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Moving Day by Bob Peale (1/3)
EXHIB,VOY,MAST,M/F,M/M/M/F
"Where the hell are the movers?" Andrea muttered to herself as she
made the millionth circuit around her condo, checking for anything
she might have missed.
She'd been in DC for 6 years now, first as an undergraduate, then
as a graduate student, and she was ready to go! For the most part,
the entire experience had been miserable. Born to a with
ties to Kentucky that went back to its original settlement, Andrea
was a true southern belle; she'd only gone north because her
believed that being schooled in a city like Washington or New York
would round her out and make her a more capable manager once he
brought her aboard as a director with his company. There was no way
she was going to in New York; just the thought of that city
scared her silly. She thought that going to in Washington
would be a lot like going to school in Kentucky. After all, it was
right next to Virginia wasn't it?
She soon found out how wrong she'd been. Most of the students were
as wealthy as she was, but few were as bright. There was also a
large population of kids from other countries who had be sent there
to be exposed to American culture. The overweight, bookish little
southerner never quite fit in with either group.
And there also wasn't much to the city, either. Sure, it was the
nation's capitol, but no one ever seemed interested in exploring it
with her. Her suggestions to go sight seeing were ridiculed by her
classmates, and whenever she ventured out on her own she was bothered
and bullied by street people.
At the end of her first semester, she begged her to let her
transfer to a school back home, or at least to one in Georgia or
North Carolina. He refused, but bought her a condo and a car to
help ease her pain.
Senior year, with the end to her misery in sight, her threw
her a new curve; he wanted her to attend business school in Washington
also. His company was growing overseas, and several schools with
excellent international business programs were located there. Again
she cried and begged, but in the end, he got his way, and she got a
bigger condo and a larger car for her troubles.
Resigned, Andrea threw herself equally into her studies and exercise.
When she wasn't in the library, she was in the gym or outside jogging.
She quickly worked her way to the top of her class, and by the middle
of her second year, she'd managed to reduce herself from a size 14 to
a size 4.
Although the rest of her shrunk, her chest remained the same size.
Even after such a dramatic weight loss, she still wore a 38D bra.
Standing 5'3", her attracted a lot more attention now then they
had when she'd been fat. Pulling her shoulder length brown hair back
(her normal hairstyle) only accentuated them more. All her life,
her blue eyes had been her best feature; now they were a distant
second.
She'd developed a reputation for being a bitch as an undergraduate,
and now that she was sought after, her attitude grew even worse.
Scarred by the last five years, she wanted nothing to do with anyone
on campus, and went out of her way to crucify anyone stupid enough to
ask her out on a date.
Unfortunately (for her), the constant exercise made her constantly
horny. Still a virgin, sex was a huge mystery to her. She hadn't
grown up in a household where you could talk openly with your
once you felt your first tingle. In fact, the only that'd ever
kissed her was her senior prom date, and that had been obligatory
because she paid for everything.
By the end of her second year of business school, it seemed that all
she could think of was sex, or at least what she imagined it would be
like. Often, she would wake up in the morning with her damp
and sticky, and would dash into the bathroom to take the first of 2
or 3 cold showers that day.
Last week Andrea reached a boiling part, and decided give in.
Driving 2 hours into Maryland, almost to the Pennsylvania state line,
she located a library and quickly flipped through the telephone book
until she located the section for adult bookstores. She wrote down
the telephone number and called for directions from her car.
Nervous that she might be recognized, Andrea parked three blocks away
and, donning sunglasses and a baseball cap, walked quickly to the
store. Inside, she removed the sunglasses so she could see in the
dim light better.
"Can I help you?" a voice asked from above her, causing her to jump.
She looked up and saw a grizzled staring down at her from
behind a counter, his gaze lingering just a little too long over
her before returning to her face.
"No thank you," she said in a small voice. "I'm just looking."
The shrugged and went back to reading his book, but only after
taking one last leer.
