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Subject: {ASSM} The Story: M/F Oral-Breast - Part 1/?
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Disclaimer: This story is intended for those over the age of 18.
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This is my first story, and my first post. It is a work in progress.
Feel free to let me know what you think. Thanks!
~ Erin
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The Story - Part One
The hour is late and she has to go home. Although she does not want to
leave, she must. Although 28 years of age, she still goes home before
the hour gets too late.
He is sitting at his laptop, studying for his MBA. He is fully intent
on his work, yet always aware of girl who is lying in his bed. She is
drifting in and out of sleep. He knows that, if she were not worried
about leaving, she would sleep through the night. A rare occasion for
her.
She sits up and immediately he is at her side. He cradles her in his
arms and lays her back down on the bed. 'Sleep,' he says. She
acquiesces, falling against the pillow. 'Just ten more minutes,' she
thinks...and drifts off once again dreaming of the beautiful man who is
at her side. She feels him rise off the bed and can hear him return to
his keyboard. She takes a moment to think of how proud she is of his
studies...and of how aroused she becomes when she thinks of his
intelligence. She never realized how strong an aphrodisiac
intelligence could be. This is her last thought before falling asleep.
Her dream begins in an unknown mansion. She is in a dark room...the only
light coming from the many candles in the silver candelabras. Her long
blonde hair is pin-straight, falling far below her shoulders. Her eye
make-up is heavy and dark, almost masking her eyes. She is wearing a
black leather bustier with very little fabric. The leather circles her
neck in a collar and wraps around her shoulders. Her breasts are not
covered, and are pushed up by the tight leather. Her long legs are
enclosed in thigh-high leather boots, with 4-inch heels, making her
approximately 6' 4" tall. She is lounging on a deeply cushioned
couch. She is relaxed...and waiting...
Moments later he is brought in by two guards. His beauty is always
overwhelming to her, though she would never let him know it. He is
completely naked, except for tight leather briefs. And the silk
scarves wrapped tightly around his eyes and tightly around his wrists,
holding them captive behind his back. She stands as he is brought
before her. With her boots on, he barely reaches the height of her
breasts. She does not want him standing, however. The guards press
down on him until he is on his knees. She commands him to stay. He
briefly considers fighting, but then realizes the fruitlessness of that
effort. He bows his head in submission. She nods at the guards and
they leave.
She moves closer to him and he can smell her fragrance assault his
senses. His briefs begin to tighten against him. She reaches out and
strokes his hair. She loves the feel of him and knows what pleasure he
can bring. She begins to moisten at the thought. She asks him if he
can be trusted with the gift of sight. He says, 'yes.' 'Yes, what?',
she commands. 'Yes, Mistress,' he corrects. She removes his blindfold
and he blinks several times to acclimate himself to the small amount of
light in the room. He looks up at her...sees her outfit...her uncovered
breasts...her boots. He becomes fully hard immediately and his briefs
are unbearably tight now. He knows better than to ask to remove them,
though.
She would love to play with him for a while, but seeing him always has
an immediate effect on her...and she is already wet with anticipation.
She sits on the couch and instructs him to come closer. She places
herself on the edge of the couch and leans toward him. 'Suck my tits,
love. If you do a good job, you might get rewarded. But that will be
solely at my discretion.' He leans into her, frustrated that he cannot
touch her. He strains against the scarf holding his hands behind his
back, but it only serves to tighten the knot. He begins to lick
teasingly around her right nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth
along the bumps that surround it, but avoiding the peak. She jerks
back from him and grabs him a little roughly by the hair. 'It is NOT
your place to tease me. Try that again and I will let the guards have
their way with you.' He cringes for a moment at the thought before
leaning into her again. This time, he takes her right nipple in his
mouth and sucks hard on it. She moans loudly and leans back against
the cushion. She is fully wet now. He flicks his tongue back and
forth over it...feeling it's smooth hardness. It is so erect that is
feels like a small stone in his mouth. She spreads her legs apart so
that he can position himself even closer to her tits. As he presses
against her, he can feel the wetness of her pussy through her leather
against his stomach. He groans loudly and moves his mouth to her other
breast, sucking her nipple roughly into his mouth. His cock is
straining so hard against his briefs that he is feeling a painful
discomfort. He is even wetter than she is and he is dying for
release.
She is dying for release, as well, yet she has the ability to achieve
it. His tongue drives her to a mad frenzy...each flick against her
nipple sends a spark directly to her pussy. She clenches her thighs
tightly against his sides and thrusts her hips into him, dry-fucking
him until she moans loudly with the first of what will be many orgasms
of the evening. He continues to suck her taut nipple, moaning with her
until her breathing becomes less impassioned and she sighs with the
last of her release. He can feel the wetness between her legs drip
against him now. And the wetness from his cock has soaked his briefs
throughout. He thinks that if he is not able to remove the briefs
soon, his erection will cause him pain enough to pass out. He is
hopeful, however, that the orgasm he gave her will be enough to earn
him freedom from his confinement....
End Of Part One
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Again, please let me know what you think...and if it is worth it to
create Part 2... ~Erin
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