Pagan Moss' Peep Show Stories

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Keeping up with the Joneses



We were both asleep--I on the couch and Mistress Sativa on the floor--when the beep beep of the front door went off. Mistress Sativa pulled her blankets up over her head and curled up in the fetal position. "You're up next, right?" she asked--her words barely audible under all the fluff. "I thought it was your turn," I said. "The last show was your regular wasn't it? The guy who manages the Mexican dive down the street?"

"Oh, Ass Man," Mistress Sativa said. "You're right, he was the last custie." She poked her nude wig-capped head out from under the blankets and blinked her false lashes madly at the light.

I sat up and squinted at the small black and white monitor across the room, trying to make out the dark forms standing in the lobby. It looked like a couple, but not the typical couple that walked into this joint. "There's something strange about them," I said. "I can't quite put my finger on it but . . ."

Mistress Sativa cut me off mid-sentence. "Yeah, they look like Ward and June Cleaver. They're probably from out of town and got lost trying to get back to their hotel after an exhausting day of shopping and site seeing. They probably think this place is actually a tanning salon," she said with a laugh.

"It would be our luck," I said.

"You take them," Mistress Sativa whined.

"I don't want to deal with them," I said. "It's your turn; you go."

"P-L-E-A-S-E! I don't feel well. I think I'm going to start my period any minute," she said, scrunching up her face. "Besides," she said, picking up what looked like Strawberry Shortcake's scalp. "I rolled over my wig when I was sleeping and it's gonna take me at least five minutes to brush it out. And I can't go out there just wearing my wig cap."

"OK," I said reluctantly. "But you have to wash the cum towels tonight."

"All right, whatever you say," she said. She closed her eyes and retreated back into her warm nest.

I stood up and smoothed out my naughty nurse uniform. I put on my trench coat, reading glasses, and slipped on a pair of flats and walked out to greet the couple, leaving my seven inch heels behind.

I opened the door to the lobby and found the couple standing patiently in the middle of the room. They were a handsome middle-aged couple, oddly perfect. The mister was dark, tall and handsome with broad shoulders. He had a square jaw and perfect hair and teeth. He wore a dark suit and shiny black loafers. The misses was thin and surprisingly tall for a woman, almost matching his height. She wore her hair in a tight blonde bob which curled under perfectly at the ends. She was strikingly beautiful with sharp features and piercing light blue eyes, which eerily matched the color of her form-fitting polyester skirt suit, appearing to date circa 1950.

I sat down behind the front desk. "Hi, can I help you?" I asked matter-of-factly.

They both smiled their perfect smiles and started walking toward me. "We were hoping you could tell us a little bit about this place," the man said. The woman kept smiling as she daintily clutched a rather large white patent leather purse just below her slight chest.

"Sure . . . of course," I said. I pointed to a pair of chairs next to the desk. "Why don't you have a seat."

"Thank you," the man said. He took a step back and held out his hand like a gentlemen, gesturing for her to sit first. When they were both seated, they scooted to the very edge of their chairs and leaned forward as if eager to hear the good news.

"There's a folder on the table next to you," I said, pointing in that direction.

The man picked up the folder and laid it open across his lap for both of them to see. My nails dug into my palms as I watched them peruse the menu, waiting for their smiles to dissolve into shock and dismay. After a couple of seconds the woman leaned over and whispered something into the man's ear. His face turned serious. "Are you the one who does the shows?" he asked.

"I can . . . or if you had another hair color or body type in mind, there's another girl in the back," I said. "I'd be happy to bring her out."

"Oh, that won't be necessary," he said. He smiled and placed his hand on the woman's knee. "My wife actually thinks you're really beautiful," he said. "She just wanted to make sure you were the one." The woman laid her head down on the man's shoulder and coyly brushed a lock of blonde hair from her face and gave me a wink.

I grabbed the paperwork and started to write. "So you want a couple's show, right?" I asked. They both smiled and nodded affirmatively. "OK, I just want to make sure you understand this is a non-nude show. You both can get as comfortable as you like in the room, but we can't touch each other during the show."

