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##### WARNING #####The following contains material of a
sexually explicit nature. Do not read any further if you are under
the legal age in the state/country in which you reside.  This story
is meant for ADULTS ONLY and is a work of fiction.  If you're
not of legal age EXIT NOW. COPYRIGHT 2002. As the authors
of the following story, we claim all rights in accordance with
 international copyright laws. These rights are claimed legally by
us under the pseudonyms of Mark and Sassy.  All rights are reserved,
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dot com.

Mark
Kneeling at the front door, just clear of the doormat, I wonder yet
again whether I have made a horrible mistake. I have carried out the
instructions to the last detail. I am naked and facing away from the
door, which is unlatched and will open with the slightest push from the
hall outside. My blindfold is in position and I can see absolutely
nothing. I know the strange collection of accessories he has requested
are waiting in the specified places. I have been here 10 minutes now and
my knees are starting to ache. I feel incredibly vulnerable, but my body
is excited as never before, like being high on some sort of stimulating
drug, my nerves ready to overload me with a mass of confused signals at
the slightest input to my system. The combination of the cool air here
in the hall and the excitement of anticipation has my nipples erect and
I can feel that my pussy lips are engorged and swollen between my widely
parted thighs, which are also starting to ache a little.
I am just contemplating moving to a comfier position until he arrives
when I hear steps on the stairs outside. They are heavy, confident steps
of a man who knows where he is going. He strides purposefully across the
landing and I feel panic suddenly rise. Maybe it is not him, it could be
anyone. I have few visitors but if one should happen by in this
particular half hour it would hardly rate as the greatest coincidence of
all time, would it. In a way that reminds me of tales of peoples lives
flashing by their eyes in times of dire peril I see a thousand
consequences of my foolishness in an instant, but it is done now, too
late to escape the predicament into which I have put myself, and I seem
to be rooted by fear anyway, my mind suddenly overloaded and unable to
issue any concerted commands to my quivering limbs. In another instant I
hear the sharp rap on the door which causes it to swing open wide, and
feel the cool breath of air fall in from the hall over my exposed rear.

Sassy
The door opens. He enters the room and swiftly closes the door behind
him. I tremble whilst wanting him, I feel a gloved hand on my arm as I
am helped up on to my feet a hood is placed over my head and I am
plunged into darkness.
My breathing quickens. I ask for the hood to be removed but there is no
answer. I feel a sharp pain on my arse. It must have been from the belt
I provided and I know not to speak again. I am pushed onto the bed and
my legs are spread. I can hear the sound of material being ripped, but I
did not supply any material. Thoughts go through my head. I hope he is
not ripping up my clothes. I feel my ankles being bound to the bed. The
cuffs are placed on my wrists and they are attached to the top of the
bed. I feel I am being stretched. I try to wriggle but feel my thighs
smart from the whack of the leather glove. I whimper a little from the
pain before feeling something forced into my mouth. It is some sort of
material. I feel the gloved hand tenderly caress my breasts and he
gently tugs at my nipple with his teeth, but I feel material around his
mouth. He must he wearing the zipped leather hood I supplied. I feel so
turned on by this, my thighs are stroked with what seems like the
leather whip, gently teasing me as it is trailed along my legs up to my
throbbing pussy.
Now I feel the gloved finger enter my pussy, gently at first, and it
goes straight to the fuck spot. No man has never fingered me with gloves
on before yet it feels so good. My body writhes as I feel his tongue
nibbling at my clit as the fingers force their way into my wet horny
pussy. It feels odd, yet fantastic, as I cum.
He still has not spoken to me. His tongue is reaching places nobody has
ever reached before. Now I feel the coldness of what must be my dildo
being rammed into my soaking pussy. It must be switched to high on the
vibrate setting as it is sending me into raptures of delight. I try to
lift myself of the bed a little as the dildo is being rammed harder into
me. My juices run out and again get licked up.
My clit is constantly being nibbled and the other gloved hand is roughly
grabbing at my breast. Faster and faster the dildo is rammed into me. He
must be saving himself to fuck my arse I think. As quickly as it started
it stops and the dildo is removed. I hear the sounds of clothes being
removed. It seems to take him a while to undress and there is a strange
smell in the air. I am just beginning to think it might not be him or he
might have someone with him when he removes my hood and blindfold and
then, to my horror, I see...

