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Subject: {ASSM} One Dark and Foggy Night... (MF NC)
Date: Wed, 15 May 2002 13:10:03 -0400
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One Dark and Foggy Night... (MF NC)

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction.  This work is copyright (2002) by 
the author, aka Dick Cummings.  This work may be posted on any web site that 
does not charge for access to this work.  All other rights reserved by 
author, contact at DickCummings@hotmail.com for permission prior to use.  
This work depicts sexual situations and conduct which may be offensive to 
some and / or illegal in some jurisdictions.  The author does not engage in 
or encourage the reader to engage in illegal or unsafe to any participant.  
This work depicts violence in sexual situations.  The author does not engage 
in or encourage the reader to engage in any activity which might be harmful 
to any participant.

Constructive critisism welcome at DickCummings@hotmail.com

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Sonya,

You didn't realize how late it was.  Three a.m., damn, where had the evening 
gone?  You had stopped in to visit a girlfriend, it had been just 8:15 p.m.  
Your friend had offered a glass of wine and the two of you had sat snuggled 
up on opposite ends of the couch, talking about the minor annoyances and 
concerns of the day.  The TV had droned on in the background, sort of a 
white noise, against which you had painted the bleak tapestry of your 
unfufilled desire to be whole, completely submersed in the desires of 
someone who would possess you totally...

Before you knew it, the night had plunged past midpoint and three bottles of 
the wine were gone, as was your friend, lost in a fog of sleepiness and 
drunken stupor.  Oh well, there's not much to do but get on home you 
thought, thankfull that you lived only a few blocks from your friend.  You 
stepped out the front door, pulling your light sweater closer to your large 
breasts as you saw that the city was once again engulfed in a thick blanket 
of fog.  You descended the steps, your pumps making hollow clacking sounds 
as the heels struck first the steps and then the sidewalk.  You turned 
downhill, picking your way carefully to avoid tripping on the uneven 
concrete.  You did not see the shape that stepped from the depths of the 
shadows.  You did not hear my steps as I followed you into the heart of the 
night...

I saw your picture on that web site.  You know the one, where you display 
yourself to the world and ask it to bite you in the ass, tell you what it 
really thinks... I had responded, drawn by your need to be truly known.  And 
you had not responded.  I was enraged by your indifference.  How dare you be 
such a slut yet fail to see that I was what you really needed?  So, I set 
out to find you.  To know you for who you really are.  First some searches 
on the net, tracking your yahoo mail account back to your ISP and then 
finally getting your address by hacking into their account database.  Then a 
few inquiries down through the phone company and I had you, everything I 
needed to know.

Then a quick job came up in SF and I flew in, booking a room in a cheaper 
hotel not too far from where you work.  The job is a simple one and I'll 
finish it in just a few days, with plenty of time to spare.  So I sought you 
out.  A brief stop in your place of business this afternoon confirmed that 
you were there.  I waited on the street, watching casually as people passed 
by, then you appeared, exiting your workplace, turning right and striding 
off with a purpose.  I followed, less than half a block behind you, keeping 
you in sight.  Your ample ass swayed as you walked, then you stopped in a 
small cafe, taking a seat.  I followed and sat at a table off to the side, 
ordering coffee.  You had your supper, a salad and a large sandwich, with 
french fries.  Then you left, leaving a small tip for the waiter.  I fell in 
right behind you and watched as you rambled around the area, peeking in the 
windows of the shops, imagining how you would look in that outfit, or 
perhaps that one.  You used your cell phone a couple of time, getting no 
answer, then finally you stopped in to visit your girlfriend.  I stood in 
the darkness, waiting, knowing that tonight would be my night...

Now we have plunged deeper into the swirling fog, the blocks have melted 
away.  I've grown bolder, treading louder and closer to you.  You hear me 
now, and chilly fingers clutch at your heart.  But there, just ahead, you 
finally see your home.  Just a few yards, you think, just a few yards more.  
Then, I am on you, one hand around your mouth, capping it closed with a 
smooth silk scarf.  The other hand, my right hand, flashes in front of your 
face and you see the dull gleam of a knife.

"Quiet, slut."  I command you, as I steer you into the darkness of an 
alleyway.  You start to struggle, then feel the prick of the point of my 
blade as it traces the outline of your chin.  I pull your arms behind you 
and quickly bind them with nylon tie-wraps, cossed in the small of your 
back.  Then I guide you towards one wall of the alley and press you against 
the drainpipe that is attached to the wall.  Another tie-wrap and you are 
secured to the pipe, your arms bound at the wrists and your wrists bound to 
the pipe.

