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Subject: {ASSM} A Symphony of Debauchery pt2
Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2002 03:10:03 -0500
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A man and a woman exchanging emails over a period of weeks wrote the following
story.
                                               A Symphony of Debauchery.
                                                   By Sybian & Your slave
                                                              Pt 2

                     (C) 2002 by your_slave02@hotmail.com &   Sybian1@aol.com 
All rights reserved.  No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or
by any electronic means, including photocopying, recording or by any
information and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author.


She loved the sexual way he made her feel, showed her the power she could have
in sexual submission. She was drunk with it, intoxicated with this new woman he
had uncovered for her. He showed her how she could dress shamelessly and it
would be alright.That she could play "dress up" like a little girl and have fun
rediscovering her femininity. 

Glancing at the gold Breitling chronomat as he snapped it on his wrist he
realized  that she would already be in the hotel bar waiting for him. He also
knew that the way she looked men wishing her company were already approaching
her. Maybe that's how he would defile her. Tell her to pickup two men and take
them back to this room. He would be the third and he would make it appear that
she was a prostitute of his acquaintance. He would take out a wad of bills, and
in front of the others, pay her for her services. Then they would all have her.
Could she stand that? It would certainly not be what she expected. But the
thought of his virginal Cathy with a cock in her mouth, her cunt and her ass
found him quite hard again as he made his way to the door. Just a thought.
We'll see.

Cathy waited in the bar like she was told. Dressed as she was and in a bar 
during the evening, she attracted a few men whose company she politely 
declined. She was looking for a certain species of men. Aloof, aggressive, 
arrogant...the kind of men that think their aura is completely irresistible. 
But it couldn't be just one, it had to be two. Her sights were set on the 
two men who boldly approached her, asked if they could buy her a drink, 
self-assured and cocky as hell. Two businessmen having drinks after work 
and starting to feel the effects of the alcohol they had consumed, the 
conversation turned to sex. They had inquired if she was waiting for 
someone, which she answered no, but they didn't ask further questions about 
why she was there alone. Cathy had a knack for turning her charm and 
sexiness up to warp speed and she could feel that it was working on these 
two unsuspecting men. As the lurid talk continued, Cathy smiled deep inside 
herself and thought, " You two fools think you've got yourselves a letter to 
Penthouse in the works here. Something to tell the guys at work." Little did 
they know that they would be players in her scheme. This interlude of 
rampant sex wasn't for their pleasure. It wasn't even so much for hers, 
although she knew she would enjoy it. This was for Steven. Steven who had 
captured her heart and her mind and had fulfilled all of her sexual 
fantasies. He wanted to have her as the object of a gangbang. He wanted to 
see her manipulated and filled to her very soul with cock. She would lure 
these two innocent players to her room, cunning as she was, and her love 
would be there to orchestrate this in the way that was pleasing to him. It 
was her gift to him. She knew that physically, she would love this. But 
heaven would come when she would see the look on Steven's face when he saw 
her perform.

Yes, that would be the way. He would have her arrange her own defilement, a
performance for him. Steven reached down and picked up the phone, quickly
punching in the numbers of Cathy's cell phone. After two rings she
answered..........."Hello?"
"Where are  you?"
"I'm in the lounge, like you said, waiting"
"Good girl. Are you alone?"
"Well,......not really"
"Good"
"Good?"
"Yes, listen carefully whore"
She still cringed when he called her that
"I'll require you to find two men. You know the type, ones that don't have deep
thoughts about anything, preferably wearing wedding rings. Seduce them.
Convince them that you're a very expensive call girl there to meet a client.
Let them introduce the idea of all three of us having you. Tell them you'll
need to call me to make sure it's all right and then do so. Do I make myself
understood?"
"Yes, perfectly"
"Oh and Cathy?"
"Yes?"
"Make sure that they are decently hung. Run your nails along the outlines of
their cocks in their pants, I'm sure just being in close proximity to my girl
will have them quite aroused. Master only wants the best for his toy."
"Thank  you"
"Get moving, I'm waiting"
click

