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The Melinda 109: A Little Shop Story

PART ONE

"I can't believe it's here!" Webb said excitedly. Soapy shook his head, as Plato and Cato dismembered the packing case, and pulled Melinda 109 out. She was something--five seven or maybe five eight inches tall. Blonde. Icy sapphire eyes. Beautiful face, much like Mary Hart from Entertainment Tonight, but with much fuller lips. And Melinda 109 was dressed in a snug turtleneck, a miniskirt and high heels on the long legs.

"Oh she's beautiful" Webb said, his erection poking through his pants. "Does-does she dress like that all the time?" Soapy fished a manual out. "No, the 109 has about seven different outfits. And she can change her own clothes, as well as looking after your interests. There's a suitcase with her, and it's got a leather outfit, and a cocktail dress, and some rubber stuff."

Cato grinned, a big, black grin with gleaming white teeth, and took out the remote control. Clicking it, suddenly Melinda spoke. "You're a bad boy, Webb. Take your pants down and bring me the hairbrush." Cato and Plato roared. "She got yo' number, Mist' Cleary!" Webb blushed. Her head swiveled around, looking at all the men, and Soapy sighed and gestured to the blacks to pick up the packing case.

Melinda 109 stepped over the Styrofoam peanuts crapping up the floor and clicked her heels as she walked over to Soapy and Webb. Her head turned to Soapy. "Melinda 109 is back, Mister Soaperstein. I have been programmed to dominate Webb Cleary." Soapy gestured to Webb. "This is Webb Cleary, Melinda. I hope you've gotten a decent overhaul up there."

The robot smiled, and Webb gasped. "I have improved, yes Mister Soaperstein. My fingers can move now" Both men looked down at Melinda 109's right hand. She picked up a small dildo from a display table and began massaging it. "I can give Webb a severe teasing without allowing orgasm." The manicured fingers were incredible.

Melinda 109 dropped the dildo back on the display table. "I can also give Webb a mild Number One thrashing, a moderate Number Two Thrashing or a severe Number Three thrashing, based on what he programs into the remote control." Melinda 109 drummed her tin fingernails on the counter as her head swiveled and she looked directly at Webb. "Whatever he needs."

"Watch the number #3" Plato called as they walked back downstairs. "That's the one where she whip you til she smells blood."

"Webb, dude, you really can get out of this with your deposit back if you want." Soapy said. "Melinda is a lot to deal with...at least if you have her as a submissive, you won't get hurt, but..."

Melinda 109 smiled.

"As a submissive, I can perform orally for hours, and my bare bottom will produce real welts that do not disappear for twenty-four hours after a thrashing...and my nipples can be tweaked and will support weights up to ten pounds."

Melinda's head swiveled to look sharply at Webb. "My electronic clitoris plays like a video game. If I don't register three orgasms from your tongue, the punishment will be quite arduous." Webb began panting. Soapy sighed again. No one noticed the woman staring from across the store, near the riding crop closet.

There was Melinda 109, available to a new renter, Jesus, Serena thought. The poor guy probably had to mortgage his house to get a month of Melinda, he doesn't look rich.

Serena was a commodities investment analyst, well off, and even she had been a bit amazed at Melinda's thousand--a week price. But, she?d thought she could use a little company, a little discipline in the house when she'd rented Melinda from the Little Shop a year ago, before they hired that ex-junkie Soaperstein to manage the joint.

The first few nights, she'd enjoyed being stripped naked and humiliated by the clothed robot, taking harsh hairbrush whippings and then licking between Melinda 109's metallic thighs.

When Serena needed a quiet night or friends were coming over to watch "My Name's Earl" and have a few Long Island Iced Teas, she could just click the remote on "off" and put 109 into the closet for an evening...

Melinda didn't mind. In fact one night after the last friend left, Serena was feeling a little lonely, and clicked the remote, and out came Melinda 109, clicking on her heels. "The kitchen floor is filthy." she'd said in her mechanical staccato. "Strip and scrub it with your teeth."

Serena had spent from one to three a.m. alternately waxing the house floors and hiding from Melinda's whooshing cane, which clipped Serena's sagging butt whenever she slowed in the cleaning.

When Serena was sufficiently blistered, she sneaked over to the remote clicked it "off" again, locked up Melinda 109 and had a feverish twenty minutes with her vibrator.

It had been such a perfect relationship, until Serena's toddler nephew had dropped the remote in the toilet on Thanksgiving, and then it had never worked right again. When Serena next summoned Melinda from the closet...oh God.

She'd just wanted a nice Sunday afternoon humiliating panties down bedroom-slipper paddling over Melinda 109's knee, followed by corner time, and instead Melinda had marched out of the closet, ripped Serena's clothes off, and then all hell had broken loose.

Melinda had shrieked at Serena, and bound her hands behind her with piano wire. (Where had the robot found piano wire? Had she temped for the Mafia?) Then Melinda had severely caned Serena's 32 C breasts, before pushing 23 thumbtacks in Serena's sensitive areolas.

Then, Melinda had dropped her skirt and pulled her panties down, and, before Serena's startled eyes, Melinda's twat had opened, and a long dick came out. Melinda was also a transsexual! Melinda 109 had grabbed Serena by the hair and...well, at least the semen was made of condensed milk, which was sweet.

After that ordeal was over, Melinda 109 "boxed" Serena's ears and said. "Now I'm going to drive my stiletto into your pussy!" The robot was so strong! Serena had run downstairs and come back with a crowbar, which she'd bashed in the back of Melinda 109's head, repeatedly.

Melinda had fallen over, and Serena had run around to the other side and whacked Melinda again, but the mistake Serena made was...Melinda 109's brain was not in her head...but in her stomach.

And so the robot rose once more!

Because the crowbar had caved in 109?s head but, like the Energizer Bunny, on it went. Melinda 109, metallic face bashed in, had grabbed Serena by the shoulders and told her ?I?m going to make you into a tranny slut, boy!?

Serena screamed at Melinda that since she was a woman-born woman, this was impossible, and continued to frantically click the remote. but 109 dragged Serena into the bedroom by her hair and forced her in a chair and rubbed garish lipstick all over Serena?s face.

The robot? then went to shoving a blond wig on top of Serena?s brunette locks, and while 109 turned to the lingerie drawer, Serena had jumped out of the window, falling in the rose bushes before she?d run to a neighbors and called the Dedham County cops.

The cops had stared at her rather peculiarly, (what an explanation) before going into the house and gunning Melinda down. (But not before she?d ripped down the pants and caned Badge No # 093248; and twisted Detective Kauser?s nipples )

The Little Shop had settled out of court with a very generous gift certificate?much of which Serena had spent already. And of course she was now in the shop after a riding crop that her new, HUMAN Mistress could use on her.

Sixty-two year Esme wasn?t beautiful like Melinda, and her butt was way too big (not fun for Serena to rim). Often Esme wasn?t in the mood?and her canings were tepid. But when Serena said ?stop? Esme stopped, and that was good enough. But Serena looked at Melinda 109 with an intensity, and had to squelch out of the Little Shop with dampened panties.

Back at the counter, Webb and Soapy were going over payment details, and Melinda 109 surveyed the scene. The Little Shop was just as it had been before. She looked at Soaperstein, the manager.

Data? Ponsonby Aurelius "Soapy" Soaperstein, five foot nine, 165 pounds, born St. Luke's Hospital in Chattahoochee, Georgia, 4/10/65, minor public education ending with expulsion for selling Percodan pills at Bell Vocational High 5/3/78.

First interest in opiates after receiving Demerol for childhood earache; arrested for breaking into People's Drugstore in Washington, D.C. for codeine pills 7/6/79; given probation; arrested 8/23/79 for forging Morphine prescriptions in Bethesda, Maryland; sent to Maryland State Training School for Boys; served eleven months, Married Lori Ann Minsk 9/19/82, one child; marriage annulled by Minsk's parents.

Soaperstein charged with looting sister's trust fund, 1/24/83; charges dropped by parents, then arrested 5/9/83 for selling codeine at Alexandria, Virginia Boy Scout Jamboree, judge sent him to the US Navy, Section 8 discharge ten days later for opium smoking.

Soaperstein's next twenty years was punctuated by three more marriages, fifty-two drug arrests, thirty-three convictions, and five trips through the Northern New Hampshire Correctional Facility.

This before Jonas Tamulevich, parole board member, had arranged Soaperstein's release with the understanding that he work at the Little Shop, which Tamulevich owned with his brother, Judah.