Andrea wandered up and down the aisles, amazed at the kinks and
perversions displayed on the shelves. There were books and
about every subject imaginable, and more implements than she
actually knew what to do with. She stopped in the aisle filled
with rubber penises, in all sorts of shapes, sizes and colors.
She picked up a purple one that was as long as her arm with a tip
as big as her fist and studied it, examining every ridge and
wrinkle.
"That's kind of big for such a little girl, don't you think?"
Andrea let out a little shout, whipping her head around in the
direction of the voice. It belonged to a smirking redheaded woman
dressed in business attire.
"It's not for...I mean, I don't need...I wasn't," she stammered as
the woman's smirk turned into a genuine smile.
"Relax, honey. I was only kidding," the woman said in soothing
voice.
Andrea turned bright and returned the dildo to the shelf,
backing slowly out of the aisle.
"Hey," the woman said, reaching out and pulling her back toward
the display, "I wasn't trying to spoil your fun!"
Andrea tried halfheartedly to pull free. "Ma'am, please leave me
be. Don't make a scene; I'm embarrassed enough."
Her protests only made the woman pull more firmly. "I'll bet
you've never even seen one before, have you?"
Andrea stared down at her shoes and shook her head.
"That's what I thought!"
As Andrea blushed a deep red, the woman laughed out loud. Even
the behind the counter chuckled.
"Let's see," she said, studying the assortment for several
minutes before pulling one off a hook. "This ought to do. I
keep one like this in my desk for emergencies. It's good for a
start, but after a while, I need more," she said, handing a compact
white dildo to Andrea that was 6" long and 2" around.
Andrea took it without meeting the woman's eyes. However, the
woman's next question made her snap her head up and stare at her in
disbelief.
"Have you ever seen anybody use one?" she asked casually.
Andrea couldn't even speak. She just stared at the woman, her mouth
agape. The woman sighed and took her by the wrist.
"Come on then," she said. "These things don't really come with an
instruction manual."
Still stunned, Andrea mutely let herself be led to the back of the
store and a corridor lined with closed doors. The woman studied each
of them for a second before finally opening one and going inside,
pulling Andrea in after her. She gestured toward stained bench
facing a large screen.
"OK, now just sit back and watch."
The woman took a seat next to her, leaned forward, and swiped a card
in a slot next to the screen. Instantly it sprung to life and quickly
filled with naked bodies engaged in a variety of sexual acts. Andrea
squirmed in her seat, her crotch getting wet, not sure what this woman
expected of her. She looked over and saw that she was leaning back,
staring intently at the screen. Her mouth was open, and her breathing
mirrored the panting on the screen.
While Andrea continued to watch, the woman began to play with her
nipples through her blouse. As the action onscreen heated up, the
woman unbuttoned her blouse, opened her bra, and vigorously massaged
her tits, squeezing and kneading them, stopping every once in a while
to rub her nipples.
Between the action onscreen and the show next to her, Andrea's
were soaked through. She was so much wetter then she'd ever been as a
result of one of her dreams or thoughts. It felt like her center seam
was trying to crawl up her pussy, pressing tighter as her lips
swelled from arousal. She reached down to try to pull it out and
shivered as she made contact with her stiffening clit, sending a jolt
from her to the pit of her stomach and the tips of her nipples.
The woman next to her hiked up her skirt, and Andrea saw that she
wasn't wearing or underwear. Her was a shaved bare, a
glistening, swollen between her legs, and her were covered
with marks from her own hands.
Onscreen, a woman took an cock in her mouth, while the woman
next to Andrea humped the air and fumbled around in her purse. By the
time she'd located a pink dildo 10" long and three fingers thick, the
woman onscreen was on all fours on the cock while getting
rammed from behind.
Propping her feet up on the wall across from them, the woman next to
Andrea used one hand to spread her lips wide while she used the
other to work in the head of the plastic shaft. Once it was firmly in
place, she used both hands to pump the dildo in and out of her pussy,
increasing her pace to match the fucking they were watching. When the
woman onscreen collapsed, seized by her orgasm, still impaled on the
cock behind her, the woman next to Andrea jammed her dildo all the way
in, then started to shake and mumble. By the time she had quieted down,
the screen was black.