Steven wanted these men to be seduced by her. She would enjoy every moment 
of it. They oozed of everything that she abhorred in men. Arrogant, 
pretentious, moneyed, self-assured, cocky, of the mind that they were able 
to possess anything that they wanted just by the simple virtue of their 
presence. Men that had come on to her throughout her entire life, that she 
sneered at, not even wanting to be flirtatious with them for they made her 
nauseous. This would be her vindication. How easily they were falling into 
her trap. The one man especially was coming on hard and revisited the 
question of what she was doing there. She said, " I am a call girl and was 
told to meet a client at this bar." They both looked taken back by her 
answer.
" A call girl, eh?" he smiled, "Then I'm sure you've had more than one man 
in a session."
Oh, God, could it be this easy? " Yes, as a matter of fact I have and mmmmm, 
it is quite a treat," she said.
"And what is it about that scenario that you like?" he asked.
The man standing opposite from her appeared to be nervous and started 
looking around as if everyone in the room knew what they were talking about.
"I love the feeling of being overwhelmed with cock," she lied. How would she 
know what that felt like? She had only been with a few men in her life and 
all but her husband had been when she was young. This was her part to play 
as directed by Steven.
"And how would your client feel about us joining you two?" he asked.
"Well it's more like do I deem you worthy of being included?" she quipped.
By this time the nervous one had moved in closer, hoping to seclude the 
conversation into the intimate circle where they sat. He was still looking 
around and almost fell over when Cathy reached under the table and grabbed 
his crotch. He was as stiff as a rock and decently hung and appeared 
embarrassed at her aggressive gesture. She smiled at him and gently licked 
her top lip, "You can be included anytime," she whispered.
"Uh, thanks," he said. She noticed his ring.
"Oh, so that's why you're so nervous," she said. "Don't worry, it'll be our 
little secret." She winked.
The other man practically stuck his crotch in her hand. She availed her 
nails, which raked across the length of his shaft. He was smaller in size and 
paled in comparison to Steven's manhood, but he was a willing accomplice, he 
would have to do. His eyes fluttered and he leaned forward and said, " I'll 
give it all to you, just the way you like it." Cathy bit her lip to keep 
from laughing in his face.
"Mmmmm, and I can't wait," she quipped, "but I have to make sure it's okay 
with my client. He is very authoritative and may not like this."
She called the hotel desk and asked for his room number. She said, " Master, 
there are two men here that would be interested in joining you and I. If it 
pleases you." They looked puzzled as to why she used the word "master". The 
nervous one looked reluctant and was motioning to the other that he wanted 
to leave. His eyes were fixed on Cathy's mouth as she spoke, ignoring his 
friend as he was imagining what this would be like.
"Is this what you want, Darling," Steven asked.
"You know I do," she smiled.
"Then let us begin. Bring them up here now," he commanded.




Steven opened the door to his guests. He was dressed in a double-breasted black
Armani suit with a white Italian silk T-shirt underneath. He usually wore all
black but thought the white would best show off his recent tan. 

"Cathy, gentlemen, my suite is yours," with a big grin and an expansive wave of
his arm.

Cathy walked in followed by the two men. Her nylon skirt swished seductively
against her nylon stockings as she walked in her stiletto "fuck-me" pumps,
rolling her hips for the men following behind her. 

"Gentlemen, won't you be seated," Steven gestured toward two chairs adjoining a
table.

When they were seated Steven drew Cathy close to him and began to kiss her
deeply. As he did so he hiked up Cathy's already short skirt and took the
globes of her ass in his hands. Because Cathy's back was now towards the two
men they had a perfect view of her bottom and her stockings. She wore no
underwear as Steven didn't allow it. He kneaded her ass flesh as he raped her
mouth with his tongue. In a few moments he was through greeting her and pulled
away. Cathy remained standing where she was, motionless.

Steven walked behind the two seated men and said, "My whore says that you'd
like to fuck her. And I like nothing better than watching her fuck. She's the
best at what she does, a true artist, isn't that right slut?"

"Yes, Master"

The two men were starting to have second thoughts about what they might have
gotten themselves into, but their egos wouldn't allow them to back out. Though
quite frankly, given their erections, they'd have trouble standing much less
walking out of the room.

