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TIFFANY TOP TO BOTTOM MF/f, teen, nc, humil
BY DR. WU
CHAPTER TWO
The usual: This story is for people over 18. If you're under 18, go
away. It is also complete and utter fiction. People behaving like the
characters herein should be punished. It may be posted anywhere that is
free, and may not be posted anywhere that requires a fee.
The background: This is the fifth story in the saga of Tiffany
Daniels, and it will make more sense if you read the others first. The
first four are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org, the Alt Sex Stories Text
Repository, under my name, Doktorwu. This is a free archive and depends
on your donations to keep operating. I do not make a dime off it. I also
do not have the first four, so while I am happy to hear from (and
correspond) with fans, particularly female fans, I don't email earlier
stories.
Finally, remember: With Tiffany, it's not about the fucking, it's
about the mind-fucking.
CHAPTER TWO
THE ONE WITH THE TEENAGE DIRTBAG
About the fourth time Tiffany heard the song blaring out of
Stephanie's bedroom, she went down the hall to investigate. When she
walked in, she found her younger sister dancing in the middle of her
floor, her slender young body gyrating in a frenzy. She wore a tiny
halter top, and even though her tits were small, the cups of the halter
were so small - no bigger than a child's hand - that the flesh bulged out
the top, bottom and sides. A pair of extremely snug denim Daisy Dukes
encased her girly ass.
"What's that song?" Tiffany yelled over the rock music.
Stephanie punched pause on the computer screen music player. "It's
called 'Teenage Dirtbag,' by some band called Wheatus. I downloaded it
off Napster, and I love it!" She punched play on the screen, and the
harmonies of Wheatus filled the room:
"I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby/
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby/
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me!"
Tiffany found herself drawn to the infectious melody, and started
dancing with Stephanie, only a little more sedately. Steph was whirling
and flinging herself around the bedroom in a frenzy.
Finally the song stopped.
"So what's up, sis?" Stephanie asked, plopping her butt on the bed.
"How are things going with your new slave?"
"OK," Tiffany replied.
"What have you had her doing? I haven't seen her naked in the halls
yet."
"Well, yesterday after cheerleading practice, in the locker room, I
made her say in front of all the girls that she was sorry she had said
mean things about me. And I made her get down on her knees and kiss my
ass and beg my forgiveness!" Tiffany's face flushed hot at the memory.
"Bare ass or panties?" Stephanie asked.
"Bare ass."
"Just a peck on the cheek, or did you make her French your asshole?"
"Stephanie! You are so gross! No way I'm gonna tell her to French my
asshole in front of the whole squad! They'd all think I was lez or
something."
"OK, so what else have you done to squash her like the fucking bug she
is?" Stephanie asked.
"Well, I haven't had much of a chance. I'm a senior and Lisa's a
sophomore, so we don't have any classes together. I think she's been
avoiding me. I was thinking of maybe doing something this weekend."
"Jesus Christ, girl!" Stephanie shouted. "I arrange for you to get
served Lisa Bullets on a fucking silver platter, and you're wimping out.
You're pissing away your chance. No classes together? She's avoiding you?
Did that stop Mr. White from using you like a cheap Kleenex last year?"
"No," Tiffany muttered. She was suddenly ashamed of herself, knowing
her younger but far more sophisticated sister scorned her.
"Maybe you're just not cut out to be dominant!" Stephanie spat.
"I am too!" Tiffany shot back. "I am dominant! Look at my position in
the school. I'm the head cheerleader, I'm the star of the drama program,
I'm the most popular and beautiful and richest girl in the senior class!
Doesn't that count for anything?" she pleaded.
"It beats being a loser, sis, but it doesn't have squat to do with
sexual dominance," Stephanie said. "A person can be powerful in real
life, and a total submissive in the bedroom. Let me tell you a story. Mr.
White introduced me to a guy who runs a nightclub just outside of town.
It's sort of a strip club, sort of a house of prostitution, sort of
whatever the guys who pay want it to be and what the girls are up for.
