Tuesday, August 03, 2004

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Gone (MF, rom) By Dryad

She was gone.

He shook his head all their years together a tear slowly wended
its way down his cheek, as he began to pack her things.

The blue dress she wore to their daughter Denise's wedding. He
remembered how happy she was, how she felt in his arms as they danced
around the room. The material was soft, clingy, sensual; like her. It
floated around them, reminding him of their own wedding day, when her veil
floated around them as he swept her in his arms. He sighed softly,
inhaling her lingering scent.

Maybe this was a bad idea. It was too soon, too raw a wound to clean
out now. He didn't want to lose what he had left of her. He closed the
half filled box and headed out the door.

He found himself walking. Not quite aimlessly, but meandering
nonetheless. He ended up in the city park, a grand old place. He walked
the avenue of ancient oaks that soared above him in an arch. The squirrels
tittered at his feet, playing some sort of squirrel soccer with a nut. He
smiled slightly, remembering how she would always throw them the saltines
she invariably kept in her oversized purse.

They met in this park, near the large central fountain. It was right
after the war. He had come home, feeling lucky but feeling so very tired.
She made him want to celebrate, to Live. Her dark sparkling eyes, always
so full of fun. She used to chase him around the fountain until he
reversed gears and would catch her. She would rock in his arms, slightly
out of breath, her breasts against his chest, as she tiptoed up to sneak a
kiss.

It was as he was wandering that he bumped into her; Sandy, Denise's best
friend.

"Mr. Allard, I'm so sorry. I heard. It was so sudden. She was too
young. I'll miss her" She said empathetically, her hand on his arm. He
was unsure whether it helped or made him angry.

"Thank you," he said forcing a slight smile. "It was quick; she didn't
suffer much." Kid, what did she know? She fell into step with him.

"This place," he shook his head, "it was so special. Did you know,
Laura and I met here? I proposed to her, at the fountain." He chuckled
slightly. "I was never so scared. I shook so bad, I actually dropped the
ring in the fountain." Sandy smiled at him. "I could see you doing that. I
bet Mrs. Allard just laughed."

He nodded, smiling in memory, "We both jumped in, running our hands
around looking for it. She was so wet...." His voice trailed off,
realizing to whom he was speaking.

Sandy reached out for his hand, squeezing it. "It's okay. It's
important to remember her that way. I'm not exactly the little kid you
remember," she pointed out softly.

And to his chagrin he noticed her obvious warmth and personality. A
body young enough to remember its soft curves but old enough to understand
them. She had to be what? He thought to himself idly, 29? Yes, must be
since Denise was. With dusk quickly approaching, it had begun to rain
softly and he observed her nipples harden as the cold water soaked her thin
peasant blouse before shaking himself out of his reverie.

Sandy smiled at him, softly, empathetically. She took the hand she held
in hers, and placed it over her breast. "It's okay." She murmured softly.
His fingers trembled, first to pull back, then to rest over her breast.
So soft. He shivered in memory, remembering when Laura had given him her
virginity. A very private moment, one he didn't list when he explained why
the park was so special. Laura felt so soft under his hands, his fingers
pleading as his mouth couldn't do. And she gave, God, did she give.

They ran through the rain, ran into the hemlock stand. The thick
branches gave them cover from peering eyes and the falling rain. He leaned
low and kissed her softly, putting all his boiling emotion into it. His
hand caressed her face, memorizing each detail, the soft slope of her jaw,
the curve of her neck.

She leaned into the kiss, pressing her firm breasts into him, her arms
wrapped around his neck, open and giving. She showed him with her body,
reminded him he was alive. Her leg went up to link into his. Their lips
parted, their noses touching when suddenly they lost their balance and she
landed on top of him. They laughed out loud, and she rubbed his bottom,
making the minor pain glow into something more substantial. They rolled in
the soft loamy dirt and dried needles that made their temporary bed as
satiny as expensive sheets. They smelled the damp spring rain, as their
heavy breaths curled over their heads.

He pressed into her, kissing her, but suddenly shy. What next? Should
I? Can I? So tender of her, even now adoring her. Her hands told him
though, pressing his shoulders so his lips were within reach of her chest.
His lips covered a chilled nipple through her thin shirt, warming it with
his tongue. Emboldened by her shifting sighs, he laved the opposite one
with the same attention. Her body writhed beneath his, her hips pressing
up to meet his.

"Please."

It was only a whisper. He heard it though, rejoiced in it. She would
be his. He continued to trail down her soft stomach. Her skirt was
bunched up, and he could see her exposed thighs. He gently knelt between
her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. Her hands reached for his
hair, pulling him closer. He nuzzled at her core, feeling the dampness on
her panties that had nothing to do with the rain. Her hands reached down
to help him, peeling them downward, down with her stockings. He sighed at
the sight of her. The scent of aroused woman, spring rain and hemlock
would always make him remember.

He flicked his tongue on the outer ridges, enjoying her moans and
squirms. He breathed in her scent before nuzzling her core. Her body
silently shuddered in response, and he felt her lips spasm quickly. So
silent, so different from the girls he'd met in Europe. They had to
announce to the world. Her orgasm was silent, just for him. His tongue
fluttered over her clitoris, lengthening her joy, until she whimpered low
and he felt her pull upon him, pulling him down.

He knelt up, trembling, wanting everything to be right for her. He
pressed his head against her opening, rubbing it softly against her
wetness, before pressing slowly into her.

His body was shaking with the amount of concentration to retain his
control. Slowly he pressed into her warmth. Never had it felt like this.
So warm, so tight. He pressed in fully, before sliding back out just as
slowly. Her moan of desire stirred him, and he pressed back in. Slowly he
built up the tempo, until he got lost in her, lost all control. And then
with her soft sighs, he too had his release.

As he came down, he opened his eyes. Sandy was beneath him, smiling
softly. He was stunned, even a bit embarrassed. It seemed so real, but it
wasn't Laura. Laura...my Laura...She's gone.

He collapsed onto her waiting, soft body, and wept, Sandy's arms wrapped
around him.

To be followed shortly by a mirror story, "Return" from Sandy's point of
view.
Dryad 2002 (gbbjg) ~Dryad

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Friday, July 30, 2004

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{ASS} OH SHIT! {Hungry Guy} (F/M f/M WF BF wf WM ws scat cons Fdom Mpov
lolita) BY: hungrystoolmail.zzn
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story
are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more
than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real
people, places, or events is purely coincidental.
This story is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE 2. TOILET SLAVE 2 is a sequel to

TOILET SLAVE.

Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free
or feebased, have my permission to post and/or distribute my stories,
provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungrystoolmail.zzn or
hungryguyliterotica) as the author. You may not make changes other
than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use
local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker.
Thanks.

###

Steve was walking across 14th street in New York City early one cool
Saturday evening in October. Men were standing on street corners handing
out flyers and "exclusive invitations" to bars, clubs, and raves.
Unfortunately, he was broke.

He crossed over and walked down a block to a smaller side street and saw
a "help wanted" sign attached to the back of a building. He looked closer,
and the sign read:

###

TOILET SLAVE WANTED!