Mark
...he has short ginger hair! And freckles. I can see both despite the
hood he is wearing. There is only one thing worse than ginger hair in my
book, and that is ginger hair around a cock. Fortunately he is kneeling
beside the bed so I don't have the displeasure of having to look at
that. Despite the strange thick cropped sweater he is wearing I can see
he is not at all as hunky as I had imagined. Somehow he combines a
barrel chest and quite narrow shoulders.

His arms and lower body are quite slight, but with fairly well defined
muscles, so he obviously works out. I strain up a bit and manage to get
a bit of a look around to see a very cute ass indeed, tight and firm,
before being pushed back down onto the bed. He is much younger looking
than the 23 years he claimed in his e-mails as well. I think he looks
quite immature from the bits of him that I can see, but that is very
much at odds with the expertise he was showing a few minutes ago. Taking
all that in has taken me back down from the sexual high I was on a few
moments ago but it soon starts to come back as he shuffles around to the
end of the bed and comes up between my widely spread legs, licking his
way slowly and deliberately towards my honeypot. I shut my eyes and
imagine some decent hair onto his head as he begins to lick me. Soon he
is hitting the spot with a rare expertise. He puts his hands on my inner
thighs directly to the sides of my pussy and pushes me down firmly as
his tongue circles my clit and then gently probes into my sopping wet
cunt. It makes me feel so exposed and helpless and I love it. In seconds
I have completely forgotten my disapointment at his looks and am
groaning passionately, begging him to keep going and use my like the
slut I am. Within a minute I am complete putty in his hands and on the
verge of orgasm again. He slackens off his attentions immediately and
maddeningly allows me to cool off a little before building me up again
to the brink. He does this three or four times until I am almost crying
with frustration before taking me almost to orgasm one last time and
suddenly stopping what he is doing completely.
I open my eyes in shock as he quickly pulls the top off to reveal that
his entire chest is swathed in tight bandages below it. Quickly he
resumes his attention to my clit with his finger and in seconds I am
back ready to come again, but wondering in the back of my mind why he is
bandaged. Is he injured? I nearly swoon with delight as a finger finally
pushes deeply into my pussy. I thrust back onto it, but he matches my
movements, denying me the stimulation I need to tip me over the edge
into my orgasm. The moment I give up he dives forward and starts tonging
me, firm strokes over and around my clit, sending me over. As I start to
come he changes to rubbing it with his left index finger and straightens
up quickly, slicing away the bandages with a pair of medical scissors
which he seems to have almost conjured up from thin air. Two small, yet
perfectly formed and pert, breasts spring from the trailing bandages and
I can see him grinning happily at me from behind the mask, but the whole
thing is barely registering on me as I am in the throws of a massive
orgasm on the end of his finger.
At first my addled mind thinks he must be a trans-sexual. Everything
seems to slow down and the waves of pleasure wash out from my cunt with
even more power as I stare in shock at his perfect little breasts. As
the final ripple of pleasure comes he stands up and I realise the
explaination is much more simple. Where there should be a cock (7" if
his e-mails had been telling the truth) there is just a set of very
large and obvious labia. I stare, absolutely transfixed, until she gives
my clit one last rub, sending a huge shudder of pleasure though me. I
feel hugely relieved that she has completely shaved her gingerness down
there and wonder why I am not shocked and protesting at the monsterous
fraud she has inflicted on me.

