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A Shannon Doherty Story



It all started with a business trip to Los Angeles. I
had a three-day seminar to attend, and since it was a
long trip anyway, I decided to take a couple days vaca-
tion and stay over the weekend. Six months earlier, I
had separated from my husband of ten years, so this
would be my first solo vacation.

I had rented a car through my company and was sightsee-
ing in one of the rich neighborhoods -- not Beverly
Hills, but nearby. I always hate the rental experience.
I don't feel comfortable driving a strange car, and my
company seems to always be changing the rules on which
insurance to take and which to waive. I always feel
like there's a disaster waiting to happen.

In this case, my fears proved correct. I was driving
around taking in the sights, trying to work the radio
at the same time. I should have known better. Dis-
tracted by the unfamiliar radio controls, I took my eye
off the road for just a second. When I looked up, I saw
a car stopped just in front of me. I tried to slam on
my brakes, but it was too late - I banged into the
expensive sports car.

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as I got out to
review the damage. It didn't look too bad, really, but
would definitely require my insurance. As I was looking
at the other car's bumper, the driver got out. She was
dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and seemed awfully
young to have such an expensive car. And she was def-
initely NOT happy.

"What the hell were you doing????" she screamed. "I
just got this car, and now look at it." She had this
disgusted look on her face, but she seemed familiar.

"I'm very sorry," I said. "I just looked down for a
moment. My insurance will pay for everything."

She sort of huffed and said. "all right, all right,
just give me the information and you can talk to my
lawyer. Damn!"

I gave her the insurance information from the rental
agency, and she handed me a card. "This is my lawyer,"
she said. The card said Sheila Lansdorf, Esq. "And my
name is Shannon Doherty." Now I knew why she looked
familiar - she was the actress.

I called Ms Lansdorf from my hotel and gave her all the
information about the rental car insurance and my own
car insurance. She was very pleasant, and I figured the
insurance companies would take it from there. Unfortun-
ately, about an hour later, Ms Lansdorf called back.
"We have a problem. It seems that you waived the rental
insurance, and your own insurance has lapsed. How are
you planning to make compensation for the damage? The
estimate is over $8000."

I couldn't believe it. The damage had seemed small, but
any repair to an expensive sports car carries a high
price tag. And my insurance! It was one of those things
that slipped by me in the confusion and tension of my
separation.

I was a little desperate. "Well, uh...I...I'm sure we
can work something out. I have about $2000 in the bank.
Maybe I can pay over time?"

"Ms Doherty is pretty upset, maam. I don't think she'll
go for that, especially since you're from out of state.
But we'd like to keep this out of court."

I was silent...stunned. I explained my personal situa-
tion, and she seemed somewhat sympathetic. "Are there
any other options?" I asked. "Is there anything else I
can do?"

There was a long pause on the other end. "Well..." she
said. "Sometimes Shannon can be persuaded by a personal
plea. If you want, I can arrange a meeting and you can
explain your situation. Seeing a chance, I quickly
agreed.

The next day Sheila Lansdorf picked me up at my hotel.
She drove us to a fairly modest, but expensive home
near the site of my accident. She rang the bell, and to
my surprise, Shannon Doherty answered the door herself.
Like the last time, she was dressed casually, this time
in a miniskirt and plain top.

Shannon said hello to Sheila and nodded curtly to me.
Sheila made some introductory remarks and then said
"I'll wait here while you two discuss this in private.
I was a little surprised by this, but it seemed to be
what Shannon expected. She led me to what appeared to
be a sitting room off of her own bedroom.

Plopping down in a large easy chair, she said pointed-
ly, "So, what's your proposition?" This caught me com-
pletely off guard - I hadn't prepared any "proposi-
tion". "Well,...uh...I don't know..." I stammered. "I
thought if we talked we could work something out."

"Look, $8000 is a lot to work out," she said. "Don't
think that because I'm famous I'll just throw money
away."

"No, I didn't mean....I mean, well, did Ms Lansdorf
mention my problem?"

"Yeah, yeah, Sheila said you're going through a separa-
tion and all. That's hard, but it doesn't help me now,
does it?" She had that disgusted look again. Then her
expression changed. "Of course," she said, "maybe we
can work out something non-financial." She had a funny
look and raised her eyebrows expectantly.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked?

"Well, what are you willing to do?" She replied, star-
ing at me. Suddenly I felt weak and helpless. It seemed
like she was looking right through me.

I couldn't answer. I just stood there looking at her,
wondering what she meant. Finally, she said slowly "I
like to play games. Sexual games." She looked at me
intently, checking my response. "If you're willing to
play along, maybe I can forgive the damage to my new
car."

