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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: CUNTHIA’S CHARM 2
Published: 17.10.2024
Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Snuff
Synopsis: Alan and Cunthia had met in college, shared an interest in abnormal sex, and after marriage, developed friendships with people who were also interested in pushing their sexual boundaries. He became incredibly wealthy and developed an interest in little girls. She became known as Cunthia and became jealous of his fancy for fucking little girls. He divorced her when they were both fifty-two, bought her a home on the far side of the county in LA, and left her to pursue her interests. She did exactly that, in spades. She moved from wild parties to joining a group that held sessions with dire outcomes, and attended secret club shows where the outcome for a naked beauty, from twenty-five down to age seven, was a violent entertainment killing. She thought she had died and gone to Heaven, although it much more resembled Hell.
Cunthia’s Charm 2
Cunthia was met at LAX by her new chauffeur with the new Cadillac limo arranged by Alan’s lawyer, and she was very impressed to be in the City of Angels. He drove her east on Santa Monica Boulevard, across Rodeo Drive where she got to admire the hundreds of upscale shops.
He then drove her to her new home, an expansive mansion, in Beverly Hills. Her favorite furniture had been flown from Cincinnati and was in place before she arrived. It was a real party house and had room for a couple of dozen cars in the broadened driveway.
She was delighted to see that her backyard was completely private, surrounded by a high dense hedge as was the mansion she had left behind in Cincinnati. She disrobed, leaving on only her spike heels, bracelets, and necklaces, and strode around the large pool and garden in ecstasy.
Alan knew her well, and had selected this home for her wisely. The day was sunny and hot, and she knew better than to stay in the sun too long, with her pale skin. She took very good care of it, and the last thing she needed was to dry and burn it.
There was a large umbrella over the seating area beside the pool, and she flopped back onto one of the comfortable lounge chairs. She loved her firm fit body and its wonderful parts. She spread her thighs, to give air and breathing room to her beautiful cunt.
Life was good, even without that rich prick Alan in it, and she was going to make her life even better, exercising her new freedom. This was the city where everything was possible, and she was excited at the prospect of discovering what new and exciting things it had to offer.
Within a week she had hired a chauffeur, two maids, a chef, a gardener and his assistant, and most important of all, a personal trainer. Renovations were well underway to give her an in-home gym, and the outbuilding was ready to accommodate the live-in staff.
Only the trainer lived off-premises because he only worked with her three two-hour sessions a week. That was all she needed of him. He would begin a session by fucking her for half an hour, and then for the next hour and a half she would work out, naked, under his direction.
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On Monday morning of the second week, she had the chauffeur drive her to Rodeo Drive to do some personal shopping. She found what she was looking for on a short side street with some highly specialized stores. The one that most interested her was an adult shop that she was referred to by a gay clerk in a bookstore.
Cunthia was looking for some very special adult toys, not the regular fare. and he knew exactly where she could find them. She found on display a strapless dildo, one that was held in place by inserting a large blob of it into her vagina. She said she needed an extra-large version, and the clerk was able to give her what she wanted.
She also purchased a butt anchor, a three-foot-long pipe bent at a steep angle. On one end was a ball that was pushed deep into the colon right to the bend in the pipe, and the other end had a large ring on it, to which many things could be attached. The most common attachment was the hair of the person using it.
With her ponytail tied to the ring, the wearer’s back was bent severely and the head pulled well back past the point of discomfort. That was its whole intent. The clerk was clear that this matronly woman was the one who would be wearing both devices. She showed Cunthia a variety of other toys, and she bought several she suggested.
“Might you be interested in a stimulator?” the young female clerk asked.
“What do you have in mind,” she responded, knowing there were several kinds available.
What she was thinking of was the large plastic vibrator used for masturbation. She had seldom used one, because they were large and unsightly. The only time she had used hers was to push it deep into her vagina to massage her uterus
“We have just received a shipment of new toys from Hungary, and as far as I know we’re the first in North America to receive them. The one I find to be most interesting is a battery-operated clit clip. It’s called a PCS, which stands for Persistent Clitoris Stimulant. The battery pack is soft, pliable, and feels just like skin.
