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Subject: {ASSM} My top ten (tg) #9 [1/3]
Date: Sat, 18 Jan 2003 23:10:03 -0500
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Sorry for the delay.  Here's my #9 story: Be Careful What You Wish For

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR...
      The Meeting

Sal Lewis placed the money from the customer's purchase in the 
register.  As the customer, a pretty blonde barely out of her teens, 
left, she bumped into Leonard Jones, the manager of Haley's, the 
store where they both worked (a kind of small town version of Sears 
or JCPenny's).  Sal watched as the woman struck up a conversation 
with the handsome man.  It wasn't long before the woman was slipping 
a card into Leonard's breast pocket.

After she left, Leonard came over to the register, pulled the card 
out of his pocket, and said, "Want a phone number?"

Sal gave a short laugh.  "Thanks, but I don't think she'd like that 
much.  Expecting a phone call from you, but getting a phone call from 
me.  How do you do that?"

"Must be the," Leonard, or Leo to his friends and colleagues, struck 
a weight lifter's pose and deepened his voice, "animal magnetism."

Sal just smiled.  Leo, at 6'4" and 240 pounds (all muscle) could 
easily have been mistaken for an amateur weight lifter.  But 
constantly played down his manly physique.  He was one of those guys 
who had the looks and body to be a real asshole, but enough humility 
to be a real friend to every one he met.

Sal, on the other hand, was an opposite to Leo in almost every way. 
He stood only 5'4", and had never weighed more than 150 pounds in his 
life.  His personality was also the opposite to Leo's.  Not that 
anyone would ever have accused Sal of being an asshole, but where Leo 
was open and outgoing, Sal was shy and withdrawn, barely having the 
courage to ask customers if they needed help when they walked in the 
store.

"So why don't you call the lady up?" Sal asked.  "Clearly she was 
interested, and definitely a looker."

"Tell you the truth, I'm just not interested in girls like that.  I 
prefer my women shy and demure.  Nothing turns me on more than to 
notice a girl noticing me from across a room, then, when she notices 
that I've noticed, she suddenly averts her eyes.  Girls forward 
enough to approach me and shove business cards in my pocket just kind 
of turn me off."

Sal sighed.  "Ironic.  Girls are constantly approaching you like 
that, and it turns you off.  I would love to have a girl approach me 
like that, but most won't even give me a second glance.  Just once, I 
wish a girl would approach me and, despite my shyness, make me have 
sex with her."

"Well, you know what they say."

"What's that?"

"Be careful what you wish for.  You might just get it."

"Yeah, right."

"Hey, I know you're getting off now, but I noticed your car wasn't in 
the employee section of the parking lot.  Having car problems?  Gonna 
need a ride home?  I'm not getting off till close, but I am going to 
make the run with the mid-day bank deposit in about an hour if you 
want to wait."

"Naw, no car troubles.  I just felt like jogging to work today. 
Thanks, anyways."

"Sure, no problem."

When Janice, his mid-day replacement, arrived, Sal went in back, 
changed into his sweats, threw his work clothes in a backpack, had  a 
quick cup of coffee, and set off to home.

While jogging by the park, Sal realized that the last cup of coffee 
was a mistake, when his bladder started to let him know that it was 
"time to go".  Luckily the park had a public bathroom, so Sal quickly 
ran in, opened his pants, whipped his dick out and let fly.  As the 
pressure relieved, Sal heard someone walk into the bathroom.  Out of 
curiosity, he took a quick look, and stopped cold.  It was a girl! 
In the men's room!

Sal was too flabbergasted to say anything as the girl walked right 
into the bathroom as if she owned the place.  Sal just stared as the 
beauty (5'8", with D tits) walked right up to the other urinal (there 
were only two and one stall), unzipped her jeans, and pulled out a 
dick of her own!  Sal was stunned to the point where he couldn't even 
move, including not being able to look away.

Sal only stood there in amazement as the woman (he still couldn't 
think of her as a guy, despite the evidence right in front of his 
face) relieved herself into the urinal.  After she was finished, she 
turned to him and said, "Take it in hand."

"Uhm, uh, excuse me?"

"You get such a kick out of watching me pee?  Take it in hand and 
shake it for me."

"I...  I don't think-"

"That's right.  Don't think."  She took his hand and put it on her 
dick.  "Just obey."  Sal, with an almost unconscious action, shook 
the last bits of urine from the tip of the girl's dick.  Then she 
said, "Now fondle it a bit."  Without even thinking about it, Sal 
started stroking the meat in his hand.  It quickly grew hard, and 
hard it was almost 9 inches long.  It was incredibly thin for a dick. 
Sal guessed that, in terms of mass, it was probably about the same as 
his own average 6 incher.

"Mmmm, you've got a nice hand."  She grasped the back of his head, 
pulled his face to hers, and kissed him.  She made it clear that she 
was the aggressor, as she forced her tongue deep into his mouth. 
"And a sweet mouth, as well.  Let's give it a try."

Sal quickly realized what she wanted, as she forced him to his knees 
before her, and started to protest, "I... I don't...  Not out here, 
in public."

She stopped and thought about it.  "Perhaps you're right."  She took 
him by the arm and dragged him to the stall.  She forced him to kneel 
before her, and said, "There.  Now no one will suspect you're sucking 
a girl's dick.  They'll just think you're sucking a dick."

"But-"

"Hush, boy!"  She pressed her dick to his mouth.  "Now suck."  Sal 
opened his mouth only slightly, and the girl shoved into him.  Tears 
came to his eyes as her ramrod bumped against the back of his throat. 
"Relax," she said.  "Don't make this harder than it is."

