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This work of fiction is for the entertainment of adults in
locations where it is legal. If it is illegal in your location,
don't read it! This work is copyrighted. It may not be reposted
or archived anywhere except for the ASSM archive.
Tell me what you liked, or didn't like. Please!
E-mail address: tradesjackofall@hotmail.com
My stories can be found at my website: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/j/wwwoat
or http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Jack_of_all_Trades/
Copyright 2000 by Jack of all Trades, except for the vignettes
which are copyrighted by their individual authors.
If you've been reading ASSD lately, you are aware that a large
flame-war has been going on regarding author's copyrights and
the illegal archiving of stories. I was sitting at work
yesterday reviewing a client's file when an idea for a funny
story dealing with this topic hit me. No, the topic is not
funny, it's serious, but the way I imagined it was funny. I
dashed home after work and jumped right in.
First off, the characters in this story may or may not do the
sort of things described. I have no way of knowing, and no one
should assume they actually behave in this fashion. Secondly,
you need to suspend reality in some of the technical aspects. To
my knowledge an ISP cannot delete a story currently in your
cache, then again, maybe it can. I made up the names of
websites, so I'd advise you NOT to click on the links. It will
get you nowhere. On the other hand, if the sites actually do
exist, I apologize for making disparaging remarks about them.
And finally, I have no clue if there are stories on such sites
that are in violation of copyright.
My thanks to the talented bunch of writers who graciously
allowed me to use their works. I had the idea, they had the
stories that brought it to life. All story vignettes that appear
here are used with the permission of their respective author.
My sincere and devoted thanks to Ruthie, Expert Editor, for her
incontestable skills and for putting up with my warped sense of
humor. She never fails to find a way to make my stories better.
She gets a portion of my penny if this ever works out.
CASH-ing Out
It all started with an innocent posting on ASSD. Someone saw an
author's story posted on someone else's archive site in
violation of the story's header. It was the proverbial straw
that broke the camel's back. Authors banded together to protest
the latest outrage and the archiver pulled the story from the
site. Emboldened by this success, the band stayed together and
targeted another site. This archiver proved to be more
recalcitrant and the authors became increasingly frustrated as
the archiver jumped from site to site, taking his illegal copies
of stories with him. One author knew someone who worked at the
Justice Department and asked for help in pursuing this rogue
archiver. What started as a small snowflake quickly grew into an
avalanche as the Justice Department wielded its big stick.
The problem and the solution affected many people across the
country - nay, the world - in too many ways to mention. Not only
too many ways, but too many private ways. You know what I mean.
Herewith, their stories.
-----
Bill Simpson worked for the Texas Department of Transportation.
Contrary to the public's perception of a DOT worker, he didn't
spend his days leaning on a shovel. He was tired from patching a
stretch of road outside Austin, hot from the relentless sun that
beat down on him as he worked, and horny from the constant
parade of 5' 7", unbelievably well-endowed women who drove by
him in convertibles as he worked.
Bill sighed as he stepped inside his apartment and the cool air
washed over him. He walked to the bedroom, pulling his shirt off
as he went, tossed it on the bed, and then sat on the bed and
unlaced his work boots. He stood up and stripped off the rest of
his clothing. He took a shower and let out an audible groan of
relief as the cool water washed over him. The shower revived and
cooled him. With two of his immediate needs met, it was time to
deal with the third.
He could go trolling for women at a nightclub, but his record
there was spotty at best and he didn't feel like investing the
time and effort to find a woman and woo her back to his
apartment. He decided to take matters in hand and sat naked in
front of his computer. He turned it on and started his web
browser. Bill knew just the site he was in the mood for,
www.hotlesbiansexstories.com. The stories there were
unbelievable, just the thought of reading about two women
licking each other to climax had his cock hardening. He clicked
past the annoying advertising banners until he got into the
story index. Whoa, a story by Katie McN, yeah, she always writes
about hot 5' 7" babes, I've got to read this. Bill stroked his
meat as he paged through the story until he got to what he
considered was the good part.
From "Country Club Dance" by Katie McN
I kissed and licked and bit all around her love box. My
tongue went up and down her slit, starting at the clit and
going all the way to her asshole. I liked that trip so much
I did it a couple more times. My, my, what was that loud
sound?
