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From: "Lou Moran" <ellem52@mail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Promise :: Kristen's Unproductive Day
Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2003 14:10:03 -0500
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The Promise :: Kristen's Unproductive Day
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MF Mast

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Can you vote in the USA?  Does sex make you happy?  Got a good
grip on reality vs. fantasy?  If you answered YES to these
questions read on.
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This is like a spin-off from the Train Stories series.  
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Kristen thought all day about the amazing things Mark had done to
her with his tongue, mouth, hands.  She shuddered every time she
remembered.  Her fingers clutched her thighs and her eyes closed.
 In her new satellite office she was often alone except for her
junior assistant.  A large woman who liked Kristen and hated her
position, this office and the company she toiled for.

"Got some," Lorena asked in falsetto.

"What?"

"Baby, you squirming around in your chair like that, this lady
knows what you did."

"I," Kristen started incredulously, "I didn't do anything."

"OK."  Lorena said twisting herself around to face her screen. 
After several minutes of typing away in the black and green
terminal she half whispered, "What did he do to you?"

Kristen smiled.

"He used his tongue and hands on me.  I came so hard I was
shaking.  I was crying it felt so good.  It was like I was
completely overcome."

"Mmmm.  Come 'on tell the lady more."

"I was wearing this," Kristen said pulling her red foil dress out
of her bag, crumpled and stuck together.  Lorena put her chin in
her hand and spread her fore and middle finger in a vee and
licked between them with her fat tongue.

Kristen felt dizzy just seeing a tongue making the motions.  Her
eyes lost focus as she remembered the way he sucked.  Hard but
his mouth was soft at the same time.

"Well I was for a little while,"  she said stuffing the dress
back down into the black bag, "First we had these really hot
kisses.  Then he slid down me, he just couldn't stop touching me,
the dress.  He pushed up my dress," Kristen said and shuddered,
"and his mouth just made everything in the world disappear.  It
was like the only things in the world were my eyes, his mouth and
my pussy."  Kristen gasped out loud.

"Baby you making the Lady wanna cum.  So did you let John push it
in?"

"John?"

"Your husband?"  Lorena stopped and considered the dress, "Wait a
minute, you wouldn't have brought the dress with you to work. 
Baby, you having an affair?"

"No, no, I was just caught up in the moment."

"Baby, you a terrible liar.  You can trust this Lady.  Did he
stuff your bird?"

"No, he was too big.  It scared me.  He is huge.  Much bigger
than John."

"Baby, how big could he be?"

Kristen used her hands to show Lorena.  

"Baby," Lorena said shoving a pad to her, "draw it for theLady."

Lorena knew whatever the size it would be fairly accurate. 
Kristen had a good eye and was drawing so quickly that she
clearly remembered the man's penis.  Lorena figured that Kristen
had probably been thinking about it all day.  When Kristen
flipped the pad back Lorena looked at it a recoiled.

"Baby this boy will split you in two.  Mmm, mmm, mmm.  That's
some piece of meat.  My God," Lorena said slapping a 12 inch
wooden ruler down next to Kristen's sketch, "Honey that's a ten
inch dick.  Oh Lord, this Lady thinks it might be eleven.  Baby,
how wide is it?"

Kristen circled her two hands together, "But I never touchedit."

"What?"

"He was too big."

"But you were soaked.  He didn't just put it in you?"

"No.  No he was a gentleman.  I was laying on the couch shaking,
on my stomach, after he came, my ass was right there.  He could
have done it to me right there.  I was totally spent.  Weak."

"You didn't touch it and he came?" 

"Yeah.  I just teased him.  He came so hard, but he looked like
he could have fucked me right after he was done.  I could barely
move."

"Sweety you'll be barely able to walk after he puts this fuck
stick in you," Lorena said shaking the pad.

"I know."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know."

"Are you going to see him again?"

"Yes."

Kristen tried to work but all she could do was think about Mark
and his porn star penis.  PSP.  She couldn't get the idea of him
impaling her over and over out of her mind.  What if he'd just
jumped on her and stuck that thing inside her.  Just fucked her,
pinning her down on that couch, ramming her without any regard
for her pleasure or pain.  What if he just used her tight body as
his toy?

John had ravaged her in the beginning.  He is perfectly sized for
Kristen.  His manhood satisfied her.  She'd never felt out of
control with him.  Nothing like the feelings that flooded her
with Mark, consumed her.  John was a beautiful man and his
devotion to children's sports was inspiring.  His sudden weight
gain, inability to land a decent job and complete disinterest in
sex, however, were not inspiring.  In fact, Mark had come along
at a time when Kristen was seriously thinking about cheating on
John for a while.  There had almost been infidelity right after
the wedding.

