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Subject: {ASSM} Lovegirls, Chapter 1, My first Story (Intro, Mf Oral)
Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2001 21:10:03 -0500
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Foreword:
A year ago I posted a sample of my writing to usenet and asked for
feedback.  I never turned it into a story, but I wanted to try again. 
This is my first attempt at a real story.  I am motivated to do this
mostly because most of what I read sucks and it's hard to find people
that are both good perverts and good writers.  If you like what you
see, or if you have good feedback for me, I encourage you to email me.
The more feedback I get, the more likely I will write a second
chapter. I am trying to make this an interesting story beyond the sex,
so if you're impatient you might not like it. Thanks, MrBuxx


  Lovegirls
    By MrBuxx (Feedback to: yournewplaymate@yahoo.com)


  Chapter 1


Marco sat in the dimly lit bedroom of the bedroom desperately
clutching an empty bottle of vodka.  He was in a sorry state, his
clothes were filthy, he had uneven patches of stubble strewn across
his face, and his eyes were so bloodshot they looked like they were on
fire.  The room was covered with a fine layer of dust, and trash lay
on the floor in various states of decay as if the sad shadow of a man
on the bed had not moved in weeks.  Raindrops pelted
unenthusiastically against the window pane, and the silhouette of a
barren tree could be seen occasionally when lightning lit the sky.

Gradually, a noise began to pierce through Marco's catatonic state and
bring him forth to reality.  There was a repetitive knocking sound,
three bangs and then silence.  It took Marco a moment to realize what
it was he was hearing, it had been so long since anyone had come to
call upon him.  Slowly he got up and walked slowly toward the door. 
His trembling hand grasped the handle and he pressed his eye to the
peephole, but it was too dark to make out who was on the other side.

"Marco, open the door! I know you're in there, I saw your bedroom
light on!" cried a vaguely familiar voice through the wood.

Marco cracked the door open and asked "Giorgio, is that you?"

"Yes" Giorgio replied, forcing himself inside out of the storm.

"Marco," Giorgio grimaced "What have you done to yourself? You are a
mess!"

Marco examined himself and realized that his brother was right, he
would probably frighten off small children in his current state.

"I have been looking for you for months. I never thought to look for
you here, I thought this place had been condemned!" Giorgio said.

"Which is precisely why I came here" Marco snapped, regretting it
instantly.  "I am sorry Giorgio, but I could no longer face that
world, not since......"

Marco trailed off and sat down absent mindedly.  Almost a year ago he
had been traveling across the country with his wife and daughter when
they had both been killed in a grisly accident.  Marco had escaped
unscathed, physically.  He began to drink a lot, and his clients
pulled their orders one by one until he was destitute. Before the
accident Marco had been a sculptor whose talent began to accrue
international attention, but he was now ruined. A few months ago he
had sold the last of his possessions and fled to an ancient
dilapidated home that sat on land owned by his family.

Giorgio gently took Marco's hand and looked him in the eye. "It is
time to move on my brother, or else this place will consume you."

Giorgio smiled softly and continued "I met a man who can give you a
job.  The work is a little... unusual, but it is a start.  I have rented
a room in town, why don't you come there with me now and get a good
nights sleep.  In the morning we'll get you cleaned up and talk some
more"

Marco sat for several long moments and then nodded reluctantly.  He
understood that his brother was offering him a lifeline, and that if
he refused he wouldn't last much longer.  He had told himself so many
times that he would rather be dead than live without his family, but
some small part of him was still fighting to survive.

Marco and Giorgio went outside to the car and followed the winding
path down the mountain to the small village where Giorgio had rented a
room.  Giorgio put Marco to bed and then made a few phone calls before
crawling onto the couch and nodding off.

When Marco awoke Giorgio was not in the room.  He sat up for a moment
and recalled last night's events, then sleepily headed for the shower.
 When he came out of the bathroom Giorgio was still missing, but there
was a box on the bed with a note attached.  Marco checked the box
first, and found a set of new clothes inside.  He examined the note,
it was from Giorgio and all it said was to get changed and meet him in
the restaurant down the street for lunch at noon.  Marco checked his
watch and found that it was already eleven o'clock.  He got dressed
and walked slowly down the street, examining the items in the windows.
 Marco stopped at a shop that was still closed.  The windows were
barred and curtains obscured the view of the main room, but it was
obvious that the store carried adult items.  Marco continued down the
street a ways and realized something was stuck to his shoe.  He looked
down and saw a pamphlet had become stuck. He peeled it off and looked
at it.

The pamphlet must have come from the adult store, the front showed a
photo of a beautiful girl with blonde hair wearing the skimpiest
lingerie.  The word `Lovegirls' was written across the top in bold red
letters.  Curious, Marco opened it and began to read.  The whole
pamphlet was covered with similar photos of girls of all shapes and
sizes. Each photo was accompanied with a girls name in the same bold
red letters.  In even larger letters at the bottom was the phrase
`Order Yours Today!'

