Posted 20030426 to alt.sex.stories.moderated. 
Stephanie's "Date" (MF,mast)
by Philip Harris

It was Friday night, still ten minutes before 10 o'clock, 
and Steph was already in bed, ready for her "date."  She 
was dressed in her most see-through nightgown; it was 
diaphanous and blue, indecently short, and with a neckline 
that closed only by a small bow just at her waist.  She'd 
bought this nightgown seven years ago, before a first date 
with a certain boy.  But he hadn't asked her on a second 
date, and so she'd never had a chance to wear the nightgown 
for him.  She'd never had a chance to wear it for anyone.

Steph had the two dildos on the bed beside her, freshly 
loaded with batteries.  She'd had to stop in the filthy 
part of town on the way home from work to buy them.  David 
had instructed her to.  Steph had never used a dildo.

Steph only knew David from email today.  Steph was thirty-
five years old, she lived alone, and she hadn't had a real 
date in at least six years.  Steph was short--well, mousy, 
to be honest.  Her breasts were undersized, and her face 
was very plain, behind practical, dull glasses.  She tried 
to stay skinny, but years of sitting at a desk had made her 
a little large in the behind.

Five more minutes until 10 o'clock.  Steph checked that she 
had arranged everything right.  She'd lurked on the 
personals newsgroups for months before getting up the 
courage to post herself.  She'd 
rewritten the ad again and again during her lunchtimes, for 
at least a month, before finally submitting it yesterday:

    Willing slave girl will submit to any man.

That's all she had posted, along with a Yahoo email 
address.  She must have checked her email a hundred times 
since yesterday.  When she first opened her email account 
after the posting, her eyes lit up to see that she'd gotten 
20 emails in just an hour!  But there were no legitimate 
responses, just ads for "penis enlargement," and other 
spam.

Her only real answer came today, just after lunchtime, from 
a man who called himself David.  They exchanged a flurry of 
emails all afternoon, each email getting bolder and more 
erotic.  Steph didn't have a computer at home, and she 
didn't want to lose her new boyfriend over the weekend, and 
so she had given him her home phone number, and he'd 
proposed this "date."

Steph could remember her last real date with a boy.  She 
was, yes, 29.  He talked about installing wallboard, which 
was his job.  Where was all the hand holding, the copped 
feels, the sexual innuendo?  Steph had never had a date 
like that.  She'd given her virginity to a drunken date in 
college, and he hadn't even remembered it the next morning.

She'd had a boyfriend when she was twenty-four, for about 
one month.  She'd had sex with him every weekend.  She'd 
even tried oral sex on him, but he didn't seem to enjoy it.

"You like fingering, don't you?" he'd said, and he did that 
to her often enough, but he only fucked her on Saturday 
nights.  She was horrified when he told her that she got 
wetter than other girls, even though he'd claimed that it 
was a complement.  She learned to put a big towel beneath 
herself in bed.

Steph had a few dates after he broke up with her, but 
mostly she got just one date with each guy.  And when they 
had sex it was always a one-night stand.  Steph began 
worrying that her wetness disgusted men, and after that she 
seldom dated.

After Steph turned thirty, she kind of forgot about sex for 
a while.  She felt horny sometimes, but her wetness was an 
embarrassment whenever she played with herself.  For a long 
time she just went without.

Then about a year ago her urges seemed to grow.  She 
explored herself again, always using a towel underneath.  
She had to start spraying her bedroom with perfume.  

Steph knew that there was sex on the Internet, and 
sometimes at work when there was nobody else around, she 
went looking for it.  Gradually she found newsgroups where 
men and women hunted one another for sex, and where they 
wrote erotic stories about their fantasies.  After that she 
had to start bringing extra, dry pairs of panties to work 
with her.

Bringgg!!!!  The telephone's ring startled her.  It was now 
six minutes past 10 o'clock, and Steph had become worried 
that David wouldn't call after all.

She picked up the telephone and answered a timid, "Hello."

"Stephanie?" a man's voice asked uncertainly.

"Yes," she said.  Her panties had become uncomfortably wet 
while she was waiting, and she suddenly felt a renewed 
flush of excitement there.

"I'm David," he said, and then after a pause, "Are you 
ready to do the things that you promised me?'

"Yes," Steph answer.  My god this was exciting!  She felt 
as nervous as if he were in her bedroom with her.  She'd 
never done anything like this before, and had never let a 
another soul know about her urges.  But in her emails today 
she'd told him an awful lot.  She'd promised him a lot!

"Are you in bed, ready for sex?" Dave asked.

"Yes," Steph said.

"Did you get the two dildos, the big one and the small 
one?"

"Yes."

"Turn on the big one, low, just to listen to it humming for 
you."

Steph turned on the bigger of the two dildos.  At first it 
roared to life like a racecar engine, making her afraid of 
it, but then she turned the vibrator down to something 
quieter.

"I don't want it shaking roughly," Dave said.  "I don't you 
to cum too quickly.  Just let it buzz like a sleeping bunny 
rabbit."

"It's quiet," Steph said.  She was already gushing.  She 
knew that she was going to cum very easily, and very soon, 
and many times.

"Put the persuader down for now, I just want you to listen 
to it," Dave said.  "Are your breasts bare for me?"

Steph's nightgown didn't really cover her breasts, but she 
spread the neckline open to expose them anyway.

"Yes David," she said, "They're bare for you."

"Describe them to me," David said.

Steph looked down at her smallish breasts.  They were 
little cones, like those cone-shaped paper cups for water 
coolers, and her nipples were light pink caps that turned 
just slightly downward, and slightly toward the outsides.

