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Subject: {ASSM} Avatar Part1 (M/f M/F F/f BDSM SciFi)
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   Avatar Part 1

   "Beautiful, isn't she?"

   Ken almost jumped out of his skin, all thoughts of the teen he'd just
been eyeing jolted from his head.

   "Jesus!" he said as his head whipped around, "Where the hell..." That
was as far as he got - he was simply too stunned to speak further.  Too
many things converged on his brain at once.

   First and foremost was the woman herself.  Visually, she was the most
perfect woman that he'd ever laid eyes on.  Her face was delicate,
sensuous, her eyes the purest green and her hair the most beautiful shade
of copper imaginable.  Since she was sitting across from him, at his table,
he could only see her upper body.  It was absolutely perfect.  Her breasts
were not large, but looked quite full.  Her nipples easily seen through the
thin, elegant tank top she wore.  Her skin was pale, but not a gross white.
Also bombarding his sensations was her perfume.  Ken's rapidly clouding
brain was unable to describe it, other than to compare it to the most
perfect sex he'd ever had.  Slightly musky, slightly spicy, clean and
completely natural.  Her voice too, was almost heart stopping.  A bit
husky, promising any delight one could wish for, while at the same time
seeming almost innocent of any sexual knowledge.

   Far, far in the back of his brain was a small voice wondering where she
had come from, what she was doing at his table, and just how the hell she'd
gotten this close and been able to sit down with out him noticing her.

   She smiled, and Ken felt his world starting to fade.  "What you really
mean," came that incredible voice again, " was how did I get to your table
with out you seeing me, yes?"

   Suddenly, everything snapped back to normal.  Ken could breath again,
and, aside from a very large, almost painfully erect penis, he felt just as
he'd been before she sat down.

   She was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but not nearly as
overwhelming.

   His heart beat returning to something resembling normal he said, "Uh,
yeah.

   I guess I wasn't paying attention.  Did you need to sit here?"

   Ken looked around the food court.  It was pretty full, but there were
lot's of other places she could have sat.

   "It isn't where I came from but why I'm here that you should wonder
about."

   Her voice wasn't as overwhelming as before, but it was still warm,
welcoming and incredibly sexy.

   "I see," said Ken, trying to shift to ease position of his still hard
cock.  He was nervous now, aroused and somewhat annoyed.  One of the
reasons that he liked to come to the mall for lunch was to watch women. 
Ken absolutely loved to watch women.  He didn't leer at them, or approach
them and they rarely caught him staring at them.  Lunch here was a break
from his very unpleasant job.  Since he was actually pretty much a loner,
it was really one of the more bright spots in his life.

   It wasn't that he had no friends.  He had plenty of them to pal around
with.  He'd had several girlfriends in his past as he was neither socially
inept nor unattractive.  But he'd never found one that he'd wanted to stay
with for a long time.  He never cheated, but every woman he dated had
noted, and mostly disapproved of, his very roving eye and he enjoyed
looking at women too much to stop.

   The age of said woman didn't matter - with in limits of course.  If they
were physically pleasing to look upon, Ken would find himself wondering
what they were like in bed.  What sexual acts they'd tried or would like to
try.  What things they would admit to a lover that they enjoyed - what
secret fantasies they had.  If they were very young - twelve or thirteen,
he would wonder if they'd had their first orgasm yet, what sexual
experiences they'd had or wanted to have.  With older women he wondered
what they'd done to please a lover, or what their lovers had done to please
them.  What fantasies they'd lived out and what ones they longed for but
felt they could never have.

   "So," he continued, "why did you sit here."

   "Because I would like to offer you a deal.  I believe that we can help
each other."

   Ken was now very suspicious.  Strangers offering deals were usually con
artists.  A 'deal' was more often a euphemism for 'just give me your
money'.

   "What sort of 'deal'?"

   "You are suspicious." A look of sadness shown for an instant in those
startling eyes.  It was gone almost before he registered it.  "I know what
you were doing when I arrived.  The beautiful girl you were admiring, you
were wondering if she'd ever had an orgasm."

