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Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire. Part Two
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.
LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE part two of two
by Sue
The woman can tell what you are thinking, and she decides that this is the
time to reveal the truth. She reaches up behind her neck and pulls upward and
forward. Her incredible red hair is a wig, and as it comes off and onto the
floor, it pulls off her sunglasses as well. You are looking up into the face
of a blond woman, a woman that you know very well from her self-description
that she posted on alt.sex.stories ("Sue's Overture"), a woman that you were
thinking about just as you went out to go jogging.... the very woman that you
slandered and hurt with your bullshit little bunch of lies. It is me, Sue,
the person that you said in your posting was not a real person. That's what
really pissed me off. Now I begin to talk to you, breaking the silence that
was meant to help me hide my identity. I tell you that I had been furious
with you, that you had been a total jerk to have posted that bunch of crap
about me. You are too little a man to write your own fantasies, to do
something positive and creative on the Internet. Instead, you spread false
rumors, caring not at all for the results of your fabrications. You polluted
the computer bandwidth, you spineless bastard, and your unwillingness to
answer my email to you makes your crime even worse.
So I was mad, and I still am. And now I am getting my revenge. You are still
tied to the bed. Your are desperate for my help to relieve your sexual needs.
And ultimately, you need my help to release your binds. I have gotten to
enjoy a wonderful orgasm already, and it won't be my last this afternoon.
I'll decide what to do for your needs, depending on my mood. But right now,
you are mine, and I already feel the need to enjoy another orgasm. Yours will
have to wait. Too fucking bad.
And with that, I leave the room and return with a pair of scissors, which I
use to cut away your t-shirt, and then slice up through the legs of your
pants and underwear. The feeling of the cold steel against your still-sweaty
skin is both provocative and a bit scary. You don't know much about me, and
you aren't at all sure if I am above truly harming you. All you do know is
that I am mad as hell. When I pull the clothes away from your body, you are
totally naked and it feels exposed. Your little nipples are hard, and your
cock is STILL rock hard. I go into the bathroom and return with a large towel
soaked with warm water. You may have found it sexy to lick the sweat from my
body, but I would prefer to enjoy yours when it is clean. And I rub the towel
over your chest. I rub it harder and harder, and your nipples become red and
extra sensitive, and your skin is pink. I gently wipe your face, and then
back to the bathroom to freshen the towel with more hot water, which I use to
clean your legs and then, finally, my attention is focused on your rigid
cock, which I wipe clean. Then your balls, which I handle a bit roughly, just
enough to make you nervous, not enough to truly hurt. I let the towel
continue "south" until I am cleaning your asshole and your butt cheeks. I let
the coarse terrycloth rub across your anus, and I can tell that you enjoy
that; I suppose that assholes love their assholes! Each time that I prod at
your rectum, your cock twitches, and your thighs clench. So I tease you more,
wrapping my pinky in the towel and pushing it in an inch or so and hooking it
forwards. I've read that men have a spot in their anus something like my
G-spot, and I explore for that. When I find it (and it is obvious when I do)
I only toy with it for a minute. After all, this is teasing, not satisfaction
for you, so I want to leave you with plenty to think about. Back up to your
cock I go, and tossing the towel to the side, I plant some gentle kisses on
the ridged skin of you balls, and then flutter my tongue up from there,
flicking it over the thick tubular ridge of the underside of your cock, until
I reach the raised edge of your cock-head. Instead of continuing with my
tongue, I draw back and blow on the head, making the tight purple skin dry
and shiny. I am so close that I can study every little bump and vein and
discoloration. Stretching down from your piss hole is that tight strip of
skin that pulls the tip of the head around so that the entire head looks like
a helmet. That strip of skin is so tight. I twang it with my fingertip as if
it were a guitar string. I scratch around on the dark surface of the head
with my teeth, leaving temporary tracings of pink. Then I grasp your cock in
both my hands and roll it ever-so-gently between my hands as if it were a
piece of clay that I was making into a snake. You are gasping in delight,
perhaps believing that I am going to let your balls empty their cream right
now. No such luck.
