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Subject: {ASSM} Girl in the cottage, part 3
Date: Tue,  8 Oct 2002 16:10:03 -0400
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The Girl in the Cottage  

Part 3



Put it up was the order, right? said the hairdresser. Don't ask
me, mumbled the girl. Of course, a wedding, darling? You have to
put it up for weddings. Makes your neck so elegant. The girl
glanced at the other customers. They were turning pages in glossy
magazines, no familiar faces. She closed her eyes. You take one
single step and the escalator brings you all the way down. 

When she got out of the shop she realized that the coiffure
caught quite some wind and hailed a cab. She picked up the note
again: A room with a view at the Ocean. She really hoped that was
prepaid too, because she neither had the money nor the ID to fit
her ludicruous alias. 

It was a splendid view. On the sideboard were two slender glasses
and a cooler with bottle of champagne, dressed with a napkin.
Lilies, not the cliché roses. But what caught her eye was the
brown parcel on the bed. 

She located the minibar, picked a Perrier and used the can opener
to rip up the parcel. On top was a note: Get dressed. See you at
7. Then she picked up a red silk dress, a pair of sandals with
stiletto heels, a small silk purse, red with pearls on it, a
black silk bra, a black garter, two pairs of black seamed
stockings and a vanity bag with all kinds of cosmetics. 

She held up the red dress and watched herself in the mirror. With
a dress like that the hairdo made sense. She tried it on. It was
a bit slack at the chest. She called the reception and asked for
needles and thread. Of course, Madam, the clerk said. A maid
helped her to pin the dress and then she spent an hour sewing.
Not perfect, but good enough.

He arrived at 7 sharp in a tux. You look gorgeous, he murmured.
That dress fits perfectly. He was pleased. Those sandals will
kill me, she said. Sure they will. A final touch, but first, a
glass of champagne. He uncorked the bottle. Here's to you, lady.

The champagne went straight to her head, she hadn't eaten since
breakfast. He told her to put some shadow on her cheeks, to
emphasize the cheekbones, and some more mascara on to enlargen
her eyes. The changes gave her a slightly oriental look. We don't
want anyone to recognize you, do we? What? she cried out. Hush,
he said, just trust me. And from his pocket he brought up an
oblong velvet case. Not a gift, just for tonight. She opened it
and sat amazed staring at a double pearl collier. They are real
pearls, he said. Bite them. I could barely afford the lease.

She jumped up and kissed him. Easy, don't spend that warpaint on
me, he said sliding a hand up the back of her leg. He leaned
back: What now, I didn't send you any panties. I thought you
forgot, she whispered, I am sorry. He tore them off. I want your
wet little cunt available every single minute, he said. Don't
bruise me, she said. 
 
They left in silence. In the cab she picked up the courage to ask
him where they were heading. A dinner party, he said, nice
people. The owner of the shipyard, the Mayor, people like that.
Society people? She was stunned. Well, he said, you won't get
raped. The wives are there too, so it's no big deal. 

Instructions were simple: You're my friend. Don't get tangled up
in the how's and when's. They will cut you to pieces if you try,
being experts in that field. Just smile. 

It was a splendid villa and a splendid party. As long as she
steered clear of the ladies she needn't say much. Champagne, hors
d'oeuvres, and more champagne. The following dinner was the easy
part, having him on her left side and a dull engineer across the
table. The dancing was the test. 

The Mayor was very correct, but the engineer let his hand slide
down and reacted immediately when he felt the garter. He
discreetly probed around and he soon understood she wore no
panties. The sheer silk gave everything away. He was tall and his
hard-on pressed into her stomach. The next was no different and
she was relieved when he was collected by his wife. 

But he - her knight of the evening - just winked and smiled and
she had to grab him. They are over me like flies, she whispered
in his ear. Not a day too early, he whispered back. Enjoy it. 

She couldn't refuse a second dance with the host. He was short
and sturdy but an excellent dancer, and he didn't turn into an
eager puppy when he sensed the absence of panties. I think you
are by far the most interesting lady of the evening, he chuckled.
But I guess the others already know that. She laughed. Not for my
conversational skills, she said. She was in a happy-go-lucky
mood. 

He steered her into a dark corner with a firm hand on her butt.
His fingers slipped into the cleavage. She felt strangely aroused
by this elderly, bearded man.. 

Come, he said. This way. The doors out to the balcony was open to
let the cool air in. Sorry, but I have a boner like when I was a
college kid, he said, and I don't want this party to go haywire.
They leaned back against the balustrade and he lit a cigar. Now,
who are you really? 

She told him. Oh, he said. His taste is impeccable. I have known
him for years. 

