Message-ID: <42109asstr$1051355406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: jenny_stupid@yahoo.com (cowgirl) X-Original-Message-ID: <1f76532b.0304251925.64c70e9f@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 26 Apr 2003 03:25:30 GMT X-Spamscanner: mailbox6.ucsd.edu (v1.2 Mar 17 2003 15:04:36, 3.2/5.0 2.43) X-Spam-Level: Level *** X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.7 49863 h3Q3PUfZ052429 mailbox6.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 25 Apr 2003 20:25:29 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Two Lovely Black Eyes (F/M, F/F/M, Humil. Cuckold) Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2003 07:10:06 -0400 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/Year2003/42109> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Two Lovely Black Eyes (F/M, F/F/M, Humil. Cuckold) By cowgirl & Cate Murray A rude woman driver flips off a husband and wife in along the road, and the couple decide to teach her a lesson! _________________ Special thanks to my good friend Cate Murray, whom co-wrote, and made this story 100% BETTER -- let 'lone correcting my poopy spelling! Thanks Cate!!!! :-) _______________ "That little bitch back there's riding my ass? Why wont she let up?" I shouted at my husband who shrank in the passenger's seat. The woman had now pulled up alongside, then slowed down and glared in at us. "John, DO something!" I panicked. "Well, Erin, she WAS tailgating, but you're in the fast lane and going forty" my husband tried lamely. "You're on *her* side now? Great!" I muttered as I pulled up alongside the mini van. The driver was a little bottle blonde bitch in her twenties, wearing sunglasses, and, get this, flipping ME off!! "John, she did it, but she's flipping US off? What the fuck?" " You're right, now I'm pissed too! She's riding our ass like a fucking bull elephant, then she has the GALL to do this?" he spat, and I sighed, relieved he'd finally grown a pair! " John, do something. Flip her back." "I dunno. this could escalate, couldn't it? Road rage and all?" "What road rage? She's a middle class bimbo in a Mini van, you think she's packing or something? For God's sake do I always gotta..." I sighed and flipped a 'birdie' back to her as she scowled fiercely at us, then suddenly pulled off the freeway. "Did you see that? Now she's pissed." "Oooohhh scarey. She's a woman John, okay? Afraid she'll yell at you and your dick'll shrivel up?" I said, catching his crestfallen look. John wasn't the most macho of men anyway, that's why I married him, but I had to be careful not to say too much. I'd been in a lesbian relationship before this, and John feared the main reason I picked him was he looked so much like my ex- lover Patty. He'd discovered her photo one day and was upset -- "She looks like ME! "Not really. you just have thin bones. Your butt is more shapely actually. " I smirked playfully. He pouted, and looked so cute doing it. "Guys aren't supposed to HAVE round butts." "Oh relax, I like guys that look like you. Soft skin, blonde, angelic really." He forced a smile, but I knew it gnawed at him. Like being mistaken for a girl when he wore long hair, which ALWAYS happened when we went out, before he grew a beard because that made him so mad! When I insisted he shave it off or I couldn't touch him, he was mad as a hornet, but complied. I loved women, sure, and truth be told, I'm probably more of a lesbian than anything else, but I missed a man, and decided to split the difference. I encouraged John's feminine appearance in subtle ways, and rewarded him in bed. But I did want him to take charge in the world outside the bedroom, which he was a complete failure at! My old girlfriend Patty was more a man than pouty little Johny-boy!!! John wasn't as good a lover as Patty's was, by a long shot, and she had a more butch side I was trying to cultivate in John that wasn't sprouting as I hoped. She also had a terrific strap on which reached my G-spot, and really stretched my inner clitoris, which poor John's penis just couldn't seem to reach. As we followed the Mini van down the street, we were both surprised to see it pull into OUR apartment complex, then into the driveway of the apartment across from us. Both John and I exchanged a stunned look as we carefully followed her in, keeping a good distance behind. "Look Erin, the little snot lives here. She our fucking neighbor!" He whispered angrily. I got so turned on when John arched up on his hind legs like this. It was so "Patty-like'. "Yeah, what'll we do?" I said, ducking down, egging him further. " Well, I think I'll...uh ..go over there and tell her off!" John said, his face desperate for me to stop him. " Oooh John, would you? Really? I'd feel so protected if you would." I cooed. He sat up straight, swallowing his fear, then opened the car door as