Personals
By Montrose
Tanya, Vicki, Lisa and Amy answer the ad


Middle-aged man seeks young woman as personal trainer. Workouts will include
wrestling, weight-lifting and tests of endurance. Must be able to work nights
and weekends, be fun-loving and up-beat. Salary negotiable. Send physical
description and resume.

It was one of those free newspapers I see all the college kids reading; the
ones with ads for doms and dating services. It took no time at all for the
first batch of mail to come in. I was pleased with the response.

First, I sorted them into the Yes, No and Maybe piles. Yes entries had
pictures of good looking young woman in them. Maybes sounded like what I
wanted by their physical description but didn't include a picture. Entries in
the No pile contained pictures I do not wish to remember.

From the Yes pile (four letters) I pulled Vicki and Tanya. Both were twenty
years of age, and six feet one with nice builds; muscular but feminine. Vicki
weighed 170 pounds while Tanya tipped the scale at 185 pounds. That, and the
fact that Tanya had an email address, put her first in line - not only was she
five pounds heavier than me, but I would get a quicker response!

Her resume said she liked little cars, boxing and lifting weights. Kinda slim
on details.

Two days past. I was about to start composing a letter to Vicki when the
Elvira voice on my computer called out "You have mail!" It was Tanya. She
could come over that evening. I mailed back giving her my address and set the
meeting for 8:00. That would give me time to prepare.

I cleaned the place up. It's just a cracker-box of a house, so it was light
work. I took out the trash and put all the clean dishes away.

By the time I was done with my shower Tanya was pulling up in my drive. She
drove a Cooper Mini. She unfolded out of it and strode to my door. Her fist
hammered the door three times. I felt the door shudder from four feet away.

I was as giddy as a schoolgirl when I opened the door. She was even better
looking than her picture. She wore tight bike shorts and a loose fitting
sleeveless tee shirt that showed off her muscle. I was guessing she hadn't
lied about her age because I could see she wasn't wearing a bra, and yet her
impressive rack still wobbled about high and proud.

"You call for a personal trainer?" she asked.

"Yes!" I backed up to let her in. "Hi Tanya. I'm Stan. Thanks for coming."

"Nice place." She kicked off her sandals. "You wanna do it right here or do
you have a room set up?"

"Actually, I have a room." I led her down the hall to the spare bedroom. The
floor was covered wall-to-wall with wrestling mats.

When she saw it Tanya nodded approval. I just glowed at her. I stood an inch
taller and weighed five pounds less. But she seemed bigger than me in every
way. Part of it was her physical presence. She reminded me of a timber wolf,
so strong and purposeful.

"This will do," she said. "I want $300.00 in cash right now." My eyes must
have bulged in my head. She gave me a cock-eyed grin. "You wanna do this or
not?"

I gulped. I had $500.00 on me, in the hopes that more than just physical
training would go on. I wanted to be lavish and prepared for this first visit.
But $300.00 before anything even happened? "It just seems like ... " I began.

"Forget it then," Tanya snapped and headed back for the living room.

"No! Please don't go!" I called. "I have it! I have plenty! I'll get it for
you!"

Tanya paused in the hall. "Get it now, bitch."

I ran and came back with $300.00. She snatched it from me and counted it.
Satisfied, she stuffed it into the waist of her shorts. "Let's do it."

When we got into the workout room, I thought she would instruct me in running
through some stretches or something to warm up. Instead, Tanya squared up to
me and punched me in the gut. It felt like she hit me with a sack full of
rocks! I doubled over. Her knee drove up into my face, straightening me back
up.

She lifted me onto her shoulders like I was nothing. Then she spun around real
fast, first one way and then another. When she put me back onto my feet, I
fell over from dizziness.

Tanya dropped down on top of me. I heard her laughing, but my eyes were still
rolling around from the airplane spins and I couldn't focus on her. She sat on
my chest with my arms locked under her legs. Her big hard hands punched my
face first one direction and then the other, like my head was a speed-bag. I
begged her to stop, but she just laughed and kept hammering me with her hands
of stone.

