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Kristen by Big- Guy Lurch
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.
Kristen
By Big-Guy Lurch
This story is pretty tame by asb standards, and it takes a while to get
going, but that's kinda because of the factual basis behind this fictional
story. I wasn't going to post it, but hell, I wrote it, I might as well
post it and see what the home audience thinks. This is my first attempt, it
was written for someone, and I did it in a few hours. I think that's
enough disclaimer. If you think it's a waste of bandwidth, well, you were
warned.
This is a story about two people, a girl who was 18 at the time, and
a boy, who was 20. It is fictional, but I drew on my memory of some real
life experiences when writing it.
* * *
He pulled the car over to the curb and shut it off. Kristen's was in
the driveway, so she should be home he thought to himself. He drew in a deep
breath, and just sat in the car a moment, thinking. Kristen was a friend of
one of his friend's girlfriend, and he had only just met her a week or so ago.
Well, he was going back to college, and wouldn't see her for a while, so what
did he have to lose, he thought to himself. Just go with it, see what happens,
how bad could things turn out? He got out of the car and shut the door. As
he approched the house, he thought about what she had said the other night:
stop by and see me before you go back to school on Sunday. Well he was here,
but he didn't know how this visit was going to turn out, and he wanted it to
go well, he didn't have a girlfriend, and it would be nice to have someone to
do things with when he was back in town. He approched the front door and rang
the bell. And he waited. He could hear something moving inside the house, but
the door was not answered. Then he heard a cal from inside, "Give me a second
to put the dog out. I'll be there in a second." A minute later she opened
the door. Holy Shit! She stood in the doorway, a rubbing a towel in her hair.
"Hi, come in, I just got out of the shower, sorry for the wait." He followed
her through the door, as she continued to dry her hair with the towel. She was
looking quite fine in her white terry robe, legs slightly damp below it's edge.
Her hair was hanging down her back now, glistening in the light. It was a beau-
tiful light brown, with some looking almost blond in the light. "Have a seat,"
she offered, "I'll be back in a second as soon as I straighten up the bathroom"
He sat down on the couch, and watched her disappear into the bathroom. In a
minute she was back, setting down in a chair across from him, crossing her legs,
still wearing her white bathrobe. Quite probably totally naked beneath he
thought. They started talking about this and that, but his attention was drawn
to where her robe parted, revealing a little cleavage. The bottom was coming
open slightly also, and revealing more of her wonderful legs, still slightly
damp. His lust grew, but he attempted to surpress it. He didn't want her to
know, not yet, and he didn't know how she would respond, having only met a
short time before. "Would it make you feel more comfortable if you went and
put something on?" he asked her. "No that`s ok, I feel comfortable enough
like this," Kristen replied. Oh boy, he thought, what's that supposed to mean?
They continued to talk for another half hour, seemingly enjoying each others
company. "Kristen, I want to make sure I let you know this before, I go back
down to school, so i'm just gonna lay it on you, since I'm not good letting
my feelings show. "Kristen, ever since we met I'v been thinking about you,
lusting for you, driving myself nuts over you." "I realize since you just
broke up your last relationship, you might not be ready to start anything new
just yet, but I had to say something." "I feel kinda stupid for having said
this in this way, like a horny highschool student with a crush on you, but
that`s how I feel."
"That's ok, I appreciate your directness. Yes, I'm still a little screwed
up from the thing with Mike, I really never felt for him what he felt for me.
And no, I don't want to start anything serious now, but maybe in time it could
happen." "You don't know very much about me at all, do you?"
"No, I don't, and I find it strange that I'm drawn so strongly to you,
knowing so little about you."
"Well, I should warn you that I'm a little weird, but you'll get to know
more about that in time..."
* * * * * * * * *
That was all he saw of her that day, he had to get on the road and get
back to school. It hadn't gone really badly, but he had been hoping it would
have come out better. She had turned him down without really turning him down,
or so he thought. What did I really expect? he thought to himself. Of course
she's not gonna embrace me and say I love you just after we've met. Well, I
guess I'll call her when I get back into town and see what happens.
