POLL: Pick your favorite 3D FS babe and storyline

[Tguyus]

Stories and associated pics posted below in separate messages due to length of stories and to ensure pics match stories....

[hope that's okay with the MODs, considering the "don't post more than two messages in a row" rule... apologies if I've committed a foul...]

My plan is to post a few more pics and perhaps an animation for the winning 3D babe storyline.

Oh, and all pic and story copyrights are reserved by ExPoseur Animations, for whatever that is worth.

Enjoy amigos! TG

[Tguyus]

STORY 1: TINA

Tina was finally exactly where she wanted to be, doing exactly what she wanted to be doing. More importantly, she was shortly going to do something she had always fantasized about doing.

As a registered nurse and sports physiologist, as well as an accomplished yoga teacher, Tina was uniquely qualified to hold what had long been her dream job: physical trainer to the elite candidates at the new extended space flight agency. In addition to routine strength, agility, and aerobic training, Tina also oversaw candidate training in several physical development areas unique to the challenges posed by spending long months in space, including preparing the body to survive the new Induced Neurological Hemato-Encephalic Restorative Activity Suppression State, a major pharmaco-medical breakthrough allowing physicians to induce a coma-like state which was actually regenerative rather than degenerative. Of course, the candidates made much of the fact that the acronym, never used officially, was INHERASS.

She had always taken her responsibilities seriously, and had cheerfully brushed off all the good-natured teasing --and occasionally less good-natured suggestive remarks-- from the candidates about what other types of physical training she might give them. She knew they found it hard to resist such banter given both the nature of the training regimen, especially the long periods of isolation training-- and her rather remarkable physique, which she knew was fairly awe-inspiring to many men.

“Nurse T, how do you avoid getting lower back pains given your, um, particular physical proportioning?” giggled one first-year candidate during a group discussion of physical fitness training principles.

“You mean, how do I manage to carry these around?” Tina responded coolly as she thrust her 42HH bust forward, causing the entire group of single men to show substantial amounts of white in their now-bugged out eyes.

“Uh, y-y-y-es” responded the impertinent rookie.

“Yoga” was all she said before exhaling and relaxing her arched back. Thereafter, she noticed a significant decline in the candidates’ derisive comments about the yoga exercises she had been trying to get them to try.

But here she was today, looking down at the prone form of the one candidate in the four years she had been at the training center for whom she had felt a strong physical attraction. Now in the last year of his training, Captain Nugent had always been the consummate professional, treating her with respect and following her training regimen with cheerful enthusiasm and noteworthy discipline.

She had wondered whether he was as attracted to her as she was to him, but it wasn’t until an unusual episode happened two weeks ago that he had given her any clue, however inadvertent, that he was affected by her. He had been lying propped up on a gurney covered by nothing except a sheet undergoing a routine EKG when she had reached across him to turn on a piece of test equipment. The handrail on the gurney had been improperly locked and gave way, causing her to pitch forward slightly before she caught herself. In that brief instant, her breasts had brushed against his face and, despite his maintaining a casual demeanor and revealing nothing in his expression when she started apologizing, the sheet covering him started distorting upward in an unmistakable, uncontrollable physical response. He gave a kind of “well, what can ya do?” kind of shrug, but then and there she knew exactly what she could do. And now she could do it.

He was in a clean isolation room which had been warmed to 79 degrees so he could lie comfortably without any blanket or other covering. This was his third time going through the induced regenerative state protocol, and the only sign of physical activity was his rather obvious state of arousal. She smiled, thinking perhaps he was dreaming of that little episode from two weeks ago with the faulty handrail, and the thought sent a thrill up her own spine. There would be plenty of time once he graduated from the training and she was free to date him that they would explore each other. She guessed from their accidental encounter that he might like to spend some time under her, with his face smothered by her breasts, and she knew she would definitely be up for that too. She felt another little tingling as she imagined the scene: her body wrapped around him like a python while she clasped his head between her hands and bounced and pressed her breasts back and forth across his face. She would giggle and grip him tighter when he began to struggle for air, as she knew he would given that either of her two huge breasts could envelope his entire face.

“All part of your continuing education, Captain. You need to learn to make do with less oxygen,” she would say as she brought one then the other breast down over his face before pulling his face straight into the endless, airless abyss of her cleavage.

