Message-ID: <46773asstr$1077397805@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <janus@mrdouble.com>
From: "janus" <janus@mrdouble.com>
X-Original-Message-ID: <WorldClient-F200402201705.AA05020052@mrdouble.com>
X-Authenticated-Sender: janus@mrdouble.com
X-Spam-Processed: mrdouble.com, Fri, 20 Feb 2004 17:05:03 -0500
(not processed: message from valid local sender)
X-Return-Path: janus@mrdouble.com
X-MDaemon-Deliver-To: ckought69@hotmail.com
X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 17:05:02 -0500
Subject: {ASSM} Danielle's Piercing M/f nc reluc
Lines: 472
Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2004 16:10:05 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/46773>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr
-----------
All emails sent to this mrdouble.com domain that contain any file
attachment type other than "txt" or "zip" will be deleted. That
means if you reply to this message using "html format" or with a
"jpg" or image file, or any other file type other than "plain
text", "txt" or "zip", the entire email will be deleted and your
message will not be delivered to this domain. This is intended
to prevent abuse, spam, and viruses.
<1st attachment, "danielle.txt" begin>
*******************************
Please note:
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons
living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily
condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of
which are dangerous or illegal.
Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.
*******************************
Danielle's Piercing
Written by Janus
Copyright 2003
All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Janus/www
It had all gone according to plan, so far. Danielle had managed
to sneak out of her all-girls Catholic High School during lunch.
Knowing she would be conspicuous in her school uniform, the
sixteen year old had stuck to side streets and hoped no one would
notice her telltale plaid skirt and studious white button down
shirt. She arrived without incident at Frank's Tattoo and
Piercing Parlor.
And now Danielle shivered as she waited in the flimsy hospital
gown. She was alone in a brightly lit room that had a single
piece of furniture: a large examining table with two metallic
stirrups extending from one end. There was also a small stand
nearby that housed a variety of glinting metal objects she didn't
recognize. It was like she was at the doctor's office.
But she wasn't. Danielle glimpsed the burly, tattooed man from
the other room as he tidied up the front service counter.
Danielle has always liked her ears being pierced but when she
wanted to pierce other things, her dad had steadfastly refused.
She had pleaded several times to get her nose pierced, but it was
out of the question for her dad, a strict Catholic. Her tongue
and belly button were also vetoed as a possible candidates. When
Danielle requested her upper ear, her dad had turned down that
simple request as well.
Danielle was a very pretty girl. Her long, honey brown hair was
always perfectly coiffed and her slim tummy but curvy body always
drew her envious looks at school. Danielle prided herself on
appearing attractive but she always wanted more. That's when the
thought of having her clit hood pierced first entered her mind.
Danielle knew of course then that having her clit hood pierced
would have blown father's top off. She didn't even ask him. The
problem was that most piercing establishments required minors to
have parental consent for any piercing or tattoo work.
Unfortunately, Danielle was only sixteen. It had taken a lot of
searching but she finally found a place that would waive the
parental consent requirement.
The man behind the counter, Frank, hadn't been terribly
receptive of breaking the law for her, but he consented after
Danielle offered to pay twice the regular price, up front in
cash. After she paid him, he instructed her to go to the back
changing room and handed her a paper hospital gown. Danielle
thought it was odd that he wanted her to be completely naked for
the piercing, but she didn't argue since she didn't want him to
change his mind.
"All right, sweetheart," Frank said, entering the room. "Let's
get this show on the road before we get caught, huh?" He went to
a sink and started washing his hands. He called over his
shoulder to her, "Why don't you get on the table and put your
feet in the stirrups?"
"Okay," Danielle said. Her stomach fluttered in nervous
anticipation as she climbed onto the table. The teenager hadn't
counted on the discomfort of being exposed before a stranger.
She shivered again as her feet slipped into the cold stirrups.
"Oh well," she thought to herself, staring up at the bright light
fixture on the ceiling, "it'll be worth it to get my hood
pierced." Danielle knew she would be the envy of the shower room
at her all-girls Catholic school. The girls at school were all
starting to rebel against the years of repression. Piercing body
parts was the latest fad.
"Okay, kid," Frank said, wiping his hands off on a towel,
"you'll have to take off the hospital gown now."
Danielle blinked. "The entire gown?" she asked.
Frank nodded. "The entire gown, kid," he repeated. "We're
breaking enough rules today as it is. Whole gown has to come off
for any piercing below the neck."
