Message-ID: <37573asstr$1027912221@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <karinthiarose@hotmail.com> From: "K" <karinthiarose@hotmail.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mimeole: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-Original-Message-ID: <OE20jo393hKIPDuIGW100014f21@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 28 Jul 2002 18:24:45.0869 (UTC) FILETIME=[0CC56DD0:01C23664] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 12:19:24 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} The Nice Guy, Part 3 (fmdom, rom, foot fetish) Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 23:10:22 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/37573> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: kelly, dennyw This belongs to Karinthia Do not repost it ANYWHERE without permission karinthiarose@hotmail.com The nice guy Part 3 -- She awoke in the middle of the night from her uncomfortable position and it took her a minute to realize where she was and what had happened. Feeling the warmth of him against her legs, she came to a realization. That man struggling to stay upright while he slept had fulfilled a deep-seated need she didn't know she had. But he was going to need a lot of training, she thought to herself. First arriving late, then cumming without permission, it seems like he'd need a crash course before he was acceptable. How to start, tho? She stared into the darkened room for hours it seemed. Weighing whether to take this newbie on and all the training it entailed or if she should just send him on his way so she could start up the hunt in this new territory all over again. When his arms reached out in his sleep and encircled her leg, she softened. By the time she felt his lips place a sleepy kiss against her inner thigh, she had relented. She was afraid that she could become quite use to this man sleeping at her feet. He awoke to feel her straddling his legs. With her hands, she had gathered up both of his and pinned them to his chest. From the look on her face, he knew that he had awoken during something very important. For a long moment she held his gaze, peering into them like she was quizzing his soul. With her voice dark and husky, she told him to place his hands behind his head and to NOT move them. Her hands released his and as he went to obey, his fingers trailed against the side of her cheek. He was a little scared of the intensity flowing out of her, but he so wanted to make her happy. Then she did something unexpected. She leaned close to him and with a very breathy sigh, rubbed her face against his. It felt so soft and comforting that for a moment, he forgot the position he was in. With her hands running up and down his chest, she started his training. Her lips feasted on his. She rubbed her pussy against the flap to his zipper. The muscles in his arms bunched with the effort not to draw her in closer. She sat in his lap and made out with him for hours, it seemed. Hot and heavy did she pet him, but every time . every single time he got close to cumming from the feelings alone, she would sit father back in his lap, so their chests didn't touch, and with her fingers under her skirt, bring herself over the edge. He got to see the look on her face, imagine her fingers slipping deeper and deeper while he squirmed beneath her. Right in the middle of her fingers playing, she smiled in such a way that his heart skipped a beat. She drew her hand slowly out from underneath her skirt and with her fingers covered in dew, lightly and with great deliberation, drew him a mustache. She painted the smell of her beneath his nose to hold close for the rest of the day. "I want to keep you, Jim, but you are going to have to earn it, you do realize that, don't you?" She asked him in a moment of seriousness. "I'm going to make you do things for no other reason than the sound of them amuses me. I'm going to take advantage of your good nature at times. At others, I'm going to keep you so horny that you will be ready to scream in frustration" His blood ran hot from what she was asking him. Every fantasy he had had since childhood ran thru his mind. Of being a woman's pet. Of being her champion. Of pounding that ghoddamn nice guy image smack into the ground. Before he could utter a word, her lips were on his again; slanted and wet, she threw his thoughts straight between his legs. A few minutes later, when they came up for air, she said "I want you to spend some time thinking on this, because once you start down this path, there is no going back. Do you understand me?" At his nod, she continued. "In one week, I want you to find me in my office and tell me your decision. Don't come to me any sooner or I'll think you aren't serious. Remember this one thing, Jim Long, if you say yes there will be times you are going to wish very sincerely that you had refused me. Now, get yourself off to work and I'll see you soon or . I won't." and she slid off his lap and walked in the bathroom. He and his raging hardon all but forgotten in her need to gain some distance. A few days had passed, with them both dealing with their feelings as best they could. He with burying himself in his work and spending more time than usual kicking back some beers with his rowdy work crew long past his self inflicted curfew. When he fell half drunk and dead tired into his bed each night, he hoped and prayed that the way he was pushing himself would allow him some respite from the image of her face that haunted him each day. His eyes would close and there she would be; just waiting for his defenses to melt away in slumber. When morning came, his sheets would be twisted around his hips and his cock would have crept in his hand as the sweat poured off him from the dreams he had. It was so unbelievable that a man of his age and experience could suffer from such paralyzing heartsickness, but all he wanted to do was go lie at her feet and let her walk all over him. She dealt with the feelings of waiting and wondering thru the day by re-organizing her office and spending more time with her students. At night? At night, she fought her attraction of him with everything she had. She didn 't want to be stuck on this little man. There was a whole smorgasbord out there for her to play with, ghoddamnit! Fate had dealt her an ugly hand and she was determined to see if she could thwart it. She dressed up in one of her sexiest outfits and went to the local hot spot. She picked up the hottest man in the crowd and while dancing with him, she could smell his awareness and desire creeping over her like a second skin. When she leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, the only one she could see was him. That little blushing country gentleman!The anger that she felt at that moment was all