THE USUAL WARNINGS:
This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this type of material is illegal where you are, don't read any further.
This is a fantasy. You will have to loosen your clench on reality a little when you read it. This is a in which physical acts and human responses are not limited to, nor necessarily based in, reality. Some acts and responses in this may be physically impossible and/or physiologically improbable.
Also, as is the case with most of the in this newsgroup, all the women in this are beautiful - gorgeous, even. Gravity has not caused to droop nor have wrinkles creased unblemished faces. The men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls. They can get it up and keep it up often and at will. In this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted pregnancies. Guilt is a four- letter word. Most important of all, neither strength of character, courage of convictions, nor moral belief stand a chance against any erotic stimulus. This can be as benign as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle or as stimulating as a whipping on the genitals.
For those of you who didn't understand the preceding statements, GO AWAY!
This is intended for the salacious entertainment of consenting adults. Do not try to do any of the things described in this story. You could injure yourself or your partner, be arrested, or shot by her father....
If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY! This will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain.
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You have been warned!
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So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy the story!....:)
NightShade
Mr. Walter's Helper
by NightShade (FF, MF, oral, vaginal, anal, light bd, light sm, rom) 12/96, revised 6/99 Chapter 3
Elmer got up from his desk as he heard Suzy coming down the back stairs to work. He went to the door and opened it up.
"Suzy," he called out. "Come in here for a moment."
Suzy walked into his cramped office and sat down on the edge of the uncomfortable chair in his office. She looked nervous and scared. She had never held a position this long without being fired, and she just knew that Mr. Walters was going to fire her now. It had been over two weeks! She didn't know what she had done wrong, but she must have done something. She always did.
She just couldn't lose this one, she shouted to herself. She liked this job. She didn't have to work with a lot of people, she didn't have to see her mean old aunt, and she had discovered she liked working with pictures. She especially liked Elmer, er, Mr. Walters. He was so kind and patient with her. He made her kind of tingle inside when he looked at her like he did sometimes when he thought she wasn't looking, and although she didn't understand it, she enjoyed those feelings and the attention he paid her. She would do anything to keep her job. Anything!
"Suzy, one of the models scheduled for tonight called in and canceled. I'm really in a bind as the other two girls are on their way already. Would you be a trouper and help me out?" Elmer started.
Surprised and relieved, Suzy said, "Sure, anything. Would you like me to call another model? Do you want me to get the props set up? Do you."
Elmer raised his hands and stopped the barrage of questions coming from the eager girl. He wasn't sure of the reason for her sudden eagerness, and he didn't really care right now. He was going to take advantage of it if he could, however.
"No, no. I thought you might want to try out the other side of the for a change. You know, as a model. I could really use you as one of the models tonight. You have the right coloring to work out real well."
He kind of left the offer hanging, wondering what she would do.
A look of surprise and bewilderment came over her face.
"He wants to take pictures of me! But I'm not pretty enough. I'll ruin the shots with those other beautiful girls in them." Her agonizing thoughts were racing through her mind and were portrayed across her face for him to read.
"Uh-h-h, I don't know., I mean, I never have., I mean, do you really mean it? Do you really want to put me in the pictures?" she asked finally.
Elmer nodded, smiling to himself at how easy this was going to be. His prick hardened at the thought of that sweet pussy. "Yes, and I wanted you to try on a few things first to see if everything fits OK. I had to guess at your size." He handed her a hanger with several filmy pieces of lingerie on it.
She accepted the hanger without really seeing the clothes.
"You can change in the models' dressing room tonight, Suzy. Why don't you go and change now. Then come on out and we'll start your make-up before the others get there. Then you can do them."
Suzy's head was spinning and her heart was pounding. She was thrilled. She had never even hoped to dream of something like this. She walked to the dressing room in a daze. It wasn't until she was in there that she saw the skimpy clothes and gave a small gasp.
"Oh no!," she wailed to herself. "I can't go out there in that. You can see everything."
Angrily she stilled her own objections. She had to do this. She had agreed, and besides, she wanted to keep her job. Inside of her, there was this nasty little voice that urged her on. It made her tingle inside as she listened to that tiny whisper.
She slipped out of her clothes and hung them in the locker. She also took off her plain white bra and let it fall from her arms. Her bounced saucily in their freedom, the rosy caps ending in pert little nipples. She had never acted or felt so naughty. Why, if the other models came in now, they would be able to see her bare boobies!
She picked up the filmy bra on the hanger Elmer had given her and settled it over her shoulders. It looked a little small, but the fabric was stretchy. She leaned forward and settled her into the half cups of the bra and fastened the front clasp. It was more than just a little small for her and her bulged out over the top of the cups, with her nipples clearly visible just below the edge of the fabric. Elmer had guessed her size just right.
