The Sexperts: Fifty Grades of Shay

by Melinda DuChamp

  "Help me, Dick." She got up from the couch and walked toward him, beseechingly, stopping two inches away, gazing into his face. "I can't bear this. I know in my heart that you hold the key to relieving my suffering."

  "Oh. Um. No. I..." He dabbed his forehead again, other hand still desperately trying to subdue his straining cock.

  "Please, Dick," she whispered. "I don't know what to do."

  "What..." He swallowed, panting and wheezing. "What do you feel you should do, deep down in your purest soul?"

  "Have you touch me. Everywhere my boyfriend did. That will cleanse me! Put your tongue up inside me. Make me come so hard I scream your name." She threw back her head, mimicking orgasmic bliss. "Dick, Dick!"

  Ouad made a deep gurgle in the back of his throat.

  "Help me." Chastity laid her hands pleadingly on his chest. "I need you to drive out my demons, Dick"

  "I... I... I..." He pushed even more desperately at his erection, which kept bouncing back like a Weeble, which is a joke only middle-aged people will get.

  "I'm a sinner, Dick. Because that's not even all I want." She started crying. Real tears. The girl deserved an Oscar. "I am so far gone, so beyond saving, that I want to touch you, too. I want to slip my hand down your pants and curl my fingers around your cock and feel you hard for me. I want to kneel and put my lips around your hot hard huge penis, and then I want all of you inside me over and over again until we both scream and are lost for all eternity!"

  Dick's face was now approaching purple. A vein stuck out across his forehead. He grabbed her hand. "Kneel with me. Kneel. Yes, you are possessed. We must exorcize the demons."

  "Yes! Yes, Dick! Yes!" She knelt with him, raising her eyes heavenward, her hands clasped in supplication, while Dick devoured her body with his eyes, then squeezed his shut.

  Within two seconds Chastity noticed his closed eyes and ripped off her bra and panties, then resumed her prayerful position, breast swaying heavily, nipples erect, the light curls between her parted thighs only barely camouflaging her sweet pink lips.

  There wasn't a sound in the control room but Hoyt's leg smashing into the back of Fanny's chair. B.J. had even stopped chewing her fourth Twinkie.

  Gradually Dick's color and breathing returned to normal. He lifted his head, calm now, smiling, back in control. And then he opened his eyes.

  Fanny held her breath.

  "Huhhhhhhhh—"

  Chastity was on her back so fast she was practically a blur. The next minute was a frantic chaos of breasts being grabbed and long pale legs spread, a fat man in a suit thrusting his body between them, desperately trying to get his zipper down, horned hat falling, toupee flopping wildly.

  "Reporters! Go!" Fanny shouted.

  The room door burst open. A gaggle of photographers entered, flashes exploding, surrounding the pair. Ouad struggled to get up, his pants around his knees, his erection hidden by his belly. Chastity lay spread on her back under him, fully nude and beaming for the cameras.

  The control room erupted into cheers. Hoyt spun Fanny around and planted a long kiss on her mouth that made her sink like a stupid person back into her seat, only to be hauled out of it again by Peter, who kissed her even longer, and so much hotter that when he let her go, she flopped like a rag doll into her iCliner and couldn't move for another thirty seconds.

  "Wait. Wait, watch." B.J. stopped wiping cream filling from her chin. "Something's happening. One of Dick's fellow oxen just ran in and said something to him. Now he's smiling."

  The control room group returned their attention to the iScreen. Everyone was back on their feet, reporters still ogling Chastity's bare body and photographers still snapping pictures. Pants pulled up, Dick was standing in the middle of the room, his hand held up for silence.

  "This woman came into my room and unsuccessfully tried to seduce me under the pretense of needing my help. I have just learned she works at the Siemann Institute. Do I need any more proof of the depths to which this organization will go to corrupt the innocent people of this good city? Do I need any more proof?"

  The control room grew painfully quiet. Fanny's stomach sank. The little bastard had turned their best weapon back against them.

  Suddenly there was more noise, more chaos. Another man had come into the room, older, probably Hoyt's age, vaguely familiar, extremely handsome. He wore the Strapping Oxen hat, its tail swishing back and forth as he walked, his face red with fury.