My mind raced. Sexual games? Did she have some guy she
wanted to bring in? Or was Shannon Doherty a lesbian?
Not that I had a problem with sex with women. In fact,
my experience with my marriage had soured me a bit on
men, and I had had a couple female encounters since
leaving him.

Finally I asked warily, "Well, just what kind of games
do you mean?"

Shannon smiled slowly and knowingly. "Look, I'm not
gay. I like men and all, though they can be more
trouble than they're worth sometimes. But something I
find really exciting is dominating another woman - to
boss her around and make her do my bidding. It's great
fun, ...and really hot. And for whatever reason, I es-
pecially enjoy putting little blonde 'cuties' through
their paces, so you're the perfect choice."

I didn't object, so she went on. "You will be my slave
for the next 24 hours. You'll do anything and every-
thing I tell you to. In general, you will exist for my
pleasure. If you do a good job in pleasing me, I'll
consider voiding your debt." She paused, then with a
leer added, "Oh, and by the way, I just LOVE oral sex,
for a long, long time."

I was getting more and more nervous. This sounded
strange, even dangerous. But I also found myself get-
ting a little excited by this talk. In my previous
encounters with women, I did tend to be somewhat sub-
missive. And if it saved me the money...

Finally I said it: "Okay, I'll do it." I could feel my
face flush deep red as I said it. I could see Shannon
flush a little too. But I knew hers was not from embar-
rassment, but from arousal. She smiled broadly at my
submission. "I have an odd feeling you're going to en-
joy this, too," she said.

"Okay. First off, stand up." Her voice was harsh. I
hesitated. She walked over and pulled me to my feet. I
just stood there, looking at her, waiting for the next
command. "Take off your pants," she snarled.

I unsnapped my jeans and began to pull them down. I
thought it a little odd that she asked me to take my
pants of first - normally I would start at the top. But
as I stood there with my pants down, I felt like a lit-
tle girl who was about to be punished. I knew then that
this was the point - to humiliate me.

"Turn around and take your panties down" she said next.
I dutifully obeyed, drawing the silky fabric over my
buttocks and standing before her, naked from the waist
down. "Nice. Now the rest." Following instructions, I
took off my socks, my top, and finally my bra, exposing
my smallish breasts to my new mistress's derisive gaze.
I was completely naked, flushed with nervousness and a
strange anticipation.

"So." she said, "have you ever been with a woman before?"

"No," I lied. I saw no need to expose all my secrets to
her. Besides, I thought she might enjoy this more if
she thought she was forcing something new on me. And I
wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself.

"Never eaten pussy, huh?", she said with a nasty smirk.
"Well, that's definitely going to change." She laughed
to herself as she said this. "But you want to today,
don't you, slut?"

The tone of the conversation was beginning to change.
"Well, I,..."

"I SAID you want to, don't you!"

Taking the hint, I responded in a low voice, "Yes, I
want to eat some pussy today." I could feel my face
redden again.

"Whose pussy do you want to eat, Karen?"

"I want to eat your pussy, Shannon." This brought a
grin from my tormentor. Shannon seemed to like the ver-
bal degradation as well as the acts themselves.

Now she came up very close to me, looking me straight
in the eyes and saying, very deliberately "Yes, you're
going to. You're going to eat my pussy for a long time.
You're going to eat me out, you're going to be my lit-
tle cunt-sucker, and anything else I want from you. I'm
going to make sure you never forget the taste of me in
your mouth."

I could see that Shannon was getting herself excited
with her own words. Her breath seemed shorter, and
there was an intense look in her eyes as she described
my fate. It was contagious, too. I was getting turned
on myself by her wild talk.

"Okay, now get on your knees. I have nice legs, don't
you think? Show me how you like my legs."

I was surprised at how pale Shannon's skin was, con-
sidering the climate, but I assumed she was naturally
fair-skinned. She did have nice legs. Her calves were
a little thin, but as I looked at those alabaster
thighs under her miniskirt, I could feel myself becom-
ing aroused. I ran my hands gently over the smooth skin
of Shannon's calves and thighs, then placed a soft kiss
on the inside of one knee. She said nothing, so I con-
tinued to kiss her legs all over, swirling my tongue
for additional stimulation.

After a few minutes, her hands reached for her waist to
undo her miniskirt. She slowly lowered it, revealing a
pair of modest blue panties, through which I could see
the shadow of her dark pubic mound. Her top came off
next, and I was surprised by the size of her breasts.
They were fuller than I had expected, very nicely
shaped. Her nipples were already erect. At last, she
stood before me clad only in those pretty little pan-
ties. I could feel the dampness between my own legs as
I looked at her and thought about what I was about to
do.

