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Nick had always wanted a kinky girlfriend and now he had one.  So what was the problem? Why was he feeling such a strange mix of conflicting emotions. He looked in the bathroom mirror and saw a bewildered man looking back at him. His mouth felt dry. He had butterflies in his stomach.  But when he looked down his erection signalled other feelings. Strong feelings.  He had a hard dick and a hard choice to make, and the rap on the bathroom door reminded him that he didn't have long left to make it.  How did things ever get to this state, he wondered....

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One day Nick had found an email in his inbox from someone called Katya inviting him to join her Yahoo group. "I see you belong to some of the same adult groups as me," the invitation read, "since we share the same passions maybe you'd be interested in Uncomplicated Fun."  Of course he joined. And of course the fun Katya introduced him to turned out to be anything but uncomplicated. 

The home page of Uncomplicated Fun had a picture of a young woman with a classic Bettie Page haircut and retro glasses. A caption read: "I'm a sucker for men who know how to use it properly (your brain, silly boy). Slip me some words and make me moist." Nick took the bait. From the tone of her caption he was sure that Katya wanted something a little subtler than a catalogue of four letter words. However some of the Yahoo groups they both belonged to specialised in graphic porn, so she wasn't coy either. In the end he opted for a story all about anticipation and build up.

He checked his email twice a day and haunted her Yahoo group hoping for some acknowledgement. A week went by before he got a response and when it came it was not in the form he was expecting. She Pmed him on Yahoo Messenger.  She'd loved the story. It had pressed all her buttons. Did he have a webcam and would he like to chat? Nick was thrilled and surprised. His previous experiences with webcams were either of girls offering pay-to-view, or of fantasists (of unknown gender) who wanted to watch him and not reciprocate.

Katya's image ghosted into life. Just like the photo, but this time she spoke. She had an accent he found hard to place, European - Dutch or Polish maybe. Sexy, certainly.  Katya said that she had been trying to picture his face all week. She was worried that she might be disappointed; the story had been such a turn on that she had considered making a point of never seeing what he looked like. Now she'd taken the plunge she was glad that she had. It hadn't been the case with some of the others.

Nick was surprised to feel a little stab of jealousy at the mention of others. This was crazy, the name of her group was "Uncomplicated Fun", of course there were others. The story that Katya said that she had liked best (not his - another pang of jealousy) was about a woman who enjoyed crotch watching at the local swimming pool. One day the woman brings a girlfriend along and they pretend to be lesbians to prick-tease a middle-aged businessman on his lunch break.  Seeing the author (fat and balding) on webcam had destroyed the story for Katya. Seeing Nick, on the other hand, she said, made his story more erotic. He flushed with pride. She would picture his face when she reread it and masturbated.

Nick was suddenly incredibly aroused, and when Katya said that she had a favour to ask him, he thought - anything, cut off my right hand. What Katya wanted was another bedtime story.

"Do you have a stiffy?" she asked him directly. He admitted that he had. She made him promise that he wouldn't touch himself before they spoke again. That way "all the juice" would go into the story.  She blew him a kiss. "I've got to go and say goodnight to all my other boys". (Another pang of jealousy). "Then I want to snuggle up and reread your wonderful story".  

It was maddening trying to write with a raging hard-on. Certainly he found himself fired up with desire, but concentrating and shaping his swarming thoughts into a plot with coherent sentences was another thing. In the end he decided to make use of the intense distraction he was suffering.  He'd simply write an account of how turned on he'd been chatting to Katya and what an impossible struggle it was trying to write without being able to relieve himself. 

Nick's idea of the confessional worked. Katya definitely approved. When they spoke a week later she admitted that she'd masturbated reading it and thinking about him squirming in delicious frustration. He'd been such a good boy that he'd earned a special treat. Was he busy tomorrow night? Would he like to meet for a drink?

Nick could barely contain his excitement. They arranged to meet in a wine-bar in west London.