Sal closed his eyes and tried to relax, but as he felt the woman's 
dick start to slide down his throat, his gag reflex kicked in.  The 
woman immediately pulled back, just a little, and said, "Don't worry, 
hun.  We'll keep trying until you get it right."

She tried again and again, getting a little further each time.  It 
was somewhere after a dozen times when Sal felt the button on her 
jeans press against his nose.  He opened her eyes and saw the fabric 
of her blouse right in front of his eyes.  He heard her say, 
"Congratulations!  You did it."

And, strangely enough, Sal felt proud, prouder even than when he made 
Employee of the Month for the first time.  "Now," she said, "stick 
your tongue out, into my pants.  You'll get a nice, little taste 
treat."  Sal wondered what she meant, but obeyed the woman's command. 
He slid his tongue out along the length of her dick, into her pants, 
felt the elastic of her panties, and slid his tongue behind it.  He 
expected to touch her balls at any moment, when he felt his tongue 
slide into a moist slit.  He was, once more, shocked.  The woman had 
a dick and a cunt!

Sal felt hands on the top of his head as the woman started to move 
him back and forth on her.  He thanked god for his long tongue, for 
it allowed him to keep at least the tip of it in her cunt as she 
moved him up and down on her dick.  Sal actually did his best to lick 
and stroke her cunt and dick as well as possible.  It only took a few 
seconds before the woman pulled him almost all the way off her dick 
and started spraying into his mouth.  What she was spraying was 
thinner than he expected, but actually had a nice taste to it.

He looked up and she smiled down on him.  She reached down and, in 
one smooth motion, lifted him up and set him on the toilet seat. 
Quickly, quicker than Sal thought possible, she took off her pants 
and panties, and unbuttoned her blouse.  She came over, straddled 
him, and lowered herself on to him.  It was then that Sal realized 
that his dick (now rock hard) had been hanging out from earlier when 
he had been using the bathroom.  He moaned as he felt her wet cunt 
ensheath his rod.  She pulled him to her bosom, and buried his face 
in her cleavage.  His hands took their place on her back, and he 
started moving her up and down atop him, while licking and sucking 
her tits.  They continued to move together, until they exploded in 
simultaneous orgasm.

Sal collapsed back on the toilet seat.  He felt the girl get off of 
him.  After a few seconds, he managed to open his eyes.  The girl was 
already dressed, and at the door to the stall.  Just before she left, 
she turned back to him, winked, and said, "Don't forget to put that 
thing away before you leave."

Sal watched her leave the stall, then watched her legs under the 
door, until she was out of sight.  He then tried to leap up, but his 
backpack (which had somehow managed to stay on throughout the event) 
had gotten caught up on the toilet's plumbing.  He fought with it a 
bit, before getting out of it.  Then he leapt up, stuffed his dick in 
his pants, and ran outside.  Unfortunately the girl was long gone, so 
Sal went back inside, got his backpack, and jogged home.

That night, he dreamed strange, erotic dreams of being dominated by 
that same beautiful hermaphrodite.

**********

TWO DAYS LATER...

Sal was working the women's department that day.  Haley's, unlike the 
national chains it emulated, wasn't big enough to afford a regular 
person for every department, so the sales staff (since some positions 
were choicer than others) rotated through different 
"meta-departments", and Sal, being the non-confrontational type he 
was, gladly worked the women's department on his turn, and, in fact, 
knew more about this post (and every other in the store) than almost 
anyone in the store.  The women's department contained lingerie, 
women's wear (dresses, skirts, blouses, women's pants and suits, 
etc.), and women's accessories (belts, purses, jewelry, make-up, 
etc.).  On the weekend, when sales could allow it, there were two 
people to handle everything, but today, it was just Sal.

Sal was leaning on the counter next to the register reminiscing about 
the strange woman, when Leo snapped him out of his reverie saying, 
"Hey, dude, what's up?"  When Sal literally jumped up, Leo said, 
"What's up with you?  You've been in an almost perpetual daydream for 
the last couple days."

Sal let his heart settle down a bit, before sighing and turning to 
face Leo.  "It's just... I met this incredible woman."

"Good for you!  What's her name?"

"That's just it.  I don't know."

"You don't know her name?"

"I met her when I was jogging home a couple days ago.  I had to use 
the bathroom at Monument Park, and she just walked right in."

"In the men's room?"

"Uh-huh.  Then she made me do strange, exotic things.  But then, she 
just walked away without telling me her name."

"Woah.  Sounds like you got your wish."

"Yeah.  Now I just wish I could see her again."

"Well, you know what they say."

"Yeah, yeah, I know.  Be careful what you wish for."

Leo smiled.  "You got a customer.  Lingerie."

As Leo walked away, Sal turned.  The woman was behind a rack of 
lingerie, and Sal could barely see her heels.  He walked over and 
prepared his usual, "Can I help you?" but was stopped cold when she 
walked out.  It was HER!  The park woman!

She looked up at him, and, not seeming to notice who he was, asked, 
"Hello, do you work here?"

Sal could barely nod.

"I was wondering, could you recommend a good brand of lingerie?  I'm 
afraid I'm not familiar with any of these brands."

Sal stared at her dumbfounded.  Did she really not know who he was? 
Or was she just maintaining some kind of aloof decorum?  He finally 
shook himself out of his wonderment and proceeded to go into detail 
about the various brands they kept in stock.  After he was finished, 
she picked a few panties from the more expensive brands.  She draped 
them over his arms, and asked, "Would you give me a hand?  I'd like 
to compare myself with these in the dressing room mirrors."

Before he could even respond, she gave him a slight push towards the 
dressing room.  But, in his near befuddlement, that slight push had 
the same force as if it had been delivered by a world-class weight 
lifter.  Sal just walked along beside her, until they entered the 
dressing room.  She then took the lingerie from him, and tossed it on 
the bench.  She then grabbed Sal under his arms, picked him 
up,slammed him against the wall, and plastered their lips together.

