I'm not a writer. So I'll just say what happened and let you get on with it.
My wife loves estate sales. When I'm not quick, she drags me along with her. So, I'm at one
of these things, and a computer comes up for sale. Some guy died of a heart attack or something
and his wife's selling off his stuff. Not exactly state of the art, but not bad. Out of sheer
boredom, I throw out a low bid and end up buying the thing.
I'm about to reformat the C drive when it dawns on me that there might be something useful
there. So I check it out. It's mostly shit, but there's a subdirectory in the wp51 directory (the
shmuck was still using 5.1!) called Parker.
Now, I'm not a pervert or anything, but I used to read alt.sex.stories sometimes. Before it got
fucked up by spam. I know that Parker was this guy who wrote a bunch of stories. So I check
it out. Sure enough, it's got all the Parker stories.
More than that, though. There's another subdirectory called "wip". I assume this means "work
in progress". So I check it out. Sure enough, there's a story there. In html format. As far as I
can tell, it's pretty much done.
The dead guy must have been Parker.
So, what the hell. I decided to post it.
That's all. Here it is.
Old Friends 
"Smile, Becky," the woman ordered.
Becky... Rebecca Carson... her trembling right hand holding the flimsy, white "fuck me" dress bunched up over her splayed, naked white legs, smiled. As ordered.
"Better," the man nodded. He moved in for a closer shot. "No... don't." Click! "Now, don't be difficult, Becky," the woman warned. "We have an understanding. Right?" Becky... Rebecca Carlson... attorney... junior partner at Parker & Co... bit her lip and swallowed her protests. She had no choice. When Crazy Alice made a threat, she meant it! "She can do better than that." 
The brunette... Crazy Alice... grinned sideways at the silent blond woman. "'Back up against the tree, honey... that's right... now spread those long, slut legs of yours and slide the panties down... oh, that's it... good little Becky... now rub yourself... let's see your slutty little pout, now...
Rebecca obeyed, doing her best to give the pair what they wanted, pouting and primping like a cartoon whore, backed up against the tree. Then...
"That's it... pull up the skirt... let's see some finger action in that hungry old cunt of yours... that' s just how I remember you from the old days..." The old days...
Eyes screwed shut with humiliation behind the dark sunglasses, the blonde woman did her best to give her tormentors what they wanted. Slipping her right hand up under the short dress, she humped her naked crotch up and down against her wooden lover.
After forcing her to stop off at a vendor to pick up a drink - Rebecca had blushed a bright red at looks the attendant had given her - she was ordered to walk to the gazebo. First, though, Crazy Alice had relieved her of her panties. "Won't be needing these any more, " the dark haired girl had giggled. Click! They made her walk on ahead of them. "Head down to that bench," Alice told her. "Sit down and spread your legs. Look like you're enjoying yourself." "But..." Rebecca balked. An oriental woman sat reading on a nearby bench. "There's someone... there. I... I can't..." Rick giggled. "Becky..." "OK." The blonde woman felt tears welling up behind the sunglasses as she obeyed the brunette's command. Her exposed pussy barely covered by the tight, white dress, she paraded herself down to the little roof - covered bench area As she walked, her mind skipped over the events which had brought her to this situation. The old student days back in the early '70s... wild, drug filled parties... glorious sex with Rick while Alice, Crazy Alice, watched with envy... the drug bust in the dorm room... her tearful confession to the cops, pointing the finger at Rick, Alice and a bunch of other friends... the suspended sentence and running home to Daddy to make things better... She hadn't seen Rick or Alice since that final, horrible day in the courtroom. Until yesterday. Until they showed up at the office. With a story guaranteed to finish her career and probably get her expelled from the bar. And they had offered her a choice. 
"Get moving," Alice called out. Doing her best to ignore the oriental girl, the female lawyer walked into the area and sat down. Click! 
Mindful of the brunette's instructions, Rebecca put one long leg up on the bench and spread her legs. The white dress bunched up around her waist and she knew her crotch was plainly visible to anyone who looked from the right angle. Oh god... Someone was coming from behind... 
