Message-ID: <29445asstr$985169402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <empath69@my-deja.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <200103202211.OAA13575@mail3.bigmailbox.com> From: "Deja User" <empath69@my-deja.com> Subject: {ASSM} "Smooth Operator" {Dancer} (MF oral anal bdsm Mdom preg?) Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2001 05:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29445> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw ------------------------------------------------------------ <1st attachment, "Smooth.txt" begin> Disclaimer/Admonition: This story has explicit descriptions of people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual activity in it, and shouldn't be accessed by minors. Kids? Try this stuff and you'll probably end up either in an AIDS ward waiting to die or in the maternity ward looking at your child before you graduate. Don't rush into 'It' - it's not THAT much fun, and certainly not worth the risks around nowadays - I'm glad I'm married! :) In any case, should this find its way into minors' hands, I cannot be held responsible - I DID warn them. Editor's Note: Right - the more of her stories I read, the more I feel like a barely tolerable hack! She's just got this *passion* that I can't capture. <sigh> But then, that IS why I married this wonderful woman! :D ============= Exam time gang! I hope you have your number 2 pencils ready! In 1984, which company had a commercial in the Super Bowl featuring an athlete tossing a hammer at a large television screen? a) GNC b) Sony c) Apple d) Microsoft Don't know? (Too young) Can't remember? (Too old) If you fall into the first category, you are not old enough to be reading these adult stories! Go back to making French fries with your Play-Dough Fun Factory. {Empath: she's a hoot, isn't she? I *wish* I could come up with 'warnings' half as fun as these! Compare this to the "Disclaimer/Admonition" I have above. :) } If you're over the age of majority, please read on! I hope you enjoy this one and want to read more of my stories. As long as I am given credit as author, my stories can be distributed freely. Play-Dough is a registered trademark. Smooth Operator Dancer 2001 --------------------- San Juan, Puerto Rico Saturday, 1430 hours --------------------- "Hey! You forgot Pedro's phone number!" Jenny yelled and waved a slip of paper at the retreating Angela. Angela yelled back, "You keep it, Jenny, as a memento of your trip to Puerto Rico!" "Thank you!" Jenny hollered back. She dropped the paper in her bag. Her watch told her it was time to go back to the hotel and pack up. Jenny went to her room on the fourth floor of the Regency and packed her two bags. Her flight to Georgia left in two hours, enough time to check out and catch a cab to the airport. * * * * Angela drove to her boss' bungalow in the East Side of San Juan. Miguel Flores was seated behind his desk when Angela entered. He gazed over at her and motioned for her to sit. "Angela, welcome. Do you have the account number I want?" "Yes, Mr. Flores." Angela handed him a folded slip of notebook paper. He accepted and opened it. "Try again, Angela." Miguel tossed the paper back at her. She cast him a confused look. "That's the number Pedro gave me." He swiveled his chair to face her. "Pedro's *phone* number, not the account number." "What!?" Angela said loudly. She grabbed the paper and stared at it. "Damn. I must have told Jenny to keep the wrong one." "Jenny who?" Miguel asked, steepling his fingers. "I don't know her last name. I thought I gave her Pedro's number as a memento of her trip. She has the account number." "Find Jenny and get that number back," he ordered and turned away. "Yes, sir." Angela crumpled Pedro's phone number in her fist. She left her boss and drove over to the Regency Hotel. She rushed to the front desk. "I'm looking for an American who's in room 412. I left my sunglasses with her." The clerk looked in his registry. "Miss Campbell was in room 412." "Was?" "Yes. She checked out to catch her five o'clock flight back to the States." Angela glanced at her watch. It read 4.15 p.m. She had time to get to the airport and switch numbers. "Thank you very much." Quickly, she drove out to the airport but got stuck in a traffic jam. She punched the steering wheel with frustration. Her cell phone rang. "Yes?" Miguel's voice crackled over the line. "Do you have it?" Angela shut her eyes. "No, sir, I don't. Jenny's plane leaves," she looked at her watch. 