Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER THREE: Susan installs Yahoo IM and her life changes.

Susan was going to be out of work for a few weeks, maybe even two months. She was supposed to ‘work from home’ but like some who do that, the temptation to turn on Jerry Springer and eat a bowl of Trix in your PJs became too great. She needed the constant stimulus of human interaction to motivate her and the peace and quiet of her immaculate House during the day, punctuated only by the sounds of her maid cleaning up for a few minutes a day was simply not getting it.

She checked the internet. She checked stocks, news, weather, sports. Yuck. How boring. What else is the internet good for?
Pornography?

Seems Jim had a fetish for pornography. She was looking in his pictures folder at some of the stuff he saved. “Tch, tch..Jim likes Anna Kournikova?” She couldn’t help but be a little disappointed by what she saw.
It was pretty soft-care to say the least. Mostly just very airbrushed and glossy bodies in skimpy clothes.

Susan had to admit, that she was curious what her own butthole looked like. Ever since that last Christmas when she had been pumped full of hot semen down her chocolate-hole, she had been wondering what it had looked to him.
Soon Google provided (for free) at least 20 different variations of what it probably looked like, from a quarter sized gaping hole, to a tiny little belly button sized pucker. A Pink star to a brown-tinted wrinkled shooting star shaped gap.
http://www.downloadingpornwithdavo.c...s/butthole.jpg

Who were these women? Didn’t they care if their gramma was googling and some one saw them?

Oh my gosh, 786,000 entries for images of pornography on the internet. I guess what are the chances that some one you know, will see pictures of you?

She did a few more google searches over the next few days and found everything from a woman letting a cat eat her pussy, to a youtube video of high school girls (at least she hoped they were at least high school age) doing ‘booty clap’ competitions in their bedroom, where in G-strings they put their butt to the webcam and practiced slapping their asscheeks together while dancing set to akon music.

She made a mental note to get rid of Amanda’s webcam, but then later assumed that her own daughter would never find rap music entertaining so its probably not worth the effort.

Eventually she found a bdsmstories.com site and started reading some dirty stories. Mostly they were boring affairs where the author took at least three chapters before getting to anything sexual or provocative, OR they were tiny vignettes just describing a sexual encounter. She wasn’t sure which one was more boring, but every now and then she’d find a real juicy one.

That kept her coming back. Stories where the woman was not unlike her, perhaps a Teacher and she was blackmailed into submission. “Ooh that’s juicy. See, she isn’t a nasty woman who just wants to do something nasty, she HAS Too, don’t you see how that is so much better? The justification for her actions.” She thought to herself. “She has to way the risk of doing more, to the reward of getting out of the situation.”

Clever authors who made believable characters that she could relate too. She was starting to see a few favorites now that she learned that when a story is ‘8kb’ it means it is so small and short that its going to just be a few paragraphs and that wasn’t her style at all.

In the evenings when Jim and the kids came home, she was back to how she always was, but during the day she was starting to play with herself without realizing it.

There needed to be more though. This was just a little naughty, what else is there? Yahoo messenger…

It didn’t take too long for Susan to navigate how the yahoo personals and collarme sites worked in order to find a collection of real people on the other end to talk too about things. She found that for the most part they fell into two or three categories.

CATEGORY ONE:

Nice old men who are bored out of their mind, who have wives that may or may not participate in their interests. These guys felt that ‘blackmail’ was too complicated a plot line. They just wanted someone to submit because they wanted too. What was the fun in that?

Seemed like if you wanted to be hurt or humiliated, to Susan that was more like an extrovert that needs a shove.

CATEGORY TWO:
Horny net geeks who are bored out of their mind. They make the programmers look cool in comparison. Star Wars or Star Trek? Too mainstream. These dipwads are into battlestar galactica and something called “Farscape”. Hell she didn’t even know they were making a new battle star galactic and the other show she’d call “Fart-escape” just to make these guys feel more stupid.

They too seldom proved to be very interesting. They didn’t get the interests Susan was starting to develop and frankly Susan didn’t either.
You see she would talk to them about a story or something they read, and to some extent she was doing ‘cybersex’ without realizing it was called that. She was picturing herself in the situation, as the main character.

So she wanted them to help her visualize it, and most guys just were not getting it. They saw the elaborate back story and motivation as really non-essential window dressing. What was important to them was talking about tits, asses and pussies and what they were going to do those three things.
Their ideal stories usually involved getting right too it, and usually the woman was ‘getting off on’ her wicked treatment. What kind of wicked bitch gets off on being kept naked in a cage? She thought.