The Suit chapter V and VI (bd, M/f)

THE SUIT

Chapter V

She crested the hill and drew the reigns in. The stallion was skittish
and she patted his white mane to calm him down. She looked down the
hill to the distant harbor, and sighed. There was still no sign of his
ship. Her beloved was already two weeks late and still no sign of his
galley. She turned the horse around and headed back to the castle.
Where could he be? Thinking of him made her flush and she became
exquisitely aware of the stallion's rippling muscles beneath her
thighs. She thought back to their first encounter and soon her
breathing became heavy and she was lost in a daydream. It was only
when the stallion halted that she came out of her reverie and she
looked out in front of her. They had entered the forest and the path
was a narrow trail, tall trees lining the route. A large black
stallion stood alone in the middle of the path, saddled but
rider-less. Her own stallion was already snorting and pawing the
ground and she held a tight grip on the reigns. For a few moments she
looked around, searching for the horse's owner, but the forest was as
dark as it was quiet. She dismounted and tied her own horse to a tree.
Calling out she started searching, going ever deeper into the forest.
She was about to turn back when her body was rushed forward by a hard
force from behind. As her feet left the ground she screamed in terror
and tried to turn around. Somebody had a hold of her waist and in a
moment she was flung to the ground. As quickly as she'd been tackled
she was turned over onto her back and her wrists pinned down. For a
few moments she fought viciously, but she was held in a firm grip. At
last she was spent and she looked up into a grinning mouth. Her
assailant was seated on top of her, his hands keeping her wrists in
place. His eyes were masked and she froze in terror. A bandit! For a
few long moments they just stared at each other, she breathing as hard
as her tight corset allowed, him grinning like a cat with a mouse. She
tried to protest but he merely bent down and kissed her softly on the
lips. For a moment she struggled and then recognition came flooding
in. It was her beloved! Giggling and weeping she kissed him as hard as
she could, relief flooding all over her body. He let go of her wrists
and still kissing she embraced him, hugging him as tightly as she
could. She could feel him pulling at her coat and soon he lay between
her legs, only the chastity belt keeping them apart. Finally they
stopped kissing and he raised his head to look at her. She had so many
questions, but for now it could wait. With a mischievous grin he
produced a small key and she grinned back at him. He fiddled around
between her legs until suddenly she felt the tension over her abdomen
released and she sighed in pleasure. For the first time in almost a
year she was without the constant pressure and she felt as light as a
feather. He tested her readiness with his fingers and found her as wet
as she's ever been before. He was just as ready and she quickly helped
him undress, gasping as his cock finally sprung loose from his tight
breeches. Not even bothering to undo her corset he mounted her again,
and as the hard warm flesh entered her all she could do was moan. For
a second she wondered why he was still wearing the mask but then all
rational thought left her.

From:	Nobody@anonymous.net
Subj:	New instructions

	You are to go to the beach one Saturday out 
	of each month. 
	You are to wear only the supplied bathing suit. 
	You are to stay there for a minimum of three 
	hours during daytime. 
	You are to mingle with the crowd and may not 
	attempt to hide.  
	These instructions include the current month.