   That was, in fact exactly what he'd been wondering.  The sexual
attractiveness of the woman had returned and he was unable to look away
from her as she continued.

   "Yes, she has had many.  She is thirteen and has been having them since
she was ten.  One night, after her parents thought she was asleep, she
snuck out of her bedroom.  Her parents were watching a pornographic movie
and the woman on the TV screen was masturbating and obviously enjoying it.
From her hidden position, she could see her mother with her legs spread
wide being orally pleasured by her father.  Her pussy began to swell and
when she heard her mother groaning like the woman on the screen her small
nipples began to ache.  The woman on the screen orgasmed in a loud voice
and her mother was not far behind.  Melissa - that is the girl's name -
snuck upstairs.  She removed her pajama bottoms and tried to repeat what
she'd seen the woman on the screen doing.  She pulled her small nipples and
rubbed her slick sex feeling the pleasure spread in her body.  She achieved
orgasm not long after.

   "Melissa is a very sexual person.  She is also very frustrated.  Because
she is so young she is sometimes scared of sex and the pleasure it brings.
This does not stop her from masturbating daily."

   During this recitation, Ken had been mesmerized by those deep green
eyes. It was almost as if he could actually see the scene that she'd been
describing, almost as if he'd been there himself, watching the preteen
pleasure herself for the first time.  His cock was throbbing with pleasure
and unreleased sexual tension.  He could feel the precum soaking into his
underwear.  When she stopped speaking, it took a moment for him to get
himself back under control.

   "You tell a good story.  There's no way you could know that."

   "Shall I call her over?" asked the woman with a wide smile.  "I can have
her describe it herself."

   Ken had panicked visions of police arresting them both for child
molestation, and the girl screaming for her mother.

   Again, there was that flash of sadness in her eyes.  She sighed.  "Your
people are so...  strange.  You deny your own sexuality, yet use it for
currency.  You deny sexuality to those who are below some artificially
created age, yet exploit them in secret, subtle ways while longing for the
youth that they have and you do not."

   Ken looked at her.  He had to admit that he'd often thought the same
things himself - not that it would be anything but a jail term to outwardly
express those feelings.

   "I can see that a demonstration is the only thing I can give that will
convince you that what I offer is real."

   Offer?  What the hell was she talking about?  "Um...  what offer?  Your
deal?"

   "Yes," she replied.  "Choose.  Choose a female from this crowd and I
will give you a demonstration of what I am offering."

   Ken wanted to refuse.  The last thing he needed was a scene in the mall.
He had no desire to be arrested and if this woman accosted someone it would
take a long time to convince the police that he wasn't involved in whatever
she was about to do.  Hell, he didn't even know her name!  Ken started to
get up.

   "Choose one now."

   Ken froze.  For a second he was unable to take his eyes from the woman.
She was achingly beautiful and overwhelmingly desirable.  At that point, he
would do anything for her.  He scanned the crowd and the pressure to obey
her eased.  The girl they had spoken of earlier was just finishing her meal
and getting up to go.  He could have chosen her, but decided not to.  If he
did, how would he ever know if this had been a put up job?

   He started looking for another woman.  It was a hot day and this was a
popular mall, so there were many women with very little clothing to hide
their charms.  He picked one at random, a hot blond with a cropped shirt
and small breasts who was heading toward a table with her tray.  She had
long, tan legs with very short shorts on and tennis shoes with low sports
socks on.  Ken turned to tell the woman of his choice and when he did, she
only smiled at him and nodded for him to look back over his shoulder.

   He did and saw the blond stop for a moment, the continue, this time
heading straight for their table.  She had a relaxed, sexy smile on her
face and said not a word to Ken as she sat down at their table.  Her eyes
were glued to the woman.

   "Tell us your name, sweetheart," said the woman.  The sound of her voice
alone was almost enough to make him cum.

   The girl shivered and goose bumps appeared on her arms.  The points of
her nipples were easily visible beneath her top.

   "Connie."

   "Hello Connie.  You can call me Lea and this is Kenneth"

   "Hi Lea." Connie's voice was soft, and somewhat tentative.  Her skin was
starting to get flushed and her breathing increased.  Ken wasn't in much
better shape.  Idly he wondered how Lea had known his name.