  Scattering reporters, he wrenched Dick Ouad upright and pulled back his fist. "I'll teach you where to stick your dick, Dick."

  Pow!

  "Ow!" Dick tottered back, clutching his nose. Then he registered his attacker's face. "Hey, aren't you—"

  "I'll teach you where to shoot your wad, Ouad!" Sock! The man hit him again, even with reporters trying to restrain him.

  "As for you, young lady..." The man rounded viciously on Chastity, who gasped.

  "Oh my gosh!" She covered her naked body as best she could with her hands. "Daddy!"

  Chapter 11

  Chastity grabbed a jacket one of the reporters offered her, and wrapped it around her naked body. She absolutely couldn't believe Daddy was here. He hadn't gone to a Strapping Oxen meeting in years! This was awful! Now he'd get all angry at her and try to insist she go back to the ranch. Especially once he found out she and Shay were no longer getting married.

  Well she wasn't going to go back to the ranch. She was twenty-one years old. He couldn't tell her what to do anymore. Somehow she'd find the strength to make sure he understood that. Strength she wouldn't have had a couple of days ago.

  "Hi, Daddy." She looked down at the floor, unsure of his mood, afraid of enraging him if she showed too much defiance too soon.

  "It's Chester McChester! My idol!" Dick beamed at him, one eye swelling rapidly shut, blood streaming from his nose. "Can I have your auto—"

  Biff! Bam! Kapow!

  Dick crumpled.

  "Chastity." Her father grasped her arm, staring in concern. "What did this man do to you? How did you get in here, completely naked, with such a lowlife?"

  This was Chastity's moment. She could play the innocent, she could say she'd come to Dick Ouad for help and that he'd seduced her.

  Or she could tell Daddy the truth.

  "I'm working for the Siemann Institute, Daddy."

  Her father's face turned grim. "I do not want to hear this."

  "Daddy! Sex is not a bad thing. When used appropriately, sex has been shown to increase—"

  "You're too young!"

  "I'm twenty-one!"

  "You're not married!"

  "Neither were you when you had sex the first time. You were thirteen and the woman was old enough to be your grand—"

  "Shhhhh." He put his hand over her mouth, glancing warily around.

  Chastity pulled back, rolling her eyes. "Everyone knows Daddy, it's all over iGossip."

  He sat down heavily in a chair, resting his head in his hands. "I tried to protect you from all that. I wanted you to be a nice girl."

  "I am a nice girl, Daddy." She put her hand on his shoulder. "I just love sex all different ways and with all different—"

  "Stop. Stop it." He put his fingers in his ears. "Lalalalala I can't hear you."

  "Daddy." She pulled his arm gently down. "It's time you let me grow up. The way to protect me is to educate me about the world, not try to hide me away from it."

  "I know, I know." Her father groaned. "Your mother died and I panicked. I see that now. I just didn't want you to get hurt, Teddy Bear."

  He gave her a chaste, quick hug, which Chastity found rather cold until she realized she was naked under her coat and anything more loving would be awkward.

  "Something's different about you." She stood a decent distance away, frowning, wondering what it was. He was sort of... normal-looking, the way he was back in the depths of her memory when Mom was alive. If you could look normal wearing a hat with horns and a tail. But he no longer had that wild-eyed desperate loo
k of a fanatic.

  In fact...

  He looked as if he'd gotten some recently.

  "Daddy? Did you meet someone?"

  "Someone?"

  "You seem more relaxed. Happier. Less wanting to dominate and condemn and objectify and meddle and spread hurt and hatred and intolerance, and all the other things people who aren't getting laid enough do to the world."

  Her father's handsome face turned pink.

  Chastity clapped her hands gleefully. "You have! You have met someone!"

  "Not someone, darling. Seimann."

  "Daddy? You're same-gender-attracted?"

  "Not semen, the Seimann Institute. After you ran off with that Neanderthal, I realized my intolerance had forced you to take extreme measures. So I did something extreme. I called Hoyt Seimann."

  Chastity was astonished. "You studied at the institute?"

  "In extreme cases, for important people, he does house calls. Everything had to be secret, I didn't want it all over iGossip."

