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The whole body-image thing (M+F, hum, cons) 
 by AuryMan (auryman@aol.com)

WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as
a work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way 
suggest or condone similar behavior. If unusual sexual behavior offends 
you, please STOP reading here.

Note: on the other hand, if you like the story, feel free to send me comments
and to ask to be put on my mailling list - I always copy thelist on new stories
I post so you don't have to wade through all this crap in alt.sex.stories.

***

Ron was fuming.

He twirled a cigarette between his fingers, brought it to his mouth and took a
long drag, then held it back a few inches from his face, watching the smoke
curl and drift, heading up toward who knows where.

With a small movement of his lips, he blew a jet of smoke through the middle of
the curling white smoke and watched the two intertwine, fight, and finally
dissapate.

"Shit!"

He slammed his hand down on the desk and stood up.  He crushed the cigarette
out in the ashtray and walked across the room to the telephone.  

One phone call - one angry phone call demanding what he wanted was all it would
take.  Something in the back of his mind was telling him to stop - "everyone
has their limits", "it's a personal thing", "this is going too far".  

Ten minutes later, he was punching Rose's area code and phone number into his
cell phone.  He walked outside, headed for the car, listened to the ringing
tone.

"Hello, this is Rose."

"Rose.  This is me.  I've given some thought to what you said."

She was quiet.

"And I've decided that I want you out here.  I want you out here on Friday
afternoon, the usual flight, and prepared to return home on Sunday night at
your usual time.  There is to be no argument."  He flicked the "END" button and
folded the mouthpiece.  He pushed the phone into his pocket.

There were preparations to be made and he needed to get all of them done before
his wife came home at six.

-----
Bill picked Rose up at the airport.  He stood at gate B6 with a sign that
simply read "O".  It was part of their tradition and Rose recognized it
instantly.

Bill looked at her with hungry eyes.  He'd read Ron's description but was not
prepared for what he saw.  About five-ten, short reddish hair, titties
stretching the front of her tight sweater, nipples that seemed to protrude an
inch through the fabric.  As she walked, the flowing skirt moved easily,
revealing an occasional glimpse of the elastic at the top of her thigh-highs.

Ron had told the truth, this was a 'well-rounded' girl.  Not fat, not
out-of-shape looking, but definitely a big girl.  Somehow, it turned Bill on
even more thinking about her taking that body through the paces Ron had
described in some of his earlier posts to alt.slutgirls.

When Bill finally pulled his eyes away from her huge chest, her face caught his
attention next.  She was wearing cinnamon colored eye shadow and lipstick.  Two
big golden earrings and a small golden nosering.  From each of the earrings
dangled the small golden image of a couple entwined in a 69 position.

He kept switching his gaze from her lips to her eyes.  Her lips were full and
the color made them look so lusty he wanted to leap onto her and kiss her for
hours.  But then he'd look at her eyes.  Hungry eyes.  Eyes that revealed a
mind that needed sex.  Lots of it.

"Sir, are you the driver?"  she asked.  Rose stood before him, eyes down, hands
joined in front of her, holding her small purse.  She was only a foot away, her
nipples threatened to poke him if he moved forward at all.

"Come along,"  he said, barely able to pull his eyes away from her chest.  God,
he wanted to take those titties in his mouth and bite the nipples until she
squealed.

He led her to the car, opened the door for her, then drove to the hotel
downtown Ron had given him the address for.

-----
When Bill swung the door open, Rose stepped inside and saw Ron.  Ron smiled and
swept his arm toward the window.  There were four more men seated, three on the
sofa, one on an armchair.

"Rose, take off your clothes while I introduce my friends."

He stepped toward the door and pushed it closed, slid the dead bolt into place.

Rose looked at him, pleading for some time.  He usually didn't start right
away, and he'd NEVER had other men in the room right at the beginning of a
session.  His cold stare answered her unspoken question and she started to pull
her sweater over her head.