Melinda 109 turned her gaze on Webb Lionel Haskins. This was the client. Data? Born 4/14/61 in Venice Italy, while parents in Foreign Service.

?In Lima Peru in 1980, parents came upon young Webb Haskins being whipped by maid with carpet sweeper. Maid was imprisoned, and Webb Haskins sent to psychiatrist.

In 3/12/78, Haskins suspended from Choate PreparatorySchool for stealing underclothes from girl's dormitory, sent to McLean (mental) hospital in Belmont,Massachusetts, six months.

?Then Webb graduated from Rye CountryDay School in Rye,New York, 6/14/78 and Princeton

University, 5/28/82, London School of Economics, 6/8/83,Cornell Law School 6/9/86.

While Webb Haskins was in London, he visited Mistress Tymothea of Cheapside, and received enemas, corner time and many cane thrashings. While at CornellLaw School, Haskins was under care of Goddess Monetta of Ithaca, New York, who had Haskins dress as a female prostitute and fellate men at trades bars in Dryden, New York.

Married Glynnis Purchell, owner of Purchell Department Stores, 7/8/82, divorced 5/2/96, three children. Wife charged Haskins with "unnatural desires" Mistress Satania of Portsmouth, NewHampshire was co-respondent in divorce proceedings.

Webb Haskins has been a Circuit Court Judge in Concord since 4/16/93, seen variety of Mistresses, but evinces discontent, wants permanent arrangement. Renting Melinda 109 for ninety days at $1,000 per day. Needs? Infantilism, corporal punishment, general abuse and maltreatment.

Melinda smiled.

Soapy wasn?t so sure about Melinda 109, as he watched Webb holding the mechanical woman?s hand, gazing into the glass eyes with some kind of joy.

The first week out of prison, Tamulevich, the Little Shop owner, had been giving Soapy training, so Soapy could run the place while Tamulevich opened yet another Little Shop in Boston. Perversion travels, Soapy had thought bitterly.

All of a sudden, the Little Shop door rang and a tall, attractive blonde clicked in with high heels, accompanied by a short, pudgy fellow in a business raincoat. Soapy?s eyes widened a bit, as he thought perhaps the fat little guy was wearing high heels, too. Soapy shouldn?t have left his bifocals in the cell back at Northern NH Correctional.

?Good morning, Mr. Tamulevich? the blonde said as the two approached the counter. ?I am returning, the fortnight with Randolph went well.? The little man looked sincerely at Tamulevich. ?Oh, Judah, I just wish the time had been longer, but my credit rating isn?t that good.?

Tamulevich smiled widely. ?Well, Mr. Whitman, whenever you can afford to have ze Melinda back, you know she?d love to come back for a visit. And remember, you can have half-hour visits weet her here at ze Little Shop for only $300 per hour.?

Soapy looked askance at Tamulevich. Here was the brother of the parole board member who had effectively extorted Soapy to work at this pervert store job (not that Soapy?d ever enjoyed working much of anywhere) as the price of getting out of? Northern NH Correctional.

Was Judah Tamulvevich a pimp, too? Soapy had once unsuccessfully tried to convince his Aunt Maude to peddle ass for him after she?d had a face-lift, so he wasn?t judging but?

Tamulevich, correctly interpreting Soapy?s astonishment, snorted. ?No no, jailbird. Oi veh, the day I dehumanize and exploit a real woman by having her hook for me, no.? Tamulevich gestured to Melinda 109. ?Melinda, show him your chest.?

Soapy blushed as Melinda 109 unzipped her halter top, exposing beautiful, if a bit stiff breasts, and as she pressed a button on her right nipple, both breasts opened up to show a variety of batteries and wires where? a woman?s rib cage would be. Soapy felt somewhat faint, and ate a Tuinal he had been palming.

?You see, Soaperstein?? Tamulevich said proudly, as Melinda snapped her tits back in place and zipped up her halter top. ?Mein oldest son, Professor Jonathan Tamulevich invented ze Melinda 109, and she is making us a fortune.?

?Oh, Miss Melinda? the pudgy Randolph Whitman said simperingly. ?I?ve never seen your inner transmission before. It?s quite attractive.? SLAP!

Whitman fell to the floor as Melinda 109?s palm grazed his cheek. As the little man got up, his lip bleeding, Melinda 109 said, ?I never even let you see my bare breasts, because you?re such a wussie.

All you were allowed to see was my lingerie bikini top while I was masturbating you?You will have to earn the right to see my breasts when you rent me next time. So sell your father?s Bentley! Now, Randy, I order you to open your trench coat and show Mr. Tamulevich and Mr. Soaperstein your shame.?

The little pudgy man looked pleadingly at his dominant android. ?Please, not that, Miss Melinda, not now.? He stepped back, and Soapy noticed that indeed Whitman was wearing high heels under the normal male trench coat.

Tamulevich turned to the trembling trench coat pervert. ?That?s all right, Mr. Whitman. Just give me the remote clicker and I will turn Melinda off for you, and you can go home.?

Randy looked terrified. ?I-I gave the remote to Melinda 109, Judah. She?s in charge.?

Tamulevich shook his head. ?That was stupid meshugennah thing to do, Whitman. Only other remote is downstairs, in storeroom near Kennel. I cannot control??

Melinda laughed a throaty, iron chuckle. ?Calm down Mr. Tamulevich. Melinda 109 will surrender the remote control to you after Randy does as he?s told. Must I strip you myself, Randy, in this store where I have hundreds of whips and chains within reach??

Soapy had coughed, as he remembered that he had not yet gone to the Methadone Maintenance this morning. This was a helluva lot to take, even with a Tuinal down his throat. If there aren?t enough feminist bitches in the world, they make them now outta ROBOTS?

Finally, with tears running down his face, Randy Whitman opened up his trench coat revealing that he was wearing only a pair of long johns with the crotch cut out of them, and his stiff dick was hanging there, dripping. The long johns were also cut off at the knee, and beneath them were indeed short stockings and high heels.

Suddenly Melinda 109 had grabbed a cane off the display counter. WHACK! The cane bounced off Randolph?s dick and the little man had burst into tears. ?That was for giving me such a hard time, Randolph. Get home and work on selling your father?s Bentley.?

The little man had scurried off, and Melinda 109 had walked to a metal dolly cart and stood on it, before holding out the remote control, which Tamulevich had clicked off.

?Now, Soaperstein, get your lazy tuchus up and wheel Melinda into the storage closet, and attach jumper cables from large battery you will find there.?

And Soapy thought he'd seen the last of Melinda when he shut the storeroom door on her...but no chance of that.

Soapy?s next interaction with Melinda 109 was the next day-- when he was cleaning out the storeroom. Melinda was propped by the door, and when he nudged her to pick up a discarded video box (?DETROIT HALF-SMOKE BOFFS THE HUMAN BIDET?) Melinda came to life, scaring the shit out of him.

?Bad mistake, clerk boy? Melinda said as she stood up straight, knocking the broom out of Soapy?s hands. ?You turned me on, so to speak.?

Melinda 109?s clear blue glass eyes were boring through Soapy as her fingers unbuckled his pants and dragged them down.

?G-get the fuck away from me, you freaky appliance.? Soapy stammered, trying to get out of Melinda?s way, but her right hand grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back, reaching over and pulling his other arm there too.

Soapy struggled, but the robot?s strength was incredible. Melinda 109?s left hand ripped Soapy?s Fruit of the Looms off and she took his penis in her fingers.

?As a contrast to the iron grip of the right hand, Melinda 109?s left hand? went silky soft, Soapy could feel the steel fingers becoming foamy. As he looked down unbelievingly, lube squirted out of her fingertips

?Ever been teased, clerk-boy?? Melinda?s breasts rubbed against Soapy?s narrow chest, and her slippery metal fingers began tickling his balls and massaging the large purple vein on Soapy?s under shaft.

How was this possible that she could touch his balls and his cock?

Soapy stared at her fingers, which grew longer and longer, as if she had drunk Alice-in-Wonderland?s magic formula?

This was the hand job from outer space, man. But Soapy was having a hard time resisting, as the fingers were now feeling like velvet as they expertly massaged his cock, rubbing faster and then slowing in an almost perfect alternate.

In Soapy?s experience, when girls gave hand jobs eventually their hands got tired, but Melinda 109?s hands just kept going and Soapy?s groin began trembling as he approached orgasm.

