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Subject: {ASSM} TheGift(MFF-BDSM,Bi)
Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 16:10:03 -0400
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The Gift
by
DarkenedSun
An in-house writer for SuperPerverts.com



  Come on guys, admit it; we can be pretty dumb at times. We all do stupid
things in relation to the women we share or lives with, or if we're really
lucky the women we love and who love us. There are the times we forget
about: anniversaries, birthdays, or the things we forget - like their
favorite movie or lingerie size (oh God don't remind me about the time I
bought underwear two sizes two small for her, or three sizes too large!). To
think, however, the time I almost threw away the most amazing experience
I've had to date because I was, to put it mildly, a little nervous about my
honey's intent.

When I first started dating Lara, I knew she was a little kinky, heck, I
knew she was a lot kinky, though she was as unsure of herself and her wants
as a vanilla teenager might be. She was a grown woman who'd certainly had
experience, some of which included some previous girlfriends. As time went
on, we explored her limits more, I explored her mind and pushed her, and we
talked. Rather, sometimes she would talk as she played with me, whispering
naughty little tales, little snippets of what she might do with another
woman and me. Oh, she was definitely the possessive sort, emotionally, but
she was wise enough to understand that we, as men, don't always think with
our hearts or heads.

We moved in together after some time, combining our incomes and strengths,
and the great nights and mornings we spent together. We complemented each
other well; she loved catering to many of my needs, and I loved supplying
her satiation for hers. One day as I was coming home, she met me outside the
door to our place. She had a shit-eating grin on her face; she was obviously
brimming with excitement. As I squeezed her close and reached for the
doorknob, she stopped me, a little bolder than she might usually be with me,
she said, "Hold on." Worrying about what she was up to, or what she might
have done, I paused, "What's up, baby?" A slight blush crossed her cheeks,
"I got you an early birthday present." She grinned that grin again; heck my
birthday wasn't for another two weeks. She bit her bottom lip, "But its only
fair that I tell you about it a little first." She backed up against the
door handle, basically barring my way. "Okay, spill." She could barely
contain herself, "Oh.she's about five-six, brunette, twenty-two, busty," she
paused, kissing my ear as she whispered, "Extremely submissive, an anal
virgin, and more than a little interested in women."

I groaned, stiffening in my pants, "Liar." I accused her. I leaned back from
her, searching her face for some confirmation of this; I found none. "You
have to be joking." I continued, though this brought on that wounded
expression of hers that she could summon on a dime. I swung my bag onto the
ground and took her by her shoulders, "Tell me you're not lying." I could
always trust her word. "I'm not lying. She's kneeling in the living room
right now. Waiting." her eyes fixed on mine. Let me tell you, my honey is no
wallflower; she's tall, on the heavy side, with some beautiful breasts, and
I've never had anyone suck my cock like she does. Here she was offering me
something I had only fantasized about and all I could do was question her.
Point in case: we men can be idiots. "Where'd you find her?" I rubbed my
right index finger up under her chin, cocking her head up to me, her lips
even closer to mine. I kissed her briefly. "My secret. But I do want to
clarify some things." she was my love, my own slut and whore whenever I
wanted, and with this gift I was impressed, she could pretty much ask
anything and I would grant her it. "Of course, love." I watched her
expression, still an inkling of doubt in me.

"First; she has a blindfold on. I don't want her to ever see your face." I
wasn't sure why she wanted this, but I nodded. "Secondly; no vaginal entry,"
this had always been a clear rule for us; she saw it as being our intimacy.
"Third; condom for the ass." That went without saying. "Fourth; we'll never
see her again after this." I looked at her curiously, wondering how and why
she'd found a one-time playmate, especially one she knew I would be cruel
to. Lara had a soft heart; she couldn't see someone suffer pain, but she
knew I wanted to take an anal virgin roughly, would this be something that
was included? I agreed, eager to enter our home.