  The reporters in the room all jotted notes.

  "What did Mr. Seimann do?" Chastity asked.

  "He brought me something called a Cyber Doll. It opened me up to all sorts of …"

  "TMI, Daddy," Chastity said, holding up a hand. "I'm just glad you're happy. And I hope you understand that I need to live my life here in Center City now." She wouldn't add that she had no idea what she'd do, that she had no job, nowhere to live, no fiancé anymore, and all she knew how to do was boink like a fiend.

  Probably porn.

  Or she could try writing one of those erotica novellas that seemed so popular.

  "I do understand." He stood and pulled out his wallet, and gave her a gazillion dollars. "This will help you settle here. If you need more, just let me know. "

  "Oh, Daddy! Thank you so much!" She went to hug him, but when she lifted up her arms, the jacket lifted too, and her ass was bared to the room. Several photographers fainted. And then she remembered about the half-naked thing, and decided to kiss Daddy primly on the cheek instead.

  Daddy patted her head and tweaked her nose and pinched her cheek the way he used to when she was little. So she giggled the way she used to when she was little, even though she'd always hated when he did that.

  Then he left the room, so tall and so handsome her heart swelled with pride. It looked as if maybe they'd be able to develop a different type of relationship going forward, one that wasn't based on control and resentment and nearly toxic levels of rage.

  Yay!

  But right then, she had to get back to the Institute and finish her coursework so she could graduate and live life using her new gift of a gazillion dollars, which was so exciting she got a little dizzy and breathless.

  She slipped off the jacket so she could put on her bra.

  Immediately there was such deep silence in the room that she could hear dust motes hitting the floor.

  Uh-oh.

  Chastity turned around and saw that the entire room full of men, excepting Dick Ouad and the passed out reporters, were staring intently at her nakedness.

  She needed to get back to the Institute...

  But... oh, gosh, those poor men. All of their pants were painfully distended, all because of her. She needed to make this right. Being the one with super powers, she needed to help them!

  With great power comes great orgasms!

  Quickly, she did some calculations, glancing at the iClock in the room. Fifty men, thirty seconds each on average. She'd be finished in less than half an hour and have done more good work for the Institute. Chastity and Peter would be proud of her.

  She tossed her underwear aside, giving the men a big smile. "Okay, guys, two lines. One in front, one behind. No pushing, please. You'll all get a turn..."

  Chapter 12

  For some reason it took Chastity longer than Fanny would have expected to make it back to the Institute. The entire staff was assembled to greet her in the building's majestic black, chrome and marble lobby, applauding and cheering when she finally appeared. Hoyt Siemann limped forward and embraced her, pulled her up onto a platform that had been hastily erected, and speaking of which, most of the cocks in the audience had done the same, since they knew what she was wearing under the sweet Little Miss dress.

  "Chastity." Hoyt's voice quieted the crowd. "You have struck a blow today. Several actually."

  "Oh, yes, thank you." Chastity beamed, wiping her mouth.

  Oh no. Fanny rolled her eyes. She'd probably be getting a call soon from Hotel staff asking who was responsible for carting out the limp, twitching bodies.

  Hoyt's brow furrowed only for a moment, then thank God, he shrugged and went on. "Not only for the Institute, with the collapse of Dick Ouad's candidacy, but for the freedom of sexual proficiency throughout the city, our great state, and our country, and the world, and the universe and whatever is beyond the universe. We honor you." Hoyt handed her a small model of the Institute, the dome-shaped fantasy rooms atop the silver skyscraper, with two shorter, circular buildings at the base.

  "Oh my gosh!" Chastity's eyes widened. "A cock and balls!"

  "Ahem." Hoyt said. "Future generations of staff and clients at the Institute will also honor you. I am proud to announce that we are commissioning your bust to display in the control room, as an inspiration to all who pass through the very heart of the Institute."

  "Oh, gosh." Chastity's cheeks were pink with pleasure. "You want me to display my bust in the control room?"

  "No, we're going to commission…"

  "I don't mind." She started to unbutton the blouse.