As Soapy began panting and gasping, Melinda?s fingers went faster and more lube shot out of the tips. Melinda 109?s boobs rubbed against Soapy?s chest again, and she smiled.

?You think you?re so superior to the perverts who come into the Little Shop, clerk-boy, but in my opinion you?re just shut off from the real world, you know that??

?You hide behind your needle and your provincial opinions?.? Melinda 109?s lovely fingers tugged Soapy?s foreskin, while her thumb bounced against the shaft rhythmically, like a tiny metronome.

?You think you?re superior to poor fucks like Randy, who is addicted to high heeled shoes and girls that hit him?so superior.?

?Melinda leaned her head to Soapy?s ear and she blew air in his ear, deep from her chassis, and Soapy realized it was like putting your head next to a small air conditioner.

?Don?t you know, clerk-boy, that I?m more of a woman than any of those flesh-and-blood barroom skanks you pick up at the shooting galleries??

Melinda?s breasts rubbed against Soapy, and he leaned down and Melinda shoved his head between her huge breasts, which began expanding, getting larger from a 32C to a 44DD as his head bobbed happily between the perfumed orbs.

??I know all about you, Soaperstein, that you skim from the till, that you?re still getting high every day?Jonas and Judah know it too, but they don?t care as most of the business is credit and since you?re a druggie, you don?t creep out the customers?heroin is so much more interesting than reality, eh, Soaperstein??

And it was?Soapy recalled that his previous parole had only lasted twenty minutes because he?d begun shooting Dilaudid in the bathroom of the train taking him away from prison?and he?d opened the door and fallen into the lap of a vacationing police sergeant.

Soapy was a heroin aficionado?it was sad?but he wasn?t thinking about heroin now!

No sir. This was really something, Soapy thought. Soapy felt Melinda 109?s fingers rubbing faster and faster, giving him a hand job like he?d never experienced, and he again tried desperately not to care, she was, after all just an automaton, but in a way so was he, right?

109 kept tickling Soapy?s testicles, rubbing her metal fingers gently on the underside of his cock, and as he got more and more excited, he felt his cock getting harder, and his legs trembling.

Suddenly, Melinda?s fingers began stroking slower and Soapy frustratedly realized that she?d cheated him of a chance at an orgasm. This must be the all so important tease denial, right?

?C?mon android, let me cum, honey.? Melinda 109 ignored him and just kept rubbing her fingers on his cock. By this time, Soapy had dislodged his head from her full breasts and they?d shrunk back to 32C again.

?Look, Melinda, let me go or let me shoot, this is ridiculous?you?re like a R2D2 whore or something.? Suddenly Melinda?s glass eyes narrowed.

WHACK! Suddenly Melinda?s metal mitt pulled away from Soapy?s dick and she bitch slapped him two or three times, before genuflecting. Melinda 109 then threw Soapy across her knee and began whacking his bare ass again and again until he began howling.

??Who do you think you are, Soaperstein? You?re just a pitiful creature and you make me sick!? Suddenly Soapy reached around behind Melinda and flicked a switch behind her head and she stopped in mid motion, and Soapy struggled out from her knee and moved away as fast as possible.

Leaving the storeroom, he?d gone to a shooting gallery as soon as possible and spent the rest of the day high and drunk.

A week or so later, a largish muscled and tattooed bald man stalked into the Little Shop, and Tamulevich looked up at him. ?Hello, Mr. Gridwell. I assume you have the money?? The bald man grinned, and Soapy, surreptitiously snorting a bit of crushed Oxycontin in the bookstore section, noted only three teeth.

?Yeah, here you go, Mr. Tamulevich. Took me eight months to come up with it.? The bald man opened a briefcase filled with green bills. ?Four thousand for the damages, seven to rent her again for six weeks.?

Tamulevich counted the bills quickly, and looked at Gridwell severely. ?You have learned, I assume, that Melinda rusts in the rain. Do not do that again. My brother was quite irritated at the repair work.?

?Well, she didn?t tell me nothin? like that, and I ordered her to kneel in da back yard for punishment.

?I done that to my wife and kids, made ?em take off all their clothes and stand in d? rain, nuttin? happened.? The big man shook his head. ?You wouldn?t believe it, Georgette got feminism or an attitude or some?pin and she and da kids moved out dis year.?

Soapy came out of the book section, scratching his head, as Tamulevich went to the storeroom.? ?Gridwell? From Anger Management class in Manchester, right?? Soapy had been sent there by his last wife after his daughter had poured Kool-Aid on his stash.

?Oh, hi, Soapy, how you doing? I was just up at New Hampshire Correctional for aggravated assault onna meter maid an? dey told me you useta have the cell next door.? Gridwell smiled pleasantly.

?You know, Gridwell, Melinda 109?s kind of a bitch?you sure you want her?? Soapy couldn?t imagine the hulking man putting up with all that Randolph Whitman had.

?Oh no, Melly?s a real sweetheart.? Gridwell said, smiling.

There was a noise, and behind them Mr. Tamulevich came out, accompanied by Melinda 109. But now the severe blond bun had been dismantled, and instead Melinda?s blonde tresses were in curling ringlets on both sides of her head.

?Melinda had discarded the halter top leather miniskirt and high heels that Soapy had last seen her in, and was now clad in a short ruffled pink dress, designed, Soapy might think, for a girl of eight back in 1939.

Melinda carried a parasol in one hand and a Raggedy Ann doll in the other...

She looked like Shirley temple, but with huge knockers and long legs, with her feet in white knee socks and black patent leather Mary Janes. As Soapy watched, Melinda skipped gaily up to Gridwell.

?Hi, Uncle Oscar! Uncle Judah says I can come stay at your house again for a month, oh boy. I can?t wait to suck on your big lollipop again!?

Melinda jumped up and down, and despite looking rather light on her feet, the weight of a metal robot?s bounce made everything jiggle, and the nipple clamp bulletin board fell to the floor.

Gridwell smiled indulgently, until he saw the mess of the nipple clamps, which Soapy went over to clean up. ?You?re making messes again.? Soapy turned to watch Gridwell?s face burn with rage. ?Why are you such a clumsy girl?? Gridwell slapped Melinda?s face, and then sucked his hand, as he?d forgotten what her face was made out of.

Tamulevich said hurriedly, ?You can use a cane if you like, Gridwell, her butt is foam as you know.? Melinda was now looking at the floor, and wet drops of salt water were falling out of her eyes. Not quite down her cheeks; Jonathan Tamulevich hadn?t quite gotten that right yet.

Gridwell grabbed a cane and came back over to Melinda. "You're a bad, bad girl, and you're going to have to be punished!" Melinda 109 looked sadly at Gridwell, her plastic lower lip trembling.

"H-here, Uncle Oscar, in front of all these people, Uncle Judah and Uncle Soapy?" There was a clatter of nipple clamps dropping behind her.

Gridwell showed his teeth, and whacked the bamboo in his hand. "That's right, and you're gonna bend over that counter and pull down your pants, an' at home I'm gonna hang you by your tits, you little bitch!"

Melinda 109 began crying more, and "Uncle Soapy" was afraid he might have to get a mop. It should be my constitutional right to shoot dope working here, he thought.

"I'm a big girl, and I'm so ashamed." Melinda said, and she lay over the counter, pulling up her skirt and edging down her panties.

Even Soapy had to admit she had a beautiful ass, and he winced as Gridwell whacked the shit out of it with the bamboo, before taking a bullwhip that Tamulevich handed him.

Gridwell hit Melinda 109 for nearly half an hour, ignoring customers coming in, by passers, etc., and then he took the remote, clicked her off, and threw her over his shoulder, her panties around her ankles.

"You got her suitcase with the schoolgirl outfit and the footie Dr. Denton pajamas?" Gridwell demanded.

After "they" left, Soapy had staggered off to Methadone Maintenance, wondering if he'd lost his mind somehow.

TO BE CONTINUED

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The Melinda 109: A Little Shop Story

PART ONE

"I can't believe it's here!" Webb said excitedly. Soapy shook his head, as Plato and Cato dismembered the packing case, and pulled Melinda 109 out. She was something--five seven or maybe five eight inches tall. Blonde. Icy sapphire eyes. Beautiful face, much like Mary Hart from Entertainment Tonight, but with much fuller lips. And Melinda 109 was dressed in a snug turtleneck, a miniskirt and high heels on the long legs.

