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Subject: {ASSM} Ravishing Grace (MF,nc,humiliation,oral,finger-fucking,rape,facial) part 1
Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 19:10:07 -0400
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Ravishing Grace (MF, nc, humiliation, oral, finger-fucking, rape, facial)
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Part 1

I was obsessed with Grace. And she had no idea. For one year, I had worked 
with her in the same office. When I first saw her, I thought to myself, 
"Damn, she's cute". She was different from the other office girls - she knew 
how to dress up, and was always fashionable. She would wear an off-shoulder 
halter top under her jacket, but she never took off her jacket at work - 
that wouldn't be professional. But sometimes over evening drinks, she took 
it off. I would secretly stare at her smooth bare skin of her arms, and 
shoulders. They were lightly freckled, and were covered by a light, almost 
indiscernible fuzz of hair, which turned me on when I thought about how the 
rest of her body was like.

At times, she wore a figure hugging blouse, with the first button always 
undone. When she reached for something, or when you stood or sat beside her, 
you could at times glimpse her bra. It was maddening to work with her, and 
try to stop yourself from ogling her, looking down her blouse. What would 
Grace think if she saw me ogling her? That I was a pervert? Why did she 
unbutton her top button then? Perhaps she liked the attention from the men 
in the office. I knew she had a boyfriend, and I was first introduced to 
him, I was surprised he wasn't the tall handsome, rugged type. I had 
presumed that such a sexy chick like Grace would have a strong, muscular and 
tanned boyfriend. But I was wrong, he was more like the geeky type. Not even 
as tall as I was.

In retrospect though, Grace wasn't that tall either. Only about five feet 
two, probably a head shorter than I was. She was basically a tiny girl, and 
very thin. But I had a thing for thin girls. She turned me on big time. Her 
bra cup size was likely an "A". Was she 30A or 28A? Another time, we went 
out with a bunch of colleagues to a dance club. She was hot! Again, she wore 
an off-shoulder camisole - she liked to bare her shoulders and arms. And 
rightly so, because she looked sizzling hot in that. She was a head turner, 
for the height she was. If she was taller, she might have been a model.

I also noticed she always wore long skirts. Never seen her with a skirt 
shorter than her knees. Perhaps she was sensitive about her height and 
wanted to look taller? Or perhaps, I would think, her legs were very thin 
and she had thought they weren't sexy enough to be seen? That was what I 
told myself, her legs were probably as thin as a twelve year old boy, and 
not very attractive, so nothing to fantasize about. I told myself that to 
rid myself of the obsession. But I find myself thinking about her lying on 
her bed, her boyfriend tugging her panties down and exposing the little 
triangular tuft of hair between her legs, and then licking her hot sensitive 
spot, eliciting a gasp from her.

Did I mention that her hair was short? It was the short crop type, which is 
why I said she was fashionable. Not many girls here had that type of hair - 
longer hair was thought to be more feminine in these parts. But she carried 
it off well. She was chic to sport that cut. I think it probably suited her 
much better than longer hair. When she cut it even shorter last month, I 
thought it looked damn sexy. It was now spiky even. I thought about how she 
looked to her boyfriend as she sucked him off on his bed. How she would 
look, if she was kneeling down in front of me, eyes looking up at me, her 
fair face and head of spiky hair right below my erection standing at 
full-mast. Her sultry lips open, and then taking in my pecker... And so, I had 
blown wads of spunk masturbating at night in bed, fantasizing about Grace.

I have to confess, it was after one of those Friday night outs when she 
danced wildly with me and the other colleagues, her bare skin touching mine 
inadvertently in the crowded dance floor, that I masturbated five times over 
the weekend, going over the sensual image of her in my mind. It was Kylie 
Minogue's "Can't Get You Out Of My Head" playing in disco beat, with Grace 
dancing in front of me. Her back was to me, so I could see her bare back and 
shoulders from above, her body was so close. But as she danced, with her 
body still facing away from me, she turned her head over her shoulder, 
looking at me (or my body rather). Was it a come on? Was she inviting me to 
dance one of those where the guy would get so close up behind the girl that 
he could feel her behind? Her boyfriend was at the bar; would he see us?

I had an erection building in my pants, and I felt compelled to push it into 
her bum. But she turned her body around again, and was facing me, so I had 
lost the moment.... And so, she kept dancing that tantalizing dance, glancing 
at me (or another guy colleague for that matter) from over her shoulder, her 
bare shoulder. It was sexy and she knew it. I felt like ravishing her, I 
felt like biting her naked shoulder. In my fantasy I would grab her from 
behind, and lick her all over her bare shoulders, neck and back. She would 
be powerless, and unable to stop herself from gasping in pleasure as I 
ravished her. She could not resist the feelings of lust building inside her 
as she felt my hard cock against her bum. I would then ram my boner deep 
into her tight pussy from behind. And so, I came many times that weekend, 
and so did she with me in my mind. I knew I was obsessed with her then.

