Posted by RIpper X on August 01, 2003 at 21:42:57:
Howdy Gentle Reader,
Here is one that has an element that all net fans seem to love, a plot between two internet people!!! And even more, its also Consentual even . . . so don't ever say that I never gave you anything no more! There is only so much abuse that one person can take, ya know.
Enjoy!
-RIP
It had been a few years since Cerberus had enjoyed the first time thrill of posting an erotic story on the web. He winced now as he recalled the crude images and minimal plot of that first writing. He had enjoyed writing the story but still nothing had prepared him for the wonderful, slightly nervous feeling as he had posted, by e-mail, his first work. It had been simple enough; A test message to test the nom de plume he had chosen, then the posting itself.
He had been convinced for days afterward that all of his colleagues had read the story and quickly seen through the pseudonym he had used, simply waiting to reveal to him their knowledge with all that that involved. He was also delighted that within hours he received one or two small almost whispered favorable comments on his work amongst the other vacuous abuse that he had expected.
He always tried to answer any reasonable comment with his own thoughts (Often agreeing with his correspondents on style and content). It amused him to think that any one of his stories might be a secret masturbation fantasy of someone he knew or saw in the street.
In spite of many postings he still got a buzz from a completed story posting, and particularly enjoyed sending his work to people who had given him an outline idea and shared some of their erotic longings with him. It was with those feelings of pleasure that he sent his latest tale off to one of his e-mail correspondents.
Mary . . . For that was the name that she had used in her e-mails. Mary had written several short but broadly favorable comments to him regarding his stories. After a period of time her replies had become a little more fulsome and Cerberus had started to build up a mental picture of her. It was a complete delight to him when a mail came through from her asking for a story to be custom written for her pleasure.
He had read and re-read the description of the story she wanted, noting with some satisfaction that she referred to his other stories when describing what she liked . . . "Please let her be humiliated, like Sandy in ‘Treetops'", For example. Cerberus was pleased that someone should incorporate his tales into their own erotic lexicon, he had commenced writing shortly afterwards.
As usual it had taken him longer than expected, a frantic business life coupled with a few jaded moments with the story meant that it was nearly a month between the initial request by Mary, and the finished story being sent to her. He posted it off with a small smile of pleasure, trying to imagine the sort of person who "Mary" was. He fantasized her arriving at her home . . . Was it a small modern apartment? He imagined her logging on, seeing that she had mail, and most of all he imagined her reading the story. He saw in his mind's eye, her hand straying onto a denim clad crotch before almost absent-mindedly sliding the zipper down to allow her hand to slip into her pants.
He imagined her rocking gently in her seat with her hand now inside her cotton pants, slowly . . . Yes, slowly massaging the moistened and sensitive skin that they touched. He hardly dared hope yet somehow believed that she would find herself moving from an almost reflex self-caress, to a firmer and participating masturbation. His fertile mind showed him the scene and it provided him with a firm and satisfying hard-on. This in itself wasn't unusual. After all one of the reasons he wrote was to please himself. But somehow today he felt very strongly that his imagined images of Mary softly and erotically climaxing to his story was really happening.
To his own surprise he undid his fly and released the pressure on his trouser confined prick. His hand touched the shaft of his hardened cock, sending wonderful wavelets of pleasure through his head. Still bemused at the highly erotic tableau his mind was creating of the screen-mesmerized, masturbating Mary, he encircled the girth & began to slowly stroke himself.
‘Do I really want to do this?' He thought idly before returning in his minds eye to the wonderful secret sights, tiny noises, and soft perfumes of his fantasy masturbatee.
He could not remember when the urge to pleasure himself in front of his screen had been so intense, so . . . urgent, but Cerberus suddenly felt the minutest twinge of self-consciousness. He would probably stop then, had not there been the tiny soft bleep from his PC with a small message, 'INCOMING MAIL'.
He knew it would be from her, she had read it, she had just . . . The thought took him over the edge into his own climax and a few rapid short strokes found his sperm jumping in clumsy white blobs from the tip of his penis, accompanied by the deep rapid breaths of a truly satisfying orgasm.
