Doggy Style

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma, Coercion, CrossDressing, FemaleDom, Light Bond, Humiliation, Gang Bang, Interracial, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: Steve Smith goes to a brothel to experience his fantasy but this wasn't exactly what he signed up for.

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Copyright┬ę 2003 - A.F. - All Rights Reserved

"OK, which exit is it?"

Trish was driving with Penelope in the passenger seat up front. Meredith sat in the back behind Trish's seat with Angela behind Penelope. The quarter were sisters in a sorority attending an annual Alpha Phi event together. Every year different chapters across Southern California sent between three and five members each to Las Vegas for the weekend.

After a hard day poring over sorority business in workshops (with a small lunchtime casino break), the girls were on the prowl for some fun. They were driving on the 15 in the outskirts of town looking for a small out of the way club called "The Web" that Penelope had heard about.

"I think it's the next one. Slow down." Penelope had a road map and a smaller hand drawn map open on her lap.

"Jeez, that guy is on my ass. What's his hurry?"

The man in the car behind the girls gestured and then swooped into the left lane and passed the girls. As he passed they could clearly see that he said "bitch". Then he pulled in front of them, cutting them off.

"Did he just give me the finger and call me a bitch? What a jerk."

Trish took the exit and followed Penelope's instructions which lead them out into the desert.

"Are you sure you know where you're going? What's so great about this club anyway?"

"Of course I'm sure. I heard about this place from a friend of mine. And it's not just a club. It's also a brothel and I think they have sex shows - if you know what to ask for."

"Sex shows? Like what?" Meredith inquired from the back seat.

"I'm not sure. Let's just check it out."

The place had a small paved parking lot that was packed. The bass from the music inside rattled the car windows. Lights strobed from the windows. Trish drove around a couple times looking for a spot.

"There's one."

Trish started to pull in but a car pulled ahead of her.

"Damn it!"

She rolled down her window and yelled out, "Hey, that's my parking spot."

The man looked at her and shrugged and walked away.

"Ooh, that's the same asshole who was behind me on the highway."

Angle said, "Just go park over there, there's plenty of space just past those cars."

Trish continued on and the paved section ended. She pulled left to park and hit a large pothole which bumped everyone into the air. Trish whacked her head on the car roof.

"Ow."

She looked back at Angela.

"Nice going, Ange."

"Sorry."

The girls exited the car. Trish was rubbing her forehead and fuming.

"I'm going to find that guy and give him a piece of my mind."

Penelope said, "Just forget it. Come on, let's have some fun."

Penelope's pass phrases got them through the small door at the far end of the club and past another interior door. The girls found themselves in a long room with a counter at one side. Behind the counter stood an attractive receptionist.

"May I help you?"

Penelope stepped up and said, "Uh, we just wanted to know if there were any shows going on tonight."

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing scheduled. You can arrange something private if you'd like."

The receptionist handed Penelope a clipboard.

"Thanks."

The girls huddled together and looked over the forms.

"Hey, look, we could set up our own 'erotic fantasy'."

"Yeah. Wow, look at all the choices. Wait a minute. Check out those prices. Yikes. We better just go on back to the club."

Trish looked around and a man at the opposite end of the room caught her eye.

"Hold on a minute. It's that jerk from the highway and from the parking lot. I'm going to go over there and stomp on his foot."

Penelope looked over at the thin, gawky man of average height. He had just written something down on his clipboard and turned red in the face. He looked over at the girls and then quickly looked away.

Meredith said, "I think he's checking you out, Trish."

Trish took a step in his direction, but stopped short when Penelope grabbed her arm.

"Wait. I have an idea."

"Is he going to get it?"

"Yeah, I think you can say that."

"OK, then I'm in. As long as he gets what's coming to him."

The girls huddled together. Penelope said, "Meredith, quick off with your bra."

Meredith wriggled her bra out from under her shirt and Penelope reached over and roughly rubbed each breast. Not only did Meredith's nipples stand straight up against her tight shirt but her two areolas stood up in stark relief.

