The Ad

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Jennifer was born horny. She was cock crazy ever since she first saw her little brother nude as a child. After she got her first job and moved to the big city the first thing she bought was a lifelike dildo. She got a model that vibrated and even had a set of testicles she could fondle while masturbating.

Jennifer was an attractive 23 year old nurse. This was the perfect job for her, since this gave her many op- portunities for viewing nude men. She was, of course, only interested in their cocks.

Jennifer was promiscuous and had trouble pretending to be interested in anything but the sex. She didn't like talking to the men she dated and enjoyed being in control. All she really wanted was their cocks.

Jennifer also had another passion, the occult. She had been inhabiting old bookstores and various "New Age" shops and eventually had come across an intriguing Ad in a 50 year old magazine. It was in the "erotic magic" section of the classifieds. It read:

"Living amputations. Serious inquiries only. 375 Miller Lane. Interview required."

It was old and only contained an address but since this was her day off, Jennifer decided to give it a try. The ad was intriguing to the young woman, the possibilities where something that made her wonder.

She finally found the street in a city map. It was in a bad part of town. Driving to the address, she saw signs of decay. The neighborhood looked deserted. It was quiet. Only a few old people could be seen, and them through broken windows as she parked her car in front of the house. She felt a deep sense of foreboding as she knocked on the weather beaten door. No one answered at first, but finally it opened a crack. An old face could be seen in the dimly lit room.

"What do you want?" It was a feeble female voice. She sounded ancient.

"Um... do I have the right address? Is this 375 Miller Lane?"

"Why did you come here?"

"Well, I saw an Ad in an old magazine. Have you lived here for a long time?"

The door opened wider. Jennifer saw an old woman, hunched over. Her fingers were clutched in a painful arthritic way, but her eyes were alert. Jennifer had the idea she was being sized up and gave a weak smile, suddenly regretting her trip. The door opened up all the way.

"Come in dear."

Hesitantly, Jennifer entered the decaying structure. There was old furniture in the front room. She sat when the old lady motioned to a couch.

"Why don't you show me the Ad, dear."

Jennifer was very uncomfortable. She thrust the magazine at the woman and saw a slow smile spread across the old face, accentuating all the wrinkles.

"So, what can I do for you?"

"Well, maybe you could tell me about the Ad?"

First the woman asked lots of questions. They were probing and hypnotic. Jennifer started to trust the woman against her better judgment and was eventually telling her life story, including her sexual fantasies.

The old woman found that Jennifer loved cocks but hated men. Finally Jennifer snapped out of the trance-like state she had been lulled into with a start. She remembered everything she had told the old woman. She had been there several hours, but it had only seemed like a few minutes. The old woman was smiling again.

"Wha.. what happened?"

"You were being interviewed me dear. And I'm glad to say that you passed."

"What does that mean?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but your strongest desired is to play with living penises without the men attached, isn't that right?"

Jennifer flushed red. It was just a fantasy, but could it ever be possible? She replied in a weak voice.

"Yes, I do fantasize about that... all the time."

"Come with me."


Comments

  • Anonymous said:
    2 years ago
    You should do more! This story is great!