I woke up to an empty room. Tanya had found and taken my other $200.00, plus
my Rolex and DVD player. It was 1:30 in the morning. I staggered to the fridge
for an ice pack. I noticed she had cleaned out the beer as well.

On my bathroom mirror was a note in her shade of red lipstick. "Call the cops
and I will crush your balls. You want more? Just ask." There was also a
lipstick drawing of a hand flipping me off.

While I wouldn't mind asking her over again if she would not hit me so much, I
didn't think I could trust her. I continued my letter to Vicki. I included my
email and online chat handle.

I took a closer look at her resume. Yoga, racquetball, Taikwondo, and ... I
blinked and took another look ... making men suffer. I hoped she wasn't
another Tanya.

Vicki found me online. "HotBod69: This is Vicki. You want to get together and
work out?"

I replied: "StantheMan: OMG! Love to! What kind of things do you do?" I was
cautious after Tanya. My face was just beginning to heal.

"HotBod69: I start with stretches and tests of strength. After that,
submission wrestling." "StantheMan: Sounds like heaven!" "HotBod69: It is,
Stan the man. It is." "StantheMan: How long have you been doing this?"
"HotBod69: You would be my third client." "StantheMan: What kind of money
should I have on hand?" "HotBod69: Let's make it $300.00. Tips and gratuities
are appreciated ;-)"

I wasn't as shocked at the cost, now. I was prepared. My bank account could
take it.

Where Tanya had been a big wolf of a woman, Vicki moved more like a jungle
cat, very feminine and wily. Like Tanya, she was an inch shorter than me. I
weighted ten pounds more than her. But I could see she was in much better
shape than me. Maybe even in better shape than Tanya.

She wore a yellow party frock and a wide, white hat - funny clothes for 8:00
at night, but she looked fabulous. It was kinky in an innocent sort of way.
Her blonde hair hung down in two pony tails to the sides. Cute as a button.

While we sat on the mat and stretched, I caught a glimpse up her dress. White
panties with little red roses all over them. Cute as a fucking button.

"Should I get your money now?" I asked as we stretched.

"Plenty of time for that," she replied.

I was feeling better about her already.

"Let's see what you're made of, Stan the man!" She hopped up. I struggled to
my feet. Being twenty-five years older than her was going to be a
disadvantage, I could see. She waited for me. "Put your hands up, like this."
She stuck her hands up toward me. I did the same and she locked her hands into
mine. "Now, let's see who can push the other into a wall first."

I leaned into her. Vicki giggled. "Come on! Push!" she shouted. I gave it all
I had. Vicki got a mean glint in her eye. She giggled again and stepped me
slowly back into the wall. She held me pinned against the wall until I stopped
struggling and admitted defeat. "That's one for me," she said. "And it was too
easy, I'm beginning to think you're nothing but a pussy, Stan, not a man at
all. I'm beginning to wonder if you're even worth my time." She started toward
the door.

"I'll try harder!" I begged. "I can try harder!"

Vicki turned her back on me. She folded her arms. In her outfit she looked
like a pouting child. "I don't like it when the men are such weak pussies. It
makes it too easy."

"Please," I begged. "I can do more ... I'll bet I can pin you this time!" I
didn't really think I could, but I was desperate.

Vicki rocked on her bare feet. "Hmmmm ... well ... . Kiss my fanny and I'll
let you try once more." She giggled and flipped the back of her dress up.

I dropped to my knees and planted my lips on her right butt cheek. She wiggled
her butt in my face. "Get used to that, pussy-man-Stan, cuz your lips are
gonna spend a lot of time there."

Then she skipped away.

She turned and put her hands up, suddenly all business. "One more time! And
this time, make me work for it!"

I stood and breathed hard. I leaped at her and clasped hands. I strained into
her. After twisting her a few times I actually managed to get her to back up
one step.

"That's better, pussy-man," she grunted. "But not near enough." She marched me
back toward the wall.

I managed to flip around so that it was her back instead of mine marching to
the wall, but Vicki recovered quickly. "Nice try," she grunted. She picked
another wall and aimed me at it.

