by T. S. Hill
All that’s left is to tweak the registry and stop some of that auto boot crap the manufacturer gets paid to include. That crap just clutters up your ram and hard drive. Then I want to get everything working good between the digi-cam and the laptop. I’ve already been reading and tinkering with the camera, and this is going to be an awesome setup.
“Hah! I had no idea that I had a computer geek on my hands! Good! Now I won’t have to do all of that. You’re turning out to be a pretty good partner Lori Parsons. I may just have to keep you around!”
“You’d better keep me around, Cowboy! If you try to get rid of me, I may just file a sexual discrimination complaint against you.”, she teased at me.
“How would that be sexual discrimination?”, I asked.
“Because if you got rid of me, you would definitely be discriminating against sex!”, she fired back. I broke out laughing.
“I’ve got to agree one hundred percent with that!”, I said, while getting up from the table. “I’ve got maybe another thirty minutes more of sorting to do, and then I’ll be ready to start photographing the documents.”
“I should be finished with my end by then.”, Lori answered.
“If you get finished before I do, can you set up the tripod and camera by the table?”
“No problem.”
When I returned to the dining and lounge area of the suite, it had been more like an hour, instead of thirty minutes, and Lori had the digi-cam and tripod set up perfectly over the table to begin photographing the documents. I brought them in from the bed room, stack by stack, and we photographed close up documents for the next three and a half hours. By then, we were growing weary of the task, and I proposed a change of scenery.
“What do you say that we take a walk around the block to that little open-air café near the common’s area, and get a light dinner, and then visit the ice cream shop, that’s what, two doors down from there? Then we can sit around the commons and eat the ice cream before we come back here.”
“I like that plan Cowboy, but! I’m thinking about what you said about being spotted by someone from the library, or maybe even titty girl herself.”
“You’ve got a point Sweetheart, but for some reason, I’m feeling that maybe we really don’t have anything to worry about there.”
“What?”, she exclaimed. “Cowboy, I broke the girls nose. I knocked her out. We left her laying in the floor of that conference room, with her blouse open, giant titties exposed, her skirt pulled up around her waist with no panties, and cum in her mouth and all over her face! And, with her nose bleeding! I strode through the lobby with everyone gawking at my torn red panties hanging around my boot! Why wouldn’t we have anything to worry about?”
“I think the girl was affected just like I was. I couldn’t stop myself. Anything that happened, happened. I should have stopped and couldn’t. I would have to take the consequences of whatever the outcome was. I think she was somehow psycho-hypnotized by her sexual drive and couldn’t stop herself any more than I could. I don’t think that she will make an issue of anything that happened as a result of her failure, or inability, to stop.”
“Well, I’m just not seeing this that way. I could have stopped, I just didn’t want to.”
“At the end of the day, Lori, what’s the difference?”
“Good point.”
“Let me ask you something. That first morning in the barn loft, when you dropped your dress, and my towel fell away, and I embraced you from behind, and you asked was I going to rape you, and I said no, then you flipped me down in the hay and straddled me. Once you straddled me and started rubbing your pussy up and down against my belly, could you have stopped, at any point after that?”
“Sure, Cowboy, I could have stopped then or anywhere aft… Aw fuck! Hell no, I couldn’t have stopped. I didn’t! I couldn’t!”
“Thank you! I don’t feel quite so fucking guilty now!”
“What is it exactly that you are feeling guilty about Cowboy?”
“Can we leave now and talk about this later? I’m committed to talking with you about this, but I’ve got to get to the right place, with myself, first, and self-analyze it all a little more first. Is that okay with you?”
“Quite alright!”, Lori answered. “I haven’t even started to self-analyze that event. I’ve got some soul searching to do too. I think we, of course, should work through this together, but maybe we just aren’t quite ready to engage it all in one giant package yet?”
“I think that’s right on target.”, I said. “Anyway, my original point was, is, that I think that library girl is probably thinking about what happened in the same way we are. Getting her nose broke and being knocked out? Just collateral damages.”