WILL SERVE MANY CUSTOMERS.

MALE OR FEMALE.

BE IN WOMEN'S ROOM, OR MEN'S ROOM, YOUR CHOICE.

TO APPLY, GO DOWN STEPS, RING BELL.

###

Steve thought back last year to the time he had been a toilet slave to a
pair of black dykes. He had run an ad on several BDSM newsgroups, and they
had been the first of many women to have answered his ad. After some back
and forth emails, he had flown out to California to spend two weeks as
their toilet slave. He had even allowed his mistresses to serve him up to
a small number of their lez friends during a Sistah Munch. After his two
weeks were over, he even ended up moving in with one of those women friends
and didn't return home as planned.

Tiwuana was the best lover he had ever had, and also the most demanding
lover. She demanded that he would go down on her during their lovemaking.
She demanded that he would rim her ass on occasion.. She demanded a tongue
bath with a certain regularity. She would even throw him on his back once
in a blue moon and use his mouth as her toilet for old time's sake. Or
she would sit on his face with her full weight bearing down on his head,
smothering him, and she would tell him that she won't get off until she
comes and if he passes out before she comes, then he'll just die of
suffocation. Since he was still alive, he had managed to satisfy her every
time.

However, although she was demanding, their relationship wasn't that of
BDSM Master/slave. She reciprocated with enthusiasm. She would blow him
every night, several times even. And when they fucked, there was so much
energy and power between them it was incredible.

How he missed Tiwuana! She was a Sanitation Engineer, and she threw
pails of garbage into the back of a truck every day for a living and
that's why she shaved her head bald, by the way, it was easier than washing
it several times a day. Small wonder that she was as strong as a bull.

He had lived with Tiwuana for about a year, until about two months ago
when she had told him that she had found a new female lover and he was out
of her life.

So he had returned to New York to look for a job. However, we all know
what happened in New York at the time, and the national economy had taken a
nose dive, especially in New York. Steve got kicked out of his rooming
house after he couldn't pay his rent. Seeing this ad, Steve now he
wondered what it might be like to be used by one woman, after another,
after another. He thought about it for a moment before he walked down the
five steps to the area below the sidewalk, stepped into the alcove, and up
to the featureless brown steel door. Underneath all the graffiti, the
words "Edge Play Club" were barely visibly stamped on the steel door. He
collected his courage and rang the bell.

A moment later, the door slid into the wall, and a hardfaced Hispanic
woman with black hair stood there in tight jeans and a tank top. "What do
you want?" she asked.

"Uh, the job?" Steve answered.

She motioned him into the little room and she closed the door.

"So you're a toilet slave?"

"Sure."

"Have you had toilet training, or have ever been a toilet slave before?"

"Yeah, last year I served two women for two weeks as a toilet slave."

"Good enough. If you're lying, you'll regret it. Follow me."

Steve followed her. He followed her down a hallway, around a corner,
then down another hallway. Then they took a service elevator down about
two levels. Then down a short hallway and into a locker room.

"You want to be in the women's room, or the men's room?"

"Uhm, I..."

She let out a huff and asked in a stern voice, "Are you straight, or
gay?"

"I'm straight! I guess that means I want to be the women's room!"

"Yup!" she answered.

She handed him a form and a pen, "Read this and sign it."

Steve asked, "How much does the job pay to be a toilet slave?"

She answered, "We don't pay you nothing! You do it because you want to!
If we paid you it would be like you were a prostitute, and wouldn't be
legal. This is legal because we don't pay."

"I don't know. I need a job!"

She thought for a moment and said, "It's free room and board while
you're here."

He also thought for a moment, before answering, "Well, maybe." He then
looked the form over. The lighting was poor and there was no chair or
table to sit at.

"Hurry up!" she urged, "The club opens in ten minutes!"

He held it up against the wall and signed it. She snatched it back and
shoved it in her pocket. Then she opened a locker. "Take off your clothes
and put them in here."

"Uhm, okay."

She continued to stand there, and he stood there.

She asked, "What are you waiting for?"

"Uh, nothing." He removed his clothes and put them in the locker.

"Now wait here. Don't go anywhere!"

She left and he waited there for about five minutes. She returned,
followed by a very relievedlooking naked guy. "Wait there, I'll get your
stuff in a minute," she told that other guy.

She walked over to Steve carrying a small case and said, "Sit down."

Steve sat and ahs opened the case, removing a hypodermic needle.

"Hey!" said Steve, "I'm not into drugs!"

"Shut up for a minute! This is a vaccine for hepatitis."

"Hepatitis?"

"Yes, the vaccine is really a series of shots over several weeks. This
is your first."

He wondered why she would bother giving him the vaccine if it would
require a series of shots. He meant to ask, but then she dabbed some
alcohol on Steve's arm and jabbed the needle into him.

After administering the vaccine, she stood and said, "Follow me."

Steve followed her again into an adjoining room. He gasped at the
sight. Along each of the two opposite walls were other toiletslaves. They
were all naked people laying on their backs on narrow padded benches, slid
into the walls up to their shoulders. They were nearly all men, but there
were a couple of women. Looking closely, he saw that there was a hole in
each bench under each person's ass. Each one had a pail underneath their
bench's hole. The men each had a short capped section of PVC pipe stuck
over their dicks with another long section at a 45degree angle dropping
down between their legs. The women just had a straight pipe with a
funnellike thing pressed between their legs. They were all strapped and
shackled down by their wrists and ankles.

She pointed to an empty bench that was pulled away from the wall. The
padding under the head area was thicker and contoured.

"Uhm, I'm not sure about this?"

"Just lie down and don't give me a hard time!"

Steve sat on the bench and lay down with his head in the contoured area.
She bent over and shackled his wrists and ankles. Then placed several
belts across his chest and belly like the others. She slid a long piece of
PVC pipe between his legs and placed the 45 degree angled piece over his
dick. Then she clamped something snugly onto one of his fingers.

She slid him into the wall headfirst. There was another woman in the
tiny room his head was now in. She swung a half box up and over his head.
He was looking up through a hole in the top of the box. Over the hole, of
course, was a toilet seat, with the seat lowered and flush with his face.
The lid was up. Obviously, he figured, he was a stall in the women's
restroom.

She called from inside the room, "Feel this lever?"

"What lever?" he asked through the wall.

She grabbed his hand and placed his fingers on a cold metallic lever.
"Pull it," she commanded.

He pulled the lever, causing warm water to spay his head and face from
all around under the rim of the seat. He heard it draining under the back
of his head. It felt good.

After that, she left him alone.

###

Over the next five minutes, he heard people enter the restroom outside
his stall. He heard women's voices out in the restroom, but they seemed to
go into other stalls. A moment later, another woman came in his stall.

She said, "You're new, aren't you?"

He couldn't see her face clearly, since he was looking at her upside
down, but he could tell she was decent looking with frosted brown and
blonde hair, tanned skin, smallish but firm boobs.

He answered, "Uh, yeah."

"Well, I'm new too! This is my second night as waitress here and I have
to take a wicked piss before the club opens, do you mind?"

"Not at all! Be my guest! You'll be my first, uhm, customer tonight!"