the blonde bitch in sunglasses started into her apartment.. I hurried into the house, then spied out the back kitchen window, pissed as I saw John standing there, by her car, hedging and doing nothing. He checked at his watch, waited three more minutes, then came strutting in. I was shaking I was so angry!!! " What happened?" " Told the bitch off." " You did? " " Yup. What's for dinner?" "Forget Dinner. For what you did, you get a reward! " I beamed as I led him up stairs. It took all my self-restraint not to strangle his wimpy ass right then and there, as I dragged him onto the bed and stripped him nude, then started pumping his modest cock in my hand. "Erin, slow down" He smiled. "Oh John, seeing you like that, what you did" I said huskily, then looked down at his penis, pausing, keeping him in suspense. I could feel my excitement building. " Erin, what is it? " " Oh, nothing. " " No, what? " "Well, you know how you always said if there was anything I wanted, sexually speaking? You know fantasies, what have you?" " Yeah? " " Well, don't take this the wrong way, but it's just..." " Erin, WHAT??? " " Well, Patty used to..." " Not *her* again. Jesus Erin, you know I can't compete with her. Just thinking about her, knowing your past with your lesbian lover, it drives me NUTS, okay? " " Look, if you really care about me, then you'll wear THIS!" I barked, digging into the back of my drawer and throwing the strap-on Patty used to use, which I'd kept hidden all this time. John looked at the black cock which dwarfed his own, totally stunned. " No!" " What did you say? " " You heard me. It's a fucking rejection of 'me' to ask me wear this, Erin, a rejection of my damned penis. and it's pretty lame for you to even ASK! " " John, you ARE a selfish little prick. Now put it on or..." " Or what? " "Or I'll go talk go tattle to that little blonde bitch that my limp-dicked hubby makes a better girlfriend that a husband, since he lacks the balls to knock on the FUCKING DOOR!" "Whaat...?" "That right, I saw you, worm. " He looked like he wanted to cry, but ten seconds later he was all gussied up and working away on me like a good little girly-boy. God how I'd missed that thing, and I noticed how John's little wee-wee was kinda stiff as it smooched against the back of the strap on, so maybe he got a little something out of it too. I Know he dribbled some cum, so who knows. Not a gusher, but he never did spout much. Frankly my lover, Patty spouted more vaginal nectar, in orgasm, than anything John managed. After that, I insisted on the strap-on every night to punish John, and was really half disappointed, and, at the same time, half excited, he didn't fight me. But this wasn't enough, I was still pissed, both at our dumb bitch of a neighbor and at John for crapping out on me. So when he was at work next day, and I couldn't stick it any longer I went over before dinner to tell her off. Somebody had to. John walked in the door, into the kitchen where I was making dinner, then froze. " Jesus Erin, what happened to your eye? " " Shut the fuck up, okay John?" "You went to see her, didn't you? Oh man, oh man...now what?" "Golly dear, don't you, like, ever think of standing up for your fucking WIFE for God's sake? " I swore as I stirred the stew, ashamed of the bruising I'd received, and the childish light it cast me in. "Aren't you gonna ask if f I'm okay?" I pouted, my pride as purple and battered as my eye, which I kept fondling, like a prize. I had spent the last half hour trying to lessen the swelling with an ice-pack, but I had the biggest purple and red bruiser of a black eye I could remember seeing, the skin raw and abraded around it. I could only see now with my good eye,. Part of the pain and humiliation was in knowing it was my bitchy neighbor's 'gift' for my rueful temper. " Oh yeah. sorry. How's it feel? " " Like it looks. John, that little bitch hauled off and assaulted me. Now we *gotta* do something!" "Well, what?" "John, there's no WAY I'm gonna walk past her arrogant bullying butt every day, and have her sneering at me for the way she's humiliated me. Okay??? " I fought tears. " I'm sorry." He said. "You're always sorry. This is SO humiliating. Look, it's not my fault - she started it - she cut me off." "Calm down, Erin!" "Go see has she a husband. Talk to the apartment manager - even call the police - this is...is common assault!" Eventually I persuaded him to go and DO something. I still half-expected he would hang around outside her apartment, only pretending he had gone in - it was dark now - how would I know? I needn't have worried. When John came back he had a cut lip and a huge contusion around his eye which was rapidly closing so he could only see out through a slit between his swollen lids. He looked at me abjectly, then slumped from the room, totally defeated. I was