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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {Winslow} "The Joy Toy"  RP (M/F, D/s)
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Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 16:10:05 -0500
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The Joy Toy by Don Winslow
   Every Tuesday we used to meet for lunch at Del's, a little Coffeshop
over on 4th Avenue.  We'd always get this table in the back, and they'd let
us stay.  The waitresses wouldn't hassle you, cause by the afternoon we
practically had the whole place to ourselves.  So we'd spend a couple of
hours smoking, drinking coffee, mostly talking, you know the sort of thing
agents talk about -- bookings and venues and clients we once had.  That's
how it started the day Sid told us his story.  For some reason we were
talking about the strangest acts we had ever seen.  As you probably know,
with these guys, everyone had a story to tell: funny animal acts, bad
ventriloquists, amazing contortionists, that sort of thing.  As we go
around the table, I notice that Sid seemed to be getting kinda antsy.  At
that time, Sid had an interesting side line -- what he called his
"specialty acts." He made good money supplying so-called exotic dancers for
strip clubs, and from what I heard , made a very tidy bundle indeed
representing the talent for X-rated films, and God knows what else he did
on the shadier side of the business.  Like all of us, Sid was a pretty
talkative guy, but today I noticed he was kind of quiet, staring at his cup
and running his fingers over the rim, as if he was lost in thought.  Then
it was his turn, and he blurted it out.  It was like he couldn't hold it in
any more.  He had something...something he had wanted to tell us, to tell
someone.  It ended up that for years he hadn't told a soul about this one
act; sure no one would believe him.  But now he was growing more and more
fidgety, as though suddenly eager to let it all out.  Once he started, the
guy never stopped.  And he held us there, fascinated; no one interrupted.
Except for sipping coffee, or lighting a cigar, no one even moved.
   ****
   Sid's Story
   "You guys know that in our business, you see just about everything, at
one time or another.  But let me tell you about an act you wouldn't
believe. I'm not sure I believe it myself.  It's got to be the weirdest act
that ever walked into my office...or anybody's office.  I never told you
guys about it before.  You'd think I was crazy.  But what the hell, so now
I'm retired from the business; who cares what people think?  One day this
guy shows up at my office with this drop-dead, gorgeous blonde at his side.
This babe's a knock-out: long and slinky, with small, sexy tits, low-slung
hips, and dynamite legs that seem to go on forever.  This guy she was with
her is a nothing, a nebbish: short and skinny; with glasses, almost bald,
not much to look at, just like a million other guys.  But this
girl,...she's got all the right stuff and it's perfectly packaged: what you
might call the classic model type; high cheekbones, wide, pouty lips, and
big blue eyes, all framed by silvery blond hair, long and silky that hangs
straight down to her shoulders.  And she is one long drink of water.  In
her heels, she towers over the guy who's standing next to her by maybe six
inches; and every inch of her is snugly packed into this little black
dress, you know the kind, one of those tight dresses with a scooped
neckline that gives you an eyeful of her loose tits; and is so short that
it barely covers her crotch.  I'm already getting a hardon, the minute they
walk in the door, and I have to get behind my desk and sit down real quick.
The guy introduces the tall blonde as Alissia; his name is Nathan.  The two
of them sit down across from me, and I notice he gives her a look and kind
of nods, and she hikes up her skirt and crosses those dynamite legs of
hers. She's wearing silky black nylons, real stockings, not pantyhose.  I
can tell they're the real thing, because I can see a sliver of white thigh
peeking out at me from under that skirt, the way it angles down when she
crosses her legs.  I can't take my eyes off those long gorgeous legs of
hers; that sexy dress she's wearing has ridden up practically into her lap,
giving me a lot to look at.  This girl doesn't say much, in fact she
doesn't say a word; he does all the talking.  She just sits there with her
dress rucked up her legs, avoiding my eyes, and looking decidedly nervous
and uncomfortable about making this visit.  But here's the thing.  Any
other woman, sitting down in one of those tight minidresses, would go right
for the hem, pulling the skirt down to cover herself, but this girl, she
squirms a little in her seat, as though she's embarrassed by it all; but
she doesn't make a move to straighten things out.  She just sits there,
showing me those beautiful legs of hers.  That's weird enough, but here's
the really weird part.  And this, you won't believe.  This guy's got a
story, and it's some story, let me tell you!  He tells me how this pretty
girl is crazy about him, will do anything for him, anything he wants! 
'Isn't that right?' he asks her.  She doesn't look at him, sits looking
down at the floor, but she nods.  Now he's gonna show me his little secret.