   Lea smiled, and if Ken could have cum right there, he would have. 
Connie gave a soft moan and closed her eyes for a second.

   "There are so many things you'd like to do, wouldn't you Connie.  But
you are afraid - afraid that if you were found out, no one would like you.
But you're wrong.  You can tell us what you'd like."

   Connie actually whimpered this time as Lea leaned close to her.  "It's
OK Connie.  Tell us.  Tell us a little about yourself, then tell us what
you would like to do to me.  Because I will let you do it, and I will not
make fun of you.  I will enjoy every second of what you wish to give me."

   Connie was panting now and sweat had formed on her chest.  "I'm nineteen
and I like sports and all the normal stuff I guess.  I know it's in style
for girls to be bi-sexual and all, but while almost all the girls I know
*say* they would sleep with another girl, I can tell that they're too
afraid to actually do it.  My problem is I really want to.  But I want,
need, to have the other woman control me, make me experience her and tell
me to do whatever she wants me to do."

   "But you want her to make you do certain things, don't you Connie?"
asked Lea.

   "Yes." Connie's reply was almost a whisper, but it was full of sexual
need.

   The noise of the food court had faded away.  It seemed as if only the
three of them were there.  Lea's voice was a low purr of erotic sound. 
"Tell me Connie, what things do you want me to make you do?"

   "You should make me strip in front of you.  Make me masturbate while
begging you to let me eat you.  Make me show you how wet my panties are,
tell me to smell and taste them .  Don't let me cum though.  I want to feel
your orgasm, I want you to squirt cum in my mouth, when I give you an
orgasm.  Completely fill it with your cum - more than I could swallow. 
Finally, when I can take no more, I want you to make me push my tongue deep
into your asshole while you whip my clit.  Then you let me have my orgasm."



   "You see Ken?  Does that sound nice to you?"

   Of course it did.  Sex between two women was one of Ken's top interests.
He nodded, almost as enthralled as Connie was.

   "Good, I thought it might." Her voice now took on a more commanding air.
Not overbearing, just calm, confident and very, very sexy.  "Connie, stand
up and remove everything but your panties, socks and shoes."

   Connie stood and Ken's eyes bulged.  On the one hand, he was more
aroused then he'd ever been in his life.  On the other hand, some small
voice in the back of his mind was screaming that they were in the middle of
a public place.  He couldn't move though, couldn't utter a word.  The panic
was there, but over road by the deepest lust he'd ever felt in his life.

   Connie smiled a sexy little smile.  Her movements showed that she was
somewhat shy about her body (Shy!  his mind screamed, we're in the middle
of a fucking mall!!), but that she was going to do as she had been told. 
She reached for the bottom of her crop top and pulled it over her head. 
Her bra was thin and white.  She unsnapped it and slowly removed it,
exposing white breasts with small but very erect, pink nipples.  She put
her clothes on the chair behind her and reached for her shorts.  She
unsnapped them and wiggled out of them.  When she bent to pick them up, Ken
almost groaned.  Her ass was SO hot, and the tiny pair of black panties did
nothing to hide it.

   "Put your hands behind your head and let us look at your Connie."

   The girl complied and the position lifted up her breasts and displayed
them very well.  Ken admired her flat stomach with the small ring in her
belly button.  Why hadn't he noticed that before?

   Lea spoke to him.  "You notice the belly button ring?  It was not there
before, but Connie has wanted one for years.  Her mother has told her no,
but for this fantasy, I thought it would be nice for her to have it.

   "Now Connie, I know you want to eat my pussy, don't you?"

   "Yes...  please, I really do." Connie's voice was almost a whisper, but
Ken had no trouble hearing her.

   "You'll have to prove it to me though.  You are so beautiful.  Play with
yourself.  Play with your tits and cunt and show me what a little slut you
are.  If I believe you are enjoying it enough, I'll allow you to eat me."

   The crude words coming from Lea's mouth sort of shocked Ken.  But
looking at Connie, he could somehow tell that they were a part of her
fantasy.

