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THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you 
are offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or 
unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this 
type of material is illegal where you are, don't read 
any further.

This is a fantasy.  You will have to loosen your clench 
on reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in 
which physical acts and human responses are not limited 
to, nor necessarily based in, reality.  Some acts and 
responses in this story may be physically impossible 
and/or physiologically improbable.  

Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this 
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful - 
gorgeous, even.  Gravity has not caused breasts to 
droop nor have wrinkles creased unblemished faces.  The 
men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls.  
They can get it up and keep it up often and at will.  
In this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs, 
morals, or unwanted pregnancies.  Guilt is a four-
letter word.  Most important of all, neither strength 
of character, courage of convictions, nor moral belief 
stand a chance against any erotic stimulus.  This can 
be as benign as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle 
or as stimulating as a whipping on the genitals.  

For those of you who didn't understand the preceding 
statements, GO AWAY!

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment 
of consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the 
things described in this story.  You could injure 
yourself or your partner, be arrested, or shot by her 
father....

If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY!  This story 
will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain. 

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited 
where you are, GO AWAY!

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility 
for any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure 
that results from reading this story.  If you don't, GO 
AWAY!

You have been warned!

If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on 
a <free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for 
it. 

So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy 
the story!....:) 

NightShade


















Mr. Walter's Helper

by NightShade

(FF, MF, oral, vaginal, anal, light bd, light sm, rom)


12/96, revised 6/99


Chapter 3

Elmer got up from his desk as he heard Suzy coming down 
the back stairs to work.  He went to the door and 
opened it up.

"Suzy," he called out.  "Come in here for a moment."

Suzy walked into his cramped office and sat down on the 
edge of the uncomfortable chair in his office.  She 
looked nervous and scared.  She had never held a 
position this long without being fired, and she just 
knew that Mr. Walters was going to fire her now.  It 
had been over two weeks!  She didn't know what she had 
done wrong, but she must have done something.  She 
always did.

She just couldn't lose this one, she shouted to 
herself.  She liked this job.  She didn't have to work 
with a lot of people, she didn't have to see her mean 
old aunt, and she had discovered she liked working with 
pictures.  She especially liked Elmer, er, Mr. Walters.  
He was so kind and patient with her.  He made her kind 
of tingle inside when he looked at her like he did 
sometimes when he thought she wasn't looking, and 
although she didn't understand it, she enjoyed those 
feelings and the attention he paid her.  She would do 
anything to keep her job.  Anything!

"Suzy, one of the models scheduled for tonight called 
in and canceled.  I'm really in a bind as the other two 
girls are on their way already.  Would you be a trouper 
and help me out?"  Elmer started.

Surprised and relieved, Suzy said, "Sure, anything.  
Would you like me to call another model?  Do you want 
me to get the props set up?  Do you..."

Elmer raised his hands and stopped the barrage of 
questions coming from the eager young girl.  He wasn't 
sure of the reason for her sudden eagerness, and he 
didn't really care right now.  He was going to take 
advantage of it if he could, however.

"No, no.  I thought you might want to try out the other 
side of the camera for a change.  You know, as a model.  
I could really use you as one of the models tonight.  
You have the right coloring to work out real well..."  

He kind of left the offer hanging, wondering what she 
would do.

A look of surprise and bewilderment came over her face.  

"He wants to take pictures of me!  But I'm not pretty 
enough.  I'll ruin the shots with those other beautiful 
girls in them."  Her agonizing thoughts were racing 
through her mind and were portrayed across her face for 
him to read.

"Uh-h-h, I don't know..., I mean, I never have..., I mean, 
do you really mean it?  Do you really want to put me in 
the pictures?" she asked finally.

Elmer nodded, smiling to himself at how easy this was 
going to be.  His prick hardened at the thought of that 
sweet young pussy.  "Yes, and I wanted you to try on a 
few things first to see if everything fits OK.  I had 
to guess at your size."  He handed her a hanger with 
several filmy pieces of lingerie on it.

She accepted the hanger without really seeing the 
clothes.