After they broke, she gently lowered him to the floor.  He was about 
to say something, but she pressed her fingers to his lips.  "Shhhh. 
If you want more of what we did the other day, don't say a word."

She remembered him!  Somehow that pleased him more than it should 
have.  But, not wanting to disrupt this (he wanted it so badly), he 
said nothing.  She unsnapped and unzipped his pants, dropping them to 
the floor.  Then, while pulling his briefs down his legs, she went to 
her knees before him and gently licked him like he had never been 
licked before.  When he was rock hard, she told him, "Close your 
eyes."

He did as commanded, and felt her lift his leg out of his pants, then 
set it back down.  As she repeated the process with the other leg, he 
felt a fabric drawn tight around his legs.  She slowly pulled 
whatever it was up his legs.  It had a soft, sensuous feel, with an 
airiness that felt good on his legs.  She brought it up to his crotch 
and wrapped it around his ass and balls, leaving his cock hanging 
over the top of the elastic.

She stood up beside him, lifted her skirt, and dropped it over his 
dick.  She pressed her crotch to his, grinding their dicks together, 
hers still in it's silken sheath, his in whatever it was.  The 
grinding, combined with that sensuous feeling around his balls, was 
driving him insane, and soon, he was spraying into the underside of 
her skirt.

When they broke, and she pulled away, he looked down to see what it 
was.  He was only slightly surprised to find that it was a pair of 
panties, lacy ones at that.  She stepped behind him, took him in her 
arms, and started rubbing his chest from behind.  She pulled their 
bodies together, rubbing her tits to his back, and her crotch to his 
ass.  It wasn't long before Sal was rubbing back against her, wanting 
to enhance the sensation in any way possible.  He felt the panties 
between them (both hers, and the ones on him) slide down.  He felt 
her pull back a little, then felt her dick at his ass.  He protested, 
"Wait...  I don't-"

But she silenced him with a single, "Shhhh."  Then she started to 
push into him.  He thought that it would be incredibly painful 
(particularly without lubrication), but, although there was some 
pain, her dick was thin enough that it wasn't anywhere near as bad as 
he thought it would be.  She continued to push and push until their 
hips touched.  She waited only briefly before she began to pump in 
him, going in and out.

Sal thought he'd have to just grin and bear it, but, after just a 
bit, the pain became one more sensation to add to the erotic pleasure 
he was feeling, and he started to help with his own sodomy, pushing 
back against her with every thrust she made.  It only took a few 
minutes before they were cumming together once more.

After he came, Sal went weak in the knees.  The woman helped him to 
the bench, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  The woman then left the 
dressing room.  Sal quickly pulled himself together.  He had to get 
that woman's name and number!  He almost ran out into the shop with 
nothing on but the panties and his shirt, but realized what he was 
dressed in, just before doing so.  He quickly looked around and found 
his pants, but his briefs were missing.  All the lingerie, and, of 
course, the panties he was still wearing, were there, but his 
underwear was gone!

Not wanting to delay any longer than necessary, he stuffed his dick 
into the panties, pulled on his pants, and ran out to the store.  But 
the woman was gone!  The only sign that she had ever been there was 
the money on top of the register.  Checking it Sal noticed it was 
exactly the amount needed for the panties he wore.  On the top bill 
was the message, "For your gift."

And, damn it, he still didn't know her name!

**********

LATER THAT DAY...

Sal sat on his couch at home, bushed.  They had had a sudden rush of 
customers during the last couple hours before closing, and Sal was 
exhausted.  He had come right home, grabbed a soda out of the fridge, 
sat down on the couch, and turned on the TV.  He was thinking about 
that strange woman who had so dominated his life after only two 
visits.  He thought to himself, "I wish I knew who she was."

Almost immediately thereafter, he could hear Leo's voice saying, "Be 
careful what you wish for."

He was just starting to recover from the day's exertions when he 
heard a knock on the door.  "Who could that be?" he thought as he 
looked at his watch.  "It's almost 11 PM."

He got up, opened the door, and stood there, stunned, as SHE walked 
in.  "Oh, good, I got the right place," she said as she strode past 
him.  He stood there and stared as the girl looked around.  "Nice 
place.  Small, but kind of cozy."  She sat on the couch.  "So, are 
you going to offer a lady a drink?"

Sal stood there for a few seconds before shaking his head, and 
saying, "Uh, yeah, soda okay?"

"Don't you have anything stronger?"

"I'm afraid not.  I... don't handle alcohol real well."

"Well, if sodas are all you have, they'll have to do."

Sal went into the kitchen, poured a soda into a glass, and brought it 
out to her.  As she sipped the soda, he asked, "Not that I'm 
complaining, but how did you find me?"

She reached into the purse she had, and fished out a card.  Sal 
looked at the card.  It was one of the cards the store sprung for. 
All it said was his name, "SALESCLERK", and the name of the store. 
"Well, once I had your name from this card, it was a simple matter to 
get your number and address from the phone book."  Sal was somehow 
strangely pleased that she would make even this simple effort to find 
him.

She put the card back in her purse, and set the glass of soda on the 
coffee table.  She pulled Sal to her and proceeded to French him. 
Sal felt all his resistance melt away, and she started to push him 
backwards.  Sal almost allowed himself to be pushed onto his back, 
but managed to pull it together, broke the lip lock and said, "Wait a 
minute," and shook his head.  "Who are you?  Where did you come from? 
Where did you get...?"  Sal nodded his head towards her crotch.

In a sultry voice, she asked, "Is that really important?" and tried 
to press her lips back to his.

He stiffened up his arms between them.  "Yes.  I'm sorry, but you 
drive me crazy, and I can't go on not knowing."