* * * * * * * * *
He wrote her a few letters from school, and she actually answered two
of them. She hadn't found anyone new yet, and one guy who had been hitting
on her she must have turned down spectacularly, because she said he called
her a, "Sick Bitch!"
* * * * * * * * *
"Hello, Kristen, it's me, ... , yea, how have you been? Oh, ..., I'm gonna
be in town for 2 days, ...., sure, how about 8:30?, ..., ok, Well we'll talk
then I guess. 'bye." Wow, what a change. She asked me out! Musta been a
lonely three months in this little hick town.
* * * * * * * * *
He pulled the car up across the street from her house again, and got out.
She met him at the door to the porch, ready to go already. She was wearing a
marroon sweater and black slacks, with black leather boots. The weather was
chilly and a little bit damp. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders, catch-
ing the light from the street lights. Her perfume was turning him on something
fierce. He could hardly drive straight on the way to the restaurant. The place
was a chinese joint called the Dragon Hut. They ordered and spent the next hour
talking:
"So what's happened in this town since I've been gone?"
"Well I've been kinda lonely. I didn't think I'd miss having someone
so much. There's been things to do, and school and work and all that, but,
I kinda feel a hole in myself."
"Well, college isn`t what I'd call a thrill-a-minute either, not with
my course load."
The conversation degenearated into small talk for most of the meal.
When they were finished he suggested, "How would you like go to the show? It
doesn't start for another half hour, we've got plenty of time to make it."
"I'd rather just go back to my place, we can rent something, or watch one
of the tapes we've got. I'm sure we can find plenty to talk about and do,
besides, you want to get to know me better, and I've got some things to tell
you....."
"Ok, that's fine with me." Boy, she was kinda taking charge tonight he
thought. Wonder if she's always like this? The rumor he had heard was she
prefered to let the guy take charge. Well it looked like that rumor was
definitely bullshit. But what did he know?
* * *
They arrived back at her place about 10:30, and went inside. Her parents
weren't in evidence, and he wondered if they were gone for the night. She
turned the t.v. on, and walked into the kitchen. He followed her.
"Would you like something to drink? We've got coke, pepsi, dew, and beer."
"I'll have a beer'" he said, more than half expecting a root-beer. To his
surprise she handed him a bottle of Miller High Life. She grabbed a coke for
herself, and went to a cabinet and got a little rum to spice up the coke.
"Are your parents gonna mind that we're over here drinking?" he asked.
"Oh, no, they're in Chicago for the weekend. I don't expect them back till
tommorrow night. Dad 'll never notice that he's short a beer or two, and if he
does, he'll think my brother came home and swiped `em."
They went into the living room and he sat down on the couch. She sat down
right next to him, almost on top of him, she was setting so close. There was
some movie just starting on USA, one of those B movies they always play on
"Up All Night," they decided to give it a chance, ands started watching "Sam
Hell Comes to Frogtown" and talking. The movie was about a group of nurses
who had one of the last potent males alive after a war or something, and they
were trying to get him to impregnate as many fertile females as they could find
in order to perpetuate the race, in short it was a little weird, but it did
stimulate the conversation a bit.
"Kinda different movie isn't it?" she offered.
"I'll say. Probably some horny director's version of a wet dream."
"Well, hom many guys do you know who wouldn't kinda enjoy being forced
to have sex with that many women?"
"Oh Boy, Loaded Question, I think I'll keep my mouth shut on that one."
"Well...," she trailed off, "Would you like another beer?"
"I guess so, I'll go get it."
"No, I will," she jumped up and ranfor the kitchen. Well, that settles
that he thought. He decided to stretch out on the couch to see what would
happen when she got back. She came in set the beer on the end table and pounced
nced on him, almost knocking the breath out of him.
"If your gonna take up the whole couch, I'm just gonna have to set on you
you know!"
"Be my guest." he said.
She was laying on him, face to face, a slight smile on her face. He lifted
his head slightly, and she bent down, and they kissed. And kissed. After a
while they shifted positions slightly, so they could both lay on their sides,
and still see the TV.
