TitanAlpha
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Still in Draft, Looking for ideas for part 2 and 3. Also ideas on part one to improve
Chapter 1
My name is Abby Chandler. I'm a 27-year-old assistant sales director for a small computer company in London. I try to eat and stay healthy. I run every day and workout a couple times a week, but sometimes my bed is just too warm.
When was 11, I ordered a magic ring from an old dusty magic catalog once owned by my father. I had to write a letter telling them what I wanted the ring to do and send money in the mail. Until now, I had never received the ring or a refund nor had I ever heard from them.
16 years later, present day.
I was booked into a three-day conference at a Heathrow airport hotel. My company supplied me with a basic expense account for the room and meals and had registered me for the conference.
The conference its self was about selling techniques in the Middle East. I was not interested at all.
After the first day of the conference, I checked into my room. It was basically a modern room; very neat and clean, with photos of fruit on the wall, Queen sized bed and a bathroom with tub and shower combination. I opened my suitcase and carefully took off my suit coat and slipped off my slacks and white blouse.
I looked in the full-length mirror and was slightly disappointed by my short mousey brown hair, pale blotchy skin, small breasts and my non-existent bottom. While my body wasn't horrid, I was no model for sure. My history with boyfriends was poor. They all left me for women that are more attractive. My sex life when I had a boyfriend, was good but I was certainly no porn star, lacking in confidence.
I was just about to turn on the TV when I notice a small wrapped parcel laying in the center of the bed, with a note attached to it. The parcel was wrapped in plain brown paper and looked dated. An italics script said, "Abby Chandler, enclosed is your magic ring."
I looked around a little shocked. I didn't understand what it was doing here, now especially. I wondered if it was a joke but I had never told anyone about the ring I ordered when I was a child.
I opened the small brown package to reveal a small plain silver ring and a hand written note. The note read, "Abby, you wanted to be the object of men's desires. To achieve this, you must complete three tasks. Each task must be completed in order to gain this gift for life. If you fail to complete each task, you will receive the reverse. If you accept this assignment, place the ring on your finger."
I paused for a moment and thought to myself this can't be real. With a lot of skepticism, I slid the ring on. As soon as I did, I felt a little strange.
I went over to the mirror again and stared as my body started to change. My legs grew slimmer and tighter, shapelier. My breasts gained definition and weight, at least three sizes more, my blotchy skin was replaced by silky smooth skin; my short hair grew into long golden brown curls, just like the hair on a shampoo advertisement. My dull green eyes brightened to almost unreal glowing emeralds.
Suddenly, I was staring at a model. It was me, but not me. I was damn sexy. I had a shapely figure that every schoolboy dreamed of. I stood there rubbing my eyes in disbelief.
It wasn't just external either. I felt sexy, hot and confident. I could feel my hormones raging in this new body. I slipped my bra and panties off for a closer inspection. My breasts were firm and round with perfect nipples and my pussy was wet and warm with a small amount of pubic hair shaped as a landing strip.
As I looked in the mirror, italicized words began to write on it like on the parcel. "Across the hall is a man who has never experienced a woman. Make his wish come true tonight."
I froze and took a deep breath, not sure how or what it is I should do.
Still horny, I slipped on a white dressing robe from the hotel cupboard and crossed the hall. I paused a second before knocking. A young man’s voice from behind the door asked, "Who’s there?" I simply replied, "Room service." The door opened and the man, maybe 18 years old, stood there in his jeans and T-shirt. He was skinny, not bad looking with short spiky blond hair. He didn't look English, maybe more Swedish. "Errm...I didn't order room service." "Do I look like a waiter?" I asked, as I raised an eyebrow, and slipped my dressing gown open a little to expose my full frontal nakedness. He stood there with his eyes and mouth wide open, staring at me. “Are you gonna invite me in?" He was speechless, but stood back from the door and let me in. His room was an exact copy of mine except he had his laptop set up on the desk and had Skype running. I could see another boy on the screen looking puzzled. "Err, can I get you something, tea or coke?" "No, just get naked and up on the bed," I said in a stern voice. He looked at the laptop. "Leave it on," I smiled.
He quickly got undressed, first his shirt and jeans came off. He left his boxers on. I walked over to him and asked, "Have you ever been with a woman before?" “No,” he replied. “Did you want to inspect me?" He froze. I slipped off my robe and smiled, "Go ahead." I moved and climbed onto the bed, moving my hips toward the end of the bed and raised my legs, in full view of the webcam and the young man.
He started his inspection me. First, his warm hands moved over my breasts feeling their weight, pulling, and lightly pinching the nipples. He was eager to progress and move down to my pussy. I parted my legs as wide as I could. I saw him shaking with excitement.
