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Subject: {ASSM} Poke Her, by Ed Rider (MF D/s)
Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 09:10:04 -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.       *

Poke Her
by Ed Rider

I sat on the couch quietly. James was talking to me. In the gaps I
I heard the TV on in the other room. I crossed my legs. The dress wore
clung tightly to them.

James told me I looked good. I must have looked ridiculous. I had big
foam pads on, stuffed inside a bra I had borrowed from a friend.
Wearing a bra that wasn't mine was a little uncomfortable, but bearable.
If the padding had been breasts, they would have been huge. Sometimes
I think I'd like to have large breasts like these, but at the moment
I wasn't admitting it to myself.

I just nodded at what James was saying. I didn't want to be there at
the moment. I felt like I was at a party where I didn't know anyone.
I was only there because of the pictures. Pictures that never should
have existed.

James gestured to me, and I stood up and followed him into the kitchen.
Matt was in there, putting a bunch of stuff back into the refrigerator.
There were drinks and things to eat on the counter. James asked me
something, and I said yes, yes I could. James was smiling brightly
through his eyes as he went back out into the living room.

Matt said something conciliatory. He sipped on a beer. I looked around
at the fare laid out. If this was demeaning, then what was my
waitressing job? Matt went to leave, but first he leaned over a bit
awkwardly and gave me a kiss, his lips touching me somewhere between
my own lips and cheek. He followed James into the living room, leaving
me wondering if I wanted him to come back and kiss me right, kiss me
hard on the lips with probing tongue. I guess I did.

Time passed. I had a beer. Guests arrived. For the start of the evening,
I made myself inconspicuous. I brought people food and beer, and mixed a
few drinks. Seven guys can sure drink a lot. They fed on my need to
shrink into the walls, acknowledging my service, but not pressing me to
talk to them or anything.

Later on I sat on the couch next to James, and he had his arm around
me familiarly. Everyone had had a bit to drink, and I'd mixed myself
a gin and tonic. James told me I had nice tits, and he flicked the
fake boobs with a finger. People laughed. I looked at each man in turn
and wondered what else I might be called on that night to do for them.
A shiver ran down my spine.

My fears and desires were not to be pressed for a while, anyway. The
boys moved on to playing poker to run out the night, and I continued
to serve drinks, being rewarded for my effort by having my ass patted
and pinched, and being groped in various other ways. For one of the
rounds of the dealing, it was decided that I would sit on the lap of
the winner of the previous hand. I consented, and though it was a
fairly awkward position, the receipient of this honor seemed to enjoy
it quite a bit.

It was when I was sitting on James' lap for a hand that the most
exciting moment of the evening came. The game was five-card draw, and
on the second round of betting, James bet high, and Mark called and
raised the limit. Everyone else had folded, and Mark said that the pot
was harldly large enough to be worth it, nothing compared to the
average seven-card stud pot.

James asked him if he wanted to make it more interesting. He told Mark
to put five dollars into the pot, and if Mark won, that I would give him
a blowjob in Matt's bedroom. Mark's eyes went wide, and he stammeringly
asked me if I would. I didn't say anything, letting silence be my
assent. My heart was beating hard in my chest. I was going to do
whatever James wanted me to do to get rid of those photographs, that
I had already resolved.

Mark reached into his wallet and tossed a crisp five-dollar bill on top
of the pile of chips. I looked down at James' hand, but I don't play
poker. Maybe James had a great hand, and wanted to get five dollars out
of Mark, or maybe he was just bluffing, and wanted to make me into a
slut in front of all these people. My face flushed at the idea.

The bet was made, and the cards were shown. Apparently James had had a
very good hand, beating out Mark's merely good cards. I gave a big
sigh of relief and James kissed my neck, telling me kind things. Note
to self: never let James get one up on you ever again.

The evening went on, and though the guys took more liberties with me the
later it got, nothing ever got out of hand. James' final revenge was
ordering me to give each attendant a good-night kiss as they left. I
did, mostly chaste, although one or two times I got tongued.