   "Yes ma'am." She said as she turned and moved her food tray out of the
way.  She lay back on the table with her pussy pointing toward Lea and her
legs widely spread.  With one hand she rubbed her cloth covered pussy and
with the other she started pinching and pulling her nipples.  Lea motioned
for Ken to join her on her side of the table and pushed her chair back from
it.  For a moment, Ken was completely distracted by seeing the rest of Lea.

   She was absolutely the most perfect woman he'd ever seen.  Her legs,
well displayed by an extremely short skirt, where long and lean.  The high
heeled sandals she wore graced a beautiful pair of feet.  He was unable to
tell more since she was sitting down, and his appreciation of her was
interrupted by a groan from the teen now writhing on the table.

   "Please mistress, please.  Oh, let me eat you, please, god please sit on
my face and use my mouth."

   Lea smiled as she rose from her chair and Ken was completely captivated
by her looks.  A very slim waist and hips that flared just perfectly and
made him want to put his hands around her and bend her over....

   "Later Ken.  Perhaps.  This is Connie's fantasy and there are no men in
it."

   She turned to the girl on the table and Ken eyes were drawn to her
sweating form.

   "Pull off those panties.  Show me how much you want me.  And Connie,
it's 'Goddess' not 'God'."

   In a flash, Connie lifted her hips and slid off her panties.  She sat up
on the table, her legs spread with the panties in one hand offering them to
Lea.

   "Show me, turn them inside out.  Show me your wetness."

   Connie blushed, but complied and Ken's eye's drifted between her legs.
Her pussy was quite beautiful and she obviously kept it neatly trimmed. 
There was a strip of dark blond hair on her mons and each outer lip also
had neatly trimmed hair on it.  Those swollen lips were open and the inner
lips appeared to be stuck together from her wetness.  The area was red from
her rubbing.

   "Show me your arousal.  Put your panties to your nose and inhale your
scent." Connie complied, lifting the cloth to her face and inhaling.  "Does
your scent arouse you?"

   "Yes Lea.  It is very sexy.  Please, I'd like to smell your scent. 
Please, will you let me?"

   "Soon," Lea smiled.  "It's almost time for that.  But first, it will
turn me on if I see you taste yourself.  If you do that, if you taste
yourself from your panties, I will let you eat me."

   Connie seemed to be loosing her shyness.  With a coy look on her face,
she lifted the wet pad of her panties to her face.  Her pink tongue emerged
from her lips and she slowly licked it, making a show of tasting her
lubricant.

   "Thank you Connie.  Now lay down so that I may use you for my pleasure."

   Ken didn't think he could get any more aroused, but he was wrong.  Lea
got on the table and squatted over Connie's face while pulling up her
skirt. Ken was mesmerized by the most perfect pussy he'd ever seen.  He
could smell her aroused scent, and it started to make him crazy.  He
couldn't move, which was the only thing keeping him from taking out is cock
and relieving himself with his hand or better yet, plunging it into
Connie's soaked cunt.

   Connie was going wild, licking and slurping Lea's wet sex and moaning.
Her hips were gyrating in the air and her inner lips and opened.  Ken could
easily see her cream oozing from her small cunt hole.  But he only glanced
at that.  He was really riveted to the junction of Lea's legs and the
incredible view of Connie pushing her face as deep into that wonderful
pussy as she could.  Lea's hips were starting to rock and it appeared that
her orgasm was near.

   "This is Connie's fantasy, Ken," said Lea.  "Remember that all fantasies
are not realistic, or they wouldn't be fantasies.  Connie wanted her mouth
filled with my cum and women don't produce that much fluid.  But I will. 
For her, I will fill her mouth to overflowing because that is what she
wants."

   With that comment, Lea began to shudder.  She grabbed Connie's nipples
in her fingers and pulled the small nubs far from her breasts.  Connie
squealed, but Ken could see thick fluid beginning to run down her cheeks.
He could see her throat working as she swallowed Lea's cum.  Still, he
couldn't move and his desire rose almost to the point of madness.

   Lea ceased her shuddering and spoke while lifting her sex slightly off
Connie's mouth.  "That was excellent Connie.  You're a very good little
cunt licker.  But that's not all I want and you know it."