My tongue pressed on her pussy just like I was planning on
really slipping it inside her. But, just when she got her
hopes up, I moved off to her incredible thighs and had a
great time touching, kissing and licking those two wonders.
She seemed to be moaning full time now. Kind of music to my
ears.
Usually she can't take this sort of treatment for very long
and just tells me to get to it. For some reason though, I
was the one who gave in first this time. I started licking
on her clit until I could feel that she was really getting
there. I put my mouth over her little love button and sucked
it into my mouth. I held it prisoner for awhile as I sucked
and squeezed it with my mouth. Then my tongue slid into her
hot box, and I started exploring and sampling her sugar
walled cave. I can't get over how good she tastes.
I felt her arm moving under my leg. She was trying to pull
me over her so she could get at my pussy. I played stupid
for a minute and pretended I didn't know what she wanted.
My, that girl is strong. She pulled my leg right over her
head. I straddled her face in a way that gave her easy
access to the hottest part of my body.
Her hands grabbed on to my hips and pulled back. She was
holding me real tight when her tongue just bust into my
pussy like a rocket. Guess both of us know how to make those
interesting sounds. I was wet and real ready for her attack.
She was so good at this, it was hard for me to believe that
she had only been doing it for a little more than a week.
Guess some things just come naturally.
Oh, God, this is great stuff, Bill thought, I can feel it
coming. Man, can Katie McN write a sex scene. Just then his
computer beeped and the story disappeared from his screen,
replaced by the words, "The story you were reading was
determined to be on this site in violation of the author's
copyright. It has been removed from this site and purged from
your cache. We apologize for any inconvenience this has caused."
"Inconvenience!" Bill shouted at his computer as his erection
wilted. "Jesus Christ, there ought to be a goddamn law to
prevent shit like this!"
-----
The Prime Minister of Australia, John Howard, whom everyone
called Little Johnny Howard (and he didn't like it one bit, not
one bit at all), was in the mood for love. He took off his thick
glasses and sat them on the nightstand. He slid under the covers
and nestled against his wife's back, his hand softly stroking
her shoulder and arm. His wife sighed, "Not tonight, Johnny, I'm
not up to it." John sighed. Well he was up to it and knew he
wouldn't be able to sleep unless he did something about what was
up. He slid out of bed, put his glasses back on, and went to his
study. He turned on the computer and logged onto the Internet.
Ah well, it wasn't a total loss. His wife hadn't been "up to it"
for some time. As a result he had explored the Internet and
discovered a site with stories that could keep a man "up to it"
for a long time. He typed the address for the site in his
browser, www.hottestsexstoriesever.com. The Yanks might not be
good for much, but they did have great story sites.
He clicked his way through the advertising banners. Leave it to
the Yanks to find some annoying way to make money. He clicked
past the last banner, glancing at it as it disappeared. Holy
shit, was that sheila really sucking two dicks at once? Too
late, he was already past the picture and into the stories. He
found one by an Aussie writer called DrSpin, and his hand fisted
his smallish cock as he began to read.
From "Shoulder Straps" by DrSpin
Interesting. "So I can do anything to you. Anything I want."
She stood with her eyes closed. She did not respond. "I'm
waiting for an answer," I said gently.
She opened her eyes. "I didn't know it was a question."
More interesting. No need to linger. As quickly as possible
I shed my trousers and shorts. She looked down at my erect
shaft, then back to me. Her eyes were large and her face
expressionless. I closed on her and she lifted her arms and
placed them loosely around my neck. Using my hand as a
guide, I positioned against her entrance. She was slick,
ready. I pushed in smoothly and easily, bending my knees for
leverage. She murmured and put her head on my shoulder. I
linked my hands under her buttocks, lifted her off the
ground and buried myself deeply in her. She held on tight,
her breasts crushed against my chest. "This is so bad," she
whispered.
I carried her out of the kitchen and back to the couch where
I had been sleeping. Carefully I placed her down on her back
and pressed firmly into her. "This is very bad," she
whispered. "And no condom."
I pulled partly out of her but rammed back hard and she
groaned softly. "It is definitely bad," I said. "Your
husband's asleep, your child's asleep and you're out here
fucking a man you barely know. That is definitely bad."
Her breath was coming in pants. "Yes," she whispered.
"Jack could arrive any minute and find us." Push.
"Yes."
"And no condom." Push.
"No."