Sharon sat back and read the instructions again. She'd written them
down word for word and by now she knew them by heart. She looked out
the windscreen of her car and onto the beach. The message had come
last night, and since this was the last weekend of the current month
she'd had no choice but to come down. She felt so nervous she was sure
she was going to be sick. Just the thought of getting out of the car
was so bad she started to shiver. She'd decided to come down early in
the hopes that the beach would be deserted. To her dismay there was
already a crowd and even more people were arriving every minute. She
seriously considered going home and trying later, but she knew it
would only get worse. Taking a deep breath she prayed her legs would
hold out and she got out of the car. 
She knew he'd be around somewhere and she scanned every face she could
see. A few men were glancing her way and immediately she felt her
knees go weak. Surely they must see the suit, for heavens sake it was
as large as a house! She looked down and inspected herself. She knew
what to look for and still she couldn't notice anything strange.
Realizing that she was only putting off the inevitable she started
walking to the beach. 
She'd wanted to wrap a large towel around her body but she felt
certain he'd not accept that. Instead she walked with it flung over
her shoulder, carrying a canvas bag in the other hand. She blushed
deeply as several men openly stared at her body, following her every
move. She entered the crowd and selected a clear spot on the sand.
Opening her towel she sat down and pretended to stare out to sea. That
walk had been the most difficult of her life! She was still blushing,
waiting for her heart rate to settle. She had a hard time resisting
the urge to inspect herself again. Her mind was playing tricks and she
felt convinced that the suit must be visible. She rolled over onto her
stomach, inspecting herself as casually as she could. 
After several minutes she had calmed down enough to think straight and
she opened her bag. Three hours in the sun was going to cause havoc
with her skin and she started applying sunblock generously all over
her body. The bathing suit covered her back so at least she could get
to every bit of exposed skin. As she covered herself with the cream
she kept a lookout for her captor, but nobody drew her attention.
Several men were watching her, but none of them even looked into her
eyes. Satisfied that she'd protected herself as best she could she lay
down and started reading a book.

For the next forty minutes she tried desperately to concentrate on the
book. She was just getting into it when she realized that she was
getting uncomfortably hot. The black bathing suit drew the heat like a
magnet and soon she was baking. She tried lying on her back, but soon
her stomach was frying as well. She looked at the sea and realized
that she'd have to go for a dip. She put the book down, made sure
nobody was staring, and casually stood up. The walk down to the beach
wasn't as bad as she'd thought and as soon as she entered the cool
water she felt a lot better. She was surprised to find that she was
actually enjoying herself. She spent a long time in the water but soon
she grew tired. The suit kept pulling her down and she had to keep
kicking to stay afloat. Finally she'd had enough and she started
walking back up to the beach. As she looked up she suddenly realized
that everybody was looking at her. For a moment she almost fainted and
she then she realized that they were just facing the water. She was
merely walking into their line of sight. She relaxed somewhat but
could not resist jogging back up to her towel. It only drew more
people's attention as she came jogging past. By the time she was lying
on her towel her whole body was burning with shame. As before it took
her several minutes to calm down. Acting as if nothing was amiss she
started reading the book.

Sharon leaned back and enjoyed the warm sun. Her three hours was
almost up and by now she'd regained her confidence. She'd just
returned from her fourth outing to the waves and she had to re-apply
the sun tan lotion. As she unscrewed the top she looked around and she
smiled to herself. A teenage boy had been staring at her and he'd
blushed a deep red as she caught him in the act. The teenager had
quickly looked away when she'd seen him but she knew he'd be watching
her for some time. She'd always been attractive, but with the suit she
looked down right gorgeous.
Feeling mischievous she innocently started smearing her arms and
shoulders, pretending to concentrate on her work while keeping an eye
on the boy. He was lying on his stomach, about twenty paces away. In a
matter of seconds his head turned back and his eyes followed her
hands. Satisfied that she had his full attention she moved to her
feet, smearing the rich cream in slow luxurious movements. As slowly
as she could she started working her way up her legs, spending a lot
of time on her calves. Her hands did a slow dance over her flesh,
moving higher with every turn. After a long time she'd reached her
thighs and now she had the boy's full and unblinking attention. She
turned away from him, rolling over onto her side. She could imagine
the boy's irritation at having his view blocked, but she was not about
to disappoint him. With a faint smile she slowly applied the cream on
to her rump and hips, imagining the thoughts that must be going
through his head. When she was done she rolled over onto her other
side and she did the other cheek as well. She was now facing him and
she took a quick look to make sure he was still looking, Satisfied
that she had his undying attention she opened her legs ever so
slightly, giving him a unobstructed view between her thighs. As
innocently as she could she started applying cream to her inner
thighs, keeping a close eye on the boy. As she'd expected he was
riveted, his mouth hanging slightly open. She could just imagine the
glorious view he must have as the black fabric of the suit stretched
tightly over her dome. She wasn't at all surprised to see his knuckles
turn white as he fisted some sand in each hand. Finally she lay back
and pretended to sunbathe. One of his friends tossed him a soft drink
and she had to suppress a giggle as he slid over the sand to get it -
he was to ashamed to get up!