‘Fucking hell that was Good,' he thought before turning his attention to the remarkably copious amounts of ejaculate that had recklessly spattered on his shirt, pants, and his belly. Standing awkwardly he moved to his bedroom undressed and entered the shower.
He was five minutes into his hot relaxing wash before he realized that he had not read the e-mail that had triggered his cum. He laughed at himself inwardly. ‘Suppose I came 'cos of an office e-mail' he smiled. After he had toweled himself off, he wandered back to his screen and clicked on the icon that allowed him to read mail.
The message was short & very VERY sweet
Just read your.... my story -Mary
Cerberus,
I have just touched myself... my very wet pussy
I have cum like never before
If you are reading this now I have gone to my room to wrap one of my stockings around my neck whilst I masturbate again
Wish you were here!
He read and re-read the message. Feeling the effect of her words in the re-swelling of his cock, causing the towel around his waist to tent like he was a teenager. He had always hoped that the stories he wrote aroused people. He imagined most of the readers were men, and whilst it engaged him to think of the different penises that had been stroked rubbed and pumped to ejaculation by his written words, he was not interested in it sexually.
This was different. The wonderful idea of a woman pleasuring herself not once but a second time, had Cerberus in a kind of rapture. He decided to answer the e-mail almost immediately.
Thank you for sharing your pleasure with me I am genuinely thrilled you liked the story. Be careful with things around your neck in real life! -Cerberus PS: I wish I was there too!!
Mary,
He wondered at his motive for the postscript. Did he really wish he was there? His fully erect organ seemed to answer that question.
He waited by the computer for nearly an hour but there was no reply from Mary.
An e-mail did come in. He excitedly clicked on it only to find that it was some ‘get-rich-quick' crap. Mildly irritated he went downstairs to prepare some food.
It was nearly midnight that he went back upstairs to bed. He nearly didn't bother to check if he had anything from Mary but something in his head made him look.
He was not surprised to see mail (there were three) but he felt his heart rate go up when he saw that one was from her. The subject: "A CHOICE FOR YOU."
Idly wondering what the choice might be, he opened the mail
I have thought a lot about your stories since I read them first. I have thought of virtually nothing since you sent me the recent story. I have a proposal to make. Since you don't know me & I don't know you this might cause offence, if so sorry but here goes . . . My phone number is 619-555-3481 I will stay in all tonight & tomorrow till about 5:00pm when I am planning on going away I would like you to see what your writing does to me. (I hope you would like to see it) If you phone we could perhaps meet up (I think we live in the same time zone at least!) And who knows it might be my turn to give you a thrill. I'm sorry if you are offended or you think I am trying to invade your privacy if you do not reply I will fully understand. Hoping to hear from you,
Cerberus,
-Mary
Cerberus could hardly believe his eyes. He really did pinch himself to be sure he was not dreaming. The pinch hurt! He was awake. He picked up the phone and carefully dialed in the number he had been given. He idly wondered what he would do if an old woman answered the phone or a male voice! He needn't have worried, after about five rings, the phone was answered with a soft sleepy woman's voice.
"Hello?'
"Mary?"
"Yes, this is Mary."
"Um . . . This is Cerberus, I got your e-mail."
"Really? Is it really you?" She asked, here tone changing.
"I'm afraid so." He said lightly
"Don't say that." She said. There was a small tense pause, "Will you come and see me? I think I would be able to turn you on, after all it's only fair. Your stories have done that to me for ages."
Cerberus was still a bit wary; but her enthusiasm sounded real. Her voice conjured up an image of a young attractive woman, he could handle himself.
"What the hell," he said, "I'd love to come and see you."
Twenty-five minutes later he had her address. (A distance of about 100 miles away.) They had agreed to meet the following morning. He went to bed, his mind whirling with excitement and a tiny, ‘What if this is a trap?' Thought.
100 miles away Mary double checked her playroom before going to her own restless bed.
It was almost a complete waste of time for him to go to his bed that night. His mind turned over and over with restless thoughts. Counting down the time, he watched every hour pass on his alarm.
