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Subject: {ASSM} "Sandy's Story" by Kelly Adams (mc, FFM)
Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2003 21:10:05 -0400
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This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual situations and is
intended for adults only. If you're not an adult, go read something else.


This story is different from anything I've written before. I've never done
an erotic mind control story, but the idea for this one suddenly appeared in
my head and I just had to write it (hmmm...)


Please send me mail at kelly_h_adams@hotmail.com and let me know what you
think.

You can read all of my previous stories on my Website at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly/www/


Enjoy!

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Sandy's Story
    by Kelly Adams (kelly_h_adams@hotmail.com)
    
I'm writing this so that I can let someone know what has happened to
me--what I've become. I can't tell anyone--for reasons you'll soon
see--but apparently I can still write about it. I just need someone
to know...

My name is Sandra Vincent--Sandy for short. I'm twenty-five years
old and a claims analyst for an insurance company. I know, not a
very exciting job, but it pays the bills.

It all began shortly after I broke up with my boyfriend. I'm fairly
attractive--not super-model beautiful or anything, but I'm
relatively tall (5'9") with shapely legs and a good body that I work
hard at maintaining. I'm also, I think, a pretty hot fuck. But
apparently that wasn't enough for Jack, who I found out had started
screwing this temp secretary at his work, so I split. Fuck
him--there were plenty of other guys out there.

I ended up at a condo, renting from a couple who were out of the
country for at least 18 months. The place was all furnished, which
was good because besides my clothes, some books and a few personal
items I didn't have anything else to cart with me when I moved out
of Jack's place.

As with most condo complexes most of my neighbors were of retirement
age, but there were a few who were closer to me in age. One couple,
Nikki and Mark, I met the day after I moved in, and we hit if off
immediately. Nikki was in her late twenties with peroxide blonde
hair and perfect tits that make men salivate and women jealous. Her
husband Mark was ten years older, sexy in a way that comes from
confidence and maturity. They were the sort of couple who, by the
way they acted around each other, you could tell were having very
good and very frequent sex. I would have been very jealous if not
for the fact that they were so nice.

About a week after we first met Nikki & Mark invited me over for
dinner. Mark was a chemist, but had taken up cooking as a hobby a
couple of years prior. The meal he fixed was quite good. Yet another
reason to be jealous--if I had a man who was as smart, funny and
good looking as Mark *and* could cook meals like that I don't think
I'd ever let him out of the house!

Things didn't start to get strange until after we had finished
dinner. Nikki asked me if I needed to use the bathroom--actually she
didn't ask so much as suggested. After two glasses of wine and a
fair amount of water with dinner I did have to pee, so I didn't
think anything of it and excused myself to the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom, I caught the tail end of a
conversation between Mark and Nikki in the living room:

"...you have to try something a little more obvious, to be sure that
it works," Mark said.

"Okay, okay," Nikki said.

When they noticed I was approaching, Nikki smiled. "Sandy, sit down
on the couch," she told me.

"Okay," I said, and sat down. No big deal--after all, I was going to
sit down anyway, right?

"It's got to be something she wouldn't normally do," Mark told
Nikki.

Were they talking about me? I was starting to think there was
something wrong, but didn't have a chance to put my thoughts
together before Nikki spoke up again:

"Fine. Sandy, suck my husband's cock."

Right after Nikki said that, I was overcome with a strong desire to
give Mark a blow job. Even stranger, any normal mental restraints
that would keep me from doing such a thing were completely gone. I
got up off the couch, kneeled in front of Mark, pulled his cock out
of his pants and began sucking it!

"Holy shit, it worked!" Nikki exclaimed.

"Sure looks that way," Mark agreed.

It was the strangest feeling. It wasn't as though I was acting
against my will, or I was outside of my body and not in control of
my actions. No, I simply wanted to suck Mark's cock, and that was
what I was doing. It all seemed right.

Nikki and Mark continued their conversation: "Damn. So she'll do
anything we say?" Nikki asked.

"Well, anything you say," Mark explained. "She imprinted on you, so
you're the one in control."

"Cool. How long will it last?"