astonished, breathlessly confused, at the way a hot flush started in my womb and my whole body tingled in both embarrassment and pleasure as I began to feel myself go damp at how this tough little bitch had so easily humiliated and conquered us both. At dinner we studiously avoided the subject, nursing our matching black eyes, the air thick with our ashamed, embarrassed silence. That night John looked at my defeated black eye, scoffed and said he didn't wanna wear the strap on. I was furious that I no longer seemed in control of John, that because of that little blonde bitch I had lost face in his eyes. But I didn't object. My face burned. I was furious with myself for letting that bitch believe I 'deserved' to get punched by not fighting back, as John slowly fucked me. Unwelcome surges of excitement, flooded with images of her smug face, jutting chin and breasts, of how I'd cupped my bruises afterwards, darting from her front door, of her mocking laughter, all peaked in my biggest orgasm ever with John. I groaned in sexual submission, but whether to John or the blonde bitch, I couldn't tell. No, I could tell, but I wasn't admitting it to myself. Then John whispered he'd 'go kick her ass' as he filled me, and I urged him on to 'do it, go kick her butt for me!', as we both fucked angrily, heads awkwardly turned away from each other's bruised and assaulted faces. Next morning, before work, John was all smiles, confidently announcing: " Erin, I called The manager, and he's said he'll 'handle it'." I rushed into John's arms like a relieved little girl of eighteen, crushing him to me and planting quick kisses on the unbruised side of his face, my loins swooping with butterflies over John's new-found balls! That afternoon I heard a knock. I carefully open the door. It was her. The sight of her wrapped around me like a warm blanket, and I hated everything about her beautifully arrogant sneer, too easily getting lost in the way I found myself looking at her. My neighbour smirked at my eye, then her smirk disappeared and I knew she'd heard from the manager. My gut tightened, and I fought the urge to flinch, tried to stand there and face her out. She just stood there, hands on hips, an amused smile on her face, looking deep into my eyes. Ten minutes later I called John at work. "J-john, it's me Erin. Our neighbor is here. " I husked, my voice strained, between gasps. "She THERE? Jesus -- Erin - are you okay?? " " Oh, I'm f--fine. She, uh..wanted me..." SLAP "Ouch, sorry, sorry, she likes me to use my own name, (sniff) She wanted Erin to (sob)...to just call and..." "And what?" He panicked, at the tone of the voice, my voice, he could hear on the phone. " Well, she...she wanted Erin to ph...phone you, and...er...explain! She gave Erin another BLACK EYE!!!, on the other side. " I was weeping openly now. "Erin, get out -- NOW, just drop the phone and --" "It's too late John. She saw the dildo, she's got it now." "What the fuck! " She's making Erin take off her shorts, and...bend over. " "Erin, I'm coming home and gonna personally kick her..." "John, it's okay. it's my fault. all my... SLAP Ouuuu...Bad Erin, okay...(pant, pant) okay, now our wonderful nice neighbor's did your smart-mouthed wifey, Erin, a favor when she blacked her second eye, she's planting kisses on the the tip of Erin's snivelling nose, across Erin's cheek, forehead, and finally on the bruise itself, now satisfyingly kissing your wife's soft open mouth." "What the...?" "She just did all that as Erin cried, to teach Erin a little lesson, and she wanted Erin to tell you, okay? " " Okay,." John said, sounding totally stunned. "where is she now?" " John, right now she's putting on the dildo, John -- you there? " " Yes Erin, I'm here..." John said, his voice thick with desire, no longer offering to 'rush home'. "She's moving up behind Erin now. She's got your wife's hands on the coffee table, holding them down. She's pressing behind Erin now. Erin's legs are sh...shaking, Erin can feel our nice neighbor lady's pubes and...and her fingers playing across her labia, John. She...she's... teasing Erin. She's spitting into her hand, and is working two fingers into me -- *SLAP!!!