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A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.
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CASE HISTORY ONESUBJECT: Alison Alpert AGE: EighteenINTERVIEW ONEThis extremely attractive young blonde, sashayed into my office one day in early July, referred to my office by her family physician, because of severe rope burns on her wrists and ankles, and serious whip welts on her buttocks and upper thighs. Though her wounds had healed, the young woman still, quite obviously was suffering from internal scarring. What follows is a taped transcript of my first session with the attractive, but wounded young blonde.I've never been to a psychiatrist before. I feel kind of strange. I know that everyone in New York City is supposed to be nuts, and just about everyone visits a psychiatrist at least once a week, but shit, I'm only eighteen.I do suppose I'm sort of grown up for my age. That's how I got into trouble with Jack in the first place. I don't know why I was in such a damned hurry to discover sex.Well, I had messed around with a few of the high school boys, fucked a few times, and enjoyed my first orgasms with another, but shit, I wished I had only known how far ahead of the game I was.I was way out there. None of the girls I knew were even into sex. I was already fucking plenty. Don't get the wrong impression, I wasn't just some Sheila tossed from horny young man to horny young man.I mean, let's admit that I'm beautiful. I know it, and I know you know it.How?Well, when I walked in here, I saw it in your eyes. A girl can tell about things like that.I knew you wanted to have a go at me. I knew you wanted to kiss me, and touch my breasts, and jam your rod up my hole. But you're a psychiatrist, and you're not supposed to want to do things like that to your patients-right?Sure. I'm not stupid. I told you I was old for my age.What I'm trying to get at is that I had my pick of guys. My blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and my trim body are quite a turn-on, not just for the high school and college boys, either. I'm talking about real men. You know, grown-ups.It didn't take me long to go through the various layers of the socio-economic system here in the city-amazing how I know those big words at such a tender, and fragile age, eh? Well, like I said, I don't fuck around. I was hanging out with wise old college professors, lawyers, doctors, engineers, writers, musicians, and all other manner of male creatures.I've done a lot of fucking, already. I started when I was eighteen. Shit, I'll bet I know as much about sex as a lot of women who are forty and fifty.Well, I really blew it when I started hanging out with actors. They're the worst. Everything is a fucking movie to them.You don't mind if I swear, do you?Good. It comes natural to me. I must have been a truck driver, or a Marine, in a past life.Jack is the name of the guy who did the bondage number on me. He's not famous, or anything like that. He's just one of the many thousands of actors, being actors in New York City-which I think mostly is for the benefit of other actors.Pretty astute, eh? Well, this Jack character sort of caught my attention, because he was so damned beautiful.Well, it was really more a situation of being handsome, than it was one of being beautiful. He was a macho kind of dude, and you could tell that he had a lot of self-confidence. Like he didn't think he could do wrong.Well, I was standing on the street, and he came up to me, and told me that I was beautiful. He had a nice style. It seems just like yesterday that it all happened."Hi, good looking," he smiled. "What's your name?""Alison," I smiled, purposely leaning forward slightly, so he could see my cleavage. I was wearing one of those slit dresses, so that when I put one foot out in front of the other, my lovely leg was well shown off."Are you legal, honey?" he asked."I'm eighteen, if that's what you mean.""That's exactly what I mean," he smiled, running his fingers through his dark, greased back hair. He smiled, so that his dimples showed, and he winked-his devilishly yellow-green eyes sparkling like rare gems."I'm a hot actor, baby," he smiled. "Don't you want to know what it's like to make love with someone who is for sure going to be famous-probably go on to win a couple of academy awards?""Sure, why not?" I said. I didn't feel like lying. I figured I should just tell the truth.So, I went up to Jack's Christopher Street one bedroom apartment. The dude wasn't poor, that's for sure.The place was lavishly decorated, and there were all the standard actor items about: the book shelves lined with volumes of famous, and not so famous plays. There were the actors' biographies, the annuals, the piles of Back Stage, and Variety. Of course, I didn't know at the time that it was all standard prop shit for every would-be actor in the city.I thought this was big time. I half expected to see Paul Newman and Robert Redford stroll out of the kitchen, munching on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and