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Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2004 22:10:03 -0400
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	The conundrum Sandy found herself in was quite the quagmire.  Her
husband had hired movers to empty their home, which had recently sold.
Unfortunately, the company her husband hired, "Move and Screw", was really
an unreliable and fraudulent operation.  The only thing the company was
successful at moving was their $6,500.00 deposit.  The company had agreed to
be at their home by 7 a.m.  At 8 a.m., Sandy tried calling them.  By 9 a.m.,
she was frantically pacing in the kitchen.  By 10 a.m., Sandy knew that they
were victims of fraud.  Nobody was coming to move anything.  Now, Sandy had
to do the impossible.  Sandy needed to find a new moving company to empty an
entire house and find one willing to do so all in the same day.  
  
"Impossible," Sandy muttered to herself.  

	The problem was that house had already sold; the closing occurred
3-weeks ago.  Sandy needed to vacate the property by midnight.  The new
owners had already given her and Greg a generous amount of grace-time to
pack up and leave.  She wished Greg had not waited to the last minute to
hire movers.  

Sandy, reminded herself:  "The house had to be empty!"

	Sandy hit the yellow pages and began making phone calls.  Nobody
could do a same-day move without making a significant deposit on such short
notice.   The $6,500 dollars Greg had given "Move and Screw" was all they
had.   Sandy wished her husband Greg was by her side.  Greg would know what
to do.  She missed her husband terribly.  Greg was on a plane heading across
country.  Looking at her watch, Sandy ventured to guess that Greg was some
33,000 feet in the air; he was probably over Ohio by now.  She wished that
they had not argued the way that they had lately.  Since the "incident,"
Sandy and Greg had not even made love, once.  Sandy felt all alone and in a
desperate predicament.  

	Sandy began to cry and could not believe this was happening to her.
Her emotions were getting the better of her.  Sandy had the storage unit
reserved but lacked the muscle to move it.  At 24, Sandy stood at 5'4" and
was athletically slender.  All those years off running marathons had turned
her modest C-cup breasts into boyish B's.  Sandy truly wishes her husband
were here right now.  She needed him.

	Eventually, at 2 p.m. Sandy came up with an idea.  She would ask,
no, she corrected herself, she would beg her neighbor Jake for some help.
It would be awkward to ask for help.  There was so much bad blood between
Jake and her husband Greg.  That too, was all her fault.  Sandy had accused
her neighbor Anna, of trying to seduce her husband.  That did not go over
well.  Anna's husband responded by accusing Greg of flirting with his wife!
It got real ugly one day.  Greg and Jeff, Anna's husband, got into a
fistfight that sent them both to the emergency room.  Things had been quite
for the last 8 weeks but the bad blood was certainly still there.

	Sandy hated to ask for favors, especially this one, but really
needed some muscle.  Sandy did what any desperate woman would do.  She ran
upstairs to the bedroom and changed into something very sexy.  

Sandy felt ashamed of herself as she walked to her neighbor's house that was
about ½ a football field's length from hers.  She hoped none of her
neighbors was home to see were dressed like this. 

 "You're dressed like a whore," she told herself.  Back in the bedroom,
Sandy slid on black skirt and a toss on a white tank top.  It occurred to
Sandy that, considering the predicament she was in, that she might need to
perform a "special favor" to get Jake to help her.  She wondered if she
could go through with it.  "Could she really place another man's cock in her
mouth," Sandy wondered to herself.   "What if Jake wanted more than a
Lewinski," she pondered.  As she rang the doorbell, her heart raced.  Sandy
really needed Jake to answer the door and really needed some help.    Sandy
took a deep breath, and waited for the front door to open.

	Anna answered the front door and Sandy's heart sank.  Surprisingly,
Anna invited Sandy inside.  Sandy noticed how sexy Anna looked.  "Asian
woman always looked sexy," she told herself.  

Flashing back, Sandy regretted giving into one of Greg's requests.  A few
months ago, Greg asked Sandy to watch a porn movie with him in order to
spice up their marriage.  Sandy submitted to the devilish request but had
many regrets afterwards.  First, it was not just any porn movie.  It was a
pornographic movie of Jake and Anna having rough sex.  As Sandy watched the
film, it disturbed her.  Jake was fucking his wife Anna from behind,
blindfolded, while she was on all fours.  In the film, Anna looked right
into the camera and said, "My husband wants me to fuck you."  That made
Sandy jealous of Anna.  Throughout the movie, Anna lipped the word "Greg."
Sandy was certain of it.  Anna had look right into the camera and
propositioned her husband numerous time.  Ever since that night, Sandy was
suspicious of Anna's motives.  That is when the mistrust between Sandy and
Greg began and between Sandy and Anna.  

That night led to a huge fight between Greg and Sandy.  

"Where did you get that film, Greg?" Sandy demanded to know.

"Anna gave it to me, Sandy," Greg said.  "She said it would help spice up
our marriage"

"You're talking to Anna about our marriage, you asshole!" Sandy shouted.


	Sandy's mind turned to her present predicament.  Anna was oddly
voluptuous for an Asian woman and sported a generous set of all natural C's.
Sandy's eyes traced Anna's body from head to toe.  She wondered if Anna
always dressed as if she was ready "to be fucked."  Anna she wearing a short
mini skirt and a very low-cut tank top.  Sandy watched her breasts giggle
freely.  

"What a slut," she thought to herself.  

Sandy wondered if Anna had been wearing that outfit the night she tried to
seduce her husband.

