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I've added two parts to this story, taking it in a new direction.  I
post the original first part  from October 2003 for continuity.


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The Classified Ad 1 (Mf anal oral) by Foxbat


Disclaimer:  The characters in this story are completely fictional,
and bear no intended resemblance to characters in real life.  This story
contains graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be
read if such stories are illegal in your state, or if you are a minor.

Please feel free to distribute this, on the condition that the
disclaimer and author's name remain intact and unaltered.

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The Classified Ad 1 (Mf anal oral) by Foxbat


   A pretty blond knelt before me, buck ass naked.  Her knees were
apart, and her eyes downcast.  She was a bad slut.

   "Do you know why you're a bad slut?" I asked the girl.  There was a pause.

   "Because I came when you told me not to."  She replied.  There
wasn't any real fear in her voice - any that was present was entirely
self-induced.

   "Why did you come against orders?"  I asked the girl, dropping my
gaze to her crotch, which I'm sure was quite wet just from the
humiliating nature of this exchange.

   "Because I couldn't help it - the buttplug you told me to wear
today made me feel so horny."

   I knelt next to her.  She was a tall athletic girl, the kind that
you can immediately spot as a basketball player from across campus.
Her somewhat curly blond hair was gathered behind her head in a loose
pony tail.  I let my hand run down her back, over her ass crack and
the base of the buttplug.  I pushed a finger into her dripping pussy
as she shivered and tried to hold still.

   "You're soaking wet, you dirty slut."  I pushed her forward onto
her hands and knees.  Winding up, I whacked her on the ass a few times
as she yelped in pain, clearly doing her best to keep the noise to a
minimum.  Walls in the dorm were thin.

   Without further ado, I yanked the buttplug from her tightly
clenched anus and replaced it with two fingers.  Sucking in her
breath, the girl was doing her best to accommodate the new invasion,
as I thrust my fingers in and out.  I withdrew my fingers after a
moment, transferred my hand to her mouth.  Using my other hand to open
my fly, my cock, which was raging hard by now, sprang out. Without
adding any more lube than that left over from the buttplug's
insertion, I thrust as far as I could into her ass.

   She made a long moan/screech/scream noise as I penetrated her
posterior for the first time.  Not giving her time to adjust, I began
vigorously hammering into her ass, enjoying the tightness and friction
on my cock.  Leaning forward, I roughly grabbed her tits and pinched
hard on her nipples.  Looking down, I saw her mouth was open and her
eyes squeezed shut in a delicious look of pain mingling with pleasure.
 I had kept her in a hyper-sexual frenzy for the last hour, and I
could tell it wouldn't much more to put her over the edge in a major
way.

   I reached my hand back between her legs and began alternately
rubbing and slapping her cunt, watching her twitch and jerk in
reaction.  When she started coming, the pressure was too much for me
and I ground as far into her as I could before pulling out and dumping
my load of sperm all over her pretty face.  I wiped my cock off on her
forehead.

   I was already putting my clothes back on before she really moved
from the position she'd been in while I fucked her.

   She smiled.

   "Mmm... that was good." She murmured.

   "You're such a slut," I replied as I smiled, blew her a kiss, and
walked out the door.


* * *

   As I was walking back to my room, I reflected for a moment on how
Allison had come into my life.  It was a fairly recent thing - my
girlfriend of two years and I had only broken up a few months ago.
There had been nothing wrong with that relationship, but it lacked any
sort of zest or real excitement.  We'd had lots of sex, and she
probably considered herself fairly liberal because she would let me do
her doggy style, but she wasn't into anything that was out there - no
bondage, butt sex or any of that.

   I, on the other hand, had always been sort of fascinated by it.
I'd never really had a chance to indulge those desires, but I was
reasonably content to limit myself to masturbating while thinking
about it occasionally.  It had never really been a sticking point in
the relationship, since I'd never made a big deal of it, but since
being a free man, I'd found myself thinking about it more and more,
and sort of hoping that the next girl I met might be a bondage freak
or a pain slut.

   Then one night, a bunch of my buddies and I were reading the local
newspaper over late night pizza at our favorite hang out, when we ran
across the classified section.  There were the usual "M looking for F"
and "F looking for M" and "Gay/Lesbian" sections, but then there was
an "eXXXtreme" section, which our attention was drawn to.  The first
ad was 40 year old guy looking for school girls to act out his
spanking fantasy.  The ads just seemed to get more ridiculous from
there though - one lady was looking for a pair of thai midgets to join
her and her husband in bed, another man was looking for Amazonian
women who were handy with the strap-on and could "put some meat
between the buns."  We got a good laugh that night from some of the
sick shit people were looking for, but it got me thinking.

   I wondered what kind of people would place an ad in the paper like
that, I mean, really.  You look at the ads, but it's strange when you
realize that someone actually wrote in.  And, although lots were
funny, the majority were serious.

   I found myself coming back to that thought a lot in the next few
days.  Maybe it really wasn't so strange.  Just as there must be
people who would put in the ads, there must be people who would
respond.  All the ad revealed about the poster was the phone number,
and that was hardly damning.

   It took me about a week to settle on the idea that I would put in
an ad.  I convinced myself that it would probably not yield anything,
or at least nothing serious.  I jokingly thought I might have to dodge
a few fat ugly old women, and at least that would be amusing.  It
would be totally worth it on the off chance it turned up someone good.
 So I typed up an ad and mailed it in to the paper with a $8 check for
it to run for 3 weeks.

   And promptly forgot all about it.  Midterms arrived, and life got
busy.  I checked the papers once or twice in the first few days to
make sure it was there, and did a little fantasizing about what might
happen, but, having satisfied my obsession, I didn't really think much
about it.

   * * *

   I was walking out of the post office after checking my mailbox when
my cell phone went off.  My phone didn't recognize the phone number,
but it was from the local area code, so I answered it.

   "Hi... umm.... Are you Will?"  A very nervous female voice asked.

   "Yeah... what's up?"  I responded, having no idea who I was dealing with.

   "Uh... Did you, um..."

   I heard silence, so I looked at the display.  The call ended.  I
figured it was a wrong number or something.  If she wanted to ask me
something, she'd call back.  I turned and was about to start walking
back to my room when the phone rang again.

   "Hi.  Sorry.  I'm really nervous, but I'm just going to say it.
Did you put an ad in the Herald?"  I could hear her bracing herself
for the answer.  At first I was thinking commercial advertisement, and
I was about to say no, and then I remembered.

   "Yeah - I did."  It was at this point that the adrenaline hit me.
"Holy Shit - someone actually responded to that ad!" I thought.   And
she didn't sound fat, ugly or old.  I could hear the relief on the
other side of the line as I tried to think of something to say.  I
hadn't really considered how this conversation would go, or even what
the next step would be.

   "I guess we should meet, then," I responded somewhat at a loss.
"Just to make sure we're both what the other is expecting.  Shall we
meet at Koffee Korner?"  Koffee Korner was a little coffee shop
frequented by businessmen as well as students as it was basically on
the border between campus and the financial district of the city.  I
had no idea whether the woman on the phone was a fellow student, a
local resident, or what, and KK was a pretty neutral place.  "I'll be
wearing a blue sweater.  Is Monday at 4 ok?"

   "Sure."  The phone went dead.  I was already counting the hours until Monday.



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Foxbat

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