"OK, here's the plan. We'll all casually walk over there until we're a few feet behind him. Puffy here will continue on and pretend to look at that painting on the wall. He'll naturally start staring and when that happens, Meredith, you engage him in conversation. I'll take care of the rest."

It was a plan they'd used dozens of times before; to get a look at test answers, to distract salesclerks, you name it. It never failed.

Once Meredith held the man's undivided attention Penelope leaned over and grabbed his clipboard, swapping it with the one she got from the receptionist. She looked over the forms. "Steve Smith". She memorized his credit card number and some personal details. Only the first page of about four pages was filled in and below the personal information there were only two words written in the "Fantasy Section". Doggy Style.

She left the first page as-is but hastily filled in the subsequent pages. When she was done she reached over and swapped the clipboards back.

The receptionist called out, "Mr. Smith. Are you ready?"

"Excuse me," Steve said to Meredith and picked up his clipboard and walked it over to the receptionist.

The receptionist gave Steve a stern look and held out her hand.

"Well, I'm not sure if... What I mean is, I don't know if..."

The receptionist snatched the clipboard from his hand.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of everything. Just go through this door and into the room that's the first on the right."

The receptionist nonchalantly looked over the first page of Steve's packet then flipped the page. She glanced quickly through the rest and picked up the phone.

"Hi, this is Sally in Reception. Can you page Ariadne? We have a special request that's going to require her services. Thanks."

Steve waited about fifteen minutes in the small room that was like a doctor's examining room with extra plumbing. A small women in a sexed-up nurse's uniform walked in. She was mid-forties with wavy shoulder-length auburn hair that looked like a dye-job.

"Hi, Honey. My name is Debbie and I'm going to prep you for your appointment."

"Prep me?"

"Come on, don't be dense. We want to make sure you're all clean and neat and ready to have fun."

"OK."

Debbie reached over and took down Steve's pants before he realized what was happening.

"Up, up." She motioned with her arms and Steve held up his arms while Debbie pulled his shirt over his head.

"Shoes, socks, come on."

Suddenly Steve was completely nude.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it? Now stand over here, yes, up over that lip. Now bend over and grab those rings down there with both hands."

Eager to comply, Steve said, "Like this?"

"Perfect, honey."

With one fluid motion, Debbie put a little lube on Steve's anus, put a nozzle in, and turned a faucet handle."

"Hey, what's that," Steve said and started to stand up.

"Careful," Debbie said, and pushed him back down with surprising strength. "Just relax now, we're nearly done. Stay like that for five minutes and then..." She motioned to the commode in the other corner. "I'll be back."

Steve wasn't sure what was going on but did as instructed. When Debbie returned he said, "What was that for?"

"Honey, don't you want to be fresh and clean?"

"Well, yes, but there!?!?"

"Let me tell you, if you're not clean everywhere then that's going to be a big turnoff for the performers."

"OK, I guess."

"Guess nothing. You just hush up and let me finish you off. I don't want to hear another peep out of you. Now bend over and grab the rings again. We're going to do that one more time."

Debbie returned for the second time and led Steve to the shower stall in the opposite corner. She turned the water on and in no time had him lathered up. She held a shower nozzle in one hand and her other hand went quickly over his body. One finger slipped into his ass, then another. Steve jumped a little but didn't say anything. She soaped up his cock and he became semi-erect. Finally, she rinsed him off.

"That's much better."

She toweled him off and Steve was enjoying the ministrations. She gave him a close shave that felt great.

"OK, sit here and let me do your face." She motioned to the padded table in the center of the room.

Steve didn't say anything but his eyes went wide.

Debbie turned around and pulled out a clipboard with a packet of papers. Steve recognized the form he filled out. He clearly saw in his handwriting "doggy style". He blushed to see his fantasy written there and he turned away.

"Now isn't this you, 'Steve Smith'?" She pointed at the two words. "Isn't this what you asked for?"

Steve stared at the floor. "Yes."

"OK, now not another peep. Put this on."

She handed him something like a headband with fuzzy white ears. OK, Steve thought to himself, they're dressing me up in a costume. He thought about it a minute and guessed he could get into it. Debbie did something to his face then put a cardboard mask over it, secured by an elastic band in the back.

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