"But we can touch each other, right?" he asked, pointing to the woman and then back at himself.

"That is correct," I said.

"Sounds great," he said. He opened his wallet and handed me several twenties. "I know the show's only ninety; the rest is for you."

"Thanks," I said. "Now I just need your names to finish up the paperwork. It doesn't have to be your real names. You can make something up if you'd like. It's just this stupid procedure we have."

The man immediately responded, "We're the Jones, Frank and Betty." They seemed amused as they watched me write down their names in the book.

"Nice to meet you both," I said. "My name's Kate. Follow me and I'll show you to the room."

They eagerly followed me down the dark and narrow corridor to the room. I opened the door and they stepped inside. "Go ahead and get comfortable," I said. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes wearing something that shows a little more skin," I said, tugging at my jacket.

A couple minutes later I came back and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Betty said.

I opened the door and vamped into the room wearing my seven inchers. Betty was lying beautifully naked on the couch with one arm draped dramatically over the edge. Her skin was creamy white, except for the pinkness of her nipples, and the ample mound of dark curly brown hair between her legs.

Frank sat naked on the back of his heels atop a towel he had spread out on the carpet. His body rippled with aging muscles under a mess of black wiry hair that seemed to grow out of everywhere. He looked up to see my reaction. "We don't have a lot of time," he said. "So we thought we'd just get down to business."

"Of course," I said. I let my jacket drop, revealing a white lacy body suit with matching white thigh-high stockings.

"Wow," Betty said. "Doesn't she look beautiful, Frank?"

"Oh yes, darling," he answered. "Just like a little angel."

"Thank you," I said. "You both are looking quite sexy yourselves."

"Really?" Frank asked. "You don't think we're too old?"

I laughed and said, "Too old, you can't be older than 35."

He cleared his throat and smiled. "Try 50, darling," he said.

"I don't believe you," I said.

"It's true," he said, flexing his biceps. "Lots of exercise and sex . . . right, baby?" he said to his wife.

Betty smiled and nodded and then pointed to the floor. "Frank, darling. Would you be so kind as to get my bag for me?" she asked.

"Of course, dear," he said. He handed her the bag and sat back down on his towel.

She opened up the bag on the coffee table and reached inside. She pulled out a white hanky and spread it out on the table. She then proceeded to pull out an impressive collection of sex toys and lube, which she carefully laid out on the hanky.

"She wants you to watch her," Frank said.

I grabbed a chair and sat down right next to her.

Betty picked up a large hot pink dildo off the table and started licking the sides as she gazed into my eyes. "What do you think of my husband's cock?" she asked.

I looked over at Frank. He proudly held it out for me to see.

"Isn't it perfect?" Betty asked. "It's the most perfect cock I've ever seen. He could have been a model."

Frank smiled and looked down at his cock. "I don't know about that, baby," he said with a laugh.

"No, I agree. It's really a nice one," I said. "I've seen a lot and I'd have to say it's one of the nicer ones."

"Really?" he said. "You're not just saying that?"

"Of course not," I said.

"Wow, thanks," he said. "That means a lot coming from an expert."

I was no expert.

Betty grew weary of licking and sucking the dildo and decided to play with her light blue, medium-sized vibrator instead. She picked up her lube and squeezed out a generous dollop onto her palm and reached between her legs, working the slippery mess into all her curves and folds. She gave the vibrator a quick suck and then turned it on, filling the room with a low steady hum. She slowly glided the vibrator down the front of her body, stopping at her breasts to tease each nipple with the vibrating tip before moving between her legs. She closed her eyes and gently worked the vibrator back and forth over her clit, moaning softly. "Come here, Frank," Betty said. "I want to show Kate how I suck your cock."

Frank quickly got up from the floor and walked over to the couch. He took his cock in his hand and waved it teasingly over her face. Betty stretched out her tongue and wagged it wildly, trying to reach it.

