The life of a drug rep is a difficult one. I hope this story brings respect to what they do under trying circumstances. Of course, it is fictional

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They call me a drug rep. I hated being called that name. It is so degrading. I am a victim of scorn and ridicule; a handmaiden of the medical profession. I could go on and on.

I had been a Physician Sales Specialist for about 10 years. It was my first job, after majoring in biology and completing a Phar.D. We never refer to ourselves as doctor; we don’t want to offend our physicians. The pharmaceutical business has changed tremendously. When I first took employment, a nice set of legs, a tight-fitting business suit, and a little coquettishness kept those brand-name drug sales perky. Most of the physicians I called upon were male and always receptive to a young female reciting the company line about a new product. If their eyes glazed over, I scratched the inside of my knee to awaken them with the enticing whoosh, whoosh of my lacquered acrylic nails on the nylon hosiery. Pointing out clinical data with an index finger adorned with bright red nail polish, crossing my legs and dangling my high-heeled pump from my stocking clad toe, or slightly arising from my seat to readjust my skirt maintained the attention of the most recalcitrant sales target. The commissions were excellent. The company gave me a car and clothing allowance, so life was good.

Then, the game changed. Congress is now preoccupied with giving out ink pens with advertisements, much less taking a physician to dinner. Most physicians are now employed by large organizations and the last thing these organizations want is to have a salesperson encouraging their physicians to write brand-name drugs. New physicians are predominately female, unresponsive to my time-tested tricks. I still had a few private male physicians that I called on regularly, but their ranks were dwindling with Obama care straight ahead. I was only 35, and not really management material, so my future was insecure at best.

One day, it appeared that this might all change. I received a notice from the company inviting me to a national meeting for select professional representatives and they were going to introduce a new product. They hinted it would be a multi-billion dollar winner. The meeting was to take place in Las Vegas in December at a hotel on the strip, no less. I was unattached and ready to go and have a good time.

The meeting began on a Monday, and about 200 of us gathered. It appeared that only sales representatives under 40 were invited. There were some very attractive men among us, ideal for a single 30-something like me. Male counterparts were a real change, as the pharmaceutical companies knew previously that most physicians were men, and would recruit young women exclusively for their sales representatives. Seeing all those young attractive men meant something new was definitely in the works.

In front of us, after some dull introductions, was Julia Reed, Director of Marketing. She was wearing a fitted black pants suit that was flattering to her figure, I must say.

“We have selected the group of you to represent our new product, and will be breaking new ground in the marketing of our medication to the physician population. Too long have our sales representatives been treated as second class citizens in the medical profession. This product will create a demand unforeseen by any other in the company’s history.”

She then continued as she pointed to the screen with a red laser pointer, “This is to introduce you to Impassion.” The word filled the entire screen, with fanfare in the background from the speakers.

Julia continued, “Our scientists have discovered a compound that counteracts any reluctance to reveal your deepest sexual fantasies to your partner. Impassion works directly in the brain sex nucleus, protecting it from circulating inhibitors, resulting in a more honest, enticing, open interaction where the deepest, most explicit sexual fantasies are revealed without self-consciousness or embarrassment.”

She was followed by one of the scientists who develop the product, and went through a long slide show regarding the brain, the location of the sex nucleus in the brain, and described the half-life and other pharmacokinetics of the drug. There was a long presentation regarding the pivotal clinical trial, the approval by the advisory committee and the FDA. I would need to memorize this data and discuss it with the physicians.

Julia then came back on the stage. All of us were excited, and she had trouble quieting the audience.

Once she had our attention, she said, “This is the next generation of sexual enhancement medications, the likes of which the world has never seen. This drug is ideal for both women and men, as shown in our clinical trials. To market this drug, we want to maintain an aura of exclusivity and therefore, we will depend upon you, our representatives, to select those physicians who you believe will best represent our product to the public. We and the FDA agreed that only a select group of physicians should be allowed to prescribe this agent, so that any side effects will be rapidly reported and analyzed in post-marketing surveys.”

“Now, you will be given a quota of physicians to allow prescribing privileges. For each physician, you will need to explain how the product works, restrictions, and warnings. They will need to take a brief course in appropriate patient selection and reporting requirements. You may want to use this product to reward your physicians who have treated you respectfully, and withhold it from those physician or administrators who have excluded you from your professional marketing activities in the past. Most Physician Sales Specialists will have only 4 or 5 physicians prescribing medication in their region.”

Julia spoke emphatically, “Lastly, there will be very few samples to be given, but we do know you need a few for each of your trainees to fully experience this drug before prescribing.”

I knew exactly who I would select as my first physician. Dr. Frederick, about 45 years old, has always welcomed me to his office whenever I had a product to detail. His assistants were always kind and he would always give me a box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day. As soon as I returned home, I made an appointment to see him.

“Leah, the doctor is ready to see you,” his receptionist said.

I walked into his spacious office. I heard that his wife had left him several years ago and that he devotes himself to his work. He is quite handsome, very fit, his hair styled, and face tanned and rugged.

I shook his hand as I entered the room. I was dressed in a knit dress, clinging to my figure, professional beige nylons, accessorized with a pair of maroon patent leather heels to accentuate my presence. “Doctor, I have a new product that I think you’ll find very useful in building your practice, as you never had expected before.” His interest was obvious as I pulled the brochures from my briefcase.