"No noise or I'll have to gag you, understand?"

You nod your head, and as you do you finally see me.  I stand there, close 
to you and you see my hair is heavy with silver, my blue eyes seem to 
consume you.  You see my lips, framed with a mustache and goatee, also 
almost completely silver.  You see me lick my lips as I look at you.  
Looking further down you note I have a large chest, strong arms, and strong 
legs.  You notices that my crotch seems to be filled with my errection as it 
strains against the fabric that holds it back.

I reach up and stroke your face, gently running the tips of my fingers over 
your cheeks.  Then, without warning, my hands wind themselves in your hair, 
pulling it tight, pulling you forward and down, and you sink to your knees 
before me, tears streaming down your cheeks from the pain.

"Undo my pants." I say.

"I can't, my hands..."

"Stupid slut, use your teeth."

You mouth my crotch, using your tongue to pull the flap of my fly aside, 
then use your tongue and teeth to pull the tab of my zipper down.  As my fly 
opens, my cock stirs and then the head potrudes from the opening, like a 
small snake peeking out at you.

"Go ahead bitch, you know what to do."

You lick and suck me, feeling my dick grow even harder as you submit to this 
situation.  Then I tell you to stop.  Reaching behind you I cut the ties and 
then with the knife once again at your throat you are forced to turn, facing 
the wall on your knees.  And again you are bound to the drainpipe, this time 
on your hands and knees in the grime of the alley.

You feel a slight pressures, sharp against your backbone, as my knife slices 
away your sweater and blouse.  Slit completely from neck to tail, they fall 
aside, leaving your back bare except for the straps of your bra.  Snip, 
Snip, Snip and the bra flutters to the ground under you, clinging for a 
moment to the damps swells of your tits before releasing to the ground.

I reach around you and my hands knead the mounds of your tits, that swing 
penduluously toward the ground.  My knuckles squeeze your nipples, making 
them burn.  And then my knife returns to its work, quickly slicing away your 
skirt and underpants.  Now you kneel trembling before me, nude except for 
your stockings and shoes.  My hands move to your ample ass, squeezing the 
globes, then quickly turning them red with stinging slaps.

My right hand moves between your thighs, the tips of my fingers dancing on 
your bare cunt lips, plunging briefly between them to scoop up your slick 
cunt juice and then spread it thickly all over your pussy.  My thumb and 
forefinger seek out your clit and stroke it, forcing it to stand forth from 
the hood.  Then I pinch it, twisting and squeezing, as my other hand 
suddenly plunges two fingers deep into your cunt.

"What do you want, slut?"

"No,...."

"Say it!" and I pull my fingers from your gash, pushing deep into your back 
orifice.

"Fuck me...." you stammer.

And my cock plunges into your cunt, to the hilt in one thrust.  My hands 
pull your ass cheeks open to allow me deeper penetration.  I fuck you 
harshly and you begin to come.  Then, without warning, I pull from your cunt 
and slam my dick home in your asshole.  You moan loudly, and I reach up, 
grabbing your hair from behind and pull your head back.

"Shut up, slut, or I'll break you neck."

And then I come, exploding deep in your ass.  I pump my cock in you a few 
more thrusts, then I pull it out.  It makes a plopping sound as it leaves 
the tightness of your anal spincter.

"Here, clean me."  I say as I present my soiled cock to your lips.  Repelled 
at first, you begin to lick me clean once I grab your ears, twisting them...

My cock is aching, my bladder is full from the long night waiting for your.  
Suddenly I can't hold it any longer and my piss begins to flow.  I pull from 
your mouth and the stream arches up in the air, falling in golden yellow 
drops across your hair and down your back.  You writhe and spin under the 
flow and it coats your tits and tummy...  And as the stream hits your clit 
you explode in your own orgasm, cumming and realizing that you too are 
pissing and that the piss is forming a puddle between your legs and under 
your ass.

I wipe my cockhead across your face, cleaning the last drops and then tuck 
it back into my pants.  Brushing your cheek gently with my fingertips I lean 
down and and whisper in your ear...

"Next time you'd better write back."

You watch as I turn and slip into the thickness of the silver fog that glows 
with the coming of morning, as you lie quivering in the filth and darkness 
of the alleyway.


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