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Subject: {ASSM} Nothing Like Ruby (M/F, bondage)
Date: Mon,  3 Jun 2002 16:10:05 -0400
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NOTHING LIKE RUBY

   Copyright 2001 Jordan Shelbourne

   The week before my twenty-fifth birthday, the air-conditioning broke in
my apartment and my girlfriend Ruby dumped me.  "Every fucking girlfriend
fucking dumps me," I told my friend Sean as we were sitting in an
air-conditioned bar.  "They're all like Ruby."

   "So?" said Sean.  "Your problem is that you're too nice.  Women marry
nice guys but they fuck bad guys.  You got to learn to roughen up around
them.  Take Sherry, for instance."

   "Who is Sherry?" Sean went through girlfriends like toilet paper.

   "Sweet little freak I just started dating.  Turns out she's totally
submissive."

   "God, I don't want to hear this.  Not now."

   "I mean, she'll do anything I ask," he kept telling me between beers. 
"She likes it."

   "Fuck off," I told him again and ordered another round.  "Then why
aren't you home fucking her right now?"

   "She's waiting.  She's tied to the bed and she's fucking waiting." He
smiled drunkenly at me.  "She likes it." That was Thursday.

   My birthday was Sunday and I was now twenty-five years old.  Nobody
called.  No plans.  No friends, it felt like.

   I spent the afternoon at my parents' place--they insisted, they had air
conditioning, and what the fuck, I had no place else to go--but that meant
I was stone-cold sober when I got home after a thrilling game of
three-handed euchre.  I was planning to drown my sorrows.  My apartment was
stifling hot, but I had Stoly and ice cubes in the freezer.

   And I could hear breathing in my apartment.

   My apartment is only slightly larger than a rat's ass, so I moved
carefully across the kitchen.  Like I was going to fight something or
other. The bedroom/living room is past the kitchen, beside the bathroom
door, and the first thing I saw was the trenchcoat puddled in the corner.
Then the rope.  And then her foot.

   The rope was around her ankle and around one of the legs of my bed.  I
flipped on the light and looked at her.

   Lusty body, lots of curves.  Beautiful fleshy tits sagging down her
sides, big nipples, large dark circles around them.  Lots of blonde hair,
dark eyebrows and big dark eyes, blinking in the sudden light.  A ball gag
in what looked like a luscious mouth.

   Good solid legs, spread wide.  Tattoo of Alice on her inner thigh, one
of the Tenniel illustrations.  Delicate patch of pubic hair.  I could see
her inner lips peeping out, gleaming with dampness.  The sheer weirdness of
it had my cock hard.

   There was a folded card beside her waist; maybe it had fallen off her
belly.  It was damp with her sweat.

   I picked it up, opened it.  "Happy 25th, guy.  Use her any way you want.
She likes it.  Sean."

   Uh-huh.  There are gifts, and then there are gifts.  I was thinking of
the kind of gift that could get you in jail for a while.

   I fiddled with the strap on the ball gag for a minute, finally got it
off.

   "Hey," I said.  "What are you doing here?" I didn't ask her name.

   She licked her very luscious lips.  "Whatever you want."

   "Well," I said, and I scratched my head.

   Then I started to untie her.  "What I need to know," I told her, "is
that you're here of your own free will.  I need to know that nobody forced
you to come here.  Did they?"

   "No," she said.  "No, master."

   Well, _that_ put a tingle in my cock.

   "All right.  Then I'm going to untie you and I'm going to stand over by
that wall.  You can leave." I undid the last rope--they weren't tied, they
had clips on them--and walked to the wall.  "If you don't leave," I said,
"I have to warn you that I'm going to use you like a fuckpuppet." And then
I turned my face to the wall.

   I heard rustling and clicking sounds and some squeaking of floorboards.
I counted to a hundred and twenty before I turned around, and she was lying
there on the bed; she'd managed to refasten both legs and get the ball gag
into her mouth.  Her eyes were wide but not scared.

   My mouth was dry, and I swallowed.  "Let's play," I said to her.  She
nodded, and I straddled her to fasten her hands above her head.  My cock
extended down one pant leg and I could feel the heat of her body beneath
me.

   I stroked her hair back from her forehead.  She didn't look a damned
thing like Ruby.  Maybe it was about Ruby, somehow, but this girl was
lovely and different and new, and she wanted whatever I had to give.

   That's pretty fucking sexy.

   I scooted down so I could play with her breasts.  Ruby didn't have
sensitive breasts, didn't understand why I would want to play with them,
and I thought, Fuck Ruby.

   I squeezed her breasts, enjoying the warmth and softness of her skin,
the feel of them, the sensuous weight of them.  I caught her nipples
between my fingers, pinched them, felt her heartbeat in them--and I heard
her moan behind the gag.  I glanced up and her eyes were closed.  I
clutched her breasts, digging my fingernails into them, and felt her
nipples against my palms.  She began to move her hips slightly.

