A STUD FOR SANDY
Copyright reserved January 2000 by Verywierd
This story is loosely based on actual events narrated to me
by a fan and are used with her permission. However, the
plot, dialogue and personalities are purely fictional. My
thanks to you Sandy and I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter One.
'The long, glistening leather whip wraps itself around your
waist, the tip biting into the skin of your waist like a
striking snake. Your spread-eagled body quivers like a leaf
in a storm. I let the whip uncoil from around your waist,
drawing it back to my side, and then send it shooting out
one last time to embrace your hips. My mastery of the
bullwhip allows me to send the tip darting straight to your
pussy, landing with a sharp "Snap!". The burning pain of
the whip triggers your orgasm, and your body shakes with
the tremours of a muscle wrenching climax and you howl your
ecstasy into the night air'
The words seem to flow from the monitor screen directly
into Sandy's brain and she could almost feel the sensations
described by her anonymous 'tormentor'. Shifting uneasily
on her chair, Sandy realised that what she did feel was
intense horniness. It had been nearly six months since she
had broken up with her last boyfriend and she definitely
did not think that chastity suited her. As she signed off
from the chat 'room' with one hand on the keyboard, the
other slid unconsciously across her breasts, stoking the
warm, tingling sensations that the session had aroused in
her pierced nipples.
'What you need is a man!'
Sandy jumped, snatching her hand away from her chest in
reflexive modesty. Engrossed in her virtual torture
session, Sandy had forgotten all about the presence of her
best girlfriend Chris, who had been watching TV in the
living room.
'Don't do that!' complained Sandy, feeling her skin flush
red, embarrassed to be caught out by her friend.
'Well I'm right. You do need a man' continued Chris, 'in
more ways than one' she added, grinning. Ever since Sandy
had broken up with her last boyfriend, Chris had been
trying to introduce her to a succession of supposedly
eligible men.
'Yeah, like that guy who worked in the petshop and talked
to lizards' replied Sandy sarcastically.
'Lizards need love too' said Chris, unabashed. 'Besides, he
married that vet last week. But I do have good news'.
'Oh oh' groaned Sandy.
'No, this guy is great. I met him yesterday at the gym'
said Chris, undaunted by Sandy's lack of enthusiasm.
'A real stud, I'll bet'
'As matter of fact, he is. He's good looking, tanned, and a
hunk. I can testify to the last. He looks really good in
exercise gear' said Chris, licking her lips at the thought
of all that luscious manhood. 'I have set up a double date
for us tonight. Dinner at that new Chinese restaurant and
tickets for a movie. I know that you have nothing on today.
Come on, it will be fun!'
After a series of duds, Sandy did not feel inclined to
spend another evening with one more singles bar reject.
However, Chris was persistent and to her disgust, Sandy
found herself giving in to her friend's pleas.
'O.K. One last try' sighed Sandy. 'But I warn you Chris, if
this guy spends all his time trying to look down my dress,
I swear that I will knee him in the nuts right there in the
restaurant'
Chuckling, Chris went home to change and to meet her own
date.
Mentally kicking herself for succumbing to her friend's
arguments, Sandy went into her bathroom to take a shower.
As she undressed, she looked at herself in the full length
mirror beside the wash basin. Pulling off the rubber band
that held her shoulder length hair in a pony tail, she
shook her natural blond tresses from side to side, letting
the long golden strands fall across the side of her face.
Light gleamed from her chest, the bathroom lights sparkling
off of the twin platinum rings that swung like tiny jewel
encrusted pendulums from her pierced nipples. She had
bought a matching set for her ears as well, but those lay
on her dressing table, waiting to be exchanged for the
plain gold studs that she had worn for the past week.
Her nipples stiffened as she looked at herself, the heat of
the on-line sex session coming back to her. At 28 years of
age, Sandy had a firm, well toned body. She was well aware
that some of the teenage boys who attended the community
sports programmes that she administered, did so in the hope
of spending some time watching her run around the gym in
body hugging spandex.
Cupping her tight, virginal looking breasts in her hands,
Sandy recalled the sharp stinging pain of the needle as it
pierced each quivering nipple while she sat topless in the
shop. That memory, and the words of 'Master X', her on-line
tormentor, helped to spread the heat from her breasts down
her belly and into her pussy. Her groin throbbed and
tingled as the blood rushed to the blossoming lips of her
sex and she could feel the slick, shiny juices start to
flow from inside her passage. Leaning against the steam
heated glass of the shower cubical, Sandy slid one hand
down her front, pinching her skin as it moved towards the
neatly trimmed patch of gold at the join of her thighs.
Each pinch, sharp and crackling like a tiny electric shock,
seemed to flash in her mind, while simultaneously being
stored in the shiny pink battery of her clitoris.
The charge grew ever stronger as Sandy tugged and twisted
at her nipple rings, the itching, aching feeling pushing
her towards the ultimate, sizzling discharge. Her fingers
finished their downward journey, sliding of their own
accord into the damp crevice of her sex until they gripped
her moist, crinkled inner labia. Finally, she could hold it
no longer. Sandy lowered her other hand from her breasts,
the index finger gently landing on the tiny hood of skin
that shielded her clit. Up and down, around and around, the
finger skillfully primed her clit. Her buttocks clenched
tight, and the taut muscles of her thighs tensed as if to
prepare her for a great leap into the void.
Unable to bear the sweet torture any longer, Sandy pinched
her labia hard, the tips of her nails a pale imitation of
the needle's bite as she imagined them piercing her sex
lips. Her other finger dipped under the hood of flesh to
make contact with her clit. A miniature lightning bolt
flashed from her clit to her finger as her body jerked and
vibrated from an intense orgasm. Her thighs clamped
together, trapping her fingers and involuntarily coating
them with her love juices.
For a long moment Sandy sagged against the glass as her
universe reeled. Then total relaxation replaced the
quivering tension and she staggered into the shower stall,
gasping as the torrent of hot water struck her body.
