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Subject: {ASSM} rp: The Video Girl (M-solo, F-solo, MF, MMF, nc, reluc)
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Date: Wed,  2 Mar 2005 11:10:02 -0500
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From http://www.tales-of-lust.com


THE VIDEO GIRL
- by Bonfils

It was early in the evening, as Dave entered the 
video store. Heading straight for the adult section, 
he looked anxiously towards the counter to see who 
was on duty today. 

Oh, it was that girl again - the pretty one: Young - 
early twenties, he guessed - short, blond hair and 
nice big tits underneath her tight, green sweater.

Dave tried to focus on the videocassettes on the 
shelf. 

In a way, he didn't want a pretty young girl like her 
to see that he was taking porno home. On the other 
hand, there was something kinky about it: Dropping 
the pornographic covers in front of her and watching 
her reaction.

He looked through the videos. It was always hard to 
tell from the covers whether they were any good. And 
actually, Dave found it hard to predict what he'd 
like. Sometimes, he was surprised what turned him 
on...

Now, this one looked good: A brand new movie, 
featuring a couple of girls he'd never heard of 
before. Might as well check that out.

He dropped the cover on the counter, and the girl 
went out back to get the cassette. As he paid her, he 
saw her smile - almost imperceptibly, just a tiny 
little smile, making her even prettier.

As Dave left the store and walked home, he was sure 
she hadn't been laughing at him. But then, what was 
she smiling at? Maybe she was a porno fan herself. 

Or what?

---

Dave popped the video into his VCR and sat down on 
his couch. 

The movie started in some sort of World War 2 
setting. A tall, dark officer in uniform was dragging 
a young, blond girl into an interrogation room. She 
was supposed to be a female spy, and within seconds, 
she was trying to bribe the officer with sex.

It was a pretty hot movie: The girl was beautiful, 
and both actors really seemed excited. Dave felt his 
cock swelling in his pants.

The officer now had the girl naked on all fours on 
the floor of the interrogation room. And as he buried 
his long, hard cock inside her, she moaned out loud. 
The officer kept going, pounding his tool into her 
pussy again and again, making her whimper with every 
thrust.

Dave opened his pants and grabbed his swelling cock. 
Slowly, he began stroking it, watching the couple 
fucking madly on his TV screen. 

Still hammering his stiff cock into her, the officer 
grabbed the girl's hair.

Masturbating, Dave looked at her face. She was 
panting with pleasure, eyes closed, mouth wide open. 
But still, Dave thought he recognized her.

The officer fucked her harder, faster, making her cry 
out with lust. And stroking his cock, Dave realized 
who she was: It was the girl from the video store!

Dave couldn't hold back any longer. He squeezed his 
twitching cock tightly in his fist, watching the 
officer relentlessly driving his cock into the girl 
Dave knew so well. The pretty little girl from the 
video store, naked on all fours, her sweet little 
pussy probed violently by a porn star's erect rod.

As her screams of pleasure sounded from his TV, Dave 
gasped as he began to ejaculate. Long, white jets of 
sperm shot from the tip of his jerking cock, some 
even hitting the TV screen from across the room. As 
he masturbated, his cock kept spurting hot, creamy 
semen all over the floor.

As his orgasm subsided, Dave leaned back on the 
couch, still trying to catch his breath. Then he 
wiped his hands and his cock and switched of the TV. 

Then he looked at his room. His sperm had flown 
everywhere, leaving sticky white trails all over. 
What a mess to clean up! Dave sighed and got up to 
wipe it off.

--- 

When Dave came back the next day to return the video, 
the same girl was on duty again.

His heart was pounding. She looked just as good as 
she had in the movie. She was wearing that same green 
sweater again, its fabric stretched across her round, 
bouncing breasts.

Dave looked around. He and the girl were alone in the 
store, except for one guy: He looked like a biker, 
wore a leather jacket and long hair in a ponytail, 
and was standing by the adult section.

Dave went over to the counter and handed the video to 
the girl.

"That was a good one," he said.

The girl averted his gaze.

"Glad you liked it," she whispered.