   "Oh please mistress.  Don't make me do that.  Please, it's so degrading.
Tell me you'll just let me cum."

   Ken remembered, through his sexual haze, that Connie had asked to be
made to tongue fuck Lea's ass.  He wondered how Lea was going to make that
come true.  He didn't wonder long as he saw a pair of nipple camps and a
crop in Lea's hands.

   "Remember Ken - it's a fantasy.  She wants this." Lea, still squatting
over Connie's face as she attached the clamps to the girl's small nipples.
Connie squeaked each time, panting through her nose.  A large drop of Lea's
cunt juice slid off one perfect lip to land on Connie's mouth.  Lea then
took the crop and slapped it on Connie's open sex.  The girl groaned, but
didn't even try to close her legs.

   The crop fell again and Lea started pulling on the chain between the
nipple clamps.  "Beg me.  You need it and you know it.  Beg to eat my ass,
to slide your tongue into it."

   But Connie resisted, and her nipples were pulled even harder and the
crop fell between her legs with a rather loud splat.  Ken was beyond
arousal now, he had never before experienced the feelings running through
him.  The mall was completely forgotten and he was as captivated as Connie
was by what was happening.  The crop fell again and he almost groaned out
loud.  BDSM was his top sexual interest and this was almost too much for
him to take.  Connie's hips were jerking with each fall of the crop and Lea
was now cruelly pulling on the nipple chain.

   "She loves this - it's been one of her darkest fantasies for years.  To
have someone 'make' her do these things," said Lea looking at Ken.  She
returned her attention to the girl beneath her.  "Beg me slut.  I won't
stop until you do." The crop slapped down harder and Connie yelped.  But
her hips were rising to meet the crop.

   "Please, PLEASE, let me do it.  I'll tongue fuck your asshole, but don't
stop!"

   Lea pushed her asshole over Connie's mouth, and Ken saw the teen's
tongue start to lick over the sensitive hole.  Lea's cunt was really
leaking and juice was dribbling down onto Connie's chin and throat.  It
didn't take long for Connie to spear Lea's asshole with her tongue and push
deep.  Lea didn't let up on the girl either.  She ground her ass onto the
teen's face and continued to pull her nipples and whip her cunt with the
crop.

   Soon, Ken could hear the muffled shrieks of the girl as she came.  Her
whole body stiffened and her chest flushed a deep red as the crop smacked
her sex again and again.  Finally, exhausted, the teen stopped moving and
Lea got off the table.  The crop and nipple clamps were nowhere to be seen.
Nor was Connie's bellybutton ring.  Ken's arousal, however, had diminished
not at all.

   Lea pulled down her skirt and sat in the chair next to Ken.  She wasn't
flushed at all, but looked very smug.  The only real evidence of what she'd
done was the strong scent of sex surrounding her and a sort of glowing deep
in her eyes.

   They watched as Connie got off the table and leaned over to kiss Lea. 
Lea returned the kiss while running her hands over the girl's body.

   "Get dressed now lover," said Lea.

   Ken watched the girl get dressed and sit down on the chair, her eyes
never leaving Lea.  She looked peaceful and very content, but there was no
other evidence that anything had happened .  Ken was anything but.  His
lust was not diminished at all.

   "Would you like me to relieve you Ken?  If you sit on the table, I will
ease your lust."

   Ken found he could move again.  Somehow, the fact that they were in the
crowded food court still didn't impinge directly on his consciousness.  He
quickly sat on the table, and Lea opened his pants and freed his cock.

   She bent her lips to it, and breathed on it slightly.  Ken's hips jerked
in response.  He could never remember a time when he'd been this sensitive.
If she put her mouth on it, he was sure that he'd only last about a second.

   Lea slid her lips over his cock and took him right down to the root. 
The feeling was incredible - no blowjob he'd ever had, had felt like her
mouth closing on his flesh.  Ken's penis wasn't overly long, but it was
very thick.  He'd never had a woman able to take that much of it, never
mind take it with such ease.  The resulting explosion of cum that he
expected, however, did not occur.  Pleasure like he'd never known flowed
through his body as she expertly milked his organ with her tongue.

