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An American Pervert In London by Bill Lemieux, Par
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
An American Pervert
In London
by
Bill Lemieux
part 2
Mandy smiled, opened the stall door and backed up. Leaning forward, she
pulled down on each of Flora's ears.
-=O=-
Flora's eyes fluttered a second, then flew open. She saw Mandy, and smiled
uncertainly. She stood stock still, looked around, and failed to recognize
her surroundings. Her eyes grew wide. She was standing in a bathroom stall.
The last thing she remembered, she had been sitting at the ice cream shop
table, talking with Jason and Mandy about the kids who ran the place.
"Oh, shit," she said softly.
"Well," said Mandy, "are you ready to go back?"
"Back?"
"Back to the hotel."
"Back to the hotel," echoed Flora, "Uh, sure." She took inventory of the
stall. Herself, Mandy, and Mandy's shopping bag. Nothing else. She knew
what had been done- they'd been playing with it for years, but only rarely-
Mandy insisted that it remain a rare treat for some reason. She never gave
Flora any warning, although Flora had years ago offered up her free will on
the altar of good times, and every time, it shook Flora to her core.
"You hypnotized me again, didn't you?"
"Yep."
"I don't suppose you'll tell me what you've done this time, either."
Mandy grinned. "Nope. Ready?"
"Okay, what the hell," she looked down, saw the shopping bag, and bent to
pick it up. "Oh!" she exclaimed. An amazing sensation had just shot through
her sex. She grasped the bag and stood up in slow motion.
"Oh my," she added. She looked down and felt the `grope' panties through the
thin latex of her skirt. She wiggled her bottom experimentally, then looked
up at Mandy with wide eyes and a breathless smile. "I'm ready, oh am I
ever... but I don't think I can walk very far, love."
"You'll have to. Walking is the only way you're going to get back, and I'm
not letting you off the hook until we are back in our room."
Flora headed for the bathroom door, a determined look on her face. "Well,"
she said, "I'll give it my best shot. Good God, what have you stuffed me
with? I love it! Er, them."
Mandy just chuckled as they walked silently past the consternated soda
jerks, pausing only long enough to sweep up her other bag, and grab her
mackintosh from the rack.
-=O=-
Jason was about to go back in to see what was keeping them, when the two
appeared at the door, and walked over to him, a happy smile on each of their
faces. He noted that Flora seemed wide awake and happy. "I don't suppose you
had anything to do with this," she said as they walked up.
Shooting a glance at Mandy, he asked innocently, "With what?".
"With these giant ben wa's stuffed inside me, you dolt," she hissed at him,
grinning.
"Why, I, uh..." he looked at Mandy for support.
"They were his idea, actually," remarked Mandy casually.
"Oh thanks a lot," Jason shot back.
Flora looked skyward. "I might have known," she said. "I hope you two
perverts don't mind helping a helpless lady home, do you? Mmmm. I feel weak
in the knees for some reason." Mandy and Jason each took an arm, and they
sauntered off down the street, three good friends, innocently walking arm in
arm.
"Oh God," said Flora after about a block, "this is wonderful. If we don't
slow down, I think I'm going to come."
"We're not stopping," Mandy said sternly, "keep walking."
"I'm walking, I'm walking. Mmm. This is VERY nice."
After another block, she wasn't quite as calm.
"Oh God," sighed Flora, "oh Mandy. God, I love you. Both of you... Aahh!
Okay, okay, I'm walking... see? I'm going, just a little bit further, yeah.
Oh man. Oh, Mandy, I'm gonna come pretty soon... You don't mind, do you?"
She picked up her pace a bit, bobbing up and down in an exaggerated strut on
her sky-high stiletos.
"Come on you guys, keep up," she said. "Oh! That's it, yeah. Gonna come.
Gonnacomegonnacomegonnacome, jeezuswhatstakingsolong, mmm, mmm, come on,
that's it, oh, damn!" She was literally bouncing up and down now, oblivious
to the hazards of trying to skip in high heels. She leaned harder on her two
companions for support. "Oh, I can't believe this," she panted, "too good,
too good, oh, so good, but not... not. Quite. Enough. Uhh, oh my God. I
can't believe this. Oh. Mandy. What did you do to me? I can't... I can't...
uhhhh! Jeezus! So good, mmm, so good. Mandy! You did this! Why can't I
come? Oh, aauhhg!."
Mandy looked over at her. "Keep it down, lover, you'll get us all run in!
Why can't you come? I've no idea. You'll just have to wait 'till we get
back. We'll take care of you there, I promise. Just a little further, dear."
Flora looked frantic. Her breath came in short gasps, as she looked
desperately from Jason to Mandy and back to Jason, both of whom returned
bland, innocent expressions.