I used every ounce of my strength and every leverage trick I could think of.
Nothing stopped our slow progress to that wall. In the end, Vick pressed me
into it and held me.

Dripping with sweat, I submitted. "You are incredible," I gasped. "You're so
strong."

She smiled. She kissed my cheek. Then she stepped aside and pushed me to the
mat. "Now we're warmed up," she said.

"Warmed up!" I gasped. "I all done in!"

"Too bad for you, because now starts the submission wrestling."

"Can't ... can't I take a moment?"

"Sure," she replied as she kneeled over my face. "But I'm not going to." With
that, she stuffed my face up her butt and clamped my neck in a vice- like
scissors hold. Within seconds I saw stars. She kept up an unbelievable amount
of pressure for a terribly long time. Then she began shaking my head around by
twisting her hips!

"Oh god! You're killing me!"

"Yeah? You like that?"

"No!"

"Tough shit!" she snapped. "You're gonna have to take it!"

I felt like an idiot getting throttled by a girl in a baby-doll frock, but I
didn't have much to say in the matter. I was already defeated - worn out. She
toyed with me for as long as she wanted. And like the cat she resembled, she
liked to play with her kill for a long time.

She seemed to know just when to let up before I passed out, so that I would
experience all the pain. My head was throbbing. My eyes watered.

Then she switched to a crotch in the face scissor hold.

"How are you doing, pussy-man?" she asked.

"I give up!" I gasped into her panty-clad clam.

"What?"

"I give up!"

"You give up?"

"Yes! Please!"

"That sounds so wimpy ... you give up. Don't you have any pride, Stan the
pussy-man?"

I had no idea what to say to that. Wasn't she going to let up? She didn't show
any signs of letting up. And she seemed as fresh as a daisy.

"What do you want from me?" I cried out.

She clamped down harder. I had no idea she wasn't already applying as much as
she could give! She had been in idle mode all this time?!? "I want you to
suffer!" she snarled.

I screamed in agony. After a while she let up a bit.

"Money!" I gasped.

"What about it?"

"I'll give you money to stop squeezing me."

"Really? How much?"

"Twenty-five ... " I began.

Vicki clamped down harder.

"Fifty!"

She doubled the pressure.

"A hundred! Two! Three! Five hundred! God! Please Stop!"

She let go. "Deal. Now you owe me $800.00," she said.

She got up. I was on my back on the mat, gasping, as the blood rushed back
into my head. My eyes were teared up, so I didn't even see her take her
panties off. I didn't see her squatting over my head. But I felt it as she
settled her butt-hole over my mouth and her muff over my nose. She cozied
herself into place and robbed me of the ability to breathe. She was
suffocating me. Smothering me with her ass and quim.

I screamed and tapped her leg. Tap tap. I hoped she would see I was tapping
out. Tap tap tap.

"I'm not squeezing you anymore!" she protested. "You didn't say anything about
not smothering you!"

Tap tap tap.

She slapped my hand away. "Stop that!"

I tapped once more and she punched me in the gut. I stopped tapping after
that.

Just before I passed out she lifted her ass. I gasped for air. She settled
back down and did it again. This time she made me pass out.

I woke up with her sitting on my chest, slapping me. My head ached. "Are you
going to sleep all night? I thought you wanted a workout!"

"I submit!" I protested. "I've had all I can take!"

"Are you going to pussy-out on me?" she pouted.

I gasped and looked at her. She was so ... God ... Damn ... CUTE! Cute as a
mother- fucking button! Cute and outrageously sexy.

Maybe I could live through a little more torture if it made her happy. I think
she could read my thought, because a smile grew on her face, giving her
dimples.

"Do what you will," I moaned.

"Of course," Vicki purred.

She sat on my face again and teased me in and out of consciousness for another
hour before she got bored.

Abruptly, she stood up and wanted her money. $1,000.00 according to her
reckoning. $300.00 for the session. $500.00 for not squeezing any more. And
another $200.00 for showing such mercy and compassion. I didn't have the
strength to ask where the mercy came in. Maybe that she hadn't outright killed
me?