“It is small, flesh-colored, and easily slips inside the vagina. When in place it curves against the top of your inner organ. A short flesh-colored wire connects the battery pack to the vibrator, which is like a small flesh-colored plastic fork that invisibly grips the clit.
“It’s designed to provide a full thirty-six hours of continuous stimulation, which should keep you in a constant state of orgasm. It’s totally waterproof, so you can even wear it in the bath, or swimming at the beach. It’s our best-seller, and right now the are over two hundred ladies out there enjoying an endless orgasm!”
“That’s amazing!” Cunthia said, “I’m Hungarian, or my parents were.”
“That’s a coincidence,” the clerk responded, not sure of the relevance, “They are designed to be worn by women who require or wish to have full and ongoing stimulation, so that they can, and most do, experience a continuous orgasm, if you can believe it.
“I have one open as a demo if you’d like to slip into the changing room to try it. The batteries are fully charged, so it’s ready to go. There’s an extra charged set of batteries that comes with it. The little stimulator continues to run as long as it grips your flesh. From what I hear, they’re all the rage in Eastern Europe.”
“I can imagine,” Cunthia said, “Let me see it.”
The clerk brought it out from under the counter. Cunthia was surprised to see how petite the instrument was. With no sense of modesty, she lifted the hem of her short skirt, revealing she was not wearing panties. Spreading her cunt with her fingers, she pushed the pre-formed battery pack into herself.
She then easily slid the clip over the base of her clitoris, and let the short skirt fall. Within a couple of seconds, it began to vibrate. The sensuous movement was light at first, but within a minute it was giving her gripped clit a real workout. She felt a surge of emotional energy, and realized, as the clerk had suggested, she had an orgasm coming on.
“Oh my God!” she confirmed, “This is everything you said it is, and more! The Europeans are on to something! Ooooo!”
It was work for her to maintain her composure with the gripping little vibrator steadily and delightfully stimulating her clitoris, her entire body wanted her to scream out her passion, but she managed as she said with a shaking voice,
“This is completely satisfactory. I’ll take it, and wear it home. Can you package the rest for me? Oh my!”
“That will be fine,” the clerk said and wrapped the spare batteries as well as the box they came in, along with her other purchases, “I tried that little sexual stimulator myself. I tested everything I’m going to recommend and wore it to bed. I can guarantee you’ll want to slip it out if you want to get any sleep.”
“I can imagine,” Cunthia smiled at her, “I don’t think I’ll be interested in sleeping, wearing this!”
“You will stay aroused the entire time you wear it. I found that the stimulation is much stronger than caffeine in its ability to keep you awake. I tried having sex with my boyfriend while we were at a party in my bedroom, while I was wearing it, and he didn’t even notice it.
“Then I tried it while having sex with a couple of his friends that were at the party, (he likes to share) and they didn’t notice I was wearing it either. We did the trio thing, with all three dicks inside me, and even when they switched around, none of them noticed, and thought it was them that had me going at such a rate!
“I had the most amazing fantasies while I’ was wearing it alone in bed at night, and found that getting any rest was impossible. I left it running until four in the morning, I was having such a good time. I didn’t even notice the time pass. I’m certain you’ll absolutely love it.”
Cunthia paid for the goods she’d bought, and then said, feeling another surge of orgasm, “I’ll pick these up when I get back. I’m going to slip into the lingerie shop next door to see what they have of interest. They have some amazing things in the window, and I’m sure have more they don’t want to show the public. Will that be all right?”
“Your things will be waiting for you,” the clerk replied, putting the large bag behind the counter.
In taking her credit card, she had also asked for Cunthia’s new driver’s license to get her address. This was another live one. She kept track, as she made a great deal more money by providing other services she knew to be in demand by insatiable women.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO