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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Butter, 1 of 3  (M/F oral anal) 
Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2000 16:10:09 -0400
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Butter, by Victoria Vixen
Part 1
Copyright 2000
STANDARD DISCLAIMER: DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF DOING SO WOULD VIOLATE ANY
LAWS IN YOUR LOCAL JURISDICTION. THIS STORY IS COPYRIGHTED AND MAY NOT BE
SOLD OR PUBLISHED ON COMMERCIAL WEB SITES.

Dear Newsgroup Readers,

I first posted this story a few years ago and received very kind feedback.
It's the only story I've posted to the net. At a friend's request I'm
posting it again. I've corrected a few errors but otherwise the story's the
same. Happy reading.

PART 1

This is a true story. I hope you enjoy it. I'll post the last two parts over
the next day or two. And feel free to write me -- I always enjoy getting
mail.

A few years ago I was living with my boyfriend, let's call him X. We had
been dating for about a year and had a good, sensual relationship, but I
sometimes thought X was a bit square in bed. I enjoyed being lightly
dominated, but was afraid to tell him for fear that he might think I'm
"weird."

One evening we were watching "Last Tango in Paris" and while I thought the
movie a bit pretentious, I really enjoyed the butter scene: Marlon Brando
tells his love interest to go get a stick of butter from the fridge; he
proceeds to grease her up with it and sodomize her -- wow! I think X noticed
how turned on I was by the scene. We had never tried it "back there"
before... actually I had never had a more than a finger back there but was
very curious about it. After X and I made love that night, I got up my
courage and whispered in his ear that I wanted to try it, and that I wanted
him to run the show. He thought it over for a moment, and said that I should
buy some anal beads before the weekend and that we would have a tango of our
own....

I went to the store and bought a string of five anal beads, as well as a
butterfly vibrator, and couldn't wait for the weekend to come. X and I
shared a bottle of wine Friday evening and once we retired to the bedroom we
kissed and fumbled out of our clothes. Both of us like sex with the lights
on -- all of the lights on sometimes.... and once we'd touched each other
and nuzzled a bit I pulled out the first of our new toys. X was excited to
touch me with a vibrator and didn't waste any time before caressing me with
it.... One of my favorite sensations is to have a few fingers in my sex; I
just love the feeling of being touched while my lover kisses me on the mouth
and it didn't take long for me to climax, my sex squeezing around X's
fingers in rhythm to my orgasm as the butterfly hummed on my clit.

No, I am not a superwoman when it comes to climaxing; usually I like to
build up to it for quite some time, but I think I came so quickly this time
because it was my first vibrato caress. X sensed this and began to deep-kiss
me so that my next orgasm was much longer and slower.... and after I had
rested for a moment I heard X say, "Lover, get the beads." I pulled them
from the nightstand, and handed them to him.

X then said "I am going to be your master tonight and you must do exactly as
I say. Roll over on your stomach." Mmm... This is what I wanted to hear. I
get so turned on by being told what to do in bed if it's in the context of a
loving relationship. I knew I could trust X, and obediently rolled over,
exposing my back and my buttocks.

X got a bottle of massage oil out. The scent is now hardwired into my brain;
I will never forget the smell, even though I'm unsure of its name.... X gave
me a long back massage, getting me relaxed. The nice thing about a live-in
lover, rather than a one-night stand, is the he knows your needs. X took the
time to focus on my shoulders, the backs of my knees, my feet, &c. -- rather
than going straight for the "hot spot," which I really can't stand.

Just as I was getting really squirmy, he told me to raise my hips. I got on
all fours, and he said, "No, with your face on the bed." He held a pillow in
front of my face, and waited until I took it and placed it in front of me.
He then said, "Put your face in it." When I did this he said, "Now raise
your ass higher."

X then leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Victoria, remember you're to
do exactly as I say." I nodded, a bit nervous, and very horny. He then told
me to put my hands on my cheeks and open them for him. Do you remember
earlier I said we liked to make love with the lights on? Well now I wished
that the room were dark, because THAT part of my body had never seen the
light! X told me to open my cheeks wider, and I was humiliated to feel the
light on me, but I was so turned on I couldn't stand it. And what he did
next was even more arousing: he leaned within an inch or two of my backside
and gently blew air in a line up and down my crack, up and down my sex. All
blowing, no touching.

He then said, "Here, hold these," and set the beads on the pillow in front
of my face. "Don't take your hands off your ass!" he said, as I started to
reach for the beads. I think he was just teasing me, wanting me to consider
them sitting in front of me, wanting me to think about where they were going
to go.

X got on the bed next to me and told me that he was going to the kitchen,
and that I was not to move while he was gone. He then kissed me on the mouth
and left.

And do you know what? I was even more humiliated that I sat in the room by
myself, not tied to anything, of my own free will holding my cheeks apart
while my boyfriend took his own sweet time getting something downstairs.
When he came back after an eternity, he actually said, "Nice ass." I thought
I would die from blushing.

I pulled my face from the pillow and looked back over my shoulder at him. He
had something in each hand: a stick of butter and a squeeze bottle of
honey....

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