Everyone left, finally, except for James and Matt. James told me to
start cleaning things up, and then went upstairs to get some things.
Matt stayed and helped me with the cleaning. There wasn't that much to
do.

When James came back down, he put a manilla envelope on the table. "Is
that all?" I asked him. He said that it was. Every picture, every
negative. I just looked at it. If it wasn't every negative, I wouldn't
know anyway. I couldn't quite believe that James would give up like
that. I stared at him.

"Isn't this the kind of story where you take more photos of me doing
the stuff you tell me to, and then blackmail me further into worse
and worse situations?"

"Nope. Give us our goodbye kisses, and then you can take the pictures
with you."

I went up to him. I figured he was going to wrap me up in his arms and
delve into my mouth with his tongue. He didn't. I leaned forward and
gave him a chaste peck on the mouth.

Matt looked like he also wanted just a small kiss, but I removed him
from that notion. I was frustrated from all these guys pushing their
touches on me that night; I wanted to push my own touch. I got onto
the couch and pressed up against Matt, kissing him as sexily as I could
muster. He responded quickly, kissing back with his tongue. I didn't
break the kiss, and he put his arms around me and kissed me some more.
For a moment I forgot that James was in the room until he spoke.

He said, "This is one of those lighter stories where you realize you
like the power I have over you and do what I say of your own volition."

Matt unzipped my dress in the back, and we pushed it down to the waist.
I didn't realize how irritating those fake boobs were until I took off
the bra and it felt so good. James came over and sat on the couch
next to us. It was true, although I was very frightened thinking of the
things James *might* make me do, when they were fairly innocent I did
enjoy them. Matt reached over and started rubbing both my nipples. It
felt great.

Then James unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out through the front
of his boxer shorts. It hardened as I watched, drawing itself up to
full attention. With Matt pressed up against my side I felt okay about
it. What if Matt hadn't been there? Would I do this with James? Only if
he made me, I thought, and a shiver went down my spine.

I've sucked dick enough before so that this was not a problem. I leaned
over and got my face into James' crotch. He was very warm in my mouth.
I slid my tongue around his shaft, then started sucking, pushing my
lips down hard on his cockhead.

The position was uncomfortable, all bent over and leaning to the side,
but then I swung my legs up so that I was lying over Matt's lap, with
James' cock right in front of my face, and that was much better. Matt
clumsily reached up my dress and got his hand under my crotch. I bet
he could feel me getting a little wet. His fingers probed my cunt
through my panties.

For several minutes there was no sound in the room, a rather tense
silence. Sometimes I would make a litle slurping sound as I sucked
away. Finally James came,  pulling his cock out of my mouth and spurting
his jizz in a rapid stream splashing on his stomach. He gave a little
grunt that was my only  reward for job well done, then he scooted out
from under me, and went into the bathroom to clean himself up.

Matt and I still didn't say anthing. I was very charged up from his
light yet insistent rubbing. I rolled over so I could look at him and
he smiled. Then James came back in. He knelt beside the couch and
whispered in my ear.

"I'll see you later," he said. There was no question what he meant.
Then he got up and went to the door. He gave Matt a slight wave of his
hand, and Matt nodded back. It was one of those gestures boys have that
says a lot so that they don't have to talk so much.

I think I giggled. Matt was smiling like he didn't want to but couldn't
help it. Finally he said, "Did you... did you like it?" It should have
been obvious to someone who had his hand up my skirt, but I blushed
and nodded anyway. Then Matt put his arms under me, and actually
scooped me up and carried me across the room. I grabbed onto his
shoulders so he wouldn't drop me.

He took me up to his bedroom, and put me on his bed, where we fucked
for the first time. He didn't last long, but I savored the feel of him
as he got on top of me, pressing into my wet pussy. I got to come later,
once as I straddled his face, and then once again as we sixty-nined.

I fell asleep in his bed, a while after he had drifted off himself. The
pictures had long escaped my mind.

end.

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