"Snake, that's the guy who owns the club, set me up with this guy
who's a banker in Dallas, president of the biggest bank there. He's one
of the richest guys in Texas, and you know what he wanted when he paid
Snake $1,000 and took me to a hotel room? He wanted me to pee on him!"
"Ewwww, Steph!"
"Hey, it could have been worse, he could have wanted to pee on me. So
he climbed naked into the bathtub and jacked off, and I squatted over him
and peed on him and called him a dirty boy over and over. I split the
grand with Snake. But the point is this guy is so fucking rich he could
hire Britney Spears to sing at his birthday party, and he wants a girl to
pee on him and say he's a dirty boy. He's a sexual submissive."
"I thought you said you were a submissive too," Tiffany said.
"I was, and I am. If I'm really gonna get off, I like to have some
older guy pin me down and fuck me like he was raping me. That makes me
pop like a string of firecrackers. But Mr. White has introduced me to a
whole world of sexual adventures, and some of them pay very well if a
girl is willing to have an open mind. I've got more than $8,000 stuffed
in a shoebox under my bed."
"Steph! My God, you're a hooker!"
"So what? Should I do it for free? People are going to have sex, Tiff.
I'm going to have sex. Why shouldn't I get paid also?"
"So what else do you do at this club?"
"Forget about the club, Tiff. This is about you. My point is that some
people like the banker dude are natural sexual submissives. And I'm
worried that you may be a submissive, too, A bottom, like I told you
before."
"But I don't want to be!" Tiffany wailed. "I want to be a top!"
"You are what you are, sis," Stephanie said. "You may be able to be a
top, I don't know. So far you haven't proven much with Lisa. A true top
would have had that girl crawling naked down the hallways of school
making moo-ing sounds, with a sign on her ass saying "Free Butt Fucks."
Or something like that. An apology doesn't show a very creative mind as a
dominant."
"What should I do, Steph?" the senior cheerleader pleaded. "Can you
help me?"
"Stephanie sighed. "I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby. But I can help
you. Find Lisa tomorrow and tell her you and she are going to the mall on
Saturday. Tell her to be at our house at 12 noon sharp. Tell her to wear
something skimpy and slutty. Be specific. Make her understand that if she
doesn't show up, or she doesn't look like a 15-year-old fucktoy, you're
gonna go to Mr. White and ask that she be raped by a pack of dogs. Or
something."
Tiffany shuddered at the image. Or maybe it was the mention of the
mall. She'd been dragged to a mall once, and publicly humiliated, forced
to show her beautiful breasts in a store full of other people, and worse,
much worse. She felt that familiar tingle going through her young pussy
again. She was getting juicy, and wanted to touch herself.
"I'll do it," Tiffany said.
"Good girl. And I'll help set it up so that you can't fail. I'll call
Snake and have him go along with you and Lisa. When Snake sees Lisa, his
creativity will take over, and poor Lisa Bullets will be begging for the
wild dogs." Stephanie Daniels laughed.
*************************
Tiffany woke up Saturday morning with a sopping wet pussy and a
buzzing in her clit. She'd been dreaming about her boyfriend Hayden, that
they were in bed together and he had suddenly become a wild man. Sweet,
gentle Hayden had suddenly pinned her down and climbed on top, looked
into her eyes and said, "I'm gonna take what's mine, Tiffany. I'm gonna
fuck that sweet little pussy of yours!" And then he had plunged his huge
cock up inside her tight little cunt, over and over, ramming away, his
pubic bone banging against her clit, which was so wet and so begging for
more, and more and more....
She was awake now, and breathing hard, her heart beating in her ears.
Without thinking, her hand stole down under her pajama bottoms and began
to fondle her clit. "Ohhhh, jeeeeez," she moaned softly as the 17-year-
old fondled herself, caressed herself, rubbed herself. Her knees fell to
the sides, her legs splayed wide under the covers, and she rubbed and
rubbed and rubbed until finally the moment came, the orgasm she needed so
badly, and her body stiffened and she bit her lip to keep from screaming
out.
Afterward, it was too much to think about. She was glad the dream was
about Hayden instead of Mr. White or her horrible cousin or some
nameless, faceless man in an alley, because those were the men she
dreamed about sometimes. This was Hayden, the boy she loved. But he was
so rough. So unlike sweet Hayden.