"Oh she's beautiful" Webb said, his erection poking through his pants. "Does-does she dress like that all the time?" Soapy fished a manual out. "No, the 109 has about seven different outfits. And she can change her own clothes, as well as looking after your interests. There's a suitcase with her, and it's got a leather outfit, and a cocktail dress, and some rubber stuff."

Cato grinned, a big, black grin with gleaming white teeth, and took out the remote control. Clicking it, suddenly Melinda spoke. "You're a bad boy, Webb. Take your pants down and bring me the hairbrush." Cato and Plato roared. "She got yo' number, Mist' Cleary!" Webb blushed. Her head swiveled around, looking at all the men, and Soapy sighed and gestured to the blacks to pick up the packing case.

Melinda 109 stepped over the Styrofoam peanuts crapping up the floor and clicked her heels as she walked over to Soapy and Webb. Her head turned to Soapy. "Melinda 109 is back, Mister Soaperstein. I have been programmed to dominate Webb Cleary." Soapy gestured to Webb. "This is Webb Cleary, Melinda. I hope you've gotten a decent overhaul up there."

The robot smiled, and Webb gasped. "I have improved, yes Mister Soaperstein. My fingers can move now" Both men looked down at Melinda 109's right hand. She picked up a small dildo from a display table and began massaging it. "I can give Webb a severe teasing without allowing orgasm." The manicured fingers were incredible.

Melinda 109 dropped the dildo back on the display table. "I can also give Webb a mild Number One thrashing, a moderate Number Two Thrashing or a severe Number Three thrashing, based on what he programs into the remote control." Melinda 109 drummed her tin fingernails on the counter as her head swiveled and she looked directly at Webb. "Whatever he needs."

"Watch the number #3" Plato called as they walked back downstairs. "That's the one where she whip you til she smells blood."

"Webb, dude, you really can get out of this with your deposit back if you want." Soapy said. "Melinda is a lot to deal with...at least if you have her as a submissive, you won't get hurt, but..."

Melinda 109 smiled.

"As a submissive, I can perform orally for hours, and my bare bottom will produce real welts that do not disappear for twenty-four hours after a thrashing...and my nipples can be tweaked and will support weights up to ten pounds."

Melinda's head swiveled to look sharply at Webb. "My electronic clitoris plays like a video game. If I don't register three orgasms from your tongue, the punishment will be quite arduous." Webb began panting. Soapy sighed again. No one noticed the woman staring from across the store, near the riding crop closet.

There was Melinda 109, available to a new renter, Jesus, Serena thought. The poor guy probably had to mortgage his house to get a month of Melinda, he doesn't look rich.

Serena was a commodities investment analyst, well off, and even she had been a bit amazed at Melinda's thousand--a week price. But, she?d thought she could use a little company, a little discipline in the house when she'd rented Melinda from the Little Shop a year ago, before they hired that ex-junkie Soaperstein to manage the joint.

The first few nights, she'd enjoyed being stripped naked and humiliated by the clothed robot, taking harsh hairbrush whippings and then licking between Melinda 109's metallic thighs.

When Serena needed a quiet night or friends were coming over to watch "My Name's Earl" and have a few Long Island Iced Teas, she could just click the remote on "off" and put 109 into the closet for an evening...

Melinda didn't mind. In fact one night after the last friend left, Serena was feeling a little lonely, and clicked the remote, and out came Melinda 109, clicking on her heels. "The kitchen floor is filthy." she'd said in her mechanical staccato. "Strip and scrub it with your teeth."

Serena had spent from one to three a.m. alternately waxing the house floors and hiding from Melinda's whooshing cane, which clipped Serena's sagging butt whenever she slowed in the cleaning.

When Serena was sufficiently blistered, she sneaked over to the remote clicked it "off" again, locked up Melinda 109 and had a feverish twenty minutes with her vibrator.

It had been such a perfect relationship, until Serena's toddler nephew had dropped the remote in the toilet on Thanksgiving, and then it had never worked right again. When Serena next summoned Melinda from the closet...oh God.

She'd just wanted a nice Sunday afternoon humiliating panties down bedroom-slipper paddling over Melinda 109's knee, followed by corner time, and instead Melinda had marched out of the closet, ripped Serena's clothes off, and then all hell had broken loose.

Melinda had shrieked at Serena, and bound her hands behind her with piano wire. (Where had the robot found piano wire? Had she temped for the Mafia?) Then Melinda had severely caned Serena's 32 C breasts, before pushing 23 thumbtacks in Serena's sensitive areolas.

Then, Melinda had dropped her skirt and pulled her panties down, and, before Serena's startled eyes, Melinda's twat had opened, and a long dick came out. Melinda was also a transsexual! Melinda 109 had grabbed Serena by the hair and...well, at least the semen was made of condensed milk, which was sweet.

After that ordeal was over, Melinda 109 "boxed" Serena's ears and said. "Now I'm going to drive my stiletto into your pussy!" The robot was so strong! Serena had run downstairs and come back with a crowbar, which she'd bashed in the back of Melinda 109's head, repeatedly.

Melinda had fallen over, and Serena had run around to the other side and whacked Melinda again, but the mistake Serena made was...Melinda 109's brain was not in her head...but in her stomach.

And so the robot rose once more!

Because the crowbar had caved in 109?s head but, like the Energizer Bunny, on it went. Melinda 109, metallic face bashed in, had grabbed Serena by the shoulders and told her ?I?m going to make you into a tranny slut, boy!?

Serena screamed at Melinda that since she was a woman-born woman, this was impossible, and continued to frantically click the remote. but 109 dragged Serena into the bedroom by her hair and forced her in a chair and rubbed garish lipstick all over Serena?s face.

The robot? then went to shoving a blond wig on top of Serena?s brunette locks, and while 109 turned to the lingerie drawer, Serena had jumped out of the window, falling in the rose bushes before she?d run to a neighbors and called the Dedham County cops.

The cops had stared at her rather peculiarly, (what an explanation) before going into the house and gunning Melinda down. (But not before she?d ripped down the pants and caned Badge No # 093248; and twisted Detective Kauser?s nipples )

The Little Shop had settled out of court with a very generous gift certificate?much of which Serena had spent already. And of course she was now in the shop after a riding crop that her new, HUMAN Mistress could use on her.

Sixty-two year Esme wasn?t beautiful like Melinda, and her butt was way too big (not fun for Serena to rim). Often Esme wasn?t in the mood?and her canings were tepid. But when Serena said ?stop? Esme stopped, and that was good enough. But Serena looked at Melinda 109 with an intensity, and had to squelch out of the Little Shop with dampened panties.

Back at the counter, Webb and Soapy were going over payment details, and Melinda 109 surveyed the scene. The Little Shop was just as it had been before. She looked at Soaperstein, the manager.

Data? Ponsonby Aurelius "Soapy" Soaperstein, five foot nine, 165 pounds, born St. Luke's Hospital in Chattahoochee, Georgia, 4/10/65, minor public education ending with expulsion for selling Percodan pills at Bell Vocational High 5/3/78.

First interest in opiates after receiving Demerol for childhood earache; arrested for breaking into People's Drugstore in Washington, D.C. for codeine pills 7/6/79; given probation; arrested 8/23/79 for forging Morphine prescriptions in Bethesda, Maryland; sent to Maryland State Training School for Boys; served eleven months, Married Lori Ann Minsk 9/19/82, one child; marriage annulled by Minsk's parents.

Soaperstein charged with looting sister's trust fund, 1/24/83; charges dropped by parents, then arrested 5/9/83 for selling codeine at Alexandria, Virginia Boy Scout Jamboree, judge sent him to the US Navy, Section 8 discharge ten days later for opium smoking.

Soaperstein's next twenty years was punctuated by three more marriages, fifty-two drug arrests, thirty-three convictions, and five trips through the Northern New Hampshire Correctional Facility.

This before Jonas Tamulevich, parole board member, had arranged Soaperstein's release with the understanding that he work at the Little Shop, which Tamulevich owned with his brother, Judah.

Melinda 109 turned her gaze on Webb Lionel Haskins. This was the client. Data? Born 4/14/61 in Venice Italy, while parents in Foreign Service.

?In Lima Peru in 1980, parents came upon young Webb Haskins being whipped by maid with carpet sweeper. Maid was imprisoned, and Webb Haskins sent to psychiatrist.

In 3/12/78, Haskins suspended from Choate PreparatorySchool for stealing underclothes from girl's dormitory, sent to McLean (mental) hospital in Belmont,Massachusetts, six months.