She stood me up and took my hands in hers. "Here," she
said, putting my hands on her breasts. It thrilled me
to feel her breasts, soft and full and firm, in the
palms of my hands. Without being asked, I lowered my
head to take each pert, erect nipple into my mouth.
They felt very hot as I squeezed them with my lips and
sucked them deep, taking some of the soft milky flesh
as well. Shannon sighed in response. I was really be-
ginning to enjoy this.

We walked over to the chair and I knelt down in front
of Shannon. "Take them off," she said, almost in a
whisper. My hands shook slightly as I reached for the
waistband of her panties. She raised her hips slightly
to let me could pull them down. I took the wet crotch
of her panties in my mouth and sucked, getting my first
taste of her. I heard Shannon murmur to herself, "Oh,
this 'is' going to be good."

Now I looked directly at Shannon's brown pubic patch.
The contrast with the smooth, ivory skin of her thighs
was incredibly sexy. Under her bush was the puffy mound
of her two large lips. In the middle was her slit, with
her smaller lips slightly visible in between. She
looked wet.

"Well, how does it look, huh? Are you getting hot look-
ing at me, thinking about this?."

I started rubbing my legs together and said, "Uhhh
huuhh".

"Think about it, whore. Think about how you're going to
eat me, about how hot it will feel against your sluttly
little face." Shannon was silent for a minute while I
soaked in the view. Then she said, "Oooh, baby, I'm
getting hot making you do this. Can you see me getting
wet?". I saw that Shannon's pussy was starting to grow
and open up. The smaller lips were protruded more now.
There was noticeable wetness between her legs. She
clearly enjoyed the dominant role.

"Now taste it."

I gazed at Shannon's pussy, then looked up at her.
Shannon said, "That's a good slave. Do it baby. Show me
how much you want to taste it." She took my head in her
hands and pulled it toward her pussy. I just knelt
there, my breath coming faster. I was sure my secret
was out, that she could see my excitement.

"Come on, Karen. You know you want to. I can see the
look in your eyes. You're getting horny as you think
about eating my pussy." Her words embarrassed me,
humiliated me, but I realized she was right. I was
thoroughly enjoying this, and I was now very, very
horny.

I took my finger, worked it gently into her slit, and
then put it in my mouth. Her juices tasted better than
I expected. I rubbed my finger up and down Shannon's
slit some more. "Mmmh, ooh... aaagh. Come on now. Do
me.", she said. Then I stuck my finger deep inside her,
down where the source of her cream was. Again, I put it
to my mouth, taking my whole finger and sucking on it.
I liked the taste of her, and the position I was in.. I
licked my finger off and looked up at Shannon, while my
pussy clenched down and my hips and thighs started
grinding together. "Mmmmh. You like it, don't you?" she
said. "Now, kiss me down there." A chill ran through
me, but I didn't move yet. "You liked how your finger
tasted, baby. Go ahead. There's more where that came
from. You like my pussy juice, don't you, Karen? Look
how wet you've made me down there. If you keep it up, I
have a little surprise for you." I wasn't sure what she
meant, but by now I was totally out of control.

"Oooh, Oooh, Oh God", I moaned. "I have to!" and quick-
ly dove between her legs.

Shannon reached down with both hands and grabbed my
short, blonde hair. This got me even more aroused, and
I trembled and moaned shamelessly "Just as I thought.
Can't get enough, can you, slut. Come on, kiss my cunt,
slave. And play with yourself while you do it." I
couldn't help myself any more. Her order to "kiss my
cunt" seemed so dirty and decadent. "Cunt" was a term I
never used myself, but she seemed to enjoy the sound of
it, and at that moment, it turned me on as well. Highly
aroused, I leaned over between Shannon's legs and kis-
sed her clit, at the same time moving my own hand be-
tween my legs.

My lips and tongue were wet and hot, as they made con-
tact with Shannon's cunt. I pulled Shannon's lips open
with my fingers, and started sucking her clit and lick-
ing up and down. "Ooooh. Oooh God, baby. Oh, I forgot
how hot this can get me. Oh God, I love this. Here...
here is, all for you...ohhhh." Shannon pulled her knees
to her chest opening herself completely for me, her new
pussy lover. I clamped my lips over Shannon's pussy and
tongue reamed her, in and out. Shannon bucked up and
down, but my mouth stayed right there.