She smiled.  "But could you go on not knowing, if knowing meant you 
couldn't go on?"

"What...  What do you mean?"

"What if I were to tell you that I will answer all your questions, 
but after I did so, I'd walk out the door never to return.  Then 
would you still insist on knowing my secrets?"

Sal almost broke down.  "Please..."

"That's not an answer.  Would you still insist on knowing all my 
secrets if it meant losing me forever?"

Tears came to Sal's eyes.  "Please..."

"Would you still insist on knowing all my secrets if it meant losing 
me forever?"

Sal turned his head down, unable to face her.  He sobbed, "No."

He felt her hand on his chin, and she turned his face to her.  "My 
name is Charity."  She kissed him.  "And I don't intend to leave you 
quite yet."

Sal almost broke down again.  "Oh, thank you!"

"I come from Capitol City.  I'm in town visiting friends.  As for 
where I got my dick, I was born with it."

"Well, why didn't you get rid of it when you got a cunt?"

She smiled an amused smile.  "You're thinking of a transsexual, a 
person with the soul of one sex, but the body of the other.  I am a 
fully functional hermaphrodite.  I was born this way, with both a 
cunt and a dick."

"But... are you a man or a woman?  Inside, I mean."

"You know, I don't think I could really be called either.  Like my 
body, my soul is part female, part male.  There are times when I feel 
very female.  And there are other times when I feel very male."

Sal looked down shame-faced.  "And you were feeling male when you saw 
me that first time?"

He felt her hand on his face.  "On the contrary, lover.  I was 
feeling very female that day."

Sal looked at her, confused.  "But... the way you treated me.  Both 
then and today."

"Oh, admittedly, I was feeling rather dominant, but don't confuse 
dominance with gender.  You can be a dominant female or a dominant 
male.  That day I was a very dominant female, looking for a 
submissive male.  And when I saw you, I decided to take a chance."

She leaned in close, till their faces were almost touching.  She 
whispered, "To be honest, Sal, our meetings, both of them, were 
kismet, total chance.  But when I saw you in the park I thought you 
could be what I needed.  And then I left you because I didn't feel it 
would be fair to you to continue further.  But then, when I stopped 
in your store to have a bite at the cafe there, and saw you, I just 
got so excited.  You see, there are times when I really need a 
submissive male lover."  She started rubbing his crotch.  "Could you 
do that for me?  Could you be my submissive lover, Sal?"

Sal nodded, and whispered, "Yes."

Charity smiled, unzipped his pants and reached in.  "I see you're 
still wearing my gift."  Not wanting to disturb the moment, Sal 
didn't tell her that it was only because he had gotten so busy that 
he had forgotten he was wearing them.  She leaned over and kissed 
him, pushing him onto his back at the same time.  She undid his 
pants, and pulled them from his body.  She pulled his panties down, 
and started stroking his dick

Sal moaned.  "Charity, could I... could I see you naked?"

Charity just smiled.  "Unbutton my blouse," she commanded.  Sal 
tentatively reached up and unbuttoned her blouse.  "Now, remove it 
for me."  Sal slid the blouse off her shoulders, and off her arms. 
"Now remove my bra."  Sal reached behind her, as she leaned forward. 
As he unhooked the bra, she shoved his face into her cleavage, where 
he used his long tongue to its best, licking and stroking the valley 
between her globes.  "Oh, Sal, your tongue is so marvelous.  I 
must've been standing under my lucky star when I found you."

Sal was pleased that she was so proud of him.  "Thanks."

"Shhhh, no talking.  Just lick."

Sal continued to lick as he slid Charity's bra from her body.  After 
he tossed the bra to the side, Charity moved his hand to the zipper 
on her skirt.  He slid it down, and she stood up just enough so that 
her skirt could slide off.  She then sat back down so Sal could 
continue to lick her now bare breasts.  After a few seconds, Charity 
was panting and moaning with lust.

Suddenly Charity pushed Sal away, then stood in front of him. 
"Okay," she said, "it's time for the final revelation.  Take my 
panties off."

Sal sat up.  From the bulge in her panties, he could tell that she 
was already highly excited.  He reached up, and slowly pulled the 
panties down.  He was erotically pleased when her stiff rod sprang up 
in front of his face.  He pulled the panties down to her ankles.  She 
lifted her left leg from the panties, and brought her foot up to his 
face.  "Take off my shoe."  Sal slowly removed the shoe, then kissed 
her foot.  He was amazed as he did it, but it just seemed so natural, 
so... right.  After he was finished, he looked up, and, judging from 
the smile on Charity's face, she thought so, too.  She then lifted 
her other foot, and allowed him to repeat the process, including kiss.

Then she stepped back, and wearing nothing but her stockings asked, 
"What do you think?"

Sal looked her over carefully, from her brown hair, down her 
beautiful face, over her beautiful tits and stomach, at her sexy 
crotch (and her dick only added to its sexiness), and finally along 
her beautiful legs.  He was amazed.  Despite what she had said about 
being part man and part woman, the ONLY part of her that looked at 
all male was her 9 inches of meat.  He looked up into her eyes and 
said, "You are SO incredible!"

She took her dick in hand, stepped up to him, and waved it in front 
of his face.  "Show me how incredible."  He opened his mouth to suck 
it in, but she deftly danced it away from his lips.  He found himself 
lunging after it, trying to get it into his mouth.  Finally, he 
managed to get it into his mouth, and quickly sucked a few inches in 
so it couldn't get away.  But his almost desperate need was 
unnecessary, for as soon as he got her into him, she put her hands on 
the back of his head, and slowly guided herself into his mouth.