Sassy
She takes her mask off and I instantly recognise her.  She works at the
launderette and has been eyeing me up and down for a while now.  That's
the reason I have stopped going there:  She had made me feel so
uncomfortable.  She realises I have remembered where I last saw her and
removes the pants that she stuffed into my mouth.  I then remember they
are the ones I lost at the launderette.
"Remember these," she whisperes in my ear.  "I always knew I would get
into your pants one day.  I told you that a while ago.  Is that why you
stopped coming in?" she says in her husky voice.
I try to protest when she suddenly forces her tongue down my throat.
"You like that, don't you" she says. I squirm as I can taste myself on
her lips. "Now then, let's have some fun shall we," she says as she
glares at my dripping pussy.
Looking at her undressed she seems different and has such pert little
tits and a shaven pussy like mine. I love the feel of a shaved pussy
next to a bulging cock. I am surprised to find that I am actually
finding her body attractive, in a perverse sort of way.
"I want you to suck my pussy like I did to you," she demands.
"No," I protest.  "I'm not like that."
She sixty-nines me and frantically starts to lick my pussy. I try to
protest by trying to move her off me but am unable to due to being still
bound up. 
"Just do it," she says. "You will like it." After further struggling she
gets off me and sits on my face, forcing herself on me. With one hand
she fingers me, and boy does she know where to touch! I feel myself
weakening as she send me into multiple orgasms. It is at times like this
I will do anything and she smells so sweet. I tentatively gave her a
little lick and she feels so warm. It is a strange, and not unpleasant,
sensation.
"Go on, deeper," she urges. "You will love my cum." I relax a little
and, to my amazement, I find I do quite enjoy it. I feel her tweek my
nipples and she begins to groan as I feel her body begin to gyrate. Her
pussy smells wonderful and she is so warm and wet. She stopps suddenly
and goes back to the 69 position with her being on top, her fingers on
my clit.
As she licks me long and deeply I feel myself swimming and do the same
back to her. I arch my back as wave after wave of pleasure rushes over
me. I climax again and it is not long before she does the same. Her
juices taste like nothing I have ever tasted before, so warm and sweet.
I lick up every last drop before she gets off me and kisses me with her
tongue, probing it into my mouth. I can taste myself mixed with her cum
and it tastes good. She unties my hands then... 

Mark
...my feet and goes to the kitchen. I cannot think what to do and just
sit there, questions racing through my head. Should I throw her out? Did
I really enjoy it? Do I want to do it again? Should I be angry just as a
matter of principal because she tricked me. She must be guilty of at
least a sexual assault charge. But would it ever stick? She would
probably say we had agreed to sex and.... there is no way I want to get
involved with a court case anyway. She comes back with drinks.

"I thought you could do with this," she says, all sunshine and light, as if
nothing untoward has happened at all.
"Thanks."  I drink it down quickly, as she does with hers.  Her ginger hair
is starting to put me off her again and I start to feel very bad towards
her.
I cannot deny that I enjoyed what just happened, but I do not feel right
about it.  I decide that I have to get her out of my apartment.
"I think you should leave now," I say, putting my empty glass down.  "And
please don't try to do this again.  You may be able to force my body to
respond but I really do prefer men.  I just need what they have and the way
they are."  I finish rather coy, strangely worried that I might upset her
but unfortunately she does not take the hint.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" she says, standing up with her fists
firmly planted on her hips, towering over me.
"Well, they have a cock and they are just naturally dominant... take
charge... you know..."  My voice tails off as she storms out of the room.
I think she has taken offence, which I really did not mean.  I like a quiet
harmonious life.  I chase out after her to apologise but she is not leaving
as I thought, but going for her bag.  She pulls out a huge double ended
dildo with a harness attached to it and I stare open mouthed in shock as
she inserts one end into herself and then straps it on.
"Now I have a cock," she states, "and now I'm going to be dominant and
take charge.  Get down on your knees so I can put this on you."  She waves
another harness with one hand whist presenting the hard plastic phallus to
me with the other.
"No, please..." I beg softly, but my resolve has gone in an instant and
I am already going down onto my knees before her confident and masculine
display. I can feel my pussy lips engorging again. Gripping me by the
hair she forces my cheek up against the false cock and rubs it up and
down. I can smell that she is aroused by this as well. Letting go she
begins to put the second harness onto my head. I try to protest that it
is not necessary, but she forces a bit into my mouth and tightens the
straps until is it pulled tightly in so that I cannot make any more
sound than a low grunt.
"I've already shown you how a woman knows better than a man how to
pleasure another woman. Now I'm going to show you that the right woman
can equal a man in other respects as well, and you're going to love it.
You submissive sluts are all the same. I'll make you cum and cum again
till you realise that you don't need a man, you just need someone
powerful who will make you submit to their will. I've done it with loads
of other women like you, and you won't be any different. Even if I
hadn't recognised your tattoo in the picture you posted and started my
little bit of trickery, I still would have had you. I could tell what
sort of person you were almost from the moment you first walked into the
launderette. Your pathetic, timid complaint when the machine damaged
your blouse was a dead giveaway, even before you caved in the moment I
said it was your fault for over loading it.
Now, get back in that bedroom, get yourself over the bed on your front
with your knees on the floor, and prepare to find out just how hard my
cock is, how much longer it lasts than any mans, and exactly how
dominant I am going to be!" Impatiently she shoves me forward as I
meekly turn to the bedroom, my stomach churning with fear and
anticipation. I know I should fight, or at least protest, but I cannot
deny that my pussy wants that cock, it is completely liquid. She's
right, I am just a complete slut for her dominance, my body is reacting
in exactly the same way as it would to a man in this situation. I go
into the bedroom and take up my position.