encompassing. Her nails dug into this stranger's flesh and thinking of that little man, she could feel the wetness dripping. With a cold-hearted lack of concern for the thoughts or feelings of the man in front of her, she used him. She allowed him to take her to his house for a nightcap, then tied him to the bed and ravaged him. The thing was, the whole time . The WHOLE time while she tore apart this stranger, that little man stayed right in front of her. With a sigh of defeat, she gave up. If he didn't show up in the appointed time, she would just have to go and fetch him. On the appointed day, they both were a mess. She found excuses to stay out of her office for fear that he wouldn't appear; he delayed going to find her from complete awareness of how far he had fallen. He wanted her so badly, but to show it would make him appear too willing and needy, so he put off going till he saw one of the last classes leaving the building. Then ... then he walked slowly thru the halls, feeling her pulling at him with each footfall. He couldn't deny what she meant to him any more than he could stop the night shakes that gripped him whilst he dreamt of her. When he opened her office door and stepped inside, he saw her sitting at her desk. Her glasses pushed on top of her head. She quietly murmured for him to close the door and to come stand right in front of her. They both knew that this was the start of them both. She could do anything right now and he wouldn't go. He needed her too badly. With a hand that shook with the depth of his emotions, he did as she bade. When he stood in front of her, the lust in her eyes shone with the depths he had seen in his dreams. Her shoes were kicked off with abandon and her posture, her posture was confidence itself. She practically purred in the satisfaction she felt. With her hands making a regal gesture, she told him to take off every stitch of clothing. She wanted to see the man she was getting. That was all it took for him to be flooded with the need he felt each night since he last saw her. Lust, love, gratitude and awe all mingled, forcing him to obey her. With shaking hands and a hardened cock, he undid the buttons on his shirt. When his hands found his belt and drew it thru the loops, she silently held out her hand to take it. When his feet kicked his work boots aside, the blush he was almost famous for covered his entire body. With her fingers trailing down one peaked breast, she made him strip off his pants and slowly turn around for her amusement. He was rock hard and dripping as he made his circuit. With his toes crinkling in the carpet, he was made to play with himself. To show her how he stroked and he played when he was thinking of her. "Tell me, Jim, what did you think of when you stroked yourself like that?" she quizzed him. With a hungry sigh and an indrawn breath, he told her. Of the times in his dreams when she kidnapped and raped him. Of the time he was tied to the bed and she lowered her pussy till she covered his face completely. About struggling for air and just getting her cum slowly fed to him. Of being totally wrapped up in chains and kept for her pleasure. Of not allowed to cum ever. At each telling, his voice got weaker. His hand was moving at an almost frantic pace. The boy could work himself into a state in no time flat, she noticed. With her voice stern, she demanded that he stop what he was doing and put his hands behind his back. The look of frustrated need on his face began her feeding. With his belt in hand, she drew his arms completely behind his back and arranged them so he was holding onto each elbow. His chest buckled out and it looked damn uncomfortable from her point of view. She took one brief moment to sooth the heat raging between her legs. With her chin on his shoulder, her sighs of hunger and need pierced his ear. When she reached around and just grabbed him like she had the complete right to, he almost came then and there. Her voice in his ear was so low and growly, that for a minute he couldn't understand her. With her cock and balls in her taloned grip, she asked him one simple question that he couldn't refute. "Who does this belong to?" With his knees ready to buckle, he answered simply and completely "To you, it only wants to belong to you, Miss". She wrapped the belt around his awkwardly held hands and tightened the cinch. With the left over strap, she pulled him arms skyward, till she could see him flinch. This prey took far too long to capture to be left a chance to escape. She was going to bind him and rope him and make DAMN sure that this boy would never be able to willingly leave her. She wanted a place in his heart that had never been touched. With his rein pulled up high and over his shoulder, she walked him behind her. She led him to the big desk that she had sat on so long ago to start his seduction. She lifted her skirt and sat at its edge and with her free hand she pushed him to kneeling right in front of her. With only one hungry word able to be growled out, she grabbed him by the back of the hair, pulled him between her legs and ordered him to "lick". And lick he did. He buried himself between the flesh of her thighs and tried to get inside her as far as was possible. In her excitement, she'd pull on his lead, but that only served to drag him in deeper. She could hear him making little piggie sounds between her legs. Slurping and sucking the juice from her pussy. Every time she came close to cumming and satisfying the hunger, she would drag his mouth off of her and look on his face. Coated in her moisture with his breath panting, she would ask him time and again, who he belonged to. With a tortured cry in his voice, he would reply "you, Miss, you" while straining to find her. When he had repeated it enough times that she KNEW he believed it to the bottom of his soul, only then did she loosen the slack on his leash enough that he could again find her warmth. Near the end of what she could stand, she placed her hand against the back of his head and with his leash pulled hard enough to break an arm, she ground herself against his warm willing tongue. Riding him hard and fast, she came and gave him the precious substance he had been so eagerly after. Flooding him, pouring down his cheeks, she lowered her guard enough to trust him with her. When she had calmed down enough to feel the desk beneath her ass again, she could see his eyes, loving and with a need so hot staring out, that she gracefully placed a long leg between his spread knees and told him to ride it. Rubbing and humping it while his lips loved her legs, he murmured of his devotion and appreciation for what she had given him. With his arms still pinned against his back, the little slave to be had finally found his place. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+