"You can change in the models' dressing room tonight, 
Suzy.  Why don't you go and change now.  Then come on 
out and we'll start your make-up before the others get 
there.  Then you can do them."

Suzy's head was spinning and her heart was pounding.  
She was thrilled.  She had never even hoped to dream of 
something like this.  She walked to the dressing room 
in a daze.  It wasn't until she was in there that she 
saw the skimpy clothes and gave a small gasp.

"Oh no!," she wailed to herself.  "I can't go out there 
in that.  You can see everything."

Angrily she stilled her own objections.  She had to do 
this.  She had agreed, and besides, she wanted to keep 
her job.  Inside of her, there was this nasty little 
voice that urged her on.  It made her tingle inside as 
she listened to that tiny whisper.

She slipped out of her clothes and hung them in the 
locker.  She also took off her plain white bra and let 
it fall from her arms.  Her tits bounced saucily in 
their freedom, the rosy caps ending in pert little 
nipples.  She had never acted or felt so naughty.  Why, 
if the other models came in now, they would be able to 
see her bare boobies!  

She picked up the filmy bra on the hanger Elmer had 
given her and settled it over her shoulders.  It looked 
a little small, but the fabric was stretchy.  She 
leaned forward and settled her breasts into the half 
cups of the bra and fastened the front clasp.  It was 
more than just a little small for her and her tits 
bulged out over the top of the cups, with her nipples 
clearly visible just below the edge of the fabric.  
Elmer had guessed her size just right.

She adjusted the straps so that they were as 
comfortable as possible and looked at her image in the 
mirror.  The bra pushed her big firm tits up and 
together so that it looked like she had miles of 
cleavage.  She waggled her shoulders and watched the 
tit flesh jiggle inside their confinement.  It did look 
sexy.

The next thing she put on were the thigh-high 
stockings.  She had never worn nylons or pantyhose 
much, and she struggled to get them on.  The tiny hairs 
of her legs squiggled around under the translucent 
fabric.

"Oh dear, I should have shaved my legs," she muttered.

The matching panties to the bra were next.  She had 
never seen anything so small.  As she slid them up her 
thighs, her hands were shaking.  She didn't want to rip 
the thin fabric.  The tiny thin thong back slid into 
the crack of her perky little ass.  The small patch of 
fabric in the front showed the hair of her dark bush on 
both sides and over the top.

Tears began to trickle down her cheeks.  She was a 
failure, a fraud.  She was sure she wasn't good enough.  
Elmer and the other models would laugh at her.  Her 
fear of failure completely overshadowed any 
embarrassment she may have had.

Elmer heard the soft wailing coming from the dressing 
room and misunderstood the reason for it.  He was 
certain that he had pushed her too far with the skimpy 
outfit, but he knew she had seen other models in 
similar costumes.  Thus, he was unprepared for her 
appearance in the dressing room doorway with just a 
short robe around her.  

Her cheeks were still streaked with tears.  She looked 
at him fearfully.  

"I don't fit.  I'm not good enough to be a model.  
Please, please, don't be mad at me-e-e-e," she burst 
out, and started to wail.

Elmer walked over to her and took her into his arms.  
He patted her back comfortingly.  "There, there, there.  
It's OK.  It will be all right," he comforted her.  
"Let's take a look and see what the problem is, OK?"

He took her by the hand and led her over to the make-up 
station.  He gently loosened the belt of the robe and 
let it fall open.  He caught his breath.  

"God, what a body!,"  he exclaimed to himself as he 
examined her closely.

The bulging breasts were quivering with the tiny sobs 
of the young girl.  Through the thin fabric of the 
garment he could clearly make out the pink aureoles and 
the unaroused red nipples.  His prick started to rise, 
but he controlled his lustful urges.  With difficulty.  
Letting his gaze drift down her body from her tits, he 
sighted across her smooth belly accented with a tiny 
navel.  A little lower, he saw the cause of her 
distress.  The soft curls of her dark pubic hair 
escaped all around the tiny triangle of the panties.

Reaching down, he fingered the curls lightly.  