But for now, she wanted his face somewhere else. She was glad she had decided to wear her shortest nurse’s uniform that day, as well as the tight little lacy thong she had just bought at her favorite lingerie shop. They would both work perfectly for what she had in mind, as would the fact that the gurney had already been lowered to roughly the height of a low bench. But first, she pulled out her stethoscope so she could check his heart rate. It would be an interesting little experiment to see how long she could stay on his face before his heart rate changed. It would also be interesting to see whether his heart rate went up or down. Her medical training led her to think it would go down as he went deeper and deeper into a hypoxic state. But then she also thought that if his subconscious mind was as active as it appeared to be, and was as inclined to arousal as her own conscious mind was at this moment, she might send his heart racing.

[to be continued?]

[Tguyus]

STORY 2: SHAY

"You're a lucky girl" Shay thought to herself as she reached for the door to the steam room. "And today it looks like you really hit the jackpot."

The steam room was part of a very private health club, catering to members of the city's most rich and powerful. She was not a member, of course. Rather, she was posing today as one of the many gorgeous women brought in to keep those rich and powerful men feeling like their sky-high member fees were worth it. With her beautiful face, six foot two height, and a very slim but athletic figure, she would have qualified for the supermodel circuit. There was only one big problem with that, however. Two actually, and they were currently squashed and straining against the towel wrapped tightly around her. The fashion industry had no problem with the incredibly tall and lissome beauties who strutted down the runway and made every normal woman feel short and fat by comparison; but there was no way they would go so far as to add a model sporting breasts as impossibly large as hers. That would cause outright rebellion of the fashion industry's customers who would know they REALLY could never look "like that" no matter how much they spent on clothes. No matter. She knew her stunning figure got her close to places and people she would otherwise have had trouble getting access.

Today was no exception. She had easily strolled into the club like she owned the place, and a generous tip to the concierge had added an additional fillip to her request that he have the steam room staff keep other members and staff away for the next hour or so while she "visited" with Mr. Reese. A knowing smile and slight nod from the concierge sealed the deal... and Mr. Reese's fate.

As her hand gripped the steam room door, she peered in through the glass and steam at the prone form of said Mr. Reese. He was lying on his back on the lower bench of the steam room, a towel draped across his relaxed torso. Her first objective was to gauge the state of his facial hair. For what she had in mind, it was important that he not only be devoid of beard or mustache, but that he be recently and very closely shaved. She just hated a scratching face, especially where she planned to put Mr. Reese’s. Despite the fairly heavy mist, she was able to see that he was indeed recently shaved. Perfect. No need, then, for the shaving kit she always brought with her on an assignment like this. She tossed it on the floor near the steam room door, to be retrieved later.

Some of her colleagues at the agency thought it was a quaint habit, shaving her victims before she did the job on them. But several of them were curious enough to ask if it made things that much better, and how she managed to get them to hold still for it.

“To your first question, the answer is definitely: yes,” she would say. “As for your second question, sometimes I might be doing the job in a spa or another place where it is natural for a man to be shaved by someone else. Other times, though, they aren’t in a position to do anything about it anyway.” And with that she would wink, smile conspiratorially and walk off.

Those latter scenarios weren’t difficult at all. Any man she was going to snuff wasn’t going to be a willing participant anyway, so she usually incapacitated them early on in their encounter. That didn’t mean the encounters themselves were necessarily quick. If she thought a particular guy was… “interesting”… she might draw things out for a very, very long time. As much time as the situation would allow, or until she was thoroughly spent doing him.

Whether or not the guy was “interesting”, as well as her own mood that day, usually dictated which of several incapacitation methods she would choose. If she was in a hurry, or not attracted to a guy, she would usually just break his neck and do him quickly. Today, though, would not be one of those days. She figured she might use every minute of the hour or so she felt she had. With a shiver of wanton anticipation, she swept her hand along her right hip, checking for the syringe she had pinned and taped to the inside of her towel. It was there alright, a full dose of pancuronium bromide, which paralyzes the muscles but leaves all brain and nerve functions intact. Mr. Reese would soon be fully conscious, but unable to move or speak. He would feel and see and experience everything she did to him, but would literally be unable to lift a finger to stop her. For the right kind of guy, this was definitely her favorite method because, while Mr. Reese’s muscles would utterly refuse to do his bidding, the involuntary quivering and shaking of his body as she sat on his face and smothered him would, she knew, greatly heighten the countless waves of orgasmic pleasure she always experienced doing a man with her body.