"Um, they're pink, and small, and . . ."

"Touch them," David interrupted.  "Tell me what they'd feel 
like in my hands right now."

Steph cupped her left breast with her right hand.  It 
didn't feel special to her at all, but she tried to imagine 
what it would feel like to a man.

"Uh, they're soft, warm.  They feel good to my fingertips.  
It feels good having my fingertips touch them."

"Rub them Stephanie," David said.  Open your fingers flat, 
and rub them in circles on your nipples for me."

"Okay," Steph said, doing as he wanted, holding the phone 
to her ear by tilting her head.

"Where is the big dildo now?" he asked.

"It's buzzing on the bed.  It's rolled down against my 
knee."

"Then you are sitting up?"

"Yes."

"Then keep rubbing your nipples for me, but use your knees 
to work the vibrator between your legs.  Press your clit 
against the dildo's head."

Steph did it.  It took her several tries to get the dildo 
into place without using her hands.  But oh!  She was ready 
to cum as soon as it touched near her clit.

"Okay," she said.  "It's working on me."

"Hump it," he said.

"It keeps moving away."  By now she'd stopped rubbing her 
nipples, but she kept her hands clenched on her breasts, 
trying to get the dildo to her pussy using only her legs 
and hips.  

"Keep doing that until your panties are wet for me," David 
said.

"Oh they're soaked now," Steph confessed.

"Good girl.  Now you can stop rubbing your nipples.  Are 
they erect and ready for me?  If I sucked on them now would 
your nipples be firm for my tongue?"

"Yes," Steph answered truthfully.  Her nipples never showed 
through her clothing the way nipples sometimes did on other 
girls, but now they were truthfully aroused and betraying.

"Lie down in bed now Stephanie," David said.  "Leave your 
panties on, but pull them aside and slide the big dildo 
inside you.  Deeply."

Steph did as he asked, although she'd never put anything 
other than a tampon into her before.  She climaxed right 
away, luxuriantly, discovering a spot inside her that she'd 
never known before.  Gasping for breath, she held the 
telephone away from her face to prevent David from hearing 
that she'd cum so soon.

"Is it inside you?" David asked.

"Oh yes," Steph answered, after a deep gulp.  For a moment 
she could hardly breath.

"Now slide it in and out slowly," he instructed.  "Let it 
make you horny."

Steph's pussy was still quivering from splendid orgasm.  
Ordinarily this would have been enough for her, and she 
wanted to rest, but she did what David asked her to do, 
passionately easing the buzzing coaxer in and out of her 
pussy.

"Press it in deeply," David said.  "Make it fuck you.  Let 
it rape you.  Are you fucking yourself with it Stephanie?"

"Yes," she said, "I'm fucking myself with it."  She pressed 
in deeply, but kind of upward toward that spot.  Oh god!

"Put the phone down there and let me hear," he said.  "I'm 
going to time you with my watch, and I want to listen to 
five minutes of  Stephanie fucking herself slowly and 
deeply with a dildo, understand?"

"Yes," Steph said, and with her left hand she held the 
phone receiver between her legs while she dildoed with her 
right hand, timing herself using her bedside clock.

The five minutes seemed to last forever, and Steph was a 
gushing mess.  She had at least two quivering climaxes, and 
juice kept flowing from her.

"There," she said into the telephone after the five minutes 
were up.  Even the phone was messy.  "Can I rest for a 
moment now?"

"No, now I want to hear you cum for me," he said.  "Take 
your panties off now, and put the telephone down next to 
your head.  Take the little vibrator and turn it up half 
way.  Let me hear it.  Turn it higher than that.  Now I 
want to you keep penetrating with the big vibrator, but use 
the little dildo on your clit.  Keep it working there.  I 
want five minutes of that Stephanie, and I want to hear you 
cumming loudly."

Stephanie's yelling confessions of orgasm were genuine.  
She did just as he said, although she couldn't keep the 
little dildo on her clit for more than a few seconds.  He 
made her do it again and again, and 
although the ordeal didn't last an entire five minutes, 
Steph's climaxes became painful.  Still he made her 
continue, until she pleaded that she could give no more.

Tears soaked her eyes, both from pleasure and ordeal, and 
she was sure that her juices had soaked through the towel 
beneath her and onto the 
bed.

They talked on the telephone for another forty-five minutes 
after that, with David insisting that Steph lie naked, her 
tits exposed and her tired pussy dripping, while she 
confessed sexual fantasies to him.  It felt good to her, 
being naked and sexual while revealing herself to a man.  
She felt intensely sexual.  Her breasts even felt . . . 
more womanly.

David praised her sexual performance, coaxing two short 
repeats from her.  The last time, before they ended the 
call, David came with her.  Steph had never really heard a 
man cum before.  Her other lovers had been silent grunters, 
while David shared his sensations aloud as he described his 
actions to her.  When he described his semen, shooting hot 
and sticky upward and then raining down onto his hand, 
Steph stroked her breasts, feeling as if she were actually 
taking his rough, man's hand and using it to rub his cum 
onto her tits.

Cautiously, Steph revealed to David the nearest big city to 
where she lived, and David revealed what state he lived in.  
They lived close enough together that they might actually 
arrange to meet sometime, but David made no offer.  Steph 
deliberately didn't ask David if he was married or 
anything.  

As they said goodbye, she didn't ask him for another 
"date," thinking sadly that this was probably just another 
one-night stand.  But then, before David hung up, he asked, 
"What time should I telephone you tomorrow for breakfast 
sex?"

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