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Subject: {ASSM} Story: "Imagine............." (M/f/m, cuckold, humiliation, anal)
Date: Thu,  7 Mar 2002 23:10:10 -0500
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                              Imagine the Master by Sybian  

                               (C) 2001  by  Sybian1@aol.com 
All rights reserved.  No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or
by any electronic means, including photocopying, recording or by any
information and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author.

Imagine her, your wife of so many years, allowing this man to slide his
cockmeat into her ass. You begged her for years to let you fuck her there but
she never would so you stopped asking. Imagine her dressed in a black satin
corset, charcoal stockings and black patent leather "fuck-me" pumps, on her
knees, on a hotel bed, her French-tipped fingers digging into her fleshy ass as
she pulls herself apart for this man. Imagine her moans as he forces the
bulbous purple head of his tool beyond her sphincter, "Please Master, fuck my
ass, fuck my big whore's ass, please, please.........." Imagine sitting in the
corner of the room, silent, your tiny boy-cock twitching, as the mother of your
children becomes a slut for this man. As he slowly works his thick, heavily
veined shaft into your mates tight, dark forbidden region, your hand reaches
for your pathetic thing. "Don't you dare!", he hisses at you. Frightened, you
draw back your hand and mumble, "Sorry, Master."
Imagine as the large, muscular man continues to slide his engorged length into
your wife's bowels as her panting, fevered moans once again fill the nearly
dark room; "Oh my God, fuck me, fuck my ass, I can't believe....... oh shit, I,
I,..........shit, fuck,.....this is what you wanted,......oh.........oh........
right, hon, right, this is it......., your, your......oh fuck......your
fantasy?"

Imagine him turning to you and grinning, ordering, "Answer your wife," as he
finally gets his whole rod buried deep within your bride's ass. 
Imagine muttering, "Yes, yes, this is what I wanted" as the Master begins to
slide his man's meat in and out of your beloved's virgin ass as her moans of
passion fill the room, now just a willing receptacle for this powerful man's
prodigious load of hot seed.

Imagine now as the Master pumps his thick tool in and out of your wife's
willing ass. You sit in the corner in wonderment at how this man has turned
your wife into a whore. He orders her to reach beneath herself and rub her clit
as he pounds into her. "Thank you, Master, thank you," she screams as her hand
finds the swollen stalk, furiously rubbing now, seeking climax. Imagine his
hands grabbing her meaty ass flesh, as you watch as the full length of him
disappears into her brown sheath and then reappears again, faster and faster.
He turns to you and without missing a stroke, sneers, "Want to see your slut
wife cum? Want to see how a real man brings your poor, wanting bitch an orgasm?
Want to watch as I dump my load into her big ass? Answer me!"
"Yes, Master," you whisper, and then hoping to please him say, "Please let me
watch my slut wife cum."
"That's a good boy," he laughs, and then staring down at your wife as she
savagely rubs herself, her hand a blur, a low guttural moan now escaping from
her heavily painted lips, he orders, "Your husband wants to watch you cum for
Master. Cum now, bitch. Cum now! CUM YOU FUCKIN' WHORE, CUM NOW!!!!
"Oh, God........fuck, fuck...shit.......I'm..........I'm........ I
don't believe.......fuck me, fuck
me......yes.......more.............hon,I'm.........I'm...........," as the
first waves of orgasm ripple through her, her screams of pleasure fill the
hotel room. 
Imagine watching the Master's leather trussed, overly large, shaved sac heave
as he too is climaxing, pumping
his searing hot man juice into your bride's bowels. You silently pray that he
will be kind enough to allow you to drink of his seed from her well-fucked ass
when he is through with her. You manage to momentarily draw your attention from
this extraordinary erotic spectacle to gaze at your boy-dick and notice that it
is dripping viscous fluid. A chill overtakes you as you hope this doesn't anger
Master.