   He was now getting a little wild.  She was almost overloading him with
pleasure with just her mouth.  His frantic humping motions produced no
gagging or recoil from Lea, she simply and easily accepted his cock,
raising and lowering his pleasure, playing him in ways he'd never thought
were possible.  When he finally came, long after he'd thought he would, he
almost passed out.  He literally saw stars as he pumped load after load
into Lea's eager mouth.

   She knew just when to stop the friction, just how long to hold him in
her mouth and just when to release him.  He'd had good sex before, or at
least he thought that he had.  This was something beyond any experience
he'd ever had.

   When he finally regained enough strength, he put his cock back into his
pants and looked at the woman who had just so thoroughly pleased two
lovers. She was still the sexiest woman he'd ever seen and the glow had
returned to her eyes.  He wondered if he should offer to please her.  He
wondered if he even could.  Ken felt contentment and peace suffuse his body
and mind in a way that he'd never felt before.

   When he got off the table, after zipping up his pants, the sounds and
smells of the food court returned.  He looked around somewhat confused,
then realized that considerable time had passed.  There was so much to ask
and figure out and he had to be back at that fucking job!

   "Sit Ken," said Lea.  "Now that the edge is off, perhaps it is time to
speak of our deal." She smiled and looked at Connie.  "My dear, you have
been wonderful.  But perhaps you should finish your lunch at another table,
hmm?"

   "Oh, yes.  Umm, I'm sorry, it just looked like there was nowhere else to
sit.  I'm sorry to have disturbed you."

   "Oh it was no problem, dear," replied Lea.  "Perhaps we'll see each
other again."

   "I'd like that, " said Connie with a small smile.  She had a bit more
sway to her hips as she walked to an empty table, and she glanced over to
look back at Lea once.

   Ken was quite alarmed, now that he could think clearly again.  What the
hell had just gone on?  Surely, that had to have been a hallucination! 
People didn't just fuck unnoticed in the middle of a mall with no one
commenting on it!

   But the dampness of his cock in it's still slightly thickened state
attested to the fact that something had happened.

   "You are confused," said Lea.  "There is no need to be confused or
alarmed.

   No one noted what happened, any more than they would note the details of
a persons daydream.  Look at your watch."

   Ken did and felt the blood drain from his face.  There was no way,
absolutely no WAY that only five minutes had passed since Lea had walked
over here.

   "What the fuck is going on?  Who ...  what are you?" Ken would have
started to rise, but those eyes held him to his chair.

   "As I have said, there is nothing for you to be worried about.  So,
shall we speak of my deal?"

   Ken found he was still quite afraid, but he couldn't leave.  Licking dry
lips he said, "OK, so what is this deal?"

   "Would you like the power to do what I just did?  To know the fantasies
of a woman, to grant them, experience them for yourself?"

   "You're kidding, right?  I'm not even sure *I* believe what just
happened.  This is a lot to think through, to accept, " replied Ken.

   "Yes, it is.  But I will tell you that my offer is real.  I can, and
will if you so desire, give you that power."

   "But why?  I mean, let's just say that I can get my brain around all
this and believe that it happened.  Why would you give that power to me?"

   Lea leaned back in her chair.  "When you have come to believe that I can
give you this power, I will tell you.  It is important that you understand
why I would grant it to you before you accept it." She slid something
across the table to him.  It was a ring sitting on a piece of paper.

   "What's this?" he asked, not daring to touch it.

   Lea smiled.  "Once you leave here, you will begin to doubt that this
ever happened.  You will convince yourself that you were daydreaming.  So.
Take the ring and wear it - it goes on your right forefinger.  You will
know then that this did happen and what I offer you is real.  When you
finally decide, speak my name and we will talk again."

   Ken looked at the ring.  The metal was the same copper color as her
hair, and the oval stone was the same green as her eyes.  He looked up to
ask another question but saw she was gone.  Ken half stood and looked
around, but there was no sign of her in the crowd.

   End part 1

   ~Pen~ http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DarkPen/www "But if I go cold/ I won't get sold/
I'll get put in the back /On the discount rack/ Like another can of
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