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Subject: {ASSM} Home Depot Pt3 (MF, cuckold, cons, nc)
Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 17:10:02 -0500
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Home Depot Pt 3
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- MF, cuckold, cons, nc-

Part 3

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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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"I am just going to jump the shower Jake.  So I'm sure I won't hear
you at all."

Jake is the reason I walk the aisles of Home Depot looking for
contractors now.  They all seem to have some kind of animal 

pent up inside them.  They all seem interested in banging tiny women.

I was still a little woozy from Tony's tongue when Jake opened the
bathroom door and walked in to my steamy shower.  I 

gasped, acting surprised.  He merely pushed my head to his stiffening
cock.  I was on my knees and swallowing him in seconds. 

 Carl's huge cock was now merely big.  This man's thick pole was now
huge.  I began licking him up and down trying to gauge 

his size.  I was astonished.  It seemed unreal.  He pulled me up off
of his cock.  I was terrified he was going to impale me 

with it.  I was not ready for him yet.  Instead he flipped my tiny
5-foot frame upside down and began licking and sucking me 

so expertly that I was unable get my mouth around his now fully erect
sex.

My hips ground into his face sending me into a wild orgasm.  I was
already light headed now with all the blood in my head and 

his amazing tongue and his gorgeous meat and his tongue... I lost it;
I blacked out.  I came to with cold water on my face 

and chest.

"Man, Mika, you do need it bad."  With that he picked me up in his
massive arms and slammed his massive shaft into my creamy 

mess nearly splitting me in two.

"Uunngh! AAAHHH!  Oh shit! Ohmygodhelpmeohmygodicantyouohgod!"  I was
babbling as he went deeper than Carl destroying me.  He 

was breaking me physically and mentally.  Hot waster splashed
everywhere as he abused my body.  He was squeezing a bottle of 

conditioner onto the vee our bodies formed at our hips and he kept
slamming himself into me.  I was tattered inside.  I felt 

like I was going insane.  I couldn't think.  I was having trouble
breathing.  I was cumming.  I was screaming.  I was 

breaking inside and out.  My legs slipped off of him.  He was just
forcing me onto his gigantic pole and my little body 

flailed helplessly.  I realized that I was passing out again.  I could
not take him.  It seemed like only minutes had gone 

by.  I was still cumming.  He was pounding me.  Everything was moving.
The water on me.  The drain.  Out.

I came to on the shower floor he was draining his huge meat on me.
His cum was as hot as the shower water.  He was talking 

to me.  I was having a really hard time understanding him.  His words
seemed to be miles away.  Finally I began to make out 

what he was saying.

"Mika.  Mika!  You have to stop passing out.  Are you OK?"

"Uh huh.  You have the biggest cock I ever saw.  I, no one has ever
done this to me.  You can, I can't handle you.  I, you're 

so huge."

He picked me up and took me to my bed.  I was still shower soaked.  He
put me on the covers and spread my bruised legs and 

began to grind his fat tongue into my pussy, humming on my clit.  My
hips immediately began to hump his face.  My body was 

working for him now.  I was physically exhausted.  I felt myself float
away from my body it was if I had died.  I could see 

Jake's tremendous body ravaging my tiny body.  I was writhing in
ecstasy, shaking at times.  He moved his mouth to my tits 

and worked them with his teeth and lips.  He would pull away and I
would arch my back to get to his mouth.  I weighed nothing 

to him.  He could move me anywhere.  Without much movement he slid his
rock hard cock into my sore pussy lips, but instead of 

spiking me mercilessly he slid himself in gently.  He eased himself up
to the back of my cunt.  And then he began to saw in 

and out of me barely passing that point.  He was fucking me like a
piston.  The width of his cock alone was taking my breath 

away but his control was driving me towards an orgasm the likes of
which I'd never experienced.

Yoto never made me cum.  The loss of control I felt when Carl was
banging me into submission was the most exhilarating 

experience of my life.  Tony's tongue was very nice this afternoon but
this man Jake was bringing me to a new level of sex.  

Jake was working on me.  He was making sure that I was taken care of.
He was not interested solely in hearing me scream.  In 

forcing me to make admissions during a torturous sexual encounter.  He
wasn't breaking me, as he had just done in the shower. 

 He was giving me orgasms.  He was allowing me to cum.  He wasn't
exactly making love to me, but giving me sex.  He was 

giving me a gift no man had yet.  I could feel the orgasm building
inside of me.  His mechanical thrusts were getting deeper 

but not painfully so.  He was masterfully fucking me.  The orgasm tore
though my body.  I nearly bucked his massive body off 

of me.

I sat panting pushing myself up on my elbows.  I was smiling.  I
looked at him.  I moved towards him to kiss him.  He kissed 

me for a long time.  We caressed each other and nuzzled for an hour.
He seemed to realize that he had a lot of work to do 

and stood up abruptly.