"Is this what's bothering you?", he asked.  

She nodded.  Tiny bumps popped up all over her skin.  
The familiar gesture he had made had sent an 
unfamiliar, but very welcome thrill up her spine.  She 
didn't trust her voice to answer him, so she had just 
nodded.  The wonderful tingling in her cunny made her 
want to rub her thighs together to itch it and her 
nipples started to harden.  They began to poke clearly 
through the light fabric of the bra.

"We can fix that.  Sit down in the chair.," he told 
her.

She obeyed him without a word.

He turned to face the make-up table, both to hide the 
growing bulge in his pants and the wide grin on his 
face.  He needed to be clinical in his actions the next 
couple of minutes and the sight of this near naked girl 
didn't help.  And she would be a lot more naked in a 
moment.

He collected the things he needed and turned and 
adjusted some levers on the chair she was sitting in.  
Reaching towards her with both hands, he grasped the 
waistband of the panties.

"Up," he said.

Automatically, she raised her hips to allow him to 
strip off her panties.  Immediately, she covered her 
mound with both hands. He pretended not to notice as he 
busied himself with her feet.

Lifting first one and then the other, he placed her 
feet in a stirrups arrangement that spread them just a 
little.  Soon he would adjust them further apart.  
Really far apart.  This would allow him to have open 
access to her vaginal area.  He placed a low stool and 
sat down right in front of her.  A gentle nudge on her 
knees and she automatically spread them apart for him.  
He grinned to himself.

Grabbing her hips lightly, he urged her forward until 
her ass cheeks rested on the edge of the chair.

"There we go.  That should do.," he said as matter-of-
factly as he could.

"Mr. Walters," she quavered, "What are you doing?  I'm 
a nice girl.  Nobody has ever seen me down there.  I 
don't want you to do this.  Pleeeese."

"Sssshhhhush.  Now Suzy, be quiet!," he interrupted her 
pleading.  "This is something all models have to do.  
It's just part of the job.  I want you to watch what I 
do very carefully, because I want you to be able to do 
this to the other two models coming in tonight if they 
need any help.  That's all part of your job, too.  
Watch close."

He took her hands in his, and gently, but firmly placed 
them on the arms of the chair.  Her exposed cunt was 
slightly opened by the wide-spread position of her legs 
and he could just make out the first beads of moisture 
on some of the cunt hairs.  Taking a deep breath, he 
spread the stirrups as far apart as he could.  Her 
pussy lips gaped open shyly.  Her face was beet red.

"Now keep your hands out of the way."

His hands trembled as he thought of the number of 
models he had fucked in this chair in this same 
position.  And next was Suzy.  Soon.  Not tonight, but 
soon.  He had never raped one yet, but God, was she 
going to be tight.

"Soon," he thought, "Soon."

He picked up a comb and a pair of scissors.  Carefully, 
he combed through the hair covering her mound.  Then, 
he began to clip the longer hairs until the whole patch 
consisted of hairs about one quarter to one half inch 
long.  He meticulously brushed the cut hairs off her 
skin.

Suzy was going crazy.  "This is wrong," her mind 
screamed, and just as loudly, her body screamed back, 
"Shut up, silly.  It feels toooooo good to stop!"  Her 
breathing quickened and she was having trouble keeping 
her hips still.  Her cunny was tingling and itching 
something fierce and she wanted nothing more than to 
scratch it with something, anything.  Something big and 
long and hard.

Elmer reached back and picked up a small electric 
razor.  This wasn't really necessary to the process of 
trimming her, but he could almost always manipulate the 
vibrating tool up against the model's clit and push her 
over the top.  Suzy was so innocent, he had no idea 
what effect this humming little gadget would have on 
her when he was done.

He trimmed the top of the patch down well below the 
waistline of the panties she had worn.  Next, he 
trimmed the hair in on one side and then the other, 
occasionally bumping the top of her cuntal slit with 
the razor.  Each bump brought a gasp from the now 
squirming girl, and an occasional squeak, but not a 
word or motion of resistance from her.  When he first 
pressed the razor down lightly and then more firmly 
against her pubic bone, in an alleged attempt to get a 
straight cut across the top of the patch, she began to 
push back up against his hand.  Then she began 
thrashing in the chair.

"OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH," she gasped.  "Something's 
happening to me, OH, OH, don't stop, don' stop.  
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH"

Elmer's hand was suddenly very wet with the outflow of 
juices from the virginal cunt.  If he wasn't mistaken, 
this had been her first orgasm.  The fact that she 
didn't know what was happening to her tended to confirm 
this.

Picking up the shaving brush, he lathered up the now 
reduced patch and the surrounding area.  He paid 
particular attention to the trembling girl's slit, 
brushing the stiff quills of the brush up and down 
several times.  Each stroke caused the girl to shudder 
and moan softly to herself.

"OK, now.  Hold still.  This is a sharp razor.," he 
said in a dull voice that did not betray his true 
feelings.  He glanced up and caught her eyes.  He gave 
her a reassuring grin which she returned his look with 
a weak nod.

Elmer placed the thumb of his left hand just to one 
side of her slit and spread out his hand so that his 
middle finger prodded gently against Suzy's anus.  She 
jerked at the unfamiliar touch at first, then groaned 
and pushed back on the finger tip.  She was totally 
listening to the evil little voice in her head now.

"Careful!," he snapped.  "I don't want to cut you!"

Pulling the skin of her mound tight with his left 
thumb, he brought the razor to the tender skin.  This 
motion also let him slip his thumb directly into her 
slit and up against her still aroused clitoris in an 
`accidental' manner.  She did not think this was 
intentional and did not complain.

As he shaved her beaver, he increased the pressure on 
her clit with his thumb, moving it around and around to 
keep the skin taut under the razor.  

Suzy's head was spinning.  Right or wrong, this felt 
wonderful.  She had long since given up any thought of 
resistance or fight.  His thumb was driving her wild.  
Even the probing finger at her back door thrilled her, 
although she knew that was nasty and dirty.  But she 
thrilled at the touch of it back there.  And pressed 
back until the tip just poked in to her.  Really nasty.

But it was that very nastiness that heightened the 
tension of the situation and made her want more.  She 
was not aware of the feelings in her body or of the 
feelings she was arousing in his.  All she knew was 
that it felt good and that she didn't want it to stop.

Suddenly, she began to jerk again.  The constant 
manipulation of her genitals had brought her to a 
climax a second time.  As she collapsed into the chair, 
her legs splayed obscenely, Elmer picked up a clean 
towel and gently wiped away the excess lather and the 
cum juice.

He had noticed the hairs on her legs during the shave 
and decided to take care of that, too.  Gently he 
removed the stockings from each leg.  Lathering and 
shaving each leg in turn allowed Suzy to gradually come 
down from her climactic peak.  Rubbing her legs with a 
soothing lotion was almost more than Elmer could stand.

Suzy did not resist anything he did to her now, but he 
did not want to scare her away.  He was now more 
determined than ever to fuck her brains out.  But the 
other two girls were due in less than 30 minutes and he 
still needed to do her make-up.

Elmer helped her put her stockings back on, taking much 
more care to get them smooth than necessary, and then 
slipped her panties back up the now silky smooth legs.  

"Stand up and let's take a look," he told her.

On shaky legs, she stood up.  Elmer pulled up the 
bottom of her robe to above her waist and had her spin 
around.  He made a pretext of examining her pubic area 
with extreme care and clipped a couple of non-existent 
hairs that he claimed had escaped his earlier efforts.  
Her bushy thatch had been trimmed down to a narrow 
strip of short hairs, looking much like an arrow 
pointing straight at her cunt.

Observing her image in the mirror, Suzy was astonished 
at the change.  She looked sexier now than she ever had 
before!  She coyly dropped the robe from one shoulder 
and struck a cheesecake pose.

"That's the way, Suzy," Elmer injected on her self 
review.  "See?  You'll do fine!"

Suzy colored in embarrassment, not for the first time.  
Or the last.

"Sit down and we'll finish your make-up."

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End of chapter

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