I nervously initiated my first presentation, “Dr. Frederick, the product is Impassion. It is the next generation of products for the enhancement of the sexual experience. As opposed to Viagra and similar drugs that have a sole purpose of maintaining an erection, this product is effective for both males and females. It works by counteracting a chemical in the brain, removing any inhibition to suggesting and acting out sexual fantasy. The onset is approximately 15 minutes after taking the tablet and lasts between 2-3 hours.”

I pulled out the brochure with the results of the trials, pointing to the important data with my matching maroon nail polish as I highlighted the data. “In the pivotal trials, the frequency of sexual intercourse increased 125%, fellatio increased 45%, and cunnilingus increased 65%. These were the primary endpoints of the trial, but quality of life surveys showed a significant increase in sexual satisfaction in both males and females. Wouldn’t you agree these are impressive numbers?” I maintained my professional tone and appearance, despite the nature of the discussion.

” Leah, has the FDA approved this product?” The doctor asked me, clearly skeptical that they would permit such a product to be released at all.

“Certainly, doctor, and we are only going to authorize a limited number of physicians to prescribe this product. It will not be available to every physician.”

Dr. Fredrick followed, “If this is as good as the data you showed me, it certainly could make my practice revenues increase tremendously, especially if you allow me to be an exclusive physician in the area.”

“Absolutely, you have always been receptive to my presentations in the past and prescribed my products. I wanted to make sure you had the opportunity to prescribe this product. I will give you the website address. You have to do a little continuing medical education, complete a test, and then you’ll be authorized to prescribe the product. We are limiting the number of samples, but will allow the physicians we authorize, to have three tablets.” I could see he was not wearing a wedding ring, nor were there any family pictures on his desk.

I added, “Once I get a notification that you are authorized, tablets will be sent to you by FedEx. I will plan a follow-up visit to see if you have any questions.”

“Thanks Leah, I’m so pleased you thought of me for this product. I’m sure it will be a success.”

I received notification in about a week that he had completed all the necessary paperwork and received his tablets. I made an appointment to see him in his office, as I had promised. This time, the appointment was scheduled at the end of the day. I dressed in a dark blue business suit that did not require a blouse, just a brightly colored purple Victoria Secret bra under the suit jacket. I always wear nylons, but this time wore some that were slightly darker, with my heels slightly higher.

Dr. Frederick came out to the waiting room, shook my hand warmly, and brought me back to his office.

“Leah, I’m so glad to see you again. I received my pills the other day. In fact, I took one about five minutes ago, assuming that was the purpose of this meeting.” With that, he gave me a broad smile. We were conversing about the new product. Once again, I showed him the product information.

As matter-of-fact as can be done, he said to me, “Leah, I love the color of your nylons on your beautiful legs. Would you mind sitting on my face?” There was neither hesitation nor embarrassment on his part. I had always had an attraction to him, and thought this would not be unduly improper but now part of the job. He positioned himself on the floor, back to a loveseat along one wall of his spacious office.

“Do you want my nylons on or off?” I asked.

“Nylons on, definitely,” he answered emphatically. Definite nylon fetish, I thought to myself.

He wedged his head between two seat cushions. I could sit on his face without obstructing his breathing and allow him to maintain an intimacy with my privates, still covered with the smooth nylon. I wore a pair of sheer-to-waist-pantyhose, with only a thin strip of reinforcement on the panty. Positioning myself over his head, I lowered myself, and sat gently. I heard a low moan followed by deep breaths, as if he was inhaling an intoxicant but also assuring me his airway was unobstructed. The tip of his nose indented the nylon covering my pussy, and there was an occasional exploratory probe of the tip of his tongue against the taut nylon.

“Is this ok, doctor?” I asked. His voice was muffled, as if he had a tight fitting scarf over his face. I could understand him say, “Delightful.”

Next, he pulled out his penis and masturbated, slowly making his cock rigid.

After a few minutes, I decided to entice him, “Would you like a foot job? My feet are extra smooth in these stockings.”

I could feel him nod his head by the rubbing of his nose on the nylon as he was no longer speaking. Without sitting too hard on his face, I took both my feet and start rubbing them along his rigid shaft. His breathing intensified. He was clearly stimulated by the feeling of the nylon on his dick and after 10 minutes of gentle masturbation, he ejaculated, spreading his cum on his tie.

His cock went limp, and I climbed off his sofa. He sat upright and said, “I think you have a winner.” He showed no regrets whatsoever of what had just occurred. He showed me out of the office, staff still present, never bothering to clean the dripping cum from his tie as if delirious at what just occurred.

A few days later, I received a phone call from Dr. Watson, a female neurologist who has a large practice in the area.

“Is this Leah Fontaine, with Excite Pharmaceuticals?” she inquired.

“Yes, this is Leah. What can I do to help you?” I answered.

She continued, “I heard about a new product and was hoping we could meet to discuss how I might use it in my practice.”

I knew I should introduce it to female physicians as well, and was aware of her stellar reputation as a clinician. “Certainly, Dr. Watson, I can meet you in your office at your convenience. How about Wednesday?” She told me what time she would be available.