Danielle hesitated only a second before reaching underneath to
undo the knot that held the gown shut behind her. She pulled the
paper gown off and handed it to Frank, who tossed it on the
floor. Resisting the urge to cover herself, the sixteen year old
kept her hands at her sides. Her tummy was perfectly flat, her
pure porcelain skin almost glowing as her long limbs lay on the
table. She had the flawless breasts of a teenager, completely
firm with no sagging, crowned by a small brown aureole with a
pointed nipple. Her firm, apple-sized breasts betrayed her age
by jutting straight from her chest, even as she lay back on the
table. She felt her nipples harden from exposure to the cool
air.
"You not shaved," Frank observed.
"Ummm, no," Danielle said anxiously. "Is that a problem?"
"The hair usually gets in the way," Frank told. "I'm gonna have
to shave it off, okay?"
"Well... okay," Danielle agreed reluctantly. A shaved crotch
would probably even get her more attention in the shower room,
she decided. It would make her stand out even more, raising the
jealousy level higher. She watched Frank as he got the shaving
equipment ready. He was a massive man with very large arms and
shoulders. He wore only a tank top that revealed the numerous
tattoos adorning his arms and back. He was by no means
attractive and Danielle wondered if that made her more or less
comfortable that he would be the one to pierce her clit hood.
"Okay, this'll only take a second," Frank muttered as he
approached her with the clippers. Danielle flinched slightly as
he ran his fingers through her pubic hair.
"Hold on, there," he said. "I can't have you jerking about when
I'm working." So saying, he reached underneath the table and
produced two seatbelt-like straps that were attached to either
side of the table. He snapped the straps closed and adjusted
them until they were firmly tightened against her flat abdomen.
Danielle thought that was all he was going to do until she felt a
strap tighten around her ankle as it rested in the stirrup
"Wait, is that really... necessary?" she asked apprehensively.
Frank nodded as he secured her other ankle. "I don't want to
get kicked in the head if you get antsy, kid."
Danielle felt very unsure about the whole procedure now. She
felt very vulnerable and exposed as she lay naked before this
man. She felt him run his hands through her pubic hair again but
she was completely immobilized this time. The teenager wanted to
protest again but she heard the buzz of the clipper fill the room
as Frank began to trim her pubic hair. She looked down and saw
him lean in very close to her crotch until all she could see was
the top of his bald head. To her relief, however, he worked
quickly. Her only embarrassment came when she felt him touch her
vaginal lips as he moved them out of the way to avoid the
clipper.
"All right," Frank said, cleaning her off with a brush. "Let's
get the shaving cream ready..."
"Shaving cream?" Danielle repeated, taken aback.
"Yeah, I'm gonna do a close shave job. You don't want it to
look all scraggly, do you kid?"
"I guess not..."
Danielle felt him spread the lather on her upper crotch before
moving lower to the sides of her labia. This time she felt him
brush against her clit several times before running a finger
between her lips, caressing from her clit to her vagina. The
sixteen year old blushed in embarrassment from the intimate
contact. Soon though, she felt the razor blade sliding smoothly
across her lathered nether region. When he finished, he wiped a
warm, dampened washcloth across her pubic area. Danielle felt
the strange sensation of the washcloth against her now bare skin.
It felt very different.
"Can I see what it looks like?" Danielle asked shyly.
"Sure thing," Frank said. He reached above the table and swung
down a mirror that attached to the ceiling by a swiveling arm.
"Some of our customers like to watch the piercing process," he
explained as he adjusted the mirror into place above her.
Danielle watched the mirror as he moved it into position. In the
reflection, she saw her crotch, completely hairless. Like a ten
year old, she mused to herself. Her vaginal lips were arranged
as if by an artist, resembling the petals of a flower as it
closed around her inner labia.
"Looks nice, doesn't it?" Frank smiled at her, revealing his
crooked teeth. Danielle tried to smile back at the ugly man.
All she could do was nod though.
"Okay, kid," Frank said, "so you want your hood pierced. That's
no problem. I have to warn you though that I'm going to need to
get your clit erect and popped out of the hood before I can
pierce anything."
"Um, okay."
"And that means I'll have to touch you for a little bit," Frank
told her.
"Oh, all right..." Danielle said reluctantly. She watched his
hand approach her pubic area in the mirror. "Wait," she
interrupted, "shouldn't you be wearing gloves or something?"
"Oh yeah," Frank mumbled. He rummaged through a drawer in the
tableside stand. "Uh oh," he said. "Looks like I'm out of
rubber gloves."
"Oh," Danielle said, uncertain.
"Do you want to come back tomorrow or should I just touch you
without the gloves?" Frank asked her, shutting the drawer.
"Well... I guess it's okay if you don't use gloves..." Danielle
said.