Imagine this man, your wife's lover, your Master, as he slowly, maddeningly
slowly, withdraws his organ from deep within her. You stare in awe, wondering
to yourself how different your life would've been if you had possessed such a
cock. As he finally reveals the big mushroom head of it, a long thread of thick
jism drips from the tip to pool with your wife's girl-juice on the sheet. Your
wife collapses on the bed, whimpering, silently sobbing a whispered
incantation. You strain to make out the words. 
"I've never cum before. My first time. Oh my God, thank you, thank you," she
repeats in an other worldly voice, over and over. Can it be? Your 38 year old
bride has never had an orgasm? You shudder as the reality of it overtakes you.
Had that been acting all those years? You cast you eyes downward, ashamed at
how gullible you've been. Your eyes fall upon your small stiff appendage, it
mocks your shame with it's excitement, leaking as it is, begging for release.
Imagine him bending, taking your wife's broad ass in his strong hands and
kneading the jellied flesh, covering her behind with soft kisses, all the while
softly whispering to her, "It's okay, darling, you needed to cum so badly.
Master is so happy that you've given him this pleasure. Master hopes there will
be many more times, he has so much to teach you."

He raises to his full height and barks, "Look at me, little man," and you
comply, not daring to anger him, afraid that he might leave. You stare at his
thickly muscled form, but your eyes are drawn immediately to his crotch where
his cockmeat is waving menacingly in front of him, still hard. He wears some
manner of black leather harness, a ring at the base of his shaft and a thong
which forces his heavy sac out in a lewd manner.
"I've given my whore, your wife, her first orgasm. Now she'll never be
satisfied with you, not exactly what you had in mind when you first wrote me,
huh?"
"No, Master," you whisper.
He reaches down to the bed, and as he whispers in her ear, helps your wife, his
whore, to her feet.
Standing behind her, he wraps his huge arms across her chest as he speaks,
"Look at her. She's a magnificent slut, isn't she?"
Your eyes devour her tightly corseted form, lingering on her dark legs, encased
in nylon, pulled taught by the garter straps. As your eyes fall on her 6 inch
stiletto heels your attention is brought back upward. The Master is nuzzling
her neck and his hands have found her breasts, pushing them together, squeezing
them, plying the stiff nipples with his thumbs.

Imagine now that he whispers to your wife and she giggles, and then her
countenance changes quickly, becoming dark as she speaks to you.
"Do you know what I have in my ass, dear husband?"
"Yes," you reply, embarrassed and excited at the same time.
"Well, what?", she suddenly barks.
" The Master's cum," you whisper.
"That's right," she says. "And what do you think I should do with it?", now
giggling.
"Please let me drink it," you whisper, hoping your reply is correct.
"Good boy!", she laughs. "And because we have the very best Master in the whole
world, he's going to allow it," gasping now because the man has found her cunt
lips with his finger and is lightly stroking her.
"What do you say, my husband?"
"Thank you, Master," once again bowing your head, glimpsing your boyish tool
betraying your excitement.

Imagine the Master, standing before you, his powerful arms folded across his
massive chest, his blood engorged tool pointing at you like an accusatory
finger, shaming you for your passions. He sneers through clenched teeth, "Stand
up," and you do, disbelieving that you have found yourself alive in one of your
masturbatory fantasies.
Imagine standing before him, hands at your sides, head bowed, as your wife
kneels beside him in her whores garb, licking and sucking his fingers like a
dog, running her hands over his big thighs.
"Your wife tells me that your fantasy is to swallow another man's cum from her,
after she's been fucked. That you talk about this while attempting your feeble
lovemaking. Is this correct"? still sneering.
"Yes, Master," you whisper.
"Yes, Master what, you shit"! He barks.
"Yes, Master, I dream of drinking another man's cum from my wife after she's
been fucked," hoping again that your reply is correct.
"That's more like it. And lucky for you that I have found your wife so pleasing
this evening, it's put me in a rare benevolent mood. Now get on the floor, on
your back, MOVE!!! he shouts, and you comply quickly, almost tripping as you
scramble to lay down on the worn hotel carpet, waiting.

Imagine him helping your wife to her feet, helping her gain her balance in the
six inch heels. As he reaches to insert a finger into her fuckhole he says to
her, "Darling, I want you to kneel with your ass over his mouth, and keep your
amazing asshole tight for me, I don't want you spilling a drop of what you have
there."
As he expertly moves his finger in and out of her cunt, you can here the
squishing as your wife attempts to reply between fevered gasps, "Yes, my
Master,.......oh.........I won't........oh...I won't.......I promise not to
spill.....God...oh my.........a drop of your precious load!" 