I met with her and gave her the same presentation as Dr. Frederick. She was stunningly beautiful, and on her desk was a picture of her equally handsome husband, as well as another showing them in a loving embrace.

At the end of the meeting, I told her that I had to meet with her again to confirm her as a participating physician. She would receive the sample tablets in the mail by FedEx, but samples were extremely limited. “Leah, why don’t we meet in about a week? I will be staying downtown for a conference. We can meet in my hotel room.”

Dr. Watson texted me about a week later, giving me her room number in the hotel. She suggested we meet after the meeting, around 9:30 p.m. I met her as promised. She told me about the conference and she was very pleased with her clinical research presentation. She arranged for a platter of desserts and wine to be brought up to the room, which we enjoyed together.

“Leah, I read all the material and took the test as you required.” She seemed genuinely excited about the product, although I couldn’t fathom why a neurologist would want to prescribe this product. “I am going to take one of the pills you have provided.” With that, she swallowed the pill with a little wine.

She asked me about sales and the unique way we distributed the product to selected physicians. As I was still standing, leaning over her as she sat at the desk, she began unbuttoning my blouse. I had on a blue demi-cup bra. She folded under the upper half, uncovering my nipples. This adjustment enhanced my breasts in shape and size, baring them to her. My already engorged nipples stood straight out, very inviting. Looking directly at my breasts, I heard her whisper, “Fantastic.”

Without permission, she was licking and nuzzling my breasts with her eyes closed as if she did not want to look at me, perchance I would tell her to stop. I had never had a lesbian encounter, but found her exceedingly attractive and seductive. Her licking of my breasts was extremely sensual. She released my nipple from her mouth. Looking up at me, she took her forefinger and traced a line from my breasts to the top of my skirt. Her finger ran around the waist. I gave her a slight nod of consent and she unbuttoned the waist and lowered the zipper, letting the skirt fall to the floor. She removed my panties, leaving me only in my high heels and the adapted demi-bra with my bare breasts protruding.

She looked at my pussy, free of any pubic hair which was a result of a request from a prior lover of mine. “Wow,” she exclaimed. She lifted one of my legs, positioning my shoe on the corner of the chair. This position left me teetering on one heel, my cunt lips spread and my clitoris was fully exposed. Sitting in front of me, her face met my pelvis. The room filled with the aroma of the perfume I had applied just an hour ago, vaporized by the heat of my pussy.

She then nibbled each of my cunt lips, tugging slightly with her teeth before releasing it. She gave the same pleasurable attention to the other. Once satisfied, Dr. Watson started to lick my clitoris with a delicate, deliberate, and dreamy circular motion. This technique was totally unfamiliar to me and opposite the rougher approach of my male lovers. The pressure was just enough to maintain my excitement.

After exploring my pussy to her satisfaction, she sat back in the chair, reached her first two fingers into her panties and started masturbating ferociously. Her vigorous, rapid strokes were more reminiscent of an internet porn clip than simple self-satisfaction. I reasoned that she was afraid the effects of the medication would diminish, returning to her straight, monogamous life without consummating our lesbian encounter.

She had a screaming orgasm within 2-3 minutes, followed by a limp exhaustion. She stood up and gave me a long lingering kiss. “Thank you, Leah,” was all she said.

“You’ll be able to prescribe the medication starting next week,” I told her as I got dressed and left the room, remaining professional in spite of our intimacies. Upon leaving, I closed the door, leaned back against the wall, put my hand in my panties, and masturbated to a quick orgasm, oblivious to any hallway security cameras, before leaving in the elevator.

The product was besting sales projections widely within the first four months of introduction. I had selected my group of physicians and heard they were all doing very well. Dr. Frederick had hired three young physician assistants to help him handle the newfound patient load. He now drove a new BMW convertible, waving to me whenever we crossed paths. Dr. Watson had changed her neurology practice to a female only practice. The word was out that she was sensitive to lesbian requests for Impassion. She had separated from her husband and became a spokesperson for the lesbian community.

I received a call I had always expected would come. Dr. Arnold was the supervisor of a large academic medical clinic with over 800 physicians. Many years ago, when it was permitted, Dr. Arnold allowed me to bring lunch for his physician colleagues, but severely restricted any marketing efforts. I felt more like a personal assistant seductively servicing the members of the gentleman’s club, rather than a professional drug representative. He would greet me with leering glances and would always remain after the meeting, watching me clean up afterwards, requiring me to bend over to pick up any remaining napkins. He had blatantly dropped silverware and food to make sure I bent over to his satisfaction. More recently, he had forbidden any contact at all with his medical staff, as if brand-name drugs had no role in medical care.

I made an appointment, thinking to myself, this meeting should be a lot of fun.

I wore a new tight-fitting grey business suit that had a sheeny finish, looking like supple leather, the jacket buttoning in front. I completed my outfit with suntan nylons and a pair of matching knee-length grey boots. Very sexy, I said to myself as I looked in the mirror. I generously applied eyeliner and mascara. I wore my raincoat, so as not to arouse suspicion, and went to his office, sitting outside until the appointed time.

“Leah, how good to see you again after all these years. How have you been? You look great,” he said as he greeted me at the door, shaking my hand and putting his other hand to my back with uncharacteristic enthusiasm.

