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From: "Lou Moran" <ellem52@mail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Promise :: Mark's Dilemma
Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2003 06:10:02 -0500
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The Promise :: Mark's Dilemma
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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.  He
was torn.
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