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CONTENT WARNING: This story has an adult theme and may include graphic
descriptions of sexual acts.  If it is either illegal where you are, or
you are not of legal age to view such material,  please stop now.

"Can I Watch?" by Tiramisu MF Rom, M solo

A Flash Story for the Anniversary celebration of the re-opening of
ASSM. Word count: 499 words.

Copyright 2000 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost
without explicit permission of the author. Permission is granted for
archiving in ass and assm.

Comments are welcome. Email Tiramixu@yahoo.com.



"Can I Watch?"


Mitch was in bed, naked, waiting.  Debi emerged from the bath, looking
delicious in her white teddy.  Mitch reached to her, took her hand,
kissed her; their tongues met, teasing, probing, promising what was to
come.

Debi broke the kiss, looked at him thoughtfully, licked her
lips.  "Honey,  uh. . ."

Mitch smiled at her.  "Yes, baby?"

They'd been married only eight months, and she had never suggested
anything new in bed.  She was afraid he'd think she was really weird,
but she wanted this.  She didn't know why; she just knew she did.

Finally, she blurted it out.  "Honey, I want to watch you masturbate."

Debi never ceased to amaze him.  She was so sexy.  The thought of
stroking himself as she watched was exciting, but he wasn't sure it
would work.  "I'm not sure I can."

Debi giggled.  "Nervous, honey?  Stage fright?"

Mitch smiled.  "Something like that."

"Hmm.  Well, you could try.  And maybe I'll give you a reward and let
you watch me."  Well, he could certainly try.  And watching Deb, wow.

"An offer I can't refuse," Mitch said, his cock stiffening at the idea.

Tentatively, he wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking as
Debi looked at him hungrily.  The idea was exciting, but he wanted to
fuck her, not beat off as she watched.  This wasn't going to work.

"Is that really how you do it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just start in pumping like that?  Don't you start out gently, teasing,
like this?"  Debi slipped her hand between her legs and gently teased
her pussy lips.

Mitch was embarrassed; this was so private, so intimate.  But that was
a good thing for a husband and wife, wasn't it?  "Sometimes," he said.

"Show me."

Mitch took his finger and ran it lightly over his cock as he watched
Debi tease her pussy.   She slipped two fingers inside and spread the
moisture over her clit.  That did it.  Mitch groaned,  "God, Deb, I'm
gonna cum,"  and wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking in earnest.

"No, baby, take it slow.  Tease it.  Keep yourself on the edge.  Let me
watch it throb."

"Oh god,"  Mitch groaned and did as she told him, teasing his throbbing
cock with just the tip of his finger.

"Yes, baby," Debi cried.  "That's it.  Watching you is gonna make me
cum.  Oh.  Ohhh!"

The sight of his gorgeous wife touching herself, cumming as he watched
was too much and he came, hard, shooting his cum all over his chest and
belly.

"Wow," said Deb.  "That was really hot.  But now I need you to fuck
me.  Let me get you hard again."

Deb kissed him, sucking his tongue, then slid lower, licking his
nipples, licking the cum from his chest.  "Hmm, delicious," she said as
she moved lower, kissing, licking, swallowing.  Finally, she drew his
cock into her mouth, feeling it harden as she sucked.

"Hmm," she said.  "Looks like I won't have to wait long at all."

END


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