Back at my apartment, I wanted nothing more than to just get the chastity device off of me, but I still couldn’t help but be aroused at my humiliating situation. Here I was, chastised by my previous girlfriend who now controlled not only my orgasms, but whether I could have sex with another woman.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed, notifying me of a new text message.

Send me a pic of you dressed up in that corset and stockings. I want to see it before I fuck my boyfriend in a few minutes.

Quickly, I did as she instructed. Soon, she had a full body shot of me in the tight corset she had given to me as a present, as well as the stockings and high heels I added for extra points. And of course, my cock cage was dead center in front, pulsating with arousal at this humiliation. She would forever have this picture and it was just more evidence she could use against me.

After a few moments, my phone rang. Who’d be calling me this late, I asked myself.

And then I knew as soon as I put my ear to the receiver.

“You’re getting fucked hard tonight. I’m extra horny,” I hard an unfamiliar male voice say.

“Oh? And why’s that?” it was my Ex! How cruel. It appeared she had called me and left her phone on right before having sex with her boyfriend.

“You know why, you keep sending your cute Hooters girls friends to my gym and having me work with them in their tight workout outfits. You’re just trying to tease me at work…and it’s working!” he said.

“I would never,” my Ex said, obviously playing along with whatever fantasy game they were doing. But, she wanted me to hear. And she knew I couldn’t help myself but listen to them with my cock all locked up, being dressed up in a sissy corset and nylons, listening to them having sex knowing I had no way of getting myself off.

“Well, you’re going to get it now, you little vixen,” the man said. “And you look so hot in that pink corset and matching stockings. You want it extra hard tonight, don’t you?

“Oh…God…” my Ex said loudly, “you know I like it when you completely dominate me with your cock, and it’s so huge.”

“And you’re taking it all. That’s right.”

A loud, feminine moan came next and then I could hear the slapping sounds of this guy forcefully ramming his cock deep inside my Ex.

“Oh, yes! Fuck me hard with your huge cock, fuck me so HARD!” she said loudly.

I couldn’t help but have the feeling she was being a little extra descriptive, especially with what her boyfriend said next.

“Well aren’t you just extra horny? You never talk so dirty. Fine, I’ll fuck your pussy so hard I might need to have seconds with your ass.”

“Oh God, yes, please fuck me hard and then fuck my little asshole. Please!”

“You got it, baby,” he replied.

And I heard every thrust and every moan she uttered while he pounded her. All the while. I knelt on my own living room floor dressed up in a sissy little corset and nylons. I knew she was imagining me sitting there, unable to get hard or to cum, listening to some other guy fuck her. And she loved it. I had never heard her moan and groan so much during sex. And apparently, never did her boyfriend.

“How’d you get so horny, you noisy bitch? Jesus!” he said.

“Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder with your huge dick.”

“Baby, I’ll be fucking you until you cum. And then I’ll be fucking your ass until you cum. And then, you’ll make me cum all over your face. How’s that, you dirty cunt?”

“Oh yes, I love it when you talk to me like that!” she said groaning even more loudly.

Taking a quick drink, I couldn’t stop listening. I knew it would only make me more horny, listening to this strange man fuck my Ex…and apparently fuck her in a way I never had done before. The pure humiliation was enough to make me horny, but to add their vivid descriptions was just plain torture.

“Oh God, oh God, I’m cumming!” my Ex yelled in a loud, whine-full moan.

“Oh yeah, you cum baby, you cum over my huge cock.”

Her breathing sounded very hard after she was done moaning. I could only imagine her naked, sweaty body, so spent and exhausted.

“You’re not done yet, roll over. I told you that I was fucking you in the ass.”

“Mhhhmm, yes, please do whatever you want with me with your giant cock, I can’t say no.”

And with that I heard an entirely new set of groans and moans from her. I could only imagine it, but she certainly provided the sound effects of a huge cock slowly penetrating her tight asshole.

“Oh God, I can’t…I can’t…It feels so good, but it’s so huge…it hurts, but don’t stop, please, I can do it, please, let me feel your cock deep inside my tight ass,” she kept saying.

“You’re going to learn how a giant, hot load feels up your ass tonight, baby. And you’re going to like it because I know you’re just a little cum slut deep down, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t believe this guy was talking to her like this, but then I understood why she was dating him. He was dominant and strong enough to exert his power over her, and she apparently really got off on it, just as much as she got off on knowing she was exerting her power over me by keeping my cock locked in chastity, listening to their sex session while wearing my sissy clothes.

“Yes, yes, keep pushing it in more. I want to feel it all in my ass,” she kept saying until finally, “Oh…my…I can’t stop cumming!”

“Sounds like your problem since I’m going to fuck your brains out until you can hardly talk,” her bull of a boyfriend said.

“I…oh…I…oh my, yes, I can’t stop…cumming…so much, too much!” she shouted.

“Nope, you gotta take it, baby. You wanted me to fuck you in the ass, so now you have to just take it.”

And then I heard him slapping her ass over and over while she cried out in ecstasy, pleasure, and probably a little pain for her ass.

“You ready for this?” he asked her.

“Guh! Fuck me, yes, cum in my ass, cum hard, I want to feel your hot cum in my ass!” she yelled.