"Mika, I will see you tomorrow, at ten.  Mika, can you wear something
sexy?"

"Oh I will.  I will make you cum in the doorway master Jake."  

I was beaming from the awesome sex I had with Jake.  Yoto came home
from work and he knew I had been with someone.  He was 

frustrated and he shoved me violently.  I was not a match for Yoto
physically so I attacked him in the only way I knew how.  

I began masturbating as he lay next to me in bed.  I trapped my clit
between my middle and ring finger and rubbed furiously 

until I was soaking the bed.  Even though my ass sore I fingered it
too.  Yoto was angry.  He knew I'd spent the day getting 

fucked.  His vision of Carl fucking me until I was a drooling mess was
burned into his mind's eye.  It must have caused him 

hours of torment watching Carl, so young and strong, bring me to an
orgasm on command.  Now I was bringing myself to a loud, 

wet orgasm as I fucked myself with my fingers.  Panting and exhausted
I rolled away from him.  I saw him staring at my ass in 

the reflection in the alarm clock.  He was too frightened to touch me
since Tony Morrison's "accident" a few months ago.

The next morning I was expecting Carl to give me my 7 o'clock fucking
and then I was expecting Jake at 10 o'clock.  Carl did 

not show up.  I ran upstairs to look out my bedroom window to see if
Claire was getting fucked first.  She was still tied up 

hanging limply in her latex Catwoman suit.  I quickly threw on some
sweats and ran over to her house.  I was afraid Carl had 

killed her.  Or worse Tony had.  The front door was locked, which was
odd in our gated development, but the back door was 

not.  I ran upstairs, still sore from Jake.  When I got to her bedroom
she was awake.  

"Oh my God I thought..."

"Please get me down."

I undid her wrists and she collapsed.  I tried to pull her to the bed
but she was too heavy for me.  I laid her on the floor. 

 She was stunning in her black rubber catsuit.  I touched her, running
my hands over her body.  She rolled over and I saw the 

blood caked on her shining ass.  Carl's reaming had been more brutal
that I'd thought.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No.  I need to sleep.  Did Carl fuck you yet?"

"No, I haven't seen him."

"God, maybe he'll leave us alone today.  Maybe he'll fuck his
girlfriend."

"I hope so.  Let me get you out of this thing," I offered as I peeled
the thick latex off of her arms.  She helped a little.  

Her arms were asleep from being tied up.  Her heavy tits were sweaty.
I stole a kiss on her nipple.

"We should do that someday Mika.  You are so beautiful.  But please I
feel spent, used."

I finished pulling the suit off of her weakened body.

"Why didn't Tony get you down?"

"He fucked me.  He was on fire.  I guess Carl was making me say awful
things.  That turns him on."  I recorded that 

information.

She fell asleep quickly but I was worried for her.  Her ass was caked
in blood.  Carl seemed to be fucking her very hard from 

my window vantage point and she was screaming her head off while I was
in her kitchen sucking her husband off.  I felt very 

horny having touched her the way I did.  At 5-foot 9 she was a large
woman and she outweighed me by at least 50 pounds.  

Clair was not fat she was large and I was tiny.  I couldn't help but
think what it would be like to see Jake attack her 

gorgeous body.  But today Jake would be mine.  I couldn't stop
thinking of ways I wanted to please him.  A thousand thoughts 

ran through my mind.  One of them was; where was Carl?

Had Tony gotten it done?  Was Carl in hospital somewhere?  Was he in
great pain and agony?  Was he dead?  I had so many 

thoughts running through my head as I showered, vigorously cleaning
myself for Jake.  After the shower I began rubbing myself 

with oils so that I would be soft for him, so that my scent would
allure him.

I pulled my white stockings over my knees and adjusted the seams so
that they went up the back of my legs perfectly.  I put 

on my white leather thigh high boots with the spiked heels, giving me
5 more inches.  I smoothed my sheer white dress over my 

body; it too was essentially a stocking.  Boots drove men crazy.
Finally I pulled my satin opera gloves over my hands up to 

the middle of my biceps.  Carl liked when he had access to my "fuck
holes" but I still had clothes on.  Was Carl really out 

of the way?

I looked myself over in the mirror.  Despite my entire summer being
spent indoors underneath Carl I was tan and the white 

boots and sheer clothing contrasted beautifully.  I left my hair down.
That was something else Carl had insisted on.  Now it 

seemed unnatural to put it up.  Only a few weeks had passed since Carl
began working on me and already there were major 

changes in me.  The doorbell rang.  I took each step carefully as I
made my way downstairs to the door.  Even though I knew 

it was Jake I looked through the peephole on my front door, it was
Jake.

I opened the door and he smiled a wide smile.  Before he could grab me
I dropped to my knees and he shut the door.  I 

immediately began sucking him off.  In an instant I guessed he must
have been 10 inches long and at least half that wide.  