"Shit," she said, "why do I bother? Ohhhh, my. Ohhh, this is too wonderful.
I HAVETA come, gotta come. GottacomeGottacomeGottacome. Ohhhh, shit. Ah, Ah,
Ah. JeeeZUZ. I can't believe this. Can't we stop for just a sec? I can't
take this, really. Puh-lease? Oh, shit. Oh, andy. Jason. Uh-ng. Please,
let's stop, just for a second."
"Nope," replied Mandy, "No stopping. Almost there. See, it's just down the
block. Flora? Flora! Flora, goddammit, open your eyes, the doorman will
think you're a drunken tourist. And for God's sake, girl, keep your voice
down!"
"NNNNGGG," answered Flora. "I'mmmmm tryinnngggg," she muttered through
clenched teeth.
As they approached the hotel doors, Mandy slowed down, and Flora slowly
straightened, and even managed to screw her mouth into a mechanical smile for
the doorman as they walked up the steps.
"Just couldn't handle that wonderful ale you have over here," confided Mandy
to the doorman, as they swept past.
The doorman smiled understandingly, shaking his head after they were gone.
"Bleedin' yank tourists," he muttered.
Flora whined softly in desperation all through the lobby, then complained
bitterly in the elevator and the rest of the way to their room.
As soon as they reached the safety of their room, Flora exploded. "That's
it! I'm not taking another step until you explain why I can't seem to come!
I am MORE than excited enough. I'm so... so hot I can't stand myself! Ungh!
Oh, I can't tell you! Was it some hypnotism thing, is that it?"
Mandy looked at Flora placidly. "I'll let you come as soon as you do one
little thing for me."
"Yes! Please! What is it? Tell me!"
"Take your shoes off and do twenty jumping jacks. Slowly."
Flora's eyes grew wide. "Oh, no... I can't..." she said softly.
"Now."
"But, I... Okay, I'll try."
"Jason," Mandy said, "would you stand behind Flora, in case she falls."
Jason moved. Flora started, jumping and spreading, jumping and spreading, her
arms windmilling about.
"One, and, two, OHGOD, three, and UH! and five, and,"
"Flora," said Mandy softly. Flora slowed down.
"No, don't slow down. Just listen to me."
"...ten, jesus, so good, twelve,"
"Just listen to the sound of my voice, concentrate on what I say..."
"...sixteen, oh, Mandy, I'm listening...seventeen, please god, eighteen,
uhh! nineteen, aaand TWENTY!"
She grinned triumphantly at Mandy. Mandy broke a soft smile too.
"Autoeroticism," she said softly. For a moment, Flora looked confused at
the non-sequitur, then a kind of comprehension dawned, and finally she took on
a look of intense relief. She sagged backwards against Jason as a powerful
spasm shook her body, than another. At first she remained silent. Then, as
another orgasm overtook her, she let out the first of many long sighs and
moans.
"Ahhh, God... I. Don't. Be. Lieve. It. Uh! Uh! Uh! So. So. Gooooood. Oh,
Mandy.... Oh, Jase, aaahhhnnngggg."
Mandy looked up from her watch. Flora had come almost continuously for more
than a minute before she was finished.
-=*=-
"I feel icky," said Flora, suddenly realizing she had fallen asleep. They
had adjourned to the bed to let her rest, Flora lying on her back, flanked
left and right by Mandy and Jason, who had cuddled and stroked her while she
recovered. Little after-shocks were still trembling through her tummy.
Apparently they too had fallen asleep. Jason stirred next to her as she
continued talking to the ceiling. "But I have to admit- that was the longest
and bestest orgasm I have ever had. I think. It's hard to remember what
something felt like after a long time." She nudged Mandy gently. Mandy
started as if unaware she had dozed off.
"It certainly was fun to watch," Jason said.
"Mmmm. Thank you Mistress."
Mandy smiled smugly into Flora's shoulder. "You're welcome. So, when's the
dealers room open? I want to see what Ellen Shipper has to offer this year.
Among others."
Jason stretched lazily toward the dresser, trying to reach the convention
schedule without falling out of bed. He barely made it. "Lessee, art show
opens at three... here it is- Dealers Room. Five to eight tonight, ten to six
tomorrow and Sunday." He glanced at his watch.
It's four now, we've got some time to kill."
"Good! Flora... it's time for show and tell."
"You first."
"Hah! Uppity slave. You've already seen- well, FELT, what I bought for
you. At least, part of it. It's your turn."
"Okay." Flora did the same stretching routine Jason had, trying to reach
her shopping bag without leaving the bed, but she didn't make it.
