Kitchen Duty

Kitchen Duty by Andy

As has appeared many sites without permission, since written in 1998-99. It’s still copy-righted and should be used with permission of the author only.

There are two more written if anyone here cares plus 4 others and a novel, maybe I’ll get back to writing if you enjoy it. Andy/Boez 2/07


Kitchen Duty


Amy put the keys in her door and walked into her world. Her home was her
“paradise.” She was a recently divorced systems analyst, who had had enough of
her husband and his missionary attitude. She was also fed up with the bar scenes
and with the usual meeting crap.

Amy was by no means the typical well-built model of perfection you always read
about. That is not to say that she didn’t have special attributes, she just
wasn’t a super model. Yes, she had a large bust. Their weight made them sag a
little and they started from under her arms. She also was about 30 pounds over
weight for her 5’7″ height. She had a good sized gut on her, not fat mind you,
but a beer gut was the best way to describe it. Amy loved her beer. She did have
a great pair of legs and looked absolutely great in high heels. Her hair was jet
black, thick, long and always looked like it had just been teased. Out of style
for these times.

She wore glasses as opposed to contacts, had bright blue eyes and a very sexy
overbite. Amy was not beautiful by any stretch, but the whole package was quite
alluring in a tired washed out sort of way that always boiled your blood anyway.

Her home was in a semi secluded area and was hers in an even split with her
husband as he got other things he wanted. Amy loved being off the beaten path as
it allowed her freedom to pursue her desires which to say the least were not
your everyday fantasies.

Amy walked in and put her brief case in the hallway and went quickly into the
her bedroom. The house was an eight room ranch and her bedroom was opulent on
the inside and rustic on the outside just like the rest of the house.

Amy removed her suit, blouse and skirt, followed by her bra and panties. Now
naked she gave her body a quick all over feel that was not sexual but rather an
awakening. She was always naked in her home except for one quirk. Amy always
loved to keep a pair of black pumps on her feet. She loved the way it made her
legs feel and that was her entire outfit when she was home.

Walking into the kitchen she opened the fridge took out a six-pack of Coors and
then a bottle of Jack Daniel’s that she kept in the freezer. She downed a can in
three quick gulps. Between each gulp she took a swig of JD. Now she became alive
and forgot all about the day at the office.

Amy went into her studio to get set up. You see she had her own web-site on the
net and had a very interesting and sometimes lucrative business. She advertised
that she would fulfill any, ANY, sexual fantasy that anyone wanted to see via
web/cam. You told her in her private chat room or by E-mail what you wanted, you
discussed it, came to an agreement on price and gave her a credit card that she
would verify at once.

The only other thing you need to know was that there were cameras in every room
of the house and also outside that allowed Amy to be anywhere it was necessary.
She sat down at the keyboard and opened up her system. Lightening quick and
responsive it was the best money could offer as she did not like hassles when
she was “working.”

She opened up her mail and saw that she had over 100 messages. Good that would
keep her busy for a while as she always answered each and every one.

She put them aside into folders according to what they wanted. Masturbation
shots, bust cupping shots, open leg poses, insertions, outdoor stuff, bdsm, and
her favorites, animal sex and watersports.

Today everyone wanted her to make herself come. She figured she could have about
25 of them on at one time and would give them their money’s worth, but not now.
She wanted something else. Unsure of exactly what she wanted, she continued to
drink her boilermakers and sort out the messages when she came across one that
made her shiver.

“Dear Amy,

I came across your site and just had to see if you were for real. After all
anything is really a broad statement. My tastes are pretty far out and I am
thinking that I will be turned down as you are turned off. Let me say that I
would pay well for what I want but you will earn your money. I will tell you
more if you answer me as I want to see how real you are.

Yours, Alex”

Amy read the message twice and decided to bite. After all, this message was not
as revolting as some of them were. You know the ones that say “lemme see yer
cunt, whore and “show me yer tits baby” She answered them with a vague response
and charged them enough to make their crudeness expensive.

“Dear Alex,

I am real. You let me decide if I’m turned off or not. Bet you I won’t be.
Answer me now, please, or I will put you at the bottom of the pile.

Amy.”

Amy opened her fourth can of beer and drank it down. She could really drink and
it took a lot to get her wasted..

FLASH! YOU HAVE MAIL

“Dear Amy,

Are you sure you won’t mind. My thing involves Golden and Brown. Wanna go
further. Alex”

Now Amy’s interest was really peaked. This was a favorite fetish of hers but she
wondered whether she should play it careful to see what transpired.

“Dear Alex,

Come on Alex, I’m not stupid you know. Piss and Shit are your things. So tell me
exactly what you want and how far you want me to go and I’ll see if I can give
you an honest answer.

Curiously Amy.”

“Dear Amy,

God I hope you not trying to bullshit me. I am really excited that you may
consider my fantasy. Please. I don’t want to shock you or make you sick can I
really tell you what I want?”

Nervously, Alex

“Alex,

Please get to the point, I WANT to know what you want right fucking now.” Amy”

“Dear Amy,

Hear goes then. I want to see you in your kitchen, on a chair, legs open, tits
hanging, smoking a cigarette (hanging from your mouth), with your hair messy,
like you just got up.

I want you to take three or four large glasses and piss in them until they are
filled to the top. Then I want you to fill a clear glass bowl with a large load
of shit.

Set them down before you and while alternating smoking, drink your piss and eat
you shit for breakfast. Act bored like it’s a daily occurrence. While you do
this make sure you fondle your breasts, finger yourself and put some of the poo
and pee in your hair and on your face and body.

Make sure I can see you chew and swallow.

There Amy, I’ve said it, now I suppose you’ll delete this and that will be that.

Hopefully, Alex”

Amy almost came when she read this message. She had done this quite a few times
but never on camera. The thought thrilled her into almost coming. She decided to
negotiate a price before letting on that she was thrilled to do this for her
customer.

“Dear Alex,

You weren’t kidding were you. If I were to agree to do this it would take me a
full day to get ready. I would have to avoid my other customers and that would
cost me money. Besides, how much could I charge you? I’m probably not even sure
that I can do what you want.

Thinking, Amy”

“Dear Amy,

Would 500 dollars do?

Alex (fingers crossed)”

Amy could not believe the offer and decided to play fair and not play with Alex
any longer

“Dear Alex,

$500 is a very generous offer. Too Generous! I’ll do it because it happens to be
one of my favorite fetishes. Give me $100 dollars and we’ll make a date as I
prepare. I promise you won’t be disappointed.

Love, Amy

PS are you a man or a woman, not that it matters I just would like to know”

“Dear Amy,

WOW you are great. Really money is no object and I think it would be worth every
dime, besides I want to pay you for missing out your other customers. When can
we do it and how do I log on? here is the charge # 3487634876345 exp. date
9/10/01.

Love Alex

ans. to Ps; Guess”

“Dear Alex,

OK the charge went through for $200 that’s really all I need.