Message-ID: <41273asstr$1047726602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <ellem52@mail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030314200029.2468.qmail@mail.com> Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit MIME-Version: 1.0 From: "Lou Moran" <ellem52@mail.com> X-Originating-Server: ws1-10.us4.outblaze.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2003 15:00:29 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} The Promise :: Mark's Dilemma Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2003 06:10:02 -0500 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/Year2003/41273> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge The Promise :: Mark's Dilemma ellem52@mail.com MF --- 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. --- He'd really wanted to dress her up again. He'd wanted to buy her something incredibly slutty, maybe rubber. He wanted to but there just wasn't time. She'd called him the same day, and begged to see him immediately. While it swelled him with pride that he'd had such a major effect on Kristen it also worried him. She was married. She was sweet. Mark wanted her, he wanted her in the filthiest way he'd ever wanted a woman. He wanted to defile her, change her, and make her cream when she saw him. The thing that scared him was how he felt about her. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to break up her marriage. He didn't want Kristen become his whore. He couldn't believe what he was feeling. He couldn't shake the feelings respect he had for her. She was his mental equal. She was as smart, as quick, as funny as he was. He was floored by her sense of humor. She didn't blanch at his crude jokes and got the sophisticate. She was a match for him in every forum. She was a match. So beautiful. This, Mark reasoned, was a girl that wouldn't even talk to him in High School and certainly not in college. This wonderfully smart, lithe, strong woman was begging to see him, begging to sleep with him, yet she couldn't possibly be thinking of him as he was thinking of her. She couldn't be imagining what it would be like after the sex. The conversation, over coffee, eating bagels and laughing at Dilbert. Kissing after a game winner at Madison Square Garden. Making love with his whole body the way she had kissed him with hers. Bodies intertwined until there was only one. Them. These were not his thoughts. He was being co-opted by some romantic. Mark was never romantic. Never. He'd only recently come into his own. The computer boom of the nineties had afforded him the ability to spend his free time in Gyms building his body from a soft nerd to a chiseled geek. His looks hadn't improved much but the muscles made his chest broad and the expensive suits hung on him better. He'd met a hairdresser named Julia who'd cleaned him up and cut his hair in a way that made him look like the thirty something professional he was. Julia was as dumb as rock but had been blessed with an amazing array of perfect body parts. While at certain angles she appeared as a disjointed assortment of long legs and huge breasts, bent over her kitchen table she looked perfect. He still squirmed thinking about that first night with her. Mark had his third haircut in her chair and an exasperated Julia asked him out for a drink. She knew he was coming in and had dressed herself in a club dress that she wouldn't have normally worn to her job. Her tips on the day were vastly improved in her black PVC halter top dress. It was very short and her long smooth legs, normally wrapped in tight jeans were bare and freshly waxed. Her sneakers stayed in the closet and her ankle strap pumps lifted her 5 foot 6 frame up to 5 foot 11, an inch shorter than Mark. They ducked into a bar and she'd done 2 shots for every one he'd had. "If you touch me. I'm going to fuck you," she slurred to him. He dragged her to a cab and kissed her like every woman he'd ever wanted to kiss before but never had. While he was sloppy, she didn't notice partly because of her intoxication and partly because of the wicked things his fingers were doing to her now stripped pussy. They snuck quietly into her apartment in Brooklyn. They'd landed in the kitchen because it was room far enough away from her parent's bedroom that she could fuck him. She'd had sex in the kitchen before. She immediately pushed his head to her cunt and trained him how to properly lick a pussy. He'd shocked her by sucking her clit ferociously. Her huge brown eyes rolled up into her head and her pouting mouth, lips licked clean of the thick red lipstick she'd worn, hung agape as she came. Her gorgeous ass grinding on the kitchen table as she squirmed trying to loosen his mouth and trying to stuff her whole pussy into it. She ripped the top of her dress down and pulled her bra off his hands clamped onto her swaying mounds. His fingers deeply indented in her flesh. He continued to suck her. She bucked and began pleading for him to stop. The orgasms were wracking her body. Mark stopped and licked her nipples, sucking them with the same vacuum suction he'd applied to he clit. She dropped off the table to her knees and pulled his slacks down and looked at his fully erect cock. "Thank you," she said as she swallowed his beast burying him, pushing him down her throat. He blasted her immediately; he hadn't lasted more than 3 minutes. She forgave him this and whipped him immediately back into form and bent her long