She turned the handle on the door, opening it. Moving from the bright
sunlight doorstop to the darkened living room quickly gave my eyes little
time to adjust, but I took it in stride, acting like there was nothing amiss
within the room. I slipped my loafers off by the door, laid my bag on the
sofa side-table and went into the kitchen. I took some sodas from the
fridge; her diet coke, my coke, and returned to the living room. My eyes had
adjusted. The coffee table had been pushed to a wall, in its place kneeled a
most delicious woman. She was sitting back on her calves, her hands resting
upon her lap. She was fully dressed, though I know that Lara had her this
way as a wrapping for me. She wore a simple gray cardigan over some pale top
and a short plaid skirt; her lower legs donned a pair of bobby socks in
keds. With the ample tits she sported, she looked more than a little like a
well-fed schoolgirl. My cock twitched, and I nodded to Lara; she had my
approval. Lara's lips curled in self-appreciation. "Master likes you, slut."
She said as she caressed the girl's hair. "Undress." Lara knew that those
words were for her; sometimes she might be playful and argue, but she knew
what to do now. She shimmied out of her shorts and tank top, turning coyly
as she unfastened her bra and slipped her thong off. She turned and even
after all this time, she always blushed when first naked in front of me.

I beckoned her to me with a curl of a finger. I pulled her to me, my large
hand squeezing her lovely ass, slipping a finger between her cheeks and
confirming that she was already moist. "You're sure about this, honey?" I
whispered against her earlobe. She leaned back and gave me her brightest
smile, the one reserved for me. How could I ever ask for anyone else? She
pressed close, hugging herself to me and her own lips brushed my ear, "First
I'd like to give you a little show, love, then we can see exactly what kind
of participatory sports we might work up a sweat with." She pressed me
backwards, my hands slipping from her as I flopped back onto the couch. She
returned to the girl. "Slut, you will refer to us, respectively as Master
and Lady, any deviance from this will result in punishment. Am I clear?" The
girl nodded. "I'm sorry, I can't hear that. Please try again." I watched
Lara's lips flatten, her stance matching her words. "Yes, Lady." The girl's
voice was a little dry, steady, and not meek, she'd come here very
willingly. "Good slut." I was a little surprised at the fact that Lara was
using this as the girl's name, but nonetheless pleased, my own girl could
have such a potty mouth when unchecked; it was nice to see it used well

"Stand." She took the girl's left hand, helping her rise. I was afforded a
better view of the young woman's body. She was not slim, nor plump, which
was Lara's typical preference for a woman. "Remove your clothes, slut." He
girl nodded, slightly nervous fingers undoing the three fastened buttons on
her cardigan, she nervously held it out as she removed it, Lara took the
cardigan and the girl's shirt as she doffed it, laying them on the coffee
table. Next the girl removed her skirt. She wore a simple white cotton bra
that was a little too small for her breasts, which I guessed to be about a
36 C, and simple white cotton panties. She ducked to slip her socks off. I
watched the flex of her body, the muscles; this girl was well toned, only a
light ripple of flesh at her waistline when she bent, though no bones showed
at her rib cage or her collar bone; her body was lovely. What I could see of
her face told me that though she was not stunning, she had a pleasant face,
a little moon shaped. Her hair was long but tied up in a ponytail. She
paused, then finally after a long minute, stretched behind her and
unfastened her bra, letting those weighty tits free. Her nipples were large,
and much darker than her own flesh, she seemed to be Italian or of Hispanic
background. As she bent forward to pull her panties free from her ankles,
her breasts swung, giving me a tantalizing view of her shaven snatch between
them.