* "Erin - I mean into ERIN !!! " I howled, cursing myself for forgetting, "Ooooh, God, Erin" John whispered, hearing this voice speaking to his wife. "Now our neighbour lady's given Erin a chance to say...to admit she was *wrong*, to apologize for....for flipping her off." " Erin, *DO* it. Say you're sorry for God's sake, then stand up and run straight to the manager's office - get out of there!" Silence. Erin? What's happening?" There was no answer, I knew that all he could hear was the sound of my breathing. Then I hung up. I remained in position, bent over my coffee table and got fucked in the pussy, then my rear. "I think he took that okay, don't you?" my tough neighbor asked, when she had pushed her full way in and I was helplessly bent over the table and could feel her mean, gunslinger hips pressing against my ass, her small breasts straddling my back. "No," I said, "please..." "Erin's got a real prize there," she said. "A real girl-man. Cute little ass, soft skin." She pulled out a full six inches, then sank the dildo deep into me again. I groaned. "Y'know what this makes me think?" she said, "Erin had this here dildo for a reason." I moaned again. "Either Erin prefers girls herself, or she's trying to make a girl outta him" "No," I shrieked. "SLAP" "Don't contradict me!" "He,,,he's not a girl," I stammered. "He said he's gonna kick your ass..." She laughed at my pretence of defiance, then cuffed my ears for me until they sang loudly a song of submission. "I think Erin's made a mistake," she said. "Erin got herself a girl-man, but is that what her pussy really needs?" She had me almost to the point of orgasm, and she knew it, because she stopped her insistent movement, just lying for a moment on my back, breathing in my ear and softly blowing the hairs on the nape of my neck. "Isn't it what we dream of," she said, "A girl with a dick, or a man who can sometimes be as soft as a girl." I groaned. "Isn't it?" she demanded. "Yes, Ma'am" I didn't even know her name. "But Erin made a mistake, didn't she? She chose herself a girl-man, a soft, round-assed girl-man, when what she really needed was a girl with balls!" I didn't see John that night, as I went to my neighbor's house all the rest of the day. I still don't know her name, she never offered it. It never came up, and I didn't think to ask her name when I spent the rest of the evening at her place, after a second beating, soaking up my gift of punishment, crying and sobbing on my knees like a baby with my face nestled snugly between her strong, beautiful legs. I was out picking up some groceries she's given me a list of, my head spinning from my beating.. I drove very carefully so as not to 'offend' anyone with my "offending finger" as my neighbor chose to call it, my face blushing furiously at how my silly temper had gotten me into all this. I was angry and confused that I'd called John and that he'd heard my humiliating breakdown. But my breasts tingled with secret disquieting excitement. Would he leave me? Did I care? I fetched my cruel neighbor's groceries and hurried home. She wasn't there, so I left down the groceries and crossed the road to our apartment. As I walked in the door, a knot rose in my throat. There was my husband, naked, bent over our sofa. Our neigbour lady was magnificently naked again, black leather straps around her narrow waist, and between her legs, wearing the same strap-on dildo she'd uses on me, and was giving him a last chance to say he was 'sorry' for my driving as well, and if he did she's let him go and not 'punish' him. He.. he couldn't, just like me earlier, he just stayed bent submissively over, trembling in anticipation. Then he looked up at me, and what I saw next sent a sinful, erotic shiver down my spine, telling me who my 'true' husband was now. John sported the cutest little two black eyes, just like mine. A matching set, like twins. My insides grew instantly moist. Our neighbor lady, hardly breaking sweat as she firmly sodomized John, asked did she forget to mention that she was moving in on us?. John was scarcely in any position to protest and neither was I. Neither of us ever apologized, but it was completely understood we had a need to be punished for it. Of course we were in the wrong. She didn't even have to say she would be the boss. That night, lying naked on the sofa, she called her mother long distance. "Yeah, Mom, she said, "remember you told me I could never make up my mind between chicks and soft men-girls." She laughed out loud. "...you were right, so let me tell you, Mom, now I got me one of each!" Later our tough neighbor had us remove our wedding rings, which she had made into nipple rings for us, mocking our 'marriage'. I was infuriated at first that John didn't seem to care, so I now proudly vie for her attention and pander to the amusement she gets by playing us off against each other. We humbly acknowledge we love her abuse much more than we love each other, but we're so much happier this way. Now me and John spend our evenings, breathing in unison, dreamily staring into each other's eyes, both bent over the couch, both spread and ready for her, licking and kissing each other's swollen eyes. ______________ Cowgirl, Aka; Jennifer can be reached at: cowgirl_dumb@yahoo.com Read all of cowgirl's humiliation stories here: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cowgirl/ This work is copyright (c) 2000 by cowgirl. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. 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