"Cathy, why don't you show us what we will have this evening."

She bent from the waist, reaching around and bunching her skirt up so her ample
bottom was revealed again, then she grabbed her ankles. After a pause Cathy
reached around and spread her ass open for their inspection. Her cunt glistened
with her arousal.

"What do you need tonight, Cathy?" Steven whispered.

"I need to have all my holes filled with cock. Your slave needs to be fucked in
her ass, her cunt and she needs to have cum shot down her throat."

"You see gentlemen. Cathy is a girl that knows what she wants. Shall we give it
to her?", an evil laugh from Steven

Cathy was immediately struck by Steven's power. She had been captivated by 
his words and the pictures that he had sent. He commanded attention with 
just his mere presence. She gazed longingly at him as he stood behind these 
two men, speaking to her in a way that made her weak. Her cunt felt as if it 
would burst with the anticipation of having this man, she had seen his 
mammoth cock in a picture and knew she would be complete once it had broken 
through her wetness.

Steven invited the married man to go to Cathy and unleash her breasts from 
her shirt. He appeared to be intrigued by what might be lying beneath, for 
one of Cathy's most distinguishing features was her breasts. Protruding 
seductively under her silk blouse and aching to be released. He stood and 
over his shoulder, Cathy caught Steven's eyes. She had feared that perhaps 
this one would turn and run out of the room, fearing the dark world that lay 
behind the hotel door. Steven looked as pleased as Cathy to see him looking 
intently at her chest and he smiled at her. She set her sights on him as he 
approached her, and never even hesitating, he started to unbutton her 
blouse, pulling the tail out slowly, working his nervous hands at this 
tedious task. Under the silken sheath she wore a corset, tightly bound as 
per Steven's instruction, and this shy man stuck his face right into her 
cleavage. Cathy drew her head back and closed her eyes. Although this wasn't 
Steven, she was relieved to have someone touching her throbbing body. He 
drew his hands down to her nipple and started to rub gently on her flesh. 
She took his head in her hand and guided his ear to her mouth, " When you 
touch me, I want you to do it harder. If you touch my nipple, I want you to 
pinch it coarsely. It will please my Master." He nodded and squeezed a bit 
harder. Cathy cooed him and said, " That's right, just like that."

She caught Steven's eye again. His stare did not reveal any emotion. She 
wondered if this was satisfying for him.

Steven watched, arms folded across his chest, as the man grew in confidence. He
was mauling Cathy's breasts now, pinching and twisting the large nipples, her 
gasps and moans urging him on. He buried his face in the furrow of her
cleavage, squeezing her big teats together, kneading the tit flesh in the rough
manner Steven knew Cathy enjoyed. His guest was becoming drunk with Cathy the
whore's tits, alternating between them now, sucking loudly and squeezing
tightly, urged on by her moaning.
Steven caught Cathy's eyes now and locked upon them, half open with passion. At
times her eyes seemed to roll back into her head, so awash in heat the
housewife was. 
 
"Why don't you help your buddy out?",  he commanded the second man, still
sitting, the erection in his pants clearly visible.

"Strip down, show my slut your dick, she loves dick, don't you Cathy?", Steven
again almost taunting.

Through her moaning Cathy managed, "Yes, please, I'd love to see your cock."

Steven smiled once again, wondering when Cathy's next PTA meeting was.

The more obnoxious of the two men jumped up as if he had been sitting on a 
spring with Steven's invitation. He quickly starting pulling his clothes off 
as he watched the mauling of Cathy's body. He released his prick from his 
underwear, and although his demeanor was repulsive, Cathy became 
increasingly aroused as he approached her. Her skirt was now gathered around 
her waist, her legs parted as far as she could manage without falling over. 
The heels that Steven had instructed her to wear were incredibly high and 
weak as she was with lust, she had to concentrate on standing and receiving 
and delivering all at the same time. The shy man was completely enthralled 
in Cathy's tits which he would periodically leave to stick his tongue in her 
mouth. The other man did not hesitate in reaching down in between her legs 
and shoving two fingers right into her pussy. Cathy loved to be fingered all 
of her life, but this was by far the best she had ever had. Through the 
whirlwind of hands and fingers, tongues and moans, there was Steven, looking 
on intently. The players were in place, Cathy had delivered what she had 
promised, but she would push them out of the room to have Steven. She 
wondered how long it would be, impatient little girl.

