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Subject: {ASSM} Suzanne: Mississippi Burning, Part Two (ir, oral , reluc, mdom)
Date: Tue,  9 Oct 2001 05:10:03 -0400
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SUZANNE: MISSISSIPPI BURNING, PART TWO

   The next day, Suzanne slept late. It was so unusual for her, that her
husband asked if there was was anything wrong. "No," she said, almost unable to
meet his eyes. "I think maybe I'm just coming down with something." He kissed
her on the head and told her to rest easy. After she heard him leave, however,
Suzanne found herself unable to sleep. She lay in the bed, dressed only in a
thin pair of white cotton panties and a white t-shirt. She tossed and turned
restlessly, her mind consumed with images of what had happened to her the day
before. She remembered the way she had responded to Tony's brutal treatment
with a flush of shame. How could she have acted like such a complete slut? She
remembered the feel of his hands on her body, his cock filling and raping her
mouth, the way it had stretched and filled her burning pussy...

   Suddenly, she realized that the memory of her ravishment the previous day
was arousing her all over again. Her nipples stood up stiffly and  she was
soaking wet between her legs. She shook her head as if to make the lewd
thoughts go away, but she couldn't help thinking of it...the things she had
said, the way she had begged him to fuck her harder....

   With a gut-wrenching groan, Suzanne plunged her hand deep into her panties
and began frantically rubbing her wet slit. Her fingers quickly located her
clitoris and began rubbing it, causing her hips to jerk uncontrollably. As she
masturbated, her mind was filled with thoughts of long hard throbbing black
cock, a parade of them, stiff and waiting to take possession of her hungry
body.  

   Suddenly, she heard the front door open. Her eyes flew open and she jerked
her hand away from her groin. She thought at first that her husband had come
home. How could he catch her like this? But it was Tony who appeared in the
door, grinning as he saw her flushed face. 

  "Huh," he said. "Looks like you started without me." 

  She sat up and drew the sheet around her. "How did you get in?" she demanded.


  He laughed. "Your husband gave me a key so I could get in if I needed to fix
something." He stood at the end of the bed. "I can see something that needs
fixin' right now." 

   "I...I think you should leave.." Suzanne stammered. 

   "Now, Mrs. H_____, is that any way to talk?"he asked. He started unbuckling
his belt. " -~Specially after the nice way you sucked my dick yesterday." 

   The reminder of the way she had acted sent another  flash of heat through
her. It was part anger, part fear and part...something else, something she
didn't dare name, even to herself.  "Get out!" she yelled. "You...you animal!
You raped me!" 

    He didn't move except to finish removing his belt. He  doubled it over,
gripping the leather strap in one hand. "I think you need to be taught some
manners," he said softly. She screamed as he advanced on her and backed against
the wall. He reached out and ripped the sheet from her grasp, leaving her
nakedness totally exposed. He chuckled. "You were waiting for me." She screamed
again as he grabbed a handful of her short auburn hair and yanked her to him.
"Please," she begged. "Please don't..." He dragged her across his knees face
down and pinned her wrists behind her with one strong hand.  She kicked and
struggled, weeping and pleading for mercy. Her arousal had been replaced by an
icy feeling of fear deep in her belly.  She knew what he was about to do. Even
so, the burning pain of the belt as he brutally laid it across her asscheeks
stunned her into momentary silence before a shriek of pain exploded from her
throat. He gave her another stroke, even harder than the first, then another,
then another. She writhed and twisted in his grasp, trying to escape the
punishment. Then she became aware of the growing hardness beneath her. She
could feel his cock, like an enormous club, poking into her abdomen from below.
God, she thought, I can't believe how huge it is.... she was aware of a
different sensation now, a returning   feeling of heat in her loins, which 
increased with each fiery stroke of the belt. She was gasping now with each
blow, and the writhing of her hips became less frantic, more sensuous. When he
paused for a moment and stroked her burning asscheeks gently with the belt, she
moaned. 

   "Now," he said. "You gonna be a good girl?" 

   "Yes," she whimpered, "I'll be good." 

   "How good?" he demanded. He continued to stroke her gently with the leather
belt. The caress of the leather was driving her out of her mind. 

   "Anything," she gasped. "I'll do anything  you want." 

   He released her wrists. She slid to her knees on  the floor in front  of
him. Her hands went to his zipper, trying to free the cock that had so aroused
her before. He grabbed her hands and stopped her. "Please," she begged. "I want
to see it...I want to touch it...I want it in my mouth..." 

   "Put your hands behind your back," he ordered. "Keep them there." 