?Then Webb graduated from Rye CountryDay School in Rye,New York, 6/14/78 and Princeton

University, 5/28/82, London School of Economics, 6/8/83,Cornell Law School 6/9/86.

While Webb Haskins was in London, he visited Mistress Tymothea of Cheapside, and received enemas, corner time and many cane thrashings. While at CornellLaw School, Haskins was under care of Goddess Monetta of Ithaca, New York, who had Haskins dress as a female prostitute and fellate men at trades bars in Dryden, New York.

Married Glynnis Purchell, owner of Purchell Department Stores, 7/8/82, divorced 5/2/96, three children. Wife charged Haskins with "unnatural desires" Mistress Satania of Portsmouth, NewHampshire was co-respondent in divorce proceedings.

Webb Haskins has been a Circuit Court Judge in Concord since 4/16/93, seen variety of Mistresses, but evinces discontent, wants permanent arrangement. Renting Melinda 109 for ninety days at $1,000 per day. Needs? Infantilism, corporal punishment, general abuse and maltreatment.

Melinda smiled.

Soapy wasn?t so sure about Melinda 109, as he watched Webb holding the mechanical woman?s hand, gazing into the glass eyes with some kind of joy.

The first week out of prison, Tamulevich, the Little Shop owner, had been giving Soapy training, so Soapy could run the place while Tamulevich opened yet another Little Shop in Boston. Perversion travels, Soapy had thought bitterly.

All of a sudden, the Little Shop door rang and a tall, attractive blonde clicked in with high heels, accompanied by a short, pudgy fellow in a business raincoat. Soapy?s eyes widened a bit, as he thought perhaps the fat little guy was wearing high heels, too. Soapy shouldn?t have left his bifocals in the cell back at Northern NH Correctional.

?Good morning, Mr. Tamulevich? the blonde said as the two approached the counter. ?I am returning, the fortnight with Randolph went well.? The little man looked sincerely at Tamulevich. ?Oh, Judah, I just wish the time had been longer, but my credit rating isn?t that good.?

Tamulevich smiled widely. ?Well, Mr. Whitman, whenever you can afford to have ze Melinda back, you know she?d love to come back for a visit. And remember, you can have half-hour visits weet her here at ze Little Shop for only $300 per hour.?

Soapy looked askance at Tamulevich. Here was the brother of the parole board member who had effectively extorted Soapy to work at this pervert store job (not that Soapy?d ever enjoyed working much of anywhere) as the price of getting out of? Northern NH Correctional.

Was Judah Tamulvevich a pimp, too? Soapy had once unsuccessfully tried to convince his Aunt Maude to peddle ass for him after she?d had a face-lift, so he wasn?t judging but?

Tamulevich, correctly interpreting Soapy?s astonishment, snorted. ?No no, jailbird. Oi veh, the day I dehumanize and exploit a real woman by having her hook for me, no.? Tamulevich gestured to Melinda 109. ?Melinda, show him your chest.?

Soapy blushed as Melinda 109 unzipped her halter top, exposing beautiful, if a bit stiff breasts, and as she pressed a button on her right nipple, both breasts opened up to show a variety of batteries and wires where? a woman?s rib cage would be. Soapy felt somewhat faint, and ate a Tuinal he had been palming.

?You see, Soaperstein?? Tamulevich said proudly, as Melinda snapped her tits back in place and zipped up her halter top. ?Mein oldest son, Professor Jonathan Tamulevich invented ze Melinda 109, and she is making us a fortune.?

?Oh, Miss Melinda? the pudgy Randolph Whitman said simperingly. ?I?ve never seen your inner transmission before. It?s quite attractive.? SLAP!

Whitman fell to the floor as Melinda 109?s palm grazed his cheek. As the little man got up, his lip bleeding, Melinda 109 said, ?I never even let you see my bare breasts, because you?re such a wussie.

All you were allowed to see was my lingerie bikini top while I was masturbating you?You will have to earn the right to see my breasts when you rent me next time. So sell your father?s Bentley! Now, Randy, I order you to open your trench coat and show Mr. Tamulevich and Mr. Soaperstein your shame.?

The little pudgy man looked pleadingly at his dominant android. ?Please, not that, Miss Melinda, not now.? He stepped back, and Soapy noticed that indeed Whitman was wearing high heels under the normal male trench coat.

Tamulevich turned to the trembling trench coat pervert. ?That?s all right, Mr. Whitman. Just give me the remote clicker and I will turn Melinda off for you, and you can go home.?

Randy looked terrified. ?I-I gave the remote to Melinda 109, Judah. She?s in charge.?

Tamulevich shook his head. ?That was stupid meshugennah thing to do, Whitman. Only other remote is downstairs, in storeroom near Kennel. I cannot control??

Melinda laughed a throaty, iron chuckle. ?Calm down Mr. Tamulevich. Melinda 109 will surrender the remote control to you after Randy does as he?s told. Must I strip you myself, Randy, in this store where I have hundreds of whips and chains within reach??

Soapy had coughed, as he remembered that he had not yet gone to the Methadone Maintenance this morning. This was a helluva lot to take, even with a Tuinal down his throat. If there aren?t enough feminist bitches in the world, they make them now outta ROBOTS?

Finally, with tears running down his face, Randy Whitman opened up his trench coat revealing that he was wearing only a pair of long johns with the crotch cut out of them, and his stiff dick was hanging there, dripping. The long johns were also cut off at the knee, and beneath them were indeed short stockings and high heels.

Suddenly Melinda 109 had grabbed a cane off the display counter. WHACK! The cane bounced off Randolph?s dick and the little man had burst into tears. ?That was for giving me such a hard time, Randolph. Get home and work on selling your father?s Bentley.?

The little man had scurried off, and Melinda 109 had walked to a metal dolly cart and stood on it, before holding out the remote control, which Tamulevich had clicked off.

?Now, Soaperstein, get your lazy tuchus up and wheel Melinda into the storage closet, and attach jumper cables from large battery you will find there.?

And Soapy thought he'd seen the last of Melinda when he shut the storeroom door on her...but no chance of that.

Soapy?s next interaction with Melinda 109 was the next day-- when he was cleaning out the storeroom. Melinda was propped by the door, and when he nudged her to pick up a discarded video box (?DETROIT HALF-SMOKE BOFFS THE HUMAN BIDET?) Melinda came to life, scaring the shit out of him.

?Bad mistake, clerk boy? Melinda said as she stood up straight, knocking the broom out of Soapy?s hands. ?You turned me on, so to speak.?

Melinda 109?s clear blue glass eyes were boring through Soapy as her fingers unbuckled his pants and dragged them down.

?G-get the fuck away from me, you freaky appliance.? Soapy stammered, trying to get out of Melinda?s way, but her right hand grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back, reaching over and pulling his other arm there too.

Soapy struggled, but the robot?s strength was incredible. Melinda 109?s left hand ripped Soapy?s Fruit of the Looms off and she took his penis in her fingers.

?As a contrast to the iron grip of the right hand, Melinda 109?s left hand? went silky soft, Soapy could feel the steel fingers becoming foamy. As he looked down unbelievingly, lube squirted out of her fingertips

?Ever been teased, clerk-boy?? Melinda?s breasts rubbed against Soapy?s narrow chest, and her slippery metal fingers began tickling his balls and massaging the large purple vein on Soapy?s under shaft.

How was this possible that she could touch his balls and his cock?

Soapy stared at her fingers, which grew longer and longer, as if she had drunk Alice-in-Wonderland?s magic formula?

This was the hand job from outer space, man. But Soapy was having a hard time resisting, as the fingers were now feeling like velvet as they expertly massaged his cock, rubbing faster and then slowing in an almost perfect alternate.

In Soapy?s experience, when girls gave hand jobs eventually their hands got tired, but Melinda 109?s hands just kept going and Soapy?s groin began trembling as he approached orgasm.

As Soapy began panting and gasping, Melinda?s fingers went faster and more lube shot out of the tips. Melinda 109?s boobs rubbed against Soapy?s chest again, and she smiled.

?You think you?re so superior to the perverts who come into the Little Shop, clerk-boy, but in my opinion you?re just shut off from the real world, you know that??

?You hide behind your needle and your provincial opinions?.? Melinda 109?s lovely fingers tugged Soapy?s foreskin, while her thumb bounced against the shaft rhythmically, like a tiny metronome.

?You think you?re superior to poor fucks like Randy, who is addicted to high heeled shoes and girls that hit him?so superior.?

?Melinda leaned her head to Soapy?s ear and she blew air in his ear, deep from her chassis, and Soapy realized it was like putting your head next to a small air conditioner.

?Don?t you know, clerk-boy, that I?m more of a woman than any of those flesh-and-blood barroom skanks you pick up at the shooting galleries??

Melinda?s breasts rubbed against Soapy, and he leaned down and Melinda shoved his head between her huge breasts, which began expanding, getting larger from a 32C to a 44DD as his head bobbed happily between the perfumed orbs.

??I know all about you, Soaperstein, that you skim from the till, that you?re still getting high every day?Jonas and Judah know it too, but they don?t care as most of the business is credit and since you?re a druggie, you don?t creep out the customers?heroin is so much more interesting than reality, eh, Soaperstein??

And it was?Soapy recalled that his previous parole had only lasted twenty minutes because he?d begun shooting Dilaudid in the bathroom of the train taking him away from prison?and he?d opened the door and fallen into the lap of a vacationing police sergeant.

Soapy was a heroin aficionado?it was sad?but he wasn?t thinking about heroin now!

No sir. This was really something, Soapy thought. Soapy felt Melinda 109?s fingers rubbing faster and faster, giving him a hand job like he?d never experienced, and he again tried desperately not to care, she was, after all just an automaton, but in a way so was he, right?

109 kept tickling Soapy?s testicles, rubbing her metal fingers gently on the underside of his cock, and as he got more and more excited, he felt his cock getting harder, and his legs trembling.

Suddenly, Melinda?s fingers began stroking slower and Soapy frustratedly realized that she?d cheated him of a chance at an orgasm. This must be the all so important tease denial, right?

?C?mon android, let me cum, honey.? Melinda 109 ignored him and just kept rubbing her fingers on his cock. By this time, Soapy had dislodged his head from her full breasts and they?d shrunk back to 32C again.

?Look, Melinda, let me go or let me shoot, this is ridiculous?you?re like a R2D2 whore or something.? Suddenly Melinda?s glass eyes narrowed.

WHACK! Suddenly Melinda?s metal mitt pulled away from Soapy?s dick and she bitch slapped him two or three times, before genuflecting. Melinda 109 then threw Soapy across her knee and began whacking his bare ass again and again until he began howling.

??Who do you think you are, Soaperstein? You?re just a pitiful creature and you make me sick!? Suddenly Soapy reached around behind Melinda and flicked a switch behind her head and she stopped in mid motion, and Soapy struggled out from her knee and moved away as fast as possible.

Leaving the storeroom, he?d gone to a shooting gallery as soon as possible and spent the rest of the day high and drunk.

A week or so later, a largish muscled and tattooed bald man stalked into the Little Shop, and Tamulevich looked up at him. ?Hello, Mr. Gridwell. I assume you have the money?? The bald man grinned, and Soapy, surreptitiously snorting a bit of crushed Oxycontin in the bookstore section, noted only three teeth.

?Yeah, here you go, Mr. Tamulevich. Took me eight months to come up with it.? The bald man opened a briefcase filled with green bills. ?Four thousand for the damages, seven to rent her again for six weeks.?

Tamulevich counted the bills quickly, and looked at Gridwell severely. ?You have learned, I assume, that Melinda rusts in the rain. Do not do that again. My brother was quite irritated at the repair work.?

?Well, she didn?t tell me nothin? like that, and I ordered her to kneel in da back yard for punishment.

?I done that to my wife and kids, made ?em take off all their clothes and stand in d? rain, nuttin? happened.? The big man shook his head. ?You wouldn?t believe it, Georgette got feminism or an attitude or some?pin and she and da kids moved out dis year.?

Soapy came out of the book section, scratching his head, as Tamulevich went to the storeroom.? ?Gridwell? From Anger Management class in Manchester, right?? Soapy had been sent there by his last wife after his daughter had poured Kool-Aid on his stash.

?Oh, hi, Soapy, how you doing? I was just up at New Hampshire Correctional for aggravated assault onna meter maid an? dey told me you useta have the cell next door.? Gridwell smiled pleasantly.

?You know, Gridwell, Melinda 109?s kind of a bitch?you sure you want her?? Soapy couldn?t imagine the hulking man putting up with all that Randolph Whitman had.

?Oh no, Melly?s a real sweetheart.? Gridwell said, smiling.

There was a noise, and behind them Mr. Tamulevich came out, accompanied by Melinda 109. But now the severe blond bun had been dismantled, and instead Melinda?s blonde tresses were in curling ringlets on both sides of her head.

?Melinda had discarded the halter top leather miniskirt and high heels that Soapy had last seen her in, and was now clad in a short ruffled pink dress, designed, Soapy might think, for a girl of eight back in 1939.

Melinda carried a parasol in one hand and a Raggedy Ann doll in the other...

She looked like Shirley temple, but with huge knockers and long legs, with her feet in white knee socks and black patent leather Mary Janes. As Soapy watched, Melinda skipped gaily up to Gridwell.

?Hi, Uncle Oscar! Uncle Judah says I can come stay at your house again for a month, oh boy. I can?t wait to suck on your big lollipop again!?

Melinda jumped up and down, and despite looking rather light on her feet, the weight of a metal robot?s bounce made everything jiggle, and the nipple clamp bulletin board fell to the floor.

Gridwell smiled indulgently, until he saw the mess of the nipple clamps, which Soapy went over to clean up. ?You?re making messes again.? Soapy turned to watch Gridwell?s face burn with rage. ?Why are you such a clumsy girl?? Gridwell slapped Melinda?s face, and then sucked his hand, as he?d forgotten what her face was made out of.

Tamulevich said hurriedly, ?You can use a cane if you like, Gridwell, her butt is foam as you know.? Melinda was now looking at the floor, and wet drops of salt water were falling out of her eyes. Not quite down her cheeks; Jonathan Tamulevich hadn?t quite gotten that right yet.

Gridwell grabbed a cane and came back over to Melinda. "You're a bad, bad girl, and you're going to have to be punished!" Melinda 109 looked sadly at Gridwell, her plastic lower lip trembling.

"H-here, Uncle Oscar, in front of all these people, Uncle Judah and Uncle Soapy?" There was a clatter of nipple clamps dropping behind her.

Gridwell showed his teeth, and whacked the bamboo in his hand. "That's right, and you're gonna bend over that counter and pull down your pants, an' at home I'm gonna hang you by your tits, you little bitch!"

Melinda 109 began crying more, and "Uncle Soapy" was afraid he might have to get a mop. It should be my constitutional right to shoot dope working here, he thought.

"I'm a big girl, and I'm so ashamed." Melinda said, and she lay over the counter, pulling up her skirt and edging down her panties.

Even Soapy had to admit she had a beautiful ass, and he winced as Gridwell whacked the shit out of it with the bamboo, before taking a bullwhip that Tamulevich handed him.

Gridwell hit Melinda 109 for nearly half an hour, ignoring customers coming in, by passers, etc., and then he took the remote, clicked her off, and threw her over his shoulder, her panties around her ankles.

"You got her suitcase with the schoolgirl outfit and the footie Dr. Denton pajamas?" Gridwell demanded.

After "they" left, Soapy had staggered off to Methadone Maintenance, wondering if he'd lost his mind somehow.

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WAITING FOR MELINDA by Rumple Foreskin The cold rain told a sad story in a soft voice, and I was listening. I’m a good listener, always have been. Especially out here in the woods, in the rain, inside this small cemetery. I sit in the cab of my old truck, listening to the rain tell the story, and wait for Melinda. We don’t have nice winter weather around here. Seems like it’s always cold, cloudy, and raining. About all it’s good for is hunting, mostly deer. Only I don’t hunt—not anymore. But...

MELINDA JANS DIARY

Introduction: strange girl…. __It is still unclear as to just where and how the neighbor lady, Jan, and her daughter, Melinda, had been. Some secret government location in the U.S. They had spent most of their life there and were isolated from the rest of the world. When the dad came up missing, thats all they were told&hellip,missing -permanent. They had to get permission to move away from there, and never say anything about where they had been or anything else. They decided to move next...

Hot Bhabhi Fucks The Shopkeeper In His Sex Shop

This story is based on an episode from Savita Bhabhi comics which you can read Savita had her tiny, bullet vibrator deep inside her as she lay in bed and fantasized. She saw herself sitting in the center of a sea of cocks. She imagined her sweaty body being plowed by each cock, feeling the girth of each one penetrate her dripping pussy. She groaned and rubbed her throbbing clit. Just then, the doorbell rang and broke the spell of her fantasy. Savita opened the door and realized it was her...