Instead, I again straddle your head, with my legs well parted and my legs
straight. Now I am going to masturbate right in front of you, and you won't
be able to enjoy anything but the view. Remember all the times you
masturbated right after reading my stories, but being unwilling to satisfy me
by writing your own stories in response. Instead, you acted like a malicious
coward by writing that dastardly note. Well now I am exacting my revenge. I
use one hand to spread my outer lips wide and upward. My clitoris is totally
exposed for your eyes, and for my enjoyment. I lick the fingers of my other
hand and immediately begin to vigorously rub my clitoris, and occasionally my
entire cunt. When I reach up into my vagina, I then take the wet fingers and
bring them down to your mouth, where you lick off the juices. Back to my
cunt, and I diddle my clitoris back and forth, and then take it between my
thumb and first finger and roll the little nub around. When my orgasm nears,
I reach all three of my middle fingers down and then backup into my vagina,
again stimulating my G-spot while the heal of my hand massages my clitoris.
My pinky reaches all the way around and teases over my puckered asshole,
flicking back and forth. My other hand is no longer needed in my cunt, so I
use it to squeeze my breasts and lightly twist and rub my nipples I am
looking straight down into your face, and I'm sure that you can see pure lust
etched across my own face. I can see it in your eyes, too. When my climax
finally hits me, I squat down suddenly, and lower my asshole right onto your
tongue, which you obligingly use to stimulate this forbidden spot. And gawd,
do I have a big orgasm. The waves of pleasure are huge, breaking and
rebuilding a dozen times. It is absolutely wonderful, heightened by the power
I feel from showing off for you, and from exacting some revenge for your
naughtiness.
I wriggle my body back down your body, leaving a wet trail of cunt juices on
your face, your chest, and your tummy. Reaching down under me, I grasp your
cock, point it upwards, and let myself down onto it all at once. It is
embedded deep into my cunt, and my little patch of blond cunt hair entwines
with your pubic hair. You've been waiting so long (more than two and a half
hours!) for this, but I'm not ready to let you off the hook yet. I lean
forwards and allow you to suck on my nipples, but my cunt remains stationary.
You push my nipple out of your mouth and beg me to ride your cock so that you
can finally have the orgasm that you NEED so badly, that you want with all
your heart. Now is the time for me to talk about promises.
You've been waiting and wanting for so long now. I don't feel too bad about
your ruined jogging cloths, or your ties, which will probably be fine. I
never caused you real pain -- although I'm sure that the teasing was
excruciating. So here is what I want to know: do you promise to stop writing
lies about me and any other person on the Internet? Will you redeem yourself
by posting a message withdrawing your previous message, and telling the world
that you were a shameful liar? Will you tell the world that Sue is an
incredible, lusty, and ever-so-real person? Will you take the energies that
you have been exerting on telling lies on the Internet, and redirect it
towards more useful actions, such as contributing to a.s.s with actual
stories, rather than bullshit comments? In the future, will you post
constructive comments in the proper place, alt.sex.stories.d (the "d" stands
for "discussion")?
If you answer all of my questions the way you now you should, I will stop
teasing you instantly. In fact, I will ride that big cock of yours right now,
for as long and as hard as it takes. My warm and wet cunt will grasp at your
cock with all its strength, and I'll reach behind me and fondle your balls
and tickle your asshole. I'll lean forwards and feed you my breasts. Your
cock will swell to a size it has never reached before, and your cock head
will be massaged and milked by my cervix. I'll make sure that you have the
most intense orgasm imaginable. You'll be smiling for hours.
If you don't promise to correct your wayward behavior, then I'll let your
yearning cock plop right out of my cunt onto your tummy, where it will flop
around like a fish out of the life-giving water that it needs. And I'll leave
you tied up there 'til you change your mind. ......... You decide. We are
both waiting and wanting. Don't disappoint me. Exercise your imagination.
Exorcise your demons. I'm still waiting.......
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