Sharon was heading home, cursing all the way. Her stunt with the boy
had back-fired and her whole body was throbbing with lust. The slow
caressing of her flesh and the adoring stares of the boy had made her
extremely exited.  By the time she'd packed her stuff and left she'd
been so hot she had to resist the urge to fondle herself. She could
just imagine the scene - she'd wink at the boy, licking her lips and
smiling at him. In the wink of an eye he would be at her side, ready
to become her life long slave. She'd gently take his hand, leading him
up to her car, his muscular young body following her obediently....
For the hundredth time she swore at herself and beat the steering
wheel in frustration. She'd never acted like this before! What in
heavens name was going on with her! She'd always been fond of sex, who
wasn't? But what she'd done on the beach was a first. She felt like a
old whore, skillfully picking up clients on the beach. And her body!
Used to be she could go months without sex, the occasional finger
keeping her in control. Now she was so charged she couldn't think
straight! Surely the lack of masturbation couldn't have so severe an
effect? After all, some nuns spent years without even touching
themselves, and she could not even last two weeks.
At last she was home and she undressed in the bedroom. She was still
as horny as ever and the sight of the suit made it even worse. In
frustration she again attacked the suit with her fingers, but as
before it was of no use! She stood in the middle of the room, jumping
and crying like a spoilt little girl. Suddenly she had a brilliant
idea and she cursed herself for not thinking of it earlier.
She got a long piece of rope from her secret box and threaded it
through underneath the wire. She let go of the ends and bent forward,
grabbing hold of the two ends hanging between her legs. She pulled the
two ends forward and the loop of wire slid down the wire. Wriggling
her hips it finally came to a rest against the stem of the dildo and
she pulled upwards as hard as she could. It moved slightly! The
movement was so faint she could hardly feel it, but it had definitely
moved! Again she pulled as hard as she could, and again it moved. The
movement was not nearly enough to get off on, but it was encouraging.
She flung herself onto the bed and rolled over onto her back. She took
firm hold of both ends and pulled with all her might. As before the
movement was there, but it was an minute amount. A few more times she
tried this trick, but it was useless. Soon she was too tired to make
it move and she desperately searched for an alternative. Striking upon
another idea she quickly rushed into the bathroom. She stood on the
toilet and tied the two ends to the railing of the shower curtain.
Slowly she lowered herself until the rope pulled taught and she
stepped of the toilet. She was now hanging with her full weight on the
rope, and still it was not enough. For several minutes she tried
swinging and jiggling and twisting and turning - all to no avail.
Finally she was so tired she could just hang there, her feet dangling
a few inches off the ground.
Sharon was now facing a new problem. She'd tried to reach the toilet,
but suddenly it was just beyond her reach. She could place her foot on
the toilet, but could not swing over far enough to push her weight
onto that leg. "This would almost be funny if it wasn't so pathetic"
she thought. Again she tried, and again she couldn't get her weight
over to the toilet. She tried to swing over by pushing away from the
side of the shower but her hand slipped and she toppled over
backwards. Hanging upside down with her head and hands resting on the
floor she started to giggle. This was absurd! She tried to pull
herself up but her body was too tired to fight the stiff strip down
her back. All she could do was lay back and rest for a while. 
She looked so funny, hanging upside down with her hips thrust into the
air by the rope. Her legs were hanging down the other side, making her
pose in a most un-lady like fashion. She could just imagine the
firemen discovering her hanging there. The great big brute of a man
would stop in the door, gasping in surprise and shock. Then he'd
chuckle to himself and move over to her side. Ignoring her pleas he'd
place his humongous hands on her .... NO dammit! She uttered so many
swear words her mother would think she'd married a sailor! She rolled
over and stood on her hands. The loop of rope slipped back from her
sex until it was as high up her rear as the suit would allow. Kicking
and swearing she tried to pull away from the rope, her feet waving
uselessly in the air. Finally she realized it was useless and she
rolled over again. 
Gathering all the strength she could muster she gave a huge shout and
reached up for the rope. She just managed to grab it and for a moment
she just hung there, too tired to do any more. After another short
rest she managed to pull herself back up.
Sharon hung from the rope and gently swung from side to side. What was
she going to do? What she needed was something to cut the rope, but
where would you find a knife in a bathroom? Suddenly she remembered
the razor in her medicine cabinet. If she could get to those she could
cut the rope! The cabinet was on the other side of the shower and she
hung from one hand as she peeked around the corner. She felt certain
that she could reach it, all she had to do was push the rope over to
the other side of the railing. 
Reaching up she grabbed hold of the rope and placed her legs against
the side of the shower. Pushing with all her might she was gratified
to see the rope slide along the railing. She was just about ready for
her second push when the railing suddenly gave way, dumping her on the
ground like a sack of potatoes.