   I moved down farther so I could suck one tit into my mouth, sucking
hard, feeling the pebbly texture of her areola against my tongue, feeling
her soft warm breast scrape over my teeth.  I pulled free with a sucking
sound and saw the nipple all shiny, distended and red, with white marks
where my teeth and lips had been.  Then I did the other.  Her hips moved
more insistently.

   I'd never been with any woman who got off on having her breasts really
worked on.  I began to feel that there was nothing I could do to this girl
that wouldn't feel good to her.

   I bit her breasts, leaving red half-moon marks on the soft white flesh,
and her moans echoed in my bones.

   It took me a moment to move so I could cup my hand over her pussy.  She
was watching me, eagerly.  Beautiful eyes, full of naked hunger, urging me
on.

   I remembered Sean saying, "She likes it," and I grinned.

   I slid my fingers between her pussy lips--she was hot and slick and I
teased her, letting my fingertip slip inside her and then fall out, pushing
to open her wider and wider, rimming her pussy in circles, not sliding my
fingers deeper inside her.  Then I dragged my fingers along the inside of
one thigh, tracing lines in her own pussy juices.

   She smelled fantastic, rich and heady.  I peeled off my shirt and laid
across her for a moment, revelling in skin against skin.  She was slightly
damp, either from my mouth or sweat, I didn't know which.  I dragged myself
back, aware of my five o'clock shadow scraping her ribs and not really
caring.

   I rested one finger on her clit and pressed down, hard, not moving my
finger at all, just letting my weight squeeze it down, and then with my
other hand I began to lightly scratch her neck, starting behind her ear and
tracing lines down down her collarbones.

   If she moved her hips, my finger rocked off her clit and I put it back,
pressing hard.  She started to thrust with her hips pretty fast, moaning,
looking at me and begging with her eyes.  Whatever we were doing together,
it was turning her on like crazy but she couldn't quite come.

   That was fine with me.

   I leaned over her pussy, sucked her clit hard into my mouth and used my
tongue to press it against my teeth.  She whimpered, and then shuddered
when I let it go.

   I looked down at her.  "What do you want?"

   She whimpered around the gag.

   It occurred to me that I'd asked Ruby the same thing a dozen times
before we broke up, when we were breaking up, as she walked out the door.
And that made up my mind.

   "I don't care what the fuck you want," I told her, and I unstrapped the
ball gag.

   "Master," she whimpered, and I could feel my pants tighten on my cock.

   I rubbed her pussy with the smooth hard plastic of the ball gag,
pressing it against her opening, widening her, then pulled it away and
pressed it to her mouth.  "Lick it." She did, tentatively at first, then
eagerly, as I slid my fingers into her pussy.  She gasped as my second
finger went into her, then a third, then a fourth.

   Her pussy made squelching sounds as I worked my hand in and out of her,
as deep as my knuckles.  I pushed extra hard every few strokes and was
rewarded by a gasp.

   It was time to switch tactics.  I stood up and dropped my remaining
clothes on the floor; God, my cock felt huge.  It bobbed in front of me,
hard and swollen, almost like it wasn't part of me at all.  I went into the
kitchen and grabbed the ice cube tray from the freezer, twisted it to crack
the cubes and brought it back in.

   I pulled out one cube; the edges were rough and jagged because I'd
overfilled the tray.  I rubbed the rough edge between her breasts until
cold water trickled down her ribs.

   She still didn't say anything.  Probably expecting me to read her mind.
I straddled her head.  Her breath was hot on my balls.

   "Suck my balls," I told her.  I felt her warm lips close on me, and her
mouth tightened as I rubbed the ice cube between her pussy lips.  She
paused when I pushed the ice cube into her, then began sucking and licking
my balls frantically, making "mmm" sounds.

   Two more ice cubes went into her, and she had to break off sucking my
balls; she lay beneath me, gasping.  I moved my hips and she licked the
base of my cock.  "That's nice," I told her.

   Water was dribbling out of her, down between her asscheeks.  I probed
her asshole with my fingertip, opened her up, then rubbed her lips with
another ice cube.  When I thought the ice was smooth enough, I slid it into
her ass.  Her hips started to tremble.

   "Do you like this?" I asked her.

   "Cold," she murmured.

   "But do you like it?"

   "Fuck, yes," she said.

   "Yes what?"

   "Yes, master." She licked my cock again, as best she could, and writhed
under me.  "So cold...  Oh, master, can I have your hot cock in my cold
pussy, please, please?"

   I didn't know she could say that many words.  I rolled off her, an ice
cube still in my hand, dripping cold water onto her quivering belly.  "What
do you want?"