My lovely Lara had done well. Lara finished putting the girl's clothes on
the coffee table. She stood beside the girl, deliberately brushing her
breasts against the girl's arm, "Tell Master, are you a little nervous?"
Quietly, though audible, "Master, I am nervous." Lara continued, her left
hand moving close to the girl's stomach, "Tell Master, have you ever been
with a woman." Probably feeling the warmth of Lara's hand near her flesh,
she sucked in her stomach a little, "Master, I have never been with a
woman." Lara smiled, her fingertips grazing the girls left breast, "Tell
Master, you're curious about what it will feel like." Though a little
startled by Lara's fingers, I watched her nipples harden, "Master, I'm
curious what it will feel like being with a woman." Lara cupped the girl's
breast, index finger and thumb curling up around that large nub of a nipple
as she pressed her body closer to the girl's. If I knew my Lara, she'd be
dying to rub her moistened cunt against the girl's thigh, she held back for
a moment. A slight moan escape the girl's lips and she arched her back a
little, pressing her breast more firmly into Lara's grasp. I started
stroking my hardened cock lightly through my pants. Lara's deft fingers
moved to the girl's other breast, teasing it. She eased her body a little to
the front and side of the girl, causing her own breasts to rest on the firm
breasts of the younger woman. Lara's lips found purchase on the girl's neck,
her teeth teasing her flesh as I could see her mouth work on her.
Substantial moans followed. Lara's lips broke contact after what seemed to
be an eternity of moving her fingers from one breast to the other, teasing
the nipples, or cupping and squeezing breasts. "Tell Master, are you
aroused, slut?" "Master, I'm aroused."

"Let me confirm, this for you, Master." she wasn't asking, she was
informing. She pressed her left hand roughly between the girl's legs, and I
guessed by the motions she made that she was slipping some fingers first
back and forth between lips, then in one sudden motion, I knew she'd
penetrated the girl's snatch, a sharp inhalation of air confirmed this. "Oh
yes, you're definitely aroused, my pretty." She paused, searching the girl's
face, "This embarrasses you a little, doesn't it; finding yourself all hot
for the affections of another woman, doesn't it, slut? I wonder if you'd
still be blushing so hotly if I had my tongue buried in that hot sweet
little cunny of yours."

I'd never seen Lara produce such a wicked smile, she was enjoying this a
great deal. She thrust again into the girl, before removing her fingers and
alternately licking and sucking them deliberately, her eyes flickering to
me. "You taste good, slut. Here." she quickly rewet her fingers in the
girl's center and pressed them to the littler woman's lips. The girl tried
briefly to refuse Lara's fingers, though, through something I'd taught her,
when Lara pinched the girl's nose, she could hardly keep her mouth closed
for long. "Clean them well, bitch. Taste yourself. Isn't so bad now, is it?
Wet your fingers." The girl nervously slipped her right fingers between her
labia, Lara continued, "Suck on them." She took her own fingers out of the
girl's mouth, watching quietly and patiently as the girl withdrew her
fingers and slowly raised them to her mouth. I could see her cheeks
quivering and reddening. I did wish I could see her eyes and any humility I
might have seen there, but I'd agreed to Lara's terms.

"Spread your legs, slut." Lara stated. I sat up a little, slipping my jeans
down, and then off, Lara was making this more interesting by the moment. She
kneeled, her lovely ass to me, curling an arm behind the girl's thighs. As
her tongue sought treasure between the young woman's thighs, my excitement
was starting to get the better of me, I rubbed my balls lightly, already
thinking ahead; wondering how well the girl could suck cock. I was certain
of the girl's surprise as Lara proceeded to tease and torture the girl's
clitoris and labia, her jaw dropped, and her fingers tentatively found
purchase in Lara's hair, lightly squeezing. Dominant as she was at the
moment with the girl; I knew Lara would never pass by some hair tugging and
grasping. Lara joined her tongue with fingers slipped inside the girl's
cunt, pumping lightly in and out, her own delicious moans joining the girl's
excited little grunts. I was hoping attention would move to me soon, much as
I loved this little performance. The girl seemed to gain a little
confidence, pulling Lara's head tighter into her body. Then she tensed, and
Lara emitted a loud gasp. I could see Lara's arm muscles strain to hold the
girl steady as she came. I was living in a porn flick, I was sure. Lara
turned to me, her tongue flicking across her lips and onto her chin,
cleaning her face, then her fingers as she slowly withdrew them from the
girl. She clutched the girl's hand briefly, reassuringly, "Good slut. How
good you've been for me. Will you be as good for Master and I?" With a fast
intake of breath, "Yes, Lady." My mind was reeling.





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