"Oooooh, yeah!!!. Do me! Suck my cunt! Fuck it with
your tongue. Oooh you're good. Here it comes, you
little bitch. I can't hold it. Aaaaahhhhh!" Shannon
exploded, and then I got her "surprise": Shannon was a
"gusher", a female ejaculator. I had heard of this, but
never experienced it myself. As her hips bucked with
pleasure, I could feel spurts of thin vaginal fluids
shoot from her pussy and into my eager mouth.

"MMmmhhh". I swallowed Shannon's cum, cleaning her with
my tongue until she had served all the cum she had into
my mouth. As I looked up, cheeks flushed and wet, I saw
a look of animal passion on Shannon's pretty face, and
I knew she wasn't finished.

"Oooh, yeah" said Shannon, "that's it. More!!!". I put
my tongue out, and licked again. It tasted so good,
felt so erotic. Once I started, it was too much, and I
couldn't stop. I had never tasted anything so exciting.
I tongued Shannon's pussy lovingly from top to bottom,
while she leaked cream onto my loving tongue.

Shannon moaned, "God, you are something. "Get on your
back. I want to sit on your face," Shannon said.

We moved to the bed, and I obeyed. Shannon moved over
me. I grabbed her hips with my hands and pulled her
pussy tightly onto my mouth, ravenous for her. "Ooooh
yes. Do me.. Aaaah. Stick your tongue way inside."

She rode my face for a long time. When she got really
excited, she'd push her hips down as hard as she could,
vibrating them and mashing my head into the mattress,
all the while keeping her eyes locked to mine. I felt
engulfed in her heat, my whole lower face inside her
wet lips.

"Ooohh, you're doing it," she moaned. "Oooh, God, this
is too much. I'm going to come in your mouth again. Do
you want it in your mouth?" Shannon asked.

"Mmmmph, Mmmm. Oh yes, please" My hand worked harder
between my own legs while I continued eating her.

"Oooh. You want my cum? Oooh, yes. Oooh it's coming
soon. I can't hold it much longer" moaned Shannon.

"Oooh, yes", I said. "Give it to me, Shannon. Do it.
Right in my mouth. Let me suck it out of you!"

Shannon groaned, " Here goes. Aaaagh, my God, oh you're
good. Oh god, it's coming. Oh I can feel it".

As Shannon came, I clamped my whole mouth around her
pussy and put my tongue inside. My tongue reached deep
inside her, and Shannon started cumming violently.

I sucked and swallowed all Shannon's juices. I could
feel Shannon's cunt clamping up on my tongue as I
gratefully drank all she had to offer.

"Oh, God, you little cum sucker. Ooooh that was good.
Come here you horny little lesbian. I gently tongued
Shannon's clit. She looked down at me, enjoying the
sight of my face between her legs, shiny with her sexy
fluids. She saw how I was enjoying this, and told me to
talk to her.

"Ooooh. Its so good Shannon. I love serving you. I'll
eat you all night, darling."

Shannon moved a little farther forward, and so that my
tongue rubbed against her asshole. She moaned.

"Ooohhh, that's hot. That feels good Karen. Do it some
more". I got really hot, too, realizing what I was do-
ing. This was something I had not done before. Shannon
steadied herself now, resting her ass right over my
tongue. "Okay, Karen, you little cunt slut. Lick my
asshole. Mmmhhhh. Oooohhh that's good." We both moaned
harder. Shannon groaned, "You like that, don't you? You
like to eat my asshole. Your my butt slut, too, aren't
you, Karen? Are you going to get off doing this dirty
thing? My asshole is so hot and horny from your tongue.
Ummmmm" She stayed over my mouth for a long time, while
my tongue worked lovingly around the rim of her ass-
hole. "Eat my ass...eat my ass!!!" she repeated over
and over, lost in the lust of controlling me so com-
pletely.

"Wait," she said. "I need to get more comfortable."
With that, Shannon climbed off me and lay face down on
the bed. "OK," she said. "Now get back there and really
do a job on my butt." I moved down on the bed, until
Shannon's bottom was right in front of my face. At that
moment, her round butt and smooth brown asshole looked
absolutely beautiful to me - the sexiest thing I could
imagine. I kissed and gently nipped at her soft cheeks,
drawing soft murmurs of pleasure from my beautiful
young mistress. Finally, I placed a thumb on each side
of the crack between Shannon's buttocks and spread her
cheeks wide, to allow me easy access to her ass. I then
buried my face into her ass and began to tongue her ass
hole. Shannon moaned as I worked my tongue around and
into her anus.

