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Subject: {ASSM} Girl, by Ed Rider (FM FF D/s)
Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 09:10:03 -0400
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* Disclaimer: The following piece is a work of pornography. Because    *
* the characters in it do not have to deal with the consequences of    *
* their actions, they put themselves in situations that are            *
* undesirable in real life. The primary intent of this text is to      *
* sexually arouse the reader. If this makes you uncomfortable, or if   *
* you are 19.5 years of age or younger, please stop reading now.       *

Girl
by Ed Rider

I suppose it's my fault, for being so dedicated to my job. I run in
part a small telecommunications company, and I have to be out of town
a lot, reviewing business on location for our smaller company branches.
My wife, Cynthia, doesn't seem to mind that much. We have a good
relationship, and when I'm away for a while it seems to get her charged
up, since the sex we have when I get back is incredible.

One time when I got back, things were different. I walked in the door
one evening after a long flight home, and Jill was sitting on the
couch in the living room watching TV. Jill was a nineteen year old
girl whose parents we had briefly known in passing. She had had a bit
of a rough time growing up, and once before she had stayed at our place
for a week while she was getting some things straight. She and Cynthia
were pretty friendly, given that she was just a kid, and Cindy often had
her over to do odd jobs around the house, mostly so that Cindy could
help her out with a little money.

Jill seemed a little startled to see me, but she quickly relaxed and
turned her eyes back to the television set. Cynthia, having heard me
arrive, came into the room and gave me a peck on the cheek. She
hi-deared me, and asked me how the trip was, and I said it was fine as
usual. She didn't say anything about Jill, or even glance in the girl's
direction, instead lightly running her fingers along my arm and
inviting me with her eyes up to the bedroom. I accepted.

This particular trip had gone on for a week, and I was pretty horny. A
lot of times I end up jacking off a lot to porno in a hotel rooms, but
when you're working hard all day you don't always get the chance or
feel up to it. This time I hadn't come in a while, and as Cindy and I
rolled around on the bed, hungrily making out, my cock was straining
against my pants.

Cythia got my cock out and I lay spread out on my back, letting
her give me one of her fabulous blow jobs. First she sucked sloppily on
the head of my dick, letting her saliva get all over me. Then she
started jacking me off, telling me how she had missed me and how horny
she was.

"Did you miss me?" she asked, squeezing my cockhead and running a finger
down under my balls.

"Oh god yes," I moaned, driven crazy by the pleasurable sensations.

"I missed this hard cock of yours," she told me. "Did you think about
fucking me with it while you were away?"

"Ohhh." I couldn't give her an answer, as she immediately clamped down
on my cock with her lips and started bobbing up and down, sucking hard
on my sensitive head. This drove me through the roof. I was way too
needy to last long in this situation, and soon I was spurting my cum
into her waiting mouth. She sucked down every last drop of it.

That was just a prelude to what would turn into a good long fucking. Now
that I had been satisfied, I could strip off all my clothes at leisure.
Cythia did so as well, pulling off her dress and panties and rubbing
her pussy with her hand before taking off her shirt and bra. Then she
got on the bed with me, and we kissed some more, and she rubbed my now-
soft cock a little, and I got a finger into her wet slit and pumped it
in and out a bit.

I couldn't stay soft long with my horny wife lying naked on the bed with
me, and sure enough, we were soon fucking in earnest, her coming as
I fucked her from behind while she rubbed her clit between her fingers.
When we switched so that I was on top of her, I came again, so hard I
felt like I had been hit on the back of the head. It felt wonderful,
and it collapsed me, sprawling me on the bed, spent. My cock was slick
with my cum and her secretions. Leaving me to my pleasure, Cynthia got
dressed and went back downstairs, as I drifted off for a nap.

Sometime in the next day or so, it became explained to me that Jill was
living with us again. Something about her not having a place to stay
for a while. So she was going to live with us while she worked down
at the local video store and saved up some money while looking for
a place and a better job. I was fine with this. Jill may dress a little
like a punk rocker sometimes, but she is really a polite young lady
underneath.

Over the next few days, it seemed to me that Jill was quite busy. When
I got home from work each night, I would always see Jill doing some
little cleaning around the house. She vacuumed the whole house, dusted,
and cleaned the bathrooms. It was a bit disconcerting to have her acting
like our maid, but I must say it was rather nice to have the house so
clean. She was very thorough, much more so than Cynthia or me.

I guess she and Cindy had some sort of deal, chores she had to do while
she stayed here, although I never asked Cindy about the specifics. One
time I came upon the two of them, and Cynthia was talking rather
sharply to Jill, telling her that she was expected to do the laundry
when a particular amount had accumulated. Jill was looking at the
ground, not saying much. There was something strange about the scene,
but I dismissed it in my mind, I guess.