body over the glass table holding her ass cheeks apart. He huge tits crushed against the glass. "Fuck me as hard as you can." He plunged into her without any regard for her, himself, or the table top he shoved nearly off of the legs of the table. Then his body took over. It was if he were watching himself fuck Julia. His hips slammed into her forcing squeals and grunts from the deepest parts of her guts. She cried out as he crammed himself inside her. His cock was a monster long and fat. So big, she doubted it was possible to ever get him fully rigid. She tried to fuck back as she had with other men but it was impossible with this man. While he was huge he was completely with out any technique. He didn't need much with the tool he was wielding, but some wouldn't hurt. He seemed unable to tell the difference between pained cries and ecstasy. He seemed to like the pained cries better. He got plenty of them from Julia. He was transfixed in her bikini tan and the slick black PVC. The jiggle of her almost perfectly tight body. The shaking of her legs. The way her tits stuck to the table crushed under her weight. He stabbed deeply inside her pussy and held her fast by the hips. She begged for more. He gave it. Coming fast had been a great thing. he had no desire to cum only a desire to make Julia scream. She had lost all control of her body; Mark was using her as he wished. She began to get the feelings that something massive was going to tear through her. The hints of a gigantic orgasm began deep in her. Her skin electrified, everything felt good. Her legs lifted off the ground. Her breath comes only in quick pants. Her tongue wagging from her mouth. Spit being shook out of her open mouth as if his dick was coming out. He was grunting on every thrust. She was gripping the table so hard she thought it might break. Some of her silk nails popped off under the pressure. If felt like she was choking to get the words out. They were pushing out of her, too big to say, but the right size to scream. "I'm cummmmmmiinng," she ended her announcement with an unintelligible guttural noise that was more like a growl than a scream. Mark gushed inside her. His semen spurted back out when he pulled his thick cock out of her. The tight fit made her pussy pop with a wet smack as his head was freed. Julia's huge eyes were wide open as if in shock from the brutal fucking she'd just endured, and from the intense orgasm that left her spent. Mark peeled her off the table and yanked her dress to the floor. He held her up as he hungrily kissed her still gaping mouth. Her body was moist from sweat, his and hers and totally limp. His shrinking cock, pressed folded against her stomach, throbbed. She was dazed for the experience. Her mother stood in the doorway into the kitchen. She'd seen this before. She filled the egress with her stocky build, arms crossed. "How dare you!" "Mom look at this thing," Julia said yanking Mark's wet meat from between them. In the weeks that followed Julia taught Mark everything she knew about her body. Everything she wanted done to her Mark tried. He was a quick learner and she came harder than she'd ever cum with anyone. She wore outfits to please him. He bought Catwoman, Bat Girl, Wonder Woman, French Maid, Police Woman, Librarian, Hooker, Dominatrix and School Girl outfits for her. They'd tied each other up. Fucked on drugs. He'd reamed her ass bringing her to tears. She'd been sucking him during her breaks. He'd fucked her in her shop. She felt herself becoming more and more subservient to him. The relationship burned out quickly after a few months. She was exhausted and he wanted to fuck everything he could get his bone in. The day they'd called it quits he picked up a McDonald's counter girl and fucked her 18 year old body into a sobbingmess. Soon he was trolling the Fashion Institute on 7th Avenue and screwing the young girls who attended the school. They were all so tiny; he liked the Asian girls best. They dressed the sexiest and came so hard they passed out. It wasn't long before Mark was fucking his clients and his client's wives and daughters. He was addicted to women. He liked breaking them. Fucking them into submission. Dressing them up. Taking them far past the limits they imagined. He was banging women he didn't even find attractive. Just to make them suffer at the end of his huge cock. Julia was wearing the red rubber pants and cropped tank top when she showed up at Mark's doorstep begging him for sex. Mark swelled with pride knowing he had mastered his teacher; he let her in and walked her past an unconscious college girl Mark had fucked into that state. "I've learned a lot more," he warned Julia. "Are you ready?" "Yes." "I'll own you when this is over." "You own me now." Mark felt shame at this admission. For some reason having Julia admit this to him without any fight left him empty. The girl in the other room stirred and left when she saw Mark kissing the tall woman dressed in red. That night Mark made love to Julia. The sex was still vigorous but his motives were not of domination. Mark and Julia made love until they both gently passed out. Julia woke him in the morning and they made love again. "I love you," she gasped as she came. That was the last time Mark saw Julia. Her mother only said she'd moved away. Mark returned to his old ways within a few weeks. Then he met Kristen. Everything was upside down now. 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