And then her bull boyfriend gave a huge cry as I heard the slapping thrusts until there was a moment of silence.

“You are so hot,” he said. “I can’t believe you’re such a sex kitten.”

“Mhmmhm,” she responded, obviously momentarily paralyzed by their little session. “I feel your hot cum in my ass and it feels sooooo good. I thought you were going to cum all over my face, too?” she asked meekly.

“Well, I’m going to go wash my dick off and then we’ll see how much cum is left for your face.”

I heard footsteps and a door close.

“You still there?” my Ex said speaking directly to me.

I wanted to be silent and pretend I wasn’t, but her smartphone would show we were still connected.

“Yes,” I said quietly.

“Did you like that? I got so horny knowing you were listening, hopelessly locked up in chastity. This is so great. I know you’re probably a little frustrated, but it’s only day one.”

“Day one? How long are you keeping me like this?”

“I should just tell you as long as I want, but I’ll be nice since I’m happy and had an orgasm the likes of which you never gave me nor will you ever have. I will let you out a week from the time I locked you up, but only so you can clean up your naughty bits. I will supervise. You will not get to cum. You will get hard, I’m sure, but you are not allowed to cum. Just because I let you out to clean things doesn’t mean I let you orgasm. No, I’m thinking in terms of one orgasm a month if you are lucky.”

I could hardly believe what she was saying. Only days before I was used to jerking one off quick before work. I couldn’t imagine only one orgasm a month. How the hell would I be able to do that?

“Please, c’mon, this is crazy!” I protested.

“I did my research today. Orgasm control is key to chastity because the moment you orgasm, you might not want to be locked up anymore. Since I love having my ex as my chastity bitch, I don’t want to take that chance. So if you have a problem with the one orgasm a month, don’t worry about it anymore because you aren’t getting it. I’ll just milk you like I read about. Once a week and that’s all you’ll get. Oh, here he comes!”

There was rustling and then I heard him speak.

“Don’t worry, I washed everything for you. Now, I think I promised you some cum on your face. Get on your knees for me.”

I could only imagine my Ex in her sexy outfit, submitting to this huge, muscle bound male. How could he be ready again already?

Then I heard him groan as the sucking sounds made it to the phone. Though it was futile, I stroked my panties, where my cock should have been, but instead was locked away, unable to be touched. Regardless, I stroked the chastity device willing myself to believe I could feel it, causing only more and more horniness, but never any relief.

“Yeah, that’s good, take it all. I love it when you choke,” he said to her. I could only imagine he was stroking her cheek as he said these things.

On the other end, I still tried in vain to get any relief possible from massaging the outside of the cage, but it was no good. It did its job, keeping me mercilessly teased without any way to get direct pleasure to my cock.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” I heard him groan.

“So you’re going to cum all over my face, are you?” she asked sweetly.

“You know it.”

“Are you going to let me wash it off right away?” she asked in between mouthfuls.

“Hell no, you’re going to have to sit there for a few minutes enjoying my cum all over you, and then you can clean yourself up.”

There was a surge of intensity after he said this as they both moaned loudly, her because the humiliation was just what she wanted and for him, because she obviously was working her tongue a little extra in anticipation.

Finally, I heard him utter a loud moan and could have sworn I heard the sound of cum splattering against skin.

“Oh, yes, I love seeing your face covered in cum, baby,” he said.

“Mhmmm,” she moaned.

“I’m gonna go downstairs to grab a beer. You can kneel here on the floor until I get back,” he said as I heard footsteps fading away.

“How are you doing over there?” she said quietly into the phone. “How’s that cock reacting to this? Knowing another man’s cum is all over my face and inside my pussy at this very moment.”

I could barely stand it. The humiliation, the outfits, the chastity, I was so beside myself I wanted to burst like a piece of popcorn.

“Please, this…this…”

“This is torture, hon. And I know you’re getting off on it just like I am, except the difference is I can’t let you cum. Like I said, orgasms are the key, the epicenter of my control. The chastity device is just my means to your orgasm-deprived end. Be glad I’m talking about milking you. At least then you get some measure of pleasure, but it’s mostly just to clean you out. My quick research tells me it’s nowhere near an orgasm.”

“Please, this has definitely gone far enough. Very entertaining and very clever, I admit, this whole setup. Your wits are beyond me at this point and I applaud you for this, but please, this can’t go on.”

“Oh it will. Be ready for my visit after work tomorrow. I think he’s coming back so have a good, chastity teased night!”

And then the call disconnected.

Holy crap, had I really signed away having orgasms? And why were having orgasms such a big deal to me? Maybe because I was selfish and loved the pleasure it gave me, or maybe it was the release, or maybe it’s just biological that males need to orgasm more often than females because we produce so much damn semen all the time.

Either way, I couldn’t fathom what she was talking about doing to me. No orgasms? The thought did indeed make my heart race and my cock come to life inside the chastity cage. Ugh, why did I have to get the small version? I had absolutely no room for any type of increase in size of my penis.

And my penis wasn’t horribly small by any means. It was about six inches when hard, so to keep it confined to this tiny cage was indeed a miracle.

