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Heather 17b (ff)
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Subject: REPOST: HEATHER 17B [F/F]
Date: Wed, 28 Jun 1995 05:59:15 UTC
Warning: The material that follows is adult in nature,
containing graphic sex descriptions. If you are not over
18, or if such material is offensive to you, stop here and
move on to another story.
See the introduction to the Heather series at the beginning
of Part 1. However, all parts can be enjoyed more or less
on their own. Post comments to alt.sex.stories.d or e-mail
me at the anon id.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 17b
BY "RAMAPO"
They discovered the cabin locked and empty. Paula found the hidden key
and let them in. A note on the table from Monica
said that they had a call from the ranch and had to go back to
take care of business. They hoped they stay a few days and
enjoy themselves and would see them both later in the week. So
they had the cabin to themselves. They gave each other a big
grin and headed off to get some dinner. It had been morning
since either had eaten anything (with the exception of Paula, as
she reminded Heather with a wicked grin) and they were starved.
After dinner, Paula gave Heather the grand tour of the
cabin and the lake. The cabin was very beautifully equipped,
with very large, airy bedrooms with king sized beds. A large,
very well sound-proofed electric generator provided power
without noise. The basement had a fully equipped workout room.
After the and cleaning up, they went out on the porch and
sat on a swing and watched the stars come out. The evening air
was much cooler now, and the very gentle breeze rustled the
leaves in the treetops from time to time. Heather finally moved
over to a chair and put her feet up on the rail. Paula moved
over next to her and perched on the high railing, feet on the
deck. As they talked, Heather began running her long
fingernails up and down the inside of Paula's long leg. Over
time, the gentle trace raised an urgent need in Paula to have it
go higher and higher. She shifted her legs apart, pressing the
right one tightly against Heather's thigh, opening up access to
her honey pot. In the darkness, Heather could hear her
breathing grow more and more ragged as her caress went higher.
She finally stopped just a fraction short of direct contact with
the now very sensitive nerves, pulsating against the tight
fabric of her panties.
Not shy, she simply stepped out of her shorts and peeled
off the panties and said, "Higher. Do me. I need you to stroke
me and eat me and fuck me. Please, hurry. I've wanted you to
do me ever since the truck ride."
She sighed as an index finger traced the outline of her
black, full bush, then, after some tentative probes, eased
inside her to the hilt. The finger pressed, turned, pressed,
withdrew and began a slow, tantalizing fuck as her cum began to
flow like a faucet. Paula was groaning now. A second finger
joined the first, spreading the pussy wider, demanding and
getting entrance. Then, a third. The groaning became a eager
monologue of passion.
"Yessssss. Oh, God. That's so GOOD! Deeper. Yes. Fuck
it. Fuck my needy hole. Ohhhhhhhh....YESSSSSSS!!!" She was
shouting now, her hips bouncing on the railing, an arm around a
porch post for support. Her head was back, hair falling out and
down behind her head, body shaking. Heather leaned forward and
knelt between Paula's legs and smoothly replaced her plunging
fingers with her tongue, sweeping up the torrent of cum pouring
from the lust of this sweet box, and probing inside, driving
Paula up, higher and higher. Her orgasm took her in an intense
grip, and stars exploded in her brain.
"OH! LICK IT! SUCK IT! LICK! SUCK! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT! SHIT!
IMGOINGIMGOINGGGGGGGG.....!!!!! The last one continuous shout
of glorious passion and lust as she shook and trembled.
After that send off, they sat together on the porch for a
while, then headed for bed. Heather's room was upstairs on the
opposite side from the one Paula would be using, they waved good
night and she closed the door. Able to take in the room with
more time, she was surprised to find that it was fully equipped
with a VCR, television fed from a satellite dish on the roof
which she hadn't noticed either, a good selection of books and
VCR's, and a note reminding the occupant that a full library of
books and films was available off the basement and to return
anything she took out before she left.
A bit tired, she took a shower, letting the water cascade
off her back for a while, then towled down and returned to the
room and slipped into a plain cotton nightgown left on the foot
of the bed. It fit very well, but didn't do anything for her
shape.
She turned down the sheets and killed the lights, sliding
into bed. AS she placed her head on the pillow, she felt a hard
object underneath, and pulled it out. Turning on the light, she
found a VCR with a note attached. It was from Monica.
"Sorry we never got a chance to talk. A friend in the
movie business sent this along the other day and I think you'll
enjoy it. Let me know what you think.- Monica" The note said.
The title on the film was "The Best Laid Plans". Curious,
she slid the film into the VCR and started up the TV, adjusting
the sound lower, she remembered Paula telling her the rooms were
sound-proofed. "You could shoot an elephant in there and no one
would hear the gun" were the words she had used. She killed the
lights again and the film started.
The scene was a very nicely furnished business ante-room,
with several hardback, stuffed chairs, side tables with coffee
and refreshments on one side of the room and other tables with
brochures and other papers on the other. As the camera panned
the room, a door at one end opened and several women entered,
dressed in very nice business attire, chatting as they walked
in. The stopped at the table and got some pamphlets and moved
over to a corner. Other people entered, all young women, very
smartly dressed and slowly, approximately twenty people filled
the room. One of the women, a blond with long, curly hair in a
pale suit, moved around the room, checking on everything and
speaking briefly to everyone. As she moved away to the table
with the coffee on it, the doors opened again and three women
entered, the camera moving in for closer shots. Two of the
women, very pretty, we a little older than the rest and the rest
of the room watched them out of the corner's of their eyes.
These were clearly the boss and a client. The boss began
introducing the woman around the room with brief introductions.
The other woman, dressed in a very conservative dark outfit,
with a single long, dark braid of shiny hair, followed behind,
introducing herself behind her boss. She was the administrative
aide to the client, who was doing her best to avoid her.