I began writing her a check. She leaned over me. Her left tit nestled into my
ear. It was so hot and firm. Her nipple probed and tickled. "Don't forget the
tip," she cooed.

As I wrote the check for $1,500.00 I nearly came in my pants.

This was starting to cost some real money! I wasn't sure I could afford to see
Vicki very often - not as often as I wanted to "work out."

I looked at the next girl on my list.

Lisa, 19 years old and six feet two - same height as me. But only 155 pounds -
25 pounds less than me. A sweet young thing in a tall, slender, innocent way,
with short brunette curls. She lived with her parents and asked me to call her
cell phone. Lisa preferred to meet on Sunday afternoons, when she could tell
her folks she was out with church friends.

After a quick phone call with a girlish voice and settling for $100.00 for the
first visit, I cleaned up and prepared. She had been excited about the amount
- thought it was quite generous for a few hours work. She admitted to being
completely inexperienced, but she said she was strong from lifting boxes at
her daddy's hardware store.

At 2:00 that Sunday afternoon, a sweet sunflower of a girl strode into my home
on long legs. Her platform shoes made her tower over me, which was cool.

I lead her into the workout room and showed her the stretches Vicki had showed
me. Lisa wore denim shorts and a slim halter top which accentuated her slender
physique.

"Shall we try you out for strength?" I asked as I stood.

Lisa popped up off the mat, all eager young energy. "Sure! What should I do?"

I showed her how to clasp hands in the center of the room and instructed her
to push me up against a wall.

"Any wall?"

"Any wall at all. Ready?"

She braced herself. "Ready!"

"GO!" We both pushed into each other at the same time.

Lisa screamed and giggled as I got her to take three step back right away.
Then she planted her feet. Of course she was barefoot by now, and her long
toes seemed to grab right into the mat.

I found I couldn't just out muscle her to the wall, as slender as she was.
Small cords of muscle stood out in her arms and neck. Her little belly rippled
with muscle. I tried twisting her around to get her off balance. Lisa screamed
again and I got another step out of her. She was almost to the wall. Just a
few more steps!

By now, I was getting tired. I was panting and sweating. Lisa was giggling and
grunting.

She backed me up a step.

I surged with everything I had left. I gained the step back.

Then, slowly but surely, Lisa walked me the long way across the room, step by
step. I pushed and twisted, but I had run out of steam. Lisa grunted and
giggled, seeming to grow stronger every second.

"Come on!" she snarled. "Almost there!" And then, BAM! She slammed me into the
wall. "YES!" She let go and danced around the room wiggling like a snake.
"YES! YES! YES!" she pumped her long arms. "I kicked your booty! I kicked your
booty!"

I laughed and shook the hurt out of my tired arms. "Yeah, you win."

"You bet I do! In your face!" She turned around and waived her little ass at
me.

"I wouldn't mind if it was," I murmured before I could stop myself.

Lisa stopped. She looked at me like she was making up her mind. Then she said.
"You like my ass? You wanna kiss it?"

I stood panting. Then I nodded.

"You really want my ass, don't you?" She said this with an impish smile.

I nodded again. I could see the glint in her eye. She was looking impish.

"You want my ass so bad? Come and get it." She wiggled it at me again.

I walked forward, hands out, ready to grab that sweet ass and give it a lick.
At the last second, Lisa spun out of the way and kicked me in the ass,
knocking me down.

She laughed as I pulled myself up off the mat. I was more than a little miffed
as I dove at her, hoping to hold her down and spank her. She jumped over me,
then came down behind me. She clamped me in a full nelson before I could
react. The girl was no novice to fighting.

I twisted and bucked, but she had me. "Are you getting a workout, old man?"
she whispered in my ear. "Didn't know I had some moves, did you? I've been
wrestling my brothers since I was three!"

She held me until I was drenched and exhausted.

"I submit!" I gasped.

"HA!" she yelled as she let go. I fell face first to the mat at her feet. "I
totally kicked your butt!"

I gulped air.

Lisa calmed down. "Awww ... poor baby. Paid a hundred dollars and got nothing
but beat up. You wanna kiss my toes? Maybe I'll let you do that."

