"Junk mail, junk mail, bill, junk mail," Christina utters aloud to herself as she sorts the morning mail. "Bill, junk mail, junk...hmmm," she puzzles as she takes a second look at this particular piece of mail.
"It's sure to be junk mail. I know I will open it for nothing," she thinks as she reads the sender's name, Fantasy Fulfillment. Maybe it's the pretty pink parchment envelope, maybe it's the raised black lettering, or maybe it's the beautiful gold rose seal on the back. Whatever the reason, Fantasy Fulfillment can boast success, for Christina's fingers carefully tear open the envelope.
Inside is a beautiful color brochure of the newest and most adaptable sexual fun toys. Christina has heard about such devices, but has never seen any. With a blushing red face to match the deepest red in the brochure, she reads with embarrassed enthusiasm. Her fingertips trace the glossy pictures and her teeth bite her lower lip as she tries to suppress the desire to learn more.
"Our toys are just what you need to spice up those hips and move your body right into a hot and wet experience..."
She makes excuses. "Obviously, these toys are meant for women who must feed some unfulfilled sexual need. Apparently, some women depend on this kind of stimulus. Surely, these toys are for those "horny" women, the ones that don't have a man." Then reality hits, she is one such hidden horny individual.
"In less than two hours we can have the product in your lap just prior to your having some fun."
With a gasp, she folds the brochure, quickly lowers it, and decides, "No, I'm not that horny." But she isn't quite quick enough, because her greedy eyes catch sight of a web address just before folding.
She grabs all the junk mail, even the pretty pink one, albeit with a little hesitation, and tosses the heap into the trash.
After a half hour of mundane chores, and countless toy questions continually pervading her thoughts, Christina meanders toward the wastebasket to retrieve the web address. She coyly rationalizes, "I'll just see what they have to offer and what they cost."
A soft pink background fills the computer screen. In bold black lettering Christina unbelievably reads, "Welcome to Fantasy Fulfillment, Christina. You have taken the first step toward heavenly bliss."
Christina is shocked! How do they know her name? Could it be a coincidence? Of course she has to scroll down for an answer, any clue, to this appalling invasion.
A bold black spiral appears. It forces a stare from Christina. Words fade-in, then instruct, "Watch the spiral, Christina. Watch it and relax."
There's her name again! She scrolls back up to confirm that she didn't register first. She scrolls back quickly to the spiral and reads the new note, "Yes, Christina, you must watch the spiral. Watch it and relax. Say 'relax' now."
"Relax."
Christina finds the spiral inviting. She stares at it until another message slowly becomes visible with a similar command. "Concentrate on the center, Christina. Watch the center and relax. Say 'relax' now."
"Relax."
Christina focuses on the center. More words and commands to relax, relax deeper, concentrate, focus, and Christina, always Christina, surface continually; and always with commands to repeat. Finally Christina falls into trance.
"Feel free to begin undressing while you pull out your credit card. Now it is time to get naked and play. Say 'get naked and play' now."
Totally locked into this spiral and its control, an entranced Christina bends for her purse as she unbuttons her blouse and repeats, "Get naked and play, get naked and play."
"You are very aroused, Christina. Go deeper into the spiral and remove the rest of your clothing."
While reciting "get naked and play," Christina removes her slacks, bra and panties. The cool breeze blowing in from her screened deck finds her bare breasts and perks her nipples. Her arousal deepens as the next command rises into focus.
"In preparation for your play, you will take a thirty-minute bath and then a ten-minute shower. Set your timer so as not to overextend your temptation to finger your clit or massage your nipples. You will await our delivery person with your introductory sample kit wearing the skimpiest lingerie you own. Say 'bath, timer, delivery person' now."
Christina obeys the spiral and reiterates "bath, timer, delivery person."
"At 1:00 p.m. you will smile with an invitation for the delivery person to enter. You will be cognizant of the pleasure demonstrated to you. You will obey and comply. You will repeat commands, which will reinforce your arousal. Say 'pleasure, obey, comply, repeat' now, and go start your bath."
Christina heads for the bathroom mumbling, "pleasure, obey, comply, repeat."
The timer buzzes as Christina soaps her body in a full tub of bubble bath. Like clockwork she showers off, dons her thick terry robe, and applies a small amount of make-up. She finds an appealing baby doll outfit that she had put away for a special occasion. Admiring her reflected image in the floor-length mirror, she decides to be daring and go without the pantie bottoms to this alluring see-through baby doll. She giggles and declares into the mirror, "I'm a doll, a horny doll. So horny I want to play...but must wait for doorbell, doorbell."
Precisely at 1:00 pm the doorbell rings. Christina opens the door to see a model-perfect delivery person clad in luscious latex. The gunmetal gray halter top, poured over her firm small breasts, forces an inviting cleavage. It adheres to bullet shaped nipples shooting straight at Christina's face. The red mini skirt hugs her curvaceous ass with a captivating tease. And the black knee-high spike heel boots complete the look.
Christina breathes a deep gasp as her surprised eyes scan and her probing mind questions, "Why did I assume a male, a delivery man?" But soon she forgets her concern and with a slutty smile, she robotically invites the latex lady inside.
"Good afternoon, I am Gina with your Whitman's sampler of fantasy fulfilling fun. I was selected to assist you in finding a way to add not only spice, but also total relaxation and juicy sensual sensations to your personal life. Keep in mind that I am only the delivery person, but I will get you started in the greatest cum filled day you have ever had."
"Hi, I am Christina...spice, relaxation, sensations."
"Let's go to the bedroom and I will show you what we have," commands Gina.
"Yes, bedroom. This way," repeats Christina in a monotone robotic voice.
Gina opens the toy box of erotic playthings. She always thrills to the reaction of a novice and Christina's response elicits a tingle that Gina has not felt in some time.
The spectrum of color and corporeal shapes draw Christina's hand to place a tender and tentative touch on the one that is the most lifelike. Gina agrees that the flesh colored Juicy Jelly Dong does indeed deliver a most gratifying sensation. She reassures that every item in the case will coax and cajole tingles and tremors from the most hidden, yet erogenous, areas.
"First you must remove that adorable baby doll you are wearing so we can apply the oil liberally and adequately."
Christina nods, repeats "remove," and allows the sheer top to slink to the floor. Gina admires her nakedness and remarks, "Christina, such eye candy you are, sweet curves and sugary complexion, mmmmm, let's get started."
She blushes a little, but responds to Gina's compliments with an ear for more directives.
"This oil is specially formulated to be absorbed into the skin, yet provide a little lubrication when it is dampened by water or, in most cases, saliva. Here, take a dab and gently massage it into your breasts."
"Massage breasts," repeats Christina as she clumsily rubs each breast.
Gina delights in her inexperience and gently guides her hands into a more seductive play. She instructs that her ample breasts like to be cupped and squeezed, enticing her nipples to grow more erect and reach out for a tender tweak. "Yes, Christina, very good. Now that the oil has been absorbed, let me show you how it reactivates."
Christina swallows hard, inhales a deep slow breath, and exhales in a soft compliant voice, "Reactivate."
Gina, aroused beyond expectation, licks her thirsty lips, inhales a deep breath of her own, and slowly and deliberately descends to one begging nub. With a wet tongue, she gently swirls until a tighter pucker springs from the slippery sensation. She moves to the other pleading protuberance and elicits the same slick stimulation. Christina's back arches and her chest pushes into Gina's administrations.
Gina reluctantly breaks away leaving a ruby red lipstick smudge on the dark circle of passion. She then encourages Christina to move her hands downward and apply some oil in preparation for the first toy. She retrieves the Softee Mini Vibrator, created for the refined touch.
"Lie down on the bed, Christina. Bend and spread your legs and feel the cool air kiss you."
Christina robotically obeys, but spreads only a little. Gina, compassionately grinning at her timid amateur, glides closer to her. She hovers over Christina's most sensitive patch and blows a long soft breath. It convinces her legs to open a little more with a gesture to Gina for another soft breath. This time her legs spread wide as Gina compliments her with kiss after kiss of cool air.
Normally, Gina would place the mini vibrator into the hands of the user, but her fascination with Christina's innocence has excited her greatly. Therefore, she decides to demonstrate the little device's charms herself.
"Christina, this tiny pleasure persuader has a mild buzz that will titillate your peaks and valleys. Relax and allow yourself to succumb to the stimulation."
As Gina playfully passes the little toy gently over Christina's puffing lips, she hears her whisper "must succumb."
Gina slides it to her opening and catches a drop of juice. She works it up her slit with a slight pressure and spreads the wetness to her growing clit. It causes the oil to reactivate into a slippery invitation for Gina to pause and coax Christina's little rosebud into full bloom.
A moan escapes Christina and causes Gina to urge, "Yes, Christina, it feels good to have me, another woman, pleasure you with your new toys. Tell me what you want."
With a nervous laugh and a bit of embarrassment, but with a coquettish sincerity, Christina implores, "Don't stop. Feels good, feels so very good."
Gina reaches in the case for the narrow Bambi Butt Plug and cleverly and quickly inserts it into the tightest opening she has ever felt. The quick jolt from Christina and then her automatic self command, "relax," sends salacious shivers throughout Gina.
Breaking all rules of Fantasy Fulfillment, Gina can't deny the stimulation aroused in her from this naive neophyte. The job has always been routine and redundant. But today, Christina's acquiescent behavior and innocent flirtations have taken Gina to the edge.
She grabs the large jelly dong that Christina was attracted to earlier. She replaces the mini vibrator with her tongue. The soft licks radiate and cover Christina with a lush velvet glow.
Christina grinds her hips with soft pumps and encourages Gina to nibble her puffy lips and suck her hardened clit, but not before she lightly swirls the head of the jelly dong over her opening and gently slides it into her juicy passage.
Gina cries, "You like."
"I like."
"You want more."
"More."
Gina very gingerly drives the butt plug deeper and, with steady hands, allows Christina to freely embrace both toys simultaneously. Then she suggests, "This feels so good."
"So good."
"Your mounting desires dictate."
"Desires."
"You're on fire with a burning need."
A feverish Christina faintly utters "On fire".
Gina, panting, heartily commands, "Cum now, Christina. Let the wave of pleasure wash over you."
"Cum now," a breathless Christina mimics, "Cum now."
The wave of pure pleasure pours over Christina with a power that she never knew existed.
And the wave pounds Gina too as she laps up the dripping sweet nectar of Christina's virgin lesbian love.
Gina gathers the toys as Christina enjoys the afterglow of Fantasy Fulfillment. She places them in the case and instructs one last command.
"You will rest now, Christina. I have introduced you to the pleasure that our company offers. When you awaken, you will shower and experience the last plaything in the sample package that I have delivered to you."
Christina sleepily murmurs, "Rest shower, plaything," and drifts off to sleep.
A short while later Christina awakens with a dreamy smile on her face. She remembers the ecstasy of the afternoon's episode and rises in a compelling fashion to shower.
The warm water sprays behind the curtain and causes steam to rise and swirl. As a robotic Christina steps inside the foggy mist she spies the nine-inch Big Boy With Balls stuck on the back ledge of the tub. The suction cup-base mount allows for hands free fun and with an appetite for such orgasmic thrills, Christina generously applies globs of that specially formulated oil.
She spreads, stoops, and straddles. Then as the warm water showers Christina with a silky wetness, she delicately lowers herself onto the head of the thick dildo. Inch by slow inch she slides down its shaft until the upturned balls tickle her little love button. With hands caressing her full bosom and a rhythmic up and down movement, Christina experiences sensational orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
Fantasy Fulfillment has delivered heavenly bliss and junk mail will never be the same.