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THE SUIT

Chapter VI

For a few moment her arse hung delicately over the chair and her whole
body trembled. Slowly the force of gravity took over and she sat down
with a grateful sigh. As soon as she was seated her favorite cat
jumped onto her lap, purring and rubbing as she stroked it. "Hi
Willie, hi my pet." she purred back. "Do you know what day it is
today? Do you? Today's my 70th birthday my pet, yes 70 my dear. Isn't
that a long time?". She sighed and leaned back, stroking the cat as it
settled down. The flat looked so empty and lonely. All her old friends
had either died or moved away. She didn't even have children to
comfort her, how could she? She touched the hard surface under her
blouse. After all these years it had become a part of her, she hardly
even noticed it any more.
At first she had hoped and longed, praying every night for what the
next day might bring. The first year had been the worst and several
times she'd come close to killing herself. After five years the
messages had dried up, her tormentor either dead or bored with her.
After ten years she'd accepted her fate, to old and cynical to dwell
on the things she'd lost. Now, after decades, she could not even
remember what she'd been longing for. 
Again she sighed and leaned her head back, her time was near and she
had spent her whole life in the suit. After years of avoiding doctors
her body was packing up. She felt certain that whatever she had could
be cured - medical science had come a long way the past fifty years -
but she dared not ask for help. Besides, she was tired. She'd be glad
to go over, this life no longer held anything for her. 
She just wished she could have met her tormentor. For only once she
would have liked to look into his eyes, try to find a reason for her
capture. In all these years she'd not seen him once. Several times
she'd felt his presence, watching over her like a benevolent guardian.
But after the messages had dried up, the feeling had left her as well.
She was now certain that he was gone, leaving her utterly alone.
She moved her head in an attempt to get rid of the pressure on her
jaw. As she'd aged her body had slowly shrunk and by now she fit like
a bag of bones inside an old pot. When she was seated her body would
slip down in the suit, forcing the neck of the suit up against her
jaw. It was a cruel fate that she was always reminded of her glory
days. The suit still held the perfect form of her body in it's prime.
Every day she had to look at the exquisite shell while her real body
shriveled and wrinkled like and old prune. She took one of her
knitting needles and pushed it under the suit to scratch an itch.
Although she could get some implements in quite deep, she could still
not reach her sex. She smiled to herself as she struggled to reach the
itch - she was no longer interested in getting to that part of her
body anyway. The damn itch was deep, almost too deep to reach. She
pressed even harder and the plastic needle slipped in deeper. It was
pressing against something under the suit and she wondered what it
could be. Again she pressed and with a faint click the needle went in
another inch. Suddenly her whole body collapsed as the suit split into
several parts. The cat had sprung from her lap, and for a long while
she could just stare at it, her mouth hanging open in surprise. 
Finally her frail heart relaxed somewhat and she slowly tried to stand
up. Her body was not used to supporting itself and she cried in pain
as her back and waist had to carry her weight. Finally she managed to
get upright and she gasped as several pieces of silver metal fell down
to her feet. They looked like old discarded pieces of a broken pot,
lying in a jumbled heap on the floor. 
She slowly shuffled to the bedroom and as she moved more pieces
dislodged themselves and fell out. When she finally made it to the
bedroom she felt certain she was free and she stood in front of the
mirror. Her heart was racing in nervous anticipation and she closed
her eyes to savor the moment. With her eyes still closed she removed
her clothes and let them fall to the floor. Waiting for her heart to
settle she finally opened her eyes and her mouth fell open in horror. 
Her breasts were two shriveled pieces of skin, her nipples completely
gone! Of her sex there was nothing left, it had grown closed until all
that was visible was the short stem of the dildo, sticking out from a
flat white piece of skin. Her skin was as clear and translucent as
smoked glass, the blue veins clearly visible as they throbbed under
the surface. For several minutes she could just stand there in shock,
too horrified to move. Then she started screaming, her anguished cry
of horror and revulsion echoing off the walls.