"After our last exchange, I did a lot of thinking.  You were talking about body
image.  About the fact that you wanted to skip this session because you weren't
feeling too good about your appearance."

Rose folded the sweater and placed it on the dresser.  She was getting angry,
he was going to reveal more than he needed to.  It was violating the boundaries
of their friendship.

"And - do you remember? - I made you stop before you told me what it was.  I'm
glad I did.  I really am.  Because, as I came to realize..." he paused and took
a deep breath "...I don't care.  I don't really need to care.  You signed up
with me for one thing and one thing alone - because we felt we could have a lot
of fun seeing each other every 8 weeks, fucking like monkeys, then going back
to our lives.  And you were right.  You've been right for the last 2 years. 
And you're still right."

Rose had undone the cupless support bra he always had her wear when she was
around him.  She threw it on the dresser on top of the sweater.  She listened
carefully.  She realized that he wasn't going to say it in front of the others.
 He didn't know what "it" was.

"Like we've said so many times before - the primary sex organ is the brain," he
continued as he moved closer to her.  "Here, let me help.  Put your hands
behind your neck and spread your legs."

Some of the men leaned forward.  She could almost picture them licking their
chops, waiting for the main course to be served.  She knew that Ron knew that
she knew and it made her hot.

The room was quiet and the sound of the Velco around the waist of her skirt was
like a quiet explosion.  He dropped the skirt to the floor and revealed her
naked cunt and thighs.  She closed her eyes and opened her legs further as he
began to pet the clean-shaved cunt lips gently.

"So, as I was saying, I really don't need to know what it is you don't like
about your body.  Maybe you think your titties are too small.  Or too big. 
Maybe you think you want longer hair.  Or a different nose.  It doesn't matter
to me.  What matters is... this..." he rubbed the tip of his finger around her
clit and listened to her sharp intake of breath, "...and this..." he slid a
finger roughly inside her pussy and again she gasped "...and this."  He pushed
his finger into her mouth and let her lick the juices from it.

"You know -- and most of the guys in this room can vouch for it -- one of the
things that pisses us off most is that shit where the wife says "Honey, I'd
love to dress like that for you, but I don't like my body."  I can get that
shit at home -- I don't expect it from you.  Capish?"

She knew he was right.  Her resistance had melted as soon as she got on the
plane.  All the way across the country on the plane, she'd had nothing but
fuck-thoughts.  All of the insecurities and self-doubts she'd felt at home,
felt when reading his mail, felt during their chats, it was all gone.  When she
was on his turf, she was purely the slut - the sex toy - she always dreamed of
being.

"So, now that we're clear on why you're here, there's another thing I need to
explain."  He turned to the man sitting in the arm chair as if addressing him
directly.  "You see, Rose -- when I asked her what time she would be arriving
for this session -- told me she didn't want to come.  Told me that she was
feeling badly about presenting herself to me.  Told me that she wanted to put
it off for a few weeks."

Ron signalled for the man to get up out of the chair.  He did and Ron sat down.
 Then, he motioned for Rose to drop to her knees.  She looked around the room,
watched the men watch her as she knelt down.  Ron signalled for her to walk
across the room on her knees until she was positioned right in front of him.

"Presentation position."

Rose put her hands behind her neck, fingers intetwined, then spread her knees
shoulde width apart.  She leaned her head back slightly, opened her mouth into
an O, closed her eyes, and leaned back slightly to thrust her tits high into
the air.

"Now, what I've figured out is that she needs to be reminded that this is about
obedience.  Surrender.  Listening to and following every command that is given.
 No hestitation.  No second thoughts.  It's what the entire game is build on. 
For example...Rose, shake your boobies for me."

He knew she hated this.  It made her feel like she was working the runway at a
sleazy topless club.  As she shook her large breasts from side to side, she
felt the familiar combination of anger and lust starting to grow in the bottom
of her stomach.

"Good.  Now, start fucking with your hips.  Back and forth, you know what I
like."  And she did know.  She started making the fucking motions, first slowly
up and down, then moving forward and back at the same time, like she was riding
a long, long cock and enjoying every second of it.

