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Subject: {ASSM} A Girl pt2 (MMF, nc, D/s)
Date: Wed,  2 Apr 2003 23:10:02 -0500
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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction based on true events.
If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age
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(Chapter 2 - Stranger 1)

Standing in the dim light of the waking city the shadows lengthening
with the rising sun he looks about 

"Looking to be a nice day my angel, Will you be seen today, a glimpse
is all I ask" he murmurs to himself 

He has seen her before walking in the city alone, and with the man. He
knows that they live together and they are in love. Thus you can
plainly tell by the look on her face, she would do anything at all for
her man and her man knows it. When they are together however there is
something different with them he doesn't know what it is but he finds
it arousing. The times he sees her alone are the most strange she is
always dressed provocatively no it's more than that she is dressed as
a slut, a two bit whore. Does her man know, how can he not they live
together he knows her man is home when she leaves the house, what is
it then dose her man not earn enough must she work. He knows she is a
working girl he has watched her leave the street to those motels with
men. She has taste they are always clean looking men never the kind
that could hurt his angel. That's what she is his angel tears come
unbidden to his eyes. 

"Why, oh why my angel. What drives you to this?" he cries.

His sorrow is interrupted by their opening of there door he knows by
the squeak that It makes. His morning vigil at his house has been
going on for a month now. He knew the first time he saw her leave to
work the night she was special to him. How can her man let his angel
do this she is too good for this. He thanks God that it doesn't happen
every night only about Three nights a week and normally three to four
men a night. Often her tricks are from a core group of about 6 men. 

He watches them leave the house together she is happy, laughing and
they are holding hands. Her man is wearing a nice casual outfit nice
pants and a polo with a sweater and a loose coat, his angel is wearing
a short skirt and a nice tight sweater top. Her breasts are outlined
against the wool of her top and the skirt is just long enough to look
classy. She wraps a thick winter coat about herself blocking his view.
He follows them down the street toward the mall they love careful so
as not to be seen. He is safe though they are much to interested in
each other to notice their almost constant shadow. Ten minutes later
he follows them into the mall and smiles watching the coats come off.
He follows for a few minutes watching her ass sway under the skirt. He
shakes his head what a beauty his angel is. 

Three hours at the mall today much of it spent in clothing shops. He
smiles thinking of the 35 minutes they spent looking at lingerie and
notices that his angel managed to talk her man into 5 items today. 

"Five today baby, is today your birthday I wonder?" he breaths to
himself.

He has a quick meal while they are at the record store and is almost
left behind as they leave. They arrive home and again he settles to
wait. Is tonight the night she will go back to work it's colder but
she hasn't been out for close to a week now. He waits for close to six
hours sitting in the front room of the house across the street. Almost
ready to give up on watching for the night when he sees the front
light come on and as his angel walks out he gasps. 

"No, no angel you'll catch your death of cold in that" he groans.

He looks unbelieving at her clothes the skirt he has not seen before
it's so short and fairly tight. He can tell she is wearing no panties
but then she never does. The top must be close to three sizes to small
for her in what looks to be a mid blue. She shivers once and then sets
off in the 5 inch heeled ankle boots that she often wears on these
occasions. Hurriedly he grabs his hat and coat and follows her to keep
her safe. He knows many would think him a stalker but that's not it at
all he loves her would kill to keep her safe she is his angel. They
walk for ten minutes him close to 50 yards behind her his hands
stuffed deep in his pockets. She turns and seems to look at him his
breath catches in his throat and for a minute. He considers walking on
past and heading home no he cant do that if he did and something
happened he would not be able to live with the pain. No his angel
needs him!

They walk for another 5 minutes before she reaches an ubiquitous
lamppost and she glances over her shoulder straight at him. Well
that's fine he is far enough away for her not to be able to se him
properly as he stands under the flickering light of a lamp close to
the end of its life. She stands there her feet apart and bends at the
waist hands up against the lamppost pushing her ass out her skirt
slipping up over her. He can see the top of her legs slowly being
revealed to him and he finds his legs carrying him slowly closer to
get a better view. He is in love with his angel and damn it all if she
doesn't have a great ass. 