He felt her dick press the back of his throat and he relaxed it so 
that he could get all of her in.  This time, it only took a couple 
tries for him to get all 9 inches in his mouth.  And, as soon as he 
did, he shot his tongue into her cunt, and wiggled it around.  She 
moaned and ground her hips against his face, rocking around a bit. 
Sal grasped her ass and actually pulled her into him, ramming her 
dick down his throat.  He continued to suck and lick her until she 
yanked her hips away, leaving just the tip of her dick in his mouth, 
and sprayed, filling his mouth with her feminine cum, which he 
quickly swallowed.

She sat on the couch beside him, almost collapsing.  She took his 
face in hand and gently kissed up the little bits of her cum which 
had dribbled out of the sides of his mouth.  "Now, lover," she said, 
"my turn.  Let me see you in just my gift."

Sal quickly got up and stripped down to just the lacy panties she had 
bought for him.  He stood there waiting for her to do or say 
something.  She just looked him up and down.  Finally she reached out 
and lightly stroked her fingertip along his hard dick.  "So sweet. 
Is this for me?"

Sal just nodded.  She carefully worked the panties down from around 
his dick, but left his balls inside them.  She then took his dick, 
pulled him closer, and sucked him into her mouth.  She played her 
tongue over his dick, eliciting an intense moan of lust and sexual 
need.  She licked and sucked, driving him almost to orgasm.  But just 
before he came, she pulled off of him, getting a begging sound that 
was almost painful.

"Relax, hun.  We're nowhere near finished."  She took him by the dick 
and sat him on the couch.  While keeping his dick hard with one hand, 
she wrapped the other around his shoulders and kissed him.  She 
pressed him onto his back, crawled above him and straddled his hips. 
She lowered herself onto him, then proceeded to ride him, using 
incredible muscle control to keep him from cumming, but keeping him 
highly excited, until she came again, spraying onto his stomach.

When she crawled off of him, he whimpered in need.  She leaned over 
and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.  "Don't worry, love.  It's 
your turn now."  She got between his legs, pushed them wide apart and 
lifted them against his chest.  "Hold these," she told him.  He took 
hold of his legs, and pulled his panties from his asshole.  She 
placed her dick at his hole and slowly pushed in.  When she got all 
the way in, she waited briefly before starting to pump in and out of 
him.  Sal moaned in ecstasy.  He couldn't believe it.  Here he was, 
getting fucked, and loving it!

As she continued to ream his ass, he reached up and began to stroke 
her tits.  She moaned, clearly enjoying his ministrations, and fucked 
faster.  Sal was only slightly shocked as his body started shoving 
back against her thrusts, and it wasn't too much longer before they 
were cumming together.

She collapsed on top of him, and he held her close as her cock slowly 
shrunk and popped out of his ass.  "Thank you, Mistress."

She smiled.  "I appreciate the honorific, but you can call me Charity."

"Thank you, Charity."  Sal thought about it and asked, "Charity, 
you're incredible, and I was wondering, how did you get so good at... 
well, dominating... submissive men?"

"Like yourself?"  Sal nodded shamefully.  Charity smiled.  "When do 
you go to work tomorrow?"

"I don't.  Tomorrow's the start of my "weekend".  Two days off in a row."

She stood up, took his hand, and stood him up.  "Then we'll talk 
about it in the morning.  Now where's your bedroom?"

Sal pointed towards the bedroom.  Charity wrapped her arm around his 
shoulder and walked him to the bedroom, refusing to let him put his 
arm around her.  Despite the fact that he felt so submissive like 
that, he also felt strangely safe and comforted.

**********

JUST BEFORE SAL WAKES THE NEXT MORNING...

Sal dreamt he was sleeping, sleeping curled up at Charity's feet like 
some puppy dog.  She was naked, and even more beautiful than the day 
they first met, if such a thing was possible.  She reached down and 
stroked his head, gently rousing him.  He looked up and she gave him 
a beatific smile.  She pointed to her dick, partially hard, and, in 
the dream, he immediately climbed up and took it in his mouth.

Sal then woke up, with Charity sitting on his chest, her dick already 
in his mouth.  Surprisingly, he wasn't even miffed, and took her ass 
and pulled her into his mouth, surprising her.  But she quickly got 
over it and started fucking his face.  It only took a few minutes 
before she was spraying into his mouth.

She then lay beside him stroking his chest.  "God, you have an 
incredible mouth.  Don't take this the wrong way, but have you ever 
sucked dick before?"

"Not before I met you in the park bathroom.  And if anybody would've 
told me I'd be addicted to it, or at least to one dick in 
particular," he said as he took her dick in hand, "I'd've laughed in 
his face."

"Flatterer."

"You said you'd tell me about yourself this morning."

"Are you sure you want to know?  To know me is to enter my world, a 
web you might never escape from.  We can have a lot of fun never 
knowing anything more about each other than we already do."

"I wish I knew as much about you as I could."

As soon as he said it, he could hear Leo's voice saying, "Be careful 
what you wish for."

"Alright, then, but don't say I didn't warn you.  My skill at 
dominating men actually starts at a time when I was feeling weak and 
girlish.  I was born in the 70's to what I call the last of the late, 
great hippies of the 60's.  And when they were told that I was a 
hermaphrodite, they ignored the doctor's advice that they make me 
choose a sex and give me an operation to make it so.  Instead they 
decided that I would grow up as is, and if I ever decided to be one 
or the other, they'd make it so then.  Hence, the name they gave me, 
Charity James.  That's first and middle.  No last names.

"But they died when I was only 5, and I went to live with my very 
rich uncle.  Well, at that point I still hadn't made a decision, and 
despite disagreeing with my parents, my uncle abided by their wishes, 
and never pressured me to make a decision.