"Good.  Keep it up." 

Ron motioned for one of the men to go to the telephone.  He did, picked up the
receiver, and punched in four digits.  Rose heard him say "OK, you can come in
now."  She knew not to turn her head - Ron was staring into her eyes and she
knew better than to break contact.  She continued fucking the air while she
heard a knock at the door.

The door opened and she listened in panic to try and determine who had come in.
 She heard quiet voices across the room, but couldn't make out who it was.

Ron broke eye contact and looked up.  "Ah, Melissa.  Come on over here."

A tall blonde woman came into Rose's line of sight.  She stopped moving her
hips and breasts, and Ron slapped her across the bottom.  She started grinding
away again.

"Jesus, what is this?" Melissa asked.

"Just another toy we're going to play with tonight.  Now, I have to admit I
didn't tell you everything on the phone but I knew you'd be OK with it when you
got here.  There's extra money in it for you if you just go along with what I
tell you, got it?"

Melissa smiled at Ron.  Rose felt a wave of jealousy and anger.  They obviously
knew each other - and well.  She knew she wasn't the only one in his life, but
she never thought he'd throw that in her face.  It crossed her mind to get up
and leave, but the pulsing between her legs got the better of her.  She knew
that whatever he'd come up with she'd love.

"Would you like a drink?" Ron asked Melissa.  She nodded.  He walked to the
hotel fridge and opened a bottle of champagne.  The cork flew across the room,
landing between two of the men on the couch.  They laughed.

Ron poured a tall flute full for Melissa.  "Why don't you go ahead and get
naked.  We want to get things started.  Some of these boys have to get home..."

Melissa stripped down to a red thong and her heels.  Everyone admired her body
- she obviously took care of herself.  Tall and lithe, more of a swimmer than a
model.  Not tan, but nobody was complaining.  Some of them stood up, came close
and ran their hands over her body.  She cooed and purred, encouraging them to
feel her titties.  "The real thing," she said proudly.

Rose continued to grind away, her eyes filling with tears now.  This bitch was
getting all the attention she'd come to expect.  She didn't know how close to
the line Ron was going to push her but she was willing to go along a while
long.  Just a little while longer.

As if he were reading her mind, Ron came and knelt in front of her.  He put his
arms around her and pushed his mouth down on hers hard.  His kiss flooded her
with desire - her anger was gone and only lust remained.  Their tongues did
fierce, then gentle battle inside her mouth - his hands travelling to all of
the spots he knew turned her on - the flesh at the inside top of her thighs,
the skin just below her ass cheeks - then her cunt lips and the stiff clit she
always leaned her hips forward to offer him.

He build her up quickly - knew all of the buttons to push - then whispered to
her that it was OK to go over the edge.  She rushed and leaped into an orgasm -
let the spasms shake her body, the juices flow onto his hand, the loud moans
and grunts come from her throat.

When he removed his hand from between her legs, she heard clapping all around
the room.  Everyone - including the bitch Melissa - had been watching him put
her through her paces.  She felt another rush of lust - this was EXACTLY what
he knew she wanted and she was helpless again inside his games.

"Not bad, is she?" Ron bragged.  "And imagine, she's going to drink all of your
cum tonight.  Isn't that a wonderful thought?"  He looked around the room.  "I
expected some of this - those wonderful puzzled looks you have.  It's part of
the fun - and this is big fun."

He stroked Rose's head as she leaned against his thigh.

"You're wondering why Melissa is here if Rose is going to take you all on,
aren't you?  Well, you see, Rose was a bad girl, as I explained.  Hesitated.  
Didn't want to come out here and service me.  So, some price must be paid.  

"I'm not into pain, but I am into helping people learn their place - learn who
is in charge and who is not.  So..."

He turned Rose's face upward and let her stare into his eyes.

"That orgasm was it for the weekend.  You are going to service us, we are going
to play with you, you are going to play with yourself, but you are getting back
on the plane unsatisfied.  