But first, she wanted him hot and she wanted him hard. The quivering and shaking of his body under her would be great, of course, but the sensations would be even more acute if they were accentuated by the steam room heat radiating off his face and up into her own writhing body. She too wanted to break a sweat before starting on him, knowing as she did how much more pleasurable it would be with sweat and heat and lust making her hips slide around on his face as though they were both covered with hot massage oil.

With a last little thrill coursing up her spine, she kicked off her heels at the door, and pulled it open, walking in with a smile which others might say was “enigmatic” but which she knew reflected her pleasurable thought that this really wasn’t “work” at all.

[to be continued?]

[Tguyus]

STORY 3: NIKKI AND JACKIE

Nikki was so excited, it was all she could do to keep herself from visibly shaking.

“Calm down, girl,” she admonished herself silently, “So what if you’re finally getting a shot at the big time. You’ve worked hard for this and you deserve it. Just try to relax and enjoy it.”

But there would be no relaxing this day, and deep down she knew it. Another little quiver of anticipation and excitement coursed through her slender but powerful, 6 foot plus frame. Jackie, the raven-haired, veteran superstar she had idolized ever since her first day at the agency was smiling at her and looking deeply into her eyes, looking as though she was trying to read the flurry of emotions which must have been evident on Nikki’s face.

“Don’t be nervous, girlfriend. You and I… we’re going to have some fun,” whispered Jackie in the most soothing, mellifluous, and erotic voice Nikki had ever heard. At that point, Nikki realized that the legendary Jackie had already read her like a book and knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling.

As those delicious words slithered out of Jackie’s perfectly formed lips, she gently pulled Nikki more deeply into her embrace. They stood there together, arms around each other, hips pressed together, backs arched. This latter aspect of their configuration was an unavoidable consequence of their both being so, well, “top-heavy” as Nikki had heard many men call her, that the collision of their bosoms made a straight-on kiss virtually impossible. But there would be other configurations of their bodies, before the day and the job were done, which would allow Nikki to taste those succulent lips she had dreamed about for so very long.

“The Job”, as Nikki liked to think of the man who was the instant reason for this encounter, was beneath the two of them now, moaning quietly and incoherently as he re-emerged slowly to consciousness from the beating she had given him. She smiled to herself, thinking how very easy it had been. He had of course followed her willingly to one of the agency’s many “snuff studios”, this one a small, sound-proofed subterranean space accessible only through an inconspicuous door on a side street of the downtown business district. It was a perfect location for ensnaring those “jobs” who worked in the area.

He had stupidly assumed she was truly interested in all his ramblings about derivatives and long bonds and option prices, and how he was “making a killing” in the futures market these days. She had lured him to share a table with her in the crowded café by pretending to ask someone over her cell phone a financial markets question while they waited in line. Like most men, he thought he could establish his desirability with this gorgeous woman by boldly touting his business acumen, like it was an irresistible stamp of virility and manly virtue. So he had quickly offered his advice (“free of charge”) and asked her if they might share a table so he could give her more details. Well, she thought, we’ll just see who’s going to “make a killing” today.

On the pretence of showing him her “private trading floor” he had followed her to the studio, walking in ahead of her onto the small landing at the top of the stairs leading downward. As soon as the massive, soundproof door was shut behind them, he turned back toward her just in time to see her fist smash into his face like a runaway freight train. The power behind it was shocking, and he must’ve realized at that instant that he was not dealing with an ordinary woman. He rocketed backward and tumbled down the stairs, and lay there dazed while she slowly sashayed down the steps toward him, confident that she would be in control of him from that point onward. With one high-heeled foot, she easily flipped him onto his back, then sat down on his chest looking down at him. Her knees pinned his arms as she slowly pulled his head up and squeezed it between her jeans-clad thighs. He almost couldn’t see her face at all, obscured as it was by her massive breasts, two huge orbs which quivered and swayed to one side as she reared back and landed another stunning blow.

