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From: "Norm DePloom" <NormNonSpamusDePloom@hotmail.com>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 03:01:01 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} "The No Where Man"{Norm DePloom}(M,solo,flash,warning)
Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 10:10:03 -0400
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Caveat lector.

This is not like my regular stories, caveat lector (reader
beware) indeed.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't
read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story,
don't read it.

Find my stories here-
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/normdeploom/

Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit
without the written permission of the author.  This story
may be freely distributed with this notice attached.  The
author may be contacted at 'MyStories at normdeploom dot
com' (Replace the 'at' and the 'dot' with the appropriate
symbols.)

All the characters and events in this story are fictional;
any resemblance to real people or events is entirely
coincidental.

The No Where Man

By
Norm DePloom

James came home from work at the same time he always did.
He undressed and, after sitting in his recliner, turned his
wide screen high definition television to the cable news
station.  While he watched the news, James took the
individual cartons of Chinese food from the brown paper bag.
He had purchased his favorite dishes from his favorite
restaurant.  He ate the pork fried rice and the almond
chicken with his chopsticks, then he ate the barbecued pork
ribs with his fingers; all while the news from around the
world flowed over him.  When he was done, James nested the
empty cartons inside each other and placed them back inside
the bag.  He ate the fortune cookies, playing the game of
adding 'in bed' to the end of each fortune, and chuckling
at the results.

Walking into the kitchen, James placed the bag of empty
cartons in the trashcan then rinsed his chopsticks and
placed them back in the drawer where they belonged.  Lastly,
James wiped down the counter and wiped the last of the
barbecue sauce from his fingers then tossed the towel into
the laundry basket.  Returning to his chair, James picked
up the remote control and switched from the cable to the
DVD player.

James reclined in his chair, then stroked himself while he
watched a huge cock penetrate an equally huge cunt on the
flat screen hanging on his wall.  Although right handed,
James always used his left hand to masturbate.  Thanks to
his surround sound system the moans and groans of the
fucking couple seemed to come from all around him.  James
carefully timed his self-stimulation as he watched the
fucking on the screen.  He was familiar with the DVD, it
was his favorite from his large collection of pornography.
His cock was hard now, and James was carefully building his
excitement, his favorite scene was approaching and he
wanted to cum at just the right instant.  On the screen the
giant cock pulled out of the giant pussy and the bodies
rearranged themselves.

"Yes," James whispered as he stroked his cock faster; the
moment was approaching.  James watched the screen,
transfixed.  He was breathing hard and pumping his cock with
frantic determination as the huge cockhead neared the
crinkled rear entry of the woman.

"Yes," James said again, with a loud moan and, just as the
cock on the screen pushed the ass open and sank into the
sphincter, James felt his cock jerk in his hand as his leg
muscles tightened almost to the point of cramping.  A moment
later, he felt the first warm splat of cum landing on his
stomach.  His body relaxed as James, the cum still oozing
down his belly, picked up the gun from the table beside his
chair and placed the barrel in his mouth.

It was almost a month before anyone thought to investigate
why James had stopped coming to work.



-- 
Norm DePloom

"If it were done when 'tis done,
then 'twere well It were done quickly"-
Macbeth

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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