"Second, you are going to assist us in fucking Melissa here.  I've always
thought it would be nice to have someone licking my balls while my cock slid in
and out of a nice tight pussy and you're going to help me find out.

"Third, you're going to take the cum after we're done fucking her.  Take the
cum, clean our cocks, and then clean her pussy too.  If she wants to get off,
that is, if one of us gets her going and she wants to finish, you'll provide
that service for her as well."

Rose's eyes were growing wide.  Was she going to let him get away with this? 
If she didn't draw the line, what was next?  Animals?

One of the men interrupted her thoughts.  "I wonder what it would be like if
she were licking Melissa's clit while I fucked her.  Would Melissa be bucking
up and and down and twitching?"

Ron looked at Melissa.  "I know that usually . . . women . . . like you don't
allow that kind of thing, but this is kind of a special case, isn't it?  And
there's an extra hundred in it for you."

She laughed.  "Extra hundred?  IF you want the kind of shit you're talking
about, we're talking an extra hundred EACH!"

"How much for you to lick her?"

"Absolutely no way.  Not some piece of trash slut who'll do the kinds of things
you're talking about.  No fucking way."

"Fair enough," Ron said.  Rose felt a flash of lust hearing him talk about her
like that.  He was her piece of ass to do with as he pleased and they both knew
it.  She never though he'd go this far and never thought she'd get this turned
on about it.

"Hell, I'll do that!" one of the men called out.

"Good enough for me," Ron said.  "Does anyone have any questions?"

"When do we start!?" several of them called out.

Ron gently pulled Rose to her feet.  "Rose, did you bring the condoms and the
lubricant?"

She nodded and looked around for her small purse.  It was nowhere in sight.

"My purse?  Did you see it?"

Bill spoke up.  "I believe we left it in the car.  Oh, too bad."  He smiled a
wide grin.

"Yes, too bad.  Oh well.  Rose, in that top drawer, there is a roll of quarters
and an Xtra large T-shirt.  Why don't you go down to the men's room in the
lobby and buy about a dozen rubbers?"

Ron settled down on the bed and watched with the others as Rose stared at him
dumbfounded.  "I don't think so..."

Ron made a quiet 'tsk, tsk, tsk' sound and she turned back to the dresser. 
When she slid the drawer open, she found a bright red shirt.  She pulled it out
and held it up.  It came down between her crotch and her knees - enough to
cover her if she didn't bend over or move too quickly.  On the front was a
bright pink line drawing of a naked woman on her hands and knees, ass high in
the air, with the saying "So many Men, so Little Time" in bold letters
underneath.

She looked at Ron with panic in her eyes but he didn't give any quarter. 
Nobody in the room spoke as she pulled the shirt over her head and picked up
the roll of quarters.

"Can I have something to carry them back in?"

"You have hands."

She walked to the door, looking at herself in the mirror as she walked.  Her
makeup was still fine, her hair disheveled.  She knew better than to ask for a
brush - they'd gone through that before.  He liked this look.  She ran her
fingers through her hair a few times then walked to the door.

There were so many problems to think about.  Walking to the elevator - hoping
nobody was on it.  Entering the men's room - would anyone see her?  Would there
be someone inside?  How long would it take to feed the quarters into the
machine and buy a dozen rubbers?  Did the hotel even have a machine?  What is
someone walked in?  And what if someone saw her walk out?  Walk out with a
handful of rubbers?

She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a minute.  Maybe she
shouldn't have come?  Maybe she should call it off?  It was just a fuck - six
times a year - just a fuck.  But he was so goddam good.  And there was really
no one else she could imagine filling that space inside of her. 

She walked to the stairway and pushed the door open.  Avoiding the elevator
would reduce at least some of the stress.  When she emerged into the hallway
near the lobby, she saw that there were four or five people in line to check
in, another three or four sitting in the lobby reading or waiting for taxis.