"I bet he'd like to see it, too," Dave said, 
indicating the biker.

"Please..." the girl said.

"What?" Dave said, smiling. "You don't want people to 
know how talented you are?"

"No... I..." 

"I was just about to ask you," Dave went on. "Do you 
have any more films like this one?"

The girl looked at him in silence for a few seconds.

"I... I'll check," she said and went through a door 
into the storeroom. 

Dave looked around. The biker wasn't watching - he 
was busy checking out the videos. Dave went around 
the counter and followed the girl into the storeroom.

It was a rather small, stuffy room, mainly filled 
with stacks of cardboard boxes containing 
videocassettes. As Dave entered, the girl turned 
around.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, angrily.

Dave smiled: "I just thought I'd help you find some 
videos. How many have you made?"

"I... Get out! You're not supposed to be here!"

"Shhh," he said. "Relax. What difference does it 
make?"

The girl looked at him, frowning.

"What is it you want?" she asked.

Dave just kept smiling. God, she was a pretty little 
thing: Her beautiful face, her short blond hair. Her 
tight, green sweater emphasizing her bulging breasts, 
her jeans wrapped around her hips and into her 
crotch.

"Look," she sighed. "I don't have time for this. Tell 
me what you want or get the hell out of here!"

"I want you to take all your clothes off," Dave said.

She just stared at him, incredulously.

"You're crazy," she said.

"Oh yeah?" Dave said. "I'll show you just how crazy I 
am. Okay, I don't want to embarrass you, so close 
that door."

"Why don't you do it?" she asked. "You're standing 
right in front of it."

"But I want you to do it," he said.

He girl shrugged, and walked past Dave to close the 
door.

"Shall I lock it, too, sir?" she asked, 
sarcastically.

"No need," Dave said. "Now. Take your clothes off."

The girl sighed: "God, you're pathetic. Okay, but 
don't get scared. I bet you never seen a girl naked 
before. Except on video."

Don't be so sure about that, Dave thought as she took 
off her shoes and unbuttoned her jeans. But he let 
her talk.

"You're a goddamn pervert," she said, pulling off her 
jeans, "do you know that?"

"Sit down over there," Dave ordered. "On those 
boxes."

Barelegged and barefoot, the girl hoisted herself 
onto the stack of cardboard boxes in front of Dave. 
Then she pulled off her sweater, exposing her full, 
beautifully rounded breasts. She held them in her 
hands, letting him watch as she gently massaged them.

"Yeah," she said, "go ahead and look at them, you 
sick creep. Bet you never even seen a pair of tits 
before."

"Show me your pussy," he said, and the girl pulled 
off her panties and threw them on the floor. She had 
shaved all of her pubic hairs off, clearly exposing 
the pink labia. 

Dave felt his cock swelling in his pants, hot and 
throbbing against the skin of his thigh. It had to be 
visible through the fabric. And sure enough: He just 
caught the girl looking at the fat, growing bulge.

The girl slowly spread her legs, opening her pussy to 
his gaze.

"Touch yourself," Dave said. 

And slowly she slid her hand up across her thigh, 
finally touching her shaven slit. As she opened her 
pink flesh with one hand, she began fingering the 
base of her clit with the other.

"Yeah," she whispered. "Do you like to watch that, 
asshole? You probably never satisfied a woman 
yourself, did you?"

The girl kept going, gently massaging her tiny love 
button and making sure Dave saw it all. As she 
masturbated, Dave could tell she was getting excited: 
She stroked herself with greater intensity, trembling 
slightly. She was breathing harder, her naked breasts 
bouncing slightly in time.

"Look at your pussy," Dave said.

And the girl gasped, as she looked down at her pussy. 
Her mouth opened slightly, as she stroked herself 
with great determination. Dave saw her fingers 
getting wet and slippery with love juice, allowing 
them to slip easily up and down across her trembling 
labia.

He felt his pounding cock hardening and slowly zipped 
down his pants. His erection stood out, stretching 
the fabric of his shorts. As he pulled down pants and 
shorts, the girl looked over at his hard, twitching 
cock.