She smiled and turned her back to him. She lifted her skirt up, and
pulled her pantyhose down. He tried to get a glimpse of "paradise" as she
held her skirt up and backed her butt up over his head. He noticed that
her flesh was pure white in the outline of panties. She lowered herself
slowly, centered her clit directly over his mouth and pressed down. He
tried to look up at her face, but all he could see through the gap in her
thighs was the inside of the cloth of her skirt draped over her knees.

Steve was shivering with excitement. Having been a toilet slave last
year, he knew what to expect. He stared into the hairy muff of this woman,
a total stranger, sitting on his face about to piss in his mouth. Her
pubic hair tickled his nose. It felt like she was sitting on him with all
her weight although he knew that part of her weight was supported by the
toilet seat too. She quivered slightly when he licked her pussy. He was
so hard now. Quite suddenly he felt his mouth start filling with a warm
gritty liquid. He dick erupted into that PVC pipe at the same time. Still
he concentrated. He knew from experience to just hold his breath and let
it flow down his throat without thinking about it. Otherwise he'd gag and
cough it up through his nose making a real mess. Her full weight pressing
her cunt against his mouth made a tighter seal than any "excess" can force
itself through. And he couldn't just hold it in his mouth till she was
done because her bladder could hold more piss than his mouth could.

After a moment too quickly, it seemed she stopped peeing. After a
few final "squirts" she stood and pulled her pantyhose back up and smoothed
her skirt.

She looked down at him and said, "Thank you."

He was still swallowing her piss and some of that water, and so couldn't
answer before she wiped her twat with some toilet paper and walked out of
the stall.

He pulled that lever causing the warm water to spray his head and face
once again.

###

He was still quivering with excitement at what had just happened. Wow!
I'm really doing this! I'm really a toilet in a public women's restroom!
But what will it be like what it gets really busy?

He was laying there for a while and he figured it must be getting close
to opening time. He could now hear a din as people, presumably, were
entering the club. So far, no one else except that waitress had come into
the restroom.

About ten minutes later he heard someone enter and go into one of the
other stalls. He heard some shuffling then silence. A few moments later
he heard some farting sounds, followed by feminine grunting noises and more
silence. Then after about a minute, he heard more shuffling and heard
someone leaving the restroom.

No one came in for a while after that. One of the other guys made a
loud remark that the ladies have to start getting drunk before more of them
will use the toilet slaves in the ladies room. But after a bit of a wait,
he heard the door creak open and the sound of several women walking in.
They entered a couple of stalls to do their duty. A moment later, a woman
entered his stall.

She closed the door. Looking up at her, like the waitress, he got a
good view of her crotch and nostrils, but not much else. As he looked up
at her, he noticed that she was avoiding his eye contact. She pulled her
jeans and panties down and settled down on him. She had a black birthmark
the size of a quarter on her left butt cheek or was it her right cheek?
It was hard to tell from this angle. Either way, it stood out boldly
against the pure white flesh of her ass. Other than that, he didn't get
more than a split second to observe her anatomy.

A second or two later, he felt that same warm gritty liquid fill his
mouth. The second time, he had prepared himself for the experience better
and it flowed down his throat without as much an urge to gag as before.
Finished, she stood up, wiped her pussy with some toilet paper, pulled her
jeans back up, and left without a word.

###

Being early, it was relatively slow, and the restroom wasn't very busy
yet. No one came to him again for another halfhour. But when he was
visited again, it was by a tall shapely black woman. She wordlessly pulled
her jeans and panties down and took a seat on his face. He couldn't help
but notice how striking her bright pink slit stood out against her dark
black skin as she was lowering herself onto him.

Like before, he got a mouthful of warm gritty fluid. Again, she stood,
wiped her pussy with a wad of toilet paper, pulled up her jeans, and left.

###

Some time later, a rather plain looking girl came into his stall. She
was wearing some kind of tan pants and a haltertop. She took her pants
and panties completely off and hung them on the hook on the door.

She took a seat like those before, and he dutifully swallowed her pee.
But then she slid forward, higher on his face. Because of this, is nose
was pushed deep into her pussy and he couldn't breathe. He suddenly
realized what was over his mouth her asshole! He could feel her anus
puckering against his lips as she squirmed as though trying to push at
something. A moment later, he sensed a dull whoosh and he felt a slight
warmth accompanied by a sudden increase of pressure in his mouth. He could
tell from the wicked smell that it was a hot one!

He heard her grunt. He felt her anus quiver again. He knew what was
about to happen. Well, he had expected it. Her anus puckered again
momentarily, then relaxed. He heard her moan. Her anus puckered really
big and, in an instant, his mouth had filled with a lumpy sticky mass.

By now, his lungs were screaming to exhale. Her anus puckered again,
and more lumpy substance filled his mouth.

His lungs were in pain, and he swallowed a little of it, then a little
more. It was difficult to swallow while holding his breath. She seemed to
just sit on him for an eternity before her anus puckered yet again filling
his mouth to capacity.

Several moments passed, and then she stood. He nearly spit her shit out
of his mouth as his breath rushed out of his nose. Also, shitty liquid
immediately started running out the sides of his mouth and down his cheeks
into his ears and hair. He caught his breath and then swallowed just in
time before spitting any turds out. He looked up just as she finished
wiping her ass with a wad of toilet paper and tossed the shitty wad into a
trash bin in the wall.

###

While he was swallowing gasping for breath, another woman had entered.
He hardly noticed. He had just finished swallowing the last lump of shit
when he got another mouthful of pussy.

Fortunately, she only peed. She finished quickly, and left as quickly.
He didn't even notice anything about her except that she pulled up a pair
of jeans before she walked out. At least she washed away the taste of the
previous woman's shit.

###

As he was laying there, feeling ill. He was visited yet again. She
appeared to be a short Hispanic girl. She peeled out of her ultra tight
white spandex kneehigh shorts that had risen up into her clit and formed
the shape of her anatomy perfectly. Of course, she wasn't wearing any
underwear; it would spoil the effect. She slammed herself down on him
hard. As she sat on him, she started rubbing her mound against his face by
sliding up and down on him. She seemed to be getting off on him! Once
again, he exploded into his PVC pipe.

In a minute, she stopped and got down to business. He drank her piss
without any fuss, and she wiped her pussy and left.

###

A few minutes passed, and then another woman entered. He nearly jumped
out of his skin when the woman shouted, "Oh my God!"

He figured this must be a surprise for the women sometimes. He expected
her to leave, but she closed the door and pulled her pants down and took a
seat.

Like the others before, she emptied her bladder, which he dutifully
swallowed. She finished and stood. Then she sat back down again. This
time, you guessed it, with her anus over his mouth.

He steeled himself for his second feeding. This woman didn't squirm or
strain. Her asshole puckered out after barely an instant, and his mouth
was immediately filled with sticky goop, as he heard her say "Ahhh!"

It took him a couple of swallows to get it all down. Then her asshole
puckered out and he got a second mouthful.

He swallowed it in small swallows again. And again, her asshole
puckered, and he got a third mouthful!

How much shit is in this bitch? he wondered.