"This is the first time I know that the drug's been used in the
field, so I'm not entirely sure. But in our tests at the lab the
effect has lasted for several days until a booster was required."

A drug? They must have put something in my meal or, more likely, my
drink. I should have been concerned--frightened even--but instead I
was much more concerned with continuing the blow job. Mark was
well-hung and by that point extremely hard, a great thing to have in
my mouth!

"So, what should we do with her?" Nikki asked her husband.

"I think that what she's doing right now is pretty good," Mark said.

"Hah! You would, you horndog!"

I continued the blow job for several more minutes until Nikki told
me to stop. "Stand up and strip," she ordered. I did, quickly taking
off my pants and blouse, and my thong and bra too.

Nikki began to run her hands over my naked body, fondling me. "You
are a very attractive woman," she told me.

"Thank you." I had never had a woman touch me like Nikki was, but I
liked it. I liked Nikki, and would do anything she wanted me to.

"Well now, husband," she said to Mark. "Now that she's got that cock
of yours standing at attention, how about giving Sandy here a proper
fucking?"

"Gladly," Mark said.

"Bend over the couch here," Nikki told me, "and let my husband fuck
you from behind."

Finally! Ever since I had Mark's cock out I had wanted it inside of
me, and now Nikki was going to let me!

Mark wasted no time, sliding his big cock up inside of my wet pussy
as soon as I was in position. He was great, pushing it in and out,
in and out, over and over as my pussy got wetter and wetter.

"I love watching you fuck," Nikki told her husband. "Fuck her good!"

"Oh, I am, dear. I am." Mark said. "She's a hot little fuck, this
one!"

"Do you hear that, Sandy?" Nikki asked. "My husband think you're a
'hot little fuck.' Do you like that?"

"Yes, oh god, yes!" I said.

"I'm going to come in her," Mark announced.

"Do it," Nikki said. "Do it now. Come in her so I can lick it out."

"Aaauuurrghhh!!!" Mark cried out, shooting his come deep inside of
me as he came.

As soon as Mark pulled out of me, Nikki moved in, putting her tongue
in my pussy to lick her husband's jism. As good as Mark's cock had
been, Nikki's tongue was even better. I came hard when she moved her
tongue rapidly over my hard little engorged clit.

"Did you see that?" Nikki asked Mark.

"Yeah, pretty cool," Mark said.

"My very own little slut--this is the best present ever!" Nikki gave
her husband a passionate kiss.

"I knew you'd like it, dear."

At Nikki's suggestion, we went into the bedroom. Mark was hard
again--or still hard, whatever. Nikki was so lucky, I thought,
having a husband who could so immediately be up for more so soon. I
laid on my back and Mark spread my legs apart and began to fuck me
again, while Nikki straddled my head to have me lick her pussy. I'd
never licked a pussy before, but Nikki's seemed to be the sweetest
thing I had ever tasted. I was so happy when I was able to make her
come!

Mark and Nikki continued to fuck me throughout the evening. They
used me in more positions and configurations than I had previously
thought possible. And I loved every minute of it.

When they'd finally had enough for the night, Nikki told me to get
dressed to send me home. But before she did, she had some final
instructions for me:

"When we're in private, you'll address me as 'ma'am' or 'mistress.'
Understand?"

Made perfect sense to me. "Yes, ma'am."

"And no more of this wearing pants crap," she told me. "You'll only
wear skirts from now on--got it?"

Of course--why would I ever want to wear pants anyway? "Yes, ma'am."

"And finally, you are not to tell anyone about any of this."

No way I'd do that--who could possibly understand? "Yes, ma'am."

"Okay then. Go home and get some sleep then. We'll have a lot of fun
things to do tomorrow."

And we did. And the day after that, and the next day, and the next.
I've been at Nikki's beck and call ever since. The thing is, I know
it's not right, but I love it. I live to make my mistress happy.

I'd tell you more, but the phone is ringing and I can see by the
caller id that it's my mistress, so I'll have to send this off and
go. Don't send help--I don't want it. I just want people to know
what my life is now.

END...?

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