He releases her and you watch her walk to you, drinking in her slutty beauty,
enhanced by the heavy makeup she's put on to please this man.
She turns and straddles your chest, the spikes of her shoes just inches from
your stare and she begins to lower herself. You watch as the garter straps dig
into her flesh, growing taut with her exertions. You gaze up at her pouty,
swollen cunt lips, the juices of her arousal glistening, almost dripping from
her. The Master offers his hand to help her balance herself in this awkward
position, as he straddles your thin legs, facing her now. Soon the cleft of her
ass is touching your nose, and he has her move forward just a bit, so that her
brown hole, hidden from you by her meaty globes, is just over your mouth.
Imagine being almost delirious with lust, wondering what it is about you that
finds this humiliation so exciting, like nothing you've ever experienced before
as he speaks, "Ready, babe? Good girl. Now give me your right hand and reach
around to your ass with your left. That's it. Good. When I tell you to, pull
that extraordinary ass of yours open and push Master's seed out into his
mouth."
"Are you ready, little boy?", he laughs.
"Yes, Master, I'm ready to receive a superior man's load into my hungry mouth,"
doing your best to please him.
"Isn't he a good husband, Master"? You hear your bride say before her words are
choked off by the unmistakable sound of his cock entering her mouth.
"He's very good, you're lucky to have found such a fellow to marry" he says as
he starts fucking your wife's face. "And if he begs he'll get his reward," he
groans now from the pleasure of her warm mouth.
"Please, Master, I beg you, I need to drink your cum from my wife's ass, please
allow me to drink of you," you stammer, hoping he'll be pleased. 
Imagine opening your mouth wide in anticipation and dread.
"Now, let him have it. Go ahead, open yourself and fill his mouth," he orders.
And with that a torrent of hot, greasy man-juice explodes from your wife's
asshole, almost choking you. You keep your mouth open as the congealed slime
fills your throat. You try not to choke as you start to swallow, as another
man's seed fills your belly, seed from your loving wife's ass, where this man
has deposited it minutes ago. 

Imagine this scene. Your wife of fifteen years, crouching over your face,
forcing another man's semen out of her bowels into your greedy mouth as that
same man holds her head and runs his rock hard tool in and out of her throat.
This picture in your mind excites you like you've never been excited before,
your small balls ache with desire and you know that the smallest touch to your
pitiful dick would cause it to shoot. As the last of your wife's lovers jism
slips past your lips you hope you have pleased him enough that he will allow
you release.

"Was that good wimp?", he laughingly questions you, "Was eating a real man's
load from your wife's ass everything you imagined it would be?" gasping now,
he's enjoying the wetness of her mouth, holding tightly to her head and ramming
in and out of her face, his big sac bouncing off her chin as she struggles to
accommodate his full length in her throat.

Imagine the Master as he orders your wife to rub her sopping cunt against your
mouth and imagine his orders to you; "Eat your slutwife's cunt for me while I
fuck her mouth, that's it.....good......clean her ass with your tongue for
me.....good, that's it......now eat her hot cunt......good boy!", toying with
you because he knows you crave the humiliation.

Your wife is moving her big, womanly backside along your face as you struggle
to service her; just as you manage to get your tongue near her asshole she
moves her bloated cunt lips into place over your mouth. You suck on what you
find there but she again moves forward so her slick brown hole drips a final
drop of the Masters seed on your face. You slurp at her like a man possessed,
because you are, possessed by this nasty erotic scene that you've willingly
become part of.

Imagine her straddling your face as you struggle to please her, as this man
fucks her whore's mouth, faster and faster. He's close now because you hear
him, "Ready for your Owner's cum, darling?", he asks her, and something about
him calling her that tugs at your heart. "Your mouth is so hot and wet,
sweetheart....oh shit.....you're such a whore...mmmmmmmm....what a good
cocksucker you are, baby, Master is so pleased.......I know taking a real cock
down your throat after all the years of that little thing would be rough for
you but you've really done well......shit,fuck,shit......I'm so close now
lover........", He's fucking her mouth at a furious rate now and she's rubbing
her ass and cunt on your mouth and face just as furiously. Suddenly a clear
liquid starts to pour from her, covering your face, almost drowning you with
it's volume and suddenness. You struggle to drink her ejaculate, wondering how
this was possible, but knowing that this was just one more in a night of firsts
for you both. 