"Tiffany!" Her mother's voice broke through her confused thought-
stream.
"Daddy had to go into the office today, and I've got tennis at 10 and
then lunch with the girls and then some shopping. I'll see you tonight at
dinner!"
"OK, Mom!" She sprang from the bed, aware now that it was Saturday,
the day she would prove that she should be a top, the day she would make
Lisa Boulet grovel like a, like a, well, she didn't know exactly what
grovelled, but whatever. She shrugged and headed for the shower.
At 11:30, the doorbell rang, and by the time Tiff got downstairs,
Stephanie had already opened it. As Tiffany came downstairs into the
foyer, she saw Snake.
He was tall. And dark and scary, she thought. Tiffany took in the man
standing there. He was probably about 30, although Tiffany wasn't too
good at guessing the ages of older guys. Probably 6'2" or 6'3", lean,
muscled. Very muscled. He had black hair pulled back in a ponytail, and
dark eyes. A black T-shirt with the sleeves cut off showed off his
powerful biceps, each of which had a large matching tatoo of a coiled
snake. Black jeans and boots completed the outfit. Even before he spoke
to her, Tiffany could feel his power. It radiated off him like heat from
pavement on a sunny day.
Snake turned his dark eyes on the gorgeous blonde teenager coming down
the stairs to greet him, and smiled. Here was the ultimate male sexual
fantasy, the perfect little sister of the most perfect airbrushed Playboy
Playmate come to full, robust life. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a curvy body,
and tits. Major fuckin' tits, Snake thought. Tiffany's teen breasts stood
out from her chest with a ripe firmness that would disappear in only a
few years. They were stuffed into a tight white blouse, and even though
she was wearing a bra, they bounced as if trying to get free. She wore a
plaid kilt-type skirt that hit her at mid-thigh, and Snake wondered what
color her panties were, and then wondered a few things beyond that.
"Snake, this is Tiffany. Tiffany, this is Snake." Stephanie handled
the introductions.
"Pleased t' meet ya," Snake said, extending a weathered hand. Tiffany
shook it, as if she were at a job interview or something. It was weird,
she thought, shaking hands with a guy who was some sort of pimp or strip
club owner, who was going to go out with her today and try to break the
spirit of Lisa Boulet.
"Hi," she said, and gave him her most dazzling smile.
"God damn, you look good enough to eat," Snake said.
Tiffany shivered with lust, at the thought of Snake eating her.
"Well, buddy boy, she ain't what's for dinner," Stephanie joked, and
the three of them laughed.
"No, I understand the drill," Snake replied. "It's just when I meet a
young lady as fine looking as Tiffany here, well, the old gonads just
sort of go on automatic pilot."
"Well, take 'em off auto pilot, Snake," Stephanie said. "Your target
will be over here in a few minutes. Her name is Lisa Boulet, also known
as Lisa Bullets for reasons you will soon understand. And as I explained,
she's being blackmailed by Mr. White, so you can pretty much do with her
what you want."
"Good old Roger!" Snake crowed. "What a fuckin' perv that dude is! I
can do what I want, huh? How 'bout if I just fuck her up the ass while
the two of you film it with a camcorder?"
"Well, that's certainly not impossible," Stephanie said, "but this is
about establishing Tiffany's dominance over Lisa. I imagine you'll get
some teenage pussy before the day is out, but first the three of you are
going to the mall. Lisa needs to be taken down a few pegs, and there's
nothing like a nice public place to make a girl feel totally humiliated.
Wouldn't you say, Tiffany?"
"Uh, yeah," said Tiffany, knowing what Stephanie was referring to, and
feeling as if someone was twisting a fork in her belly button.
"Why don't we smoke a joint while we wait?" Snake said, as he walked
into the Daniels' living room and pulled a metal cigarette case out of
his hip pocket. "You can sit on my lap, Steph, and we'll talk about the
first thing that pops up!" He laughed, harshly.
"Save it, big boy. I want you to channel your libido into Lisa."
Snake glowered, shut down by both girls. At least for now. The three
sat down in the Daniels' living room, and Snake started in again.
