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Subject: {ASSM} NEW Georgetta: The Bet Part II (09/12) by The Dolphin (MF rom slow bd)
Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2000 04:10:04 -0500
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WARNING : The following story contains descriptions of sexual
acts performed between consenting adults.  If you are not at
least 18 years of age, or you find this brand of literature
offensive, then exit this file/message now.  (!)

Caveat lector; you read at your own risk.
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If you liked the story, please drop me a line at: Dolphin31p@hotmail.com

The copyright of this story remains with me, and the fact of this posting 
should not be construed as limiting or releasing these rights in any way.   
If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well.   
This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website - you 
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Legal action will be taken against any and all postings of this story 
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Please note that I'm happy to share my work - I just want to know where it's 
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work.

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Written by: The Dolphin

Another note:  The girl in this story is a real person, an ex-girlfriend of 
mine.  We parted amicably, and I still care about her a lot.  This story is 
a work of fiction - it never happened, although I have shared it with her, 
and she enjoyed it.  I hope you do too!  The names have been changed to 
protect us both.  Georgetta is the name of another girl that I have desired, 
but the physical descriptions of my heroine are of my ex-girlfriend.

And finally, this story has been improved slightly since its original 
posting, and I believe it to be a better tale now.  Some of the technical 
points have been tightened up, and a minor mistake here and there improved 
upon.  Thanks to some comments from Celeste's Reviews for their feedback and 
suggestions.

There will also most likely be more to this story.  A good number of readers 
have written me and begged me for more adventures of Chris & Georgetta, so 
more to this tale is definitely in the works!

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The Bet Part II: Saturday Morning
Chapter 9: Breakfast Time!!!
Copyright 2000 The Dolphin31p@hotmail.com


The vibrator clicked off, and Georgetta swore she could feel the loud click 
throughout her body.  She had been close, oh-so-very close, she knew.  Now 
it would be two more minutes before it kicked on.  She tried to listen to 
the music, tried to concentrate as the orgasm that had just seconds ago been 
building to a crescendo began to ebb away.  The song from Dave Matthews 
finished, and the next tune kicked in.  She realized now why Chris had used 
a classical piece rather than the more modern tunes - the classical songs 
tended to be longer pieces, and it was really hard to tell the passing of 
time by listening to them.  The more modern music, however, tended towards 
neat and precise three or four minute songs.  She knew as this song reached 
the guitar solo that about two minutes had passed, and sure enough, she felt 
the "Ultimate Teaser" vibrator kick back on.  She moaned louder now, no 
longer worried about waking Chris.

"Chris!  Where was he?"  It had been almost 9:50 on the clock when she had 
locked her wrists in, completing her self-bondage.  Now the vibrator had 
gone off and on twice, so it had to be past 10:00 - didn't it?.  The alarm 
would have gone off by now...was he standing there watching her right now?  
She recalled that he had told her how he had sat and watched her last night 
when she had first discovered all the features of her little toy.  She tried 
to flex her buttocks and squirmed across the top of the table.  She was 
beginning to regret her own thoroughness.  She did discover that the edge of 
the table was just about even with her pantied bottom, and that by pressing 
herself forward against the table edge, she could just move the bottom of 
the vibrator inside her, pushing it towards a new spot.  
"Ummmmmmmmmppppphhhh," she exclaimed as the vibrator shifted inside her to a 
different spot and continued its throbbing.  "Mmmmmm, that's better!" she 
moaned.

Here it comes again, she thought.  And as the song ended, so too did the 
motion of the vibrator.  "God damn it," she thought.  "C'mon, Chris, get out 
here and do something.  The next song started in her ears, a slower, more 
mournful balled.  "How appropriate," she thought.

Midway through, the vibrator turned itself on once again.  "Why-oh-why 
didn't I just use one of the other normal settings?" she thought, but 
knowing that she had selected the on-and-off setting just for this very 
reason.   She nudged forwards against the table, trying to move the 
vibrator, and suddenly felt it slip completely inside.  She stopped moving 
for a moment, and then rubbed herself against the table lip - she couldn't 
feel the hard protrusion of the vibrator sticking out and pressing against 
the table any more - she had pushed the six inch toy completely inside her!

She could still rub herself against the lip of the table though.  She also 
found that she could slide her breasts around the tabletop.  There wasn't 
really anything to rub them against, but her own weight and the pressure of 
the clips was more than enough.  She felt the orgasm building this time, 
knew she'd make it before the next two-minute mark, and shrieked in joy as 
she felt the orgasm hit.  She increased the speed of her rubbing against the 
table, enjoying the feel of the table lip against her breasts and lower 
body.  Even the clicking off of the vibrator didn't dull the excitement of 
this one!!!  "YYYYYeeeeeeeeeessssssssss  ohhhh YYYEEEESSSS oohhhhh my god 
yeeessssssss!!!" she exclaimed loudly, not realizing that her voice was even 
louder because she couldn't hear the sound of her voice through the 
headphones and music.

As her pulse stopped racing and her heart rate returned to a slightly slower 
speed, she again thought, "Where is Chris?"

                                     * * * *

Chris lifted his head up and looked around blearily.  Something had woken 
him up.  He looked over to where Georgetta had fallen asleep only to find 
her side of the bed empty.  "Georgetta?" he asked into room.  "Georgetta?  
Hon?  Where are you?" he repeated.

He sat up slowly in the bed.  He looked over and saw the bathroom door was 
open, so she wasn't in there.  He looked around the room, and saw that she 
had straightened things up a bit.  His clothes were piled over on the chair 
in the corner, and a pile of black items on her dresser had to be the outfit 
she had worn for a little while last evening.  He looked up at the chain 
hanging from the ceiling and smiled.  "Wow, what a night that was!" he 
thought to himself.