Imagine now as the Master explodes in orgasm, pumping another boiling load of
his jism into the mother of your children, this time down her throat. "That's
it, baby.........oh, yea...mmmmmm, so fuckin' good....that's it, that's
it.........drink your Masters cum........good girl, that's my good li'l cum
dump..........mmmmmmmmmmm......tastes good, huh baby?" 
You can just make out her muffled affirmative reply because his thick rod is
still filling her throat as he pumps the last of his load into her hungry
mouth.

As she continues to grind her pussy into your mouth you struggle not to
suffocate, the colorless liquid still issuing forth from her drenching you in
her passion. "Oh, Master, thank you, thank you for allowing me to suck your
cock. God, it's such a big gorgeous cock!" she exclaims as she rubs the sticky
head of it all over her face, covering his manhood with kisses, worshipping the
staff of this man.

He pulls away from her and grabbing her under the arms, brings her to her feet.
She is unsteady, both from her arousal and the 6 inch heels she is teetering
on. You look up in time to see him gather her close to him, as they still both
straddle your prone form. He kisses her deeply, his strong hands gripping her
ass tightly, pulling her towards him. You look between their legs, towards your
feet, to glimpse your sorrowful appendage twitching and leaking, mocking you
both by it's lack of length and girth. You console yourself by thinking that at
least your wife has experienced a big man and that her happiness is your
happiness. But you wish you could at least cum, that would make all of this
easier to take. Your feelings of shame and humiliation mix with the most
powerful arousal, and you wonder if they are one and the same.

Imagine the Master as he speaks to your wife, "You need to have your cunt
fucked now, don't you slavegirl?" They both step over you and walk to the bed,
as if you weren't even there. 
"Yes, Master, please, please, I would love to feel you in my fuckhole. I've
never taken a real man there before," she giggles.
You watch silently, still laying on the dirty hotel carpet, straining to keep
them in your field of view. 
Your wife lays down on the bed, spreading her nylon encased legs, offering
herself to this man. She takes each of her swollen cunt lips in her fingers and
stretching them to their limits says, "Please Master, fuck your slut, please. I
know I am not worthy of taking a cock like yours into me, but please, look at
me, I'm begging you, fuck me in front of my poor husband."
The Master stands at the foot of the bed, his semi-erect manmeat hanging like a
veiny hose, a thin line of jism hanging off the tip.
He crosses his big arms across his massive chest and smirking, asks her, "How
will you make me hard again, any ideas?"
Suddenly she rockets up, sitting on her haunches, while saying, excitedly, "Oh
yes, my Master! I have a great idea. Let my husband prepare you for me. I'd
love to watch him take you in his mouth. And when you're good and hard he can
guide you into me, please Master, please?"
You can't believe what you are hearing from her, the newly elected President of
the PTA. You flush with embarrassment and excitement, the thought of finally
feeling what it would be like to suck a cock outweighing the embarrassment of
doing it to a man who will then fuck your wife in front of you. And such a
cock. you watch as your wife lovingly handles it, lifting it like a heavy
weight, her small hand barely encircling it. She's staring into his eyes with
an expression of lust and awe as she rubs the wet tip of his tool on her tits,
repeating over and over like a child,"Please Master, please. Can't we do that?
Please, Master, I'll do anything you want if you'll allow that."

Laughing a deep, throaty laugh he says to her, "Of course, my darling. Master
only wants his slave to be happy. And if that's what will bring you happiness
than you shall have it. Besides, your husband contracted for total humiliation
and I can't think of a better way for him to have that," as he turned to you on
the floor and ordered, "Stand up and get over here. Kneel before me and start
to please your wife. You heard her, she wants you to make her Owner nice and
hard for her fucking. Now get moving!"

Imagine as you hurriedly regain your feet and run across the room, you notice
that your little penis erect isn't even half the length of the Master's flaccid
one. You kneel at the foot of the bed, facing him and your wife orders you
"Open!" and you do, opening your mouth wide and closing your eyes as your wife
of fifteen years, the mother of your children, places the Master's cockmeat in
your mouth.............

sybian1@aol.com

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