"And there won't be a condom." Push.
"No."
"You don't want a condom." Push.
"No."
"You might get pregnant." Push.
"No. Yes. Maybe."
"But you still want it hard and fast." Push. She didn't
answer and I stopped. She gripped me by the shoulders.
"Yes," she hissed at me.
It was hard and fast, sloshily noisy. Slam more than push.
She clutched, wriggled and gurgled. She seemed quashed,
exhausted. "God, what have I done," she said.
That's the boy, DrS, show them Yanks how to write a proper sex
story, Johnny Howard thought as he approached orgasm. His screen
went blank, the story disappeared and was replaced by a short
message. He blinked owlishly behind his thick glasses as he
read, "The story you were reading has been deleted from the
server and your cache. Don't blame us, the fucking Justice
Department made us do it. Complain to them, not us."
That tears it, John Howard thought, those fucking Yanks have
gone entirely too far this time.
-----
Ellen Degeneres was lonely in the mansion she shared with Anne
Heche in Beverly Hills. God, she missed Anne when she was on
location. She longed to hold her in her arms, to caress her soft
skin, run her fingers through her hair. Just thinking about Anne
was making her hot. She closed her eyes and imagined Anne, the
soft fullness of her breasts, her jutting nipples. A wicked
smile played across Ellen's face. She was in the mood for it,
that one scene from "Savant" by Deana Johns. She was Andrea, and
sweet Anne was Cindy. God, the thought of teasing Anne, holding
her on edge had Ellen so wet and excited. She went to her
computer and logged on to www.woman2womansex.com. While she
waited for the site to come up, she stripped off her jeans and
panties, sat back in the chair, her legs splayed, with fingers
softly stroking the lips of her pussy. "Damn banners," she
complained out loud, as she quickly clicked past them to get to
the stories. She found the story, and clicked on it, paging
through the opening chapters until she got where she wanted to
be. Her fingers slid inside her vagina, her thumb toyed with her
clitoris as she read.
From "Savant" by Deana Johns
This was totally different than what Cindy had been
expecting. A departure from the two alternatives that Andrea
usually chose at that point. Which was either driving
several fingers hard into her ass, or just rubbing the
outside while she stroked her to orgasm. Cindy's breath
stayed caught in her suspense. What was Andrea doing? She
seldom ever licked Cindy's pussy unless Cindy first begged
her to, several times. But now she was on a collision course
with that destination. At the same time she was being gentle
with Cindy's backside. The confusion turned into spice as
Cindy's passion flared.
Andrea had a little finger inside her anus, two fingers
inside her pussy which sought out and excited her G-spot and
more fingers bracketing her clitoris as her tongue descended
onto it.
Cindy went wild. Her body began to thrash about as her lungs
emptied in a massive cry of orgasm. Andrea was just getting
started. She adroitly followed Cindy's hip movements and
once she settled again quickly moved her back to the edge.
There she held her. . . . and held her. . . . and held her.
Each time pumping up the next orgasm a little bit more.
Just when Cindy began to think that this was a new form of
cruelty, Andrea tripped her over the edge with an all out
attack upon all three points of stimulation. Cindy felt like
she'd been hit by a bus as the massive convulsion...
"Jesus, that part always gets to me," Ellen moaned as she
approached her orgasm. Sweet, innocent Anne, teasing her to
distraction, then sending her soaring. Her computer beeped and
Ellen interrupted her daydream to look at the screen. What she
saw shocked her, and her fingers froze in mid-stroke. "This
story was determined to be on this website illegally. It has
been deleted from the website and your cache at the request of
the author."
"Aw, shit," Ellen groaned. "It isn't bad enough they cancelled my
show because I came out of the closet. Now they take away my
story. Somebody, somewhere is going to answer for this."
-------
Former Senator Bob Dole swallowed the little blue pill, then sat
back and waited. Liddy had been out of town for weeks, and
sometimes a man has needs that must be met. Dole knew he needed
relief. He had recently discovered that the Internet was full of
stories, wonderful stories, for a man to use to obtain his
release. He turned on his computer and dialed in to the
Internet. He typed in his favorite story site
www.hotandheavystories.com and waited for the site to appear. He
could feel the Viagra kicking in as his penis hardened. He
rapidly clicked his way past the banner ads, and found a story
by his favorite author, John Jameson, a son of the mid-west. His
good hand unlimbered his cock and started stroking as he read.