His cock had a mind of its own that night, which made matters worse. Every time he was on the verge of sleep a raging urgent erection would bring him back to wakefulness. He had a strong urge to jerk himself off but disciplined himself, wanting to be fresh and ready for his rendezvous the next day.
A long and restless night was eventually over and he got up; Made himself a strong coffee which he drank unnecessarily fast before finally showering and dressing (nothing too fancy) and got into his car.
As he drove his mind whirled: What if she was a he? What if she was a policewoman? What if she was an old crone? In no time at all he was nearly at the address he had been given. Some strange cautioning voice in his head meant that he did a drive past the front door of the ordinary looking apartment block before parking up several streets away near to some shops, and walked the last few hundred yards.
His heart was beating fast as he came to the apartment building and walked up to the second floor. He tapped on the door (mentally making a note to pretend he was a vacuum cleaner salesman if she looked like a dog!) He heard a light foot fall approaching . . . A pause as the spy-hole was used and then the door opened.
The woman that opened the door was better looking than he could have hoped for. She looked to be in her early twenties, with shoulder length brown glossy hair. She was wearing a pair of close-fitting stonewashed denim pants and a simple pastel cotton shirt that was unable to hide the fact that she was braless. She smiled at him and said in a gently questioning voice, "Cerberus?"
"Er . . . Yes, I guess you are Mary." He replied, thinking he sounded somewhat awkward. She smiled again before telling him to come inside.
They walked into a small neatly furnished living room. Cerberus could smell the fresh coffee that moments later, Mary offered him. As she poured him a cup Cerberus sat down and felt rather awkward. ‘Why was he here?'
He decided to relax, if nothing else Mary was a pretty young woman and he would enjoy her company for a while.
When she re-entered the room, Mary placed the coffee cups down and (standing in front of him) asked skittishly, "Well, what do you think?"
"I think you look great." He said honestly.
"Do I look like the girls in any of your stories?" She asked. Not waiting for his answer she added huskily, "I think I do . . . I hope I do."
Cerberus hesitated as his mind raced to catch up with the situation. Sure he had written erotic stories. And yes. He enjoyed doing it, but he realized he had never spoken face to face with anyone about them in detail. The faces of the willing and unwilling victims of his tales were in his head, and somehow (he now realized) were private.
"I honestly hadn't thought about that." He replied.
"Good," said Mary "In that case I have a lovely surprise for you." She lowered her eyes fractionally, "It isn't just the faces that you must have thought about is it?" Her tone was soft and sexy. Cerberus felt his prick harden in his confining pants. Her gaze fell on the bulge that was appearing.
"Come with me, I have a treat prepared for you." She said with her eyes shining.
With that they got up. Leaving the coffee untouched and moved to what Cerberus expected would be the bedroom.
Mary led, and Cerberus followed her towards the room sensing that she was tense with pent up excitement. He looked appreciatively at her denim clad bottom as they passed through the doorway, imagining what she would look like nude, and beginning to believe that he would soon know. Mary opened the doorway and walked quickly into the room, so that she did not obstruct the view of the room's arrangement and furnishings.
Nothing had prepared Cerberus for what he now saw. The room was softly yet clearly lit. There was a low padded stool, and a small green baize table, but central to the whole room (and the focus of Cerberus' gaze) was a strong steel fitting from which dangled a perfectly tied hangmen's noose.
"Well, what do you think?" Mary asked, her face eager yet quizzical.
Cerberus was genuinely uneasy and got the first tiny thoughts in his head that Mary was not just into a fantasy. He decided to play it safe, "Er . . . I don't know what to say."
Mary smiled a wonderful joyful smile, "I've done this all for you." She said, pointing at the stool on the floor, "This will be ideal for me to bend over when you take and fuck me; I hope anally. I've noticed nearly all your stories the girl has that done."
"If you want to whip or cane me. Like in your first story, and my favorite, The Horsewoman. Well I've got a small martinet, a bamboo cane, and a thin steel rod." She giggled, "I got that from the hardware store. The guy there was saying things like, 'Do you need any screws, and are you hanging a curtain or something?' I know he was trying to help but it was just so . . . so funny."