Frank nodded. Danielle flinched as he made direct contact with
her clit, not accidentally this time. He must have been using
some lubricant because his thumb glided smoothly over her hidden
clit. In the mirror, Danielle watched as his thumb moved in slow
circles around her clit. Despite the simulation, the sixteen
year old was too uncomfortable to respond. She didn't like being
touched by this burly, tattooed man.
She watched in the mirror as he moved his other hand to her
crotch. She felt a finger separate her lips again and run
between them, pausing at the entrance to her vagina. The sixteen
year old was still completely dry.
"It's okay," Frank told her. "I've got something to help." He
pulled a baton shaped object from the stand. Danielle blushed as
she saw it. She knew what it was before he even switched it on.
She had seen pictures of vibrators before but she had never seen
one in real life. A low and gentle hum filled the room as Frank
switched on the sex toy.
Danielle sucked in her breath as the buzzing vibrator touched
her clit. The sensation was too powerful and the teenager
bucked, trying to move away from the simulation. The straps
around her waist and ankles held her tight however.
"Please," Danielle said, "it's too much... it tickles..."
Frank ignored her. He pressed the vibrator harder against her
clit. Danielle squirmed on the table but it was no use. The
vibrator stopped tickling now but even worse it was indeed
turning her on. Embarrassed, Danielle felt little tremors run up
her spine. She stopped squirming and lay silent. She tried to
concentrate on getting the piercing. "The hood piercing, the
hood piercing," she thought to herself. "This is all for the
piercing."
The vibrator was definitely working now for the sixteen year old
felt herself start to lubricate. Her clit felt hard and swollen
against the vibrator as it buzzed against her. Danielle felt a
flush start to rise across her chest.
"Um, I think... I think that's enough now," Danielle told Frank.
He looked at her, his face blank. "Not yet, kid, not yet. I'll
tell you when." Danielle watched in the mirror as he hand moved
again to her vaginal lips. A lone finger parted her labia and
this time she felt her own lubrication wet against his finger.
She swallowed hard. Staring up at the ceiling, she tried to
ignore the man's touch against her exposed private area.
The vibrator was exciting her more and more though, making it
impossible to ignore anything. Her clit felt supercharged with
energy as it pumped pleasure signals to her brain. Looking at
the mirror, she saw Frank's finger was shiny with her juices as
he rubbed along her nether region. She watched as he removed the
vibrator from her clit, replacing it with his thumb. Her
engorged clit was clearly visible as Frank's thumb massaged the
swollen tissue. Despite her discomfort, Danielle felt very
sexually stimulated now.
"Um, I really... think that's enough now..." she said haltingly.
Frank ignored her. She watched in the mirror as he moved the
vibrator to the entrance of her vagina. He pressed gently. She
felt an inch of it slip inside her.
"What are you doing?" she said, alarmed. She felt him push more
it inside her. "Stop that! Please..." Danielle squirmed on the
table but the restraints held her tight.
"Cool it, kid," Frank said, not looking at her. "You want that
hood piercing or not?"
Danielle bit her lip as the vibrator slipped deeper inside her.
The humming sex toy felt incredible as it penetrated her vagina.
She felt her muscles involuntarily contract around the hard
plastic. Frank's thumb continued to fondle her clit, bringing
her ever higher and higher. Danielle stifled a moan as the
vibrator hit a sensitive spot inside her vagina, making her
clench it tightly. Her back arched slightly on the table as the
pleasure built inside her.
Watching the mirror, she saw Frank moving the vibrator in and
out of her vagina. "Fucking me," she thought. "Fucking me with
the vibrator..." Despite her mounting pleasure, she felt all
this was wrong.
"Please, stop," she told him. "I think it's enough. I'm
really... turned on now... I think my hood is ready..."
Frank only responded by rubbing her clit harder. Danielle
moaned, openly and loudly this time. She couldn't help herself
anymore.
"Please," she begged, "I'm going to have an... orgasm...
soon..."
To her relief, Frank pulled the vibrator from her dripping wet
vagina. However, he didn't stop stroking her clit and that was
still pushing her close to the edge.
"It's okay..." she pleaded. "You can stop touching me now." To
her horror, she saw his free hand move to the zipper of his
jeans. Aghast, Danielle watched as he pulled his hard penis out.
It jutted from his zipper, erect, its tip an angry shade of red.
"What are you doing?" Danielle whispered. Frank didn't answer.
Instead he moved his hips closer to her body. "No, don't!"
Danielle screamed as she felt him press against her. His warm
penis felt very different from the cold plastic of the vibrator.