From "Ginger" by John Jameson
I caressed her with my fingers and licked up and down the
length of her slit, my tongue occasionally brushing over her
clit but not really attacking it directly. Ginger's long
legs slid over my shoulders, and her heels began to move
against the muscles of my back as she spread her legs wider
the more I licked and nuzzled her sweet pussy. Gently easing
the index and middle fingers of my right hand inside her, I
glided my tongue upward and began to lightly tease her clit,
bouncing the hard little nub on the tip of my tongue. I
heard her gasp again, and her pussy clamped down on my
fingers. She shuddered and stiffened, then began to thrash
about as her first orgasm washed over her so that I had to
hold tight to her hips in order to keep my tongue on target.
"Oh, shit! Oh, God, that's so fucking good!" she cried out.
"Yes, baby, right there! Oh, GOD!" Her nails dug into my
scalp as she pulled my willing face closer to her crotch.
"Fuck yes! Oh, baby, just keep doing that!"
As I felt the spasms inside her slowing, I removed my
fingers from her cunt and began to thrust my tongue in and
out of her hot, flowing pussy. My slick fingers brushed
against either side of her clit, and within a couple of
minutes, she was crying out again and drumming her heels on
my back. I kept alternating my tongue and fingers on various
parts of her pussy until she finally let her legs slide from
my shoulders and pushed me away weakly.
"Oh, baby, I'm getting too sensitive--I can't take any more
for now," she murmured hoarsely.
I slowed, my tongue and jaw nearly numb, though I was
reluctant to leave the taste and scent of her. My face was
drenched with her juices, and I rested my head on her thigh,
smiling up at her. In a minute, still breathing raggedly,
she smiled back down at me with her eyes shining brightly.
"I've never come like that before," she whispered. "It was
like being on a roller coaster that didn't end." Ginger
slipped her arms around my waist as I slid up her body and
stretched out beside her. All of this time going down on her
had given me one of those hard-ons that feel like they'll
never go away; although, I knew from the feeling of her
strong, slender fingers, which encompassed it and stroked it
gently, that I was far from numb. I wanted to look into her
eyes when she came again, and I told her so.
"More? You really think I can come again so soon after
that?"
"There's only one sure way to find out, isn't there? The
only question is if you want the top or the bottom. I don't
care as long as I get to watch that beautiful face."
Ginger's only answer was to roll over and squat over me,
slowly lowering her hips until I could feel the head of my
cock nestled between the slick inner lips of her cunt. She
reached down with one hand until she got the alignment she
wanted, then stared into my eyes as she braced her hands on
my chest and slowly sank down on my cock, letting the
swollen head feel every little ripple inside her as she
engulfed me in her heat. My hands reached up and cradled her
marvelous breasts, my fingers delicately attacking her erect
nipples. The only points of contact between us as she began
sliding slowly up and down my rigid length were my hands on
her tits, hers on my chest, and that wonderful friction of
my hard cock sliding in and out of her very wet, willing
pussy.
"Jesus, I love this story," Bob Dole moaned as he approached
climax. He was getting to the best part now. He concentrated on
the screen just as his computer beeped and the screen went
blank, except for a message that read, "Due to a notification
from the Department of Justice, we have determined that this
story was archived illegally on this site. The story has been
deleted from the site and purged from your cache. We regret
having to comply with this policy."
"Oh no," Dole groaned, "what has that stupid bitch of an Attorney
General done now?"
-----
Congresswoman Mary Bono sighed as she walked through the door of
her Georgetown residence. It had been a long day of committee
meetings and roll call votes. The actual legislation that got
passed wouldn't amount to a hill of beans once the Senate got
hold of it. It was so damn frustrating, how did Sonny ever put
up with it, she mused. She went upstairs and changed out of her
clothes into a nightshirt. She turned off the light, and got
into bed. Visions of Sonny played through her mind. She missed
him so, missed his touch, his crooked smile. She had tried to
find solace in other men, but none moved her like Sonny did.
Well one did, but he wasn't real, just a figment of some guy's
imagination. The imaginary man was so sweet and loving, and oh,
did he know how to love a woman. She couldn't sleep, so she went
downstairs to her computer and logged onto a story site she had
discovered inadvertently, www.sexandlove.com. She clicked past
the lewd banners, then clicked on the story "Adoration" by Jack
of all Trades. She felt herself getting wet, ready for her
fingers, as she scrolled through the story to her favorite part.