He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom and relieved himself.  His 
penis was slightly sore, he thought, the result of too much intercourse with 
Georgetta the night before.  Correction, he thought, because of the 
intercourse last night, never too much!

He walked back into the bedroom and then heard the first moan.  Georgetta?" 
he asked again, looking towards the living room of the apartment.  He strode 
over and opened the bedroom door and walked naked into the living room.  He 
glanced quickly around the room, and then stopped dead in his tracks at the 
sight before him in the kitchen.

His girlfriend was bound hand and foot over the kitchen table.  Wearing 
white stockings, panties, and a white top, she was tied to the legs of the 
table on one side, and then face down across the top of the table with her 
hands, shoulders, and head hanging over the other side of the table.   "Holy 
shit!" he exclaimed as he walked towards her.  His penis, very interested in 
the site before him, started to rise.

She was moving her ass a little side-to-side, pressing her lower stomach and 
pussy up against the table.  He saw the duffel bag at the side of the table, 
along with the catalog, and realized she'd been doing some reading.  He 
walked up to her and looked at what she had done in amazement.  He hadn't 
quite expected her to enjoy his bondage game this much!

"God what an ass she has," he thought to himself.  He stood behind her, 
staring appreciatively at her legs and rear.  Almost unconsciously, his hand 
found his penis and started rubbing.  Her butt was framed nicely by the 
white garter belt and stockings.  Each perfectly-toned-and-formed asscheek 
was split evenly by a white garter strap.  Her ass was very tight and firm, 
the result of a lot of hours of aerobics and thigh exercises.  A tiny slip 
of white vanished down the crack of her ass, and then widened slightly, 
covering her pubic mound.  A few dark hairs protruded from the sides.

Walking around the table, he stared open-mouthed at the arrangement she had 
performed to tie herself to the table.  "How did she do that?" he asked 
himself.  Her hands were locked together with one handcuff, and then 
handcuffed to a chain that stretched between the two legs of the table on 
this side.  Then he saw the other chain going from under her chin to that 
bottom chain.  "I think she outdid me!" he realized.

It had taken him several hours to work out the previous night's bondage, and 
he hadn't been sure until she locked her wrists to the chains and jumped off 
the milk crate that it would actually work.  He had read and studied several 
bondage catalogs, not to mention thirty or forty stories from the UseNet's 
"alt.sex.stories.moderated" newsgroup before he had come up with the idea, 
and she had gone and bested him the very next morning, using only her own 
imagination and the pictures in the catalog!

"At least she used my idea about the headphones and blindfold," he thought.  
She was still breathing hard, with soft moans mixing with the deep breaths, 
and as he walked back around to her posterior, he noticed the slight trickle 
of liquid escaping from underneath the panty and leaking down her thigh.  
"She just came," he thought.  Her yells are what woke me up," he realized.  
He leaned down and placed his ear near her rear - sure enough he heard the 
buzzing of the vibrator from inside her.

He scanned the tabletop and the surrounding area, looking for the remote 
control to the vibrator, but didn't see it.  He walked quickly back into the 
bedroom and up to the bed, dropping to his hands and knees to peer under the 
bed.  He spotted it up near the headboard where it had fallen just far 
enough under that she had missed it during her earlier cleanup.  He reached 
under the bed and grabbed it, and then grabbed the Polaroid from the 
bedstand as well.

"I think it's time to have a little fun with her," he thought to himself.  
"If she's in such a hurry to tie herself up, I guess I'll just have to let 
her enjoy it for a while.  He walked back out and stopped behind her.  He 
watched her rub herself against the table, trying to rub her breasts against 
the table top.  He really liked watching her ass move around.  And her legs 
were just incredible in the heels - "were those the heels she wore to Jim's 
wedding?" he thought.  Yes, they were.  "Wow," he thought to himself.  He 
remember just how sexy she had looked that night in the dark blue 
mini-dress, with the cleavage and the slit, and the...wait a minute - look 
at what she's wearing now you idiot! He thought to himself.  He heard the 
click as the vibrator shut off.

"Hmmmm, even used the 'teaser' setting," he thought.  He looked up at the 
clock and noted the second hand.  He sat and tried to focus on the clock, 
watching the second hand circle once around and begin its second rotation.  
He realized he was still stoking himself, and forced his hand to stop.  His 
prick was standing straight up in the air, begging for permission to soundly 
and thoroughly fuck the gorgeous brunette in front of him, but he restrained 
himself.

He set the remote down on the table and opened up the Polaroid.  He framed 
her ass in the viewfinder, and snapped the shot, the click-whirr of the 
motor sounding loud in the room as the camera spit out the exposed image.  
He took the picture and set it aside, and then moved around the table, 
aiming pictures at his bound girlfriend and snapping away.  Keeping an eye 
on the clock, he finished the first roll and then reloaded, and shot several 
more.  He focused the last shot as a close-up of her ass, nicely framed by 
the two white garters.

Just as the second hand approached the 1:55 mark of its two-minute cycle, he 
thumbed the remote control on the vibrator to the "Low" setting.  He 
gathered up the now developed Polaroid images and walked back into the 
bedroom with them, leaving his girlfriend with a quietly throbbing vibrator 
pulsing a bit slower than she had intended it to.    He hid the pictures 
away in his briefcase and then pulled his briefs and a sweatshirt out of the 
pile on the chair, and quickly got dressed.  He walked back out into the 
kitchen, and slid the coffee maker out of the cupboard.  He fished around in 
her pantry and found the coffee, and began making a pot of coffee, glancing 
occasionally over at his bound girlfriend, moaning softly and still humping 
the edge of the table.

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Continued in Chapter 10: Coffee, Tea, or Me?

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