   "Cock," she moaned.  "Please, please, please, hot cock.  So coooold."

   I held this ice cube against her clit, then sucked on her clit as I
slipped the cube into her pussy.  She moaned again.

   "How many ice cubes can your pussy hold?" I asked her.

   "Ummm...don't know," she said.  "Please?"

   I smoothed the next one off by rubbing it along her neck and over her
nipples, then slipped it in her.  "That's four."

   "Ummmm," she said.

   "I've got seven more."

   "Please fuck me, master."

   This ice cube went in even easier.  Her pussy was cool to my touch, so I
slid my tongue in, which made her squeal and thrust her hips.  One of the
ice cubes popped out, so I slid it into her ass instead.  She writhed on
the bed.  There was a huge fucking damp spot under her.

   "Five," I repeated as I slid another ice cube into her pussy.  She
whimpered and turned her head from side to side.  I could see her hands
clenching into useless fists.

   I couldn't help it.  I laid my cock along her pussy, the smooth swollen
head against her clit, the cool lips of her pussy cradling my shaft.  She
rocked her hips some more, her belly flexing like a dancer's.

   "Please."

   "Six," I said, and I bit one of her nipples as I popped this one into
her.

   "Fuck," she repeated endlessly.  "Oh fuck fuck fuck."

   I don't think she knew her hips were moving any more but they were
fucking the air, sliding up and down as if my cock were already there.  I
squeezed her clit between my thumb and forefinger and jerked it off like a
tiny cock.  She groaned again, and then again when I took my fingers off
her to put ice cube seven in her pussy.

   That was about the point she stopped saying words at all, and just made
sounds.

   The ice cubes were smaller now, they'd been melting on their own in the
summer heat, and I scooped up two more.  "Eight," I told her.  "Nine."

   Her lower lip was caught between her teeth and her breasts jostled with
her movements; the ropes held her fast.

   I knelt between her spread legs and pressed my cockhead against her cool
sopping pussy, and slipped in without any effort at all.  She groaned; I
gasped from the ice moving against my cock.

   I settled for a moment, our bellies pressed together, my weight on my
elbows and my hands under her sweaty shoulders, and then I began a slow,
deliberate fucking.  I would never have a chance like this again, and I
meant it to last.  I could feel the rings of muscle in her pussy grabbing
my cock, squeezing it--I could feel the head of my cock slip in and out, a
little jolt each time it passed something inside her.

   She moaned: louder, softer, almost inaudibly while she was inhaling. 
From the movements of her belly, I think she was just coming, and coming,
and coming.

   I didn't care.

   I fucked her hard and fast until I was tired, until she had fallen
silent except for a grunt with every hard deep thrust, and I knew I wasn't
going to come.  She was too wet, too slick, and even with her pussy
squeezing me it wasn't quite enough.

   She said, "Please?" when I pulled my cock out of her, and I told her we
weren't done yet.  I unfastened the ropes around her legs and prodded her
to roll over.  She moved slowly, as though she were mired in thick glue. 
"Like rubber," she murmured, and I felt proud, to be honest.

   Her ass was gorgeous, and her asshole was shining with dampness.  I
pressed my cockhead against it, and she managed a little "Umf!" sound but
then she spread her legs a little farther and relaxed and the head of my
cock popped into her.

   Ruby had never let me fuck her up the ass.

   After the ice cubes in her pussy, her ass was hot and tight--the feel of
her around my cock sent electric shivers up and down my body.  I fucked her
slowly at first, but she encouraged me to go faster, harder, deeper, and it
wasn't long until I groaned and felt my come spilling into her ass, felt my
own come hot around my cock.

   There was that farting sound when I finally pulled my cock from her ass,
and I managed to untie her before I fell asleep beside her.  She might have
been asleep before I was.

   When I woke up, she was sitting beside the bed.  She quickly got into a
kneeling position and bent her head.  "Master," she said.

   God, she was gorgeous.

   "Tell Sean I said thanks."

   She looked up at me.  "Sir?"

   "Last night was wonderful.  Thank you, too."

   She beamed.  "Thank you, sir."

   "My name is Dan."

   "Sherry."

   We shook hands, which felt very formal, considering we were both naked.
I looked at her again and started to get hard.

   "About last night--" I started.

   "Mmmm."

   "I'm not normally like that.  I was just...horny and angry and...well."

   "You did very well for a beginner," she said.

   I blushed down to my ass.

   "Sean gave me to you to dump me, which is okay because Sean is always
kinky and sometimes I like to be treated like a person, you know?"

   "Then let me get you breakfast, just like a person," I told her.

   "I'd like sausage," she told me, and she took hold of my cock and led me
to the bed.  "This time, I'm on top."

   And she was nothing like Ruby at all.

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