assistance of three metal straps, two that went around the waist and met in front, and a third that went down the crack of her ass, up around her cunt, and joined with the other two straps in front. There was a jagged opening along the lips of her cunt and a smaller hole at her bung. The cold steel girdling her like that did give her a strange thrill.
"It looks like these were pretty effective," Sally said to the older woman.
"Yes, they certainly were. You could never get fucked in a contraption like that, but it is rather easy and a lot of fun to jerk off in one."
"Oh, really?" said Sally.
"Try it and see," Sophie suggested.
The idea of rubbing herself off in front of this old woman while wearing a chastity belt was a novel one, Sally thought, but she was willing to give it a try. She found that if she crouched down, she could slip her fingers into her cunt by sliding them underneath the metal crotch piece of the belt. Jerking off had always been so easy, but the belt made it a new challenge. As she rubbed herself off, the metal dug into the crack of her tender ass and along her soft hips. It didn't really hurt, and it added a nice contrast to the luscious" feelings that started emanating from her pussy. She looked at herself in the mirror, squatting in this ridiculous posture, and she could see Sophie behind her really digging the whole scene.
In a few moments, Sally was trembling furiously with an explosive orgasm. When it was over, she sat down on the floor, breathing deeply.
"You see," said Sophie, "even though the bitches were locked up in a chastity belt, they could enjoy themselves."
"Yeah, I guess they could," said Sally, "but it was rather limiting." She could picture a medieval woman jerking off in a chastity belt day after day while waiting for her stud to return from some war or other. She wondered if any of those women ever had the added enjoyment of having someone watch them go through their masturbatory antics.
As Sally entered her workroom, her thoughts came back to the present. Sophie was no longer employed at the store. She had long since retired and moved away. Sally amused herself by wondering what the old woman was getting herself into these days. Ever since that night at Sophie's, Sally had really begun to enjoy masturbating with someone else watching. Once in a while she would really put on a show for the manikins, who stood around her workshop. She would sit in a chair in front of them, pull up her skirt, pull down her panties, and tickle her clit until she was in a raving sexual frenzy. How often she had wished the manikins would come alive and join her in her game. On this particular, morning, Sally was busy dressing her manikins in the latest winter fashions. The morning went fast, and before she knew it, it was lunch time. Gloria, a salesgirl in cosmetics, came in to ask Sally if she would like to have lunch with her. Sally said she would, and they were both soon swaying down the street together on their way to a nearby coffee shop.
Sally knew that Gloria had a good-looking younger brother, and from the way that Gloria had talked about him, she suspected that Gloria and her brother were very very close. Sally knew Gloria was an extremely hot bitch, and they had even been rivals for some of the better-looking studs who worked in the store.
Sally tried to turn the conversation to Gloria's brother.
"How's Wally?" she asked.
"Oh, he's fine," answered Gloria.
"What's he been up to lately?"
"The usual thing."
Sally took this to mean that Wally was still going strong with his very active cock. Gloria had said in the past that he was quite a ladies' man. She always spoke of her brother in very intimate terms, and Sally had a suspicion that Gloria and WaUy were making it together. Sally envied Gloria for having a built-in young stud in the house, and she thought it would be a nice idea to get herself invited over.
Sally told Gloria that she had just bought several good records, and she'd like Gloria to hear them. She knew that Gloria had a stereo she was very proud of, and, just as she had hoped, Gloria asked her to stop over and they would play the records. Sally remembered her date with Bill that night, so she arranged a meeting for the next night.
"I think Wally would really like to hear them, too," Sally said. Gloria smiled wisely and said she would tell Wally that Sally was coming and if he was interested, he would be there. That was good enough for Sally.
The girls walked back to the store together. Before separating and going their own ways, Sally gave Gloria a tender pat on her full ripe ass and winked.
"See you tomorrow night then," she said.
That evening Sally was making herself a big dinner because she felt she would need the energy. Bill was coming over, and she remembered she always burned up a lot of calories fucking Bill. She made a huge salad, broiled a thick juicy sirloin steak, and baked herself a sweet potato. As she tossed the salad, it reminded her of a gigantic orgy where bodies intertwined and piled up like pieces of chopped assorted vegetables. The salad oil reminded her of her own fragrant juices. How would cunt juice on a salad be? she wondered. And how might salad dressing be as a lubricant for getting a fat cock slid up my ass? The steak reminded Sally of some well-hung men that she knew, and the potato reminded her of still other men. Almost every shape reminded Sally of one sort of sex organ or another. When she stuck her tongue into a cherry, it reminded her of a hard clit. When she ate a banana, it made her think of all the nice stiff cocks she had taken into her warm mouth. Only ice cream didn't have any associations, so Sally didn't like ice cream very much.
Just as she'd finished dinner, the phone rang. It was Robert. He apologized for having left her alone at his apartment the night before. Sally told him that she didn't mind, that she had had a lovely time with his sister. Robert asked if he could come over that evening, but Sally had to put him off because she was expecting Bill. Robert asked about the next night and again she had to put him off. Finally they made a date for the night after. Sally's social sexual calendar was really full, and she liked that. It seemed that there just weren't enough hours in the day, and she grabbed every opportunity to fuck her brains out. After she cleaned up the dinner dishes, she straightened out her apartment, and put away small things that were likely to get broken, because she knew that Bill was really a wild man when it came to fucking. Just as she was finished putting away her breakables, the doorbell rang. She went over and threw it open, and with an eager look on his face, thiere stood Bill. She invited him in and mixed him his favorite drink. He took one sip of the drink and put it down. He began leering at her. She was wearing one of her typically whorish outfits, and Bill couldn't control himself. He started walking towards her with his hands stretched out in front of him. His fingers were making grabbing motions. Sally knew just what excited Bill, and she started inching away. As he approached, she backed off. Finally he started running after her.