"I bet you're gonna fuck me now, huh?" she asked.

Dave shook his head.

"Later," he said. "First, I want to watch you come. 
So you just keep right on stroking that sweet little 
pussy."

The girl bit her lip and continued masturbating with 
one hand and massaging her fleshy breast with the 
other. Dave held on to his warm, pulsing cock, 
showing it off to her. Pulling back the foreskin, he 
exposed its bulging, bluish head.

"Then later," he said, "I'll let you have it. You 
just wait." 

Squeezing one nipple hard, the girl kept stroking her 
pussy. Her breathing was getting faster all the time, 
as she stared longingly at Dave's stiffening cock.

"Oh yes," she whispered, shivering with pleasure from 
her own touch.

"That's it," Dave said. "Keep going. Make yourself 
come."

Closing her eyes, the girl leaned back against some 
cardboard boxes and intensified her motions. As one 
hand opened her pussy, the other applied rhythmic 
pressure to her clit, harder and harder, as she 
gasped for breath.

Gently stroking his cock, Dave stared intently at the 
girl's open pussy, the pink petals of her flesh 
glistening with moisture. He longed to bury his cock 
inside that juicy slit, and saw to his delight that 
the girl was about to bring herself to her first 
orgasm.

"Aaah," she cried, as she suddenly came. "Aaah!"

Shaking all over, she kept her hands still, clutching 
them tightly between her thighs. Dave saw her arching 
her back, lifting her behind off the cardboard box as 
she savored her climax.

This was just the beginning, he thought, watching 
her. Once he had his cock inside her, he would make 
her come again and again, harder and harder, until 
she'd beg him to stop.

"Stand up," he ordered.

Still dazed, the girl stood on the floor of the 
storeroom, her fingers still dripping love juice.

"Turn around and bend over," he said, stroking his 
cock. It was hard as steel now.

Dave quickly stripped naked and walked over to the 
girl. She stood bent over, as he had instructed, her 
elbows resting on the cardboard boxes, her cute 
little ass up in the air. He couldn't resist. He 
slapped it hard one, two, three times, his fingers 
leaving reddish marks on her ass-cheeks.

"Ouch!" she cried.

"What's wrong?" he said fiendishly. "Don't you want 
me to fuck you?"

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Please. Please fuck me."

"Spread your legs wide," Dave ordered. He stood right 
behind her, his eager cock pointing straight at her 
slit.

The girl stood with her legs wide apart on the floor, 
and he guided his cock towards the mouth of her 
pussy. Dave placed his hands between her thighs and 
parted her labia with his thumbs.

"Fuck me," she whispered, as his hard-on touched her 
tender flesh.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I might get a bit rough."

His cock was twitching with excitement, clear 
droplets dripping onto the floor from its tip.

"Please," she begged. "Just fuck me now!"
  
Dave brought his hips forwards, sliding his swelling 
cock into her tight, wet, opening.

"Ohhh," she gasped, as he buried the entire length of 
his hard shaft in her pussy.

Breathing hard, he held still for a few seconds, his 
cock throbbing impatiently inside her love muscle. 
Slowly, he pulled nearly all the way out, feeling her 
sex trembling around it. Then, grabbing her hips, he 
thrust his stiff tool into her - and then again, over 
and over. He fucked the girl in a fast, steady 
rhythm, making her gasp and hold on to the cardboard 
boxes.

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes! Fuck me!"

Dave kept pounding his cock into her juicy slit. He 
felt her pussy muscles contracting, clutching his 
shaft in time with the fucking, and making his cock 
even harder.

"You like that?" he whispered to her. "You like my 
cock?" 
 
"Oh yes!" she gasped. "I love it. I love that big, 
fat cock!"

"Stroke your pussy!" he said. "Do it!"

And as Dave thrust his cock into her again and again, 
he felt her trembling hand between her thighs, 
eagerly fingering her clit as he fucked her.

"Ohhh," she moaned. Shaking all over, she had 
collapsed on the cardboard boxes, letting Dave drive 
his cock into her.