I loved my orgasms. Who doesn’t? I loved having my fantasies acted out in my head and then being able to feel my hot cum shooting through my cock. But, deep down in a dark, secret place, I had a nagging feelings that I would love even more the feeling of constantly being unsatisfied.

Like Sartre had said, perhaps the journey was better than the destination. Maybe my Ex was right about me. It was hard to admit that maybe I loved the build up to an orgasm more than the actual orgasm itself.

Note: I’ve written this story several years ago in my native language (Dutch) and under a different penname (Trident). This is an English translation and is slightly altered in places.

It was Wednesday February 15th, 17:15 p.m., and John Ventura is a commuter, waiting for his train to take him home from an unnamed train station in Chicago. He was waiting in the small station diner because he was having a bad day, and that happened to include his usual train leaving just before he managed to get inside. A cup of hot coffee was sitting on the table in front of him and his newspaper was opened and in his hands when he heard a friendly, soft spoken female voice: “Is this seat taken?”

John looked up from his daily and, behind a small-framed pair of glasses saw a pretty little face, belonging to a blond female of what seemed to be about 29 or 30 years old. Light red lipstick, just a bit of mascara and a small bloom on her cheeks. The blond, curly hair was pulled tightly back to where it was bound by an elastic band, and the rest of the hair hung from the back of her head in the form of a ponytail. The body underneath this head was well shaped. It was slim, but not in the starving supermodel sense. A well defined front, somewhat wide hips, and long legs. The woman carried a purse in one hand and had her jacket wrapped double and hanging over the other. She wore a beige blouse, tucked into a loose skirt of the same color which reached down to about knee height. Aside from that she was wearing flesh colored nylon stockings and brown, suede pumps.

Within a second, John estimated that she was probably a secretary, or an accountant or something along those lines. In any case she was most likely a somewhat mousy, maybe shy lady who would probably let go of her inhibitions when liquored up to the brim, but then again she may have been someone who simply wouldn’t ever get really liquored up in the first place. Maybe a juice, and that was it.

But mousy or not, she looked really attractive; she had friendly eyes that suggested hidden, dark sexual secrets. Did she even know what she could be really like, and how much she might like being like that?

Her lovely enthusiastic smile was infectious.

Ventura’s background as a corporate psychologist enabled him to draw these conclusions. He also had his own little practice as a psychiatrist for about a year. But after about 10 months he realized that with only four patients it would only be a matter of time before it would be best to call it quits and work for someone else again.

“Oh, no,” John replied to the question of the woman whose name was Melissa Hill, married to bookkeeper Victor Hill, and mother of 2 kids ages 5 and 3. “Please sit down.”

Melissa sat across from John, reached for a romance novel in her purse, and crossed her well shaped legs, the sounds of rubbing nylon rustling. John couldn’t resist the temptation and used his newspaper to hide the fact that he was looking at her over the top edge and under his eyebrows, and in a flash he saw the top of one of her nylons as the blonde crossed her legs. John then quickly aimed his eyes at the newspaper to prevent being caught staring at her legs.

Ventura was reading the stock market section but his thoughts were with Melissa’s nylon stocking-top, when the soup of black letters in his newspaper started becoming blurry and faded before his eyes. This was the point where reality faded away for John and his fantasy started taking over. And did it ever take him over!

The price of gold couldn’t interest John in the slightest anymore because the blond lady had managed to attract his attention pretty damn easily.

After all, she had slipped off her pumps under the table and, legs spread, put her nylon-clad feet on the table. With her left hand she kneaded her breasts and with her right hand she rubbed her crotch through her skirt as her toes curled.

She then pulled her skirt up, exposing her white lace panties; panties with an ever growing wet stripe vertically along the crotch. Melissa looked at John through squinted, lustful eyes, through her small pair of glasses.

This woman didn’t seem to give a damn about doing all of this in the middle of a crowded station diner in a heavily populated train station.

John looked around, heavily blushing, and noticed that Melissa had managed to attract the attention of everyone around as she moaned ever more loudly while furiously rubbing her pantied crotch.

Melissa’s nipples started becoming more prolific through her blouse, poking out visibly and sexily, and making clear she was not even wearing a bra.

As everyone in the diner (which seemed to be about 35 people of all ages) watched the blond woman in stunned silence and attention, she shoved her hand into her panties and John could clearly see her fingers busily rubbing up and down along her crotch, until it was obvious that one of her fingers was disappearing in and reappearing out of her vagina. This she did several times under the watchful eyes of a diner full of spectators. After about 10 insertions she pulled her hand out of her panties and with a load, guttural groan she stuck a wet finger in her mouth, slurping the digit clean.

Being stared at by numerous people, young and old, John felt the blood pound in his neck and temples when Melissa, half groaning, asked him if he would please…please suck on her toes. The man’s cheeks flushed a bright red and his eyes fixated on Melissa’s feet. He stared at those beautiful female feet, cased in flesh colored nylon, with a thin seam running evenly along the undersides of the woman’s toes. Those big, succulent looking toes curled and the wrinkles in the nylon that it caused colored a light brown. Piercing blue eyes stared at John through those small glasses and large eyes, of dozens of surprised onlookers, penetrated his soul.

But his mouth started watering.

His mouth started watering from those ever curling toes. From that groaning, finger fucking, tit kneading, blond beauty.