5.00 p.m. "Left now. I was stuck in traffic." "I don't want your excuses, Angela." He paused. "It seems you are no longer of any use to me." He hung up. Angela heard a tap on her car window. She rolled it down. She was face-to-face with a silencer-tipped gun. "No-" Angela whispered. Puft, puft. Angela fell forward on to the steering wheel, dead. ---------------------------- Atlanta, Georgia Monday, 1045 hours Dewey-Wankel Accounting Firm ---------------------------- Jenny Campbell poured coffee into two cups. Peter Mastersen accepted one as Jenny drank from the other. Peter sat down at one of the break tables in the cafeteria. "So, how was your trip?" he asked. "It was fabulous! I went to the beach and discos with a different guy every night. Oh, they grow their men good down there," Jenny gushed happily. "I met this woman named Angela and she really showed me around San Juan." "The places that aren't on the tourist maps?" Peter mentioned as he sipped his coffee. Jenny nodded. "Mm-mmm. Tons of gorgeous guys. I think I got a few proposals. Spanish isn't my strong suit." She smiled. "I even got a phone number." "You gonna call him?" Peter demanded. "Maybe, I'm not sure." Jenny looked up at the clock. 11.15 am. Time to get back to the grind of payroll accounting. She worked through lunch until five. She shut off her computer and walked with Peter to his car. Peter drove Jenny home to her ranch-style house. She went inside and changed into jeans and a loose shirt. She walked uptown several blocks to her favorite haunt, Armando's Bar & Grille, for dinner. ---------------------- Armando's Bar & Grille Monday, 1845 hours ---------------------- Jenny saddled onto a stool at the bar. She ordered a tenderloin and fries and glanced around the room. It was about a third full of customers. The only ones at the bar were herself, Dave - the bartender - and a longhaired Hispanic seated at the far end. Her food arrived and she ate everything. She pushed her plate aside and waited for Dave to finish with the Hispanic. Dave walked over to Jenny and set down a mug of beer. Jenny looked at it and said to Dave, "I didn't order this." "The guy at the end of the bar did," Dave replied with a tilt of his head. Jenny looked toward the guy and he lifted his beer in a salute. She did the same. "Got a pen?" Jenny asked as she swiped a napkin. Dave loaned her a pen and she wrote a brief note on the paper. "Here, take this to him." Dave took the paper and went to the Hispanic, handing it to him. The man read: 'Thanks for the drink. If you want more, get a hair cut. You look like a drug dealer.' He smiled slowly at Jenny, then left Armando's. ------------------ Dewey-Wankel Friday, 1715 hours ------------------ Jenny and other women were fighting for mirror space in the ladies room. It was Friday and Ladies Nite at Armando's. Jenny applied more lipstick and eyeshadow with the help of a free gap in the mirror. She pulled out the pins that held her hair in a French twist. She fingered out the shoulder- length, red strands. She walked to the parking garage with Erin, Laura, Ann and Theresa. The women were car-pooling with Ann to Armando's. They arrived and went inside, chattering to each other. Laura led her friends to a rear table. A waitress took their order for a pitcher of beer and five glasses. A hot- looking guy walked towards them and they all began catcalling. Theresa: 'Hey baby! Can I get fries with that shake?' Erin: 'Nice ass, honey!' Jenny: 'C'mon baby, I'll show you livin' la vida loca! Ann: 'Shake it, don't break it!' Laura: 'Walk this way, sweetie!' The man stopped and gave them a sultry smile. The ladies squealed and he went on his way to the end of the bar. About ten minutes later, the waitress was back with the beer and a folded napkin for Jenny. Jenny opened it and read: 'got the haircut. Your place or mine?' She stood and searched for the note sender. The man she had catcalled earlier patted the empty barstool next to him. Jenny strolled over. He spoke into her ear, "Well?" Jenny ran her hands over his jacket lapels. "Your place." He escorted Jenny out of Armando's. -------------------- The Hyatt, Suite 511 Friday, 1850 hours -------------------- They groped each other on the elevator ride. "What's your name?" Jenny asked. "Miguel Flores." Miguel nuzzled her hair. "Jenny Campbell." Jenny slipped two fingers between the buttons of his shirt and stroked the bare skin she found. Miguel captured her mouth and slid his tongue in deeply. The kiss continued as they stumbled their way to