"To be honest, at that age, if I had made a decision, it would've 
been to be male.  My cunt didn't seem to be that big a deal one way 
or the other, and I would've hated to lose the ability to pee while 
standing up.

"But it seems my body had other plans.  At the age of 9 my body 
started developing secondary female characteristics."

"Breasts?"

"That and more.  Rounder hips, thin waist, soft face.  And, up till 
that point, I had pretty much lived as a boy, so I decided to give 
being a woman a try.  By 13, I was quite the looker, but because of 
fear of discovery of my dick, I was afraid to be anything more than 
friends with a boy.

"But when I was 16, there was this one boy.  Oh, he was so cute. 
And, when he asked me out, I couldn't say no.  Well, we went on the 
standard teenage date, movie, pizza, then off to the local make-out 
point, the part of the date I had been dreading.

"Well, we started making out, and his hands kept trying to get down 
to my crotch.  I kept pulling his hands up, trying to keep them on my 
tits, but he eventually got a hand down there.  When he found out 
what was there, he freaked.  He just opened my door, pushed me out, 
and drove off.

"I then had to walk two miles over rough road to get to the nearest 
pay phone where I could call my uncle.  My shoes, built for beauty, 
not for durability, were a mess.  The heels were broken off, one shoe 
was almost falling off, it was so torn up, and both my feet were 
pretty scratched up.  When my uncle took me home, I broke down in 
tears.  But he carried me inside, removed my tattered footwear, 
bathed and treated my feet, then held me as I cried and sobbed into 
his shoulder.

"As he held me, I told him I hated being a freak.  But he wouldn't 
hear it.  He told me that a gentleman wouldn't have tried to take 
liberties with me, and that I shouldn't make any decisions about my 
life, particularly ones regarding my self-esteem, on the actions of a 
stupid boy.

"Then I asked him if anybody could ever accept me for who I was.  He 
then turned my face to his and gave me one of the most sensual, 
beautiful kisses I've ever experienced.  I was shocked, but only a 
tenth as much as when he asked me if he could take the time to bed me 
like a man should bed a woman.

"I could only nod meekly.  He helped me out of my dress and slip, 
then took me in his arms and carried me up to my bed.  That night he 
took the time to pleasure me in ways I have found in only a few men 
since then.  With his mouth, he pleasured every part of me, my face, 
breasts, stomach, legs and arms, cunt, and, yes, even my dick.  And 
when he was finished, he told me that if I ever felt the need for 
sex, and he was available, all I had to do was ask.

"Problem was, shortly thereafter, he was diagnosed with some tension 
stress disorder thingy that was causing him migraines.  In order to 
deal with it, he was prescribed tranquilizers of some kind, at a 
dosage high enough to knock him out.  So we rarely ever got a chance 
to do anything.

"Well, one day I came home horny as hell.  I don't remember what 
from.  I think it was from some movie in a class.  Anyways, I came 
home, but my uncle was passed out on the couch, face down, one leg 
hanging off the couch, in his sweats.  After briefly swearing, I 
thought I'd have to go upstairs and do a little self-pleasuring.  But 
then he shifted on the couch, pointing his ass right at me, and I got 
the idea to do a little ass-fucking then and there.

"Now uncle had never before let me fuck his ass, but neither had he 
said no.  The issue just hadn't come up before.  Besides, I was so 
horny, I wasn't thinking straight.  So I silently walked over, and 
carefully pulled down his sweats.  I put my dick to his ass and 
slowly pressed in.  I fucked him through one orgasm, and was well on 
my way to a second when he awoke.  I thought he'd be angry, but 
instead he just reached back, grabbed my ass and pulled me even 
deeper into him.  We moved together, with him using his muscles to 
bring me through two more orgasms before he came the first time.

"Well, to make a long story short, or perhaps just not quite so long, 
it turns out that letting loose and being my slave was a much more 
effective tension reliever than any medication ever was.  So from 
that point on, whenever he wasn't working, he made himself mine to do 
with as I pleased."

"And that was how you got so good at commanding submissives?"

"Mm-hmm.  Being commanding and dominant was necessary to helping my 
uncle, so I got good at it fast.  Speaking of which," she kissed Sal 
while rubbing his dick through his panties, "do you want it up the 
ass, or in your mouth?"

Sal started breathing hard.  "Uhm, in my ass this time."

Charity smiled, and turned him onto his hands and knees.  She got up 
behind him, pulled his panties down, and rammed herself home.  "Now," 
she said, "try to keep from cumming.  Hold yourself as long as you 
can."

Sal nodded.  He held himself through one orgasm, but came before she 
did for the second time.  Not that it stopped her.  She continued to 
pump his ass until she had her second orgasm.  "Not too bad for a 
beginner, but we're going to have to work on your endurance."

"Endurance?"

"Before I get done with you, you'll be able to hold off through a 
half dozen orgasms of mine before feeling the need to cum even once." 
Charity leaned forward and kissed him, causing Sal to shudder and 
nearly cum again.  "Now come along.  I want to take a shower, and I 
need someone to scrub my back."

Sal meekly got up and followed her to the bathroom.  She had been 
right, though.  Now that he knew about her, there was no way he could 
leave her.

**********

FOUR WEEKS LATER...

Sal closed the register after a sale, then just stared at it.  For 
about three weeks, he had been Charity's love slave, willingly 
sucking, fucking, being fucked by, and even occasionally being sucked 
by the beautiful hermaphrodite.  Then a week ago, she had just 
disappeared.  And since she had never given him a way to contact her 
(she had always controlled when and where their sex occurred) he was 
now bereft of her company.

He was still staring at the register when Leo touched his shoulder, 
causing him to jump straight up.  "Woah, man, I was gonna ask you if 
you were okay, but judging from that reaction, I'd say no."

"Sorry, I've... been on edge for a few days."