It was a struggle to swallow this third mouthful. His stomach felt
bloated, and he could hardly swallow another lump. Still, he forced
himself to swallow lest she give him another assfull while his mouth was
still full of her shit.

To his relief, she stood, grabbed a wad of toilet paper, wiped her ass,
tossed the paper into the trash, pulled up her pants, then left.

###

After another halfhour and a few more unremarkable women had used him,
a rather cute girl walked into his stall. She looked at him for a moment
and giggled but didn't say anything. The jeans and panties come off and
she was on him. Her pee actually tasted kind of sweet! While sitting
there, she started chatting with one of her girlfriends in an adjacent
stall.

"Ariel, I can't believe taking my high school ID picture and pasting on
a color copy of my mom's license, and then laminating it worked here!"

"Yeah, that's always worked for me everywhere, Meg! But next year,
aren't they going to raise the drinking age from eighteen to twenty one?"

"Yeah! That sucks!"

"So how do you like high school, anyway?"

"Oh, it sucks as much as middle school! But it's a bigger school and
there's way more guys to choose from." The giggling that followed as her
bare ass pressed down on his face sent quivers down his body, causing him
to fill his pipe yet again.

They continued talking about boys, and who got smashed last night, who
got laid the night before that, and where to go later tonight, and this and
that, yack, yack, yack; all the while sitting on his face. Even though she
was fairly light, she seemed to be growing heavier and heavier on him as
she sat there chatting away with her friend.

The conversation seemed to go on and on. Her, originally light weight,
had become oppressive and he was sweating heavily where her flesh was
pressed against his. His breathing was strained what with his nose pressed
gently against her muff, but he was able to take slow measured breaths.
Her pubic hair tickled his nose each time he inhaled. Time dragged on, and
after a few failed attempts to end the conversation, it finally came to an
end after about 30 minutes later. She started to get up and immediately
sat back down. After a halfhour of gabbing, she had to pee again! Her
friend had just left, so she left promptly after emptying her bladder into
him for the second time.

It just occurred to him that she said she was in first year high she
had to be no more than fifteen or sixteen. Well, he thought, I'm just
strapped in here helpless. It was totally her decision to come in here and
use me. I hope that counts in court!

###

About fifteen minutes passed and he was visited again. This time it was
s cute Chinese girl with straight short black hair. She glanced down and
caught his eye for split second then looked away. The routine was getting
boring she pulled her panties down, lifted her skirt up and very gently
sat on him. He immediately noticed how light she was! He realized she
couldn't be as light as she feels so he deduced that she was squatting
partially and not truly sitting. This was actually pleasant, he thought.

A moment later his mouth was again filled with the same gritty liquid he
has grown accustomed to.

She finished, wiped, and again stood to pull up her panties to leave.
Again he tried to catch her eye. Their eyes met for a brief moment, but he
merely caught shy smile on her face before she looked away.

###

Another woman came to use him shortly afterward. But when she lifted
her skirt, dropped her panties, and sat on his face, she didn't pee.
Instead she said, "Lick my twat and make me come, slave!"

Steve obliged. He found her clit and played with it using his tongue.
Then he sucked on it. He felt her getting tense as if ready to come, so
then he made circles around it with his tongue. She seemed to reach a
plateau, but he continued working her clit with his tongue. After what
seemed about five to ten minutes, she started panting, and then she finally
came. She bounced on his face while her pussy suddenly became so wet she
was dripping into his mouth. He continued swirling her clit with his
tongue, and occasionally flicking it causing her to bounce on him.

After a couple of bounces she said, "Okay! That's enough!" She then
stood, and pulled up her panties.

"Thanks!" she said, and then left.

###

More women came and went mostly white women, but also a surprising
number of Asian women Maybe Chinese or Japanese. There were, of course,
Hispanic women, and the occasional black woman. He starting to get used to
drinking the different "flavors." He had noticed that Asian, black, and
Hispanic women tasted bitterer than white women did. He guessed that it
might be due to the spicy food they ate. He had to pee, himself, and was
glad for the plumbing that was attached to him. He relieved himself into
that PVC pipe hanging on his dick during this moment between women.

###

The woman who just entered aroused his curiosity. She seemed to be more
in control of her movements than the previous women were.

As she positioned herself upon him, he noticed the familiar skirt of a
waitress uniform. He suddenly realized why she seemed different she
wasn't drunk! Most of the customers, he soon realized, were tipsy at best,
and drunk, stoned, or high at worst.

Her piss also tasted better, if that's the proper word. Of course, he
immediately realized he was drinking pretty much "used" alcohol from the
other women. Perhaps that explained the very slight buzz he had recently
begun to feel.

She used him in silence and returned to work without a word.

###

His next woman appeared to be somewhat plump. She removed her dress
over her head and hung it on the hook. She then pulled down her panties.
He suddenly realized that she wasn't fat she was pregnant! She had a
difficult time turning around to sit on him. When she did, he felt her
weight more so than anyone prior as her hip bones seemed to dig into his
temples. She must have weighed about 200 pounds! He hoped she would be
quick about it.

As he had hoped, she was done quickly, but she seemed to have decided to
just sit for a while working up the strength to stand again. She sat on
him for about five minutes before deciding to make the effort to lift
herself up again and leave. He watched as she struggled back into her
clothes. His heart nearly skipped a beat when she almost fell backwards
onto him as she nearly lost her balance trying to get dressed.

###

Next a punk girl came to him to the sound of chains dangling. She was
wearing all black leather covered with spikes and rivets. Yikes! Her hair
was spiked and dyed green and orange. Her lips and nails were solid black.
She pulled her black leather pants and undies down and took a seat. Even
her muff hair was black. He got a glimpse of two or three small golden
rings piercing her clit and pussy before she settled her weight on him.
She filled his mouth promptly, then stood, pulled her pants back up and
left.

###

The hours and the women passed. After having drunk several quarts of
piss from countless unknown women, not to mention about a half pound of
shit from one, he had lost count of the number of women who had used him.
Thankfully, he only had to eat shit that one time. He thought back to a
couple of woman ago of one who had shit smeared all over her asshole, and
her pubic hair smelled of stale piss, and her entire crotch reeked of BO.
Somehow, he had endured the experience. Most of the women who had used him
had been clean and free of really foul taste.

###

He gathered that it was around midnight and the place had become busier.
No sooner had the last woman to use him left, than another entered.

She was a black woman this time. Her braided hair swung out as she
turned her back to him. She was wearing a tight fitting bright red
jumpsuit that took her a few moments to extract herself from. She then
removed her panties and hung them along with the jumpsuit on the door hook.
Having removed her jumpsuit, she was totally naked. She carefully sat
herself down on him. He suddenly experienced the dread that he felt
earlier. She had positioned her anus over his mouth with his nose up hr
pussy. She was squirming while he felt her asshole pulsating. Please,
he thought to himself, not again!

He felt a vibration in his jaw as he sensed a dull pbthpbthpbthpbth.
His tongue located a few tiny bits of shit on the roof of his mouth. At
least this time, he was prepared better. A second later her asshole opened
wide and a continuous flood of foul sticky goo flowed forcefully into his
mouth. He gulped it down as fast as it gushed out her asshole. The
floodgates eventually stopped, and then she grunted out one last chunk.