"Keep going!" he shouted. And obediently, the girl 
stroked her pussy, breathing hard with excitement.

Dave now slid his cock almost all the way out of her 
pussy with every stroke. He watched the bone-hard 
shaft glistening from her juice as it appeared and 
disappeared between her soft, yielding labia.

"Oh God!" she cried.

Dave thrust into her a few more times, and she came 
again. Her orgasm was even more violent this time. 
The girl gasped wildly, letting out cries of "God!", 
"Yes!", "Oh!", as the powerful climax shook her body.

As her orgasm subsided, Dave pulled his cock out of 
her hot slit. He was still hard - his wet cock 
jerking, ready to enter her again.

"Having fun?" a deep, rusty voice asked.

Dave turned towards the door. The biker had come in 
from the store. Now he stood there looking lustfully 
at the naked girl still recovering on the cardboard 
boxes.

"Yeah," Dave said. "Wanna join in?"

The biker grinned at him: 

"Why not? I saw her in that video. She looked pretty 
hot."

"Please," the girl moaned, "close the door."

"Alright," the biker said, grinning, as he closed and 
locked the door. "Now come here."

Naked, the girl got up and walked towards him. She 
was flushed and sweating, but as she looked at the 
biker, she smiled nastily.

"Like what you see?" she whispered.

The biker reached out and touched her shapely, fleshy 
breast, squeezing it hard. The girl just kept looking 
at him. Then he put one finger down between her 
thighs and slid it upwards, parting her labia, and 
making her body twitch slightly. 

Next, he put his wet finger to her lips. The girl 
opened her mouth and sucked her own spicy juice from 
his finger, still looking him straight in the eyes.

"Lie down on the floor," he said.

Without a sound, the girl lay on her back on the 
storeroom floor. The men knelt down beside her, Dave 
at her feet, the biker next to her face.

"You've got a big cock?" she asked the biker.

Dave spread her legs and slid two fingers into her 
shaved pussy, massaging the insides of her juicy 
flesh.

The biker opened his jeans (he didn't seem to be 
wearing underwear) and slipped out his cock. It was 
thick and semi-erect.

"Mmm," the girl said at the sight of it.

"Open your mouth," the biker said.

Placing one knee on either side of her face, he 
guided his cock into the girl's open mouth. She 
closed her lips around it.

"Suck it!" he ordered.

The biker sat completely still, letting the girl suck 
his cock. Her lips and mouth massaged it 
rhythmically, and Dave watched it swell and harden 
between her lips.

"And you," the biker said to Dave. "Let me see how 
you fuck her!"

Kneeling down between her legs, Dave lifted the 
girl's ass off the floor and moved forwards, till her 
ass rested on his thighs. Eagerly, she clasped her 
legs around his back, still sucking the biker's cock.

Dave's hard cock stood straight up. He had to use 
both hands to force it down and guide it into the 
girl's soft slit. She was so wet he entered her 
easily. 

Savoring the sensation of her soft flesh around his 
cock, he began fucking her, slowly, with deep, 
regular movements. The girl moved her hips against 
his in time with his rhythm. As her trembling hands 
found his ass, she drove her nails into his skin.

"Ahhh," he grunted, forcing his cock ever deeper into 
her soft, wet pussy.

The biker's erection had grown, veins bulging under 
the skin. His cock was now so stiff it was about to 
jump out of the girl's mouth. He had to struggle to 
keep the wet shaft pointing downwards, allowing her 
to suck it some more. 

Only the head of the thick cock was still inside her 
mouth; but as she sucked it eagerly, the jerking cock 
grew harder and harder.

"Fuck her harder!" the biker said, and Dave plunged 
his cock violently into the girl's slit, making her 
moan loudly, her voice muffled by the biker's cock in 
her mouth:

"Mmm! Mmm!" she muttered in time to each stroke of 
Dave's cock.

"Yeah!" the biker said grinning. "You like that, 
honey?"

Then, as he raised his hips slightly, his erect cock 
popped out of her mouth. Stiff and wet, it pointed 
straight up, twitching.