His cock is beautiful.  Not at all like Carl's, whose cock is pointy
at the top, grotesquely fat around the middle and shaven 

at the base.  Carl seemed gigantic compared to Yoto's little penis.
Compared to Jake though Carl was merely big.  I tried to 

fit him in my throat but it just seemed impossible.  Jake made
everything possible that day.  He exploded in my mouth and I 

ate his hot cum.

When we went upstairs he asked me to brush my teeth, I did, he
disrobed in my bedroom.  He had one hand on his member and the 

other hand was waving me to come to him.  I was ready to be
penetrated.  He snapped my dress up over my hips as he slid me 

onto his huge meat.  He was careful again.  Easing himself inside me.

"Mika, you look amazing."

"Thank you master Jake."

He smiled, "God, you are so tight."

"You are too big for me master Jake," I said, thickening my accent.
Whenever I was with Carl and he was pounding me my 

accent would come through heavier.  I even screamed in Japanese once.
Jake would have me screaming in tongues today.

Jake walked me to the bed, each step he took felt incredible as I
bounced on his shaft.  He laid me gently on the bed and 

began sawing inside of me.  I was moaning lightly.  Then he pulled out
and rammed himself deep into me.  I screamed.  Again.  

Again I screamed.

"What are you doing?"

"You like it a little rough don't cha honey?"

"Yes master Jake," and I began to take him in one vicious thrust after
the next.  He wasn't trying to hurt me but he was.  As 

he began a more insistent pace I realized I did like getting it this
way.  Jake knew how to do it though.  He wasn't just 

making me scream in pain.  He was giving me orgasms not beating them
out of me.  His powerful thrusts were taking my breath 

away as he crammed his huge cock into my small hole.  The outfit
seemed to be driving him crazy.  Every time he looked at my 

helpless body underneath him he rammed it in harder, deeper.  

"Oh you fucking bitch, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," he
announced while doing it.  My legs were snatched up by my 

ankles and he rammed himself into me pounding me into a wild,
thrashing orgasm.  It was true I liked it rough.  I like being 

fucked.  I wanted huge men to abuse me.  I am a slut.

He ripped his huge tool out of me leaving me feeling hollow inside.
He flipped me over and pulled me to him, I was terrified 

he was going plunge my ass.  Instead he spiked me from behind
weakening me completely.  He held me up by my hips and fucked 

me without any mercy like he had afforded me yesterday.  The outfit
was making him a monster, a beast.  I could do nothing as 

he railed on my tiny body.  I could mouth no words, I grunted like a
beast.  My tongue was hanging out of my mouth drool 

soaking the bed.  As relentless as he was on me I was still enjoying
the sex, I was cumming.  He wasn't just hurting me like 

Carl.

He pulled out again; slapping my ass with his huge wet stick.

"Oh man.  Whew!  Oh bitch, you got me so hot.  Are you drooling?"  He
asked, smiling.  "I ain't ever fucked a bitch so hard 

she drooled."

With a thunderous fury he began again.  Driving his huge dick into my
spread lips.  I could only hope to remain conscious as 

I was fucked beyond my ability to reason.  Four years of university
seemed to be whisked away as Jake drove into me, draining 

my head of all cognizant thought.  Cumming was my only imperative.

Jake did me for at least an hour more.  I was on top, on my back, on
my knees, on my stomach, facing him, facing away from 

him.  I was so thoroughly exhausted that when he pulled out of me I
just lay there on the bed.  I was still dressed although 

I was soaked in sweat, his and mine.

"At least you didn't pass out this time," he said taking his beautiful
body to the shower.  I fell asleep, deeply.

Yoto came home and awoke me.  I was still lying on the bed on my
stomach.  The sheets were stained between my legs as Jake's 

hot cum had been leaking out of my still gaping pussy and my lipstick
and drool was by my mouth.

"Who did this?"  Yoto demanded.  "Carl is in the hospital!  He has
been there since last night.  Who are you fucking now, 

whore?"  Yoto was enraged and he pulled me over onto my back by
throwing my leg to one side, my body simply followed.

"Look at you!  You have been fucked!  By who?  By who?"

I was still dazed.  I would have normally told him to mind his own
business but I was still weak from the intense pounding 

Jake had given me.  Yoto jumped on top of me.  With Carl in the
hospital Yoto could touch me.  He tore at my dress wildly and 

sucked my nipples.  There was great anger in his actions.  He was
raping me.  I was not responding though.  I simply lay 

there, too tired to care.

Yoto took his pathetic excuse for manhood and shoved into my sex.
Except for his slight body weight I did not feel him.  He 

furiously thrusted but it was nothing to me.  He hit my sore clit
several times and the groans that those brushed encounters 

made got him hot.  I could tell by the way he was breathing.

"Oh God Yoto, you are killing me," I deadpanned.  He came in a hot
liquid stream all over my stomach.  I think he meant to 

get my face.  I still did not move.  Yoto left me and went to shower.

I began to contemplate the world without Carl.

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