"One other thing. Have you really managed to keep your hands off your cock since we last spoke?" He had. "Okay. Good boy. If you've lasted a week I'm sure you can go another day. I'll see you tomorrow."

Was she actually promising what he thought she was?  It looked like Nick was finally going to have some uncomplicated fun tomorrow.

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When Katya arrived Nick didn't recognise her at first. The Bettie Page hairdo turned out to have been a wig. And she wasn't wearing glasses. She was very attractive though, more so, if anything, than in her online disguise. In the flesh there was something of Maria Sharapova about her. Katya literally turned heads as she walked across to join him. She looks so sweet, he thought, who would believe that this pretty, pixyish blonde girl could have such a fabulously dirty mind?

"You're shorter than I thought," she began. That doesn't bode well, he said to himself. "We're exactly the same height. That can be handy," she winked. "Shall we share a bottle?"

Katya turned out to be Russian. She was working as an accountant and, yes, the job was as boring as it sounded. Anyway she didn't want to talk about work. She was much more interested in talking about other things. Had he been a good boy? Nick blushed and said he'd managed, God knows how. "Discipline, I like that!" Her hand rested on his leg as she leaned close to him. "Devotion. Yes… I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with you."

Over a glass of wine, Katya explained that setting up the Yahoo group had turned out to be a lot more work than she had expected. "So many men desperate for uncomplicated fun!" Still, she wasn't complaining; she'd had a ball - or two! The trick was to be very thorough in separating the men from the boys. That was what her "little tests" were all about. Nick didn't mind, did he? Now that they'd finally met she hoped he didn't think it had all been a waste of time. He tried to sound casual, but found that his mouth had gone dry, so he settled for a shake of the head and what he hoped was a winning smile.

"So what about you? What's your idea of uncomplicated fun? You obviously like girls with a sweet tooth, anyway." Nick was confused. "That girl on The Big Splash home page. It looks like someone has covered her face with an icing gun! Honestly, Nick, it made me think twice about whether or not to cancel tonight. A picture like that - it made me wonder if you had any respect for women at all?"

Nick could feel his face starting to colour. "You are a member of The Big Splash club, aren't you?  You're not going to deny it?" He mumbled something about joining the group before he knew what it was about. But she was already laughing. "I'm only having a bit fun with you." Her hand was on his leg again as she lent in close. "Actually, I've got quite a sweet tooth myself. With the right guy."

Her pixyish features lit up with the wicked thought. She was very close to him. He could feel her breath on his ear. Her hair smelt delicious.   

"Yes, I can be very dirty.  But I'm not an easy pick up. I don't let any old Tom, Dick, or Harry into my knickers. " She flicked the tip of her pink tongue across her lip,  "so… what do you think? Do you want to come home and see if you measure up?"  "Please," he thought, "Please!  I'd do anything to get into your knickers." Out loud he said," I think I might be tempted to give it a go." "Good!" She clinked his glass against his, "to devotion and discipline."

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Back at Katya's flat things began to slide quite quickly away from Nick's expectations and towards something altogether stranger.

They were in the room where Katya had her computer; there was the webcam, the wig and glasses. It was weird seeing all this stuff for real. The room had stripped blonde wood floorboards - it was part office and part… What? Bedroom? Playroom? It was hard to say. There was a bed, but there were none of the normal soft furnishings that you'd expect to find with it. One wall was taken up with floor-to-ceiling built in cupboards, maybe Katya kept her bedroom things in there?  Beside the computer was a measuring tape, and strangest of all, in the middle of the room, a metal wire which descended from the ceiling and terminated in a crocodile clip…

Katya smiled at him. "Shall we make a start?" He didn't know what to say. So he said nothing. "Take your things off and let me have a good look at you." So that was how it was how it was going to be with Katya. He had been hoping for a smouldering kiss, and instead he got a straight command to undress. Strange... But also strangely compelling.