Melindas Mountains

Introduction: My wife wants to watch me fuck our sexy neighbor, Melinda. This is a fictional story, but the characters are real people. In this story, Melinda is my next door neighbor. In reality, Melinda is a young woman who writes and reads stories on xnxx. So, the events of this story are fictional, but the story is written for and about a real person, Melinda. My name is Ray, Im a man in my early 40s and my wife Ann is a sexy woman. Ann is 58 tall, 130 lbs., brown hair, blues eyes, small...

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Candy Stroker Part 6: Melinda and MeAfter that heavy duty weekend, I desperately wanted to tell Melanie what I’d done—not only tell her, but demonstrate! Would she be ready? Since I was working Monday, I told Mel I wanted to talk with her after school Tuesday, and we decided I’d go over to her place. She was pretty excited and told me she had big news for me. I could hardly wait.Whatever happened, even if I had to restrain myself from having complete girlsex with her, I knew we’d end up having...

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January 10th Dear Diary, I am missing him. Again.It has been a few weeks since I last heard his voice and my heart aches to hear it again right now. I feel a deep sadness and it has fully taken hold of me today. I feel almost desperate to hear his laughter and be the one to bring him joy. I want to hear all about his day and have long conversations on subjects we have discussed a million times before. I want to talk about the impossible dream of a life we could have together. I want to hear him...

The Candy Stroker Part 6 Melinda and Me

Candy Stroker Part 6: Melinda and Me After that heavy duty weekend, I desperately wanted to tell Melanie what I’d done—not only tell her, but demonstrate! Would she be ready? Since I was working Monday, I told Mel I wanted to talk with her after school Tuesday, and we decided I’d go over to her place. She was pretty excited and told me she had big news for me. I could hardly wait. Whatever happened, even if I had to restrain myself from having complete girlsex with her, I knew we’d end up...

Bringing Home Melinda

As it happened, my high school friend Melinda had lost her job at the hospital in Galveston, Texas. She had been waiting around for several months, waiting to be called back. She had ran out of money. I discussed it with my wife, Chris, and she was not averse to us helping her out. We had stayed friends over the years. So I went down in my van and picked her and all her stuff up. I brought it all back to our house until she got back on her feet. We arrived late one evening after a long twelve...

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January 17th, Dear Diary,I've had to let Darcy go.As much as I hate it, I wasn't getting any better with her. I could tell she resented me for the pain I caused. I deserved all of it, of course. But I couldn't take the thought of keeping her caged in unhappiness when she deserved to be someone's one and only. To be someone's dearest love and not just my "second choice." After I succumbed to my foolish weaknesses, our relationship became obsolete. There was nothing to try and save, no matter...

THD Melinda Chevalier Entry 5

Dear Diary, We are beginning to talk less and less now, it seems. My heart still yearns for his attention and I still find myself wishing things were different. My thoughts still gravitate towards him and they flood my mind every time I get a moment alone. I still continue to dream of him at night but recently my dreams have become more of nightmares where he is involved. I have also begun to notice that I can be more easily distracted during the day now that it has been a few months, though,...

THD Melinda Entry Four

Feburary 24thDear Diary,A few more weeks have passed and I’m still not feeling very cheerful. I know that I promised a more pleasant entry so I will try to keep that promise.I’m still missing him in more ways than I can say. We talk now, more frequently, like we used to. That alone fills me with a joy so great that there are few words I can find to properly express it. I get lost in the bliss of hearing his voice and every single time, without fail, he has me hanging on his every word. However,...

THD Melinda Chevalier Entry Three

Dear Diary,I had a dream about him.A most shocking and painful dream. In it, we were so close to one another. I was coming to visit him, to see him and the excitement I had felt in this dream matched the excitement I once felt before. The love, the laughter and all the happiness and hope he brought me all tangled into one blissful feeling as I dreamt of riding in a cab to reach him. Of course, in the end, I was unable to find him once I reached my destination. He had not presented me with his...

THD Melinda Chevalier Entry Two

January 17thDear Diary,Another week has gone by now and today I read through his letters again. I cannot seem to stop myself from looking at all his mementos either. My mind is swimming with all the times we shared and how much fun we had. I still cannot understand why I was not good enough. I keep playing back through to see what it was that I did wrong and I could have given him more faith in me and in us. In his most recent letter, he conveys to still care for me and wishes to remain,...

MELINDA

This is the story of how I became sexually involved with my two older brothers, Jerry and Gary. My name is Melinda, naturally everyone calls me Mel.My brothers are identical twins, eleven months older than I am. The big joke in the family is that for three weeks every year we are all the same age. Naturally, growing up so close in age to them, I was quite the tomboy. Always ready to play ball or whatever else my brothers wanted to do. Whatever my brothers did, I tried to top it. If they climbed...

There and BackChapter 109 Insurance

The next morning, I found a very subdued Aedan sitting by the fire, dark bags under his eyes testifying that he hadn’t slept well. No one else was around, though it wasn’t that early by our normal standards, and I wondered if the sour expression on his face had scared everyone off. I sat down beside my brother and took his hand, resting my head on his shoulder as I picked at cold jerky I had fished out of my pack. We didn’t speak; I handed Aedan and Alistair some of the jerky, and we ate...

Going Shopping A Little Shop Short Story

Going Shopping: A Little Shop Short StoryMichelle went into the Little Shop, as her?Dominas Anonymous sponsor?Jobeth Eldrington-Knaggs had phoned that their new shipment of interesting stuff was in...what would they have this week? Michelle certainly wasn't as Jobeth, whose recent purchase for her slaveboy, the real estate mogul Horbake McKeldin had been a trained cock-fighting rooster. "It's wonderful, darling...I put Horny's penis through this plank-box, and the cock-fighting rooster pecked...

The Second Year and AfterChapter 109

After once again profusely thanking the Carters for getting hold of the bikes for us, and making our summer cycling holiday in France actually possible in the first place, I collected up all my belongings and hugged my five friends goodbye. I was headed straight back to Middlesbrough, as I had to be there for work the next morning. Kenneth and Pamela Carter again expressed their delight that the twins had enjoyed their holiday so much; I had a feeling that they had finally worked out that...

The Legend of Eli CrowChapter 109

Saturday October 3, 1896 Crow Valley, Oklahoma Territory “Let me see that map again, Deuce,” Ezra said. He stood next to Eli and Isaac as they looked at the map. They had just gotten their first orders as Deputy United States Marshals two days ago, and the six of them were excited as they saddled up. They’d packed the night before and already had their two packsaddles loaded with tents, food and supplies for at least a two-week stay once they reached their destination. They were being sent...

The Count of Monte CristoChapter 109 The Assizes

The Benedetto affair, as it was called at the Palais, and by people in general, had produced a tremendous sensation. Frequenting the Cafe de Paris, the Boulevard de Gand, and the Bois de Boulogne, during his brief career of splendor, the false Cavalcanti had formed a host of acquaintances. The papers had related his various adventures, both as the man of fashion and the galley-slave; and as every one who had been personally acquainted with Prince Andrea Cavalcanti experienced a lively...

The Boys at Johns HouseChapter 109

Later, after the typical drinks at the club house, I invited West to lunch. Sean joined us and I was painfully aware that there was no affection, no brothers, no slutwear. Sean was downright depressed and I felt miserable. "Oh fer Christ sake!" West exclaimed suddenly. "If I wanted to see a couple not fight in public, I could go to lunch with my wife! So, you have all two hundred members of Boys-to-Men living with you and this is the one you bring out? What, the rest not talking to you...

TTS109

Space, what a great place to be. Humanity sure came a long way, now with transporting capabilities, we are able to ship cargo and other shit across the stars in literally no time at all. The idea of shipping other people's junk didn't appeal to me after a while, so I decided to keep all of it. Of course, the United Space Law Enforcement Agency for Space or the USLEA or 'useless', thought that me doing this was evil. So I was arrested and tried. The sentence, life on a prison planet on the rim...

Mistis Adventures Part 109

They pulled into a yard that was already filled with vehicles, so they pulled to the side of the house, right behind Doris's car. Pete had momentarily forgot that Mike was bringing Misti and the babies here this morning. They, along with her Mom and Dad would be here for, and at the behest of, Doris for at least a week. She had let it be known that she wanted them here. PERIOD!!!They went into the house to a scene of total chaos, or so it seemed. At first glance it looked like bedlam, but, at a...