“There is one thing about that situation that I wish we had handled differently though, besides my popping titty girl in the face.
“What’s that, Lori?”
“I wish we had set up the digi cam and recorded the whole thing. It could prove what happened. Just in case there’s any problem that comes out of it.”
“Yeah, and it might have helped us figure out why we went as far as we did. I doubt it, but who knows? It would have shown you whopping that girl though.”
“Hell, she was the one that interrupted us! She needed whopping! Maybe we should record our next love making session, so we can figure out why we are doing what we do?”
“I know why we do, what we do! And, I think that you do too.”, I replied.
“Hmm. It still might not hurt to have a look at it.”, Lori replied with a mischievous look in her eyes.
“It could be fun.”, I offered
“Definitely! But you know, I’d give a dollar to see her face when you popped that cum load all over it.”
“I saw that.”
“What did it look like?”
“A cum load hitting her in the face.”, I stated rather flatly.
“Ah come on cowboy!”, she cajoled.
“Really! It looked like a cum load hitting her face.”
“I mean what was her expression?’
“I don’t know. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, real wide. Then when that evidently didn’t work for her, she tilted her head back even further. That seemed to work for her, because that third surge of cum dropped right in there.”
“The next load of splooge landed just on the edge of her mouth, on her tongue, lips, and chin. Then I think she tried to swallow it, because the next surge landed across her lips and chin. She was busy trying to lick that up when you popped her in the nose. At some point in there, I remember her sounding like she was getting choked. But I checked her afterwards and she was breathing okay then.”
“So, she welcomed it then. She actually got pleasure from having that cum load in her face. Cowboy, I think you’re probably right, with what you were saying, about the girl couldn’t stop herself.”
“Yeah, I think I am too.”
“Damn! Cowboy, you cum a lot!” I shrugged my shoulders.
“What can I say? You ready to eat?”
“Let’s go.”
We were out of the hotel, and half way around the block when Lori asked me, “While we were in that room in the library, did titty girl have an orgasm?”
“I don’t think so Lori, but do you really want to know that?”
“Maybe not, but hell yes I do!”
“I saw no evidence of her having an orgasm, but I don’t know what may have happened in her mind after she was unconscious.”, I replied.
“Well, if it was after I knocked her ass out, then I don’t care, because she wouldn’t have known anything about it anyway!”, Lori piped back to me. I didn’t want to touch that, and didn’t comment at all. In fact, neither of us spoke again until we reached the little sidewalk café.
We had a delightful meal of light sandwiches, side relishes, and chips, all washed down with our habitual bottled water. During our meal, we were entertained watching a teenaged couple, a few tables over from us, obviously ou
t on a date, and performing the ritual dances of trying to impress each other, without being obvious. In between these, meant to be subtle, overtures, physical clues emerged to tell us the story of how well their courting ritual was really going.
“He ain’t getting laid tonight.”, Lori said just after the couple had walked away from earshot.
“Nope.”, I chimed in. “But I’d give him even odds for tomorrow night. And probably seventy five percent for the next night.”
“Unless she starts her period.”, Lori responded.
“Even then I’d give him a pretty good chance of either getting a blow job, or a piece of ass.”, I replied.
“Blow job, maybe.”, Lori speculated. “She’s to yuppie to be ready, just yet, to take it up the ass though.”
“How can you tell?”, I asked.
“The shoes.”, Lori responded in a self-assured tone.
“What kind of shoes did she have on?”
“Men! If you had noticed that, then you would have known what I know!”, she chastised me.
“Well, what kind of shoes were they?”
“They weren’t fucking cowboy boots! That’s all you need to know right now Cowboy! If I tell you too much, you could become dangerous.”
“Does that have something to do with that library girl being so mesmerized with me?”
“Like I said, you could become dangerous.”
“How do you know that I wasn’t already dangerous before you met me?”
“You were, Cowboy! You were. I just don’t need to make you any more dangerous. It would be a sin against my own sex, and contrary to my own selfish interest.”
