The Trekkie

Taylor was from a farmhouse in the Midwest and she was pretty with strawberry blonde hair but very shy and mousy. She looked like Chloe Sevigny and she hung out with the nerd patrol in the TV room and watched Star Trek with the brainiacs almost every night.

Long Island raised Jewish Princess Fern didn’t know what compelled her to sit next to Taylor. But the lights were pretty dark in the TV room. Fern was feeling frisky after a long night of partying at the campus pub. She let his hand fall on top of Taylor’s. No one could see. Taylor didn’t say a word as she grabbed Fern’s hand.

It was thrilling. No one else in the room knew what they were doing. When Fern tapped Taylor’s leg to follow her out of the TV room as she got up, Taylor didn’t make a move.

Not until Fern left the TV room and went up the stairs toward Taylor’s hallway. Five minutes later Taylor followed.

Taylor looked Fern in her green eyes, smiled widely and slowly opened the door to her own room on the girl’s hallway—and they didn’t say a word.

Fern ran her hands over Taylor and slowly kissed her.

Taylor seemed frightened at first but then quickly and hungrily made out with Fern, tasting the beer and cigarettes on her breath. They were both so naughty now and Taylor loved it.

Fern felt Taylor’s perky tits and cupped her tight ass.

Taylor started to get undressed quickly and before Fern knew it, they were fucking on a fluffy blue rug on the dorm room floor.

Licking each other’s wet, candy-flavored pussies. They still had not said one word to each other.

But Taylor moaned loudly and scratched Fern’s arms and back as she came.

Taylor was a real hellcat in the sack and the coolest part was they never said one word to each other…they didn’t have to.

When they saw each other the next day in the TV room they ignored each other. But later that night, they repeated the previous night’s ritual. As Fern left, she noticed Taylor’s nerdy friend Paula smiling. Obviously, their secret was out of the bag. The later sessions would never match that first time…which was like the first Star Trek…far superior to later incarnations.

The Publicist:

Brad met Brandi, the publicist with wavy, blonde hair at a music event and then took her to Cirque du Soleil. Brandi was a divorcee and she loved to be told what to do. Brad treated her like his own personal fuck slave and she loved it. He would make Brandi beg for him to fuck her in the ass and then he would tell Brandi how her female co-workers would like to join in. He ordered Brandi to lick their pussies and assholes. Brandi loved the dirty talk and Brad loved smoking some doobie before she came over.

“Get on the bed now and pull down those pants so I can fuck your ass like the little bitch whore you know you are…”

“Yes master, thank you…”

”Shut up and get those pants down bitch.”

Brad’s cock was never harder than when he would go through these B&D scenarios with the publicist. They engaged in phone sex all the time and Brad discovered that a lot of women love to be humiliated. Even though he revered and respected women… when it came to hot and dirty sex…why not? They were both adults… and the dirtier he talked to Brandi the more she loved it.

”That’s right…your girlfriends are all watching me fuck you in the ass you little whore…now they’re turning around so you can stick your nose in their ass cracks and lick their assholes…you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes master, you know I would…”

“Of course I know you would…get to it”

Brad usually just fucked Brandi in the ass…while he did it she would finger her clit. When she left to go back to San Francisco …Brad would miss her. Brandi was a cool chick and a great fuck…and as publicists go…she was one that Brad could actually tolerate…

”Next time my crew wants an exclusive interview…you better fucking make it happen or I’m going to make you suck their cocks while I pound your ass…you understand what I’m saying you stupid fucking publicist whore?”

“…yes master…you’ll get the first interview every time…”

“You’re damn fucking right I will! Now take it in your ass you little bitch…”

“Oh yes…oh my god… yesss”

“Take it you bitch…”

“Oh yesssssss, thank you.”

“That’s right, thank me for it you fucking publicist cunt.”

“Oh yes, master I’m a stupid fucking whore.”

”I know you are, bitch…take it up your ass …that’s right just like that…”

It would go on like that every time until they both came and then they would laugh and smoke a joint and then Brandi usually went home.

The cosmetics executive:

Once Stephan got a taste for the B&D games he found there was no shortage of women that liked to take part. Cindi, the cosmetics executive with the short black hair and pale complexion, was a friend of that hot co-worker Shelly who worked in the women’s dept.