She whooped loudly, looking silly. She twisted as she slid off the bed, and
landed on her ass. A look of surprise stole over her face, and her mouth made
a large `O'. "Oof! Uh, guys, I do NOT recommend doing that when you have
giant Ben-Wa balls inserted in your twat."
"I'll try to remember," said Jason wryly, "common, show her the you-know-
whats- I want to see the expression on her face."
Slowly, Flora pulled out of her bag the brightest pieces of rubber Mandy had
ever seen. They were just latex stockings, but they were the loudest shade of
fluorescent green imaginable. When Flora held them up in front of her purple
skirt, Mandy closed her eyes.
"I think I'm getting a headache," she said.
"Aw, come on," pleaded Flora, "neon is all the rage right now. I mean, I'm
the one that has to wear them."
"And I have to look at them. That is SICK, girl." Flora pouted.
"Fine, wear them if you must, but NOT when you're around me. I expressly
forbid it."
Jason grinned. "Sick huh? Coming from you, that's saying something." He
ducked her swing, barely evading a face-full of pillow.
"Okay," said Flora, "you hinted you had something else. Give."
"Piggy. You already got your present. This is for Jason. Sort of."
She pulled out a bundle of leather straps with a dildo in the middle and
handed it to him. It was a head harness, with a hollow dildo sprouting from
the front of the mouth plate, and a sponge stuffed leather gag on the back.
It wasn't the first time he had seen one, but it was definitely different from
the one Flora had used on him. This one had a few more straps, and some
funny-looking small hooks on the straps at the side of the mouth and chin.
There was another clip, without a hook, mounted on the strap at the top of the
nose. The biggest difference though, was the fact that the nose area was
covered by a rubber molding, and the dildo was hollow, with holes in it. They
were large holes, with rounded edges, about a third of the way down the shaft.
It was a little hard to figure out what the whole thing was meant to
accomplish.
"This is for me, huh?" asked Jason dubiously.
"Gee, I like it already," chirped Flora.
"You would."
"Don't squabble children, it isn't becoming," chided Mandy. "We've got
almost an hour until the Dealers room opens, why don't we try it on and make
sure it fits? It was custom made, it had better."
"WE?" asked Jason sarcastically, "I don't think it will fit all of us at
once."
"Laugh while you can, monkey-boy," intoned Mandy in an odd voice, her face a
mask of mock seriousness. "C'mere." She undid a buckle and held the device
open for him.
Pouting meekly, Jason bowed his head, and she pulled it on. The harness, or
trainer, or whatever it was, fit pretty much like the other head harness, the
big gag filling his cheeks with the taste of tanned leather. He immediately
realized that there was a tube through the gag, and that the only way he could
get air was through the holes in the dildo. He didn't like the way this was
beginning to look. The air whistled in and out through the holes as he
breathed, making him feel a little self-conscious.
Well, this is different, he thought. He wondered what the little fixtures
were for. He might have known.
"Off with the skirt, girl," ordered Mandy.
"Oh yes ma'am, Mistress ma'am," said Flora, who had begun fingering the
bumpy crotch of her briefs against herself.
"Don't get smart, or I'll tie you in the closet and we'll go without you.
The briefs, too," she added. "Now lose the balls."
Flora pouted, but complied. Mandy took them from her and put them in the
bathroom sink to be washed later.
Flora made an interesting picture, nude from the waist to her shoes, with
the hideous purple patent jacket for contrast. She looked expectantly at
Mandy.
"Well?" said Mandy, "get up here." She patted the bed. "You," she said to
Jason, "can get down on the floor where you belong." Jason climbed down and
knelt by the side of the bed. Mandy situated Flora across the bed on her
back, shoving the bed toward the wall with the dresser. She had Flora lie
flat, her ass hanging over the edge of the bed a little, and her heels up on
the dressers edge. "Now be a good little slut and rub yourself off for me.
Don't come, either."
"Come over here." This directed at Jason. She maneuvered Jason until he
was sitting in front of Flora's exposed crotch, his legs under the bed.
"Huh. I oughta do something about those hands," Mandy said. She went to
their bags, and opened one. When she pulled leather cuffs and adjustable
straps out of it, Jason remembered that she had promised to bring along a play
bag. She attached the straps to the bed legs on the other side, and using the
cuffs, she stretched his ankles out diagonally, his legs under the bed,
pulling him toward Flora.
"Mmmffm." Jason eyed Flora's beckoning crotch, her fingers busy on her
clit, with only limited eagerness. He knew that he'd be unable to breathe if
the dildo went in very far. The rubber molding over his nose sealed it off
completely. He was a little disappointed at that, because he'd be unable to
smell or taste anything except the leather gag for the duration. He stared at
her labia rings, and suddenly he knew what the fastenings on the trainers
straps were for.