To his relief, she slid backwards a small bit, uncovering his nose. He
breathed out and resumed breathing slowly, with his nose pressed lightly
against her crotch. She had positioned her clit over his mouth to finish
her duty by taking a leak. As she sat there for a while before doing
anything, she opened and closed her legs a few times. With each brief open
movement, he looked straight up at her. He didn't see much except for the
undersides of her breasts. Her nipples were slightly blacker than the
surrounding black skin, and they were pointed down and outward. He could
see the bottom of her chin between her cleavage. She seemed to be lost in
some sort of daydream.

After about two or three minutes of just sitting there, she suddenly
clamped her legs together and he felt his mouth fill with more warm tangy
liquid. And her piss washed most of the taste of her shit away.

After a moment, she stood up. She grabbed a wad of toilet paper from
the roll, wiped her ass, and tossed the wad into the trash bin on the wall.
Then she left.

###

Steve was laying there between women, when he felt movement against that
pipe over his dick. It was lifted off, then he felt someone sit on his
lap. He had had a hardon nearly the whole night, and whomever it was
lifted up and he felt his dick plunged into a pussy as she sat on it. He
tried to reach up and cop a feel, but his hands were shackled down. At
that moment, a woman came into his stall, dropped her jeans, and took a
seat. At the same time, the woman sitting on his lap started rocking back
and forth, pumping his dick. The woman on his face started to pee the same
moment he exploded into that other woman's pussy. He almost forgot to
swallow, when his mouth got nearly full, leaving him to gulp piss while
coming. The one woman got off his face, wiped with a wad of toilet paper,
pulled her jeans up and left, leaving him to swallow and to catch his
breath. Then, spent, his dick lost its hardon, and the woman on his lap
lifted herself off and replaced the pipe on his dick. Wow! was all he
could think for the next few minutes.

###

As the night progressed, it seemed that the wild ones started to haunt
the bar. As he lay there, into his stall walked this unkempt looking young
woman. She dropped her baggy jeans on the floor. She wasn't wearing any
underwear either. However there was a string dangling from her pussy.
That's odd, he thought. While straddling his face, she reached down,
pulled the string out, followed by a bloody tampon. As she continued to
straddle his head, something like a warm raindrop fell on his forehead.
Then another dripped on to the side of his nose. He was able to see the
tip of his nose covered by a red splotch. Looking straight up, he saw her
bloody pussy come down onto his mouth. Before he got a chance to mutter,
"Please, don't!" she was upon him. She promptly emptied her bladder into
his mouth, but she remained seated. He felt a think syrupy fluid very
slowly seeping into his mouth. Oh gross! He realized she's just sitting
there letting herself bleed into his mouth. It occurred to him that this
was what women must mean by a heavy flow. When a small puddle of her blood
had collected at rear of his mouth, he realized that she was still making
no motion to stand and he was going to have to swallow it in order to
breathe again.

After about fifteen minutes, she stood up and, while hovering over his
face yet again, she inserted a fresh tampon pad into her slit. He could
see her blood smeared all over her muff and thighs. He could also feel it
smeared all over his face. He realized that he had swallowed a good amount
of her blood as he lay there feeling queasy.

###

A few minutes later, he heard someone else walk in, or, rather, stagger
in. She, unfortunately, found his stall unoccupied and fell into it. She
looked completely wasted. She didn't hesitate to tear her jeans and
panties off and plops down on him hard. No sooner did he recover from the
pain did he feel a warm sensation flowing down his left cheek and a burning
feeling in his left eye. Fortunately, it didn't last long. She was off
him as fast as she came and was gone from his stall in a flash probably
to get another drink.

###

Another woman came to use him in due time. She lifted her skirt and,
not wearing any panties, sat. She peed without much fuss and then stood to
leave. However, his stomach was full, he felt like he couldn't swallow
another drop.

"Wait," Steve said to her.

She looked down and said, "What?"

"Please tell someone that I want to be let out now."

"Ask who?" she asked.

"I don't know a bartender a waitress anybody! Please!"

"Okay. I'll tell someone."

"Thanks."

Then she left.

###

Another woman came in. She was tall and slender, but not very curvy.
She was very attractive, but more what he would call "handsome" than
beautiful. As usual, she dropped her jeans and removed her panties. He
made sure there was no blood in sight! She sat on him gingerly gradually
setting her full weight upon him. After draining her bladder into him, he
thought she was trying to stand up, but she only shifted position.

He guessed it he was about to get another taste of sticky goo. She
didn't hesitate either. As soon as she had positioned herself, her anus
opened wide as she gave out a grunt and he got a mouthful. Luckily, she
didn't push it out in one long flow like the previous woman. She pushed
out a couple of chunks and stopped. As he swallowed them, he noticed they
aren't as soft and squishy as the two earlier women. They were more hard
and chewy. After a pause, she pushed a few more chunks out. Then another
pause, then more chunks. After a final pause, she stood up, wiped her ass,
pulled up her jeans and left.

###

Still later, someone staggered into his stall again. Oh, shit! It was
that same drunken girl who missed his mouth before. This time her aim was
better and she landed on target. Her piss tasted like alcohol! When she
finished, she didn't get up to leave. Instead, she leaned back against the
wall and started mumbling. Some time later, her mumbling turned into
snoring. As she dozed, her pelvis gradually slid higher up on his face.
Her muff had covered his nose, and he could no longer breathe! With about
100 pounds of drunken femininity pressing down on his mouth, he couldn't
call out for help.

###

He suddenly felt something cold splashing on his face. That Hispanic
woman who set him up was standing over him, slapping his face with a wet
facecloth.

"What happened?" Steve asked.

"Your bloodoxygen alarm went off. A customer fell asleep on you and
you passed out. You'll be fine."

She started to leave.

"Wait!" Steve called out. "Let me out now, okay?"

"I can't let you out."

"Why not?"

"It's not up to me."

"Who's it up to then?"

"I don't know. But the rules are that I can't let you out."

She started to walk out again.

"Wait! Who made the rules? Who's in charge?"

She ignored him and left.

"Bitch!" he muttered.

###

No one came to let him out. A few more women had even come and gone.
But at least he hadn't had to eat any more shit.

Then he heard a commotion outside. A man wearing a suit and tie walked
into his stall.

"What's this I hear you're harassing the customers?"

"I'm not harassing anyone! I just want to be let out, okay?"

"You're going to finish your shift. If you don't like the women, you'll
be moved to the men's room! Understand?"

"What? The men's room!"

"Yeah! Let me give you a sample!"

The manager unzipped his pants and Steve was suddenly staring up at the
guy's cock throbbing directly above his face.

Oh gross! Steve thought.

"Should I sit and stick it in your mouth, or just pee standing?"

"Please! No! I'm not gay! Please don't!"

At that moment, he heard someone call from a distance, "Mr. Smith.
You're needed at the bar, there's a problem with the Budweiser tap! The
customers are complaining! Come quick!"