"You still don't know very much about me," she wispered.
"No, but I think I'm finding out more as we go," he said.
In the movie, Sam and the one nurse were about to enter Frogtown, and
inorder to blend in better, the nurse was letting Sam lead her by a leash
and collar around her neck. For some reason, Kristen's body quivered for just
a moment. She was getting a little aroused, both from the movie, and from his
prescense behind her, holding her. She tried to think of a way to explain it
to him, but she couldn't come up with a good way. Then she felt a pressure
grow by her back. He was getting a bit of an erection wasn't he! No time
like the present...
"What do you think about that?"
"What?"
"Sam leading that nurse dressed like that into town on a leash."
"Guess"
"I'd say it turned you on a bit from what I feel in my back."
"UH, well, yea, it did, but you're the main cause of it."
"I am, am I? Well, Supposing you were Sam, how would that make you feel?"
"What? How would dragging a half naked woman around on a leash make me
feel? Woah! That's some heavy shit. I don't know... I suppose if something
like that ever happens, I'll deal with it then. I've got some pretty kinky
friends down at school, and when I occassionally hear about their exploits,
it turns me on a little bit I guess... Why, how would being dragged around
on a leash half naked make you feel?"
"Well, I don't think I'll answer that right now."
"Well, I always said what's good for the gander is good for the goose. I
gave you a pretty much straight answer, how about reciprocating?"
"Ok, I'll tell you, but lets finish watching th movie first, its starting
to get interesting again..."
* * * *
They finished watching the movie, and she rolled over and kissed him.
He embraced her firmly, and they held the kiss for a minute or two.
"Come upstairs, I've got something to show you," she said in a low voice,
still kissing him. "You like surprises don't you?"
"Of course." He wondered what she had up her sleeve.
He followed her up the stairs, her hand still in his. She entered the room
and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the bed and sat down on it.
"I hope I don't scare you with what I'm about to show you," she said looking
him in the eyes.
"There's nothing you could do that would scare me too badly right now," he
replied. "I think I can deal with anything."
"Well, I said I'd tell you how that scene in the movie would make me feel,"
she started, "It would turn me on something fierce." "I think a guy who can
take control, and make me his slave, even if only for a temporary period of
time, is incredibly sexy. I've never known anybody who was willing to do
that."
"Come here," he ordered. "Set down next to me." "Is that what you like?
"Somebody who orders you around a little bit, or is it more than that?"
"Go ahead and tell me, it's not gonna scare me."
"Look in my bottom dresser drawer," she said a little sheepishly, "in the
blue shoe box."
He opened the drawer, and removed the box, setting it on the bed between
them. It was pretty heavy, what did she have in here? He opened it. Inside
was a plastic bag. He removed the bag and opened it. What was this? There
were some black and metallic objects in the bag. He reached in and removed
one. Out came a pair of black leather wrist cuffs. He looked at them for a
second until he figured out what they were, and then he caught on. He dug
through the bag until he found about 3 master locks, and the keys to them.
He looked up at her, and paused for a moment, looking into her eyes. She had
a look of apprehension in them, at once worried that she had gone too far by
showing him this so soon, and at the same time anxiously hoping he would take
the stuff and know what to do with it.
"I'm kinda into bondage," she said rather timidly.
Well, he wasn't a total idiot, he knew some people really enjoyed
these bondage games, and apparently Kristen was one of them. "I've never done
anything like this, I'm just gonna have to improvise," he thought to himself.
"Shit, what am I doing," he thought. "I guess I'll chalk this one up to
expanding my horizons, he decided.
"Hold out your hands in front of you." he growled. She complied, a slight
smile showing on her face. She'd made a good call. It looked like he was
gonna play along, and might even know what he was doing.