"You can put your clothes on the bed," she said coolly. The lighting was far from romantic - an inspection light rather than a seduction light, he decided. She put her hands on her hips, as she looked him up and down. "Not bad. Not too muscley, not too skinny. You're short, but you're in proportion. "

She ran her a fingernail down his neck to his chest. She grazed his nipples with it. He shivered. "And you're very sensitive. That's good. I like that. I can have a lot of fun with a sensitive man. Or a sensitive boy! Hmm? Let's see which one you're going to be, shall we?"

His dick was straining upright, fully engorged and the head looked particularly angry. He had been through an unbearable nine days of prick-teasing and now, this kinky routine was the icing on the cake… "Your dick's quite small," she said, "rather thin. I can't remember, did you tell me your penis size when we chatted online?" "Er..", his mind raced as he tried to digest this new turn of events, "I think I said I was average."

She flicked through a notebook. "Yes, you said average." She came back and crouched down level with his crotch. "I'd say you were small." Oh God, Nick could see the whole thing going down the pan. "Hmm… alright, let's give you the benefit of the doubt." She wrote in the notebook. "Cock size - small to average. " 

She studied his dick, looking with interest at the pearl of precum oozing out of the slit at the top. "It's leaking. I hope you're not one of those boys with a hair trigger! I've got no use for premature ejaculators.  Have you really gone nine days without an orgasm?" "Yes…" "Good.  And when you fuck, how long do you usually last?" "Dunno. I suppose about… "Average…?" she laughed. He blushed.  He was so disorientated that his normal conversational skills deserted him.

"Look Nick, I'm going to be honest, I'm not really interested in having average sex. " She arched a quizzical eyebrow.  "Don't you think I deserve better than just average?" Nick blushed. It couldn't have been any plainer - she was gorgeous - sex on legs - there was no way an average guy would have a chance with her. How the hell did he ever expect to convince her… "So if someone's going to get into my knickers they have to be pretty special. And they have to be able to last the distance." 

She picked a bottle of lotion from the desk. "Hold your hand out, palm up." She squirted the cream onto his hand. "Lube yourself up and show me how you wank." He did as he was bid. The cool cream felt delicious against his hot cock. But after such a long stint of abstinence it felt a little too delicious… He struggled to think of something to take his mind off it. Long division… Reciting the periodic table… Margaret Thatcher…

"Come on Nick, a man like you - without a girlfriend  - belonging to all those rude websites!  You must be an expert. I want to see some real technique." Nick pinched the bottom of his shaft between forefinger and thumb (hoping to avoid disaster if the worst came to the worst) and cupped his balls with the remaining fingers of his left hand. With his right he worked the foreskin back and forth using his thumb and first two fingers. Pretty much the way he wanked on his own.  Wanked on his own, suddenly he was conscious of how strange the phrase sounded. When did he ever wank in front of someone??? Especially someone fully dressed…

"Interesting ball tapping technique," she smirked. But I think you're holding back on me. Make a fist. That's it. Now slide your dick up into that creamy hole. Mmm. That's good. Don't worry about the noises - no one's going to get embarrassed here. Now buck your hips like you're really giving it to some uppity little office girl who's been leading you on for weeks. "  

Katya circled round behind Nick and rested a cool hand on the cheeks of his arse, tapping it to indicate the rhythm she wanted. "Pump. Show her who's boss. Show me how you'd make her squeal." Katya's eyes gleamed wickedly as she watched Nick humping his own hand. 

"Hmm. I think she's going to tell all her friends that you couldn't reach the spot. A bit breezy.  More air going in than meat." Katya giggled again. "Not fair, is it? She's such a little tease. Come on, Nick. Pump, pump, pump!" 

It was impossible. If he quickened his rhythm or lengthened his strokes he would cum. If he kept it steady she would say he wasn't much of a ride. Either way he would lose… 

"And stop." She shook her head. "I don't know. If you couldn't keep pace with little Miss Secretary there, I'm not sure how you'd fare with me." Nick felt the ground open up in front of him… "Maybe you're just not cut out for fucking." …and swallow him up. "Maybe you're better equipped for other types of fun. Let's see. I told you I had a sweet tooth. Want to be my icing gun?"