Sharon sat up in her bed and panted in shock and fear. Finally she
realized that it was a dream and she lay back in the bed, her heart
still beating furiously in her breast. The linen was soaked from her
sweat and as the dream slowly faded she regained her composure. She
tried to get out of bed but the thin wire had become tangled around
her legs and she had to undo it first. She switched the bed lamp on
and cursed the thin black snake as she worked to release her legs. She
looked at the clock expectantly, but it was only a quarter past four
and she could not yet be released. She had only about four paces of
slack, not enough to reach anything. She could not even go to the
bathroom and wash away the awful taste in her mouth. 
Finally she was free and she lay back, trying to avoid the damp spot
on the linen. There was no possibility of sleeping again and as she
rolled around restlessly, the dream haunting her. 
Her first month had passed, the days ticking by slowly, frustratingly
- but relentlessly. She had to face the terrifying possibility that
she would spend the rest of her life in the suit. The thought was so
horrifying she started crying into the pillow.
After a good cry she lay on her side, staring at the clock. Although
the thought was horrifying she knew it was entirely possible. The last
physical hurdle - her period - had come and gone. The cramps had been
worse than usual, the bleeding heavier. She'd had the same side
effects when she'd first had the IUD inserted and she knew she'd
return to normal pretty soon, maybe two or three months. Other than
those she had suffered no ill effects. She had been very worried about
spending her nights while wearing the small triangle. Where would the
blood go if she blocked up all the holes? About a day before she was
due she'd received a message permitting her to forgo the wire for 6
days every cycle. The fact that he knew exactly when her period was
bothered her, it reminded her how much her privacy had been invaded.

Sharon took a leisurely stroll in the park and admired the pastel
colors of the trees. Autumn was coming and already the air was
beginning to cool. It was her lunch break and she liked to spend her
hour out-doors. She'd gotten into the routine to get away from her
colleagues, some of them had become concerned about her and if she
stayed at the office they'd insist on dragging her along for lunch. 
In the three months since her ordeal had begun she'd become more and
more anti-social. She'd even had a big fight with her mother when
she'd wanted to fly over for a visit. Sharon sat down on a bench and
stared at her feet. The fight bothered her, she'd always gotten along
with her mother. She'd become used to the suit in most physical ways,
but now it was taking it's toll on other parts of her life. She no
longer craved sex every day, although she still had a tough time
during her period. She'd always become horny during that time and
because of the suit she'd had some very frustrating days. She leaned
back and let the sun bake her face. It was strange how quickly she'd
adjusted to her new life. During those first terrifying days she'd not
imagined she would adjust so quickly, and yet she has. She'd had to
turn her whole life upside down, but now she was getting used to a new
routine. Sometimes she'd still think of the suit, but by now she had
to concentrate to even notice the dildo. Another month and she would
be completely adjusted. Even the routine of plugging herself in had
become second nature, it happened almost without thought. 
She thought back to the nightmare she'd had. It had kept re-occurring
for a few nights until she could remember it vividly. Was it a omen? A
sign of what's to come? The fact that she'd had almost no new
instructions just re-enforced the notion. The last instructions she'd
had was to forgo the beach routine for the winter. That message had
been sent  almost a month ago. Since then she'd had no further contact
and it bothered her. Sometimes she could still feel his presence,
suddenly she'd get that creepy feeling of being watched and she'd know
he was around. But it was not the ever-present sensation she'd thought
it would be. 
She felt strangely let down. Although she hated the suit and would do
almost anything to be rid of it, a small part of her had been waiting
for the climax - the moment she would be taken. The adventure of it
used to keep her awake at nights. What would she do when he came for
her? Would he keep her, taking her back to his house? What would he
look like? Smell like? Taste like? Would he be kind? Would he be
young, old, short, tall? When would he come? How would he do it? Maybe
he'd sneak in at night, take her while she slept? Maybe he'd abduct
her as she walked in the park. Maybe he'd simply order her to go to
such and such a place - knowing that she'd have no choice but to obey. 
What would he have her do for him? Maybe she'd be forced to dance for
him, the suit shimmering in the light as she twisted and gyrated her
body. His admiring eyes would follow her every move. He'd stand up,
take her hand and draw her nearer, embracing her in his arms... All
these things she'd wished for - hating herself for being so weak. But
her dreams had continued and her fantasies had become more and more
erotic. 
Instead she was left utterly alone. 
Why do this? Why did he take her and then refuse to have her? For the
hundredth time she was faced with the possibility that her abductor
had no other intentions but to have her denied forever. She felt like
a prisoner, looking forward to a life sentence in a small, solitary
little cell. A single, desperate little tear ran down her face.