Dozens of people surrounding them or not, he grabbed Melissa’s right foot, and bit playfully, but lustfully, into her big toe. He slurped on Melissa’s toe and tasted the nylon covering it. He bit into the seam running under her toes and used his teeth to tear the nylon apart. He then sucked the woman’s big toe into his mouth and almost sucked fictitious toe juice right out of it, licked wildly across her wrinkled, pink sole and slid his wet tongue between all of her toes.

As at least thirty people were watching, John let go of all shame and swiped everything off the table with his arm, pulled Melissa onto the small table, pushed her back, and forced her legs wide apart. Panting, he wildly licked across the soaking crotch of her panties while he used his thumb to massage Melissa between the butt cheeks.

Melissa, insane with perverted, exhibitionistic passion, ripped her blouse open and the buttons flew everywhere. Perfect shaped tits with big red nipples vibrated as they were exposed to the watching eyes of the crowd around them.

The blond woman set her feet on the edge of the table and lifted her butt up, after which John didn’t hesitate for a second and pulled her panties off of her ass and down her legs until they were around her knees. He stuck his head between her thighs from underneath, sticking it between the panties around her knees, and her crotch, and proceeded to bury his tongue deeply into her warm, wet snatch. He roughly lapped over her swollen clit and sucked the frothing juices right out of her blond furred cunt with audible slurps. Melissa crossed her legs around John’s head and used them to pull his head tightly into her buttery, odorous crotch, only to feel his forceful tongue sink deep into her sucking quim. She started yelling out loud and couldn’t give a shit that she was being eaten out right in the middle of a crowded train station diner.

As a matter of fact, the stares of random strangers, both young and old, made her cunt leak all the more profusely. Acting like a wanton slut for all to see, that was what she was about at this point.

John fucked Melissa’s leaking vagina with his tongue and slurped mouthful after mouthful of female juices out of her insides, only to proceed swallowing the hot liquid down and go for the next mouthful.

Melissa screamed it out with depraved lust, feeling this stranger called John sucking himself tightly into her pink, slippery slit, his nose flatly against her tingling clit, and sucking hard on the contracting opening of her cunt. Any drop he missed ended up sliding slowly into the crack of her ass.

John, feeling anxious with passion, pushed Melissa’s nylon clad legs back toward her chest, telling her to spread her ass cheeks and keep them spread. A task Melissa’s fulfilled with pleasure.

A cry of joy escaped from her throat as she felt John scrape the flat surface of his tongue through the crack of her pungently odorous ass, across the twitching, wrinkled pucker of her asshole. He massaged her tasty shitter with the tip of his tongue and spat a fat white glob of saliva on the slightly bulging, slightly dark colored rim. John massaged her anus with his middle finger and slid the digit into the tight, sucking caverns of her ass. Under the watchful eyes of thirty-something people, the corporate psychologist finger banged the blond secretary/accountant’s shithole until she started loudly whimpering and thrashing on the table.

“Fuck my butt with your tongue,” the ponytailed blonde squealed.

John buried his face between Melissa’s warm, soft globes and slid his tongue deeply into her dirtbox. His tongue squelched and sloshed as he drilled it into her bowels time and time again. Her wrinkled rim nipped and sucked onto his invading tongue, trying to draw it further into her shitpipe.

As he ate out her scrumptious, sucking asshole, he undid his pants.

Melissa came up and helped him undo his pants and shove it down to expose John’s 8 inch cock to the gaze of over 30 complete strangers, a crowd that seemed to be growing as people from the platforms had started gathering inside the diner as well.

Melissa licked her lips and enclosed her slurping, hot mouth around his pole, proceeding to passionately suck his cock with fast bobs of her head, making her blond ponytail whip about. Slurps could be heard all the way out on the platform, and those that could watch, would see Melissa drool all over John’s fuck stick. Strings of spit cascaded down his shaft and balls, some of them dropping to the floor slowly like goo. Melissa seemed to be eating this man alive, this man that, just like the watching crowd, was a complete stranger to her.

At a certain point, the spectating flock had grown to numbers of 50 to 60 people, intently watching Melissa lick, suck, even gag on John’s prick with moans and slurps that sounded obscene even without the visual.

A small group of girls of around 18 years old came inside and started whispering and giggling to each other when they saw a young, blond woman lying chest-down on a diner table, sucking a stranger’s fat, dripping cock while grabbing his ass with both hands to pull herself deeper onto it. She was humping her crotch onto the table, seemingly hoping for something to quench the need in her sticky cunt. Ripped nylon was hanging from the heel of one naked foot.

John’s head had turned red to the point it seemed on the verge of exploding, especially after noticing being watched by a bunch of what looked like teenage girls; girls that couldn’t be older than his own daughter, who was living with his ex-wife. But his head seemed on the verge of exploding especially because of the wet, sucking mouth of this sex crazed blonde, slobbering and drooling all over his cock and balls in front of dozens and dozens of strangers. She was practically milking the spunk right out of his balls.