"So Tiffany, Steph here has told me all about you."
The cheerleader blushed, and flashed her eyes at her sister. "Stephie!
What did you tell him?"
"Relax, Tiff. I just told him how you were trying to get revenge on
Lisa, and needed some help in dominating her." Tiffany relaxed; she'd
been worried that Stephanie had told Snake the whole sordid, ugly story
of how she had been blackmailed into a long line of depraved sexual acts.
Snake just smiled. The tension was rising when the doorbell rang
again. Lisa Boulet had arrived.
Once again, Snake raked his eyes over the adolescent girl he was being
introduced to. Shorter than Tiffany, darker, cute but not a raving
beauty. A wicked little body, he thought. As instructed, Lisa had dressed
for excess, wearing a very tight T-shirt that stretched across her young
cupcake breasts. "What are you staring at?" read the words on the shirt.
She wore a pair of very short, very tight shorts made from clingy nylon.
It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, and Snake wondered if she was
wearing panties. He glanced at her crotch, which was mounded out
slightly, but couldn't tell for sure.
His eyes met hers, and he saw there something that made his cock hard:
a challenge. The little minx was meeting him eye to eye, daring him. "Do
your worst," Lisa's eyes seemed to be saying to the older man. "I'm your
equal."
"Lisa, this is Snake," said Stephanie. "He's a friend of Tiffany and
mine, and he's going along today."
"Hey, Snake," Lisa said, cool as could be. "How's it hangin'?" She
grinned.
"Well, it ain't really hangin', Lisa," he shot back. "It's kinda
standing up right now. Would you like to see?" He reached for the zipper
on his jeans.
"That's OK, big boy," Lisa said quickly. "Keep it zipped."
"I think it's time we got something straight, slut," Snake snarled.
"You don't tell me what to do. And you don't tell Tiffany what to do. As
I understand, your principal has you over a barrel. Right now that's a
metaphor, but if you tell me what to do again, it's gonna be the real
thing. I'll find a barrel, and I'll stretch you over it, and I'll dry-
fuck your ass while you scream bloody murder. You got that, you little
piece of shit?"
Lisa stared at Snake, and he stared back. Finally she lowered her
eyes. "I got it."
"Good. Now right off, you call me sir, and you call Tiffany ma'am,
like we were your grandparents or something. When either one of us tells
you to do something, your only response is, "Yes sir" and "Yes ma'am. The
word 'No' or any variation is not in your vocabulary today, missy. You
with me so far? He had stood up while talking and walked over to Lisa.
Because she was so short, he towered over the sophomore girl, his bulk
looming over her.
"Yes sir."
"Good. If you say no, or disobey today, or even make like you don't
want to do something, I'm gonna call my buddy Roger White. He's gonna
turn you over to the cops. That's on Monday. But before he gets you, I'll
take you out to a little place I have. There are a number of guys there
that would love to play games with you. Their favorite game is called
"Guess What's In Your Pussy?" Want to know how it's played, slut?"
Lisa was silent, and Snake continued.
"We get a girl like you, strip her naked, blindfold her, and then hang
her upside down in the middle of the bar by her ankles, with ropes tied
to the ceiling. We spread her legs out as far as they'll go, so she's
like a giant upside-down V, and then we lube up her cunt with some KY
jelly. Then we take turns sticking stuff into her cunt, and she has to
guess what it is. We don't take it out till she guesses right. It might
be a dildo, or a beer bottle, or a guy's fist, or a piece of jagged
glass, or a live mouse. One time, I'll never forget this, one of the sick
bastards stuck the business end of a lit cigarette all the way up inside
some poor fuckin' kid. She was screaming that it was a cigarette, but the
guys wanted to know what brand it was. You know, Marlboro, Merit,
whatever. It went out before she could guess, but she was pretty hoarse
from the screaming by then."
Snake chuckled cruelly.
Lisa Boulet looked pale, and she started to tremble. Tiffany felt
sick to her stomach listening to Snake's description of the sadistic
game, and she wasn't even the one being threatened by it.