Miguel's room. He opened the door, went in, then kicked it shut with his foot. "You have something I want very badly, Jenny," Miguel whispered. Jenny drew away and kicked off her pumps. "I know. And you've got something I want." Her hand fondled the crotch of his pants. "Do you have protection?" "I'm on the Pill." Miguel chuckled. "No, my sweet, condoms." Jenny shook her head no. "Then I'll make sure I have plenty in the bedroom." He traced a finger over the buttons of her blouse. "Why don't you stay here and get comfortable." * * * * In the bedroom, Miguel phoned his bodyguards. "Jenny Campbell. Find her address and find that number." He hung up and glanced at the bedside table. An unopened box of rubbers lay on top. He returned to the living room and found Jenny completely naked and reclining on the sofa. "I'll be more comfortable if you got out of those clothes," Jenny said. Miguel stripped down to his birthday suit. Jenny's eyes were glued to his groin. "Mmmm, ready and waiting for me." Miguel sat on the sofa and watched Jenny kneel before him. Her hands were cool on his throbbing cock. She teased the tip, lapping up the pre-cum. She slid his length in her mouth and down her throat. He raised an eyebrow. Jenny was very used to sucking cock if his went down that easy. Miguel felt his balls draw up in anticipation of cumming and he pulled Jenny off his cock. "Bedroom," he ordered. * * * * Jenny walked in front of Miguel and sat on the edge of the bed. She watched him tear open the box and unroll a rubber on his hard cock. She licked her lips with excitement. He held out a hand and Jenny took it. Miguel led her to a chair and bent her over the back of it. She grabbed the arms reflexively. Tossing her hair, she asked, "What are you doing, Miguel?" He pushed her thighs apart and shoved his dick into her dripping pussy. His hands pushed on her back, forcing Jenny to lean further forward and down over the chair. "Fucking you, Jenny. Isn't that why you're here? To get fucked?" She came but her answer did not. Miguel thrust deeper with every stroke, pulling out all the way and shoving himself in until his balls tickled her pubic hair. Jenny stood on tiptoe, trying to adjust her hips to his. She cried out with a second orgasm, "Yesss, oooo yeess, ahahahahahah!" Miguel grabbed her hips and pounded furiously as he filled the condom with his cum. He stayed in her hot pussy until his orgasm was through. He pulled out and threw the used rubber in the trashcan. He flopped onto the bed and Jenny followed, curling her body into his. He jerked on her red hair and growled, "Suck me off." Jenny crawled between his knees and latched onto his limp dick. She bobbed up and down, flicking her tongue over his circumcision. He got hard fast and she pumped a fist along the length not in her hot mouth. She massaged his balls with her other hand. She felt them tighten and swallowed his cock into her throat. Miguel's cum warmed her belly as she drank the creamy fluid. Her nails sank into his hairy thighs as she came along with him. The bedroom door opened. A muscular man walked in and handed Miguel a slip of paper. "Thanks, Guitierrez." Miguel scanned the writing and smiled. He had the account number. Jenny was still sucking his cock. She drew off and licked his flaccid member clean of cum. "Did you get what you wanted, Jenny?" "Hmm-mmm," she answered, cum oozing from her mouth. "So did I." Miguel held up the paper for her to see. He nodded at Guitierrez. The man hit Jenny at the base of her skull with his .357. She fell forward on Miguel. "Pack her up. Let's get back home." --------------------- San Juan, Puerto Rico Saturday, 2100 hours --------------------- Jenny woke up with a splitting headache. She tried to move her hand to rub her temple and found herself tied spread eagle to a four-poster bed. She tugged at the restraints. They wouldn't budge. The door opened and Miguel came in. "What are you doing?" Jenny demanded. "You're awake," Miguel said pleasantly. He held a straight- edged razor. "As much as I have grown to enjoy you, I cannot abide that nest of hair on your pussy." "What have you done to me?" He stood at the foot of the bed. "Married you. That way," he moved onto the mattress and touched her pussy, "you can't testify against me in court." He rubbed her juices over her red thatch and began shaving. Jenny said nothing, not wanting to get cut by the blade. Soon, her mound and labia were bare and he stroked the newly naked flesh. "Much better." She stared as he wetted a cloth