Grinning, Rick walked into the roofed area and took two more picture close up, with the sunglasses off Click! 
"That's enough for here," Alice decided, grinning as the blonde woman closed her legs and tried to smooth down the dress. "Let's head into the city." Rebecca stifled a protest. She had no choice but to obey. 
Again, they made her walk in front of them. This time, Alice made her pull up the hem of the dress, exposing her crotch and ass cheeks to anyone who happened to look. Fortunately for the blonde woman, this particular area of town was almost entirely deserted on a Sunday afternoon. Click! 
"Stop there," Alice ordered. "Let's see some tit; haven't seen those udders since I walked in on you guys in the can at Howie's party. Rick talks about them all the time, don't you honey."
"Nice tits," Rick nodded.
Blushing furiously, Rebecca obeyed the brunette's command like some kind of lewd puppet... one breast showing... left hand in her hair... A car pulled around the corner and..
Slide the dress down... show those udders...". The blonde woman obeyed. "Good girl... now spread those slut legs and let's see you work yourself up. Just like the old days."
Rebecca obeyed, dropping her right hand to her exposed crotch. She started to move her fingers. Maybe...
A door slammed away to the right!
Click!
"Keep going slut," Alice growled. "I'll tell you when to stop." Frightened, the blonde woman did as she was told. One breast dangling, she dropped her left hand to her crotch... 
... and began to masturbate herself. "Good little slut." Click! Out of nowhere, a line of traffic came down the street behind her. 
"Keep going," Alice growled. Eyes closed, Rebecca leaned back on the stairwell, taking advantage of what little cover there was and did as she was told. She was out of sight where she was, but if a car turned the corner... 
... but no car did. The blonde woman continued masturbating herself for a few moments before Alice's short attention span manifested itself again. "That's enough, slut," the brunette called out. "Come on." Crazy Alice turned and walked away as Rebecca scrambled off the stairs to catch up. 
"Over there,"Alice decided. They made her climb over a fence... 
Blushing, the blonde woman sat down on the rear bumber of a white van. She was out of sight of the people walking on the sidewalk a few yards away, but very much aware of their footsteps and voices. Oh god...
"No more warnings," Alice warned.
Swallowing her fear, Rebecca Carson, lawyer, the youngest partner at Parker & Co. slipped her right hand under the bunched up dress and, in a deserted city parking lot, began to masturbate.
The thought struck a small spark of pleasure in her pussy as her fingers slid up and down along the outside of her exposed pussy. The blonde woman let out a short gasp of pleasure as the friction of her fingers against her clit fanned the spark into a small fire.
"That's it," Alice called out, excited. "That's it, you little slut. Now slide the dress down. Let's see those udders jiggle."
Rebecca obeyed. Frantically working her long, cool fingers up and down on her now damp pussy.
"Good little cunt. Now let's see you bring yourself off. Work that cunt."
The blonde woman closed her eyes, her mind's eye on the last time she and Rick had made love. It had been in the park, just before the arrest. They had been in the bushes off the path, hidden but in clear view of anyone who happened to wander into that part of the woods.
Click!"Oh..." A short gasp of lust escaped her lips. 
Rick had been great that night. His fingers had worked a magic on her she hadn't felt either before or since that night. And the danger... even the possibility, however slight, of being discovered had added a delicious sense of urgency to their lovemaking. After bringing her to the brink of orgasm with his tongue, he'd stretched her out on the blanket and... 
"Oh!" Rebecca was beyond caring. Eyes closed, she replayed that last night with Rick... the way he'd worked his long, thick cock in and out of her pussy... the way it had felt...
The blonde woman thrust her fingers frantically in and out of her now sopping pussy. The white dress had fallen down to expose her breasts fully, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the long, slow inevitable build to release.
Click!
"What a whore..." Higher... higher... grinding up and down, back against the cool metal of the van... until, finally... inevitably... "Ahhhh..." Review It Now a small gallery the illustrated preview and kysa online with more sex stories with the new sex toys store |