Cathy's feverish moaning filled the hotel suite. Her nylon clad legs were
shaking now as the strangers went to work on her. What they lacked in practiced
skills of pleasuring a woman, the skills he had, and they more than made-up for
in adolescent like vigor.


The first man had was holding one of Cathy's large breasts tightly in both
hands, alternating sucking the nipple and thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Spittle from this onslaught covered Cathy's  tit, mouth and neck. The other man
had his fingers in her cunt, ramming them in and out, and the squishing from
her overheated fuckhole an accompaniment to her groans. He had managed to work
his penis free of his pants as well and was jerking it with his other hand and
rubbing the head of it against Cathy's dark stockings. His thumb had evidently
just found her clit because she moaned louder and gasped, "Yes."

Steven stood arms folded, surveying what he had orchestrated. A notion struck
him and he walked to the other side of the room, behind her. He admired her big
ass, the flesh quivering with the manipulations of the two men as well as her
own passion. Steven walked closer behind his Cathy and grasping her throat
pulled her head backwards. Her eyes opened wide for she was surprised to see
him suddenly there. He put his lips to her ear and whispered "Your a good
little whore Cathy, and Master loves you so," as a more  guttural and louder
moan escaped her, either from his words or the fourth finger that had now found
it's way into her cunt.

With Steven's mouth so close to Cathy's ear and the words that he spoke she 
was finding it more difficult to stand. Steven could sense that she was 
growing weak and wanted to see her suck cock. He released her throat and 
turned to survey the room. He wanted to start this event in a different way 
before progressing to the bed. In the corner of the room he noticed an 
ottoman of fair size and decided that it would be perfect. He rolled it over 
to where the group stood and ordered Cathy and the men to cease their 
petting. He stood over the ottoman across from Cathy and said, " I want you 
to strip down and get on all fours on this." She replied, "yes, Steven" and 
abided his command. Fully exposed in the midst of these three men made Cathy 
nervous. But she did as she was told because she trusted him and knew that 
he was aware of her deepest desires.

Cathy removed her clothes until she stood in only her black thigh high hose and
"fuck-me" shoes. The two men had also disrobed and now stood on either side of
her, stroking their very erect organs with their hands, almost salivating at
the sight of her.

She placed her knees on the proffered ottoman and then her hands. Steven
grabbed her waist to steady her. He stepped back and all three admired her,
their fucktoy. Her ample breasts hung down in the most lewd manner, the
aureoles still wet and red from the mauling they'd had moments ago. Her wild
curls covered her face and streamed across her back. All at once she took one
hand and brushing her mane back, lifted her head and said, "OK, who's first? I
need some cock to suck!", and as she opened her heavily painted mouth wide,
winked at Steven, who winked his approval back.
Being completely exposed in this way was liberating for Cathy. On her knees 
on this ottoman in front of these men and her Steven, she felt complete 
abandon of all her inhibitions. She heard Steven say to one of them, " My 
dear man, won't you let my slut service you with her mouth? She needs a cock 
to suck and quite frankly, yours looks like it is in desperate need of some 
attention." Cathy was thrilled to find that it was the shy man as he came 
around to the front of where she was positioned. His cock was inches from 
her face and she could smell his meat. She licked her lips, lightly, urging 
him to move closer. As the tip was placed on her lips, she drew him into her 
mouth, slowly, her tongue running along the bottom of his shaft as he 
lowered his length into her. His face defined his pleasure as did Steven's.

Steven and the other man watched Cathy warm to the task at hand. Steven stood,
arms folded once again across his chest, the all-knowing smirk quite evident on
his face. The other man also watched, but couldn't stop jerking his tool, the
excitement of actually being in a fantasy he had glimpsed only in the porno
videos he watched when his wife wasn't home was becoming way too much for him.
Steven detected this and was concerned that he might ejaculate before he had a
turn at Steven's whore. 
"Hey, buddy. Go easy there. My slut loves to drink cum so save it for her
mouth", he ordered, though in the nicest of ways.