Kristen had been looking for a new car and a salesman had been
very patient with her and had given her a good deal.  A few days
after the purchase she saw him in a chain restaurant at the bar
while she and John hosted lunch for Little League.  Kristen went
to the bar to say, "Hello," and update Dave, the salesman, on how
happy she was with her new car.

Dave was a thick man.  Large and thick.  Not fat, but certainly
not thin.  They chit chatted for several minutes and Dave stood
up and deftly pushed his fingers into her sex.  He had just spun
his fingers and twisted her cotton and spandex shorts and slipped
his fingers right past her thong underwear plunging his index and
middle fingers right into her.  Her legs sprung open when he
slapped the inside of her thigh.  He ground his fingers in her up
to his knuckles and pistoned her to his hand.  His index finger's
second calloused joint raked her clit.

Kristen remembered her mouth agape, her tongue wet and heavy in
her mouth.  He only did it a few seconds.  She slid off of the
chair and his fingers.  Kristen was completely soaked.  Totally
prepared for sex.  Her legs were like soft springs.  Dave
steadied her.

"Yeah, I thought so," he said swallowing his drink, "Any time I
wanted to."

Kristen's legs tried to squeeze the feeling out of her crotch
just like they had that day.  She'd attacked John when they got
home.  She used her mouth and hands on him like never before. 
She stayed on her knees for much longer than usual.  She kept her
eyes closed the entire time imagining Dave taking her right at
the bar.  She never went back to the dealership for fear that
Dave would want to and that she wouldn't be able to refuse.

Mark had gotten to her wet without ever touching her in the main
office.  His emails and Instant Messages were so steamy and so
exact she couldn't get the images out of her mind.  She imagined
him doing everything he wrote.  She imagined his tough sex talk
as reality.  She imagined.

Lorena stole glances at Kristen, her boss, and could not believe
that she sitting in her chair writhing in memory.  She didn't
know who the eleven inch dick belonged to but as long as it
didn't belong to her husband she felt like she didn't have to
work very hard anymore.

She looked at Kristen.  Smart, funny, sexy.  Short.  Such a
little thing, five foot two, maybe five four.  Jet black hair
that gleamed even to the ends that hung as low as her perfectly
proportioned breasts.  Lorena watched her grinding her ass into
her chair.  Lorena had been with many women, her husbands had
wanted her to be with women.  "Well," Lorena thought, "I guess I
like those women too."

Kristen was too busy in her sexual world to even notice that
Lorena was not only, not working, but staring at her.  Watching
her run her tiny hands up the back of her slender, leather
wrapped calves.  Grinding her fingers into her thighs.  Rocking
her high back executive chair back and forth.  Her teeth sinking
into her lower lip as she moaned out softly.

"Baby, you're making this Lady crazy.  I'm going to go out to
lunch.  You feel free to finish yourself."

As soon as Lorena left Kristen yanked her dress up and crammed
her fingers into her sopping sex.  She spread her tight, hairless
lips with her left hand fingers and her right hand fingers
molested her slickened clit.  Kristen shook and threw her left
leg over the arm of the chair.  Her right foot dug the heel of
her boot into the thin business carpet.  Her wedding band and
engagement rings slid down her fingers as her thick juices gushed
from her.

The thoughts of Mark and Dave taking her, making her, forcing the
cum from her little body.  Mark crowded out the car salesman with
his gigantic cock.  All her thoughts went to him and his body
breaking her.  Getting to the bottom of her tiny sex.  She
imagines his weight on her.  Pinning her beneath him.  He is
relentless, he is so forceful.  She imagines John watching as
Mark pounds her to a screaming orgasm.  Kristen cums again and
even though her hands have brought her to a shocking orgasm it is
not anything like what Mark did to her earlier in the morning.  

Kristen is sweating when Lorena walks back in.

"Oh baby, this Lady smells sex all over this room.  You need to
get yourself to the ladies room and clean up."

Kristen robotically gets up and wobbles into the hall to the
bathroom.

"Who thought she shaved herself clean?"  Lorena mused catching a
glimpse of her creamy crotch.

Kristen finished drying herself then looked at herself in the
mirror.  Who was this woman who looked back at her?  This sex
fiend that plotted to cheat on her husband?  Who dressed like a
stripper for a man she barely knew?  Who wore no underwear?  Who
had just masturbated in her office and who had just admitted it
all to a woman she knew disliked her?  What was Mark doing to
her?  

What was Mark going to do to her?

Would he keep his promise?



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