She adjusted the straps so that they were as comfortable as possible and looked at her image in the mirror. The bra pushed her big firm up and together so that it looked like she had miles of cleavage. She waggled her shoulders and watched the tit flesh jiggle inside their confinement. It did look sexy.
The next thing she put on were the thigh-high stockings. She had never worn nylons or pantyhose much, and she struggled to get them on. The tiny hairs of her legs squiggled around under the translucent fabric.
"Oh dear, I should have shaved my legs," she muttered.
The matching to the bra were next. She had never seen anything so small. As she slid them up her thighs, her hands were shaking. She didn't want to rip the thin fabric. The tiny thin thong back slid into the crack of her perky little ass. The small patch of fabric in the front showed the hair of her dark bush on both sides and over the top.
Tears began to trickle down her cheeks. She was a failure, a fraud. She was sure she wasn't good enough. Elmer and the other models would laugh at her. Her fear of failure completely overshadowed any embarrassment she may have had.
Elmer heard the soft wailing coming from the dressing room and misunderstood the reason for it. He was certain that he had pushed her too far with the skimpy outfit, but he knew she had seen other models in similar costumes. Thus, he was unprepared for her appearance in the dressing room doorway with just a short robe around her.
Her cheeks were still streaked with tears. She looked at him fearfully.
"I don't fit. I'm not good enough to be a model. Please, please, don't be mad at me-e-e-e," she burst out, and started to wail.
Elmer walked over to her and took her into his arms. He patted her back comfortingly. "There, there, there. It's OK. It will be all right," he comforted her. "Let's take a look and see what the problem is, OK?"
He took her by the hand and led her over to the make-up station. He gently loosened the belt of the robe and let it fall open. He caught his breath.
"God, what a body!," he exclaimed to himself as he examined her closely.
The bulging were quivering with the tiny sobs of the girl. Through the thin fabric of the garment he could clearly make out the pink aureoles and the unaroused nipples. His prick started to rise, but he controlled his lustful urges. With difficulty. Letting his gaze drift down her body from her tits, he sighted across her smooth belly accented with a tiny navel. A little lower, he saw the cause of her distress. The soft curls of her dark pubic hair escaped all around the tiny triangle of the panties.
Reaching down, he fingered the curls lightly.
"Is this what's bothering you?", he asked.
She nodded. Tiny bumps popped up all over her skin. The familiar gesture he had made had sent an unfamiliar, but very welcome thrill up her spine. She didn't trust her voice to answer him, so she had just nodded. The wonderful tingling in her cunny made her want to rub her thighs together to itch it and her nipples started to harden. They began to poke clearly through the light fabric of the bra.
"We can fix that. Sit down in the chair.," he told her.
She obeyed him without a word.
He turned to face the make-up table, both to hide the growing bulge in his pants and the wide grin on his face. He needed to be clinical in his actions the next couple of minutes and the sight of this near naked didn't help. And she would be a lot more naked in a moment.
He collected the things he needed and turned and adjusted some levers on the chair she was sitting in. Reaching towards her with both hands, he grasped the waistband of the panties.
"Up," he said.
Automatically, she raised her hips to allow him to strip off her panties. Immediately, she covered her mound with both hands. He pretended not to notice as he busied himself with her feet.
Lifting first one and then the other, he placed her feet in a stirrups arrangement that spread them just a little. Soon he would adjust them further apart. Really far apart. This would allow him to have open access to her vaginal area. He placed a low stool and sat down right in front of her. A gentle nudge on her knees and she automatically spread them apart for him. He grinned to himself.
Grabbing her hips lightly, he urged her forward until her ass cheeks rested on the edge of the chair.
"There we go. That should do.," he said as matter-of- factly as he could.
"Mr. Walters," she quavered, "What are you doing? I'm a nice girl. Nobody has ever seen me down there. I don't want you to do this. Pleeeese."
"Sssshhhhush. Now Suzy, be quiet!," he interrupted her pleading. "This is something all models have to do. It's just part of the job. I want you to watch what I do very carefully, because I want you to be able to do this to the other two models coming in tonight if they need any help. That's all part of your job, too. Watch close."
He took her hands in his, and gently, but firmly placed them on the arms of the chair. Her exposed was slightly opened by the wide-spread position of her legs and he could just make out the first beads of moisture on some of the hairs. Taking a deep breath, he spread the stirrups as far apart as he could. Her pussy lips gaped open shyly. Her face was beet red.
"Now keep your hands out of the way."
His hands trembled as he thought of the number of models he had fucked in this chair in this same position. And next was Suzy. Soon. Not tonight, but soon. He had never raped one yet, but God, was she going to be tight.
"Soon," he thought, "Soon."