As Cathy, on all fours on the ottoman, continued to have her face fucked,
Steven approached her. He knelt down right near her gorgeous face and whispered
in her ear; "I am so proud of you Catherine. I cherish your surrender".
As the dick slid in and out of her willing mouth Cathy was only able to muster
an, "Mmmppphhhh" and a nod, letting her Master know that she was loving being a
whore for his pleasure.

As he rose, Steven took a fistful of Cathy's mane of curls in his fist and
started to force her head into a certain rhythm. At the same moment he spoke
aloud; "You love to suck cock, don't you Cathy? It's what you're made for,
isn't it?"

With that he started to force her head back and forth onto the man-flesh that
had her head so impaled. He pushed her head forcibly right up against the man's
pubic region wondering if she would gag. But he knew she wouldn't because he
had trained her to stifle the gag reflex when his much larger tool was forced
down her throat.
He held her head against the man's groin and said aloud, "Look at this. Have
you ever seen a more cock crazy slut in your life? I could hold her head here
all day with this cock down her throat and she'll love every minute of it. In
fact, she'll beg for more. Watch."

With that, Steven pulled back on the fistful of her hair that he held close to
her head, and the shy man's penis broke free of her mouth. Cathy gave Steven
that look that he first saw when they had initially met at the NY Public
Library, the unmistakable look of lust. He had never seen eyes that whispered
"Fuck me" quite like hers.

"Master please. I need cock to suck, please. I want to make that cock cum
because I know it pleases you. Please, Master, I beg of you, don't keep me from
that cock, it needs sucking soooo badly and I need to have it shoot in my mouth
because I'm a slut", she hoarsely said to the room, the duskiness of her voice
enough to telegraph her message of lust, much less her words.

The two men exchanged glances, their earlier phony bravado now gone, replaced
by a thankfulness that they had been selected for this scene.

"My poor baby", Steven said. "Gentlemen, you've heard about nymphomania but
never thought you seen a woman so afflicted. Well, this is your lucky night.
Say hello to the face of that terrible disease. Cathy suffers from it, though
it is always in remission until I bring it forth".

Steven stood at Cathy's waist facing her rear and placed his big hands on her
remarkable ass. As he spread her ass cheeks he said to the shy man, "Ever
fucked a woman's ass? Cathy loves that. At times I've thought that she must
have a clit in her behind!", he chuckled as the man now moved behind Steven's
fucktoy.
"And you, my friend, now it's your turn to get a blowjob from the best
cocksucker in the world. Go ahead, enjoy her, that's what she's here for. Our
pleasure."

The other man stepped forward and placed his stiff rod at Cathy's mouth as the
other participant placed his cock head at the entrance to her bowels. Steven
couldn't help but smile as he watched the gateway to Cathy's most forbidden of
areas start to unfurl in welcome to this new invasion. Just like he had taught
her.
Cathy was mildly repulsed to be giving pleasure in any form to this man. His 
willingness to participate in this scene was his only acquittal for being 
such an arrogant slob. She decided as he came around her front that she 
would give him a less than stellar performance, hoping that Steven wouldn't 
notice her masquerade. As he eased himself into her mouth, she concentrated 
instead on the rape of her ass. She knew who it was and smiled 
through her toiling of giving head at the thought of this overwhelmed, shy 
man sticking his cock in what he thought was a prostitute's ass. Cathy was 
certain this was not run of the mill for him, which made pleasing him all 
the more satisfying. She could hear Steven opening something and all at once 
felt the oil cascading slowly down her crack. The cool oil on her steaming 
flesh made her weak and she momentarily forgot about the cock she was 
supposed to be sucking. She let out a low moan that caused Steven to glance 
at her. When he noticed she wasn't being attentive to the task in her front, 
his hand came down hard on her ass cheek, which almost caused her to lose her 
balance. Both men were startled to see this action and even more so at 
Steven's words, " If you continue to ignore this man's desire to have his 
cock milked by you, your punishment will be severe. Do you understand?" She 
replied, "Yes, Master, I understand. Forgive me for being so negligent." He 
said, "You are a good girl, Cathy", and lightly kissed the flesh where he 
had struck her as she resumed her duty.