She would have to walk past all of them to get to the men's room.  Rose knew
that trying to sneak across the room was pointless and also knew that most
people would not approach someone who acted calm and confident - like they had
every right to do what they were doing.  She'd been in sales long enough to
know a bluff.  

Taking a deep breath, she strutted her way across the lobby, ignoring several
stares and one woman's snort.  When she got across the room, she turned around
casually.  One man was staring but when her eyes met his, he timidly turned
back to his newspaper.

It was now or never.  There was no way to know if someone was inside, but that
was a risk she had to take.  She darted through the door.

Inside, the men's room was immaculately clean.  She looked at the piles of warm
facecloths near the sinks.  She was tempted to use one on herself, but decided
that wasting time was a bad idea. 

She looked at the machines - aspirin, combs and brushes, Viagra (in a
dispensor?), and a variety of rubbers.  Ribbed, colored, French ticklers.  She
chose a variety and slammed the quarters into the machines as fast as she
could.

After seven or eight purchases, she heard a door open.  Someone had been in a
stall the whole time.  She knew that he'd seen her immediately, the entire wall
of the room was done in mirrors.

She smiled boldly, hoping to scare him off.  He smiled back, calmly washed his
hands in the sink, then dried them on a white towel.  She continued slowly
putting quarters into the machine - not sure at all how to handle this.

He threw the towel into a hamper and walked toward her. 

"Is this part of hotel services?" he asked with a smile.

"Listen, I'm really embarassed - this is a sorority stunt and I feel like an
idiot and please please don't tell anyone..." she lied, letting her eyes fill
up with tears, doing everything she could to sound innocent and small.

"Oh yeah, I've heard of stuff like that.  Well, happy hunting!"

She fell against the wall as soon as he closed the door and left.  It took a
few minutes of trying to calm her breath before she was ready for the long trip
back upstairs.

Rose went to the wash basin and took one of the small towels, wrapped the
rubbers up in it.  She wanted to at least not have anyone see what she was
carrying.

The door opened again.  Two men walked in this time - young toughs in leather
jackets and jeans.  They didn't look like the type she'd expect at this hotel. 
Had Ron arranged something?

"Yo, Tex, check this out!"  one of them said, pointing at the writing on her
shirt.

"Room service!"

They both laughed.

"Yeah, but it costs more than you boys can afford,"  Rose said boldly, pushing
her way past them. The men were too stunned to react and she made it into the
lobby.

Rose's knees were trembling - what else did she need to encounter today?

The trip back up the stairs was uneventful.  Rose knocked at the door and one
of the men opened it.  Inside, several of the men were kissing and fondling
Melissa.  There was a stack of twenty dollar bills on the floor.  Ron was
smoking a cigarette and calmly watching his friends enjoy themselves.

"So, our wayward shopper has returned.  Tell me, did you have any adventures?"

She eyed him suspiciously.  Had he set those encounters up?

"Nothing to speak of," she said.

He nodded.  "Whatever."  He held up a baseball cap.

"Why don't you throw those things in here and we can get started?"

She dropped the handful of prophylatics into the hat and pulled off the
T-shirt.

"Now, Rose, here's your spot."  He set a pillow at the end of the mattress and
had her lay down with her head hanging over the foot of the bed.  

"You're going to be in that position for a long time," he said, then adjusted
the pillow until her neck was comfortable.

"And, the beautiful Melissa.  How are you feeling honey?  Are the juices
flowing?"

"Is the meter running?" she laughed back.

"Come on."  He had Melissa climb onto the bed straddling Rose.  Her face was
between Rose's wide open legs and her cunt was just above Rose's chin.

"Let's see here..." Ron made some adjustments to the way they were situated. 
"I want Rose to have full access to Melissa's hot box and to whoever's balls
are slapping her in the nose.  And Melissa..."  he adjusted Rose's legs,
spreading her knees wide and pushing her ankles closer together "...Melissa
should have a faceful of Rose's pussy."