He lowered his face just inches away from my pussy. He could feel the warmth and smell my sweetness. He used two hands to open me wide, revealing my inner pink lips. He placed one of his fingers inside me, probing into me. Then I felt a second finger enter me. I could feel my wetness running out of me and all over his hands as he slid his fingers deeper into me. He used two middle figures to part me wide, exposing my gaping hole.
I sat up to grab his wet fingers and suck on them tasting my own sweet juices. I looked at the laptop screen. Now there were three boys staring back at me. I waved and slid down his boxers, revealing his manhood. It was thicker and longer than I thought it would be. It stood there waiting at attention and I was not gonna disappoint him.
My tongue licked his tip tasting the salty pre cum before I engulfed the full length in my warm waiting mouth. I slid my hands across his ass, holding onto his hips and controlling his rocking motions. I had forgotten how inexperienced he was, as suddenly his cock twitched inside my mouth and shot his hot cum right down my throat. I didn't stop licking, sucking until every last drop was gone, and his cock was soft. I licked my lips to make sure none of his cum had leaked out.
I stood up and pushed him down onto his knees. With one leg on the bed, I grabbed his head and pushed his face into my wet pussy. I loved it. I gyrated back and forth coving his face with my juices. I paused now and again to let his tongue lick and explore me.
I could see he was hard again. I had him lay on the bed and lowered myself onto his hard cock. His width was good; it parted my pussy as it slipped slowly into me. His cock went in deep, until he hit bottom. I could still see his face glistening with my juices. I slowly started rocking up and down, feeling his throbbing cock inside me. Gradually I speeded up. I felt my juices flowing out on his balls as they slapped into me.
I was close to cumming, so I stopped and turned around to see the three boys on Skype, red faced and stunned. I blew them a kiss and continued to ride the stiff cock. I slid one hand onto my slippery clit and rubbed fast and hard.
Suddenly, I felt his thumb push into my asshole. I tried relaxing to let it slide further into me. I couldn't control myself and I screamed out as I orgasmed. My pussy muscles twitched in response, clamping down on his cock. This was enough to shoot his load deep inside me.
As I came down, I twisted my head to look at him, he was in heaven. I stood up with mixed juices dripping down my legs, I leaned over and kissed him goodbye and returned to my room.
Chapter 1
My name is Abby Chandler. I'm a 27-year-old assistant sales director for a small computer company in London. I try to eat and stay healthy. I run every day and workout a couple times a week, but sometimes my bed is just too warm.
When was 11, I ordered a magic ring from an old dusty magic catalog once owned by my father. I had to write a letter telling them what I wanted the ring to do and send money in the mail. Until now, I had never received the ring or a refund nor had I ever heard from them.
16 years later, present day.
I was booked into a three-day conference at a Heathrow airport hotel. My company supplied me with a basic expense account for the room and meals and had registered me for the conference.
The conference its self was about selling techniques in the Middle East. I was not interested at all.
After the first day of the conference, I checked into my room. It was basically a modern room; very neat and clean, with photos of fruit on the wall, Queen sized bed and a bathroom with tub and shower combination. I opened my suitcase and carefully took off my suit coat and slipped off my slacks and white blouse.
I looked in the full-length mirror and was slightly disappointed by my short mousey brown hair, pale blotchy skin, small breasts and my non-existent bottom. While my body wasn't horrid, I was no model for sure. My history with boyfriends was poor. They all left me for women that are more attractive. My sex life when I had a boyfriend, was good but I was certainly no porn star, lacking in confidence.
I was just about to turn on the TV when I notice a small wrapped parcel laying in the center of the bed, with a note attached to it. The parcel was wrapped in plain brown paper and looked dated. An italics script said, "Abby Chandler, enclosed is your magic ring."
I looked around a little shocked. I didn't understand what it was doing here, now especially. I wondered if it was a joke but I had never told anyone about the ring I ordered when I was a child.
I opened the small brown package to reveal a small plain silver ring and a hand written note. The note read, "Abby, you wanted to be the object of men's desires. To achieve this, you must complete three tasks. Each task must be completed in order to gain this gift for life. If you fail to complete each task, you will receive the reverse. If you accept this assignment, place the ring on your finger."
I paused for a moment and thought to myself this can't be real. With a lot of skepticism, I slid the ring on. As soon as I did, I felt a little strange.
I went over to the mirror again and stared as my body started to change. My legs grew slimmer and tighter, shapelier. My breasts gained definition and weight, at least three sizes more, my blotchy skin was replaced by silky smooth skin; my short hair grew into long golden brown curls, just like the hair on a shampoo advertisement. My dull green eyes brightened to almost unreal glowing emeralds.