"Yeah, I've noticed.  Care to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Suit yourself.  But you know you can always come to me if you need 
to talk about anything?"  Sal nodded.  "Look, Sal, you've got the 
next two days off anyways, why don't you cut out early?  It's not 
like we're busy or anything right now."

"Yeah, okay."

Sal went out to his car, and sat in the driver's seat for a bit. 
What was he gonna do?  At that point he felt as though he couldn't 
live without Charity, but he didn't even know where she was.  He 
thought about everything she had told him about herself (which wasn't 
much) and decided to take a chance.  She had said she was from 
Capitol City which was only an hour's drive away.  It was a total 
longshot, but he had to try it.

As he drove, he said out loud, "God, if you only ever grant one wish 
in my life, let it be this one:  I wish to become a permanent part of 
Miss Charity James' life."

And, almost like clockwork, he heard Leo's voice saying, "Be careful 
what you wish for."

He drove to Capitol City, but was stuck for what to do when he got 
there.  Capitol City was a big place.  He pulled into the parking lot 
of a mall to sit and think.  Although she had never said so, Sal had 
gotten the impression that Charity was a bit of a socialite back 
home, and tended to go out a lot.  But Sal didn't know any place like 
that here in Capitol City.

Sal went into the mall, looking for someone in their early 20's who 
looked like they might know of some places he could try.  He found 
what he was looking for in a young lady working in a dress shop.  He 
went inside and said, "Excuse me.  I'm new in town and was wondering 
if you knew of any places where I could go to have fun?  Dance halls 
and the like, I mean.  Nothing illicit."

"Let's see.  There's The Menagerie, The Shadow Zone, the Twilight 
Zone, Midnight Express, Sappho's Place.  No, wait a minute, that's 
definitely not the place for you."

"Why not?"

"Not familiar with the name?  Sappho's an ancient Greek poetess. 
She's also supposed to be the first internationally known lesbian, 
but I'm no history major, so I couldn't say yes or no to that. 
Sappho's place is women only.  You wouldn't even make it through the 
front door."

"Oh, okay."

"But you can find the addresses to the others, and probably a bunch 
more in the phone book.  Look under Dance Halls."

"Thanks."  Sal ran from the store and went to a phone booth.  Upon 
checking the Yellow Pages, he found that there were 3 pages of "Dance 
Halls" front and back.  It was mostly large ads, but there were still 
far more than he thought there would be.  He ripped the pages from 
the book, and ran back to his car.

He checked the places one by one, but failed to find Charity at any 
of them.  It was nearly 1 AM and he was growing tired.  Since most of 
the more reputable places were closing (it may have been the start of 
his weekend, but it was still Wednesday for the rest of the world) he 
decided that he'd try one more place before finding a hotel and 
starting over again tomorrow.

He picked up the Yellow Pages he had and one dropped loose.  Sitting 
there on the paper was a quarter-page ad for Sappho's Place.  He 
stared at it briefly before deciding to check it out.  He may not 
have been able to go in, but he could watch the place for a while.

He drove to the dance hall/bar (pretty high class area it was in). 
He parked a little ways down the street and watched the front door. 
The bar was still open and still fairly busy, with women of all types 
waiting in a line to get in.  He stared intently, and was still 
staring when a sudden knock on his door caused him to jump and hit 
his head on the roof of the car.  He turned and saw this rather 
large, pretty, blonde woman standing there.  From the look on her 
face, he could tell she was perturbed as she made the circular motion 
for him to roll down his window.  After he did so, she sarcastically 
asked, "You get a kick out of ogling strange women?"  Then, before he 
could say anything, she jerked her thumb, pointing down the road, and 
said, "Move on before I call the cops."

Sal just muttered, "Yes, ma'am."  As she started to walk away, he got 
a brief surge of bravery and said, "Excuse me?"

"What do you want?"

"Uhm, I'm looking for someone.  That's why I'm here.  Beautiful 
woman, 5'8", brunette, goes by the name Charity."

She looked at him suspiciously.  "Maybe I know her.   Maybe I don't. 
Let's say for the sake of argument that I do.  Why should I tell you 
anything?"

"Please!  I'm desperate!  Is she inside?  Can you take a message to her?"

The woman gave him a stern look, but his desperation was evident and 
struck a chord with her.  "I know Charity, but she's not here 
tonight."

"Do you know where I can get a hold of her?  Please, I'll do anything."

She stared at him for a while before saying, "Come on," and heading 
back towards the bar.  Sal quickly got out of his car, locked it and 
followed the woman to the back of the bar.  She pointed to a chair 
and told him, "Sit there.  Don't move."  Sal did as ordered and 
waited.

He didn't move for the next 2 hours, when the woman returned.  She 
said, "Come with me."  Sal followed and they went out to the main 
area.  The place was empty, clearly it was after closing.  There was 
some trash on the floor, empty glasses on some tables, and some dirty 
ashtrays about the place, but, all in all, the place seemed cleaner 
than most bars he had been in.  "Now, you just became janitorial 
staff for the evening.  You get to help clean up.  Turn the chairs 
over and put them on the tables, empty all the ashtrays and glasses 
and bring them back to the kitchen to be cleaned, then sweep and mop 
the floors.  Do a good job, and I might consider telling you where 
you can find Charity."

Sal quickly did as ordered.  He had some help (the regular janitorial 
staff, he guessed) but he made a special effort to do more work than 
anyone else, hoping it would impress the lady so that he could get a 
number or address, or anything he could to be able to contact Charity.

It was around 5 AM when he finished.  He went over to the woman, and 
asked, "Did I do well enough?"

She looked over the bar, and said, "Good job.  I've never seen the 
place look cleaner."  She handed him a sheet of paper and said, "This 
is Charity's address."