drinking from a magnum of Dom Perignon. Yeah, I got a wild imagination.Jack said I should try my hand at film writing. He said a lot of things. He was good with the words. That's how I got fucked up in the first place. I should never have listened to his rap. What a load of crap."Say, baby," Jack laid on the charm, "why don't you take off your clothes, and let me see what sort of lady I'm dealing with."I was such a baby to think that hip talk made one a hip person. He was a goof, and that's about all. Oh, I can say that now, in retrospect, but at the time, shit, he was Rock Hudson, Marlon Brando, and Gary Cooper all rolled up into one.If you want to know what I think about him now, let me tell you that I think he is about on a par with O.J. Simpson, as an actor.So, like I was saying, at the time, I thought I was with Valentino, playing in Son of the Sheik.I stepped right out of my dress, like a good girl, and he admired my form. He liked the way I looked in my pink lace panties. I could tell that right away.I suppose the bulge in his jeans was my tip off."Are you a real blonde?" he smiled. "I sure am.""Well, you can prove it to me by slipping out of those lace panties." So, I did.He gasped with horny pleasure, and stepped up to me. He pressed his hand up against my pussy, and he rubbed me in a way, that guaranteed that this dude knew what the hell he was doing. Jack had been around. That's for sure. He was a cool dude, with a giant bulge in his pants to go with his handsome face.Before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees before me, parting my pussy lips with his finger tips, and running his tongue up and down the length of my cunt.He took my firm clit flesh into his mouth, and he sucked me like I've never been sucked before.I was on fire with passion, and I felt every nerve ending in my body tingle with excitement, as the well-trained tongue worked up and down the length of my canyon of pleasure.I pressed my hands down through his chic, oily hair, and directed the movement of his mouth up against my pussy.When I say pleasure, I mean pleasure. He certainly did give me pleasure. He ran his tongue all over my pussy, and in and out of my hole. He stuck a finger deeply into my anus, working it about, drilling me, exciting me, making me lose all sense of reality, and limitations.With his tongue crammed up my twat hole, and his fingers jerking off my clit flesh, I felt like I was just about to be hurled through outer space-at least the outer limits of my sexuality.No one has ever turned me on like that before.I was screaming, I think.I don't even remember. I just know that I was really out of it.He was working his fingers in and out of my cunt and asshole, 'while his tongue, teeth and lips generously ministered to my clitoral needs.I don't even know how I was able to stand. I was shaking all over with passion while his fingers and tongue did a number on me that I'll simply never forget.1 was out of my mind with lust and passion as his tongue flicked against my clit, and slid inside my pussy hole; he was a cool fuck artist, that's for sure.I fell down-more like toppled-as my orgasm struck. My body was totally on fire with passion and delight.I writhed about on the floor like a damned voodoo victim. I was really into it.I recognize that it was as much me as him. I was letting myself go. I was totally mesmerized by the hot passion which worked through me like bolts of lightning.Pumping, writhing,-on fire with delightful passion, I lay there on the floor.I guess my eyes were closed, because I didn't notice Jack getting undressed.Suddenly, there he was, between my legs, with his huge, rock-hard organ pressed up against my sensitive cunt flesh.He was working his tool back and forth on my slit, ready to slide down into my hole.He closed his mouth on mine, and rammed his mighty pecker all the way down into the depths of my pussy hole. He hurt me. I think he did it on purpose, to suck my scream into his mouth.I sure did scream. I don't think I screamed that loud since I saw Elvis Presley walking down Fifth Avenue when I was nine.Well, this Jack dude was sucking up my screams, and pounding his pecker in and out of my pussy hole like I was some sort of asphalt jungle, and he was a jack hammer.He kept fucking me like that, forcing my legs back over my head, and jamming his organ in and out of my cunt, while his fingers searched in my ass, like he was looking for some sort of surprise gift.It hurt plenty. But I didn't care. It was like I was sacrificing myself for art, or some such nonsense. What the hell did I know? I knew from nothing. Yeah, it's easy for me to say that now, but at the time, I thought it was cool to suffer for this gorgeous actor.I'll even admit to you that I was thinking that I might get discovered, and put in the movies. Yeah, what the hell."Oh, you fuck real nice," he sighed. "You have such a neat little fur pie between your legs, and I sure do like the way you feel, down deep.""That's rather obvious," I said. "It feels like you're trying