Good old Bill, she thought. Always the same old games. She started running away and making wild screeching noises. She ran around the couch and he ran after her. She ran around the dining-room table with him hot on her heels. After a few more trips around the apartment in this fashion, they ran into the bedroom and she stood with her back against the wall like a trapped animal. Now Bill knew he had her. She stood there breathless, her huge tits heaving, and sweat began to show on her forehead.
He slowly stalked closer and closer until he was about three feet in front of her; then he sprang at her and grabbed her in a tremendous bear hug. It still wasn't time to submit, Sally knew, so she started wiggling and thrashing in a desperate effort to get out of his grasp. He knew she couldn't and certainly didn't want to, but she knew that this excited Bill tremendously. She could feel the hard lump in his pants as it pressed against her stomach.
Bill now worked his way around her so he was holding her from the back. Her luscious tits swung wildly from side to side in the struggle.
"You're really going to get it now, bitch! I'm going to shove my cock so far into your cunt you'll feel it in your throat!"
Sally knew this really turned Bill on, and she had to admit she found it very exciting, too. Bill was now reaching one hand into the top of her dress, firmly grabbing and squeezing a heavy, quivering tit. He forced his other hand between her legs' and grabbed a healthy handful of soggy cunt. He threw her down on the bed without letting her go. He kept his hands busy massaging her tit and twat, while rubbing his giant prick on the twin mounds of her voluptuous ass. He only let go with one hand long enough to pull down his pants and set his stiff horny cock free.
At the same time he lifted her mini-skirt and tore her brief panties off. Sally's bare pink ass felt the cold air of the room raising tiny goosebumps on it. Bill began to rub the fat soft head of his dick around the swollen cheeks of her beautiful young ass. He rubbed it up and down in the soft valley between her asscheeks, massaging her drooling pussy and stiff clit. When he felt she was ready, he deposited a large puddle of his own spit in his hand, then rubbed it on the head of his cock. With a lunge he shoved it full length up her hot, pungent asshole. Sally gave a cry of surprised pain, but her moans quickly turned into sounds of intense pleasure and while Bill pressed his fingers up her cunt, his bulging rod slid furiously in and out of her tight asshole. Bill could feel his own cock through the thin wall that separated Sally's two holes.
Bill was fucking as hard as he possibly could now, and they bounced up and down on the bed like a ship in a storm at sea. The creak of the bed springs brought a strange harmony to Sally's desperate moans of ecstasy. She was on her second orgasm when Bill's cock began exploding, firing hot bullets of steaming man juice into hex satin-lined asshole. They stayed in this position, resting, until Bill's prick deflated. He then rolled over on his back and relaxed completely.
Sally had enjoyed having her asshole fucked so much that she was determined to give Bill something nice for dessert. She thought for a moment, and then a sexy little lightbulb lit in her brain. She squatted down oh the bed and held her hand under her smoldering puckered bung. With the index finger of her other hand, she pried open the little brown door to her ass, and Bill's recently deposited scum oozed out on to her waiting hand.
When it had all slithered out, she raised her hands up to her lips and with her curled tongue lifted the mess into her mouth and swallowed it. The strong taste of hot jism always thrilled Sally, but the added spice of her own asshole made it the most delicious treat she'd ever had, and she enjoyed the warm feeling it made as it slid down her throat and into her stomach. Bill clearly enjoyed the little show, too, because his iimp cock was once again rising to its full stiff glory.
He grabbed her and threw her down on her back. He sank down on top of her and crushed his heavy lips onto hers. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and began thrashing it around, tasting every inch of her warm wet mouth. He raised his- hips and slowly inserted his huge dick into her starving pussy. He began slowly humping in and out, while his balls bounced off the cheeks of her luscious ass. While he worked away at her cunt, she slipped her hand around the back of his hips and slipped her long thin little finger up his tight asshole. She wiggled her finger slowly around and massaged his throbbing prostate gland. He grabbed one of her ample asscheeks in each of his hands and lifted her hips up with every vigorous thrust of his hot dick. Since he had shot a load into her ass so recently, it took him a long while to come again, and while a new supply of jism was brewing in his balls, Sally was experiencing a long series of powerful orgasms. Each one sent her into a rage of passion, and just when she thought she couldn't stand any more, another orgasm was waiting in her belly to explode through her body. It was like watching a train. The end was out of sight around a bend, but car after car appeared and went by, and just as you thought the caboose was about to appear, another long series of cars went by and still the end was not in sight.
Finally the cream spilled out of Bill's prick, and they both sank into the bed for a rest.
"Same old Bill," said Sally. "You're really a wonder." The rest of the evening was more of the same. They would rest, maybe have a snack, and then go at it again. If there were such a thing as a cunt-lapping Olympics, Bill would win hands down. He was the all-time champ.
The next morning, when Sally awoke, she was alone. She didn't remember Bill leaving. In fact, she didn't remember much after the sixth fuck. There was no telling how long Bill ravaged her body with his beautiful cock. After a fucking session like that, she was- sure that she had had enough, at least until that evening, and she wouldn't even bother masturbating before going to work.