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Subject: {ASSM} GenericJoe's Images: 0001 (MF BDSM Fdom Anal Humil)
Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2003 05:10:04 -0400
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Images
by GenericJoe <genericjoe@offthebeatenpath.org>

In deference to short pieces, to Suki's images from when I was first
finding my bdsm-self, I am going to work on a series of images, most of
which will have a bdsm theme of some kind or another, all short.  At
least three a week (but I'd love to do them daily.)

As they are posted, the images will be archived at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/


0001
(MF BDSM Fdom Anal Humil)

I was in the kitchen, dressed in a simple sarong, wrapped around my
waist for comfort.  Meat was browning on our small gas stove when she
stepped in, home from work.  She was wearing her work outfit: blue
collar shirt unbuttoned, a sleeveless cotton T-shirt on underneath,
khaki slacks and work boots.  Her nipples pressed against the soft
material of her undershirt.  Her pink cock, silicone and rampant, poked
out of her pants.

She motioned with her chin, and I knew to turn around, over the stove. 
Placing my hands on either side of our cooking dinner, I felt my cock go
firmly erect.  Surreptitiously, I turned off the gas.

I felt her against me, her cock pressing between my asscheeks as she did
it, her body pushing me down towards the burners as she reached over me
for the oil we kept above the stove.  I moaned.

She laughed mockingly as she uncapped the bottle.  I felt her move the
sarong out of the way and heard the slippery noises of her hand
masturbating her eight-inch dildo.  Her hand found my asshole, coating
it in cooking oil, and then I felt the tip of her cock against my ass.

One of her hands pressed against the small of my back, the other pulled
my right asscheek to the side.  She slid inside me, and we moaned
together.

"You like it when I fuck you, don't you," she whispered into my ear. It
wasn't a question.  "You like it when your daddy comes home from work
and takes your sissy little ass.  Don't you."  She was above me,
pounding into me, taking me.  One of her hands circled around my waist
and grabbed my hard, pulsing cock.  "Oh yes you do, you do," she said,
laughing.

Pound pound pound she slipped and slid out of my ass.  My knees grew
week as I got ever more aroused.  I felt her shudder, above me, her
orgasm pressing through her as she took me.  Her hand on my cock
shuddered, pulling out my own orgasm, splattering it against front of
the oven.

She slid off me, and I heard her zip up her pants.  "Clean this shit
up," she said as she walked into the den, and turned on the news.

(c) GenericJoe 2003
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/image0001.html

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