She paused for breath, still with her eyes shining and her whole demeanor, one of a child on Christmas morning. Cerberus felt his heart rate increasing, 'Shit! This woman just might be crazy!' Ideas of how to extricate himself whirled around in his brain.
Mary continued to describe what she had in her room.
"I've tied the noose myself and used loads of talcum powder on it, so that it doesn't jam. But if you prefer I have got some other things." She said, pointing to the green table which had on it two lengths of rope slightly thinner than the noose that was in place, but also a thin steel wire with a single running ring on it. Mary saw Cerberus' eyes rest on that particular device, "Oh, I thought you might like that . . ."
"It looks so scary." She said in a voice full of girlish innocence. Cerberus who was now quite convinced that Mary needed some kind of help . . . Fast; He struggled for words.
"Mary, that is really dangerous. You mustn't even play with a noose like that.
One small mistake and you could be killed!"
She fixed him with a suddenly serious and very intense look, "Will you hang me Cerberus?'
"Will you fuck me and then hang me? Watching me, as I die on the noose?"
"Please say you will do it . . . I will do anything . . . let you do anything just please, promise me you will act as my executioner."
Cerberus was now genuinely scared, Mary was pleading with him to murder her. The word ‘murder' resonated in his head. In an instant he thought of Police and prison, guilt, and shame. Then worse than that; Fear, and a basic self-preservation. He physically felt his cock as hard as he could ever remember.
"Mary," he started softly and persuasively, "You don't want to die. You don't want me to kill you. You are a healthy (though with regard to her mental state he doubted this) young woman, you have too much to live for!"
She looked devastated. Suddenly, the confident and smiling Mary dissolved into a broken and sobbing wreck, "I . . . (sob) . . . was afraid you would say that," she wept, "You . . . you were my last . . . (sob) . . . my last hope . . ."
He went over to her and drew her into his arms. She felt soft, warm, and vulnerable. To his shame, as he held her, he ran his hands down her back and felt her bottom. Once more, his lusty thoughts were foremost as he hugged her. She looked up and without a preamble, kissed him hard and passionately. Her tear wet cheek touching his, generating an incredible feeling. Like his first early teen touches.
He continued talking, aware of the stilted tone to what he was saying even though he was desperately sincere, "The stories I write are . . . Well they are just that. Stories! I want you to be aroused by them, and to read them over again. I don't want to encourage you to hurt yourself." She seemed to hear this and took her face from his neck to look up into his eyes.
"Would you like to see me naked?" Her directness, once again wrong footed him.
"Yes, of course I would."
"Will you fuck me then?"
"I would love to make love to you, Mary."
"That's not what I asked, will you Fuck me?"
Cerberus smiled, "I want to fuck you . . . That's what I really want to do!'
"Will you whip me first? Will you tie me to that stool and whip my ass till I cry?" She said with such passion and lust.
The idea was so genuinely exciting to him that he quickly blurted out . . . "Yes!"
Mary smiled as if she had achieved a victory.
"So you will hurt me then?" She asked in a coquettish tone, "So why not go all the way?"
"It's different," said Cerberus, "That's why."
"Not for me, it's not." Said Mary stubbornly, "It's what I want!" She added petulantly "Anyway, I don't need you because when you leave I will stand on the stool myself, and do it anyway."
"Please Mary, don't say that."
She walked over to the table and picked up a length of rope, which she looped around her neck.
"Just look at me like this, and tell me you are not aroused by it." She said in a new, suddenly husky voice, starting to unbuttoning her shirt and untucking it from her jeans so that it fell loosely open, exposing her breasts and tummy. She closed her eyes dreamily, gently inclining her head to the side. The edges of her shirt held by her firmly erect nipples so that Cerberus could see her lovely cleavage and half of her dark pink aureoles that capped her breasts.
"'Tell me this doesn't turn you on." She repeated.
Cerberus looked at her languid body.
The smoothness of her tummy.
The swell of her breasts.
Then the single winding of the rope around her throat, it was a fantasy, sure . . . but at that moment with his cock straining in his pants and his mind racing. Mary, her lips parted and her breasts unconfined. The incurve of her waist. And the incredible promise of what lay within her snugly fitting jeans. It was only then that he had the first thought, ‘What if?'