"Order yours today?" thought Marco.  He was intrigued, but he had run
out of time.  He discretely folded the pamphlet up and slipped it into
his pocket and headed for the restaurant.

Giorgio greeted Marco warmly and they enjoyed a nice meal together. 
Giorgio explained that he had met a man who employs sculptors to make
true to life realistic mannequins.  The man owned a factory in a small
town about a two hour drive from where Giorgio lived, and he could
start right away.  Giorgio had explained Marco's situation to him and
he was willing to give Marco a chance.  Marco's specialties had been
figure studies and faces, so this job would be well within his
abilities.  Marco told Giorgio that he would accept the job. Marco
decided this job would be a good opportunity to get back of his feet,
and it allow him to sculpt again, even if it would be within the
confines of strict corporate guidelines.

Marco had nothing to pack so they left right away.  Giorgio paid for
lunch and for the room at the motel and gave Marco enough money to get
by for a few days.  Giorgio explained that Michael, the man who was to
be his employer, was sympathetic to Marcos situation and would put him
up in his guest house until Marco could afford to get his own place. 
The drive took several hours, and when they arrived at Michael's house
the sun was already setting.  They drove into a large stone paved
circular driveway and stopped the car.

The house was an old stone mansion that had been restored.  It was
three stories high and large enough that it would take several minutes
to walk around the circumference.   The roof had a gentle slope and
was covered with rust red shingles.   The manor sat on a huge plot of
land, and Marco saw sculpted hedges, fountains, and flower gardens
extend as far as he could see behind the manor.  Marco also spotted a
small building about a quarter mile away from the manor. He assumed
that was the guest cottage where he would be living.

Giorgio and Marco walked up the large stone steps and rang the front
doorbell.  A few minutes and as Giorgio was about to ring the doorbell
again, the doors swung open.  They were greeted by a strong looking
woman who smiled warmly at them, all the while eyeing them
suspiciously.

"How may I help you?" the woman asked.

Giorgio returned the smile and introduced Marco and himself.  He
explained that Marco was to work for Michael and that he should be
expecting them. She invited them in and showed them to a reception
room.  The woman instructed them to make themselves comfortable and
Mr. White would be with them shortly.

Michael White arrived after a few minutes and greeted them warmly.  He
was just short of six feet tall, and had an average build.  He wore a
neat trim goatee and his hair was a soft brown color.  His clothes
were simple, but well tailored and expensive looking.  He was younger
than Marco had expected, he looked to be in his mid to late twenties.

"Giorgio, wonderful to see you again" he said as he took Giorgio's
hand and shook it.  He turned to Marco and shook his hand as well "You
must be Marco, I'm delighted to meet you.  You're work is truly
astounding, I think you will become a valuable asset to my company"

"Nancy," Michael said, turning toward the woman who had answered the
door earlier "Please bring their things from the car and prepare two
guest rooms for them"

Michael smiled at Marco and said "You can move into the guest cottage
later, tonight you can eat and rest here and we will discuss the terms
of your employment".

They made some small talk about the trip and such and then went to the
dining room for dinner.  Before dinner Michael introduced Marco and
Giorgio to his wife Erika.  She was about five and a half feet tall
with curly blond hair down to her shoulders.  She had a fair white
complexion, soft blue eyes, and a lips and a smile that could only be
called sexy.  She had a strong athletic body and large breasts, Marco
guessed they were about a C cup, but they looked very firm. In fact,
they looked too firm for a girl Michaels age. Marco wondered how old
the girl was, he wouldn't have been surprised to find out she wasn't
even eighteen.

The meal was the best Marco could remember having in months and he ate
until he was stuffed.  Michael held up the half empty bottle of wine
and suggested they go to his study to polish it off and get down to
business.  Erika kissed Michael and left to attend to her own affairs.
 The walls of the study were floor to ceiling bookcases except for one
small section that contained a roaring fireplace.  Leather and cherry
wood furniture sat atop rich embroidered rugs.  Marco and Giorgio sat
next to one another and Michael took a seat at the desk.

"Giorgio has showed me your work, and I am very impressed" Michael
began "I own a mannequin factory, and lately I have had a great deal
of requests for custom orders, mannequins that look like famous models
and celebrities and such.  I need someone who can sculpt the
mannequins for me from photos" Michael handed Marco a folder.  Marco
opened it and found several photos of a lovely young woman in
different poses.

"Do you think you can do that Marco?" Michael asked, and Marco assured
him it would be no problem.

They made some more small talk, discussed compensation, and then went
off to bed.  Michael had not given Marco a specific figure, but told
him that if things worked out he would be generously rewarded.  Marco
and Giorgio were shown to their rooms and quickly fell asleep.

Marco awoke in the middle of the night quite thirsty and looked around
the room for a glass of water.  He stumbled down the hallway, trying
to be quiet when he turned the corner and almost ran right into Erika.