I turned over. She had lovely, long feet. I reached my lips toward one of
them.

Lisa kicked me in the face. "I said maybe!" she laughed.

She put one foot on the side of my face and grabbed one of my wrists. Then she
pulled up on my wrist as she stepped hard down on my skull. It was like she
was going to pull my arm off. I screamed for mercy!

She put me through a lot of other painful holds for a while, showing she could
do anything she wanted to me at that point. Her scissors on my body with her
arms around my neck was agony.

Eventually, she let up. "This is fun! I can't believe I get a hundred buck for
kicking your silly old butt!" She looked at her watch. "Oops! 4:30! Gotta go
eat dinner with Mom and Dad! Better get my money now."

"Yes, miss." I groaned and crawled to my wallet. I counted out five twenties
and gave them to her.

"Thanks, Stan!" said Lisa.

"Lisa?"

"What?"

"Would you let me ... kiss your ass for another $100.00?"

Lisa's face light up. "Sure!" she held out her hand. I gave her five more
twenties. She had teased me so much with that ass I just had to kiss it once.
She turned around and wiggled it in my face, denim shorts still in place.
Besides, it was a bargain compared to Vicki.

I clutched her narrow hips in my hands and planted a big kiss on her denim
right where her butt-hole would be.

"WHOOP!" she yelped and then giggled. "Don't stick your entire head up there!"

I let my lips linger for as long as I dared, and then let go. Lisa stepped
away, fanning herself with the money. "My oh my ... I kinda wish I had let you
kiss my keester a little sooner," she cooed.

"Me too."

"Maybe next time?"

"I would like that!"

And so I had a once-a-week thing going with Lisa for $200.00. She got stronger
and stronger. It got so I couldn't back her up a single step in the test of
strength. But every week she dropped her shorts and let me kiss her ass for
real. She got off on it even more than I did when my tongue rolled around and
up her hole. She called it her tip.

Then, one week, she came looking a little miffed.

On the test of strength she slammed me into the wall, nearly breaking my arm.
Once she had me there she rammed her knee into my gut.

"Why?" I gasped.

"Get up and fight!" she snarled.

She pulled me up by my hair and flipped me into the air onto her slender
shoulders. She threw me down, slamming my back onto the mat. She dropped a
knee into my gut. Then she flipped me over and crammed me into a Boston Crab
hold.

I wailed for mercy. She kept it up until I was crying.

Then she scissored my neck and punched me in the stomach, over and over. I
thought I would barf.

"Stop! I submit! Please!" I begged.

"You cheating bastard!" she snarled.

I was lost. "What are you talk ... OOF!"

"You paid the last girl almost two thousand to do this and you give me two
hundred!"

"OOF!"

Crap. She had been talking with Lisa!

"You ... OOF! ... Want more? OOF! OK! OOF!"

She stopped punching and sat up on my chest. She grabbed my face in her hand.
"You bet I want more! I want a whole fucking bunch more!"

"But I never gave Vicki two thousand." I gasped.

"How much did you give her?" Lisa asked.

I answered quickly to cover the lie. "One thousand. Just one ... "

She let go of my face. She kinda looked hurt. "So was she that much better
than me?" Lisa asked in a small voice.

"No! She was ... stronger ... and more experienced ... actually, I couldn't
afford her as a regular thing ... ."

"So you settle for me?" I could see she was getting mad again. Her hand was
curling into a fist.

"Not settled! I chose you! You are magnificent!"

Suddenly, Lisa grew cold. "You're right," she said. "I am magnificent." She
got up. "Bring me your checkbook," she commanded.

I crawled away and came back, ready to write a big check. Lisa snatched the
book from me and looked over my balance sheet.

"You only have a little over four grand in here?" she asked.

"Yes."

She held the checkbook out to me. "Write it for that, then."

"What?"

She planted a foot in my ribs. It felt like she had snapped one. I crumpled to
the ground. She threw the checkbook down on my face. "Write it for four
grand."

I complied. She cashed it. That was the last I saw of Lisa.

