Enjoying Messenger
Part 2
(The Beginning)

Ron: So you have this broad standing naked as a jay
bird in the hallway in front of your apartment door?
JR: Yeah
JR: And she is breathing so hard her tits are almost
bouncing
JR: She is standing there so turned on that her lil
pussy flower starts to pop open
Ron: She is getting wet just standing there?
JR: Yeah, she is wet and turned on
JR: and I had a real nice lil surprise for her about
to happen

Shari stood there, having no idea what so ever what
was about to transpire. She hoped it would be just a
young woman that would walk by and just gawk, not say
a word, just look at her like she was a tramp, but not
actually use words. As her fears began to rise, she
visualized an old woman walking by and making very
mean, degrading comments about what a slut she was
standing there naked in the hallway for all the world
to see.

Then her fears began to escalate. She pictured a
policeman walking up and arresting her, naked as a jay
bird, and taking her to the police station, still
completely naked, and being groped by all the other
prisoners and the policemen, and being seen naked by
everyone, and her name being put into the papers for
everyone to see right beside the picture of her naked
body. ‘Woman arrested for lewd and lascivious
behavior.’ And then her name would be there. And her
picture. Her husband would hear about it, or worse
yet, actually read about it. Her family would see
what she had become. The teaching nuns from her high
school would point and stare and talk about how that
nasty Shari girl could do that to THEIR, and their
HIGH SCHOOL’s, reputations. Her priest would snicker
at her next confession as she confessed her sin of
adultery. Her priest would be thinking, ‘Yeah, I know
all about that, you slutty tramp!’ All the details
about how she was standing naked in an apartment
house corridor would become public knowledge.

The tickle in her tummy turned into butterflies and
she could feel a real stiffness in her . . . .’Oh
god, I can’t say that word, it is so nasty . . . . . .
. ” But her mind would not stop. She knew what JR
wanted her to say, to think. She knew he wanted her
to use words like cock and cunt and fuck and piss.

‘Oh god, my . . . ‘ she visualized her little
womanhood and its tiny bud being so fully visible and
accessible to anyone walking by. She tried to form
the words that she knew her black lover wanted her to
say. He had chastised her so many times for not using
the nasty words that graphically described the
lascivious actions he did to her when they were
together. ‘My clitoris is so hard!’ she thought.

‘There! I used his word!’ She felt pride at having
been able to think that word. But she felt shame too,
deep, ingrained, ground-in-deep shame at even allowing
herself to acknowledge she was feeling sexual.
She heard footsteps. They sounded like more than one
person. She closed her eyes to shut out what was
about to happen.

Then she heard the words “Damn! Look what we got
here! Hey Damien, look at the body on this slut!”
“Yo man, she be one fine lookin whore don’t she?”
“This gotta be the one we bought a fuck off a JR for,
don’t cha think?”

Blushing crimson from head to toe, Shari could not
believe what they had just said. JR had sold her body
to these people, these men!

They were behind her, she wished she could turn around
and see them. It was definitely two MEN. Their
voices were way too deep to be women. And the words,
oh my GOD! The words they used, what they called her
. . . . .

The butterflies in her tummy began to be birds
fluttering around her abdomen. She felt a drop of
liquid, and then another strike her thigh as she stood
there, her shoulders back, her breasts palpitating
with her fear and . . .. . . .and, what was she
feeling? Suddenly it hit her. This was what her high
school girlfriends had called ‘being turned on!’ She
realized to her utter horror that she was turned-on by
being humiliated and naked in public, and by the
thought that her body had been sold for sex to men by
her beloved handsome manly JR. Her whole body began
to quiver. Her face felt flush, and her thighs kept
trying to separate. Could she allow this to happen to
her? Then she thought of JR’s ‘thing’ being inside
her. She thought about not ever feeling him inside
her body again. Tears came to her eyes even as she
felt more moisture gather inside her little . . . . .
. place.

It took all her will power to keep her thighs
together, . . . . to not turn around and see who her
manly JR had . . . .. ‘OH GOD! He sold me to them for
sex!’ She felt, for the first time in her life, that
she wanted to turn and show the men, the complete
strangers, her perfect body that she exercised so hard
every day, just to please her JR. She felt her tight
flat stomach yearn for their rough callused touch.

The touch of strangers, of strange males, touching her
tummy, then their hands sliding slowly down toward her
. . . .. She desperately wanted JR to be pleased by
her actions. ‘Shari, you must allow yourself to use
those words! JR wants you to use those words. You
are JRs! You are totally and completely JR’s. You
willingly gave yourself to him. Make him proud of
you! Say those words. Do what he wants you to do!’

Without even meaning to say them aloud, in horror at
her out of control actions, she inexplicably heard
what could only be her own voice say “Fuck my slutty
cunt you big cocked fuckers!” Shari began to cum in
long shuddering convulsions of sublimated, pent-up
lust and craving. Her body lost all self-control, and
she would have collapsed to the floor had not one of
the men grabbed hold of her just below her naked
jiggling breasts, and held her tightly to his body as
she shuddered, out of control, at blissful peace
inside the cocoon of her lust for the first time in
her up-tight, tensely-controlled life.