The crotch of Andrea's jeans was actually dripping wet, creating a small
puddle under her on the bench. Her nipples felt like they were
trying to rip through her shirt, and the slightest movement made her
pussy twitch. The woman looked over and smiled.
"Now that's how you use a dildo!" she said as she removed it and placed
it back in her purse.
Standing, she buttoned her blouse and pulled her skirt down and left. It
took Andrea a few minutes to collect her wits and exit the booth, but
when she got up toward the front, the woman handed her a paper bag and
motioned for her to follow her outside.
Climbing into a car parked out front, she said, "I grabbed a few things
that I thought you might need. My treat."
After she'd pulled off, Andrea opened the bag and rummaged around.
Inside, there were two videos, the dildo the woman had picked out for
her, a large vibrator, and a few magazines. At the very bottom was a
folded piece of white paper.
"That was a rush!" it read. "If you live around here, give me a call.
I come up here a lot, and I'd like to show you 'other' things, too."
It was signed Sharon, with a DC telephone number.
Andrea walked back to her car, a mid sized SUV, kicked off her shoes,
and climbed in. She loved driving barefoot because it felt strangely
erotic; today that feeling was multiplied a hundred times. She
couldn't stop thinking about the store. Unconsciously, she began to
rub her crotch, and after 45 minutes was so horny she couldn't see
straight, and pulled into the first Travelers' Aid station she could
find. Thankfully, it was one of the unmanned ones that consisted of a
parking spaces and a restroom. It was almost deserted; there were
only two cars parked outside. Grabbing the dildo out of the bag, she
hopped out and ran to the Ladies' Room.
The stall doors had been removed as a safety precaution, so she could
see that she was alone. She hurried to the last stall and stripped
down, dropping her clothes in a pile in front of her. Her nipples got
even harder as the cool air hit them, and she moaned softly. Ripping
the dildo from the packaging, and sat down hard on the and
teased her nipples with the tip. She trembled as strong sensations
overpowered her, travelling from her to all the way down to her
pussy. Involuntarily, she opened and closed her legs
rapidly.
Slowly she moved the dildo down her stomach, pressing it firmly
against her clit; she screamed, unprepared for the intense feeling of
pleasure it caused. Carefully, she teased it again, softer this time
but gradually increasing the pressure, until she was moaning in short
gasps.
She closed her eyes and spread her lips the way she saw the
woman do this afternoon. Sliding tip of the dildo into her pussy,
she was surprised when it met resistance just past the entrance. She
pushed a little harder, but still couldn't move it any further.
Agitated, she scooted forward, bracing her feet against the front of
the stall, sliding it in and out frantically. One thrust finally
pushed deeper, accompanied immediately with a sharp pain unlike
she'd ever felt before. She squeezed her eyes tighter as the room
began to spin, the pain a dull ache deep in her groin, afraid to
continue her movements.
When it subsided, she gingerly eased the dildo out and examined it,
dropping her legs to the ground. Alarmed, she noticed that it was
coated with a thin reddish sheen. Her eyes widened in panic.
"Don't worry. That just means you popped your cherry."
For the third time today, an unexpected voice startled her. She
jumped up off the toilet, letting the dildo fall to the floor, very
aware that she was standing there naked in a deserted bathroom by
the side of the road.
A approached her from across the room where he'd been perched
on a sink, quietly watching her work herself into a frenzy. She
tried to bend down and pick up her clothes, but he grabbed her by
the shoulders and raised her back up.
"What are you doing?" he asked calmly.
"P-p-p-icking up m-m-m-my clothes," she stuttered.
The shook his head. "Uh, uh. Wrong answer," he said, pressing
down on her shoulders until she sat back on the toilet.
She started to tremble again, only this ime it wasn't caused by
arousal.
"I think I'm hurt. I'm bleeding inside," she said, looking up
fearfully.
The nodded. "That's normal your first time. It will get better,
believe me. Now pick up your toy and continue what you were doing.
You'll forget all about the pain."
She just sat there, trying to control the shaking.
"Look, it's you're choice. Either you pick it up, or I will," he
said calmly, but the menace in his voice was obvious. "Only there's
no telling what I might do with it," he added.
"But what if someone comes in?" she asked, wishing it true.
He smiled. "I doubt it. The door is locked from the inside, and I
hung an 'Out of Order' sign on it. I'm afraid it's just you and me."
Scared out of her mind, she bit down on her lower lip and began to rub
the dildo over her clit. She closed her eyes and thought about the
movie she'd seen, trying to forget the standing there watching her.
Soon, her clit hardened, and it wasn't long before it was throbbing
again. Raising her legs back up agaist the front of the stall, she
tentatively pushed the tip of the dildo back in her pussy, bracing
herself for the pain she'd felt before. It slid deep the first time,
and she noticed that the pain wasn't as bad as she remembered. She
paused, letting it pass, then pumped slowly as it receded until she
was able to slide the whole 6" in without any discomfort.
She didn't know the was standing between her legs until she felt
his hands on her legs. Opening her eyes, she came face to crotch with
her first real cock. It was thicker than the fake one in her hand,
but about the same length.
"Put your legs on the ground," the said, pressing down on her
knees.
She planted her feet on either side of the toilet, which forced her
to lean forward into his crotch.
"Don't just sit there, stupid. Suck it!" he hissed.
Instinctively, she stuck her tongue out and teased the head,
long, slow lines along the shaft. He rocked back and forth, rubbing
his cock in her face. When she sensed he was getting frustrated, she
reached up and took the head in her mouth. Again going on instinct,
she hard on the head, making it swell larger in her mouth.
"Oh yeah, that's it," he grunted.
She worked it into her mouth, a little more in, until it hit
the back of her throat. She pistoned her head, hard the
whole way and creating the tightest he'd ever felt. Reaching
down, he grabbed her head to hold it still, which allowed him to stuff
more of his cock in her mouth. She started to cough.
"Relax your throat and breathe through your nose."
It took her a few minutes to get the rhythm right, but eventually she
could take him down her throat without choking. With the holding
her by her head, her hands were free to resume playing with the dildo.
Sitting in this position, the shaft rubbed roughly against her clit
when she pulled it out, which made her wet and slippery, helping
the dildo slide in deeper and faster. She was moaning in short bursts
now, which caused the cock in her mouth to vibrate, and the to
started to moan also. This made her hotter, and she pumped the dildo
faster and harder on his cock.
About this time she felt a weird feeling building in the pit of her
stomach, radiating out and making her more sensitive by the minute.
Every time the dildo brushed her clit, the feeling spread a little
farther and grew a little stronger. Her nipples felt like they would
explode, and her moans were now a low steady hum.
Without any warning her breath hitched deep in her chest and she
sucked the man's cock all the way in up to the base. Simultaneously,
she felt a rush of heat spread through her pussy, her tits, her ass,
all over. She must have real hard, because the cock in her
mouth suddenly erupted, spraying stream after stream of into her
mouth, filling it, down her throat, dribbling over her chin. With a
final thrust she buried the dildo all the way in her pussy, and tried
to hold still as she rode the crest of her first orgasm. Her clit
was so sensitive at this point that when it brushed the dildo this
last time her legs buckled and she fell forward, forcing the softening
cock deeper in her mouth. When he'd stopped pumping cum, the
leaned her back against the as removed his cock from her mouth.
Still in a daze, she didn't hear him leave the bathroom.
End of Part 1.
I hope you enjoyed the as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am
currently at work on others that will be posted as soon as they are
finished. Thank you for all of the constructive comments and words of
encouragement. If you have ideas, feel free to email them to me;
I can't promise anything, but I'm always looking for things to write about.
As always, please drop me a line with your comments.
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