Obviously hot, she moved her body on the bed like a cat
in heat. Her actions got me even more aroused, and I
pushed my tongue in farther, slowly, sensuously pene-
trating as deep as I could into my lover's most private
parts. She really liked that, and she began moaning
louder and rotating her buttocks in an effort to in-
crease the already wonderful pleasures I was giving
her. The sound and sight of her obvious pleasure made
me so hot, I continued to worship her ass for a long,
long time.

When I sensed that just my ass-licking was not going to
get Shannon off, I turned her over, pushed her knees
up, and spread her legs wide as I could. Spreading her
lips wide with my thumbs, I began to tongue her pro-
truding clit, with immediate results. It almost felt
like I was in control now...tonguing her and biting her
clit...each time sending shivers of pleasure through
her.

*******

We took a short break after that. Shannon seemed spent,
and my jaw ached from servicing her for such a long
time. Still, we both wanted more. Chance had thrown us
together, but our desires seemed to mesh perfectly, and
the result was a wildly erotic time for both of us.

Shannon got up to go to the bathroom. As I lay on the
bed, I could hear the sound of her urinating quite pro-
fusely. Something about this was erotic, too, and exci-
ting, knowing I was hearing this famous young woman in
her most private activities.

A moment later, I heard Shannon call from the bathroom.
"Karen, come in here. I need you."

Surprised, I walked across the room to the bathroom
door. I looked in to see Shannon sitting on the toilet.
She gave me a pseudo-innocent look and said, "Gee
Karen, I don't seem to have any toilet paper. What are
we going to do about that?"

I started to correct her - there was plenty of paper on
the roll next to her. But then I realized that there
was more to this, that Shannon had more plans for my
"service". "I'm not sure what you mean, Shannon," I
stammered.

"I think you do know, Karen, my little pussy slut."
Then looking very haughty, she pointed to the floor.
Taking her cue, I got on my knees and crawled slowly
to her. As I looked up at her sitting on the toilet,
Shannon slowly spread her legs wide and said with a
mischievous grin "I told you you'd have to do EVERY-
THING I say."

Looking between Shannon's thighs, I could see small
droplets of piss in her pubic hair and on her pussy.
"My god." I thought, "she wants me to lick her clean!"

"Well, don't just sit there, bitch. My pussy is full of
pee. Lick it off."

Slowly, I leaned my head forward. This was more than I
had bargained for. Still, I thought about the money I
owed and the agreement we made. I had to do this. My
tongue reached out tentatively and licked at Shannon's
soft brown curls, scooping up several small droplets.
The taste was not what I expected. Salty, pungent, but
not bad, really. I actually found myself getting ex-
cited by it. I was tasting Shannon Doherty's piss! Oh,
so decadent.

I began to slowly lap at Shannon's whole crotch area,
searching out each bit of her warm urine that was left
there. Shannon was loving it, watching me serve her in
this most personal and degrading manner. She began to
ramble in her lust, saying "Oh, you are such a hot
little slave, aren't you? God, you'll do anything with
that hot mouth of yours. I should have brought you in
here earlier so I could use you for my personal toilet,
right in your hot mouth... oooohhhhhh, god, so horny.."

She looked down at me. "You're going to drink my piss,
Karen. You are. I'm going to make you do it and you're
going to love it, because you love having your mouth
between my legs for any reason, don't you? I can't wait
until I have to pee again so I can do it right in your
mouth and watch you swallow. Mmmmmm..oohhh."

By now all the urine was gone, though the taste linger-
ed erotically on my tongue. I continued to lick her,
though, as we had both become quite horny once again.
Shannon was insatiable. She leaned back on the toilet,
pushed her hips forward and threw her head back, her
eyes closed in a pose of luxury and passion. Her pelvis
moved back and forth in a sexy rumba against my slaving
tongue. With a long groan of lust, she murmured, "Oh,
god, what a filthy little mouth you have." As I looked
up at her, I thought she was the sexiest woman alive.

Shannon's hips continued their hot dance until finally,
her body tensed and she gripped the edge of the toilet
with all her might. She squealed and trembled with in-
describable ecstasy as a rushing wave of girl cum burst
upon my tongue and into my open mouth. Pressing my face
as far within her wet crotch as I could, I swallowed
surge upon surge of her womanly joy, as my own orgasm
hit me like a runaway train.

I couldn't catch all of Shannon's latest eruption.
Small drippings of the precious fruit of my efforts ran
down my chin. My mouth and nose were likewise covered
with a sweet film of girljuice. As she began to calm
down, I slipped my mouth off her hot box, wiped my
face, and waited to hear her next desire.

And that's the way it went for the whole 24 hours. By
the time I left her house I was completely spent. I
think she was too. I got a personalized picture of her
and never heard another word about her car.

T H E E N D


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