The escalator, first part of a story series
This is my first story post, so please give me any and all feedback:THE ESCALATOR: SAMI, PART II have an unusual nicknamethe kind you can only get on the net, and the kind that will never be used anywhere else. No one will ever say, Hey, Escalator as I walk down the street. But in the online circles I run in, it has come to define meand I like to think Ive earned it.Everyone has a talent. Mine seems to be getting people to be just a little more sexually adventurous than they were; taking fantasy to reality with complete complicity. Its taking a girl who has given one girlfriend a drunken kiss and getting her to love diving. Its getting a guy who says hes bi-curious to give that first blowjob.There are an endless series of challenges out there for me and each one is different. I get in, ride each wave as far as it will go, and sense when weve gone as far as we can. Then, as the super heroes say, my work is done.And while there have been a number of projects I remember fondly, there was one that got me my nickname. It lasted just six weeks, but she blossomed like nothing Ive ever seen before or since. Her name was Sami, and she was a junior Tri-Delt at the college up the hill.I went to a Thursday night college party as a favor to Jessie, an old playmate who, through me, was now regularly munching her big sister. She knew I was always up for free beer and open minds, so the setting was a natural for me.The band had had better nights, but they were certainly making up for it with volume. I was leaning on the wall opposite the stage with a half-naked Jessie on one side and her bikini-clad sis on the other. The big sisterDonnahad her hand down the front of my pants. Jessie thought Donna was just being playful, but in truth it was an inside joke between Donna and I. Two years ago I escalated her to giving strangers handjobs in public.As the beat pumped, so did Donna, and I had a nice hard piece of wood. There was conversation, but I couldnt hear it. It was mostly nodding and the smell of stale beerand a little sex. Somehow, Jessie got the attention of a redhead across the room and motioned her over.I knew this was for me, and I paid close attention.She was a slight little thing, an upperclassman but not more than a B cup. She was dressed almost defensively in a long-sleeve t-shirt and sensible jeans. Nice curves and a round ass, but her face was tightly pinched, almost pained. She squinted from the smoke and winced with the loudest beats from the stage. It was all a little much for her.SAMMY Jessie shouted in my ear. I nodded. SAMMY she said again, and nodded at me, making sure I got it. I raised the hand that wasnt behind Jessie in a hi sign and smiled. Sami opened her eyes wide enough to look me square, deliberately dropped them to my pants and Donnas vise-lock, and smiled back at me. She raised her clear plastic cup at me and smiled.–Twenty minutes later we were in a quiet corner in another part of the house. Sami had pulled Donna upstairs to leave me with Sami, and though she knew it was a setup, she was very shy. At least by this point I knew she was Sami with an i, that she didnt live at the house but at an apartment in town, and had one, very religious roommate. No serious boyfriend or girlfriendin fact, she blushed heavily when I asked her about a girlfriend.She kept trying to steer the conversation into the mainstream, but I wouldnt have any of it. Once she saw that I was interested in talking about sex, but not jumping her, she started to open up. She told me about her first timeonly a year earlierand how he was a big jerk. Sami didnt have to tell me he was married, or a professor; I knew it and so did she.The crack came when I started asking her about panties. I told her that if she wanted to start having better sex, she needed to think of herself as sexy. When you walk across the quad with a thong on, youll know youre sexy even if no one else suspects, I told her. She smiled and said nothing. She was beginning to comply.An hour later, the party waning, I gave her a test. Go into that closet, remove your bra and panties, and give them to me, I instructed. Then I want you to walk home naked and feel your sex, indulge yourself in it. When you get home, finish yourself off as a reward. Her eyes widened, but not much. She promised to call me the next day.