Perhaps Cindy had changed a little. However, we still talked as normal,
and went about our lives as before. It seemed to me that we were having
sex less frequently, but that could have been because I had a lot of
work to do at that particular time, and didn't feel up for sex as often.
We fucked a couple times before bed, but it wasn't as good as the time
I'd come home, although it was pretty good.

Then one night I saw something that totally changed our lives. My plan
was to go watch a playoff game with some buddies. I invited Cindy, but
for some reason hanging out in a sports bar getting drunk with a bunch
of guys didn't seem like a fun time to her. So I went alone, and it
was a great game, and I drank a whole bunch of beer, and then we moved
on to a different bar for a few highballs, and pretty much made a
raucus evening of it.

When I get home I was quite drunk, and as I normally do in these
situations, I flopped down on the couch and tried to watch some TV while
the room stopped spinning. Eventually I fell into a fitful sleep. Then,
sometime in the night, I woke up again. The TV was still on but the
light was off. My head still felt a bit funny, and I had to piss badly.
 From what I remember, it was around three in the morning.

I went upstairs and fumbled my way into the bathroom and relieved
myself. I hoped I wasn't making enough noise to wake Cynthia. As it
turned out I didn't have to worry. Coming out of the bathroom, I
noticed that our bedroom light was on. That was odd. I was going to go
in so I could sleep in my own bed, but something made me pause right in
front of the door. I could hear quiet sounds from inside the room,
sounds that fed my imagination. As quietly as I could I turned the
doorknob and opened the door a crack.

My imagination was nothing like what I saw in there. The first thing I
saw was Cythia kneeling on the bed. Then I saw the incredible, Jill was
in bed with her! Not just in bed, Jill's feet were tied to the foot of
the bed, and her hands to the headboard. She was spread-eagled, and
Cynthia was on top of her. I couldn't see well from my position, but
Cynthia was holding onto the headboard, and her crotch was on top of
Jill's face! Jill was licking her, and Cindy was moaning and writhing!
I nearly fell down from shock.

I couldn't let them notice me. I shut the door as quietly as I had
opened it, and went back downstairs to sleep on the couch. Images of
my nude wife and this girl danced in my brain.

I woke up the next day, and there was Cindy sitting at the breakfast
table as if today was just another normal day. I suppose it was, for
her, but my own mind was spinning. I kept trying to think of things to
say that would somehow segue into the subject of her having kinky sex
with our houseguest, but in the end I said nothing. Still, from that
moment I couldn't quite think of Cynthia the same way. It must have
changed me, changed the way I acted towards both of them, and as the days 
went by things gradually changed around our house.

It became clear that Jill wasn't going anywhere, not for quite a while
anyway. I became comfortable with having her around and doing some
household chores. A few days after I had seen her in my bed, I told Jill
that one of her new duties was to keep my clothes organized and well-
ironed, and she just nodded and said "yes Sir." I wondered what I else I
could order her to do. I got used to her doing whatever I asked her to,
something which I believe Cynthia noticed, as she also tended to order
Jill around more often.

Gradually this girl explicitly became our servant. She cooked meals, did
the dishes, cleaned, did the laundry, made the bed in the morning and
laid out ironed, clean clothes for me at night. It was rather nice
actually. I did wonder how often she and Cynthia were having sex. It
didn't seem like that had that many opportunities to be alone with each
other, but while I was away at work, I sometimes imagined that Cindy and
Jill were running around the house naked, finally embracing each other
and dropping to the floor and sixty-nining.

Cynthia and I were definitely having less sex. A few times I masturbated
thinking about Cindy and about Jill, and about Cindy and Jill together.
For some reason seeing Jill working around the house made me a little
horny. Jill had a fine young body, and she often wore clothes that
showed off a little cleavage. I wondered how Jill had the energy do to
all she did. She went off to work each day, and then she came home and
did a full load of housework. I guess if Cindy could manage it, then
Jill could just as well.

Its funny how things can change so gradually. It seemed like it had
only taken a day for Jill to go from being our grateful houseguest to
being our servant. And yet, as I sat at the dining room table and Jill
put a big plate of food in front of me, it felt as natural as if it had
been going on my entire life.

Cynthia was really growing into her role as mistress of the house as
well. She was quite aggressive with Jill, and she even started telling
me what to do sometimes as well. One time we were sitting together on
the couch, each of us reading. Cindy called out for Jill, but Jill was
somewhere out of earshot. Then she patted me hard on the thigh. "Go get
me something to drink," she said to me. She went back to reading, as if
she were expecting me to instantly obey. That was how I often saw her
treat Jill.