Melissa objected.  "I don't want to be anywhere near this slut's pussy."  Ron
came around and knelt on the bed in front of her.  "It's part of the deal, so
shut the fuck up, OK?"  His voice went gentle again.  "I'll put something on
her to make her smell nice."  

Ron brought some apple scented edible body lotion and rubbed it all over Rose's
pussy lips and lower belly.  She'd always loved that before - he'd spend hours
licking, reapplying, licking.  As she smelled the scent, she felt herself
getting aroused again.

"OK, boys, numbers from the hat say Sammy's first!"

One of the men who's been sucking Melissa's titties stood up and walked closer.

"How do I work this damn thing?" he laughed.

"First, you put on the goddam rubber!" Ron said.  

"But I'm not hard enough."

"That's Rose's job.  Stick your cock into her mouth and let her get you stiff."

Sammy pushed the head of his limp dick between Rose's lips.  She started
sucking and licking, gasping for breath in between.  Melissa asn't heavy, but
she wasn't used to being underneath someone with her head hanging down.

Sammy's cock responded and soon he pulled out of Rose's mouth and took a rubber
from Ron.  He slid on a bright purple number.  Then, Ron told him to fuck away
at Melissa until he was finished.  And to let Rose know what he wanted - her
tongue on his balls, the base of his shaft, or Melissa's pussy.  

Sammy's balls were slapping her upper lip and nose, occasionally she'd have to
close here eyes to keep the bristly hairs away.

"Rose, honey, let me feel that hot tongue of yours on my ball sack, come on
hon."

Rose opened her mouth and his balls almost flew between her lips.  She licked
his sack, a long slow lick.  

"Oh goddam, that's great!!!" he screamed, fucking Melissa harder.  It took only
five or six minutes before he stiffened and shot his load into the rubber
barrier that protected Melissa's womb from his army of sperm.

Rose opened her mouth wide and let his balls sink in.  Sammy jerked up again -
it felt like another orgasm had come over him.

"Fuck - what did you do??!!!"  he said to Rose.

She smiled.  "I'm the fucking best, and don't forget it."

Sammy pulled his cock out of the whore and started to remove the rubber.

"No, no," Ron said.  "This is where Rose comes in really handy.  Melissa, get
up.  There, now Rose, honey?  Get off the bed and kneel in front of him, dear. 
Take off the rubber, and take it off carefully.  Don't let any drip onto the
carpet."

Rose was puzzled and scared, but complied.  When she had the rubber in her
hand, she looked at Ron.

"Now, lick him until he's satisfied that he's clean."

She held the rubber in one hand and wrapped the other hand around Sammy's ass. 
She licked the sides of his shaft, then took the head in her mouth.  He started
to get stiff again.

"No, Sammy, this isn't a blow job," Ron warned him.  "Just let her get the shit
off of you..."

"OK, I'm fine," Sammy said, more than a little disgruntled. 

"We've got these two all night, man, don't give me that kind of face!"

Sammy smiled and sat down.

"Melissa, do you want to be cleaned up?" Ron asked the call girl on the bed,
who was sipping champagne and kissing another of the men.

"No. I'm fine."

"Ok then.  Rose?"

She looked at him.  

"Rose?  Were you paying attention?"

The room was deadly quiet.  She looked at him again.  "Yes, sir.  Did I miss
something?"

"Drink up, honey.  We have a long night ahead of us."

Rose stared at him for no more than a second, then looked at the half-full
rubber hanging between her fingers.  When she looked back at him, he was
smiling.

"I don't know how you could have missed that.  I said that you would be
drinking their cum tonight.  What did you think I meant?"

Melissa leaned forward.  "This I GOTTA see..."

Ron knelt on the floor beside her and leaned close to her ear.

"Obedience.  Surrender.  No hesitation.  Remember?  Your great fantasy?  To be
controlled - ruled absolutely?  Don't slow down on me now."

Rose looked at the rubber, looked at Ron.  She raised it to her lips and
started squeezing the bottom.  As the warm cum oozed between her lips, she knew
that there was nothing he could tell her that she would not do.  Nothing.

The End.

