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From: ellem52@mail.com
Subject: {ASSM} Eat The Rich :: Fear Of Flying
Date: Thu, 15 May 2003 14:10:04 -0400
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Eat The Rich :: Fear Of Flying
ellem52@mail.com

MF, reluc

---
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.
---

Erin Whitfield did not take care of accounts that were under
1,000,000 US dollars.  She was past that.  If an account wasn't
worth at least what she made yearly she left it to someone else
and if one of her accounts slipped below one million she gave it
to someone below her.  Erin Whitfield simply didn't do little
accounts.  Until today.  The owner of her firm demanded that she
take over a 50,000 account.  Erin was not pleased and begged off
of the account but to no avail.  She would go to New York and she
would get this piddly account back in good graces with the firm.

"I don't care what you have to do to get Molatta & Marzano to
play ball with us, but if you don't get them consider yourself
unemployed."

It wasn't much of a threat, she knew she would be hired by
another firm, she was something of a superstar.  Behind her back
she knew what the others thought; that she used her looks to
snare the big accounts.  That her full chest, long legs and toned
ass were all part of her sales pitch.  That her mouth hypnotized
men as they looked at it thinking only of how good it would feel
on their stiffening members, not of what the firm could do for
them.  That her blue eyes and blonde hair addled the executives
and business owners as they stared into her milky skin.  As they
counted the freckles on her chest under her double strung pearl
necklace.

The men in her firm had nearly all tried to get their hands on
her Victoria's Secret underwear.  Whether her panties, thongs,
thigh high stockings or her occasional garter belt.  She was
desired, lusted by men and she knew it.  She dated outside her
firm and only one man inside the firm had ever bedded her.  To
overcome her fear of flying she thought about Race Eggensworth.

She remembered how she'd played hard to get.  How she'd teased
him, with tight skirts, open blouses, seamed stockings at his
request.  Letting him see the tops of her stockings.  Letting him
catch glimpses of her prone ass as she bent over to get imaginary
pens.  Race eye raped her everyday and Erin liked it.

He was a tall, thick with muscles and tanned.  His hair was
perfect and his suits were immaculate.  She'd dropped a few great
accounts in his lap, he'd tried to repay her with drinks, or
dinner.  Erin had always refused him knowing what he would try
with her.  She wasn't sure she could resist him.  Too many women
at the firm had been unable to, often unable to even make it out
of the office.  He'd screwed many women on his desk.  The women
he screwed weren't shy about sharing their tales of his prowess.
It aroused her.

He'd gotten her to go for a drink and within 20 minutes he'd
gotten her into a hotel room and was unzipping her skirt, palming
her ass.  Pulling her thong to one side as his fingers melted her
into a creamy mess.  He was certainly a masterful love maker. 
Her body was electrified as he worked her into quivering school
girl.  She was nude before she knew it, save for her stockings
and heels.  

Erin had never pleased a man orally.  She'd never had to.  Her
face and body often made her men so aroused they never needed the
help.  Her lovers were usually so eager to penetrate her vagina
that there was very little foreplay before they slammed
themselves into her tight sex.  Despite her five foot eight frame
Erin had a very small cunt.

Race shoved his large member into her mouth, past her pouting
lips and into her throat.  She gagged at first but soon it became
easy to take him.  He fucked her face this way for several
minutes.  Race came in her mouth forcing her to swallow his thick
semen.  

"Good girl.  Good girl."

He picked her up and tossed her on the bed as if her hundred
thirty pounds were a feather.  She landed on her back and he
pounced on her splaying her pussy with his slick tool.  She
gasped and squealed as he stretched her with viscous thrusts
intended to make her scream.  Erin did scream out as Race fucked
her, brutalizing her tiny hole.  Soon the two lovers found a
groove, a synchronization that gave Erin the most pleasurable sex
she'd ever experienced.

The weight of his six foot three body upon her as he filled her
with his manhood was amazing.  His tool was expertly used inside
her, as if he knew everything about her.  He pounded away on her
most sensitive skin.  Sending her into the throes of ecstasy. 
Her body responded to his.  Her tongue wagged out of her mouth as
he made her cum, nearly on command.

He pulled out of her and rolled her over, mounting her from
behind with a furious, pussy splitting thrust.  Shattering her
sex, eliciting a scream and then a raging orgasm that did not
end.  Even through many more thrusts, nearly an hour later Erin
continued cumming.  Race fucked her relentlessly, dominating her
body and mind.  Erin realized this man would have her anytime she
wanted.

Erin realized she was no better than all those women in the
typing pool who gushed like school girls about him.  Some of them
had made love to him with other women.  Race had been having
Roman orgies in his apartment.  Some of the highest executives
had come back from his office at lunchtime clearly having been
fucked.  The way the secretaries walked now made sense to her as
Race fucked her into a drooling idiot.  His cock sapping her of
her strength and her intelligence.  He was an all powerful God of
sex.  Erin was simply another worshipper.

He pulled her ass up, leaving her torso limp on the bed.  Erin
knew this day would come.  The day her ass would be penetrated. 
It had nearly happened in a college gym when a steroid crazed man
had fucked Erin senseless on a Solo Flex.  She'd gotten away from
him but there was no where to go, and she was too weak to fight
Race and to dumb struck to protest.

He sunk deeply into her anus, tearing her sphincter.  The only
lubrication being her viscous cum.  She was helpless to stop him
and he was so deep inside her that she felt sick.  He came in a
time stopping pump of his hips.  Her screams muffled by apillow.

He pushed his softening cock back into her swollen pussy
finishing himself.  Completely devastating Erin.  He softly
stroked her ass and lower back.  As he dressed Erin lay on the
bed, stomach down, realizing she was now just another of Race's
conquests.

The memory aroused her greatly and as she grabbed her bag from
the overhead luggage compartment she thought it might be fun to
find a man for tonight.

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