The last girl in my Yes pile was Amy. Amy was last because she stood only five
feet ten inches tall - four inches shorter than me. She weighed 155 pounds -
twenty pounds lighter than me. Twenty-eight years old - still much younger
than me but the oldest in the bunch. She was very pretty with long blonde
braids and an erotic figure (38D-28-38).

I wrote. She wrote back.

Her interests included swimming, Tai Chi, weight lifting and jitter bug
dancing. I wrote and asked what interested her in becoming my personal
trainer. She wrote that she liked to wrestle. She was very competitive and
found that fighting men was arousing, particularly if something was at stake.

I decided to take it slow. I had been pummeled and robbed three times now, the
way I looked at it. Yes, I had enjoyed most of my time with Vicki and Lisa.
And even Tanya was exciting in a scary way. But I wanted this to be something
I could keep up, financially and physically. As our letters crossed in the
mail, I was restocking my bankroll. I didn't want it to deflate in one
evening.

It was Amy that suggested we make a contest out of it. Submission wrestling
for three hours. Every time someone submits, they owe the other person
$100.00. With my size advantage, I guessed that I could crawl all over Amy and
make a few bucks into the bargain.

We met two weeks later.

Amy showed up wearing a white tennis skirt, red midriff top and white cotton
panties (I saw these when she bent over, straight legged, to untie and take
off her sneakers). Her movements where smooth and fluid. She was more compact
than Vicki, but she had the same cat-like quality to her grace.

When she stretched I had to admire how flexible she was. She sat down on the
mat with her legs way out and straight, then she leaned forward until her big
rack smashed right into the mat between her legs! No way could I do that!

"So, $100.00 per submission, like we agreed?" she asked as she stood.

"Sure," I replied.

She bowed.

How cute. I bowed back.

We struck fighting stances and circled each other. No walking each other to
the walls tonight. Amy reached for my leg. I pulled it away and grabbed her
wrist.

I spent two years in high school wrestling ( a looooong time ago) and now it
was all coming back to me.

I twisted Amy's arm, forcing her face down onto the mat. I knelt on her back,
right between her shoulder blades. I didn't want to be mean, but I wasn't
going to go broke tonight. I pulled her arm back.

Amy screamed and beat the mat with her free arm.

"Do you submit?" I asked.

She didn't answer.

I pulled up on her arm.

"I submit!" she yelled. I let go and stood up.

She stood and rubbed her arm. "Well done," she said. "That's one for you."

We circled each other again.

Again she reached for my leg. Again I grabbed her wrist. But this time she
flipped over and planted her feet in my chest. She kicked and I went flying.
She was on her feet as I hit the wall and came bouncing back. She flipped me
over her hip and came down with my head and left arm locked in her arms. Her
boobs covered my face.

She settled down on top of me like this. I struggled and discovered that she
was a real powerhouse! No way was I going to break her hold. As I was growing
low on air I took the easy road and submitted.

Amy let me up. "We're even now," she said with a smile.

"Yes," I replied. "You are pretty damn quick."

She circled me, not giving me much time to recover.

This time we both dove at each other at the same time. We locked up with our
heads together, our arms entwined. She shifted her weight and down I went. But
before she could trap me I spun around and got her in a headlock. I drove her
face into the mat and squeezed for all I was worth.

Amy bucked back and flipped me over. To keep from getting caught in a scissors
from her powerful legs I had to let go and back away. I was first up, so I
managed to come down hard on her back and pin her right arm behind her back.
It was like trying to hold down a mule! She flipped and spun around. By luck I
got her head in a scissors lock with my balls in her face while I still had
her arm pinned! I hoped she didn't object to my boner in her chin.

It took everything I had to hold that one arm with my two hands. But after a
few moments of puffing into my nuts she called for mercy.

I was back up by one.

As we circled I realized how tired I was. I was puffing still, but she had
already regained her wind. She must have seen it too, because she was smiling.

"Now it gets interesting," she said.

She faked for my leg. When I went for her wrist she jumped in and got me in a
headlock. With her weight on top, she drove my face into the mat. Then she
slipped her legs around my chest and squeezed. I thought she would snap me in
half.