On the Monday following, it would seem like everyone had forgotten clean 
about the wild Friday evening. But when I saw her, I would still get a 
hard-on. I contemplated releasing some steam in the restroom, but managed to 
control myself. It so happened that she had to work over lunch, and me being 
the nice guy that I was, I had offered to buy back lunch for her. She asked 
me to buy her a salad. And so there I was, taking the elevator up to the 
office with her salad, looking at the thousand island dressing on the 
lettuce and wondering how on earth girls could just eat this for lunch. But 
that's how she stayed so thin. My cock started to get hard again, and a 
perverted thought struck my mind as I made my way to the restroom.

Grace smiled and thanked me for the salad, putting it down on her desk. I 
said no problem, and left. Walking past her cubicle five minutes later, I 
was pleased to see her eating her salad. Faking a question that I had to ask 
her, I approached her deck just to make sure she was enjoying her nutritious 
chow-down. Just in time to see her wiping her mouth with a napkin to get the 
salad dressing which had gotten around her lips. Yes, you may have guessed 
it. I had added more ingredients into the thousand island dressing. A few 
million sperms inhabiting those islands would be in her stomach right now, 
or on the way down her sweet mouth and throat to her gullet. I had beat off 
in the restroom, and ejaculated my spunk into her salad. The knowledge that 
she was chowing down my spunk for lunch really made my day.

Then the other day, I was working really late, so I was the last one in the 
office. I decided to snoop around her computer, like I use to do once in a 
while just to see which sites Grace visited and what emails she sends out 
and receives. And I hit paydirt this time. She participated in this online 
forum site that was owned by some female magazine group. But she had been 
careless to activate (or not deactivate) one of those cookie thingies that 
remembered her user id and password. And so I could login to see exactly the 
messages she had posted. There was one on the topic of "masturbation", 
accompanying some risqué article about the strange places where women did 
the deed, so immediately my eyes had lit up. My Grace, posting anonymously 
about the topic of masturbation, not realizing that she wasn't so anonymous 
after all. Excited to see if she did or not, I quickly locked the office 
door, just in case, to make sure nobody would walk in and find me drooling 
over her computer.

And so, my eyes scrutinised the screen intently, taking in every single word 
which she had typed. My mouth started to water: not only does Grace 
masturbate, she had confessed (anonymously she had thought) to some very 
randy habits. This is what she wrote: "I like to tie myself up to the 
bedpost. Sometimes I would be in my underwear, or naked, and try to untie 
myself. The excitement or fear of being caught would give me a real big 
orgasm."

My pecker immediately became so damn hard I had to adjust my briefs in my 
pants. "Do you use a vibrator?" someone going by the name of "J" had posted 
in response to her message. (Who knows whether "J" was male or female! But 
that's beside the point now.) Grace's response was, "Not usually, because I 
heard too much could deaden your nerve endings down there, but occasionally 
I do indulge myself with a small one fitted with a timer. I would put it in 
before I tie myself to my bedpost. Then if I don't manage to untie myself in 
time (and usually I don't on the first try), it would turn itself on. It 
stays on for five minutes, and if I can endure it without climaxing, it 
turns itself off, and I have another few minutes before it starts again. 
Sometimes this keeps me on the edge for an hour - I would get huge orgasms 
without even needing to touch myself."

Reading all these, I was so excited I could not control myself further. 
Unzipping my pants, I took out my rock-hard pecker. I had only jerked off 
for half a minute before cumming hard into a napkin which I had taken from 
her box next to the computer. Shit. I had no idea that Grace was such a 
horny chick. I visualized her slim, bare-breasted body clad only in panties, 
her wrists tied up to her bedpost, and the vibrator going off in her pussy 
every few minutes as she struggled to get free. The little pink, smooth 
cigar-shaped vibrator that Japanese ladies were fond of (I knew Grace had 
visited Tokyo before) would disappear entirely into her wet pussy as it 
hummed. Usually, it would actually pop-out of her pussy if she squeezed her 
vaginal walls, but because she was wearing panties, when she squeezed, the 
vibrator could only emerge slightly from her vulva before being restrained 
by the fabric of the panties - if she was lucky, it dislodged enough to 
actually touch her sensitive clitoris -  creating wild sensations that drove 
her crazy. Her wrists restrained above her head, her nubile body would 
thrash on the bed, her thighs would rub against each other, as the insane 
hummings in her pussy exploded into mind shattering orgasms which wracked 
her body. Visualising this sexy image in my head, my pecker got hard again...

-- continued in part 2

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