Finally, the aide, standing by herself looking a little
indecisive for a moment, turned and went over toward the coffee
table, coming up along side the blond, who did not look over.
The camera moved to the other side of the table and for the
first time, the two women were seen close up.
The brunette spoke first. "You are supposed to have some
package." She poured and stirred her coffee.
The blond smiled and turned. Even the suit couldn't hide
the very full figure. The blouse gaped strategically in front,
revealing striking cleavage.
"Nice of you to say so. I'm afraid you have me at a
disadvantage. Hello, I'm Tina."
The brunette turned and started to say, "No, I mean.." her
eyes fell on the swelling bosom, long neck and beautiful face
and she stammered. Finally looking up, she said, "I meant, they
told me to pick up a package from you. I'm Sue, Miss Locklear's
assistant."
Tina's face was suddenly serious. "I have to talk to you
during the break. Remember, I'm on channel 15 and the code is
'Snatch'.
Just then, another door opened and they all went into a
darkened, very plush high tech briefing room. Each person had a
very plush, high sided leather seat that they sank back into,
almost completely out of view of anyone else in the room. Small
monitors on arms could be swung in to only they could see the
screen. A small key pad was attached to each arm of the chair,
with one-half of the entire keyboard on each pad. You could
type without moving your hands. Tina stood up and welcomed
everybody, then gave them a quick run down on the working of the
equipment.
"We will be giving you a full briefing on the services and
benefits for doing business with our firm. We hope you find it
stimulating."
She resumed her seat and the light dimmed further and a
large screen at the front of the room began to play an intro
film. She kept watch on her monitor and about ten minutes into
the droning pitch, a single word suddenly appeared.
"Tina?"
"Yes. Sue?"
"Yes. ?"
"I know you are in trouble."
"What do you mean?"
"I know about the tape Locklear has of you and your --
friend. I know she is using it to pressure you."
"How.."
"We have sources."
"OK, what do you want?"
"Aside from a good look at you without the jacket, I think
I can help you."
"I don't think anyone can help me."
"Look, talk to me at the break. I can explain. Believe
me, this is your lucky day."
The screen stopped blinking and the movie faded to a scene
with everyone coming out of the room for a break. After a bit,
Tina came over to Sue and Miss Locklear in the corner and
offered to show Sue how the multi-media room operated. They
went back inside the briefing room.
Tina pulled her up to the front of the room and started
talking fast. "Just listen. Your boss got my boss to set up
this session so they could film a porn show in here. My boss
has hired a female hooker to come in later in the show, under
the table when no one can see, and do a job on Locklear. They
have the cameras set up to film everyone's reaction to her
getting off, especially you. She wants it as a keep sake.
Likes to know others are watching. My boss is going to keep a
copy of the tape and blackmail Locklear for the business. To
add to the excitement, she's having Locklear's coffee or
whatever spiked with a drug that will get her really aroused and
believe me, when it hits her, they could burn the building down
around her and she would still want it. When I did the
background on your company, I ran across some things that didn't
add up and did some more digging and found out she's got you
under her thumb. It pissed me off, since they were going to
film me as well. So, if you are in, here's my plan."
"I've got the cameras set up to film everyone but us two.
After the incident is over, I have to go to the recording room
upstairs and make a quick copy of the tape for my boss to give
to Locklear and give the master to my boss. Well, we'll just
run off two extra copies for us."
"You've got to be kidding. In front of all these people
she's going to let..."
"Honey, when that shit hits her system, she's going to be
begging anything that moves to do her. Sue, are you in with me?
I'll need your help to make the copies so there won't be a
delay."
People began walking back into the room. Tina began
talking louder about a few technical things on one of the
keypads.
Sue nodded her head and said, "I think I understand. Thank
you for sharing all that with me. It'll take a few moments to
take this all in and know what to do."
Tina replied, "If there is anything I can do to help you,
let me know." In a low voice she said. "15 Snatch, I'll be
waiting for an answer." She touched the woman's arm. "Seize
the moment, baby. Go for it."
Sue headed for her seat and Tina ducked outside and ran
into the assistant who's job it was to spike Locklear's coffee.
"How'd that go? Mission accomplished?"
"No problem, just before you all took your break, I spiked
the coffee, just like she said. Put the whole bottle in, just
to be sure!"
"Not the whole pot of coffee! Oh, my God!" Her mind raced
and she realized she had had a cup of coffee during the break.
It would only be a short while before she too would feel the
effects of the drug. Things were not going well.
Back in her seat, there was a message from Sue. "We have a
big problem. Locklear sent me a note saying she had the coffee
spiked with a sex drug to see what everybody's reaction will be
during the meeting and to take notes for future use! I had two
cups during the break."
Tina didn't have the heart to tell her it was worse than
she thought. The briefing went on.
It was the first flush of heat that flushed her face and
chest that told her the drug was hitting. A mild feeling of
arousal was an added effect and within moments, she felt a
growing need to be aroused. Her nipples rose and pushed her
blouse up in distinct points. Nipples that needed to be
squeezed and stroked. Her hand was involuntarily reaching up,
cupping the breast, long fingertip sliding up and around the
hard tip, probing and tweaking the tender flesh. The friction
sent a flame up her spine and she gave a slight gasp.
Across the way, Sue was in even worse straits. Her head
was pushed back into the plush chair, mouth slightly open, and
her top was now unbuttoned, with a hand boldly slipped inside
her blouse, a nipple firmly grasped and being worked. Her body
was pulsing in reaction to the stimulation. Her other hand was
tracing the inside of her thigh, pushing her skirt up higher and
higher.
(To Be Continued...)
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