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Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: Is Now A Bad Time? {Mr Slot} (FF, Voyeur, Mast, Telemarketing)
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Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 00:10:04 -0500
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The following is a work of fiction consisting of adult concepts and
possibly sex. Do not read if you are not legally permitted. I don't
want the police on my front doorstep.
You are welcome to read but please don't distribute without my
permission.
Feel free to make any comments to the author.
Send E-Mail to dalech33@hotmail.com
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Written by Mr Slot.
Edited by Ruthie.
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Is Now A Bad Time? (FF, Voyeur, Mast, Telemarketing)
"Hello?"
"Good afternoon Mrs. Bono. My name is Karen and I represent the Happy
Home Aluminium Cladding Company. Are you interested in never needing
to paint your home again?"
"Now?"
"Is now an inconvenient time? I can call back later if you wish."
"No, uh, it's okay."
"You appear to be a bit out of breath, Mrs. Bono. Did you have to run
to the phone?"
"No, I'm... Oh God."
"Mrs. Bono? Are you okay?
"I'm fine. Oh God, I'm so fine."
"Are you eating something, Mrs. Bono? I can here slurping noises. If
I've interrupted your meal..."
"It's not me who's eating, it's my husband."
"Oh? Umm, Mrs. Bono..."
"Please, call me Janet."
"Okay, Janet. What is your husband eating?"
"At the moment he's not so much eating as sucking on something."
"And that would be?"
"My nipples. Oh God, he's so good at this."
"I think I should call back later, Mrs. Bono."
"No, don't go. Please, just listen to us."
"I don't think that would be right."
"What are you wearing, Karen?"
"Me? I don't know if I..."
"Oh God yes, suck that tit, baby."
"I really should go."
"Tell me what you're wearing, Karen."
"Jeans and a white T-shirt."
"What about underwear, Karen?"
"I don't think I..."
"Ooooohh yesssss. He's licking my pussy now, Karen. I can see his
tongue lapping at my slit."
"He is?"
"Yes, Karen, he is. Oh God, now he's teasing my clit with his thumb."
"Black thong, lacy black bra."
"What?"
"That's what I'm wearing, underwear I mean."
"Are you alone, Karen?"
"No, I'm at work. But I'm sitting in a booth."
"Can they see what you're doing, Karen?"
"Not really."
"That's good. Oh yes, baby, suck that clit."
"Oh my God."
"Karen?"
"Yes?"
"Where's your hand?"
"It's, ummm, why do you want to know?"
"You're breathing heavy, Karen, I can hear it over the phone. Now
where is it?"
"It's..."
"Yes?"
"It's down the front of my jeans."
"Is it wet down there, Karen?"
"Yes."
"Does it feel good having your fingers down there, Karen?"
"Oh God yes. What's he doing now?"
"He's spreading my legs apart, Karen. He's gonna fuck me, Karen. I can
see it in his eyes. He's gonna fuck me hard."
"Is he... big?"
"Oh God yes, Karen, he's fucking huge. You should see it. He's almost
as round as a beer can. Can you imagine something that big in your
pussy?"
"Oh my God. I can't..."
"Are you cumming, Karen?"
"I'm so close. Tell me what he's doing to you. Please."
"He's..."
"Oh God, tell me. You have to tell me, I'm so close."
"He's got his huge cock resting against my pussy, Karen. Do you want
him to thrust it in?"
"Fuck, yes. Make him ram that fucking cock into your hot, wet pussy."
"Karen?"
"Yes? Is he inside you? Please tell me, I need to cum."
"Oh God, I'm..."
The rest of this story has been removed to comply with the 500-word
limit.
The End
Stories now available at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/mr_slot/www
in Text, HTML, PDF, and Palm Pilot Format.
It's always funny till someone gets hurt...
and then it's absolutely friggin hysterical
--- Running with scissors.
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