Marco tried to apologize but words evaded him as he looked at her. 
She was wearing a silk bathrobe that was just barely long enough to
cover her tight little ass, and the folds of the robe started parting
just above her waist, making a V shape that just barely managed to
hide her nipples.  Her hair was up and little wisps escaped and
cascaded down her cheeks framing her angelic face.  She smiled at him.

"Er, ..., sorry Erika. I was looking for a glass of water..." Marco
explained.

Erika giggled and motioned for him to follow her.  She led him through
a maze of rooms and hallways to a bathroom and poured him a glass of
water.  Marco took it gladly and quickly swallowed the whole thing.

"Thank you" Marco said to Erika as she took the glass and set it down
on the counter "Why are you up in the middle of the night?"

Erika looked at him thoughtfully. "I wasn't sleepy, and Michael was...
working.  Sometimes I just wander around the house when I can't
sleep."

Marco nodded and tried as hard as he could to keep his eyes on her
face and not all over her exposed body.  Erika blushed a little and
smiled at him.  She looked down at her body and then back at Marco.

"You're an artist, what do you think of my body?" Erika asked him.

Marco was about to answer when she untied the belt and let the robe
slip off her shoulders and onto the floor.  Marco searched for words,
her body was astounding.

"You're beautiful" he said as Erika moved closer to him.

She slipped her hand into Marcos robe and grabbed his already
hardening cock.

"Men always say that" she complained, "but this always tells the
truth"

She looked down at his cock and purred audibly.  

"And from what I see, you think very highly of my body," she giggled
and slowly dropped to her knees.

Marco's head buzzed as she stroked his cock up and down with her hand,
letting her warm breath envelop the tip.  No one had him since his
wife had died.

Before he could protest Ericka slipped the tip into her mouth and
began to suck. She flicked the head with the tip of her tongue and
looked up at Marco to judge his reaction.  Marco's eyes were rolling
into the back of his head and he didn't say a word.

She began to bob her head up and down on his now erect cock, taking in
a little more each time until her nose was buried into his abdomen. 
She sucked hard, his whole cock in her mouth.  She wiggled her tongue
around underneath it and let one of her hands slip down between her
legs.  As her fingers began to slide in and out of her pussy she
moaned, vibrating his cock.

Marco found his hands on the back of her head as she slid her lips up
and down his shaft.  She breathed heavily through her nose as she
slipped her mouth quickly up and down my cock.  I looked down and
watched her fingers teasing herself.  She would just barely touch her
fingers to her skin, tracing her lips and teasing her clit, and then
suddenly slide her fingers in deep and twist them slowly around before
pulling them out and starting over.  The dim light reflected off her
fingers where they were soaked by her juices.

Marco began to breathe heavily, his cock rock hard inside Erika's
mouth.  She took her slippery fingers away from her pussy and slid her
hand between Marco's legs.  She pushed on his inner legs with her
elbows prompting him to spread his legs.  He managed to do spread them
apart and get comfortable again.  He closed his eyes as he felt her
nose pressing against his skin again.

Erika slowly raised her cum soaked index finger up between Marco's
legs.  She smiled and giggled, creating a strange sensation on Marco's
cock.  He opened his eyes and looked down at her just in time to see
her face as she slid the tip of her cum soaked finger into his
asshole.

Marco's cock jumped and he gasped suddenly.  Erika sucked harder as
she wriggled her finger around, inching it inside him.  Marco began to
moan and Erika picked up the pace.  She sucked hungrily at his cock,
letting it slip all the way out of her mouth with a popping noise
before sliding all the way back in again, all the while fucking his
asshole with her finger.

He couldn't hold back any longer.  Marco looked down at Erika and she
read his face instantly.  She slammed her finger deep inside his ass
and pulled her mouth off of his cock, grabbing it with her other hand
and stroking it furiously.  There was a thin strand of saliva trailing
from her sweet lips to the tip of his cock as she stared up at him
hungrily. It was more than he could take.

He closed his eyes and his back arched, all of his muscles tensed as
he came.  Several huge streams of cum shot out of his cock onto
Erika's sweet young face.  She hungrily swallowed the cum that landed
in her mouth and closed her eyes to savor the sensation as the rest of
it dripped down her cheeks and her chin.  Several thick drops fell
onto her firm breasts and erect nipples.  For a while Erika rubbed her
lips and cheeks against Marco's semi-erect cock, smiling.

Marco stood in a daze. He hadn't had sex in over a year and had just
experienced what was the most amazing blowjob in his life.  He barely
noticed as Erika picked up her robe and left the room without a word,
scooping the cum off of her tits with her fingers and licking them
clean.

Marco left the bathroom and went the opposite direction, hoping to
navigate back to his room.  He found his door and started to open it
when he realized he was not in his room.  He saw Michael in the center
of a large bed, energetically fucking his wife.  Marco quickly closed
the door and pondered.  He knew there was no way she could have beat
him here, she had gone in the opposite direction.

Shaking his head, he eventually wound his way back to the bedroom and
fell into a very deep sleep.

(To be continued...)

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