He locked the cuffs around her wrists, and then locked them together. Still
holding the lock in his hand, he dug through the bag again, knowing that
somewhere there had to be some rope or chain or something. He found a piece,
and pushed her onto her back on the bed. Forcing her hands above her, he
fastened them to the headboard, and gave it a yank to see how sturdy it was. The
bed didn't even creak, it was as solid as three feet of cement. She was really,
truly, helpless. The reality of this suddenly hit him. He held her life in his
hands, quite literally, what if I was some crackpot rapist murder? What could
she do? Nothing. She had trusted him, really trusted him, and he decided he
could trust her, if it ever came to that...
"How do I know when to stop?" he asked. "If I say 'Uncle', then
stop doing whatever it is you're doing." "Have you ever done anything like
this before?" she questioned him.
"Nope."
"Well, you're on a roll, wing it, we'll talk after it's over.... Master."
So she likes to play rolls too, he mused. Well, I can improvise on that
too I guess. Woah! Shit! What a night! I don't believe I'm doing this. He
took a deep breath to calm himself down slightly. He looked in the bag again.
Removing two ankle cuffs, he looked at her, and grabbed her left ankle. He
pulled it close to the edge of the bed, and fastened it to the short footboard
at its end, again testing its strength. Solid like a rock. This has got to
be the most well built bed I've ever seen. He walked to the other side of the
bed, and looked at her. "Give me your other ankle, Slave!" She did nothing
he reached up and slapped her thigh through the slacks. "Do as I say Slave.
You do not know what I might do if you don't comply, perhaps even if you do
comply. Now the ankle. NOW!" She slowly offered her leg to him, and he
took it and had it secured moments later. She now lay on the bed, with her legs
spread, and her hands directly above her head. He reached up and pulled her
sweater over her head, so that it was bunched up on her arms. He undid her bra
which fortunately hooked in the front, and with a deft move, removed it from
her. Leaning down, he took a nipple, quite erect already, into his mouth.
He kneaded her flesh with his tongue, occasionally scraping it justaa bit with
his teeth. He reached down, and began to remove her slacks, while continuing to
work on the nipple. Shit! How do I get these off of her, while she's tied?
He gave the nipple a bit of a nip, and she inhaled sharply. He got up, and
undid her right leg from the bed, moving it to the other side to join her left
one, and reattached it. He then reached up and peeled her slacks from her body.
Well, what's this? No panties. Eliminates the need to remove them I guess.
Her slacks now around her ankles, he freed one leg,and sliped it through, then
refastened it. He did the same with the other, and then moved her right leg
back to the other side of the bed. Leaning forward, with his tongue he bagan
to trace a path up her thigh, across her stomach to her other nipple. Grasping
it with his teeth, he flicked his tongue quickly across it's tip. With his
right hand h reached down between her legs, feeling the moist warmth radiating
from her. He rubbed the exterior of her mound with a finger, then
excruciationly slowly, he slipped the finger into her. It entered easily, she
was ready, virtually steaming inside. He found her clit and circled it's base
with a fingertip, being careful not to touch it, not yet. He'd let her hang on
the edge for a minute or two. She was breathing heavily, and her hands were
straining slightly against the cuffs on her wrists. He gave her nipple a tweak
with his teeth and began to work on her clit with his fingers. She shuddered
again. He changed over to her other breast and began to work it in a similar
fashion. A quiver ran through her. She was getting close he thought. She
began to breathe quicker, and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
She was almost there. He bit down on the nipple, giving the other a pinch
with his free hand, and suddenly squeezing her clit sharply. She went over the
edge right then. Her body thrashed and strained at the cuffs restraining her.
Then she went almost limp, breathing deeply and quickly. Geez, if she hadn't
been tied down, I might'a got hut there, he thought. That had to be about
the most powerful orgasm he had ever seen. "I know she didn't fake that," he
chuckled to himself, "no way."
"Ohhh," she gazed up at him.
"Well, now that I know my slave is ready, the fun will begin." he said,
looking down her. removed s clohes and sat down on the bed.
"THE Slave will now give her Master a Blow Job," he stated. She nodded
agreement. He straddled her, ofering himself to her, an inch from her mouth.
she leaned forward to take it with her tongue. He slid forward as she took it,
so she wouldn't have to strain her neck as much. As she began to suck him off
he reached behind her head and placed his hand at the base of her skull.