Mandy produced a wide leather belt with attached cuffs, buckled it around
his waist, and made his wrists fast. He leaned forward a little, knowing what
had to come next.
She disappointed him somewhat by turning her attentions to Flora. She took
another wide belt and two more long adjustable straps from the bag, fastened
the belt around Flora's waist, and the straps between the belt and the bed
legs on Jason's side of the bed. Next she put a half hood of leather over
Flora's head, blocking her sight. As an afterthought, she added Flora's
personal stereo headphones, selecting a tape with a hard-driving dance beat.
Finally, she dribbled a little lube on Flora's busy fingers. Flora worked it
into her snatch, although it appeared she hardly needed it.
"That's enough," chastised Mandy, "remember, I forbade you to come."
"Now then," she added, turning to Jason's harness, "this may take a little
fiddling. I want it just right." She aligned the dildo carefully with
Flora's cunt, then shoved his head toward it. Carefully, she attached each of
the five rings from Flora's outer labia to the corresponding clip on the
straps of Jason's head harness. There were now ten rings around his mouth
keeping his face nearly buried in Flora's crotch. He had to pull back a
little to get air through the dildo. He could see Flora's outer lips
stretched taught as he inhaled desperately. Despite his nose being almost
completely blocked, he caught a whiff of her scent- sweaty, musky.
He heard Flora moan softly from the tugging sensations.
"Don't pull too hard now, boy- wouldn't want to stretch her all out of
shape, would you?"
Jason was beginning to think that Mandy had forgotten something important.
How was he supposed to breathe? "MMM-MM!" he said as loudly as he could.
Heard through the breathing tube and gag it wasn't very loud. Mandy looked up
sharply at him.
"Don't panic boy, I know what I'm doing."
Jason wasn't entirely convinced, but he kept silent, concentrating instead
on breathing slowly and deeply through the dildo, his heart pounding in his
chest and his blood rushing in his ears. He stared at Flora's snatch from
just inches away, and watched a trickle of sweat inch it's way down from her
belly toward her pussy. For some reason, the words of that general in `Dr.
Strangelove' came to him suddenly- "Precious bodily fluids..." For a moment,
the whole scene seemed absurd, as if he had become a bemused outside observer.
Mandy's hand was on the back of his head again. "Take a deep breath," she
said. She pushed him inward a little further, and the dildo inched it's way
further between Flora's lips. He stared at the thick gold ring through
Flora's clit. Flora's clit was quite a bit smaller than Mandy's.
Strange that I never noticed that before, he thought.
Mandy's fingers appeared in his view, pulled on the clit ring, as if seeing
just how far Flora could be stretched.
He heard Flora's corresponding "Aah! Ooohh, I like, I like," coming from
above. He also felt his lungs begin the first hints of complaint. Well, he
thought, trying to stay calm, if I have to smother this way, there are worse
ways to go...
Mandy's fingers appeared in front of his eyes, and attached the clip at his
nose to the ring dangling in front of his eyes. The fingers disappeared
again.
Now what do I do, thought Jason. He backed out slowly, watching the ring.
There was quite a bit of slack between the length of the clip and the rings
diameter. Just as the breathing holes cleared Flora's cunt, the ring and clip
came taught, and started tugging on her clit. A little bit more tension, and
her lips were stretched taught- he couldn't pull back any further. But at
least he could breathe. Slowed by the small breathing holes and gag, He
pulled in a huge lung full of air. He wanted to pleasure Flora, but he wanted
to breathe even more.
He waited until his breathing calmed down, then pushed the dildo in again on
his own. He felt her thighs move somewhat around him, felt his head being
moved by the harness as she moved her hips.
He pulled out again. Immediately, he felt her hands on his head, urging him
back in. But he HAD to get a breath! He gulped air, and plunged in again.
The idea occurred to him that he could probably exhale while the dildo was
inside her. He pushed his breath out a little. The incredibly obscene sound
that resulted made him try to laugh, despite the fact that he had no air to
laugh with. Flora's hands tightened on his head and in his hair, and more
moans issued from somewhere above.
Then he remembered that you weren't supposed to blow into a woman- some
medical reason or other he had read somewhere. He went back to breathing as
best he could on alternate strokes, Flora's hands urging him on. It occurred
to him that Flora probably wasn't aware of his breathing problem, and would
just go on shoving his face into her.
He couldn't see what Mandy was doing. Probably just watching and jilling
off, he thought.
Finally, Flora's thighs clamped around his head, immobilizing him, and as he
struggled desperately for air, he felt her shudder in a single, brief orgasm.
...to be continued. --
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