   "Oh, god," she groaned submissively as she complied. Her eyes were riveted
on the bulge in his jeans as he slowly drew the zipper down. She looked up at
him, sheer lust in her green eyes. "Hurry," she whispered. "Oh, please hurry, I
need it so bad..."  He slapped her across the face, hard.  "Yes," she said. .
"Hit me. Hurt me. Do anything you want to me, just let me suck it." She groaned
again as he pulled down his zipper and his cock sprang free. He grabbed a
handful of her hair with one hand and took his cock in the other, holding her
just out of reach of her lips. He stroked it slowly, bringing it to a full,
throbbing erection.  She felt like she would go out of her mind if she couldn't
taste it.  She extended her tongue as far as she could, trying to touch the tip
of it to his cock, but it couldn't reach. "PLEASE!" she sobbed, tears spilling
down her face at the humiliation of being forced to beg for it. He laughed at
her desperation. Finally, however, after what seemed like an eternity, he
pulled her head forward. With a moan, she opened her mouth to admit his
enormous cock. It filled her mouth,  stretching her lips until she felt the
corners of her mouth might tear. With her hands still clasped behind her back,
however, she was unable to stop him from pushing as far into her mouth as he
wanted. She gagged on his immensity as the head of his cock hit the back of her
throat. She was so hot between her legs that she knew the slightest touch would
send her into a screaming climax. She vainly tried to rub her thighs together
to bring herself off but it was no good. She wanted to touch herself, but there
was no way she would dare do it without permission. She relaxed  her throat
muscles to allow him to go even deeper. Suddenly, she seemed to get the hang of
it and her lips slid down to the base of his shaft. He groaned in surprise and
pleasure as she deep-throated him for the first time. His guttural sound of
pleasure set off  a tiny secret orgasm deep in her belly, without even being
touched. She slowly pulled off of his cock, her lips tightened around it
causing a nasty slurping sound, then plunged it back into her throat. She 
looked up at him pleadingly, begging him with her eyes. He seemed to sense what
he wanted. He grabbed her by the hair again and began  fucking her mouth
brutally. "Suck me, bitch," he grated. "Suck my big black dick." 

"Mmmmmm. MMMmmmm, Mmmmnnn" was the only response Suzanne could make. She sucked
and slurped frantically, almost drunk with the feeling of hard cock throbbing
in her mouth. Part of her yearned to feel the splash of his thick white cum in
her throat, another part never wanted this  to end. It was Tony who decided.
Abruptly, he pulled out of her mouth. She gave a low cry  at the loss of the
cock she had been adoring, but he yanked her briefly to her feet before
throwing her backwards on the bed. The bed I share with my husband, she thought
ashamedly. Then all of that vanished in a roaring tide of masochistic arousal 
as he grabbed her ankles and spread her legs until the tendons in her inner
thighs stood out in strain. She felt the broad head of his penis spreading the
lips of her cunt. "Beg for it, whore," he grunted. 

    "Yes," Suzanne cried  out. "Fuck me. Please. Fuck your whore." Then she was
screaming with pleasure as he slid into her. It was like having a telephone
pole shoved up inside of her, but to her lust-fogged mind it was a delicious
pain. As she knew she would, she started coming immediately as he began fucking
her hard. She bucked and thrashed beneath him, wrapping her legs behind his
back and arching her loins  up against him to receive the shattering thrusts of
his thick black cock. Her hands roved over his body, feeling the taut muscles
moving beneath the flesh. She raised her head and ran her tongue over the
muscles of his chest, reveling in the feeling of doing all the hot, slutty
things she had always dreamed of but had never had the nerve to do with her
husband. 

     Suddenly he was rolling over and she was on top of him. She gasped with
the sensation as she slid down on his cock. She began riding him, impaling
herself over and over again on the enormous shaft. "Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" she
grunted with each stroke as if she was being punched in the stomach. She 
ground her clit against his pubic bone, the friction of his wiry pubic hair
against the sensitive nubbin setting off yet another orgasm.  She threw her
head back and groaned as the waves of bliss washed over her. In the throes of
her climax, she felt his fingers exploring between the cheeks of her ass, then
felt his middle finger probing at her virgin asshole. "No," she tried to gasp,
but he found his target and  thrust harshly inside. "AAAIIEEEEEEE!" she
screamed as the intense pain of the brutal invasion triggered her most intense
orgasm yet. Shooting stars exploded behind her tightly closed eyelids as her
body convulsed uncontrollably, twitching and spasming with the enormity of her
climax. She heard him grunt and felt the jets of his hot cum shooting up into
her, setting off a new wave of climaxes. It seemed to go on and on, each orgasm
more intense than the last, until finally, she gave a  scream and collapsed
over him. She felt the slow trickle of his cum between her thighs as he pulled
out of her. She lay there for a moment, only half-conscious until she felt his
hand grab her hair again, yanking her upright. He slapped her harshly across
the face. She opened her eyes. "Wake up, you lazy cunt," he growled. "You ain't
done yet. Get down there with your tongue and clean me off. " He smiled evilly
at her. "An' when you get done, I'm gonna take that sweet asshole of yours. So
you might wanna get it nice and wet. " 

  She looked at his cock. It was still half-hard, glistening with the mix of
her juices and his cum. It looked nasty. It looked disgusting. It looked
delicious to her.  "Yes, sir," she whispered as she moved down to take him in
her mouth. 

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