.Sassy
As I lay on the bed trembling in anticipation of my impending torture I
wonder to myself how I let myself get dragged into this situation, when
suddenly she is upon me. I try to push her of but she is stronger than
me. "So, you want to play rough" she bellows at me. With that she jumps
of me. I relax a little, thinking I am about to be let off, but then she
returns with some rope and before I realize what is happening she has
tied my hands above my head and over the other end of the bed. My feet
are also restrained and she forces my legs apart with a leg spreader. I
knew I should not have left that out.
My pussy lips are completely engorged now and she knows it as she climbs
on top of me and forces the hard plastic phallus into my wet inviting
pussy as she gyrates her hips I feel her fingers on my erect clit as she
rubs it up and down. She certainly knows how to please a woman. I try to
groan in pleasure as I find myself responding to her and just as I am
about to spurt my juices she removes the harness from my head, freeing
my mouth, and forces her tongue deep into the back of my throat. I
instantly re-act and we appear to cum together. After we lie there with
her on top of me. I seem to come to my senses and pull away from her but
she caresses my engorged breasts and tells me how she new I loved her
making love to me.
"You sluts are all the same, you know what you want really" she snarles as
she unties me.  As quick as a flash I dash into the bathroom with my juices
all running down my leg.  I try to lock the door but her foot is against it.

Mark
Barging her way in she roughly overpowers me, turning me to face the
sink and pulling my arms painfully up behind my back in a lock. I kick
back and struggle ineffectually as she ties my wrists. I think she is
tying them together but realise that is not the case when she pulls them
around in front of me and binds them to the taps, the strap-on pressing
up against the crease of my arse.
I am quite free to move about apart from that, yet still completely
helpless.
Once again my body is responding, and I can feel that familiar urge in my
loins.
This time I give in to it completely.
"Fuck me.  Fuck me again with that huge cock," I hear myself saying as I bend
and spread my knees, thrusting my bum out towards her.  I feel her cool
hands on my hips and the cold head of the plastic cock against my pussy.
She pushes it into me in one long, slow, powerful thrust that has me
creaming with desire.
"Take that cock in your wet cunt, you slut.  I'm going to fuck you till you
beg me to stop."
Her words turn me on even more and I thrust back at her as she begins to
fuck me.  I strain at the ropes binding me to the taps with enough force that
the sink threatens to come away from the wall.  I am desperate to put a hand
down and bring myself off.
"Please make me come," I beg, but she ignores me.  "Use your hand.  Do me.
Make me come.  Please," I beg her, but she just keeps fucking me.  I try
squeezing my legs together and the feeling is wonderful, but brings me
no nearer to coming and although I am getting a real buzz from the
experience and my situation my vagina is beginning to feel the effects
of being continually fucked by such a hard, unfeeling invader.  After
what seems like an hour but must only be around ten minutes I am forced
to beg her to stop.  I love what she is doing but my poor abused cunt
cannot take any more of this but I am completely unprepared for what
comes next.  As soon as I beg her to stop she pulls straight out and puts
her left hand around my hip, her fingers going straight onto my clit.  She
pulls back against it forcing my bum back towards her.  Her other hand
squirts lots of something cold and wet all over my arse and then she starts
to guide the cock into my arsehole!  I try to escape forwards but she rubs
hard on my clit forcing my back onto the cock and causing the most
massive burst of sensation I've suffered all night.  I feel the cock slip
through the first ring of defence and the sensation is fantastic.  I had
never in my wildest dreams imagined it could feel so good and all my
inhibitions are blown away in an instant.
"Oh God, yes.  Push it in.  Fuck me. Make me come!" I shout, and she does.
It slides in, filling me completely, her finger frantically frigging me off.
I come before she completes the second stroke.  My knees start to buckle
and I collapse forward against the sink forcing my arse even higher into
the air.  She takes full advantage and sinks the plastic phallus as deep
into me as it will go as my orgasm shudders through me.
"You're just a complete slut, you free whore," she says.  "You'd do
absolutely anything for anyone if they just take control and make you
do it.  You can protest all you like but your body gives you away and
the sooner you start to recognise that and stop fighting it the more
fantastic
sex you will have."  As soon as she says it I know she is right.  It doesn't
matter to me that she is female, I have responded exactly as I would have
done if it had been the man I expected at my door.  I realise I have just
had a life changing experience.  She pulls out of my arse and I sink to
my knees, resting my head against the sink, to contemplate my new status
as a bisexual slut.