“Time for a serious inquiry to possibly add a little light on a dark area. Okay?”
“Shoot, Cowboy.”, Lori replied.
“It bothered you that the library girl seemed to enjoy catching my cum load in her face, and obviously, wanted it in her mouth. She was even eager to lick it off of her own face. You must have thought that it would be offensive to her, and that’s why you aimed it that way. Do you want to address that, in context to what you would feel like catching my cum load in your face?”
“Ah, shit! That’s an easy answer. I misjudged, that’s all.”, Lori replied and then fell silent.
“How so? Please explain.”
“Aw, shit! You would be really dangerous if you had a fucking clue! Well, even though it may be a sin against my own sex to tell you anything that gives you a clue, I’m going to answer this question for you, because we agreed to answer all questions between us. You’ve got to promise Cowboy, to not share this with any other males, period.
“Okay. Not even my Buddy Al. I swear!”
“Okay. Well, to start with, the girl had fucking Mary Janes on her feet. Those are Little Miss Goody Two Shoes, shoes. Little Miss Goody Two Shoes never take cum in the face willingly. They think cum is nasty, and only a necessary evil for making babies. They are incapable of even conceiving what wonderful stuff cum really is, and how it can be used to convey various things like ecstasy, submission, dominance, acceptance, love, possessiveness, giving, claiming territory, and a whole host of other primitive, and not so primitive, sociological bull shit, that is just glorious stuff! Serious stuff! Good stuff! They don’t even comprehend.
They can’t comprehend. Because, the Little Miss Goody Two Shoes, are too damn convinced that the whole fucking world revolves around what they think and feel. They are afraid of males and have a revulsion for goo of any kind. They only want to fuck a male to possess him! There is no other reason in the whole world besides reproduction, for a Little Miss Goody Two Shoes to fuck a man, except to let her think that she owns him. Little Miss Goody Two Shoes has no desire to be a woman at all. She wants to be a princess.
A princess doesn’t desire men, she tolerates them. She doesn’t believe in stooping to take cum in any manner, except with one male, that she confers the honor upon, to father a child for her. Otherwise, she wants no part of cum ever again, anywhere, anytime, or anyplace. To put it in a nut shell, she is a cold, self-centered, loveless, conceited, narcissistic, bitch! Ever known anyone like that Cowboy?”
“As a matter of fact, I have. Had friends marry some of them actually. Didn’t end well. And they were still young when it didn’t end well. Horrible thing! So, this girl had on Mary Janes, which are Goody Two Shoes, but she wasn’t a Goody Two Shoes?”
“Exactly! Every once in a while, and actually more often than you would think, a girl raised as a princess, gets fucked and likes it! Imagine that! Then she loses the princess attitude really fast. In fact, the more she fucks, the faster she loses it.”
“But there are those former princesses, most of them actually, that don’t want to let Daddy and Mommy, and especially Daddy, know that they reject the whole princess bull shit. Because, it would involve lots of monetary rewards being withheld, and parental withholding of love and affection; loss of, new cars, clothes, social standing, and a whole lotta other psychobabble, sick, bull shit!” Lori finally took a deep breath and then continued.
“So! They keep up the appearance of being a princess for Daddy, and sometimes Mommy. Occasionally, Mommy is an underground, former, princess herself, and fully understands and supports, the daughter in her clandestine womanhood. But if the Mommy is still a princess herself, and it becomes known that little princess has thrown off the shackles of princess-hood, then she runs the risk of being completely disowned by her parents. Am I making sense so far Cowboy?”
“Actually, you are making so much sense, that a whole lot of my past is just now starting to make sense. Please! Continue!”
“Well a clandestine princess will continue to talk the talk, and dress the part, but in secret they do not walk the walk. Publicly they may appear to be, dating the right guy, going to the country club dance, even refusing heavy petting with their “official” boyfriend, but then fucking the brains out of multiple other guys when they think they can get away with it.