"Aaah! Aaah!" the girl screamed, as Dave kept 
pounding his hard cock into her succulent slit.

The biker stood up, looking at them, stroking his 
thick, swelling cock.

"That's right," he said, masturbating. "Fuck her 
good!"

"Oh God!" the girl cried out as Dave's vigorous 
thrusts made her come once again. Her entire body 
jerked wildly on the storeroom floor. She cried out 
with lust, overwhelmed by sensations of pleasure.

Dave held still inside her tender flesh, feeling her 
pussy pulsating around his cock.

"Damn, she's hot!" the biker said. "I wanna fuck her, 
too. Let's get her over here."

Dave pulled out, and the two men lifted the almost 
lifeless girl up, placing her on her back on the 
stack of cardboard boxes. The biker spread her legs 
and placed himself between them.

"Okay, honey!" he said. "Get ready for my cock!"

"Please..." the girl whispered, but too late. With 
one brutal thrust, the biker buried his thick cock in 
her. Dave saw her labia yielding and stretching 
around the hard, wide shaft.

Then, with deep hard strokes, the biker began fucking 
her.

"Nooo! Aaah!" she cried, as he hammered his cock into 
her again and again.

"Yeah?" he sneered. "You like that, huh?"

Mad with lust, Dave grabbed the girl's hair and bent 
her head back over the edge of the boxes. Then he 
forced his cock in between her quivering lips. He 
felt her wet mouth enveloping his burning cock and 
sighed with pleasure. 

Slowly, he began moving his hips back and forth, 
sliding his erect tool in and out between her lips. 
The girl started sucking it, making smacking and 
slurping sounds that made him even more excited.

On the other side of the boxes, the biker was driving 
his cock into the girl with furious energy. Dave 
watched the biker's glistening wet shaft as it 
appeared, only to plunge back into her juicy slit 
again and again.

The three of them were fucking like animals in the 
storeroom, the men grunting with lust, the girl's 
screams muffled by Dave's cock in her mouth.

"Fuck!" Dave shouted. "I'm gonna come!"

"Unnnh! Unnnh!" the biker grunted, driving his cock 
into the girl. "Come in her mouth!"

"Yeeeah!" Dave yelled, as he felt his rock-hard cock 
exploding, shooting the first hot, creamy jet into 
her sucking mouth.

The girl clasped her lips tightly around his jerking 
cock. And as Dave cried out loud in ecstasy, the 
throbbing tool kept pumping his thick semen into her 
mouth. She swallowed several times, but some of the 
white, creamy liquid still dribbled out of the 
corners of her mouth.

"Aaah," the biker yelled, pulling his cock from the 
girl's pussy, as he, too, started ejaculating.

The first spurt flew across her belly, hitting her 
breast. The biker grabbed his twitching cock with 
both hands, as long, white jets of sperm shot across 
her body. Roaring with pleasure, he masturbated, 
emptying himself of every last drop of semen.

Finally, it was all over. The men's orgasms had 
subsided, and their limp cocks hang warm and wet 
between their legs.

The girl lay gasping on the stack of boxes, naked and 
drenched in their thick juices.

The biker pulled up his pants.

"Now," he said. "Back to the store. You're on duty, 
aren't you?"

The girl looked at him, confused.

"Oh, right," she said, getting up. "Just let me get 
my clothes..."

"No no," the biker said. "You go in there like that!"

"Naked?" she cried. "I can't..."

"Go!" the biker ordered.

And slowly, hesitantly, the girl unlocked the door 
and walked naked into the store.

"Shit!" Dave whispered, putting his clothes back on. 
"She did it!"

"She's pretty cool," the biker said. "That's for 
sure."

When they'd finished dressing, the two men went back 
into the store. The blinds were drawn, most of the 
lights turned off. The girl had closed the store for 
tonight.

But where was she? They look around the store, and 
finally found her: She was lying naked on the 
counter, smiling wickedly.

"I think we should finish what we started," she said. 
"Don't you?"

Without a word, the men started undressing again, as 
they slowly came towards her.

---
(c) Bonfils 2001
http://www.tales-of-lust.com

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