"You want this, don't you?" he said in a husky voice. Betty nodded. He lowered himself and she greedily took his firm cock into her mouth, making him gasp and moan as his hairy ass forged onward in delight. Betty looked over to make sure I was watching. She reached her free hand between her legs and spread her hairy lips, revealing the soft pink wetness that lied beneath. She lowered the vibrator further and let just the tip slip inside her tight pussy, teasing herself . . . and me. She pulled away from Frank and said, "I think I'm ready, baby."

He paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath. "OK," he said as if he knew exactly what she had in mind. He reached inside Betty's bag and pulled out a pair of latex gloves and a small plastic bag. Anticipating my response he immediately tried to explain, "Don't worry, we're not crazy," he said. "We just like to take precautions when we go to places like this."

"Of course," I said, not totally convinced.

He kneeled at the side of the couch near her feet.

Feeling a little awkward, I stood up. "I have a nice lacy bra and panty set under this bodysuit. Would you like to see it?" I asked.

Betty swallowed hard and nodded as her arm worked the vibrator.

I slowly stripped out of my bodysuit, letting it fall to the floor, and danced around the couch in my bra and g-string. "You have such a great body," Betty said. "I know you can't touch us, but I was wondering if you could sit over my face while I come?"

"Yeah?" I said, smiling. "I guess I could do that."

We all stood up and laid out clean towels on the floor. Betty laid down first and resumed with her vibrator. Frank followed, sliding down between Betty's legs to lick up all her juices. I got on all-fours and carefully crawled over Betty toward Frank until my pussy was directly over her face. "Can you lower yourself a little more, honey?" Betty gasped.

I lowered my hips until I was just inches above her. "Perfect," she purred. I could feel her words.

I looked on while Frank's tongue feverishly darted against Betty's clit. I reached down and touched myself through my panties as I watched the muscles in Betty's legs begin to tense. I watched the tension as it rippled downward like a building wave toward her feet, making her toes spread and curl as she yelled out, "Now!"

Frank skillfully reached between Betty's cheeks with his gloved hand and slowly pulled out a string of black anal beads as she let out a murderous scream. He quickly disposed of the greasy beads and his gloves into the plastic bag and then proceeded to quietly finish himself off over Betty, coming onto her stomach. Betty didn't move--she just laid sprawled out on the ground as if dead-- her eyes closed and her mouth wide open. The only hint of life was the rise and fall of her bare chest.

I stood up and put on my jacket.

"That was wonderful," Frank whispered. He looked at Betty still lifeless on the floor. "Don't worry about her," he said with a laugh. "She just had a big one."

"Take your time getting ready," I said, walking toward the door. "I'll be back in a few minutes to show you out."

Five minutes later I came back and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Frank said.

I opened the door and found them still dressing. "Sorry, it takes us a while," Betty said as she straightened her skirt. She put on her jacket, picked up her bag and gave the room the final once-over. "I think we're finally ready," she said, smoothing her hair.

Frank checked his watch and his face turned serious. "Yeah, we better get going, honey," he said. "We told the kids we'd be picking them up from the movies around this time."

"Oh, dear," Betty said with a laugh. "I didn't realize it was so late."


4 Comments:
Anonymous Anonymous said...
Pagan, that's awesome!!11!!1 :)
Seriously, every character but the narrator is engaging already. The narrator may work to further the plot and remain under keyed. The story leads with a pretty strong hook. Good stuff.

josh
1:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...
This is torture having to wait!

And, that woman sounds beautiful. I love creamy white skin and perfect pink nipples. I imagine Lara Flynn Boyle has skin and nipples like that. Too bad she's soooo skinny!
4:19 PM  
Blogger pressedflower said...
jesus i'm hooked...waiting anxiously
4:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...
I meant to post this earlier, but Pagan, I'm so happy to see your writing on the page again. The art links are wonderful, but they aren't what drags me back time and again. So when are you going to get around to publishing a book? Short stories, a novel, whatever... I'll be first in line in Chicago to get it.

Dok
9:12 PM  
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