Sometimes they wind up with the “bad boy syndrome”, but sometimes not. That’s a whole other area of psychobabble! Anyway, these clandestine princesses, they leave the house dressed one way in the morning, and appear somewhere else looking completely different. Some of them just make wardrobe adjustments, while some of them have completely separate wardrobes for places where they are out of the parent’s sight.
Bottom line; this girl was a clandestine princess, trying to escape her goody two shoes hell. Obviously, she changes out her, much longer I’m sure, skirt that she leaves home in, for a short one, and then back again before she returns home. The same with her bra, taking it off when she gets to work, and putting it back on before she goes home.
I figure that she either hadn’t gotten around to swapping shoes on the way to work yet, or she just couldn’t afford it yet. Or, who knows? She may have found that the shoes she had were comfortable, and have been getting laid regular anyway, so… You know? What the fuck?”
“Okay.”, “I’m still not getting, how if you knew all of this to be true, that you missed the call on this girl so badly.”
“It was the damn shoes, Cowboy! What did you notice first about her? Her tits! Right?”
“Honestly? Yep! Then after that my eyes sorta...”
“Never mind after the tits. The tits got your eyes, and that drove your attention. Well, as a reformed princess myself, I know that your hot body got her attention first, followed by your pretty face, and eyes, and then your body language, and finally, your hands and feet and eyes.”
“I’m not going to ask for an explanation for all of that right now. Just keep moving about the princess syndrome.”
“You noticed her tits! Her loose tits! Her braless, mammoth tits! I noticed the damn shoes! Women look at fashion. Men look at tits!”
“Well there’s ass, and legs, and eyes, and lips, and total face, and, well yeah! There’s tits!”, I replied. “So, you told all of this to me, to explain that, I looked at her tits, and you looked at her shoes, and that’s why she
wanted me to cum in her face, but right then, at the time, you didn’t get it?”
She glared at me, and then said, “Cowboy, if we weren’t in public, right now, I’d slap the shit out of you!”
“I’m just poking at you Lori!”, I said, and then pinched the back of her thigh from under the table.
“Ow! Son of a bitch Cowboy! I might like a little pain after I’m turned on, but not before!” The old white-haired couple a few tables over from us, turned and looked at us, smiling. I didn’t know if they were deaf, and didn’t understand what they heard, or if maybe the old lady was a reformed princess herself.
“Please Lorie, finish?”
“Okay. Just don’t fucking pinch me. Well, not here anyway. Maybe someplace else, after, you know…”. Chuckling, I asked her to go on with what she had to tell me.
“Very well. I think part of what you were asking also Cowboy, in an implied way, was how I felt about cum in the face.” She arched an eyebrow, which I took to mean, that she expected an answer to her implied question. So, I gave it.
“So how do you feel about cum period Lori? I don’t want to limit this to just your face, but how do you feel about it anywhere?”
“When it’s your cum? I fucking love it! On my face, in my mouth, my pussy, my ass, on my tits, my tummy, my ass cheeks, anywhere on me, except in my eyes. Cum in the eyes, for some reason, can sometimes burn like hell. Other men’s cum? They have no fucking right! Maybe if I weren’t a former princess myself, then I might love everybody’s cum. But coming from where I do… Heh, that’s a little pun, huh? Anyway, I’m a one-man woman, and being the alpha male that you are, I doubt you would tolerate another man’s cum on me.”
“Damn right, I wouldn’t!”, I retorted.
“That’s what I said. Anyway, titty girl, obviously hasn’t become locked on to just one man yet. You were attractive to her, so her newly unleashed sexuality just happened to want you. That was it. Not to knock your dick in the dirt or anything, but she was like a kid spotting a piece of candy in the store, she wanted you right there and then.
Tomorrow it would have been another piece, in another store. Eventually she would get that worked out though, and reach a fork, where she chose to fuck everything in her path, or she would click with Mr. Right, which pretty much ends the whole princess cycle. I got lucky. There was porn, then the restaurant salesman, and then I met you. That pretty much put an end to my princess cycle. Getting raped? I refuse to let that count for anything.