Sassy
Aswe leave the confinement of the bathroom and fall on the bed together
there is an awkward silence between us which seems to last for an age.
Not knowing what to say I continue with the silence.
Eventually I break the silence by asking permission to take a shower to
which she replies "That sounds a good idea, I might join you."
I hastily grab the towel and go to the bathroom.  I hesitate about locking
the door but for some reason I decide against it.  The cool water pulsating
down onto my used body, as I see it, feels so welcoming, and as I lather
myself I feel hands caressing my breasts.  I turn around and she is in the
shower with me.
"Well you left the door open!  That was an invitation for me to join you,
wasn't it?" she says, as she climbs into the shower behind me.  Her hands
feel so soft and gentle this time as she pulls me towards her.  "You still
feel you want a man," she whispers into my ear.
 I stutter back "I'm confused.  I'm not sure any more."  As I plead into
her eyes she holds me close to her and it feel good as she washes the
suds off my body.  She gently fingers my wet throbbing pussy.
"You want more," she says.
"No," I reply, before she kisses me deeply.  Her tongue is so soft and sweet
as it explores my mouth and throat.  I find myself responding to her as she
continues to finger me, in a loving manner this time. I fumble around her
smooth pussy and seperate her lips, gently exploring her pussy, which
again feels soft and warm, inviting me in. Just as I start to get interested
in this she pulls away.  I look at her in a startled manner.
"Dry yourself we are going to have some fun," she orders.  With that I
dry myself and she follows me into the bedroom and switches the
computer on.
"Come here and go to your e-mail address book," she orders. Doing as
I am told I wonder what she has in store for me. She opens my address
book.
"That's what I'm looking for," she says, as she calls a name up.  It is
Tom, one of my casual friends.  We have an agreement that enables us
to have uncomplicated fun when either of us need some extra sex.
"Let's send him a mail and see if he is in."  Instantly Tom replies.
"Hi, how are you.  Long time no see, fancy a meeting?"
She smiles. "Invite him over and tell him you will be ready and waiting
for himwith a treat."
I do as instructed and Tom replies he will be there in 30 minutes but
wonders what the treat is for him and whether he will Ilike it or not.
"Shall I bring some wine?" he types.
"Tell him yes to the wine as you want to make a night if it"
Tom signs off.
"Now we will have some fun!" she giggles.  "Lets get things ready."
"I don't understand, what are you going to do?" I plead.  "Tom is a dear
friend of mine. Iwould rather you did not involve him inanything like this."
"So you just use men to have sex with them" she says.  "Well we are
going to see which one gives you the better sex, Tom or me.  I know
which one I prefer any day and I think I know what you prefer.  You
were begging for it with me and you did not complain either."
"I really don't want Tom involved" I protest again.
"I make the rules up now.  Take your towel off and dry your hair while
I get some things ready," she commands.  I do as I am told, thoughts
about Tom running through my mind.  She soon returns with a collection
of implements and other things which she places under the bed.
"Now take up your position behind the door,"she commands, and I do.
I begin to panic, wondering what is going to happen.  I glance at the
clock on the wall.  Tom will be here any moment.  She senses the fear in
meand gives my pussy a probe with her fingers.
"Nice and wet, you really want some more, don't you?"  Before I can
answer there is a familiar knock on the door.  "Tell him to come in the
door is not locked" she whispers, and I do.
Tom enters the room.  "What the hell is going on!" he demands as he
sees two naked women kneeling by the door.
"It's treat time," she says.  "Let the fun begin!"

the end

Written specially for an ASSM lesbian writing competition, but
within the framework of nexuswilsons themed story site.
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alterotica/www/
All stories use the same opening paragraph, and all are written in turn
with other writers.  Requests to do another version always welcome
except from single males!

Do you like free stuff?  Someone has to put it there.
I did my bit posting stories I wrote - What did you do?

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