She felt him press against the entrance to her vagina.
"Don't!" Danielle screamed again. But it was no use. He thrust
hard into her with one smooth stroke. Her well-lubricated vagina
opened easily to his invading penis. Danielle still struggled
against her restraints, trying to free herself but it was futile.
The man began to fuck her teenage pussy.
Danielle sobbed as he pummeled in and out of her. Despite her
tears, the supercharged teenager was still very turned on. His
penis was hitting the sensitive spot that the vibrator had
tickled before. Mortified, the sixteen year old felt herself on
the brink of an orgasm.
"Please," she said, her eyes tightly shut as tears rolled down
her cheeks. "I don't want to... don't make me... come...
pleea-ohhh... ohhh..." The helpless teenager succumbed to the
orgasm as it swept through her body. Frank's thumb on her
swollen clit pushed her even farther as her muscles contracted
around his hard penis.
"Yeah, sweetheart, that's right..." Frank said, grunting, "milk
my cock with your pussy.. oh yeah..."
Danielle felt embarrassed yet turned on by his words as her
vagina clamped down hard on the penis inside her. Her back
arched as best it could while the waist strap restrained her
movement.
"Oh God, oh God, ohhh..." Danielle writhed and whimpered as her
orgasm washed over every inch of her body. Her hands balled up
at her sides as her eyes clenched shut in ecstasy. Finally, the
sixteen year old began to calm down as the tingling pulsations
ebbed away. Danielle opened her eyes and blearily focused on
Frank who was still embedded in her tight vagina.
"That felt really good, kid," Frank told her, making her cheeks
burn red. "Now it's my turn..." His hard penis began to pump
quickly inside her. Alarmed, Danielle realized what he was going
to do.
"Ahh, no... no... please don't, oh, oh..." Danielle pleaded as
best she could as his hard penis pounded into her sensitive
vagina. But it was already too late. Frank plunged his penis
into her deeply and grunted. The teenager felt the his penis
throb, buried inside her.
"No..." she whispered. Danielle gasped in shock as she felt the
first spurt of his hot semen inside her. Frank moaned again,
accompanied by another throb of his penis and soon another spray
of his semen joined the first. And then another. Danielle lost
count. It felt like the tattoo artist was ejaculating quarts and
quarts of his hot fluid into her teenage vagina. Finally his
penis stopped throbbing.
"Oh man," Frank muttered as he stepped from the spent teenager,
withdrawing his softening penis. The very second his manhood
pulled out of her, Danielle felt a trickle of fluid drip from her
vagina. Humiliated, she tensed her muscles to try to hold it
inside but it was no use. A waterfall of his semen came
streaming from her well-used vagina, dripping past her anus
before collecting in a growing puddle on the table.
"Why... why did you do that?" Danielle asked quietly, tears
rolling down her cheeks.
"Well, kid, you had an orgasm," Frank told her. "I only needed
to get you stimulated, so once you had an orgasm I couldn't do
the piercing. So I just thought I'd have some fun."
"But I didn't want you to do that."
Frank shrugged at her. "If you didn't like me touching you, why
did you have an orgasm."
Danielle was at a loss to explain herself. She felt that she had
been wronged. As she reflected, Frank undid the restraints
around her waist and ankles.
"Well, it's too late to get your hood pierced now," he told her.
"I have some appointments coming in this afternoon. Can you come
back tomorrow?"
Danielle removed her feet from the stirrups and dismounted from
the table. Picking up the paper gown from the floor, she hid
herself behind it. "I think I just want my money back please,"
she said in a quiet voice.
Frank shrugged again. He headed to the front room and returned
with some bills in his hand. "All right," he said, "here's the
money you paid me up front. On top of that, here's an extra
fifty for your trouble." He placed the pile of bills on the
table and headed for the front room. "You can just leave through
the back door," he said to her over his shoulder. And then he
closed the door, leaving her alone.
Danielle got dressed, taking care to wipe the sticky mess running
down her leg with a kleenex. She put on her pleated plaid skirt
and quickly buttoned her white dress shirt. As she pulled her
tights on, she eyed the money on the table before her. She
counted out what she had paid, leaving the fifty dollar bill on
the table.
"It's like he thinks I'm some sort of prostitute," the sixteen
year old thought to herself. The notion was insulting to her.
Did he think she did this sort of thing every day? She picked up
her purse. Still, she thought, fifty dollars was a lot of money.
Danielle pocketed the fifty dollar bill and left.
************************
Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading.
~Janus
janus_md@hotmail.com
<1st attachment end>
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format. The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+