to shove it in one end, and out the other.""Yeah, it's great fun, huh?""Yeah, great fun.""Well," he smiled, "let's see how you like it up the ass." Doctor, I want you to understand that I only tried that once before. And I didn't like it much at all.But I wasn't about to deny Jack the pleasure of my rectum.As I lay on my belly, with my legs spread widely apart, he moved in behind me for the kill.I grasped at the carpet as best I could, trying to find some way of hanging on, 'cause I knew it was going to hurt as he porked me in the ass. I'll tell you, it didn't feel so bad.You see, he sort of worked me up to it. A nice guy-really.He spread my ass cheeks apart, and ran his tongue slowly over my ass crack. His tongue slowly entered my asshole, and he pleased me immensely, as he warmed and moistened my rectum.His tongue was flicking about like a fish on a line. I was feeling good about a lot of things. I was particularly happy to be with this cool actor dude.Like I said before, I was having all these visions of me being a hot Hollywood starlet.There I was, on the floor of Jack's living room, with my legs spread wide, on my belly, with his tongue working in and out of my asshole.And I was dreaming about motion picture stardom. To say that I was naive would be an understatement, I reckon. I was pretty naive all right.I felt his tongue slide out of my asshole, and then I knew I was really in for a brutal ride.He was right up behind me, with his huge pecker throbbing, and ready to slide down into my depths.He pressed slowly up into my asshole, and working his tool about, I was amazed that it didn't hurt too much.His cock pressed down all the way inside, and I felt a throbbing excitement. I felt a wave of passion move up my bowel, and I knew that I was in for some good sex.Getting up on my hands and knees, I lifted my ass up in the air, and felt him slide all the way in.I'm talking about ten inches of hard, hefty cock meat.I took that huge sausage of a cock up my ass, and I was frigging myself like orgasms were becoming extinct.He was pounding in and out of my ass, so that it felt like the cock was pressing up against my heart.His nuts were filled with hot spunk, and judging by the way his passion-filled nuts were bouncing off my ass cheeks, he was about ready to loosen a hefty load of hot spunk up my ass.I worked my rear up against his intruder, and moaned like a maniac.Burning hot spunk shot suddenly up into my bowel. My orgasm was simultaneously triggered, and it was like the cow jumping over the moon.That's how good it felt.I mean, like it was the first time I ever enjoyed the sensation. There I was, on my belly, being porked properly in the ass, and I liked it. I was cool.INTERVIEW TWOAs the first interview with Alison Alpert was most revealing, I felt, in a professional way. I learned a great deal about her extreme sexual libertinage, which manifested itself at such a tender age. In scheduling the magnificently attractive young eighteen-year-old blonde for a second interview, I hoped to delve more deeply into the issue of bondage, and sado-masochism. The whip welts, and rope burns, treated previously, by a general practitioner, attested to a perverse frame of mind. What follows, is the taped transcript of the second interview.Like I was saying, before you kicked me out of your office, 'cause that other patient showed up, I was being porked properly in the ass, while frigging myself, and it was feeling good.Yep, that Jack was a damn good fuck artist. He really was. I should have known he was too good to be real. There I was on my hands and knees, rubbing my cunt with my fingers, feeling the sexual passion build to a frenzy in my groin, and the actor's organ was banging away in my asshole.It was some sexual treat, that's for sure. Jack was groaning like a mule, as his thickened tool worked all the way in, and then all the way out. I had control of the situation, still, at that point.My lust-filled breasts were pressed against the floor, and my ass was shaking about like a newborn butterfly, drying her wings. When I say I was filled with lust and passion, I'm not kidding. I was really going strong.I could tell by the way Jack was blowing in my ear, and nibbling on the back of my neck, that he was filled with lust and need as well. His organ was pounding away in my ass, while his fingers worked rapidly over my own hand-so that we both frigged me.He bellowed with lust, and his organ shot off like a fire hose in my ass. He filled me with his hot spunk, bathing the interior of my ass tubes with his creamy delight.My knees buckled, and my clit flipped. It was hot. I nearly forgot to breathe. Can you imagine what it's like to get off sexually so powerfully that you nearly forget to breathe?Well, let me tell you, it's pretty damn powerful-that's for sure. There I was, shooting off into my ass, biting nearly through the flesh of my neck, and it was like being in heaven.After Jack shot his rod off in my rear entry, he pulled out of me, and we both collapsed on the carpet. We just lay there for