Well, I'm not one to make a big deal out of nothing, so I went into the
kitchen and brought her a soda. "Thanks," she said flatly. It was just
a little thing, but it really drove home how Cindy was so in control of
Jill, and me to an extent.

When Cindy and I had sex, it was different too. We were getting into
bed one night, and Cindy was feeling a little frisky, and we started
making out a little. I started rubbing her nipples slowly through her
nightshirt, something which always turns her on nicely. She cooed and
kissed me gently, but then she pulled away. She leaned back and told
me to take off my clothes. There was a subtle intonation in her voice
that told me that this wasn't a suggestion. I got up and stripped off my
pajamas as she looked on approvingly. Then she told me to lie down on
the bed and stroke my cock. I did, and she slipped off her panties and
sat down on my stomach. For a moment I stroked myself and she moved her
hips slowly, rubbing her pussy on my belly. I was hard and she mounted
me. We fucked to her rhythm, he hips bucking up and down, first fast,
then slowly.

Eventually I came, spurting inside her. She looked vaguely disappointed
as I got soft, but she slipped off and lay next to me with her legs by
my head. Gripping my slippery cock, she rolled on top of me and told me
to eat her out. The taste of her cunt after sex was very different and
very strong. As I licked her she squeezed my soft dick a little and
petted my balls. I pressed my tongue into her hot slick hole and wiggled
it around on her pussy lips. When I made her feel particularly good her
hand clenched around my cock. When she came she came hard, crying out
and tensing her whole body.

That was all the sex we had for a week or so. I can't say I didn't enjoy
it, but it was quite different. As several days went by without me and
Cynthia fucking, I began to get quite horny. It didn't help my condition
to be living in a house with two very pretty women. I wondered what it
would be like to have sex with Jill. Would it be like with Cynthia and
me? Maybe I would be dominant with Jill like Cynthia was. I would order
her to get naked and on her hands and knees and then I would slam into
her from behind.

Despite my fantasies though, I had a feeling that Jill was off limits
for me. I enjoyed telling Jill what to do, but never anything remotely
sexual. It started to eat at me, having this lithe young girl at my
disposal and not being able to do anything about it. One evening I came
close to crossing that line but didn't. I was going into the bathroom
to take a shower and by coincidence Jill came to the bathroom door at
the same moment I did. She deferred, and was about to go downstairs
when I tapped her on the shoulder and indicated that she should come
into the bathroom with me.

We both went in, and there was a brief pause, and then I told her to
undress me. She did, and slowly, eyes cast downward as she unbuttoned
my shirt. My shorts were the last to come off. Her face was so close
to my hardening dick it was all I could do not to grab her head and
push my cock into her mouth. I resisted though, and got into the
shower.

Jill waited patiently while I washed myself. When I got out she
wrapped me up in a towel and started vigorously drying me off. First
she rubbed down my back, then dryed my hair a little, then moved down
my body. When she dried off my crotch she rubbed me slowly and
insistently. She stood behind me and reached a hand around to stroke
my cock, but I pushed it away and told her sternly "Enough."

She finished toweling me off and I wondered if I could get her to give
me a massage sometime. Then she dressed me again. I felt like I was
royalty of some kind. I wondered how far I could go with her.

I found out how far was too far about a week later, when I was away for
the weekend. The week had gone normally, as far as I know about couples
and their girlservants. My Saturday had been boring and unproductive,
but it all got intersting when I was sitting around my hotel room
drinking a beer and idly flipping through the channels on the
television. There was nothing on, so I opened up my suitcase, and soon
I discovered a large envelope tucked in between some of my clothes. I
hadn't put it there.

Curious, I opened it up and found a letter and some photographs. I
glanced over the photos and got a real eye-opener. The pictures were
of Jill, wearing some very suggestive clothing. I flipped through them,
and in the last two she wasn't wearing anything at all, smiling at the
camera with her hands between her legs.

The enclosed letter explained things a bit. It was from Jill, and it
was very hot. She told me that she was very in love with me, and she
wished I would fuck her sometime. She may have been a younger woman,
but she certainly had a way with words. Certain phrases stood out in
my mind. "I'm tired of eating your wife's cunt, I need a cock in my
mouth, and in my pussy, and..." "I dream about you penetrating me. I'll
do anything you ask." "I'm dripping wet as I write this, knowing you'll
be looking at my naked body when you read it."

It was too much for me to take. I jacked off to the photos, bringing
myself to a shattering orgasm. Jill was in my thoughts that night and
all through the next day. Sunday afternoon, I called home. Jill answered
the phone.