He opens this briefcase he's got with him, and takes out this gadget with
knobs and buttons, and a little antenna.  Not much bigger than a cigarette
package, it looks like one of those small portable radios.  Then he takes
out some kinda plastic egg, and shows it to me.  He puts it on my desk;
lets me a look at it.  I have to tear my eyes away from the black nylon of
a slowly swinging leg, long enough to pick the egg up and give it a good
look.  It's cream-colored, a little smaller than an ordinary egg, and not
as hard and smooth.  It's porous, he tells me, and there's some kind of
secret formula inside.  I know that sounds nuts, but wait, here's the
kicker.  He calls it his 'joy toy'.  Women love it.  In fact, they go crazy
over it!  Once they've used it, it's like a drug; they get practically
addicted to it, he tells me.  All a girl has to do is shove it up her
snatch, like a tampon, or some weird dildo, and when its activated she
feels a rush of the most fantastic pleasure coursing up through her body.
He wants me to believe he can turn a girl on...  just by pressing the right
button.  I look at the girl beside him, who's sitting with her head bowed,
and I can tell that under that pretty blond hair, she's turning three
shades of red.  This guy Nathan goes on to explain to me that this blonde's
actually wearing one of his 'toys' at this very moment.  In fact, she's
sitting there with one of the things stuffed up her cunt!  It's kept in
place up there by a kind of belt she wears, one with a strap that comes
down to run between her legs.  If I'd like to see, he'd be glad to have her
show it to me.  At first, I'm wondering if this guy's nuts, but now I'm
starting to wonder if he's pulling some scam to get me in trouble, sue me
for sexual harassment or something, and maybe I should give him the old
heave ho before things get out of hand.  Then he asks me to if I'd like to
see a little demonstration.  And before I can stop him, he presses a button
on the gizmo in his hands.  Instantly, the blonde jerks up in her chair
like she's been electrified.  She gives a shake to that long blond hair,
clenches her teeth, tightens her grip on the arms of the chair, and rears
up and back in her seat.  He stabs the button again.  The girl's eyes are
shut tight, and her lips fall open, and she comes out with this low,
breathy moan.  You know the kind of moan I mean.  When you get a broad
moaning like that, you know it means one thing -- she wants it, and she
wants it bad!  I'm sitting there, totally amazed, when Nathan turns down
the volume or something, and the girl instantly collapses right back into
her chair.  Now we have this leggy blonde sprawled out, limp as a wet
noodle, and panting like racehorse after the last heat.  Her eyes are still
closed, but now she's got this little smile plastered on her lips; a kind
of silly, happy smile.  By now, I'm speechless...me, can you imagine! 
Meanwhile, Nathan's acting real casual, like this is no big deal.  He knows
I probably don't believe him.  Maybe I'd like to see the way this girl
Alissia wears her little toy, he asks me, kind of coy like.  And by the
way, he adds, she's not wearing any panties.  He says this like he's
discussing the weather.  If I want, he'll have her lift her dress and show
me.  If I want!  At that point I would have sold my mother for a good look
up this delicious doll's dress!  The man has definitely got my undivided
attention.  Now it turns out that Alissia is actually a little shy about
showing herself off like this.  To be honest, she hates it, he tells me. 
But she'll do it.  She'll do whatever he says.  He's talking about the
blonde as though she's not even there, and maybe that's not so far from the
truth.  Right now this chick looks like she's floating off in never-never
land, only gradually coming down to earth.  He goes on to say that
normally, a girl like Alissia wouldn't be caught dead, dressing the way she
does, flaunting it like some sexy whore, strutting around in that revealing
minidress and those five-inch 'fuck me' heels.  It's just that she loves
having that toy up her cunt so damn much; she'll do anything for that
little jolt of pleasure that he, and he alone, can provide...whenever he
feels like it.  You see, he's the only one that's got the code you need
before you can activate a joy toy.  So he's the one she's got to please. 
She's really got no choice.  Now he orders the girl to stand up in front of
my desk.  Without a word, she gathers herself together and obeys, getting
to her feet, rising slowly to her full height in those tall heels.  This
beautiful babe stands before me, hands at her sides, blond head hung low,
like a schoolgirl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.  She's got her
eyes fixed on the carpet; she won't look at me if she can help it.  Nathan
gives me a sly wink.  'Alissia, Baby, lift up your dress,' he tells her,
casual as can be, like it's no big deal.  She stands there, holding herself
kind of stiff, but she doesn't move a muscle.  I'm waiting.  You could hear
a pin drop.  I'm starting to think that maybe this thing doesn't work after
all.  Then I see Nathan's thumb slide across to the red button, and a short
quick flick of that thumb tells me he just sent a jolt of pleasure racing
through the girl's body.  It's a short, mild jolt.  I watch her straighten
up; the ripple of pleasure seems to shoot up her spine and go out through
her shoulders, as they give a little wiggle, and she breaks out into a big
smile.  Immediately, her hands grab the hem of her dress, and she's
bunching it up and hauling it up her legs, uncovering the splendid lengths
of those long, mouth-watering thighs, nylon-encased right up to the wide
topbands with their fancy lace embroidery.  And she doesn't stop once the
dress is over the top of her stockings.  She knows he wants her to show me
her cunt, and by now she wants only one thing ...  to please her man. 