"Mercy! I submit!" I screamed.

She let go and stood up. She helped me to my feet.

Instantly she took me down and had me in the same hold.

"Mercy!"

"Now I'm up one!" Amy giggled as she let me up.

Within a minute she had me down again and had my face up her butt while she
scissored my neck. She rolled up to sit on my head. I had to yell several time
for mercy before she heard me.

"That makes two." She said as she stood.

"How much time has passed?" I asked. I knew we had three hours to fight.

"thirty-two minutes," she replied.

"Oh god!" I moaned. Amy laughed.

Now she was dropping me and torturing me at will. I had no strength or speed
left and she was fresh and powerful. It took an average of three minutes each
bout before she had my yelling for mercy once more, and that was because I was
trying to resist as long as I could, so I wouldn't go broke! I had to resist a
lot of pain to keep it to that!

At the end of the three hours I owed Amy $5,200.00.

I wrote out the check from my home equity account.

"This was fun!" said Amy as she folded the check. "Wanna do it again real
soon?"

"I can't afford it," I admitted as I sat in a heap at her feet.

"Hmmm ... How about for quarters, then?" she offered.

I looked up. She must be joking.

"I mean it," she said. "I had fun. But I like having something at stake. How
about next time we fight for a quarter per submission, instead of $100.00? The
challenge for me wont be winning so much as trying to break the $20 barrier in
three hours."

I nodded. "I would like that. And if you can make $20.00, I'll make it
$200.00, so that I have a lot at stake to fight against."

Amy bent down and patted my head. "Good idea. You're a good sport. I'll see
you next week."

"All right," I said feeling very hopeful. "And Amy?"

"Yes?"

"May I ... " I hoped I wasn't about to blow it. I should just shut up, but my
desire wouldn't let me. "You have a very ... cute ... ass ... "

She grinned. "Why, thank you, Stan. Having been trapped in your groin earlier,
I can say you have a very ... big ... shlong."

"Thank you." We both giggled for a moment. She turned to leave. "Amy?" she
stopped. "May I ... " I gulped.

Amy stepped toward me. She grabbed my chin and looked into my eyes. "Did you
want to touch me, Stan? Kiss my ass maybe?"

I nodded. God, please don't let her be mad at me! I hung my head.

She was silent for a while. Had I ticked her off? I dared not look up at her
face.

"Write me another check for say ... $1,000.00 ... and I'll let you kiss my
ass."

"Thank you!" I wrote out the check. Another from my home equity account. I bet
most people spend this sort of thing on new paint or rewiring the house.

She folded it with the first check. "$1,000.00. You must really want my ass
... " She grinned down at me, seeming very satisfied with herself. In a way it
was a testimony to how damn hot she was.

She turned her back. Then she slipped her thumbs up her skirt and into her
panty's waistband. "You must want me pretty damn bad, eh Stan?" She slid her
panties down to her ankles. "Well, come and get it, you silly boy."

I slid my lips up her ass-crack and kissed her butt-hole passionately. Amy
giggled and moaned. She arched her back. She liked it. Her hands pressed
against the wall like she was assuming the position for a police frisk. I
frisked her rump with my nose.

I grew bolder. I slid my fingers up her thigh and into her muff as I slid my
tongue around her butt cheeks. She moaned and writhed on my face. I reached
down my pants and jerked off as I worked on her.

When she came, she fell against the wall and cried out, "OH! Mercy! Oh GOD!"
Her legs shivered. My come splashed onto her ankles at the same moment.

I didn't stop right away. I let her come again, then I licked up her dripping
juice.

Panting, she pulled her panties back up. "Looks like I owe you $100.00 for the
submission," she purred. She slipped several bills from her pocket and dropped
them down to me. I counted up $137.00. I tried to give her the extra. "Keep
the change," she said.

Her cheeks were rosy with passion as I licked my come off of her feet. Amy
looked even more lovely than usual. That was when I knew I would propose to
her someday.

Amy walked on wobbly legs to the door and was gone. But she would be back.

I threw away the rest of the responses from my ad.