It was almost surreal. All he could really see were two gigantic breasts swaying and bouncing above his face while she beat him relentlessly, first a right, then a left, then a right. She worked him over for what seemed an eternity, each blow pushing him deeper and deeper into mindlessness. And then it stopped and he fell into the inky black of unconsciousness.

Nikki remembered how much the beating had aroused her, and how easy it was to lift his limp form and secure him into one of the studio’s rather unique pieces of “furniture.” This particular piece of custom furnituremaking was known around the agency as “The Breaker” because once a man was clamped into it, the various gears and wheels and drums made it possible to break a man literally to pieces. But it was also designed to allow the women from the agency to assume positions which let them get significant erotic pleasure as the victim was “broken.” And in a rather charmingly perverse design bonus, the men could be positioned in such a way that their own sexual pleasure, if any was to be had, could be enhanced, especially by having their hips thrust upward as they were stretched across the main “breaker drum.”

But Nikki’s favorite feature of this particular piece of equipment was the “head breaker”, a removable vise which could attached to the bench on which the man’s head could rest. She wasn’t sure exactly why, but she absolutely loved the feeling she got when she put on a pair off super-tight jeans, sat on the face of one of her “jobs”, and then crushed his head by slowly, very slowly turning the head breaker’s handle. She thought maybe it was the motion of her hips and her “womanhood” wriggling on his face while she worked the handle. Or maybe it was the man’s mouth and face writhing up and down against her while she crushed him. Whatever it was, she never failed to cum on his collapsing head, often repeatedly. She would then always do her little signature move after it was over, which involved loosening the vise, rising up, and then dropping down onto the job’s face as hard as she could, sometimes repeatedly, just to see if she could crush his head completely. It was this little erotic ritual, it turns out, which had gotten the attention of the legendary Jackie.

“I’m going to want to see this famous finale move of yours today, Nikki” cooed Jackie. “To be honest, I think you just might be my heir apparent at the agency, and today I’m going to see whether that might be true. If you can make all three of us climax today while you do this guy, I’m going to propose that we work together again. The agency has some special assignments coming up which require two women. Two women who have, well, let’s just say ‘particular strengths and predilections.’ So I’m going to follow your lead today, working mostly on keeping the job physically aroused. It will be up to you to make this as erotic as possible for all three of us. So let’s get started.”

Nikki couldn’t wait to begin, and craned her neck forward in a nervous but nevertheless successful attempt at bringing her lips to Jackie’s despite the four enormous obstacles.

[to be continued?]

[Tguyus]

STORY 4: BERTHA

As the coin disappeared down the wishing well, he was instantly transported to a scene of almost inconceivable horror.

“Oh no,” his mind screamed, “what have I done?! Can I take back my wish?!?!?!”

[to be continued?]

[fsman17]

I would love for you to continue the Shay story.

[DU007]

Mod comment

Tguyus...

Absolutely NO problem with your concept....Its great...!!


...and the 'consecutive post' rule has been abandoned...so, no prob there, either...:)


Good luck with your poll...:)


PS...Whilst, I have no objection to this being in the main FS pics & clips Forum, I've taken the liberty of copying this thread into the Facesitting Story Forum, as well....Its appropriate - and the dedicated story-lovers that visit there will appreciate it...

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[slave_ben]

nikki and jackie... purely for the fact there's 2 of them! great artwork btw!!

[settee]

Gotta continue the Bertha story . . . I'd love to see how you play that out!

[underyou123]

crossing my fingers for Bertha.

[prn.surfer]

What can I say? Every story is incredibly well-written, and I would love to read more about ALL of the stories above

[Tguyus]

nikki and jackie... purely for the fact there's 2 of them! great artwork btw!!

Thanks! hmmm... maybe I should have Akina join Tina, and Veronica join Shay!

thanks for posting

[Tguyus]

Gotta continue the Bertha story . . . I'd love to see how you play that out!

crossing my fingers for Bertha.

Well, she seems to have actually taken the lead over in this forum. Will wonders never cease... cheers

[Tguyus]

What can I say? Every story is incredibly well-written, and I would love to read more about ALL of the stories above

Thank you! I had a decent idea regarding where I would take each story... except for the Bertha one! But then again, there aren't too many choices on how that one would end. cheers... Tguyus