in the bedside basin and washed away her pubic hair. "Miguel, what are you talking about?" "I, am a drug dealer." "A Puerto Rican drug lord? Bullshit." He raised a finger. "Haven't you wondered how cocaine and heroin make it into the States after the Drug Czar has taken out the Colombians?" He bowed. "From me. Puerto Rico is a U.S. territory and my runners never go through customs." "If I can't testify against you, why am I tied up?" "I wasn't sure how you would take the news of our marriage." "Was I conscious for the honeymoon?" Jenny asked sarcastically. "This is the honeymoon." Miguel turned in a circle. "How do you feel about nipple rings?" Jenny jerked at her restraints. "You are NOT piercing my nipples, you fucker!" "Too late," Miguel replied and flicked at the silver rings in her nipples. She screamed, "You sonofabitch!" Her body thrashed for freedom. "You weren't so emotional when they were done a few hours ago." Jenny howled at Miguel, calling him every name in the book. He sighed and withdrew a bottle and cloth from his pockets. He uncapped the bottle and poured a generous amount into the cloth. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." He slapped the smelly cloth over her nose and mouth. Jenny fought but eventually succumbed to the chloroform. ------------------ Sunday, 1320 hours ------------------ Jenny came to still tied to the bed. Miguel lay beside her, petting her naked mound. "Miguel, I have to go pee." "Don't try to escape, Jenny. You would never make it out of the compound." He freed her arms and legs and helped her to stand. Her muscles cramped and she fell into her husband's arms. He carried Jenny to the toilet and let her relieve herself. She wiped and slowly stood. She stretched her arms behind her back and felt the rings rub against her breasts. "Why did you pierce my nipples?" "Because I wanted them pierced." He traced the ruddy peaks. "Do they pain you now?" Jenny touched her new rings carefully. She ran them through the holes and felt strange. "They don't hurt. They just feel a little weird." Miguel pinched the silver circles and tugged slightly. Jenny gasped and her pussy grew moist. "Then I believe it is time for your deflowering, my love." A confused look came onto her face. "I'm not a virgin." "But you are, Jenny." Miguel squeezed her asscheeks. "You want to fuck me up the ass?" He nodded. "Are you nuts?" "No. I have special plans and you wouldn't want to upset your new husband, would you?" He stroked over her cunt lips and felt her flowing juices. "For all your protests, the idea excites you." "Tell me what you're going to do." He grinned slyly. "Machismo." He unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the belt loops. He wrapped it around his fist, leaving a four-inch length free. "Get in the bedroom," Miguel ordered and swatted Jenny's ass with the belt. She squealed and dashed into the room. He retied her hands to the posts, putting her in a kneeling position. Jenny spied over her shoulder as he returned to the bathroom and came out with a jar of petroleum jelly. Miguel stripped and climbed behind his wife. He spread a generous amount of the jelly on her asshole and painted her chute with more. He rammed his erect cock deeply in her wet cunt and lubricated himself. As he fucked her vagina, he spanked her white ass with the belt until the creamy flesh glowed pink. He pulled out and pushed his cock against her snug sphincter. Jenny protested vocally as she felt and heard the popping of Miguel's cockhead past her muscle. Gently, Miguel pushed his penis into her colon until he was inside completely. Jenny bucked, attempting to get him out. "Get out! It hurts! It fucking HURTS! Please!" she screamed. Jenny felt him leave her and relaxed. Then, he shoved hard until his balls rested against her cunt. Jenny cried at the sensation. Miguel looped his belt around her neck and slipped it through the buckle, drawing it tight. "Shut up, bitch!" he purred in her ear. Jenny gagged and tried to breathe. Miguel saw her face change to a rosy color and resumed plowing her hot channel. He quickly reached his peak and spewed his semen up Jenny's chute. The belt slackened somewhat and she took a deep breath. He slapped her asscheeks. "You are a delightful fuck, my dear." Jenny began to cry again, sobbing loudly. Miguel stroked her hair. "Did you not enjoy that as much as I did?" She shook her head no. "Aw, too bad. I plan on fucking your ass quite a lot." "You prick." "I know." He unclasped the gold chain around his neck. He