Slowly, he forced himself a little deeper into her throat. He felt it tighten,
but she did not gag. What a feeling. He looked down at the beutiful face
below him, cheeks wrapped around his engorged cock, dark eyes gazing up at him.
"Uhh, Uhh, ohh yeaaa..," he shot his wad down her throat. She swallowed
squeezing him. He withdrew slightly, and she licked the sides of his shaft,
cleaning it. He pulled out and she tongued the last little drop from
the end. "A fine job Slave!" He lean over and kissed her. "Well, let's
see what else is in this bag." He picked it up and dumped it's contents on the
floor. He selected a pair of clothes pins from the pile, and checked the
springs - they had been weakened, perfect. He took a piece of string from the
bag and ran it through the center of the springs, but didn't tie it. He
attached them to her nipples, and pulled the string tight enough that it bent
her nipples toward each other. She shifted her position slightly, and closed
her eyes, a soft sound came from her throat, almost like a cat purring. He
continued searching through the pile on the floor.
"Master?"
"Yes Slave?"
"There are more things in the drawer, here and there."
He went to the drawer and began digging through it. Discovering a slim
shaft, no more than 3/4 inch wide, with a cord running out of it, gave him
an idea. She could not see him from where she was, and so didn't see what he
was digging out. He looked for some KY or something. Shit, there wasn't any
here. He stood up careful to conceal what he was holding from her, and left
the room headed for the bathroom. Digging through the closet he found what he
sought, a tube of lube. He returned to the bedroom, laying the things on the
floor. He mounted the bed, lube in hand.
"There is no need for that, Master, I am quite wet already."
"Oh yes there is! Now be quiet." He reached into her. Indeed, she was
very wet. But for where that vibe was going, she'd need some lube. Heh, Heh.
He applied some to his fingers. He leaned forward, kissing her, and reached
below to her anus. She wasn't quite aware of what was going on until his finger
found her rectum, and began working the lubricant into it. He squeezed out
some more lube, and worked it in too.
"I've never.., uhh, ..," she trailed off, unsure of wether she should call
safeword, or just let things go. She had never played with her behind before,
but his slippery fingers felt kinda good back there; she wasn't sure, but
she might even enjoy this.
"I'm going to stuff this little vibrator into your ass, Slave," he stated.
"Have you ever had anything in there before, Slave?"
"No," she mumbled.
"Well then, try to relax. You will like this. Understood?"
"Yes."
He picked up the vibrator, and lubed it heavily. He reached beneath her,
rubbing her ass with his hand. He continued to rub and massage her rectum
until she began to relax it. Taking the vibrator in hand he pushed the tip
up against her anus. Slowly he slipped it inside, all the way up to the cord.
"Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhhh, Ahh, Ohh, Uhh" The vibe was now fully inside her anus.
"How does that feel Slave?"
"Uhh, tight, Uhh, well full."
"Are you in pain?"
"No."
He started to rub her breasts again, and to kiss her lips. As he felt
her get a little more excited, he turned the vibe on low. She moaned
she could feel the vibrations inside her, it was different from anything she
had ever felt before. Slowly he increased the speed. His member was now fully
recovered, and he eased himself into her. She moaned again. He began to
stroke in and out, slowly. He felt her muscles around him, squeezing, pulling
milking his sex. He increased the vibe`s speed, and his own. Her pulse was
pounding, her face flushed red. He thrust more and more powerfully, her legs
strained at the cuffs, her body convulsing. They came explosively, at just
the same instant. He kinda half collapsed beside her, holding her tightly in
his arms. When he regained his breath, he leaned over and kissed her.
"That was very good. I think you really enjoyed it too."
"Incredible. I've never felt anything like it. Could you let me loose?
I've gotta go to the bathroom."
"Ok,"
He let her loose, and she disappeared down the hall. What a night. Never
in his wildest dreams would he have expected it to come out like this. "I
don't think this little hick town will ever seem boring again," he mused.
"Guess I'll have to come home more often."
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The End
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