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Subject: {ASSM} Character Assassination (MF, humor)
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This work of fiction is for the entertainment of adults in locations
where it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, don't read it!
This work is copyrighted. Reposting or any other use is strictly
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Copyright 2000 by Jack of all Trades
Character Assassination
Connie Johnson cleared her throat and knocked on her boss's door.
"Mr. Mathers?"
Mark Mathers was immersed in the pile of paper in front of him. He
jotted something down on the paper and looked up. "Hi Connie, what
can I do for you?" he asked with a smile.
"Sir, I have all my work done, and I was wondering, would it be
possible for me to leave early this evening?"
Mark glanced at the clock on his desk as it flashed the date and time.
"2-14, 3:06PM" it flashed back and forth. "Sure Connie, go ahead and
take off."
"Thank you so much Mr. Mathers!" Connie exclaimed excitedly. She
turned and left the doorway.
"She sure does get excited by a little time off," Mark thought, a
smile on his face. Mark rubbed his eyes. They were dry and itchy
from staring at budget reports all day. He waded back into the
reports but something kept nagging at his work addled brain. He
struggled through three more pages, then dropped his pencil to the
desk and leaned back in his executive chair unable to maintain his
concentration any longer. His glanced at the picture of his wife on
the end of his desk. Mark smiled. Amanda would be getting home soon
he knew. He could picture her in the kitchen, starting dinner while
she sorted and read the mail. Her hair would be slightly mussed from
running her fingers through it. A nervous habit he found endearing.
"God I love her!" he thought. The flashing of his clock distracted
his eyes. "4:25PM, 2-14" "Hell I can't concentrate any longer, I'll
knock off early too. He stood up. "Oh shit," he groaned, "2-14 it's
fucking Valentine's Day." Panic shot through him. "I don't even have
a card. Oh man, Mandy's going to kill me."
-----
Connie pulled into a parking spot close to the entrance to the mall.
She got out, locked her car and strolled into the mall. Unlike most
of her trips here, this time she had a specific destination in mind.
She turned into Victoria's Secret and headed toward the back where she
had seen the babydoll nightie last week. She picked it out of the
rack and held it in front of her looking in a convenient near-by
mirror. The green matched her eyes and was the perfect contrast for
her striking red hair. She smiled. "Rick is going to love this," she
thought. She could feel the first delicious tingles of arousal as she
pictured Rick's strong hands unwrapping his Valentine's present. She
giggled softly. "And the best part," she thought, "was that even
though it was his present, I get to enjoy it too."
Connie walked up to the cashier and paid for her purchase. A slight
dreamy smile teased at the corner of her mouth. The clerk knew it
well, having seen many such smiles on women buying similar items this
week. "Enjoy it," the clerk said as she handed Connie the bag.
Connie smiled. "Oh he will," she trilled as she turned and walked out
of the store, her hips swaying naughtily.
The clerk shook her head ruefully. "That outfit on that body, I bet
he will," she thought. "I know I would!"
Connie hurried to her car and rushed home. She opened a bottle of
wine to let it breath. Connie went into the bedroom, dropped her bag
from Victoria's Secret on the bed and stripped off her business suit.
She hung it up neatly in the walk-in closet. She reached behind her
back and released the catch for her bra, sliding it off her arms. Her
nipples tingled slightly as they reacted to the change of temperature.
Connie cupped her breasts and squeezed slightly emitting a small soft
sigh. "Good God," she thought, "if I'm this turned on now by the time
Rick gets home I'm going to rape him." She hooked her thumbs in the
waistband of her powder blue panties sliding them down over the curve
of her hips and left them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them
and bent down to pick up her panties and bra. She tossed them into
the hamper at the back of the closet.
Connie went to the bathroom and started the shower. She adjusted the
temperature and the spray until she was satisfied then stepped into
the shower. She grabbed the bar of soap and washed herself. Her
hands lingered over her breasts. Her nipples were fully erect and
each caress caused sensations that left her weak in her knees. "Oh
Rick, get home soon," she thought and forced herself to stop playing
with her nipples. She quickly washed her legs trying to calm herself
down. When she reached her pussy the slightest touch would leave her
breathless and trembling on the edge of orgasm. She clenched her
teeth. "If he isn't fucking me five minutes after he walks through
the door I'm going to kill him," she thought. She gave up on washing
herself thoroughly and quickly rinsed off. She turned off the shower
and stepped out of the stall. Grabbing a towel she started drying
herself. She was careful to avoid further stimulation and managed to
get dry without increasing her horniness.
Connie sat on the bed and pulled her nightie out of the bag. She
opened the drawer of her nightstand and took out a pair of scissors.