From "Adoration" by Jack of all Trades
I bent to her chest, softly caressing her nipple with my
tongue. Sam moaned softly and arched her back, pressing her
breast tightly to my lips. I sucked the nipple between my
lips, worried the tip with my tongue. Her legs parted
further and my fingers traced the lips of her sex. I
released her nipple, planting small sucking kisses all
around it. I kissed my way between her breasts, across her
stomach. My tongue traced the edges of her navel and I could
feel her stomach muscles rippling in response to the
tickling sensation.
I kissed further down, my tongue toying with her pubic hair.
When I reached her slit I ran my tongue along the folds,
savoring the glistening nectar nestled there. I slid down
her body, ducking under her leg and kissing the lips of her
sex. Sam parted her legs, resting them on my shoulders. My
tongue traced her outer lips, teasing them open. My thumbs
parted her, exposing her inner lips as I greedily lapped the
juices flowing from them. I heard her soft moans as her hips
bucked gently, almost imperceptibly against my face. My
tongue darted between her lips to flutter inside her. Her
breathing became more rapid, her fingers stroked lightly
through my hair.
I slid my tongue out of her and traced her lips again. I
licked upward searching out her clit. Sam gasped as I slid
over it. My tongue ran lazy circles around it and I slid two
fingers slowly into her depths. Her hips arched and she
groaned loudly as they slid into her fully. I pumped my
fingers in and out slowly while I lapped around her clit.
When I felt her tensing I backed off slightly, keeping her
climbing but denying a quick release. I slid my fingers
fully inside her and waited, waited, then sucked her clit
into my mouth. Her hips bucked wildly, searching for the
last little stimulus needed to send her crashing into
orgasm. I held her there, keeping the suction but not
touching her clit, my fingers fully buried inside her.
Her hands fisted my hair as she held me tightly to her sex.
I slowly slid my fingers out of her, her groan deep and
needful. The walls of her sex clasped my fingertips as I
paused for a second more then plunged inside. My tongue
fluttered against her clit at first, then became more active
as her convulsions deepened. Her head thrashed from side to
side, her tongue traced her lips rapidly while Sam rode the
peaks and valleys of her orgasm. When I felt her tremors
slowing I released my suction on her clit, laying my head
softly on her mound. Sam stroked my hair while she caught
her breath.
She tugged my hair softly. I looked up at her. Her eyes
glistened slightly. "Make love to me," she whispered.
I got to my knees and nestled my cock between her lips. I
slid slowly inside her, watching her eyes cloud with passion
as I pressed forward until our hips merged. I ground against
her, then slowly retreated and slid back in. Her hands
played with my chest, stroking my nipples to hardness as I
slid in and out of her. She locked her hands around my head
and pulled her lips up to mine. Her mouth parted and her
tongue shot into mine, searching for my tongue, wrestling it
into submission. She broke the kiss, gasping for breath.
"Make me a baby," she moaned into my ear. I felt her
convulsing around me and the orgasm I thought was so far
away poured through me as I came with her. I collapsed onto
her. Holding her tightly I rolled over to my back, holding
her to my chest.
"Oh, oh God, I love that man, oh, Sonny, Eric..." Mary Bono's
computer beeped and her fingers stopped, just a few strokes from
release. Her eyes widened in surprise as she read the message.
"We regret to inform you that the story you were reading was
archived illegally on this site. We have purged the story from
the site and your cache per the instructions of the US
Department of Justice.
"Oh, God," Mary moaned in frustration, "Janet Reno better have a
damn good explanation for this."
-----
Bill Clinton sat alone in the oval office. It wasn't like he had
anything much to do these days. His presidency was winding down,
the press was more interested in the campaigns of Al and George
than anything he did. Still it had been a hoot. Being President
certainly had its share of perks, or it did until Monica had to
go and blab to that Tripp woman. Now there was an ugly woman. He
shivered as he pictured Linda's face. Then he thought about
Monica, God, that girl had a sweet mouth. He could feel it
happening again and knew he had to find relief before it
consumed him. He got up and checked the door, then sat back at
the desk. He paged Betty and told her to hold his calls for the
next half hour. He turned to his computer and dialed out to the
web, then he typed in www.stories2blowby.com. It was his
favorite site, all oral sex stories. After all, reading an oral
sex story wasn't reading pornography, since everyone knows that
oral sex isn't really sex at all.