The suit zipped his fly and left the stall.

Phew!

A moment later that waitress came in, the one who first used him to pee
that night.

"Hey," she whispered, "Don't piss off Mr. Smith! He can be real
bastard when he's mad! Okay?"

"Sure, but how can I get out of here?"

"I don't know. But if you don't want to suck Smith's dick, just keep it
cool and he'll forget about you."

"Okay."

"Good, now I got to take a piss again. I'll go to someone else if you
want me to, but I'd like to use you if you don't mind."

"I'm flattered! Okay, you can use me."

"Thanks!" she said with a smile.

As she did earlier that evening, she lifted her skirt and dropped her
pantyhose. She turned and wiggled her butt over his face and sat.

She emptied her bladder into his mouth for a second time that evening.

She stood, wiped her cunt with some toilet paper, pulled her pantyhose
up, and smoothed her skirt. She briefly turned and gave him a wink before
she left.

###

A few women later, he was visited by a tall, fairskinned redhead in a
sexy dress. As soon as she lifted her dress, he noticed that she was
completely shaven! Although the view was short lived as she lowered
herself onto him.

The sensation was odd. He had grown accustomed to their pubic hair
tickling his nose, and its absence felt weird.

Still, she peed just like every other woman. After she finished, she
sat on him for a moment seemingly collecting her thoughts. She then stood,
wiped, pulled her pantyhose back on, and left like all the others.

###

Steve felt that it must be really late. Maybe around 2:00 AM, though
there was no way to tell. If so, there was only about two more hours left
until closing time. He heard a couple of women walk in. One took the
stall right next to him; while this short little wild bomb you know the
type walked into his and immediately pulled down her shortshorts then
plopped her sweet little pair of cheeks right down before he had a chance
to gasp. Yes, he guessed it he was about to eat more shit. As she sat
on him, he sensed her anus puckering as she squirmed trying to push it out.
He was used to this now. As he waited for that first nauseating taste
sensation, he noticed a familiar odor followed by that sticky feeling he
knew so well oozing out from her pussy onto his forehead into his hair,
and dribbling down his cheeks into his ears.

He heard her talking to the girl in the next stall, "Ya' know, Jenna, I
just met this really rad guy! Tch, he just fucked me out in his van a
second ago, ya' know! He's just soooo cute, ya' know, tch, but I just
don't know how I'm gonna dump Johnny, he knows where to get the good
stuff..." Her latest conquest's cum was now dribbling up his nose.

Oh man! I'm going to be sick this time! I just know it!

Being that his head was pinned beneath her 90 pounds of tush and the
rest of him was shackled and strapped down onto that bench, he was stuck
for as long as she felt like taking. And women, as he had recently
learned, like to take their time, especially when they're chatting with
their girlfriends! Her anus had just opened up big and she let out a loud
grunt, as she exploded into his mouth.

She filled his mouth several times over as he struggled to keep up with
her output.

###

Then some woman staggered into his stall wearing black corduroy jeans
and a bikini top over firm pointy boobs. Wow! What a view. Yet, she
nearly fell down as she tried to keep her balance. Unfortunately, the view
was better than what followed. She kneeled, staring down at Steve
upsidedown. Then, a bare moment later, she opened her mouth wide and
puked right on Steve's face.

The intense pukestench of her vomit was too gross for Jack's stomach to
take. He immediately puked up, himself, all over his own face.

She, however, wasn't finished. Barely a moment later, she vomited
again.

She breathed heavily for about a minute before she said, "Oh Man! I'm
sorry, guy. I just had to run to the nearest bathroom to puke. Please.
I'm sorry."

Before he could answer, she wiped her mouth with her arm and staggered
out of the bathroom.

Steve pulled that lever at least ten times in a row after she left.

###

He had been peeing into the pipe more and more frequently as the night
drove on. He suddenly had to take a dump. Not surprising, since he had
consumed several assloads of shit from several different women during the
night. He just let it out through that hole in the bench, into the pail
beneath his ass. He had to do quite a load, and he was thankful that no
one was using him at that moment.

###

He continued to be used by woman after woman as the night dragged on.
Eventually, though, the lights blinked a few times.

Yes! Closing time!

The din outside died down and the club gradually became dead quiet.
After a time, he heard some women enter the restroom, rattling about and
chatting.

That Hispanic woman was back again. This time, she had a mop and bucket
and had started washing the floor around him. She opened the box
containing his head and hosed his head, face, and hair with warm soapy
water. Then she rinsed him off with warm water from another small hose.

Steve asked, "Aren't you going to let me out now that the club is
closing?"

"Didn't you read the contract?"

She wiped his face dry with another cloth and closed the box over his
head again. Then she sat down with her ass pressed against the lid with
his face between her spread legs. Her stockings felt scratchy against his
cheeks.

Looking down at his face between her open legs, she started, "Look,
here's how it works."

"Yeah, how does it work?"

"Just shut up and listen! The next guy who answers the ad by the door
replaces the guy who's been on here the longest. Then the next guy
replaces the guy who's been here the longest. So on, and so on."

"So how long do I have to wait to be replaced?"

"How do I know? That's how it works."

Steve persisted, "Well, usually how long?"

"Well look. There are eight guys in all well, six guys and two
women."

"Yeah, I noticed the women when I started. So there really are women
who want to be toilet slaves?"

"Yup! How a woman can do this, I don't know. Surprised the hell out of
me the first time a woman came to the door. Causes all kinds of problems
too because all the men want to do is go to the men's room to use the
woman."

"Yeah, I bet! So how often do you replace them with new guys, or girls,
as the case may be?"

"I told you! Didn't you listen? Whenever someone knocks on the door,
he replaces whoever's been here the longest!"

"Well, how often does that happen?"

"How the hell do I know? I don't exactly keep track! Maybe once a
week, or so. Sometimes we get two guys together, sometimes weeks go by
without any takers."

"So the average is one guy gets replaced a week?"

"Maybe. I think it's something like that."

"So there's eight toilet slaves, and you replace about one each week, so
I have to wait about eight weeks to get out?"

"I guess so. That sounds about right. But we get more gay guys than
straight guys, so the men's room turns over faster than the women's room."

"Oh, so it's not exactly whoever's been the longest?"

"Well, not really. If we get a guy wants to be a toilet in the men's
room, he'll replace whoever's been in the men's room the longest."

"So I'm going to be here at least eight weeks. Probably longer.
Right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I can't eat shit for eight weeks! You got to let me out! It was great
to do it this once, you know, for the thrill. But I can't stay here for
weeks and weeks."

"Tough shit!"

"But why? Come on, can't you let me out?"

"Look, it ain't so bad. Friday and Saturday nights are pretty busy.
You started on the busiest night, but the rest of the week isn't so bad.
And the club is closed Sunday and Tuesday, so you get a break on those two
days."

"Wonderful! So when do you feed me?"

"Feed you? Now you want to be fed! You've been eating all night!"

"Yeah, I've been eating eating shit! You'll feed me real food won't
you?"

"Actually, I almost forgot. Here, take these pills." She stood up,
reached into her cart, opened a bottle, and dropped a pill into his mouth.
Then she opened another bottle, and dropped a second pill into his mouth.

