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.