He had to get rid of the DSB (dead sperm buildup) before it
killed him. He didn't care what the doctors at Walter Reed had
told him, everybody back in Arkansas knew that DSB could be
fatal. It wasn't the dead sperm itself that killed you, it was
going out and searching for a means of release that often led to
death, usually at the hand of a vengeful husband who caught you
in the sack with his woman. Christ, DSB damn near ruined his
presidency. He was lucky the Republicans didn't have a few more
senators on their side. He wouldn't be in this position if
Hillary hadn't cut him off, but she had, and now he needed to do
something to relieve the ache in his balls.
He clicked through the ads, the damn things were an annoyance,
and if he wouldn't have to explain how he knew about the damn
things so intimately, he'd propose legislation to get rid of
them. He searched through the directory for a story he hadn't
read before. Hmmm, "Heat" by E.Z. Riter, sounds interesting, he
thought as he clicked on it. His hand opened the zipper of his
pants and fished out his rapidly expanding cock.
From "Heat" by E.Z. Riter
She looks up at me, her eyes excited and seductive. With a
lascivious grin, she purses her lips and lowers them against
the head of my cock. Slowly, her pressured lips slide down
his shaft, her tongue rhythmically flicking his underside in
butterfly strokes, until he touches the back of her throat.
She sucks, applying a vacuum, then presses her tongue hard
into him, slowly pulling back until only his head remains.
She suckles as her long, delicate fingers circle his shaft
with gentle presence, stroking him with pointed nails. She
dislodges his head with a popping sound. Big, gorgeous eyes
under dark lashes warm me, as a smile turns the corner of
her lip.
She holds him in her left hand. Her right hand tickles my
ball sac as she licks his underside like a lollipop. Her
long hair spreads out around her, caressing my bare legs.
Her full lips, free of lipstick, are the color of her
nipples, a glowing pink with blood engorged purple hue. She
watches my face, smiling, flirting.
"Do you wish me to hurry?"
"No. Slowly."
She kisses him, circling his head with her tongue, pecking
his blind eye as if trying to burrow there. Wide mouthed,
she inhales, cooling his head with a tantalizing breeze.
Teeth under closed lips, taking him until again he strokes
the back. She closes her eyes and moves, adjusting the angle
of her throat. She swallows. I feel the tightness of her
throat around his head. Fluttering like the gills of a fish,
her throat massages him, then pops him free, her tongue hard
on his underside.
A sweat breaks on my upper lip; I leisurely lick the hot
salt. I cannot focus, creating an angelic glow of softness
around her own integral beauty as she watches me with liquid
and erotic eyes. She smiles around him as I feel her nail
points skim across my perineum and oscillate at my sensitive
anal opening. Electrical shocks fly through me and tiny
spasms move me sensually. Returning the way they came, the
nail points scratch the rear of the ball sac. Her mouth is
suckling him as she gently pulls and releases the sac
sending a wave of heat through my core.
I love seeing a woman with my cock in her mouth, her cheeks
hollow, lips pursed. I love her nestled between my legs,
slurping. I can feel her heat rising, watch her face and
body's subtle, sexual movements, the bloated look of her
face as she cheeks the head allowing her to lick the sides
with her hot, furry tongue. Little sweat will break out
first above her lip demonstrating her effort at pleasing me,
her desire to bring me ecstasy.
My own orgasm approaches.
"Slow it down," I moan.
She sits back, releasing me. She chews on a piece of ice,
chilling her mouth and lips. She takes him again and bites
the crown with her teeth, simultaneously squeezing the ball
sac. I whimper as he deflates slightly before she sucks him
in again. Her mouth is cold, the ice against him so cold it
is hot. I squirm from the chills flashing through me. She
holds him softly in her mouth until the ice dissolves, her
hands meandering aimlessly on my groin. He responds. Again
and again, she caresses and massages with tongue and lips
and hand, tenderly, lovingly, as tension builds.
Jesus F*ing Christ, does this fellow know how to write about a
blowjob, or what? Too bad, I can't give it the Presidential Seal
of Approval, he thought, as his hand slid up and down his
member. Why the hell didn't Monica think of using ice instead of
those damn Altoids. Hell, every time she sucked me off, I
practically had to take a bath to get the menthol off my balls.
