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Subject: {ASSM} Home Depot Pt 1 (mF cuckold cons)
Date: Wed,  7 Nov 2001 17:10:03 -0500
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Home Depot
-mF, cuckold, cons-

Part 1

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Standard Disclaimer... Work of fiction, no persons are real, work of
fantasy, read only if you can vote legally and can tell the difference
between real and make-believe
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My boot heels clicked loudly on the smooth concrete floors as I walked
the wood aisles looking for the right one.  I was clearly over dressed
for a warehouse in my slinky white leather pants, loosely laced on the
hips with an enormous gold zipper that ran through the entire crotch
seam.  I was probably a touch old for the Britney Spears look with my
half shirt held together with safety pins, but since I had the breast
implants I felt sexy.  

My thin Asian body was now perfect with the full B cups.  They seemed
huge on my tiny 5-foot frame.  I had forced my husband, Yoto, to buy
them for me after a neighborhood boy had propositioned me.  Yoto and I
were at a barbeque on our block when Carl strode confidently up to me,
filled with alcoholic bravado, and whispered in my ear.

"You look so fucking good, Mrs. Adzuki, I wanna fuck you until you
can't walk," he grabbed my ass, and his huge fingers pressed roughly
against my pussy.  He squeezed and kneaded me for a moment walking
away from me leaving me soaked.  I was extremely aroused.  I couldn't
take my eyes off of him.  Yoto was not amused by my behavior.

There were many kids in the pool and I wanted Carl to see my body.  So
I removed my t-shirt and bicycle shorts revealing my tiny silver
bikini.  Carl was ogling one of the girls whose breasts had just
filled into her 16 year old body.  He glanced at me when I stepped
into the pool, but he was transfixed on her young, firm tits.  They
were beautiful.  Carl did come over to me and slide his thick hands
under my bikini bottoms and into my sopping wet crotch.  He pulled his
fingers out quickly but the size of his finger left me gasping.

Yoto was very angry.  He nearly yanked me out of the pool.  He spoke
sternly to me but I realized that he should not be in control of me.
I realized that he should worship me.  If that young monster wanted
me, then clearly Yoto should be thankful to be with me.  While he was
admonishing me for my behavior I snapped at him.

"Get me breast implants you weakling.  I want them immediately."

"Who do you think you are talking to?"

"I am talking to my inferior.  I will make decisions from now and I
have decided that you will pay for my breasts."

Yoto immediately kowtowed to me.  I shot Carl a look that let him know
he would have me soon.  Then I looked back at Yoto and proclaimed, "I
want them immediately," noticing Carl leering at her tits.

Yoto looked smaller than he normally did.  He was slight, 5-foot 4
with shoulders that rolled forward making him look curled like a
shrimp.  Carl looked enormous as he walked towards us, with his large
breasted bimbo attached to his hip.  He looked Yoto in the eye and
then shoved his hand into his shorts pulling out his thick meat.

"This is what I'm gonna break you wife with pal.  When I finish her
off she'll never touch you again."  His slut grabbed it.  

"Not now bitch," he scolded her then looked back to us, "I broke her
before these came in," he said squeezing her heavy tits.  "You're
next, you little fucking gook."

We are Japanese not Vietnamese but I did not want to engage that
caveman in a debate of my ethnicity.  I wanted him to take me and do
to me what he had done to the slut in front of me.  I wanted to be
fucked by a man who wanted me like Carl did.  Yoto had given me
orgasms in his controlled, restrained way.  They seemed satisfying
until now.  Until Carl had touched me the way he did.

Six weeks after my implants I went outside in an outfit that I had
worn many times with my flat chest.  My tight Levi's with the ripped
knee and a tank top that was clingy across my once flat chest was now
pulled tight, pushing my new breasts together making cleavage I'd
never had before.  I was looking for Carl.  He opened the door to his
parent's house and looked me over.  Although he was wearing only boxer
shorts he crossed the street towards me.

I looked immediately at his crotch.  Although his boxers were very
large I could see what he had between his legs, and I wanted it.  Carl
pulled my head up by my chin.  The lipstick I had carefully applied
glistened in the mid morning sun of out treeless, suburban
development.  He laughed.

"You got some nice titties now Mrs. Adzuki.  Let's go inside," he said
nodded towards my house.  I followed him in to our house.  He was very
comfortable.  Very confidant.  He got to our plush couch and motioned
for me to follow.  He stroked my long hair.  With one hand on the side
of my face he pulled me into his large, thick arms.  

Carl, who'd just graduated from high school, was a large boy who
played some sports but wasn't going to win any scholarships.  Some of
the women on the block had discussed his prowess, even mentioning that
he had deflowered their daughters.  His long, powerful body was a
topic we spoke of poolside many times over drinks.

I was the youngest of the group of women, only 27 but I felt older
than all of them because I had been seeped in tradition.  My marriage
was arranged, probably before I was born, and I played coy my entire
life.  I insisted that I be educated and Yoto's wealthy family had
sent me to university.  I had been mostly unnoticed throughout my 4
years.  Only once had a man noticed me.  I remember the power I felt,
but I was to be married immediately after graduation, which I was.
The flirtation went nowhere.