His hand was on her hip. It slipped under her dress and up to her
ass. We shouldn't ... she began. Shouldn't we? he said. Another
couple came out on the balcony, the man acknowledged their
presence with a nod and led his lady over to the other side. She
let out a keen gasp.

You have a wonderful tight little ass, he said in a low voice.
Noone ever screwed you there, right? 

When the other couple left he led her over to the french windows
of the library, threw his cigar into the night  and pushed her
inside. No lights were on. On your knees, he said and opened his
fly. His cock was thick and short. She tasted it, then took it
into her mouth. He took hold of her head and forced his way with
short stabs. Her jaw ached, this one was difficult to take. 

After a while he told her to rise and lean against the leather
armchair. She sensed the cool air when he raised the hem. Then
the beard against her buttocks and then the tongue in her ass.
Don't, she said. Not there. You're a sight, girl. His voice was
rasping.

His thumb found her pussy, she was wet and ready. He worked the
tip of his tongue into her ass and she went limp. He kept at it
till she was panting.  

Spread your legs, he said. Be careful, please, she prayed. He put
the head of his cock at the little opening and pressed on. It
gave way, but not much. She cried out. He pushed her down in the
cushion to silence her and after a while he managed to get the
head in. She was moaning.

The door opened and a ray of light fell into the library.
Somebody there? It was a woman's voice. She dared not move nor
breathe. The door closed. So, it's not too bad? he asked. Just
relax and push out. You can take it. Inch by inch he managed to
get his cock in. Better? She nodded. 

She was incredibly tight. When he withdrew her ass wouldn't let
go. He kept still to allow her to get used to his cock. After a
while she started to lubricate and he fucked her slowly. You will
have get used to it, he mumbled. Your little ass is a gift to any
man. And once in a while you will come back to me for the real
thing, won't you? He got her into rythm. Won't you? Her voice was
muffled.

Afterwards she had to clean him up. She turned away at first, but
he told her not to fuzz. You're not that much a lady. Come on,
now, lick. And she obeyed.

They sneaked out a back door and he showed her the bathroom.
Thanks, he said. In the mirror she looked like a mess. She tried
to pin up her hair again. She wiped off the stripes under her
eyes and started to work with what she brought in her purse.
Somebody knocked at the door, and she said: Please wait. The cool
wet Kleenex in her ass had turned pink. She hid it deep down in
the waste paper basket. Her ass was throbbing.

When she finally met him, she didn't dare to meet his eye. What's
wrong, he said. Take me away, please. I'm so ashamed. That would
be rude, light supper is served in a minute. Pull yourself
together. No, she said.

He took her aside. I understand something has happened, he said.
Did someone force you? She hesitated, then shook her head. Then
keep up appearances and don't make a scene. Gossip can be quite
deadly, you know.

An hour later they arrived at the Ocean. Key, please, he said. Of
course, sir. Good night, Madam. Breakfast from 8.30. They rode
the elevator in silence.

He helped himself to a whisky and handed another to her. Now,
tell me, he said from the bed. And she told him, not all of it,
but the basic part. Did you enjoy it? he asked. It hurt, she
said. I know that, but that's not what I wanted to know. In a
way, she said. I was so... Horny? he volunteered. Drunk?
Enchanted? He was so determined and I couldn't say no... Horny,
that is, he said. Part my fault... did you have an orgasm? No, oh
no. She looked terrified. 

Girls can have an orgasm from being assfucked, he said. It
happens. But we have to settle our score. I can drive you home
and that's it. She got tears in her eyes. You can't do that, she
said, not now. I feel terrible. He waited for a moment: Or I can
punish you.  

She slipped her dress over her head and stood before him in her
stockings. He held the belt doubled in his hand. It will hurt, he
said. Please, she said. All right, on all fours in the bed. She
crawled up and he took his time undressing. For the first time
she saw him nude. His cock was fully erect. 

He traced the line of her back over the ass with his belt, then
brought it down with a crack. She yelped and flung herself
forward. Don't make a lot of noise, he said, we don't want
complaints. A red stripe appeared across her buttocks. He hit her
once again. She grunted. 

He started to whip her continuously, with increasing force. Welts
appeared. When she couldn't take any more he stopped. She was
crying. He lay down beside her and hugged her, her head at his
shoulder. When she finally calmed down he felt her hand around
his cock, in a girlish way she tried to stimulate him. He turned
her over and entered her without difficulty. Yes, she said, her
voice ragged...

Afterwards she curled up in his arms, her back to him. You like
to spank me, she whispered. Yes, he said. The first time you met
me too? On the train? No, at my house. Tell me honestly. Yes, I
think so. And in a barely audible voice she added: Why didn't
you?


SORENSEN

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