Go ahead," Steven invited the gentleman standing at Cathy the Whore's rear as
she resumed her oral pleasing of the guest at her front. 

"Be my guest, fuck her ass, she loves it," Steven intoned.

The "shy" man took his throbbing pole in his hand and guided it to her still
unfurling anus. He placed the head of it at her dark entryway and started to
push himself into her with his hips, grabbing her waist for purchase as he did.
Feverish slurping filled the room as Cathy continued to service the cock to her
fore with her mouth, all the while enjoying the sensation of having her ass
raped by a stranger. 

Steven knelt by her face and whispered in her ear; "You're a slut, aren't you
Cathy? A fucktoy for men's pleasure. Look at you, a stranger fucking your big
ass, another in your mouth, what would your husband think if he knew? You're
just a whore, Cathy, my whore. The only difference between you and a prostitute
is that you don't take my money. But you do get paid, don't you slave girl?
Your payment is in the pleasure you bring me, Your Master,  in the pride I take
in your performance, the pleasure of your subjugation to my erotic whims. And
the humiliation of this, it gets you so fuckin' hot, doesn't it, slut?" And
with that her Master took her swollen clit in between his oily thumb and index
finger and started to roll it around, squeezing it tighter as he did. Cathy the
Whore shook uncontrollably in climax, a cock down her throat, another pounding
her well-oiled asshole, her Owner's hand torturing her sex and seemingly
pleased at the moment, as the video camera in the corner recorded it all.

What the tape in the camcorder would reveal later was a voluptuous woman in her
early 30's, perched on her hands and knees on an ottoman, clad only in black
stockings and black patent leather stiletto heeled shoes. Her large breasts
hung down in the most lewd fashion and swayed with the rhythm of her multiple
defilements. A discerning eye would note that this woman was in a hotel room
and was being used by three men. One man was holding on to her waist and by the
angle one could surmise that he was performing an act of sodomy upon the woman
with the mane of wild dark crimson curls. To her front the camera revealed
another man gripping her head and pumping his penis in and out of her mouth and
at times holding her face flush against his groin so that his tool down her
throat made her gag. Kneeling next to her was evidently the maestro of the
proceedings, who alternated rubbing the woman's pubic mound and clitoris in the
most vigorous of fashions and suddenly, without warning, plunging four of his
fingers deep into her vagina. The young woman started to shake and a low
animal-like moaning issued from her filled mouth. The man who was insinuated in
her rectum began to pump in and out of her forbidden hole in a rapidly
increasing cadence, evidently approaching climax. Like his friend, the man
being orally serviced by the young wife and mother started to make the noises
that could only be associated with approaching orgasm. He too increased his
rhythm to a dizzying final pace. The man kneeling at her side took his free
hand and started to stroke the woman's clitoris as his entire other hand
disappeared inside of her. And as he did this a torrent of liquid burst from
the lady's sex, drenching the fabric of the ottoman. She was climaxing at the
same moment as her two lovers. The maestro smiled, enjoying conducting the
first movement of his whore's symphony of debauchery.


Cathy shook uncontrollably as Steven removed his hand from her cunt. She had 
always believed deep inside of herself that her body and mind were intended 
for this kind of sexual barrage, she longed for it. But never in her wildest 
imaginings did she ever think that it would come to pass. Yet here she was, 
fulfilling that fantasy, though not through her own doing, but by Steven's. 
He had encouraged her to come here and perform these acts and she came 
willingly crossing every barrier that she had ever set forth regarding sex. 
As the cock was removed from her mouth, she slowly swallowed the last of the 
semen that had remained in her mouth with a dramatic gulp, licking her lips 
gently to add to the pleasure of the men who watched her. The man at her 
rear jerked his limp member out of her and she could feel his cum starting 
to ooze out of her dark hole. She could feel a stirring of excitement 
growing inside of her with the prospect of what her master would have her do 
next.








sybian1@aol.com

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