Then there it is he can't believe it only ten feet away now and the
first time he has seen her do this. Sure he has seen her in some very
nice poses before always seemingly designed to attract men to her but
never something this blatant. This is close to a private show he looks
about to see if there is anyone else about. There isn't he stands
there captivated with the view of her pussy lips clearly visible
beneath the receding hem. Then the hem slips that last bit and springs
up her too short skirt now resting on the small of her back bare ass
proudly displaying itself to him. Her pussy lips carefully separating
as she moves her legs further apart.

There is movement coming form the top half. Is she going to leave no
her hand slips down and lifts the front of her skirt. His hand opening
his coat and a hand slipping into his trousers he starts to slowly
stroke his hard cock as he watches her fingers one each side of a
small mound of flesh deep between the puss lips. She moans and shivers
with what seams to be arousal he watches her gently rub herself. then
another shock he is moving not quite sure what he is doing. He heads
toward her then there is a clean rag in his hand and before he knows
it he is standing behind her. Reaching out moving on automatic her
leans in behind her a hand taking her head and pulling it back as he
uses his weight gently against her to hold her body where it was. She
opens her mouth in a mix of shock and surprise he takes that chance to
slip the wad of cloth into her mouth. 

"Don't try to struggle or ill hurt you!" he growls "now stay there
bitch"

he pulls away from her a hand moving to her groin parting her pussy
lips the other moves to hold her against the lamppost. Where the hell
did that bitch comment come form he would never talk to his angel like
that. Come to think of what is her doing his hand nestled in her cunt.
Thinking about it for a short time then he knows what he is doing. His
cock twitches and comes to rest at the entrance to her cunt. now he
knows what he must do, he must rescue her, take her away from the life
that makes her sell her body. He will take her away from it all.
Standing there with his hand in his angel's pussy his cock resting at
the entrance to her cunt his decision made. She starts to struggle he
clamps his hand down on her pussy lips and pushes her harder against
the lamppost. 

"So now you struggle bitch. Well struggle away you showed what you
have so now I'm having it!" he growls at her. 

Inside he screams at himself what the hell was that. He presses
forward his cock slipping into her he lets go of her pussy lips and
starts to stroke into her wit a rough rhythm. He can feel her getting
wetter and she seams to relax. Yes that it he knew it his body
instinctively knew the best way to comfort his angel so that he can
rescue her from the foul life that makes her sell herself. He can hear
quiet sobs coming from behind the cloth. See she is relieved that he
has come. All of a sudden he feels his balls contract and then he is
shooting cum into her pussy. The sobs subside and he decides that it
is time to get his angel out of the cold. A hand reaches into his
pocket taking a small bottle his softening cock slips out of her. Her
hand moves down and he takes it emptying some liquid onto the gag the
fumes wafting into her nose. In a few seconds she goes limp in his
arms and he gently tugs her skirt down lifting her into his strong
arms he carries her home.

Arriving home 30 minutes later he seats her in the spare room. The one
that has boards over the window and a column heater radiating warmth
in the centre of the room. Carefully he takes the crop top and skirt
off her standing there for a moment looking at the beauty of his
angel. Reaching out to touch her breast he is shocked to find her
cold. 

"Well of course you fool "he chastises himself.


Its cold out there and he hurries to run a bath for her. When ready he
carries her to the bathroom and lays her in the tub he washes her.
Exploring every inch of her body removing her from the bath he wraps
his angel in a big fluffy towel.

"your safe not my beautiful angel" he whispers to her and leaves the
room. 

He wakes in the night hearing a noise fearing that she may
misunderstand his motives he rises. Finding some soft rope and gently
yet securely ties her to the bed he will see his angel everyday now
and never again will she have to sell herself.



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ok feedback welcome if you understand two things 
1) i cant spell and i make no appologies for that tho i have tryed to
sort it out 

2) i am trying somethin in a bit of a new style of writing for me ..
i havent posted here before but i have been writing this stuff for
more than a week or two 

mail me at joshua.pritchard@xtra.co.nz.NOSPAM og and as per usual
remove the ".NOSPAM"

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