Sharon sat and looked as people walked by. She knew she was going into
a depression but could do nothing about it. She dried her face with
her wrist and took out her make-up case. Anti-depressants meant
doctors and there was no way a doctor would get to see her like this.
Yet she could not shake the awful feeling of dread that was ever
present in her life. She looked into a long future of heartache and
denial and it was like looking into the depths of a bottomless pit. If
only she could be free! She sighed and headed back to the office.
She'd gone through this wholes process before. The suit had defeated
her. Every attempt to be rid of it was met by hard unyielding metal.
She'd had several more attempts and at one stage she'd even bought a
small blowtorch. All she'd gained was a painful blister that had taken
weeks to heal. In about the second month her will had finally been
broken and she'd made no attempts since.

The traffic on the freeway was terrible and the stop-start progress
was working on her nerves. The radio was blaring but she wasn't really
listening, instead she sat brooding, the depression slowly taking hold
of her. Her boss had broken the news that she'd be looked over for
promotion - he simply didn't consider her dedicated enough. She'd
wanted to be angry at him, spit in his face and scratch his eyes.
Instead she was dispassionate, listening to his criticism with
indifference. She knew she should fight, hit him back where it hurt.
Instead she just took it in silence, a strange lethargy taking hold of
her. Her life was ruined anyway - what was one more set-back? What
would it help to fight? He was the all powerful management, she didn't
stand a chance. She didn't need the additional grief right now.
The traffic moved a few yards and she slowly edged her car forwards.
Why should she go on? Why be bothered by it all? Her whole future was
gone. For a moment she had a glimmer of hope - what would happen if
she ever met her captor? What things he could do to her! He'd take her
away, rid her of all her worries. The feeling was brief. He was a man,
and men had no patience. Three months had passed and he'd never even
met her. Obviously he was somehow impotent! She imagined her life
being in control of a sadistic eunuch and again the tears started
rolling down her face. Her nightmares had been a vision, a message of
what was to come. She would never feel the warm touch of his hands,
the tender kiss of his lips. She knew enough about history to know
that eunuchs used to be the most sadistic and vicious creatures of
all. They would take delight in tormenting and taunting the women
under their charge. She folded her hands over the steering wheel and
sobbed into the cradle of her arms.
A loud horn behind her pulled her out of her sobbing and she saw that
the traffic had again moved. She edged the car forward but then she
froze in utter and complete shock! Both her nipples had been brushed
by something and for a horrible moment she had visions of cockroaches
scuttling over her breasts! She let go of the steering wheel and
desperately scratched at the suit, trying to get rid of the creatures.
The next moment she was right on top of the truck in front of her and
she slammed into it's back. 
She was so shocked she could not move. For a while everything seemed
to happen in a dream with her watching from the sidelines. In slow
motion she saw the driver in the car behind her climb out of his car
and walk up toward her. The driver of the truck had also arrived and
was inspecting the damage before looking at her through the
windshield. In slow motion his jaws opened and closed as he spoke to
her. She couldn't move, couldn't think. After an eternity a loud
banging next to her head finally managed to draw her attention and she
turned her head. The driver behind her was tapping at the window, his
mouth silently moving as he talked. Finally she came round and she
realized he wanted her to roll down the window. 
As soon as she moved her arm the spell was broken and the real world
came crashing in. The first sensations she registered was that her
