TIM WANTS YOUR SISTER
By V.P. Viddler
"Tim's going to tie me up tonight."
"Oh, Gloria!"
"That turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Christ, of course it does!"
"Well, think about it."
"I am, god, I am! How is he going to tie you?"
"Tightly. Very tightly."
"Oh, you bitch! I mean--"
"I know. But I can't tell you that. It's always a big surprise to me. But I'll
tell you what."
"What?"
"If you're nice to me, I'll call you up and tell you all about it."
"What? You mean while--"
"Right. While I'm all tied up and everything. Maybe I'll be naked, too."
"Oh Jesus!"
"Would you dig that, Harry? Would you like having me call you on the phone, all
tied and helpless, and stark staring naked? Hmmm?"
"Gloria--oh Christ I--I--"
"Why, Harry, I'll bet you're hard already. Aren't you?"
"Damn it, Gloria!"
"Just thinking about that. Are you hard, Harry?"
"Yes!"
"I knew it. But just imagine how hard it will be when I call you tonight."
"But--how can you call me if you'll be all tied up?"
"Oh, that's all right. Tim will help me. Tim likes to watch me do things like
that when he's got me in his power. It turns him on to watch me turning somebody
else on."
"I want to watch too!"
"Sorry, Harry. Tim wants me all to himself--physically, that is. Anyway, you'll
enjoy it when I call you. You'll probably masturbate while I talk to you,
thinking about my naked body, all bound up and helpless--"
"Shit! I wish I could see it."
"I'll tell you all about it, Harry. All about how I look. And how I'm
positioned. Maybe Tim will tie my hands behind my back. That makes my breasts
stand out. It gives him good access to them. With his hands. And with anything
else he wants to use on them."
"Jesus!"
"Or--maybe I'll be spread-eagled on his bed. All stretched out, with my body
tight as a drum, my arms and legs taut and straining as the ropes pull them
apart. That way--"
"Damn! Gloria! Shit!"
"Don't come in your pants, Harry."
"You goddam teasing--"
"And sometimes Tim will hang me by my hair. I stand in the middle of the room
and he lashes my hair to the light fixture. Just tight enough to make me stand
up on my toes. That's torture! I can't stay on my toes all the time, and if I
relax my hair pulls at my scalp and I go crazy! Tim loves to watch that. He
loves to hear me gasping and whimpering and pleading with him. He leaves my
hands free so that when I get desperate enough I'll take my clothes off for him.
Yes, I strip myself naked in front of him, and all the time I'm wriggling and
twisting and squirming and writhing--"
"Gloria--I want to--"
"I know, Harry. But you can't."
"Just a--"
"No. But I'll call you up, Harry. I'll tell you all about it. I'll take my
clothes off as I'm talking to you. I'll let Tim whip me while I'm talking to
you. And you can listen to me screaming and howling and yelping. Wouldn't you
like that?"
"Tim--whipping you--"
"Whipping me all over my bound and naked body. Whipping me hard, making me howl
into the phone. You can jerk off as you listen to my screams. Jerk off with my
agonized yelling in your ear, the vision of my body in front of your eyes. My
breasts and my thighs and my ass--jumping and thrashing under Tim's whip--"
"I can't stand this!"
"But you have to be nice, Harry, or I won't call you up at all."
"What? What can I--"
"Tim wants your sister."
"Tim wants--"
"Tim wants your darling little sister Myrna."
"Why?"
"To hurt her, of course."
"I can't--"
"Can't you?"
"Myrna."
"Is she a virgin?"
"I don't--"
"You might find out."
"You mean--Christ!"
"Myrna's a sensuous little thing."
"My sister!"
"Naked."
"She is built. I always wondered--"
"Naked and spread eagled."
"Shit!"
"Twisting and squirming."
"All right. If I can have her."
"What fun!"
"But you have to call me."
"I'll tell you all the details. I'll tell you how Tim is making my out-thrust
nipples stand up--for the whip. I'll gasp out how much my wide-open body is
hurting. I'll let Tim hold the phone to his crotch as he makes me go down on
him. You can listen to me sucking his cock, all my gasps and gurgles and gulps
as Tim jams himself into my throat and shoots that stuff all over my face and
I'll swallow it so you can hear me swallowing and swallowing and crying and
sobbing and Harry what do you think you're--wait, wait-- wait--Harry--all right,
all right, don't pull my hair, please, don't pull so hard. All right. Wait.
Don't pinch it, no--I'll do it, all right, Harry, I'll do it, okay, I'm going
down, I'm going down, yes. I'll pull my skirt up. Here. Harry. Hit me. Crush me.
Spread my thighs apart. I'll lay for you, I'll fuck and suck and call you
tonight DARLING!"...