She cut the tags off the outfit and dropped them into the trashcan
beside the nightstand. She slipped the nightie on. The fabric felt
so sexy and sinful. She walked over to the mirror and arranged the
nightie so that it just barely covered her charms. She smiled.
"Perfect," she thought. She heard the garage door going up and rushed
from the bedroom to the kitchen. Grabbing two wineglasses out of the
cabinet she poured each half full with the wine she had opened
earlier. She picked up the glasses and walked over to the door to the
garage to wait for Rick. Each step caused her breasts to bounce
slightly and the whisper of the silky fabric against her nipples
inflamed her passions anew.
The doorknob twisted and Rick burst into the room stopping suddenly as
if he had run into an invisible wall. His mouth hung open as he
stared at the vision that was his wife standing in front of him.
Connie smiled seductively. "Happy Valentines Day honey," she said in
a low passionate purr.
Rick blinked his eyes. "Ha.happy Valentines Day to you too," he
stammered while holding out a long rectangular package to her that
obviously contained roses. "God you look good in that."
Connie giggled. "I'm glad you like it, it's your present." She
handed him a glass of wine. "To our love," she toasted clinking her
glass against his. "To our love," Rick whispered back and took a sip
of his wine. Connie took a big gulp then set her glass on the counter
along with the roses. She pressed herself tightly against Rick and
kissed him passionately. She broke the kiss, gasped for air and
tugged at Rick's hand.
"Come on," she said dragging him through the kitchen. Rick followed
dazedly behind her enjoying the sway of her hips as she led him to the
bedroom. She dropped his hand and stood in front of him. "Hurry,"
she pleaded.
"Hurry what?"
"Unwrap your present and fuck me, I'm so goddamned horny I can't see
straight."
Rick smiled mischievously. "But honey I'm all sweaty from work, I
need to take a shower."
"Please Rick," Connie whined.
Rick chuckled, he couldn't remember ever seeing Connie this wound up.
"Okay, okay, but let me see my present one more time." He made a
circular motion with his finger. Connie did a quick pirouette. Rick
stepped to Connie and pulled her tight against him. His lips mashed
against hers as Connie moaned her approval into his mouth. He held
her there against him, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, feeling the
soft warmth of her body through his clothes. He tugged upward and
Connie broke the kiss, raising her arms above her head to allow the
nightie to slip unimpeded up her body. Rick took his time, slowly
sliding the nightie up her body, drinking in each glorious inch of her
body as it came into view. When he exposed her nipple he sucked it
into his mouth. Connie's knees buckled and Rick swooped her up in his
arms and laid her softly on the bed.
Rick quickly tore off his shirt while he kicked off his shoes. He
hurriedly unbuckled his belt and jeans, shucking them and his
underwear over his hips and to the floor in one quick motion. Connie
lay there on the bed, her legs spread wantonly, licking her lips as
she watched him undress. Rick climbed onto the bed between her legs.
"Fuck me!" Connie begged. Rick fisted his cock and guided it to the
lips of her pussy; he paused for a half second as Connie moaned at the
touch, then.
-----
"No too fast, too fast," I thought. He needs to slow down, tease her.
It's Valentines Day, he wants to cherish her, make slow passionate
love not wham, bam, thank you, mam. I closed my eyes, trying to
envision the scene in my head.
"Oh good Christ, would you knock that shit off!" a female voice
shouted.
My eyes flew open, I looked around my office but no one was there. I
got up and opened the door, peering into the hall, no one there
either. Everyone was asleep; I could hear the soft gentle snores of
my wife. Our dog was lying on the landing and he peered up at me with
a questioning look on his face. "Must be hearing things," I thought
and closed the door and sat back down on my chair. "Just a figment of
my imagination."
"Your right about that," the voice said.
"Oh God, psych ward here I come," I thought.
"You're fine," the voice laughed. "Close your eyes."
"What?" I thought.
"Close your eyes. Trust me."
What did I have to lose? I closed my eyes and was immediately
rewarded with a vision of Connie as I had left her; her legs spread
invitingly, her pussy swollen with desire, wet and ready to be fucked.
"Great, loony and horny, what a combination," I thought.
Connie smiled at me. "Good, if you're horny finish the fucking
story."
"Naw, I have to rewrite it, it's too fast for what I'm trying to
convey."
"Spare me," she said. "Of all the fucking writers on ASS you're the
one that has to dream me up. What's wrong with a couple just ripping
their clothes off and going at it?"
"Nothing when I'm in the mood to write it. But this is a Valentine's
story. I was going for slow, sensual that sort of thing."