He picked up a comb and a pair of scissors. Carefully, he combed through the hair covering her mound. Then, he began to clip the longer hairs until the whole patch consisted of hairs about one quarter to one half inch long. He meticulously brushed the cut hairs off her skin.
Suzy was going crazy. "This is wrong," her mind screamed, and just as loudly, her body screamed back, "Shut up, silly. It feels toooooo good to stop!" Her breathing quickened and she was having trouble keeping her hips still. Her cunny was tingling and itching something fierce and she wanted nothing more than to scratch it with something, anything. Something big and long and hard.
Elmer reached back and picked up a small electric razor. This wasn't really necessary to the process of trimming her, but he could almost always manipulate the vibrating tool up against the model's clit and push her over the top. Suzy was so innocent, he had no idea what effect this humming little gadget would have on her when he was done.
He trimmed the top of the patch down well below the waistline of the she had worn. Next, he trimmed the hair in on one side and then the other, occasionally bumping the top of her cuntal slit with the razor. Each bump brought a gasp from the now squirming girl, and an occasional squeak, but not a word or motion of resistance from her. When he first pressed the razor down lightly and then more firmly against her pubic bone, in an alleged attempt to get a straight cut across the top of the patch, she began to push back up against his hand. Then she began thrashing in the chair.
"OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH," she gasped. "Something's happening to me, OH, OH, don't stop, don' stop. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH"
Elmer's hand was suddenly very wet with the outflow of juices from the virginal cunt. If he wasn't mistaken, this had been her first orgasm. The fact that she didn't know what was happening to her tended to confirm this.
Picking up the shaving brush, he lathered up the now reduced patch and the surrounding area. He paid particular attention to the trembling girl's slit, brushing the stiff quills of the brush up and down several times. Each stroke caused the to shudder and moan softly to herself.
"OK, now. Hold still. This is a sharp razor.," he said in a dull voice that did not betray his true feelings. He glanced up and caught her eyes. He gave her a reassuring grin which she returned his look with a weak nod.
Elmer placed the thumb of his left hand just to one side of her slit and spread out his hand so that his middle finger prodded gently against Suzy's anus. She jerked at the unfamiliar touch at first, then groaned and pushed back on the finger tip. She was totally listening to the evil little voice in her head now.
"Careful!," he snapped. "I don't want to cut you!"
Pulling the skin of her mound tight with his left thumb, he brought the razor to the tender skin. This motion also let him slip his thumb directly into her slit and up against her still aroused clitoris in an `accidental' manner. She did not think this was intentional and did not complain.
As he shaved her beaver, he increased the pressure on her clit with his thumb, moving it around and around to keep the skin taut under the razor.
Suzy's head was spinning. Right or wrong, this felt wonderful. She had long since given up any thought of resistance or fight. His thumb was driving her wild. Even the probing finger at her back door thrilled her, although she knew that was nasty and dirty. But she thrilled at the touch of it back there. And pressed back until the tip just poked in to her. Really nasty.
But it was that very nastiness that heightened the tension of the situation and made her want more. She was not aware of the feelings in her body or of the feelings she was arousing in his. All she knew was that it felt good and that she didn't want it to stop.
Suddenly, she began to jerk again. The constant manipulation of her genitals had brought her to a climax a second time. As she collapsed into the chair, her legs splayed obscenely, Elmer picked up a clean towel and gently wiped away the excess lather and the cum juice.
He had noticed the hairs on her legs during the shave and decided to take care of that, too. Gently he removed the from each leg. Lathering and shaving each leg in turn allowed Suzy to gradually come down from her climactic peak. Rubbing her legs with a soothing lotion was almost more than Elmer could stand.
Suzy did not resist anything he did to her now, but he did not want to scare her away. He was now more determined than ever to fuck her brains out. But the other two were due in less than 30 minutes and he still needed to do her make-up.
Elmer helped her put her back on, taking much more care to get them smooth than necessary, and then slipped her back up the now silky smooth legs.
"Stand up and let's take a look," he told her.
On shaky legs, she stood up. Elmer pulled up the bottom of her robe to above her waist and had her spin around. He made a pretext of examining her pubic area with care and clipped a couple of non-existent hairs that he claimed had escaped his earlier efforts. Her bushy thatch had been trimmed down to a narrow strip of short hairs, looking much like an arrow pointing straight at her cunt.
Observing her image in the mirror, Suzy was astonished at the change. She looked sexier now than she ever had before! She coyly dropped the robe from one shoulder and struck a cheesecake pose.
"That's the way, Suzy," Elmer injected on her self review. "See? You'll do fine!"
Suzy colored in embarrassment, not for the first time. Or the last.
"Sit down and we'll finish your make-up."
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End of chapter
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