Yoto ran things strictly, but in a fair and conservative way.  Life
with him is very structured.  Things have a time and a place.  Sex is
a duty that is to be performed in its proper place.  He enjoyed sex
with me, and I enjoyed him as well.  Having been excited so by Carl
weeks ago though had showed me what more sex could be.  Carl and I
were going to have sex.

He licked me with his sloppy tongue and sucked on my neck.  He seemed
to have more than 2 hands as he molested my body.

"Mrs. Adzuki your ass does things to Levi's that neither Levi nor
Strauss ever expected," he said in some bizarre complement.

I grabbed at his growing cock.  With my two hands there was still
plenty of it to touch.  I could not get my fingers completely around
it in spots.  I could not take my eyes off of it.  It was magnificent.
I pulled on his loose skin with both hands.  He did not cum quickly
like Yoto had the times we tried this.  He remained hard, and his
thick meat was heating up.  I kept stroking it.

"You love my dick don't you?"  He pushed my head easily towards it;
"Suck it."

I opened my mouth and he stretched my lips as he pushed it in.  I
opened my mouth wider to get my teeth out of the way.  He immediately
invaded my throat.  Yoto certainly had never done this.  I had orally
pleasured Yoto several times, but I had put it my mouth only once.  I
was gagging but I wanted to please him.  

My lipstick was all over his manhood and he was thrusting into my
face.  I was no longer participating; he was merely using my mouth and
throat to get off.  He was huffing and puffing when he pulled his dick
out of my mouth.  He looked at me for a minute and tore my shirt off,
releasing my new tits.  They were still fairly sore; the skin was not
yet fully accommodating the saline sacs.  My pants came off more
easily than they had gone on.  Carl was very strong.

"Don't wear underwear any more.  You have a great ass," he told me as
he snapped my underwear off.  "Man the first time I saw you I thought,
'I am going to hurt her so much when I bang her'," he explained as he
rubbed my wetness.  "Mr. Adzuki do this to you?"

"No," I gasped as feelings tore through me.  The anticipation of
getting him inside me was tremendous.  Just looking at his body
hovering over me was thrilling.  His huge member dangled like a weapon
above my body.  He pressed down on me.  I feel the intense heat on my
belly.

"That's how far in I am gonna push it in," he warned me.  His cock was
nearly in the middle of my tits.  He pulled back and put his shaft on
my sopping hole.

"Ugnnn," I screamed as he took my breath away.  It was as if he
punched me in the stomach.  He continued slamming into me.  I got
wetter somehow.  Yoto had never done this to me.  My mind was in a
hundred places at once.  I could not think.  I was babbling about his
cock as he thundered into my body.  He was transfixed on my tits, he
was moaning about how tight I was, how beautiful I was, and how he was
banging my brains out.

"I never fucked a broad stupid like this before."

It was true I was losing my thoughts.  Only our bodies mattered.  Only
what he was doing to my body mattered.  The depths he reached inside
me as he pulled my tiny body apart.  I could not resist what was
happening to me.  I could not curb the things my mouth was saying.
The way I was rutting into his persistent thrusts.  My body was
master, my mind a willful slave to the wracking orgasms that he was
giving me.

My painful squeals were exciting to him.  I imagined I was one of the
virgin daughters in the neighborhood getting fucked into submission by
this beast.  Each powerful flick of his hips sending their minds
signals of pleasure and pain as he relentlessly pounded their sore
bodies like he was doing to me right now.  He was reaching spots in my
vagina that had never been touched.  And he was reaching them more and
more often as he stuffed his monster into me.

When he pulled out of my aching pussy I felt empty.  As if I were
hollow.  He shoved me so that I was flopped over the large, plush arm
of our couch.  He took his wet rod and spiked me in a vicious thrust.
He used his new leverage to plunge into me from behind wracking my
body with what seemed and endless stream of orgasms.  I was quickly
overwhelmed by the frenzied pace of his fucking.  He wouldn't let me
catch my breath.  I looked back at him for a second and realized he
was out of control himself; my ass was driving him mad.  He abused my
pussy with his cock and flailing hips.

"Oh yeah... you bitch, yes," he groaned as he relieved his balls of
what felt like gallons of cum on my ass.  He took my jeans and wiped
his load off of my ass and began fucking me as hard as before.  I
could not concentrate as he rammed me from behind.  I could not keep
my thoughts together, I could barely respond to his manic questions:
You like that, bitch, You want more, you fucking gook slut, Who's your
master now, you whore, You deserve this don't you, don't you, You like
getting fucked hard don't you bitch?  I tried to agree to it all.

I was drooling when he tossed my now limp body to the floor.  I lay on
the carpet for a few minutes, alone.  He came back with a bottle of
extra virgin olive oil and began to rub it on my anus, furiously
working it into me.  I knew what he was planning but I was defenseless
to prevent him from doing this to me.