"Yeah well I wasn't and I'm the character," she said huffily.
"I'm the writer and I control you," I laughed.
"Not as much as you think," she spat anger flaring in her green eyes.
"That's another thing, what is it with you and green eyes?"
"I like them."
"Tough shit, I like getting fucked, and it ain't happening. Give me
blue eyes."
"Wouldn't match the babydoll then."
"So change it."
I felt my hand reaching for my mouse. "Hey," I thought and opened my
eyes.
"Shit, almost worked," Connie's voice said in my head.
I closed my eyes and Connie was back, smiling naughtily. "Can't blame
a girl for trying, can you?"
"I guess not." I studied her. "You really are quite beautiful."
"So tell the world about me, describe me in detail."
"Why?"
"So it will make some guy hot for me. Hell somebody ought to get off
in this story."
I felt for the keyboard and typed. "Rick plunged his cock inside her.
"Yes," Connie screamed, her back arched tightly. When he hit bottom
he disappeared in a puff of smoke, consumed by their passion."
"Bastard," she hissed.
"Did you get off? Cause Rick sure did." Even she had to laugh at
that.
"OK, you made your point. Look all I want is for you to continue the
story the way that it had been going. Let us fuck like bunnies. Let
his prick pulse passionately, pound perniciously. Hey alliteration!
Put that in there and it'll look like you know what the fuck you're
doing, and maybe finally I'll get to cum."
I laughed. "I put that in there and they'll drum me out of the corps.
You saw what happened to my spotlight on "Breakup". That's the last
time I'll ever use viol in a story code. I'd never live down that
line."
"Suit yourself. Please. Bring Rick back and let us fuck with
abandon. I promise, as wound up as I am I'll be ready to go right
away. As soon as I get him hard again you can do it as slow and as
long as you want."
"It's my story!"
"It's my fuck!"
She had a point. Two of them actually sitting way up firm and high.
(My apologies to Bob Seger)
"Now you're doing music! Christ I should have got myself off while I
had the chance."
"I wouldn't let you."
She stuck her tongue out at me. It was a very attractive tongue, soft
and pink.
"Let Rick cum and I'll put it to good use," she said. "Wouldn't that
be hot, me licking our cum off his cock."
It would but I wouldn't admit it to her.
"Please, please let me get off."
Man she was so hot lying there, begging for her release. I was
tempted.
"I promise you when I cum it'll be so hard and long it'll make people'
s modems melt."
Yeah right, I have to write it and I don't write that well.
"Alright, alright, you're the writer. You want a long slow buildup
you've got it. Since noon I had been thinking of nothing else but
coming home and ripping Rick's clothes off when he came through the
door and fucking his brains out. My panties were soaked all day."
"No they weren't," I interrupted.
"Were too, I ought to know."
"I didn't write it."
"Your loss. Anyway, then I went to the mall and bought my babydoll
and that made me hotter, then the clerk was giving me the eye and that
raised it another notch. I come home, take a shower all the while
making myself hotter and hotter. How much more buildup do you want?"
"I want him to caress you, tease open the lips of your pussy, lick you
softly, hearing your sighs."
"Yeah, yeah. Meanwhile I'm lying there, my cunt flowing like Niagara
Falls and all I want is his prick buried deep inside me. Look there's
a time for slow sensual fucking, this isn't it."
I was getting tired of this. After all I write the story. I grabbed
the keyboard.
-----
plunged deep inside her. "Yes," Connie screamed, her hips bucking
under him. Her back was arched tightly as she convulsed around his
cock. Rick withdrew and rammed home again, sending Connie over the
edge a second time. He pounded into her, ground against her as she
orgasmed continuously. She grabbed her nipples and twisted, the pain
overridden by the pleasure. Her breath was a short ragged pant that
couldn't keep up with the oxygen her brain desperately needed to stay
conscious. Rick drove into her deeply. She could feel his cock
throbbing inside her as he shot spurt after spurt of his cum into her
womb. "Oh fuck," she moaned as she convulsed tightly around him and
passed out.
-----
I waited for her to come to. "Satisfied?" I asked.
"Very," she purred. "Now that's how to fuck. Post it."
"I don't think so, I don't like it."
"Why the fuck not, it was hot."
"It wasn't what I wanted, I'll try again tomorrow." I moved the mouse
pointer over the x and clicked. A message box came up and asked if I
wanted to save my work.
"You wouldn't."
"Yeah I would." I moved the cursor over 'no'.
"Noooo!" she screamed.
I clicked. After all she told me what she wanted and she was the
character.
--
Jack of all Trades
E-mail: tradesjackofall@hotmail.com
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