"Mmmph, what's this?"

"One's a multivitamin pill, and the other's an antibiotic." She sat
back down.

"But I'll starve! I can't live off women's shit and vitamin pills. You
got to give me real food! Please!"

"Sorry to break the news to you, but the human digestive tract isn't
very efficient."

"So?"

"So, there's plenty of food value in what you get from the customers."

"That can't be true!"

"Yeah, it is! If anything, our toilet slaves gain weight during their
stay with us, because they eat well and they don't do any physical work.
So that's why that's the only 'food' you're getting. Now, it's late, I'm
beat, and I'm going home to my boyfriend and get laid!"

She stood and walked out of the stall. A moment later, the lights went
out, plunging him into utter darkness.

He eventually dozed off to sleep. The club would open again too soon.


END

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This story is by me and I ask that it not be posted or
archived without my permission and do not claim it as your own.

The castle mentioned in the story is in fact, a real place. I
have no idea if it is being used this New Year's Eve - I just
took creative license with it. I mean, if ever a castle begged
to be in an ass story, this one did!

Special thanks go to Shon for making sure I got it done in time.

If you'd like to comment on the story, email me at
souvien22



"The Stroke of Midnight"
by Souvie



Blending in with the shadows of a tall spruce tree as if born
from their substance, he observed the building across the street
and the dwindling line of guests entering. The clouds, thick and
stagnant, shrouded the moon's glow and lent the night an air of
mystery. A soft blanket of new snow covered the ground and
helped to muffle footsteps. He smiled to himself; the perfect
night for a heist.

Nymphenburg Castle was bathed in muted light, from outside as
well as within. No loud and raucous celebration here. The
guests would be ringing in the new millennium in stately grace
and impeccable decorum. He slid back the cuff of his black
tuxedo and looked at the Bulova on his wrist; time to get moving.

He was known as "Midnight", jewel thief extraordinaire. Some
half-wit journalist had tagged him with the moniker early in his
career, and to his dismay, it had stuck. It sounded girlish to
him, but no one had asked his opinion. Now he was older and
couldn't give two cents what the press wrote about him.

He strolled up the long drive, past the precision-trimmed hedges
and the frozen pond with its fountain, turned off during the long
winter months. In the spring, the gardens around the castle
rivaled those at Versailles. Now the barren trees shook and
rattled in the cold wind above him and the flowers lay dormant,
waiting for Persephone's sweet smile.

At the door, he handed his invitation to a burly, craggy-faced
footman. The man inclined his head and motioned him to enter.
The forged document was perfect, as he knew it would be; he'd
paid enough for it.

A nab of a champagne-filled flute from a passing waiter and then
a leisurely stroll through the foyer to the Great Hall. Most of
the rooms, as well as the east and west wings, had been cordoned
off for the gala but they held only passing interest for him,
anyway. The heavy Baroque ornamentation leered back at him from
every corner. Former Bavarian rulers had spared no expense.

Tonight's little gathering of 300 or so guests to ring in the new
millennium was the brainchild of Bavaria's Minister of Economic
Development. Nymphenburg Castle, situated right in the heart of
Munich, would not have been his first choice. He'd have much
preferred something smaller and more isolated. As usual, no one
had asked his opinion.

There was a lavish buffet set up in the main room with an
abstract ice sculpture in the middle. A quartet played in the
corner, a saucy Latin number. The trick was to be seen without
being conspicuous. Just another face in the crowd.

He lounged in a corner and thought about the latest object of his
affections. No flesh and blood woman; his quarry was much more
substantive, at least in his mind. He was a jewel thief and one
of the best, if not the best. He was after the "Vale of
Tears", a necklace comprised of three blood-red rubies, so
perfect and dark that they were almost black in color. It was
part of a display entitled "Jewels of Bavaria" and had been
featured in a special showing earlier in the day. Now it rested
just two floors up and three rooms over. And by the time the
clock struck twelve, it would be his.

Two glasses of bubbly later, he noticed her rounding a statue of
Cupid. He'd seen her earlier; he couldn't help it. She was not
one of those drop-dead knockouts that grace the covers of fashion
magazines; her beauty crept up on you and heated your skin like
the last rays of a summer sun.

He watched her approach. White Versace dress, long and high-
necked - not body-hugging but still tight. Designer pumps and
matching handbag. She was closer now. Honey colored hair and
crystal blue eyes. Her nose was too small, her bottom lip too
full. Somehow it all worked on her. It wasn't so much her looks
as it was her attitude; the presence she wore like a second skin.

He didn't move an inch, just waited for her to come to him. He
could smell her designer perfume now and see the necklace she
wore around her neck. Well, well, this was certainly
interesting. He graced her with a slow smile.

"You must think me really forward," she said, "but I noticed you
when you came in earlier." Her English was flawless with only the
faintest trace of an accent. "My name is Margot, Margot
Helling."

He extended his hand and grasped hers lightly. Placing a
lingering kiss against the delicate skin on the back of her hand,
he replied, "Not forward. Captivating, but never forward."

Her answering smile was coy. "And you would be?"

"Forgive my manners, please. Garrett Anderson." She was
becoming a distraction he wanted, but didn't need. Any other
time but tonight. "That's a lovely necklace you're wearing."

She fingered the stones absently. "Why thank you. It's a copy
you know, of the one that was on display earlier. 'das
Jammertal' they call it, or 'Vale of Tears.'"

"Fascinating." Damn but that was a good copy. He'd wager his
Corvette that Sergei had made it. He was the best when it came
to making jewel copies. Back to business now. He made a show of
looking around the room. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I promised
Lady Breeden I'd dance at least once with her."

"Of course," she said, graciously.

He kissed her hand once more. "I hope I'll be seeing you later."
His eyes conveyed his meaning quite clearly.

"I'd count on it," she answered, her voice dropping an octave.

She turned and left then and he drew in his breath. He felt
like he'd been sucker-punched. The back of her gown was open all
the way to the gentle swell of her buttocks. She was not model
slim, but curvaceous. Rubenesque would be the word he'd use for
her. Quite appropriate considering their surroundings.

'I've got to stop this. Concentrate, old chap,' he admonished
himself. He turned and crossed the room, seeking out a garish old
dowager whose cackling laugh could be heard in all corners of the
room. He led her out on the dance floor, just in case Ms.
Helling was watching. Hopefully she didn't personally know the
woman. If so, and she confronted him with it later, he was
confident he could cover himself. After all, he'd spent the last
22 years doing just that.

The dance finished and he noted the time; fifteen minutes until
midnight. Some of the guests were arming themselves with party
favors already.

He started edging toward where his floor plans had shown the
servant's staircase would be. A shrill voice intoned, "Luis! Oh
Luis!" Of all the parties she could have attended tonight, why
did Madeline von Bregen have to pick this one?

Ducking into a darkened alcove and pressing himself flat against
the stones, he waited until she'd given up her search for him and
joined the rest of the crowd. Great. She'd cost him two minutes
that he could ill afford. That was one of the reasons he liked
to work in the dead of night when no one was around. The less
socialization he did on the job, the less likelihood of getting
caught.