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I like it Definitely has some potential, keep going
Comment by undue_perversity23 — August 25, 2006 @ 7:37 pm
When Sami called my cell phone around 10 the next morning, I was ready to go. Frankly, I was surprised she had waited that longeven though I knew she had classes scheduled in the morning, I felt confident she would blow them off to see what else I had to offer. I made sure I wouldnt dissapoint.She answered the door of her apartment as I had requested: in a silky robe withthanks to her erect nipplesclearly nothing underneath. Hey, she said warmly. Come on in.I could smell fresh coffee and syrup in the air, but as we passed the kitchen, everything was clean. She had been up for a while and clearly wasnt feeling any ill effects from the night before. Arent we the eager beaver? I asked.She laughed, much more loosely than she had last night. Yeah, I guess, she smiled. Im just in a really good mood. That walk home was a lot of fun.And you satisfied yourself when you got home?Woke up my roomie the first timethen went back for seconds, she admitted.And again this morning, I guessed.You got it.We entered he bedroom, a tiny chamber just big enough for a twin bed, a basic dresser with a TV and DVD player, and the typical college girl dcor of posters, pillows, and stuffed animals.I looked around, and walked back to the kitchen to grab a chair. A moment later, she sat on the bed, white robe tightly cinched, waiting for the next move. Finally, she asked, Whats in the backpack?I pulled the red-and-white pack onto my lap. This, Sami, is the apple and Im the snake. Once I open this upyou cant go back to the girl you were, do you understand?Sure, she smirked. I could see she really didnt understand.Sami, I said, there are lines you cross, sexually, that change you. You might not believe me now, but I want to be upfront with you.She looked away.Who I am right now isnt exactly working for me, she said to the wall.Then lets begin, I suggested. Take off the robe.She smiled, walked to the closet, and disrobed, hanging it on a hook. The red patch of hair between her legs was a beautiful thing, butShe came before my chair and started to kiss me. I pushed her gently away.Thats not what were here for, I told her, and she was clearly confused.Grabbing a towel from the floor, I said, Spread this on the bed and sit on it. I produced a cordless trimmer from the backpack.Trim that bush of yours, and then well shave it, I told her. The new you demands it.With some hesitation, she trimmed, and shaved awkwardly. She was silent in her compliance, but in control. When she had finished, she admired her work and asked, What now?I pulled out a DVD and slipped it into her TV. While it started, I said, now you watch and masturbate for me.The DVD was home-made, and contained a variety of scenes. She was clearly uncomfortable at first, just touching clit and occasionally dipping a finger in. She tried to hide her interest in the vanilla sex images on the screen: a woman giving a blowjob, missionary sex, doggy style and so on.Slowly the images got more graphic and she was working harder and harder. She flipped over doggy style, her head sideways on a pillow to get better access and eagerly accepted the vibrator I handed her as threesomes and lesbian footage rolled.When the anal montages started, she had already climaxed, but I told her to keep going. With some lube and an a small plug, I christened her small asshole. She gasped, but barely stopped stroking herself.When the bondage sequences started, I rolled her on her back, placed a dog collar on her neck, and loosely tied each ankly to a corner of the top of her bedframe. The result was a flushed, soaking wet woman-in-heat, head propped up on pillows, fixated on the screen, with her legs forming a large V in the air.For good measure, I added a few touches, placing a clothes pin on each nipple and a large marble into each nostril. The latter, one of my personal touches, forced her to breath through her mouth, producing an even heavier, sexier breath and sound.The porn had moved on to pain, humiliation, and finallybestiality. When the first sequences of a dog licking a woman came onto the screen, she literally stopped stroking. But, a second later, caught up in her lust and an attraction to the fantasy, she startd again even harder than ever. I handed her a large dildo and she began to f herself vigorously, still holding the vibrator on her clit with the other hand. Her clenched ass cheeks told me her virgin ass was still getting used to the plug.She was dripping with sweat, and slowing down, so the ring on my cell phone gave us both a reason to stop. She smiled a freshly-f smile at me as I answered it. Be right there, I said into the phone. Be right back I told her.She started to protest but stopped as I held up one finger.I walked to the front door of her apartment. My friend Reggie was there, and impressive as always. 63, muscular, hes a specimen.We walked back to her room, and entered together.She started to try to get upand then lay down when I lay my hand gently on her stomach.Sami, this is Reggie. I told her. Hes here to f you.Reggie, ever polite, said Nice to meet you, he said, and dropped his pants. She stopped and stared. I chuckled. 10 thick inches will get that reaction every time.
Comment by someonthesidenc — August 25, 2006 @ 9:46 pm
Nice start, hurry back with more story. 10pts
Comment by tumblebug — August 25, 2006 @ 10:12 pm