“Fuck me. Stick your cock up my snatch,” groaned Melissa with a raspy voice and laid back onto the table. She spread her legs and put her legs over John’s shoulders. John felt the nylon on her legs scrape against his neck and shoulders, as he stuffed the mushroom shaped head of his dick between Melissa’s pussy lips, and slowly buried his cock in the warmth of her cunt sheath. The blond woman closed her eyes with a whimper. It wasn’t long before the 60 headed crowd saw John starting to pound the blond haired twat.

His cock slammed into Melissa’s churning fuck tunnel to the root, his balls loudly slapping her ass. Melissa pulled her legs further up and pushed her feet into John’s face, who took her toes into his mouth as he had done before, plucked at the seam of the ‘intact’ stocking clad foot with his teeth, and pushed his tongue into the nylon and between her toes.

He looked up and noticed various people with their hands touching their crotches, and realized that nobody really felt ashamed of the watching the public spectacle. On the contrary, most people seemed to be having a pretty good time. Even one of the teenage girls whom had just joined the crowd, had her fingers rummaging around between her thighs and John could clearly see her rubbing the crotch of her jeans.

“In my ass. I want your cock in my ass,” sighed Melissa.

John slid from Melissa’s soaking fuckhole, and pushed her legs further up and back. As he surveyed the surrounding crowd, and noticed that Melissa did the same, he slowly forced his prick into the twitching pucker of her anus. Her sphincter squeezed tightly around his shaft as he sank it deeper and deeper.

Melissa groaned aloud and John looked up for a minute to see one of the teenage girls, Cindy, an 18 year old brunette with shoulder length hair, sitting on one of the tables, her feet on the edge, her skirt pulled up to her waist, and her fingers sliding over her crotch. She was wearing white cotton panties, which had been pulled back into the crack of her ass, and the bulge of her teen cunt was clearly outlined; the brown pubic hair of her clearly unshaven cunt was slightly sticking from the leg holes of her panties, and Cindy was rubbing her finger roughly across the hidden mound of her teenage puss. One of her friends, Esther, 19 years old and a blonde with short hair, removed Cindy’s moist hand and replaced it with her own, rubbing her 18 year old friend’s wet, pantied crotch. She then pulled the crotch of Cindy’s panties to the side, exposing the girl’s hair covered snatch to anybody willing to see, which certainly included John. Cindy had a beautiful cunt; fat outer lips with wide labia protruding between them. Her clit was large and pink, and the hair of her cunt seemed to extend all the way into the crack of the teenager’s ass.

John continued fucking Melissa in her tight, milking shitpipe, while watching Esther first rub her fingers up and down through Cindy’s pussy lips, only to see her index and middle fingers disappear into the 18 year old’s fuckhole, exposing the teen’s pink slit in the process.

With his dick pistoning into Melissa’s guts, John was mesmerized by the two girls, one finger fucked by the other as they, like himself and Melissa, were surrounded by complete strangers. Esther withdrew her fingers from her friend’s sucking quim with a slurp and sucked them into her mouth as her other hand was busy squeezing Cindy’s tits. Cindy, meanwhile, had her own hand between her legs again, using her fingers to spread her hot lips and exposing her inner pink to the public. The darling girl added some spice by visibly squeezing the muscles in her fuckbox, the opening to her cunt tunnel contracting as Esther had removed her fingers from her mouth and slid them into Cindy’s mouth to give her a taste of her own twat.

It was soon after that Esther bent down, laid her head on Cindy’s lower abdomen with her cheek right on top of Cindy’s triangle of fur, the corner of her mouth on top of the teen’s clithood. Esther stuck her tongue out to the side, and wiggled it over and in between her friend’s cuntflaps, the tip and side of her tongue slithering through her slit. The blond teenager’s saliva oozed through the pink slit of the 18 year old brunette, and further into the crack of her friend’s ass.

The image of those young, horny sluts cunt-sucking right in the middle of a large crowd made John lose control, not in the least aided by the tightly squeezing, sucking asshole of the unknown blonde that started the whole thing.

“Oohhh Jesus, I’m fucking cummingggg,” John yelled out into the packed diner.

“Ohh fuck, yess. Cum inside my butt, baby. Spurt your hot fuck sauce into my bowels,” wailed Melissa.

John forced his dong into Melissa’s shit tunnel to the balls, and pumped his seed into her guts until his balls were drained. Melissa felt the warm goo fill her insides and thought she was getting a spunk enema.

As the last drop of semen had left his balls to end up in Melissa’s clenching backdoor, the mob started whistling and applauding loudly. They seemed content with the show. Middle aged people, teenagers, people in suits and ties, even elderly ladies. The sexing teenage girls that had stopped their own performance. They were all clapping their hands.

John slumped forward on top of Melissa, his softening dick still halfway up his lover’s sucking, messy butthole.

He felt strange in his head. The noises around him started becoming unclear, unfocussed. And somewhat light headed he retreated his flaccid cock out of Melissa’s lewdly gaping, wet anus with a plop.

His sight became blurry, and he heard what seemed to be the screeching brakes of a train.

Suddenly he awoke from his daydream and noticed that the blonde, who served so deliciously as the object of his fantasy, was now standing on the platform, waiting for the train to stop. Quickly John gathered his belongings, and sped onto the platform. He stepped onto the train behind Melissa and had decided to see if he could find an empty seat across from her.

You never know.

Sometimes dreams can come true.

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