His computer beeped, and his eyes widened in surprise. "The
story you were reading has been determined to be on this site in
violation of its copyright. The Justice Department of the United
States has issued a cease and desist order to ISP's that host
sites containing such stories. In compliance with this order, we
have deleted this story from this archive and purged your cache.
Have a nice day!"
"Have a nice day? I don't think so, I want the damn story back,"
POTUS moaned as he punched furtively at the keyboard, but
nothing retrieved the story. He slapped the intercom button on
his phone. "Betty, get me Janet Reno," he thundered.
-----
Janet Reno sat at her desk, two fingers buried deep inside her.
She stared mesmerized at her computer screen and the message
that appeared there. "Due to enforcement action by the Justice
Department of the United States, this story has been removed
from this website, and your cache purged. We don't make the
laws, we obey them, sorry for the inconvenience."
Her phone rang, and she picked it up. "Hello?"
"Please hold for the President," she heard, then a voice
thundered in her ear. "Janet, what the hell are your people up
to now, I was reading a story when I got some message that the
Justice department determined it was illegal."
"It happened to you, too?" she asked without thinking. "I
mean... Sir, the department was approached by a group of writers
who were upset that their copyrights were being ignored. That
falls under our jurisdiction, and my people determined that
their rights were being violated. We issued the cease and desist
order yesterday."
"Take it back, who the hell cares about a bunch of writers of
porn stories. Tell your people to retract the order."
"Sir, with all due respect, we can't do that. These people's
rights are being violated. The Justice Department must enforce
the laws."
"Janet, this is a bad thing, mark my words, this is going to be
worse than Waco."
-----
And so it was. Public outcry forced Congressional action on the
matter, and the House and Senate formed a joint committee.
Wonder of wonders, in just two short weeks, they found a
solution. The President signed the bill into law the next day,
and it was touted as one of the most important acts of his
presidency. The bill established CASH, the Center for Author
Story Honorariums. Internet authors registered their pennames
and stories with CASH. Web sites that displayed the stories had
to remit a fee of $.01 per hit on each such registered story to
CASH. CASH, after deducting administrative costs, remitted the
fee to the registered copyright holder.
The legislation had a profound impact on the sex story writing
community. Some authors actually made it big. Among those:
E.Z. Riter retired on his royalties. It is rumored that he
purchased a residence near Aspen and has been approaching women
and saying, "Do you prefer sirloin or tube steak." Amazingly, he
doesn't get slapped as often as you might think.
John Jameson retired as well, and purchased a parcel of land
adjacent to the University of Missouri's main campus. He
lovingly recreated The Shack, and is rumored to have a soft spot
for any woman named Donna.
DrSpin became inordinately wealthy. He still writes stories
occasionally, when he isn't out searching for the red-shouldered
mangrove warbler. He has spotted the bird numerous times but
some sheila always manages to distract him when he tries to take
a picture.
Katie McN used her royalties to create a private school in
Texas. The admission standards are extremely high. All
applicants must be women, 5' 7" in height, who fuck like minks.
That she consistently has full enrollment speaks volumes for her
skills as school administrator.
Deana Johns gave up writing and went into software development
instead. Her home security package is a top seller, and she was
recently named to Forbes Top 100 Individuals list.
Jack of all Trades wrote this story. However, due to the large
number of writers who actually contributed parts of it, he never
was able to figure out how to register it with CASH. He died
penniless and broken, in front of a computer terminal in a
public library, trying to capture magic in a bottle one last
time.
"Adoration" by Jack of all Trades can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/j/wwwoat/adoration.htm
"Country Club Dance" by Katie McN can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katie_McN/CountryClubDance.txt
"Ginger" by John Jameson can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/John_Jameson/www/Ginger.html
"Heat" by E.Z. Riter can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated
/Year1998/11632.txt
"Savant" by Deana Johns can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Deana_Johns/inprog/savant01.txt
"Shoulder Straps" by DrSpin can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DrSpin/www/Shoulder_Straps.html
End
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Jack of all Trades
E-mail: tradesjackofall@hotmail.com
My stories can be found at my website:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/j/wwwoat
or
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Jack_of_all_Trades/
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