I had not imagined I would be so thoroughly used.  I didn't know how
brutal this would be, or how good cumming would feel.  I had never
imagined this animal would fuck my ass.  He'd been fantasizing about
my ass since the first time I gotten the mail and he'd seen me through
his bedroom window, he told me later.  He was screwing someone, he'd
forgotten whom, at the time.

My ass was completely lubricated.  With his strength I realized that
he would easily over take my sphincter muscles in the battle that was
about to ensue.  He humped on my ass, shoving my cheeks together to
gain friction for his rock hard cock.  He did this for a few minutes.
I began to beg him not to do this to me, "Please, please I can't,
you're too big, you'll kill me, I am too small."

"Keep talking, slut, you're making me horny."

"Please, Carl, I can't, I never," I wept.  He tried to ram his thick,
hot, rod into my ass.  Pain shot through me.  I screamed, he covered
my mouth and began easing it in.  Within minutes my ass was completely
penetrated.  My eyes were opened as wide the would open, my mouth was
agape and was drooling again.  I wasn't breathing normally it was
threaded and weak.  He began sawing back and forth into my ass,
ripping me apart as he went.  The oil burned my ravaged and raw ass.
My vision was getting blurry and my breath was on coming in gasps.  He
moved like a machine behind me, in, out, in, out.  The lights seemed
to be flickering and my head started spinning.  I wasn't even moving;
I was a hole for his dick.  He continued banging my ass.  I looked at
the wet carpet in front of me, realizing that it was my own drool I
passed out.

When I came to I was in his arms, on his lap, on the couch.  There was
blood and cum on the carpet and I was aching.  He started kissing me
as I awoke.  His mouth was sloppy.  I held his chin and guided him
towards a better kiss.  He rubbed my ass, softly.  His hands moved to
my new breasts and he kneaded them and began flicking his tongue over
my nipples.  They responded immediately.  My body was still master. 

I glanced over at the television and saw the time.  Yoto would be home
soon but clearly I could not hide what had happened to me, nor to the
house.  Cum stained the couch, and floor.  There were spurts on the
table and in my hair.  Carl's insistent hands were taking me towards
another orgasm.  I tried to have it quickly so Yoto would not see me
cum.  Carl was setting the pace though and torturing me by stopping
when I began to move into him.  My hands were on his shoulders and my
legs were spreading.

When Yoto walked in one foot was on the floor and the other was
wrapped around Carl who was working my clit and working me into a
screaming orgasm.  Yoto dropped his bag and stood slack jawed in front
of us.  My ass was grinding into Carl's thick hand as I rocked myself
to a finish.  I collapsed onto Carl's sweaty body.

"Jesus pal, you don't know what a great fuck you little wife is," He
said sliding himself into my waiting snatch.  He began gliding me up
and down on his magnificent sex.  Yoto still had not spoken as I rode
Carl.  I was fucking him right in front of Yoto when Carl ordered me
to cum.

"Cum!"

On his word my pussy splashed its thick juices out.  I writhed in a
trance on his massive shaft.  I was shaking when he pulled me off.

"Suck!"

I dropped to my knees and swallowed his entire member and then his
load.  Some escaped my mouth and dribbled onto my tits.  I licked
them.

"Well Mr. Adzuki I think you see what's been going on here all day.  I
own you wife now.  But hey, I own nearly all the sluts on this block.
I fuck them all.  Most husbands don't give me any shit.  I suggest you
keep cool too.  Mr. Morrison wasn't in any car accident, if you get my
drift.  I am going to," Yoto began to speak, "no, Mr. Adzuki, you do
not get to speak.  Now what I was saying is that I am going to fuck
your wife whenever I feel like it.  You can watch.  You can never fuck
her before I do.  If you do you will be in car accident," he said
grinding his massive fist into his free hand.

"An you Mrs. Adzuki, you're not going to wear underwear anymore, and
it is time you started getting outfits.  I'll tell you what to buy and
when to wear what I tell you to buy."

And that is how I got to be at the Home Depot at 11:30 at night
looking for strong American men to ravage my body.  Contractors were
often very rough.  They like to tie me up and tear me apart.  The
American men all seemed very sexually violent.  I dressed in the
outfits Carl had suggested and by now I knew what to wear to turn
heads and make men think about fucking.  Not sex, or making love but
fucking.  

So Yoto looked too.  He had accepted his role.  I stood in the masonry
aisle tapping my boot on the floor.  I did not see the man who was
behind me admiring my ass; the thin leather clung to the curves of my
body.  The large gold zipper was practically and invitation to my
pussy.  I wished I had a sign that read "Wants To Be Fucked Hard" that
I could hold.

Yoto noticed the hulking beast leering at my body.  When I ran my hand
over my ass Yoto spoke to the man.

"That's my wife."

"Oh I'm sorry pal, she's beautiful."

"Yes, she is.  I think she would be very attracted to you, sir."   
   
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