Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Sheen's Trip

Hola readers! How is your week going? Longtime readers of this blog probably remember some of my past postings where I wrote some short stories. I like to get a feel for a person and tailor the story for an individual's personal tastes. I spun this particular tale for my pal Sheen V, hopefully he (and the rest of you) likes it!



You can do better than that, the female voice said condescendingly. The sound was sweet, but a little shrill due to the loud speaker system. He couldn't see anything with the bright lights in his face. How long had he been here? He didn't really know, but it felt like an eternity.

Don't I get a phone call or something?

You get nothing, that's what you get.

I have rights.

Not in here you don't, now answer the questions.

All right, the panties are mine, they're mine, is that good enough?

NO it's not good enough. Why would you be carrying panties for yourself, you're a man?

I, you know, I mean...for personal stuff, you know.

No sir, I don't know what you mean.

Look, I don't get it, what's the big deal?

The big deal is, maybe you're not who you say you are. You've already lied at least once. You said the panties were a gift for your girlfriend, but that wasn't true was it. What else might you be lying about?

I just want to get back home from my business trip. You can call my boss, he'll tell you I'm OK.

We tried that number you gave us, there is no answer and no one has replied. Looks like you'll be here a long time. Now tell me what you were doing with all those frilly little panties?

Oh well shit, do I have to spell it out for you? I use them to jack off. I like the silky feeling against my cock.

His voice sounded desperate and angry now.

No need to raise your voice, you look nervous, that's not a good sign. I tend not to believe the nervous ones.

Oh fuck off you bitch!

What did you say? You know I can send you off to holding in a heartbeat and well, let's just say there ain't no coming back from there.

Well fuck, what do I have to do to prove it?!!

There was a long silent pause, then the click on the mic button.

IF you can provide some evidence, we might be inclined to let you go.

Alright, alright, what do you need?

You'll need to demonstrate this fetish for us.

What? Are you people insane?! I'm not going to jack off here!

Would you rather spend the rest of your life in holding? Think about it sir.

Sheen bit his lip, and sat quietly for a moment. No one knew he was here, if he were sent off there'd be no help coming. Fuck it just do what they want, get it over with, he said to himself.

All right, I'll do it, OK, fuck does that make you happy?

This brings me no joy sir, this is merely for security purposes. Bring in the panties.

He heard a steel door open somewhere beyond the lights, the lock clicked solidly open and then again when the door closed. He smelled some soft sweet perfume and a dainty hand reached out holding several pairs of panties. He recognized them immediately as the new ones he'd bought for himself on his trip.

The figure backed away into the light and vanished without saying a word.

Sheen sat there for a moment staring down at the panties in his hands. Last thing he remembered was being stopped by security and led through a side door and down a long, dark, narrow corridor. He thought again about what he was thinking of doing. He was nervous.

Well, what are you waiting for, get to it sir.

I just can't start all of a sudden like that, gimme a minute here.

Time's running out sir, I don't really believe you anyway, maybe we'll ship you off.

No, wait! OK, Ill do it, just gimme a second here.

I'm waiting.

Sheen began to undress, first his shoes and socks, then his shirt and last his pants. He sat on the table in his underwear, his cock was limp.

Looks like maybe you need some help there sir. Sandy, can we get him some help in there?

The figure returned with some hard core porn magazines.

We found these in your bag with the panties.

Sheen began to flip through the pages, but it wasn't helping.

You're going to do this or it's holding. The voice sounded harsher now.

Somehow, that began to turn him on. He felt his cock begin to harden.

Oh, does the little slut need to be told what to do, is that it?

His cock was plumping up, getting hotter.

You cheap little tramp, why don't you show us what a slut you are and jack off with those silky little panties?

He began to stroke his cock with the panties. The sensation sent a shiver through him as his cock became fully erect.

Oooo, that's it, show mommy what a dirty whore you are.

The pictures in the magazine seemed to come to life now with each stroke.

That's it, make a nice cum for mommy.

No, I won't do it, haven't you seen enough?

He heard the door open again, but it didn't close immediately like the last time.

No, we haven't the voice said from somewhere in the room now.

You don't stop until we tell you to stop, you little sissy.

Suddenly two women appeared from the sides and held him down.

Did you think it'd be that easy, that you'd get some cake walk out of here? You little bitch, you don't get to leave here until I'm satisfied you're telling the truth.

Girls, teach the perp a lesson.

A third woman appeared in a skirted uniform. She climbed up on the table lifting her skirt. She straddled his face and lowered her panty covered pussy on his mouth. Sheen pretended to object, but his warm moist tongue lapping her panty crotch told the truth.

No, I won't do it.

You will do it, you'll do it to all of us.

No.

The girl had pulled her panties to the side now and he was licking her pussy while she was stroking his cock with his panties.

It went on for hours, with the girls taking turns having him lick and suck their cunts. He had come close to orgasm many times, but the girls knew just when to stop and had left his poor cock jerking in the air, unable to release it's cum.

The whole time the voice remained behind the lights, unseen, commanding and orchestrating the entire dance of delight.

Now, we'll see if you are telling the truth or not. She stepped forward revealing herself. She was beautiful. Her medium length chestnut colored hair framed her face perfectly. Her pert breasts were held in place by her tighter than regulation uniform.

You, you're the one behind all this? Sheen struggled uselessly against the handcuffs holding his wrists and ankles.

She didn't say a word, just squatted over his face and slowly lowered her pussy to his mouth.

She moaned loudly at the the sensation of his tongue riding up and down her slit.

It didn't take her long before she had a powerful orgasm. She smiled as she ground her hyper sensitive pussy into his face.

As she climbed down from the table, she rubbed against his stiff, still unreleaved cock.

Oh, poor baby wants to cum, she said as she lowered her cherry red lips to it's head and gave it a gentle kiss. As she pulled away, a drop of precum from the tip of his cock formed a string to her lips. She licked it with her tongue, then placed the panties on top of his hard cock.

She faded into the lights and he heard the door open and close.

Then over the loud speaker, I guess you'll have to wait until tomorrow, maybe you'll get to cum then.

Nooooo!!! Please let me cum! Please, I'll do what you want, please!

He pleaded, but there was no answer.

3 comments:

Sheen V said...

Thank you very much for writing this story! Bravo!! I love it!! And now I need some "relief"! Seriously, I really do like and I'm flattered that you took the time to write it. And the picture goes well with it!

Riff Dog said...

Wow! That's a great story! Gotta love "torture" stories. ; )

badside said...

Glad you guys liked it!