"So, you a virgin, slut?" Snake asked Lisa. Her lips were trembling so
bad she could barely answer.
"Yes sir."
"You ever sucked a dick?"
"No sir."
Tiffany was thrilled. This was great! Snake had completely intimidated
Lisa. She wasn't so tough now.
"Well. maybe we'll change both of those facts before the day is over,
and maybe we won't. It all depends on you. Hey, Tiffany!" he yelled,
startling the girl.
"What?" she blurted.
"Before we get going, anything you want Lisa to do here at the house?"
Tiffany hesitated. "Yeah," she said. "Kiss my ass."
"Yes, ma'am," Lisa answered.
"But this time, I want you to kiss it like you mean it. I want you to
kiss my asshole." Tiffany thrilled at giving a command, at the power. She
dropped her skirt and her panties and turned around, presenting her pert
little butt to Lisa Boulet.
In seconds, she felt a mouth at her anus, felt Lisa's obedient lips
there. She reached back with her hands and pulled her cheeks apart.
"Use your tongue. French me," Tiffany commanded. And there it was,
warm and soft and so so wet, Lisa Boulet's tongue, slithering up Tiffany
Daniels' rectum.
"Give it a really good, deep workout, slut!" Tiffany barked. "Don't
stop till I tell you to."
The sophomore worked her tongue in and out and around of Tiffany's
bunghole, which was soon dripping with the girl's spit. Even though she
knew she wasn't even a teeny bit gay, it felt incredibly good to have her
ass rimmed like this. Her clit rumbled and trembled, and her nipples
began to poke up in excitation.
"That's good, Lisa. You can stop."
"Yes, ma'am."
Snake spoke up. "God damn this is gonna be fun!" He adjusted his
bulging cock inside his jeans.
"Steph, why don't you get something for Lisa to wear?" Snake
suggested.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Lisa whined.
"It's nice enough to give a hard-on here and there, but it's not what
I had in mind. Stephanie knows, don't you, babe?"
"Be right back!" Stephanie said, and scampered upstairs. She was back
in a minute, holding one of her own dresses: a thin, diaphanous sundress
that bordered on transparent. It was flesh-colored, as much as it could
be said to have a color at all, and had been sold as a set with an
underslip. Stephanie didn't have the slip with her, but she did have a
pair of Candies, the popular shoes with high wedges.
"Put that on," Snake ordered. Lisa hesitated, and then complied,
reluctantly. She pulled off her T-shirt, exposing her small but very firm
teenaged breasts, topped off with the famous bullets that had given her
her nickname. She blushed, but kept going as Snake and the two Daniels
sisters watched. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts,
took a deep breath, and with one swift motion pulled the shorts and her
panties down to her ankles. The girl stood in the living room, stark
naked. Her body was flawless, as Tiffany already knew, but as Steph and
Snake appreciated freshly. Although compact, she was very curvy. Her dark
pubic patch was cropped very close and trim.
Snake stepped over, bent down and picked up the fallen clothes, then
stuffed them into a black backpack he had stashed next to the Daniels'
sofa. "You'll get these back later, if you're good," he told her. "Now
put on the dress, or else we can hit the mall just as you are."
"Yes sir," Lisa said, and slipped on Stephanie dress. It had spaghetti
straps, and buttoned all the way up the front. It fit her snugly, for
Stephanie wasn't any bigger than Lisa. The effect was spectacular.
Depending on the light and the angle, the dress was either opaque and
suggestive, or as transparent as if the adolescent was wrapped in Saran
Wrap. You could see her nipples, particularly since they were poking out
almost an inch.
Snake eyes the poor, trembling victim's snatch through the thin cloth.
"Man, I love the dress, but I don't want to get busted. Tell you what,
Lisa babe, if you're a really, really good girl on the way to the mall,
maybe I'll give you back your panties when we get there. Does that sound
fair?"
"Yes sir," Lisa said, and her eyes nearly melted with gratitude for
the small favor. She had been focusing on getting her panties back, not
on what Snake had meant about being "really really good." She would find
out soon enough.
"So let's move!" Snake called, and Lisa, Tiffany and Snake headed out
the door.
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