  Fanny held out a hand, stopping her before she did irreparable damage to the leader of their institute … and everyone else, for that matter. "You don't understand. An artist will make a sculpture of you."

  "Of my tits?"

  Hoyt had a glazed look. "Exactly. And we'll display it in the control room."

  "The control room?" Peter looked at Fanny in horror. "No one will get any work done!"

  Fanny nodded. "I'll speak to him."

  "I am further happy to announce, dear girl, that your father, Chester McChester, has agreed to come out as a client and become a spokesman for the Institute."

  Murmurs and applause throughout the room.

  "Because of his popularity, we anticipate that the Purity Foundation will no longer be a threat during this election. Beyond that..." Hoyt raised his fist. "For the sexual rights and enjoyment of all people, we will fight on!"

  Massive cheers throughout the room, until Hoyt held up his hand for silence. "One last honor, Chastity Zoffal. We would like to offer you a job here at the Institute as an instructor."

  "Oh my goodness! What an honor!" Chastity laughed with pleasure, then her features fell abruptly. "But wait... I haven't graduated yet."

  Hoyt was clearly ready for that one. "Due to your exceptional performance thus far, I am pleased to inform you that you are hereby exempt from further—"

  "No!" Chastity shook her head emphatically, distress evident on every lovely feature. "Oh no! That wouldn't be fair."

  "Uh." Hoyt looked around in mild panic. "I assure you there isn't an instructor here who would begrudge you the—"

  "No, that's not what I mean." Her lovely lips pouted, lower lip trembling, blue eyes threatening to fill with tears. "It wouldn't be fair to me."

  Hoyt was clearly lost. "I'm not following."

  "I haven't gotten to do Same Gender or Group Sex!"

  BJ raised a hand. "Actually I heard from the hotel that you completed more group sex in one afternoon than—"

  "I don't just want a piece of paper. I want my education!"

  "Uh..." Hoyt's face flushed. He tugged at his shirt collar. "Our records indicate that there was some... trouble in Same Gender? I thought you'd be pleased to skip—"

  "Those weren't the right women. There's only one I want. And she promised if I accomplished my mission, she'd do whatever I wanted. Well I did. So now I can have her, and I don't want to be cheated out o
f it, because she is the hottest woman I've ever met, and I want to kiss her mouth and her breasts and lick her pussy, and I want her to do all that to me, too!"

  Peter caught Fanny as she was about to hit the floor. "Easy. Easy. It's okay. You can do this."

  "Uh. I'm not sure I know..." Hoyt looked helplessly into the crowd, clutching his right leg with both hands in an apparent attempt to keep it on the ground. "Anyone?"

  "Fanny!" Chastity met Fanny's eyes, hers pleading. "You promised me."

  An electric silence swept over the crowd.

  Jaws went slack everywhere.

  "Fanny and Chastity..." Hoyt's eyes rolled back in his head. "Oh God..."

  His erection was so violent he flipped up and landed on his back, where he lay, his right leg pointed stiffly into the air.

  "But the Seimann rules," Fanny said.

  "Forget the rules," Hoyt said from his spot on the floor. "Fanny and Chastity…"

  A low moan started in the corner of the room and started spreading.

  Huhhhhhhh...

  "We better get out of here." Peter hoisted Fanny in his arms, caught Chastity's eye and jerked his head in the direction of the fantasy rooms, mouthing, "Now."

  Chastity's face brightened. She nodded eagerly and sped off.

  Somehow Peter managed to get Fanny through the crowd. By the time they got to the moving walkway and elevators, she had recovered enough to use her legs again, though she still had to lean against him for support.

  "Peter."

  "Yes, Fanny."

  "If I don't make it through this..." She lifted her eyes to his. It was time to confess. "I just want you to know how special you are to me."

  "You listen to me." He gripped her shoulders, blue eyes blazing into hers. "You'll make it. You're the best. You've put in years of hard work and solid training. You got where you are through your toughness, your brains, and your ability to come thirty times in an hour without having to go to the infirmary. You can do this."

  His confidence buoyed her. She managed a smile, her heart warming. "You're right, Peter. I can."

  "That's the confident, professional I know. Chastity is... well I don't blame you for worrying. But you have nothing to fear."