hours, not talking, not sleeping, not doing much of anything.Finally, Jack spoke."Have you ever thought about bondage?" . "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked, not quite sure, really, what he meant."You know, like tying each other up, and tickling and giggling, and just having a merry old time.""That sounds like fun," I said. What the hell, it did sound like fun. I forgot about him being an actor.I watched him go to the closet to fetch several lengths of rope. I liked the way his body looked. I liked the way his organ swelled.I could smell his sweat, as he wound the rope around my wrists and ankles. I told him he was pulling too tight. He didn't say anything.I was beginning to get the general idea. I was beginning to realize that he was going to put me through some very strange shit before he was through with me.I was lying on my belly, and he was standing beside me, looking down. My wrists and ankles were burning with hot pain. I writhed about, uncomfortably, wincing against the pain."Why are you being a prick about this?" I asked. "I thought it was going to be fun....""Shut up! The fun is over. Now the real pleasure begins."I didn't know what he meant, at first. But when he returned to the closet and returned with a long black leather whip, I knew that I was about to truly be abused."Can't we at least talk about it?" I said."There's nothing to talk about," he replied. "It's plain and simple. You need it, just like I need it.""What the hell are you talking about?" I asked."I want to hurt you, so bad.""You're serious aren't you?" I asked. "I mean, this isn't just some monologue you're running past me, right?""You're right, sweet baby doll," he smiled. I am really into cracking this whip over you. I am going to take such delight in tearing at your flesh with this whip, that you just are not going to believe it.""We'll see about that," I said, trying to pull my ankles and wrists loose from the bonds. I couldn't move. The fucker had really bound me up tightly. I nearly panicked. I mean, it was no fun-no fun at all.I was rolling about on the carpet, trying to move from him. I don't know where the fuck I thought I was going to. It didn't matter. It just seemed that I needed to put up some sort of fight.He was laughing, like some sort of demon, as he ran about after me. He was cracking the whip at me, and the tip was tearing at my flesh. I was truly flipped with fear.His cock was bigger than before. Jack was really turned on to be hurting me.As the whip dug into my flesh, it hurt. I mean, imagine what it felt like. It hurt plenty. But, the funny thing about it, was that when I gave up-when I allowed myself to simply flow with it, everything got better. It stopped hurting. And would you believe, I actually began to enjoy it?Yep. My clit began to swell with passion, even as the tip of the whip was digging into my skin. Talk about pain-there was just no way I wanted to deal with that.Writhing about, pumping, moaning, filled with passion, I worked my ass about on the rug, enjoying the feeling of having my wounds injured. Funny how that worked.I pumped up against his leg like a horny dog. I know it was debasing, but at the time, I just didn't care.It felt fantastic. The whip was cracking again and again against me. My entire being was crazed with hot sexual delight.Jack stopped whipping me for a bit, and stood over me, jerking himself off. He had a wild look in his eyes. It was most amazing."Aren't you going to fuck me again?" I asked."I want you to suffer.""I can get off on that, if you approach it properly," I said. "The pain is sort of delicious, once one gets used to it.""Do you really mean that?" Jack asked."I sure do.""Sonofabitch, that's good," he smiled. "I've been looking for a lady like you for ever so long. You really are a treat.""Thanks," I smiled. "Now, how about untying my ankles, so you can shove that handsome dork of yours inside me?""That sounds real nice," he smiled. "I just might want to do that."He untied my ankles. He was going to untie my wrists, but I told him not to. That surprised him a bit."You weren't kidding, were you?" he asked."No," I said. "I wasn't kidding. I really like this.""Oh, that's real nice," he said, as he grabbed me by the hair, and twisted my lovely long blonde hair tightly in his fist. "I always wanted someone I could really take my anger out on."Then a look came into his eyes which truly scared the shit out of me. I didn't like it at all. No, not one bit.He slapped me fiercely. I could feel my brains rattle in my head. I was like jello inside and out.He kept hitting me, until I felt my face begin to swell completely out of proportion.Suddenly, the whip handle was shoved up my pussy. It hurt. It hurt plenty. I was beginning to regret that I had decided to get involved in this brand of evil shit.I was crying bitterly, screaming in pain, as the whip handle was forced up my ass."It's going too far," I cried out. "This isn't for me. I was wrong. I take it all back. Please, stop."
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