nipples were still being tickled. She could hardly think straight as
the sensation sent shock-waves through her body. She managed to get a
hold of herself and she wound the window down. "Jesus lady, you ok?"
he asked. He was about forty but very cute. She had to resist the urge
to giggle. "Ye- yes yes, I'm ok." she replied. The truck driver came
over and she liked the look of him as well. His belly had such a
delightful way of hanging over his belt. "Is she ok?" he asked the
other man. Looking into the car he looked at her. "Are you ok?" he
asked. She could hardly think, her nipples were making her nuts! "Yes
I'm ok." she replied. "She looks ok but I think she's in shock." the
first man told the second. "I'm not in shock" she wanted to tell them,
"I'm in heaven". But then she realized that she was indeed in shock
and she took a deep breath. It took all her willpower to concentrate
on what was going on. They let her get out of the car and she walked
over to the front of the car. She almost collapsed, her legs were all
rubbery. The first man grabbed hold of her arm and steadied her,
concern written all over his face. Again she fought the urge to giggle
- he must think she's unstable because of the accident! She loved the
way his warm hands felt as he held on to the her arm. She looked at
the damage but it was minor. Her car's grille had been dented but the
truck had no sign of damage. "I don't think we need to report this, do
you?" she told the truck driver, her voice sounding strangely sultry
and seductive. "Your truck is fine and the damage on my car is so
small the insurance deposit alone would be more than the repairs." The
truck driver seemed relieved that she was willing to forget the
incident and he quickly agreed. She felt a pang of regret as the other
man let go of her arm. "You sure you're ok, you're as white a ghost."
he asked. Was she? She'd have thought she'd be all flushed and red
from the treatment her nipples were receiving. "I'm ok, really. Thanks
for the help." she replied, unable to resist touching him briefly on
the hand. He escorted her back to her car and then walked off himself.
As she sat in the car she closed her eyes and gripped the steering
wheel as hard as she could. During all of that the tickling had never
ceased and it had been very difficult to concentrate The truck moved
off and she gritted her teeth as she moved on after it.

Sharon reached her home and collapsed on the bed. Several times she'd
been close to coming but she had to concentrate on her driving. Now
she could fully enjoy the sensation, closing her eyes as little
shudders of pleasure coursed through her body. Whatever was doing this
to her nipples was doing it slowly. She imagined two small round
brushes over her nipples, slowly and deliciously turning around and
around. She could feel the wave building inside her and her breath
became ragged as it grew. She rolled over onto her back and forced her
hands in under the belt of her skirt. She wished the dildo would move
as well and she grabbed hold of the dome with both hands. Her body
wanted to increase the tempo, but the brushes kept going at their own
slow pace. Ever so slowly she was built up and up until she was
standing on the crest of a giant wave, ready to topple over. She
squirmed and rolled her body, gritting her teeth and growling like a
cat. Finally she felt it come and her whole body arched as the spasm
took her. He hips started pumping as her sex milked the quiet dildo.
For a eternity she rode the giant wave, giggling, crying and moaning
all at once. The pleasure was so intense she completely lost her mind. 

After several minutes it was over and she lay on her back, staring at
the ceiling. It was the first time in more than three months that
she'd achieved orgasm and she'd almost forgotten how powerful it could
be. She was so exhausted she could hardly move. She felt a almost
euphoric happiness and all her troubles was forgotten. She rested for
a short while but then she realized that the brushes hadn't stopped.
"Here we go again" she whispered happily and hugged her body with her
hands.

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