Cindi was a set-up and she was totally game to be told what to do. Stephan made Cindi agree that if she was going to stay over at his apartment that she would follow his orders and do what he said.

There would be a safe word and he tied Cindi’s legs and hands up with a robe belt and tie.

Then he blindfolded Cindi, kissed her beautiful naked body and then put plastic laundry clips on her nipples.

Cindi’s pussy was slick and she was moaning like a woman possessed.

Stephan looked down, took another toke of a joint and admired the beautiful, writhing executive stretched across his sheets…he slid a vibrator onto Cindi’s pussy and she started to moan even louder…

”That’s right you’re such a good little slave that I’m going to make you come…but I want you to remember that your pussy and asshole and mouth are my property…”

”Yes, they are master”, Cindi moaned.

Stephan was glad Cindi remembered that she was supposed to always refer to him as “master.” The candle was originally there to drip on her…but instead he dipped it in the jar of Vaseline and slid the wick end slowly and wickedly up Cindi’s inviting asshole.

“That’s right you little slave bitch…suck on that candle with your asshole like you’re sucking on a lollypop…and don’t you dare let it slide out of your asshole.”

“oooooh….ahhhhh…ooooohh…oops…I’m sooo sorry master…it slipped out of my asshole by accident, Cindi gasped apologetically.

“SMACK!!!…now, don’t let it happen again slut…now, slide it right back in…” her pale white asscheek now had a bright pink handmark.

“oooooh, yessssss, master…thank you so much.”

Stephan jerked off on her back after Cindi came from the vibrator and that was the first of their many “play dates.”

After a while Cindi wanted a relationship and Stephan wasn’t the guy for that. But he always kept a candle and laundry clips in his kitchen drawer in case Cindi would occasionally decide to reach out for an impromptu booty-call.

The Blonde:

Porsche was blonde and she had been introduced to Ben by Manfred. There was some instant chemistry…but Ben didn’t act on it until months later when he used the aspiring actress for a TV modeling segment.

Manfred had said he had fooled around with her, but Ben doubted it and Porsche confirmed that too.

She was Italian and she looked like that blonde from Raging Bull…Kathy Moriarty…Ben discovered that her thing was getting spanked and phone sex. Ben was glad to oblige…

”Porsche I know you are in the bathroom right now…let me hear you…I want to hear you go to the bathroom…that’s good…now wipe yourself off and go into your bedroom and pull out that dildo I told you to buy earlier…did you remember to tell the clerk that you needed a big dildo so your master could fuck you in the ass for being such a nasty little slut?”

“…yes master,” Porsche replied.”

”You’re lying you little bitch I can tell by your voice”

“…no master I told him…I have the dildo right here”

“…you are a lying bitch…and you know what happens to lying bitches don’t you?”

“No master, what?”

“…they get fucked in front of all their co-workers…next time I call you in the office,I want you to finger yourself under your desk…do you understand me?”

“…yes master I do”

“…good girl…who owns your mouth, pussy and ass?”

“…you do master “

“…say it then…”

“My mouth, my pussy and my ass belong to you master…”

“Good girl…now stick that dildo in your pussy…”

Porsche started to gasp. Before long she was moaning into the phone…“oooooh…..ahhhhhh.”

”you want to lick your girlfriend’s pussy don’t you?”

“..Yes master..unghhh…oooooh.”

“You are a dirty little lesbian whore aren’t you?”

“..yesssss… master…uhhhhh”

This girl was hot all right…Porsche did play around with her girlfriends on occasion and if Ben hadn’t been seeing someone else at the time he would have really enjoyed fucking Porsche.

They kept meeting at parties and they kept trying to slip away to a private room so Ben could give her the spanking he kept promising her on the phone…but something or someone always seemed to bust it up before Ben could lay a hand on her delicious ass.

The best he could do was give her a pinch.

One time, they were in the elevator going down with other people in the car. Ben asked Porsche to hold his drink as well, then without anyone watching, Ben non-nonchalantly slid his hand between her legs on top of her pussy. She was wearing panties but for twenty seconds she stood there blushing as the other people in the elevator paid no notice. Ben whispered in her ear…”that’s mine… isn’t it…” she whispered back a breathless little “yes.”

Adam Kluger With Artwork by Dreck