He found it amazingly simple to slip up the stairs to the third
floor. He was counting on the Y2K computer glitch to give him a
slight edge around the pressure-sensor casing for the necklace.
It helped, too, that there was a hidden flaw in the security
system. Despite their sterling reputation, Fortress Security Inc.
had an embarrassingly shoddy alarm system on their own offices.

The jewels were in the upper Minstrel's Hall, a room about the
size of Garrett's whole Manhattan condo. The object of his
desire was in the far right corner, surrounded by a network of
infrared lasers. He knelt by the black casing affixed to the
wall. He'd set his watch with the clock in the main hall and
checked the time now. One minute to go. As he drew a small box
from an inside pocket, he could hear the merriment downstairs
picking up. He attached the box, a specially modified surge
suppressor, to the side of the laser casing. The infrared beams
had a 3-second delay on them, from the time the beam was
interrupted until the time the alarm went off. That, coupled
with the 10-second delay provided by the Y2K glitch in the
mainframe, should give him the time he needed to see the necklace
safely in his grasp.

The guests below started to count down.

"5"

"4"

He flipped a switch on the suppressor.

"3"

The beams became visible for a split second and then disappeared
again.

"2"

He crossed the floor to the glass display case.

"1"

He lifted it gingerly.

The grandfather clock in the entrance hall began to chime the
hour.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Delighting in the shiver going up his spine as he grasped the
stones, he carefully replaced the glass top, and stepped back
outside of the laser area.

Just in time, too, as his watch chimed with the 10 second count
off. He removed the black box and slipped it back into his
pocket. He spared a few moments to hold the necklace up for
inspection. Through the dim moonlight coming in through the
stained glass windows, he admired the workmanship. The intricate
links in the gold chain seemed to have been wrought by a fairy
hand, so tiny and perfect were they.

"Well, hello again, Mr. Anderson," a soft, feminine voice said
from the doorway. Margot took a step into the room, the necklace
gleaming around her neck as brilliantly as the original he held
in his hand. "Or should I say, 'Midnight'."

He frowned. "I'm afraid I'm confused."

"Come now," she chided. "I'm not stupid. Who else but the
greatest jewel thief of the decade would be brave, or foolish,
enough to steal the 'Vale of Tears' with so many people around?"

"I bow to your superior deductive skills, madam," he said with a
short bow. "What do you intend to do now?" He was amazed at how
calm he sounded, considering his heart was racing 90 miles an
hour. In the guise of wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers,
he slipped the necklace into his pocket.

She walked closer. "I'm well aware that you could knock me out
and just disappear into the night, but I don't think that's your
style." She laughed at his upraised brows. "But I think we both
know what I want."

"And if I give you..what you want..?"

"I'll forget I ever saw you." She was close enough now to finger
the buttons on his crisp, white shirt.

'What in the Hell are you doing?' his mind screamed at him. 'You
must leave...now!' As his gaze locked onto hers, his mind shut
off as all available blood left it for a more appropriate
location.

With a fury to rival a tropical storm, the two came together in a
passionate kiss. Her hands went to his face, his arms around her
waist. Sweeping her up, he walked with her in his embrace toward
the Aubusson carpet in the center of the room. As they reached
it, he lowered her until her heels touched the floor.

Pulling reluctantly from the kiss he turned her around. He swept
her hair to one side and as his hands began inching up the skirt
of her dress, he alternately sucked and nipped at her neck. His
mouth moved to the top of her spine and then he began to lick
downward, toward the tantalizing swell of her buttocks. As he
reached his goal, he lightly pushed her over.

Gasping in surprise, she looked over her shoulder at him. Her
eyes widened as he spread her legs, kneeling behind her. With
nothing on below the waist other than a stark white garter and
hose, she made a delectable picture.

Margot's eyes flashed then slammed shut in pleasure as he blew
lightly across her moistened thatch and pressed his lips and
tongue against her heated skin. A stifled moan escaped her lips
as his tongue lanced across her swelling clit.

Bringing his fingers up, Garrett spread her lips open wider and
plunged his tongue deep inside. Her knees almost gave out and he
placed his arm around her hips to steady her. Sliding his thumb
up to her burning clit, he began to stroke it in small, fast
circles. Her pulse pounded in her throat and she swallowed
convulsively.

Margot bit her lip as the rest of her body screamed out with her
escalating orgasm. The waves of passion crashed over her and the
pressure between her legs burst in a tidal wave of electrical
impulses. Garrett held her up as she trembled and shook with the
force of her orgasm.

As she re-oriented herself to her surroundings, he stood and
unfastened the front of his trousers. Dropping them, along with
his briefs, into a pile around his ankles he lay down on the
carpet and pulled her atop him. She growled at him as she
lowered herself onto his tumid member. Her thighs locked around
his hips in a viselike grip. Her hands digging into his shoulders
and his hands resting on her hips, she started to move up and
down on him in a dance as old as time.

Slowly at first and then faster and harder she moved, her nipples
puckering against the smooth fabric of her dress. The muscles in
his thighs and ass tightened as he felt his release building.
The revelric sounds from below, and the knowledge that they could
be caught at any time, only heightened their passion.

Her breath started to come in shallow gasps and it wasn't long
before the tenuous quiver of her voice joined the low groaning of
his. Crashing over the edge, he drew her into the depths of the
maelstrom with him.

When the room stopped spinning, Margot got to her feet. She
tugged down her skirt, straightened her necklace and smoothed her
hair, while Garrett deftly slid back into his pants. She walked
over to him and ran her hand through his short, black hair.
Green eyes twinkled back at her. "Does this mean I can go now?"
he asked.

She laughed and stepped back, sweeping her arm to the side in a
grand gesture. "I always keep my promises...Midnight."

He refused to rise to her goading. He tipped off a smart salute.
"Until next we meet, Mags," he said, and walked out of the room
as if he hadn't a care in the world.

Margot stood there, lost in remembrances until someone clearing
their voice startled her back to the present. "Papa! You
startled me so!"

An older gentleman, with her same crystal blue eyes, walked out
of the shadows.

"How long have you been there?" she asked, her cheeks flushing.

"Long enough," was the semi-stern reply. "How could you, Margot?
That man is a thief."

"It's okay, Papa," she said with a carefree laugh. "He only took
the necklace in the case; the paste. The original is still here,
safely around my neck." She smiled at the brilliance of their
plan.

"Is that so?" her father questioned. "Then why is there a deep
'M' carved into the center stone?"

"What?" She fumbled behind her to unfasten the necklace and hold
it to the light. Sure enough, a crooked 'M' had been scratched
into the surface of the undeniably fake 'Vale of Tears.' "He
must have switched them, but.." her voice trailed off. She could
guess when, but not exactly how. He must have known all along!
Her eyes flashed fire as she trembled in barely concealed rage.
No one played Margot Helling for a fool! They would meet again.
She didn't know when or where, but there would be a next time!

As she stormed out of the room, her father following closely, she
could have sworn she heard his laughter echoing down the deserted
halls.


THE END


1999 by Souvie

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