Wait a minute!  Was she offering what he thought she was? "No boys who dribble. And no little squirts. I want a proper man-sized ejaculation right onto my face." Oh my god, she was.

Katya motioned for him to move to the centre of the room, level with the metal wire hanging from the ceiling. He felt something sticky under the sole of his bare foot. "Men are so messy," said Katya. "I had another group member here just before you. I told him to clean up every drop when he'd finished, but he sprayed such a lot. It was like a fountain - went everywhere."

She sat on the stool and lent forward so that her face - her beautiful, pixyish face - was inches above his dick.  He could feel her breath on his knob. She opened her mouth and let a long string of saliva drop down onto his glans. "Inspiration and lubrication," she winked, "now I'll just sort out the target."

The target was her face. But not in the way Nick that was hoping for. It was a photograph of Katya wearing her Bettie Page wig and the retro glasses. She clipped it on the croc clip hanging from the wire, and then measured the distance up from the ground "to insure that everybody had an equal chance."

Of course Nick was shorter than most of his rivals. He'd have to ejaculate almost twice as far as some of them if were going to reach that pouting, mocking target. Kayta read his mind. "I know.  But I've got every faith in you, Nick, I'm sure you'll rise to the occasion."  And the strange thing was Nick was sure that he would, too. His balls were achingly overloaded. Two or three strokes and he'd cum a geyser…

At that moment the door opened and a tall, dark haired woman in her twenties walked into the room. Nick froze. But neither Katya nor the dark haired woman seemed particularly fazed. "Is this the one who's into spanking with the office blinds open?" she said to Katya, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. "No. That was this afternoon. This is the boy who wrote about aching for release." "Of course," the dark haired women nodded, "nine days. Mmm. How are those balls? Pretty full I imagine." This last was to Nick. He couldn't seem to think of a reply but found himself nodding.

"What do you think?" asked Katya. "Pretty face. Good self control?" "Got potential," agreed Katya. "Not exactly stallion material," the dark haired woman said, looking at his crotch. "God no.  Never thought he would be. Not from our first online chat. But for the other stuff…" "Yeah, maybe. " said the dark haired woman, "but I don't like the hair." "It can come off."

Katya spoke to Nick. "This is Julia, my girlfriend.  You don't mind threesomes do you?"  "Err…no." This was all going much too fast for Nick now.

"We'll have to shave you. Julia doesn't like hair on men's balls." "And certainly not on boys like you," Julia said meaningfully. "I'll lather him up if you get the razor." 

And so it was that Nick found himself being shaved by Julia.  Before she would proceed she insisted on his erection subsiding "for reasons of safety". This she accomplished by pressing a facecloth full of ice-cubes to his groin. Amazingly his throbbing dick did indeed go limp. By the time Julia had given Nick the ice treatment again and shaved him smooth, she pronounced herself satisfied. "You look just like a little boy now. With your little, smooth pink willy."

Katya kissed her. "Oh I'm sooo ready for you." As the two women kisseed, Nick felt the blood stirring again in his denuded loins.

"What about this one?" Julia nodded her head in Nick's direction. "I suppose," Katya agreed half-heartedly, "I did promise him, if he were good." She turned to Nick, "you wanted the chance to get into my knickers. Go into the bathroom and get the black lacy ones out of the laundry basket.  I think they're about your size."

His face was an absolute picture!

"I like you. We both do. And we'd like to play some more with you. You're not equipped to be our stallion and you're not icing gun material. But you are devoted and you have self-control…" Julia interrupted: "What Katya means is you're a born panty boy!" And with that Katya collapsed into fits of laughter. "Put your knickers on panty boy and wait till you're summoned," said Julia. 

And, as if in a dream, Nick turned and left the two lovers and went into the bathroom. He cried and then dried his eyes. He smelt the vivid animal scent in Katya's discarded knickers, put them on and waited for the knock that would summon him to a new role in a new world.    

Continued in part 2...
 

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