She'll do whatever she's told, expose herself in some stranger's office, or
stand on her head, or do jumping jacks, or whatever else it takes.  I watch
her gather up handfuls of the slippery black material and hike the dress up
to her waist to hold it there, showing us the prettiest little blond pussy
you've ever laid eyes on.  There's just a light dusting of pale blond fuzz
on her cunt: a narrow triangle, divided by a thin leather strap, that
presses a little into the soft flesh of her pubis as it is drawn up between
her legs.  I can see it's hanging straight down from a snug belt she wears
just above her hips, and it must be attached up in back too, as it's pulled
up tight into her crotch.  I look to her face, fascinated by her reactions.
The blonde's got her eyes closed, long lashes lowered.  She's embarrassed
to be showing herself like this, I guess; she's digging her nails into her
palms, the knuckles of her clenched hands are white.  As I'm watching that
pretty blond face, I see her wince, and then she exhales a long shivering
breath.  She squirms in place, hips and body writhing in a wiggle of
sensuous delight.  I knew that she just been given another jolt of pure
pleasure from the little toy buried in her snatch, delivered by the guy
that owns her, body and soul.  'Turn around; let's see the back,' he says.
And this gorgeous blonde obeys like she was some kind of a pretty robot,
dropping her dress, turning in place, then promptly hitching the dress up
in back to offer me a nice view of the back of her sleek, stockinged legs,
heels set close together; beyond the banded stockings, the white flesh of
those heavenly thighs and her splendidly naked ass -- all openly displayed,
just for me!  It was all so unbelievable!  There was this classy broad,
calmly showing me her bare butt: a perfect ass, tight cheeks and high-set
-- not too big, but neatly proportioned.  You know the kind.  The kind you
want to grab a hold of, or lick it, or spank it, or fuck it,...to do
something to it.  Nathan must have read my mind.  'Go ahead, be my guest.
You want to touch her, don't you?  he asks, inviting me like some gracious
host inviting me to sample a particularly tasty dish.  He knew I was dying
to get my hands on that saucy little ass.  Believe me, I don't need a
second invitation.  I get up, scramble around the desk and reach for her.
My hands are actually shaking, but I restrain myself and just use my
fingertips to trace up those smooth satiny cheeks.  Then I feel up that
perfect bottom of hers, while she never moves a muscles but just stands
three, holding up her dress, and letting me do whatever I want.  Guys, it
was incredible!  I couldn't stop myself.  I wanted more.  I look over to
Nathan, but he just smiled and nodded.  So I use both hands, cupping her
cute little butt, letting those plump cheeks nicely fill my cupped hands. I
squeeze and savor the solid feel of the blonde's behind, kneading her plump
mounds, while the girl, holding her dress up, shifts her weight from foot
to foot, but otherwise stays in place, keeping the pose he put her in.  All
of sudden she surprises me by jerking upright, electrified by a powerful
surge that thrills her to the core.  Immediately, she bends over, arching
her back and shoving that rump of hers right back, thrusting it into my
hands, and she wiggles her butt all around, arching up like a big cat in
heat.  I glance over just in time to see Nathan stab the button -- again,
and again; the girl goes berserk.  She shoots upright, her shoulders
twisting, as the surge of pure pleasure rockets through her long, swaying
body.  She shudders and shakes her hair like a wild woman; and then she
moans, a low shivering moan, but before she can recover, he hits her again,
and that one drives her to her knees.  The blonde is kneeling on my office
floor, bent over, holding herself, struggling for breath, when she gets
whacked a third time.  In a flash, she shoots straight up and cranes back,
kneeling with thighs spread out as much as that bunched up dress would
allow, teeth clenched against the erupting surge of unbelievable, ecstatic
pleasure that crazy Nathan forces her to endure.  She gives out with a
screech like banshee; both hands fly down to grab her crotch and she holds
herself there, clutching her cunt hard, squeezing urgently, with fingers
curled up and buried deep in her crotch.  Her shoulders are heaving and
she's panting through her open mouth, like she just ran the 440.  I can't
move, struck speechless by the hot sight of this hot blonde driven crazy
with lust and writhing out-of-control on my carpet.  Now this sex-crazed
blonde is rubbing herself off, furiously palming her cunt, and all the
while making this high-pitched keening noise.  Her hips start bucking. 
Suddenly, she looses all control, falls over, rolls on her side and lays
squirming there on the rug, dress twisted up around her waist, glamorous,
stockinged legs scissoring wildly.  She rolls over onto her belly, and her
hips start rocking again, deeper now, in strong pelvic thrusts.  She got
both hands jammed down between her legs, her thighs clenching, while she
rubs furiously till she starts to shake and tremble like she's having some
kind of convulsion.  And right there before my eyes, that girl gets off,
let's out a screech and has a major orgasm!  I know it sounds crazy, but I
watched that gorgeous moaning blonde as she comes -- right on the carpet in
front of my desk!"
   Copyright 1998, Don Winslow.  Readers who wish to find out more about
Nathan's little joy toys, and the women who love them, are invited to
follow their adventures in: Captive Women, Published by Blue Moon Books. 
More erotic stories may be found at https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www
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