"It's me." I said. I don't remember exactly what was said. She must have
been alone, because she started telling me that she missed me, and then
she told me what she wanted to do with me. She was very convincing. I
told her I could come home early. I could fly in that night, and she
could meet me at a hotel. Cynthia would never have to know about it.

Some time later, I was in another faceless motel, sitting anxiously on
the side of the bed. Then, after an eternity, there was a knock at the
door. It was Jill. She was wearing a leather jacket and jeans. I thought
she looked all right, but then she stripped those off, and underneath
she was wearing some black lace panties and a very sexy tight halter
top.

I led her over to the bed and she was very compliant, just like at home.
I pulled her onto my lap and we started kissing hungrily. I was hard
for her in an instant. I sucked on her neck, and felt up her pert tits,
and slipped my hand down her panties. She was very hot down there. I
told her to lie down on the bed and play with herself. She did, taking
off her panties and closing her eyes in pleasure as her fingers tweaked
her wet slit. I got off my pants and boxer shorts, and I was in too
much of hurry to take off my shirt. All of a sudden I was on top of her,
and her hand drew me close, drew me into her.

I got into her, pushing my cock deep into her pussy and hearing her
squeal in delight. Her cunt was fantastic. Jill spread her legs and
raised them high, as I pumped her hard with deep insistent strokes. I
came in that position, some minutes later, pushing into her as I
exploded in pleasure.

I pulled out of her and she smiled broadly. I lay down on the bed and
we kissed some more. I wasn't ready to fuck her again, but I wanted
her on her knees, so I told her that. She got down next to the bed and
sucked on my cock until it was hard. Her face was just so pretty I sat
there for a moment, looking at her and stroking my cock. Then she got
back on the bed and we went at it again. She came, and we switched
positions and then we switched again. Later I sprayed my second load of
cum all over her perky little titties. Some small talk, some laying on
the bed afterwards, and then she put her clothes back on and slipped out
the door.

I spent the night at the hotel, and the next day drove home as if
nothing had happened.

As has been mentioned, something are hard to pretend that they never
happened. Cynthia found out about it. I don't how, she just must have
figured it out somehow. We were going to bed one night, and as I was
taking off my clothes, she came over and rubbed up against me, licking
my neck. I got turned on, and we both stripped quickly and got on the
bed, me on my back and her sitting on me as usual.

Cindy started blowing me, but when I got to a small plateau of arousal,
she stopped. Then she turned to face me.

"Jill had to go," she said.

"Huh?" It was rare nowadays that Cindy would suck me off, and I
desperately wanted her to continue.

"Jill won't be coming around any more," Cynthia repeated herself. "I
didn't like the way she was touching certain things around here." A
shiver ran down my spine at the way she said that.

"It won't be that much of a bother, though. I think you'll be able to
handle Jill's responsibilities just fine. Won't you?" As she talked to
me, she slid backward so that her pussy was teasingly brushing against
my stiff prick.

"Um, oh, I guess," I stammered. I was kind of in shock, even though
technically, Cynthia had had sex with Jill first.

"Yes... yes you will. Don't worry hon, you can start with just the
laundry and the cleaning. Later you'll learn the cooking and the other
things. Oh, and let's not forget about your most important duty."

As she said that, Cindy moved forward on her knees so that now her
crotch was just above my chin. She ran her fingers along her pussy
lips. "You'll do a good job, won't you? Just like Jill?" she hissed.
Before I could answer she pressed her moist sex against my lips and
I started licking her. She cooed but then pulled herself up off me
a little bit. Her taste was tantalizing.

"You *will* obey me, won't you honey...?"

I just nodded, dumb. I knew that I would do whatever she asked. What
else could I do? Cynthia lowered herself back down onto my waiting
mouth and I licked and sucked on her until she came.

And so things in our house went back to normal, so to speak. Cynthia
gave me a formal list of things to do around the house that Jill had
been doing. If I did them well then Cynthia allowed me to come, either
stroking me to orgasm herself or ordering me to jerk off while she
watched. And of course I gave her oral sex quite frequently. I became
accustomed to my spot on my knees in front of the sofa.

Gradually I became used to doing all the household chores for Cynthia.
Luckily I was able to cut down on my travel for a bit while Cynthia
taught me how me be a good house servant. Soon I was doing all the
cooking, serving Cynthia and then standing by her chair while she ate
and we chatted, just like Jill had done.

Yesterday I found a black plastic strap-on dildo in the dresser drawer
along with a tube of vaseline. Cynthia says she wants me to take over
*all* of Jill's duties.

end.

* The author humbly invites you to send your comments, questions, and
* requests to be emailed to Ed_Rider7@hotmail.com

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