leaned over Jenny and threaded it through her nipple rings. He eased his softening cock out of her and whispered, "Don't go anywhere." She heard the water running and figured Miguel was cleaning up. He returned and untied her hands, rolling her onto her back, then retying them. He reclasped his necklace, tugging the closed chain. The rings pulled Jenny's nipples and she arched her back. "Good. I think you'll really like this." "Yeah, I really get off on bondage and rape." Miguel thrust two fingers into her pussy and pulled them out. He lapped the dripping cum from his flesh. "Apparently you do, Jenny." "Now what, you sick fuck?" "Now I am going to fuck your pussy and get you pregnant." Miguel smiled and shoved his second hard-on inside her cunt. Jenny moaned at the invasion but wrapped her free legs over his hips. He bent down to her tits and bit on the chain. He lifted his chin and felt his wife clamp her pussy around his cock. Jenny could not help herself. She honestly enjoyed having a good hard dick in her pussy and the nipple rings chafed nerve endings. She lifted her hips to meet his and groaned, "Miguel, yes, oh yes! Oh GOD! OH YES!" Miguel thrust harder and harder, driving Jenny over the edge. She spasmed beneath him. Her moist pussy strangled his cock as she came. He shot his load and growled his release. He slipped out and rolled off her. For a few moments, Miguel caught his breath and then freed his wife's arms. She leaned against him, content. She saw him place a palm over her soaked pussy lips and hold them closed. "Ensuring a baby," he said to her questioning look. They fell into a restful sleep. ------------------ Sunday, 1850 hours ------------------ Miguel awoke with wedded and bedded wife lying across his chest. He embraced Jenny and rained kisses on her face. She opened her eyes sleepily. "How do you feel, love?" he asked. A content smile curved her lips. "Gratified." "Are you mad at me for what I did to you?" "I was at first but now, I don't care." Jenny cupped one of her breasts and toyed with the ring. "I never experienced machismo before and I think I like it." He rolled on top of her, resting between her thighs. "I hope we made a baby today." He bent and brushed his lips over her hairless mound. She rubbed her thumb in the cleft of his chin. "A red- headed Latino?" "It would not be the first in the world." "Ah yes, the Spanish conquistadors." Miguel tongued at one of her rings and sucked on the tender nipple. Jenny sighed with pleasure. She reached to hold him closer when he grabbed her wrists. "I have another idea." He drew her out of the room to the landing. Jenny gazed over the railing at the fountain below. She felt something cold touch her asshole. She glanced at Miguel. He pushed her over the handrail. Her pelvis was snug against the polished wood and her legs were spread far apart. He probed her sphincter with his cock and popped in. Jenny wailed and saw people running to the courtyard below her. They looked up and stared. "Miguel, they're watching us!" Jenny hissed. He fisted her hair and yanked her head back. "Get used to it." Still gripping Jenny's hair, he fucked her savagely and made her scream her orgasm. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh God! Oh shit!" "My name. Scream my name," Miguel ordered as he continued to thrust deeply. "Miguel, Miguel, oh God, OHOHOH ooooo!" Jenny went limp. Her husband pulled her upright, his arms under her armpits. He fingered her nipples, tugging the rings, then palmed her bouncing tits. He fucked her as he called out; "My wife is a good fuck, si?" "Si!" the men responded. Miguel's thrusts grew angry and each one lifted Jenny off her feet. His face contorted and she felt his cum shoot up her ass. He stayed inside and lowered a hand to her dripping cunt. He opened her lips and rubbed her distended clit. Jenny shrieked and shuddered; her creamy juices flowing freely over Miguel's hand. "Whore," he whispered into her ear. "Whoremonger," she shot back. She felt him slide out and nestle his limp cock against her asscheeks. The people below broke into applause. Jenny blushed. Miguel beamed at his people. End ============= Author's Postscript: The answer is - Apple Computers Editor's Comments: Oy VEY! If this is what her 'submissive fantasies' are like, I've got a LOT of work to do! BTW, how does one get started as a drug lord, anyway? ;) (Nipple rings? Ugghhgh! <shiver> :) <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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