"Thanks."

As Sal walked away, she said, "Mister."  Sal turned back. "Better be 
careful.  Becoming a part of Charity's life might mean more than you 
can handle."  Sal just nodded.

He went back to his car, and drove to the address listed, an upscale 
apartment building.  Charity, according to the paper, lived in a 
penthouse condominium.  He went in, but the elevators could only be 
summoned by key, and the stair door was locked.  He went up to the 
security desk and asked, "How could I get up to meet someone 
upstairs?"

"What's your name?"

"Sal Lewis."

"And the person you want to see?"

"Charity.  I don't know her last name."

The guard looked at him suspiciously, but punched some buttons on the 
computer panel.  After a few seconds he said, "Sorry, you're not on 
Miss Langdon's list."

Charity Langdon.  Finally, Sal had a last name.  "Could you let me go 
up anyways?"

The man laughed openly.  "Not a chance.  You're not on that list, the 
only way up is by announcement only."

"Could you announce me?"

"Sorry.  I know Miss Langdon is out right now, and I have orders that 
her house girl is NOT allowed to admit entry to anyone."

"Oh."

"If you want to wait in the lobby, she should be back in a couple hours."

"Okay."

Sal walked over and sat on the plush couch.  He had intended to watch 
the door until Charity came in, but the couch was so comfortable, and 
his day had been so long that he was unable to stay awake.

He woke up to the feeling of someone stroking his hair out of his 
face.  He opened his eyes and saw Charity looking down at him.  She 
smiled and said, "Good morning, Sal.  Julie said that Kimberly called 
and said that someone was looking for me.  When she described who it 
was, I knew it was you."

Sal threw his arms around Charity's neck.  "Oh, Charity, why did you 
leave me?  Did I do something?  I'll do anything to make it up to 
you."

She held him, and stroked the back of his head.  "There, there.  No, 
you didn't do anything.  I was just afraid, well, that this was 
happening.  That you were beginning to obsess on me."

"Please.  I'll do anything to be with you."

"Yes, I know.  That's part of the problem."  Charity sighed.  "Well, 
since it's already happened, come on.  Let's go upstairs and talk 
about it."

Charity took Sal by the hand and led him to the elevator.  Charity 
used her key for the top floor, and they rode up in silence, 
Charity's arm around his shoulder.  When they arrived, Sal figured 
they'd have to walk down a hall, but the doors opened on a huge 
foyer.  There was a small, petite blonde dressed in a classic maid's 
uniform waiting for them.  "Good morning, Charity.  I've drawn your 
bath, and a light snack awaits by the tub."

"Thank you, Julie.  Sal, meet Julie, my house girl."  Julie nodded to 
Sal, and Sal nodded back.  "Julie, I'll be into the bathroom in a 
bit, right after I take care of Sal."  Sal briefly grew afraid.  He 
knew that Charity liked her baths hot, and the only way she'd be 
planning on getting into the bath fast would be if she didn't plan on 
taking long on him.

She walked him into another room, a bedroom.  She turned down the 
bed, saying, "Get undressed."  Sal quickly obeyed, wondering if she 
was planning on sex.

After he was undressed, she put him in the bed, then pulled the 
covers up over him.  He started to speak, saying, "But-"

But she put a finger to his lips.  "Shhhh.  It's clear you need some 
sleep.  How long had you been awake before falling asleep on the 
couch downstairs?"

"Almost a full day."

"Mm-hmm.  I thought so.  Now go ahead and get some sleep.  I don't 
want you all fuzzy headed when we discuss our life together."  She 
leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead.  "Don't worry, I'll be 
here when you wake up."  Sal smiled and curled up, asleep before she 
left the room.

Charity walked to the bathroom, where Julie waited.  "Water still hot?"

As Julie helped Charity undress, she said, "Yes, love.  I figured 
you'd need some extra time with the gentleman, so I made it a little 
hotter than normal."

Charity stepped into the tub.  "Ah, Julie, you always seem to know 
what I need before I need it."

"That's my job, Charity."

Charity settled into the bath.  "Ahhhhh.  Get the scrub brush, Julie. 
My back needs washing."

Julie got a scrub brush, and proceeded to clean Charity's back for 
her.  "Mistress?" she asked.

"Alright, Julie, I've sensed a distancing from you ever since I 
walked in today, and you know I don't like those "proper" honorifics. 
I can barely tolerate ma'am.  What's wrong?"

"I was just wondering what you plan for Mister Lewis."

"I'm not sure yet.  Most likely something like I did with you."

"Oh."

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, ma'am.  It is, of course, your decision."

"Julie, you know how I hate it when you keep things hidden."

"It's just... I was hoping I'd be the only permanent slave-servant in 
your life."

"Oh, Julie."  Charity reached back and took her hand.  "I love you 
dearly, and Sal will never replace you in my heart.  But he has 
carved a niche of his own.  When you came to me a couple years ago 
after I left you, I was tickled pink.  Like him, I left you because I 
felt your attraction was growing too great for your own good.  And, 
like him, I cried when I had to leave you.  And, like him, when you 
came to me, begging to enter my life, I knew there was no way I could 
say no."

"But... he waited a full week before coming after you.  I only waited 3 days."

"He also has a full time job at that department store I told you 
about, the one I intend to purchase.  He also lives in another town, 
and managed to track me down through sheer luck.  You knew where I 
worked when you came to me."

"But-"

"Julie, Sal will never take your place in my heart, but he holds a 
place just as great.  Now that he's come after me, I could no more 
ask him to leave than I could you."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Buck up, Jules.  Unlike you, I don't intend to leave Sal unchanged. 
If he doesn't accept and manages to walk away then you will once more 
be the only slave in my life."

**********
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure, I just like T.V. better."

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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