Episode 109 Merry Go Round

Ellie was flipping through the local classified ads: ”Paddy, look someone in Andover is selling a 4 horse merry go round. I'll give him a ring”.“He says it's in full working order and we can collect it this weekend. Look he's sent a video clip. Oh dear Paddy, I don't think you ought to see this. It must be his step-daughter riding it - and the wind has lifted her tiny pink skirt. Oh shit - you can actually see the black dildo mounted on the horse’s saddle”.Paddy grabbed the phone: “that’s...

Adventures on Flight 109

Barbara looked up at the young blonde as she walked down the airplane's aisle, carefully checking seat numbers. She looked frightened and excited at the same time. Big blue eyes tried to take in everything at once as her gaze darted across the cabin. Reaching the empty seat next to Barbara, she checked the seat number again and then smiled nervously as she sat down. Barbara guessed her to be about 19 or 20, probably her first time away from home. She wore a plain white blouse and matching...

Dance of a LifetimeChapter 109 Hormones

It was early August. Sophia was seven and a half months pregnant, and was feeling and showing the effects. "I'm a whale. I'm a beached whale," she complained to Warren one night as they lie in bed, watching TV. "Best looking beached whale I ever saw." "You're biased," Sophia pointed out with a giggle. "Who, me?" "Yeah, you." Sophia looked down at herself. "I'm so fat." "You're not fat, you're pregnant." "Yeah, well, I'm huge. And my back hurts." "Of course it...

Jess and Aarons New Neighbor OWWH 4Chapter 109

Kenny grabbed his crotch to shift the uncomfortable bulge that had formed there. All of the guys were in a similar predicament and it did not escape Amelia’s notice. “Don’t worry, boys, we will address your situation in a moment,” she said. Then she turned to me. “Aaron, go clean yourself up, then get your cleaning supplies ready.” I departed to wash the hand that had been in my wife’s ass a few minutes before. Amelia walked over to Andre and Jess over to Paul. Both girls knelt down on the...

Learning CurvesChapter 109

Phil was happy when the plane touched down in Calder City. He had spent almost a week away from Hailey and he missed her. He also missed the rest of the friends he’d grown to love over the past year. It was a workday so Hailey was still at the office. Beth said she planned to stop in for a few minutes but Phil announced he was going to the apartment and vegging out for the rest of the day. He’d return to work Monday. Beth laughed. She was proud of how Phil had conducted himself, not only in...

Deputy PorterChapter 109

Reggie and I spent the afternoon just driving around town. We checked out restaurants for dinner and where exactly the Portland Inn was located. The Inn was a very fancy name for a shabby downtown motel. It was obviously outside the downtown rehab area. It was headed toward oblivion, and should be there in a few year. It was a good thing we got to town when we did, if we wanted to hang out there. "So it's dinner at Elizabeth's Italian restaurant and then on to the Portland Inn's...

Alternate Discipline Plan in EuropeChapter 109

The clock, next to Sandra's bed, was doing its best to wake her. After a few grunts and moans, Sandra finally woke up. She looked at the clock and noticed it was already 11 minutes past 7 o'clock. Sandra sighed and thought, 'I'm too tired!' When she remembered why she had set her clock this early; she just turned her back towards the clock and wanted to go to sleep again. However, then she also remembered that she needed to talk to that guy she had been with yesterday, and that they...

BethChapter 109

December 20, 2017 [Written December 20-22] In all the excitement on Sunday, Heather was late sending out the competition text. As I wrote yesterday’s account, I realized that Thursday is tomorrow, so I am finally remembering to include it here: Competition parameters for 17-23 Dec: holiday festive but titillating. Liya woke me. Once I’d gotten my eyes to focus on her, I realized that she was asking me to scoot in. I looked at the clock in the headboard, seeing that it was only a half-hour...

Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 109 Hot Tub Party a Tit in Each Hand

Sunday, April 24, 2005 (Continued) I entered the hot tub room with a non-specific apology loaded up and ready to speak, but there was no one in the room. I could hear loud music and laughter coming from the Guys' Room, so that's presumably where everyone was. Julia's instructions had been for me to strip and get into the hot tub. She'd even said to do so even if there was no one in the room. But I was ten minutes later than she expected, so did that change anything? Also, should I stick...

BJJones the Story of My LifeChapter 109

I looked at Lorrie and asked, "Is that all of them?" "That's all so far. They didn't say anything when they came in other than 'Mistress we are here'' to Marcy. She was working the window." Lorrie responded. "Tell Marcy to turn off the card entry on the gym door. I want everyone manually punched in. If there is more than one at the door I want someone on the inside of the door as well. I don't want any surprises tonight." I said. "If Carla is finished send her to me....

Maxine Stones New LifeChapter 109 The way its gonna be

On Wednesday morning I packed the cell phone along on my morning ride with Cheryl. It was probably not a good thing that I had begun to think of the morning ride and Cheryl as part and parcel of the same thing. But there she was knocking on my door at 7;30AM again. Breakfast was again filled with guys leering at her boobs, while I smiled inwardly. I have no idea why I found it so satisfying, I mean she wasn't really with me in a romantic sense. Even so. I felt almost like a proud...

MICHAEL R THOMASChapter 109

After a second night, with an even bigger crowd, I was handed another check for the same amount, and we headed off to 23rd stop – Nashville, Tennessee LP Field (Two Performances) five hours away by car. We were playing at the Tennessee Titans football stadium for two nights as well. Its capacity is 69,000 for football, I don’t know what we may expect there. By my side was my fiancée for this drive. She cuddled up tight and we fell asleep together. Pulling up at six-thirty am to the Hilton...

Jokes and GigglesChapter 109

ODE TO THE SPELL CHECKER Eye have a spelling checker It came with my pea sea It plainly marques four my revue Miss steak eye kin not sea Eye strike a key and type a word And weight 4 it 2 say Weather eye am wrong ore write It shows me strait a weigh As soon as a mist ache is maid It nose bee fore two long And eye can put the error rite Its rare lea ever wrong, Eye have run this poem threw it I am shore your pleased two no Its letter perfect awl the weigh My chequer tolled me...

Unforgettable WeeksChapter 109

Unsurprisingly, Chris Grant was the first person to show up at Regan's house. The prospect of spending the afternoon with girls in bikinis had him ready to leave his house at 9 a.m. Once the thermometer showed a temperature higher than 80, he was in his car and on his way. He figured that Ruth and Joy were already at Regan's house - and he was certain Andy was there even if they weren't. Thus, he was surprised to find himself alone with Regan's cousins when he arrived. "Andy needed...

Arlene and JeffChapter 109

Jeff watched Jennie lead Hope to the other end of the kitchen where Jennie and Melissa started showing Hope how to help out with breakfast. Every now and then Hope would look back at Little One, Hope seeming to make sure that her mind hadn't been playing tricks on her, and that there really was a small alien in the kitchen. When Jeff again held his collar open, and Little One flowed in to spread across his back, Hope couldn't take her eyes off the process. Jeff smiled at her, and left to...

Making It WorkDay 109

It was a long, lonely week, but I made it through to Friday. I spent my days between school and work, filling my down time studying and catching up in my journal. Mom met me for dinner on Monday night. We laughed and chatted for two hours. She told me colorful stories about all the people we'd met at Chris' party on Sunday. It felt like old times between us. I saw Kendra at school a few times, but managed to excuse myself from spending time with her without being too obvious about it. She...

Daze in the ValleyChapter 109

By 10 o'clock, everyone was awake – even Sarah. Meredith had grabbed a quick shower and pulled her last change of clothing out of her overnight bag. It was something she should have considered. The $200 Ben had paid her wouldn't go far as a clothing budget – unless she shopped at Goodwill. Still, she was fairly certain that the apartment complex had a coin-op laundry and that no one would expect her to go around nude. Rachelle was in the room when Meredith pulled out her remaining folded...

Lauras Story an Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 109

When they went back inside and closed the door, Karen looked at Laura, her dark eyes smoldering. "I recall we were doing something when she interrupted us," she smiled sexily. Laura carefully drew shut the deadbolt lock, looking at Karen significantly. Then she drew closer, her fingers grasping the lapels of Karen's fluffy pink bathrobe. "I believe we were," she whispered. Slowly, she pulled the lapels open, exposing Karen's marvelous, large, jutting breasts. She cupped one in each...

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