Suddenly, I was staring at a model. It was me, but not me. I was damn sexy. I had a shapely figure that every schoolboy dreamed of. I stood there rubbing my eyes in disbelief.
It wasn't just external either. I felt sexy, hot and confident. I could feel my hormones raging in this new body. I slipped my bra and panties off for a closer inspection. My breasts were firm and round with perfect nipples and my pussy was wet and warm with a small amount of pubic hair shaped as a landing strip.
As I looked in the mirror, italicized words began to write on it like on the parcel. "Across the hall is a man who has never experienced a woman. Make his wish come true tonight."
I froze and took a deep breath, not sure how or what it is I should do.
Still horny, I slipped on a white dressing robe from the hotel cupboard and crossed the hall. I paused a second before knocking. A young man’s voice from behind the door asked, "Who’s there?" I simply replied, "Room service." The door opened and the man, maybe 18 years old, stood there in his jeans and T-shirt. He was skinny, not bad looking with short spiky blond hair. He didn't look English, maybe more Swedish. "Errm...I didn't order room service." "Do I look like a waiter?" I asked, as I raised an eyebrow, and slipped my dressing gown open a little to expose my full frontal nakedness. He stood there with his eyes and mouth wide open, staring at me. “Are you gonna invite me in?" He was speechless, but stood back from the door and let me in. His room was an exact copy of mine except he had his laptop set up on the desk and had Skype running. I could see another boy on the screen looking puzzled. "Err, can I get you something, tea or coke?" "No, just get naked and up on the bed," I said in a stern voice. He looked at the laptop. "Leave it on," I smiled.
He quickly got undressed, first his shirt and jeans came off. He left his boxers on. I walked over to him and asked, "Have you ever been with a woman before?" “No,” he replied. “Did you want to inspect me?" He froze. I slipped off my robe and smiled, "Go ahead." I moved and climbed onto the bed, moving my hips toward the end of the bed and raised my legs, in full view of the webcam and the young man.
He started his inspection me. First, his warm hands moved over my breasts feeling their weight, pulling, and lightly pinching the nipples. He was eager to progress and move down to my pussy. I parted my legs as wide as I could. I saw him shaking with excitement.
He lowered his face just inches away from my pussy. He could feel the warmth and smell my sweetness. He used two hands to open me wide, revealing my inner pink lips. He placed one of his fingers inside me, probing into me. Then I felt a second finger enter me. I could feel my wetness running out of me and all over his hands as he slid his fingers deeper into me. He used two middle figures to part me wide, exposing my gaping hole.
I sat up to grab his wet fingers and suck on them tasting my own sweet juices. I looked at the laptop screen. Now there were three boys staring back at me. I waved and slid down his boxers, revealing his manhood. It was thicker and longer than I thought it would be. It stood there waiting at attention and I was not gonna disappoint him.
My tongue licked his tip tasting the salty pre cum before I engulfed the full length in my warm waiting mouth. I slid my hands across his ass, holding onto his hips and controlling his rocking motions. I had forgotten how inexperienced he was, as suddenly his cock twitched inside my mouth and shot his hot cum right down my throat. I didn't stop licking, sucking until every last drop was gone, and his cock was soft. I licked my lips to make sure none of his cum had leaked out.
I stood up and pushed him down onto his knees. With one leg on the bed, I grabbed his head and pushed his face into my wet pussy. I loved it. I gyrated back and forth coving his face with my juices. I paused now and again to let his tongue lick and explore me.
I could see he was hard again. I had him lay on the bed and lowered myself onto his hard cock. His width was good; it parted my pussy as it slipped slowly into me. His cock went in deep, until he hit bottom. I could still see his face glistening with my juices. I slowly started rocking up and down, feeling his throbbing cock inside me. Gradually I speeded up. I felt my juices flowing out on his balls as they slapped into me.
I was close to cumming, so I stopped and turned around to see the three boys on Skype, red faced and stunned. I blew them a kiss and continued to ride the stiff cock. I slid one hand onto my slippery clit and rubbed fast and hard.
Suddenly, I felt his thumb push into my asshole. I tried relaxing to let it slide further into me. I couldn't control myself and I screamed out as I orgasmed. My pussy muscles twitched in response, clamping down on his cock. This was enough to shoot his load deep inside me.
As I came down, I twisted my head to look at him, he was in heaven. I stood up with mixed juices dripping down my legs, I leaned over and kissed him goodbye and returned to my room.