	Anna handed Sandy a drink that she readily accepted.  After a few
awkward movements of silence, Sandy let it all out.  She apologized for all
of the trouble she had caused by her accusations of seduction.  Sandy hated
lying to anyone but under these circumstances, it seamed like the only thing
to do.  As their conversation continued, Anna slowly stood and surprisingly
sat seated directly next to Sandy.  Maybe it was the fourth martini, but
Sandy thought she caught of glimpse of Anna's secret slit as she adjusted
herself.  Sandy finally explained her dilemma to Sandy.  She could not help
but stare at Anna's breasts while she told her tale.  They seemed nearly to
be freeing themselves from her tank top.  

	Anna excused herself and returned with a fresh picture of martinis.
Again, Anna sat seated directly next to Sandy.  This time, Sandy could feel
the flesh of Anna's legs against hers.  

"Sandy, I made a phone call to my husband and he thinks he can help you.  My
husband will bring a crew of movers over to clear your home out, but there's
a BIG catch," Anna said.

"Anything, Anna, oh thank you!" Sandy said.  

Sandy leaned toward Anna and attempted to plant a thank-you kiss on Anna's
cheek.  However, Anna intercepted Sandy and lean and held her still in her
hand.  Anna's hand held Sandy's chin ever so gently.  Holding Sandy's face
still, Anna said, "I did say there was a catch, dear."  

With that, Anna leaned forward and planted a soft gentle kiss right on
Sandy's lips.  It was a full kiss.  It was a complete kiss.  Anna's moist
lips pressed against Sandy's lips.  Sandy tasted so sweet, Anna though.  She
held the kiss there for several moments; long enough for Sandy to feel the
awkwardness of the moment.  Anna slid her tongue passed Sandy's lips, passed
her teeth, and fully entered Sandy's mouth.  Anna slithered her slick tongue
ever so slowing further inside Sandy's mouth.  With each passing second, it
slid deeper and deeper until Sandy felt their noses collide.  The two women
had never been closer.  Sandy tried to break Anna's hold on her but Anna's
hand had slid behind her head and now firmly pressed Sandy's face closer to
Anna's.  Sandy felt every moment of Anna's passionate kiss.  She felt Anna's
breath on her face and smelled the aroma of vanilla that filled the air.
Finally, Anna ended the embrace.  

Anna's boldness shocked Sandy.  Had Anna just kissed her or was it just an
overtly, friendly kiss?  The last thing Sandy wanted to do was for cause
trouble between her an Anna.  Certainly, Sandy did not need to start a fight
with Anna today.

"It was just a simple kiss," Sandy told herself.  Besides, she had come over
here with the intension of sucking Jake's cock.  Sandy still needed help
with the move.  

"Stay calm," Sandy told herself.  

Sandy tried to compose herself.  She cleared her throat and spoke.  

"What is it Anna," Sandy asked.  "What's the catch?" she asked joyfully.

Sandy felt Anna's hand on her bare knee and felt it trace its way along her
exposed thigh.  Sandy was nervous, now.  Sheepishly, she bowed her head and
looked away from Anna.  She needed Anna's help.  She brought her martini to
her lips and swallowed the remaining liquid.  

 "It's all in your mind," Sandy told herself.  

There was no denying where Anna's hand was, though.  It had just passed
under the hem of her skirt and then seemed to vanish under the fabric of her
skirt.  Sandy knew where Anna's was going.  She felt it slide down from the
top of her thigh to its side.  Sandy tried to clear her throat again to
speak but she barely could concentrate.  She felt like she was in a trance.


"Jake and the crew will want some ENTERTAINMENT," Anna said.  There was a
distinct enthuses on the word "entertainment."  

"Do you think you and I could provide some entertainment for the boys,
Sandy?"  Anna teased.  "It's a way for you to thank everyone for all of
their HARD work, since you don't seem to have any money," Anna said.

"Too bad your husband Greg could not be here tonight, Sandy" said Anna.  "I
wanted to give him a very special goodbye.  If you know what I mean,"
whispered Anna.

 "Oh Anna, of course I would," Sandy began.

As Sandy replied, she felt Anna's fingers resting at the entrance to her
pussy.  She could feel Anna's fingers reaching for the boundaries to her
panties and then suddenly felt it: insertion.

Sandy began to moan.  She tried to moan as quietly as possible.  

Anna had breached Sandy's pussy with a single finger.  She felt the first
finger slide easily passed her scented passage and then another.  She felt
the pricks of the Anna's wedding ring jar and prod her pussy lips.  At
first, Anna was gentle and slowly moved her fingers in and out of Sandy's
pussy.  Suddenly, the pace picked up and Sandy buckled over onto the couch.
The swished of Sandy's pussy juices broke the silence in the air.

With her free hand, Anna grabbed Sandy's left leg and tossed it over the
side of the couch.  This left Sandy openly exposed and she felt the rush to
cool air enter her grabbed pussy lips.  

Anna grinned and sense the prize was hers for the taking.

"Revenge is sweet," Anna told herself.  If only Sandy had known that Jake's
brother Bobby owned the "Move and Screw" company.  Profiting $6,500 from the
conned couple was nothing compared to what she and Jake had in store for
Sandy tonight.  If all went as planned, Sandy would be the star of her very
own porn movie.  Anna joked at some of the titles she and Jake had toss
around of the passed two weeks.  "Sandy Sandwiched" was her favorite.  Jake
liked "Sandy Submits to Asian Seductress."  Either way, the porn movie would
be on the web by midnight.  Jake already found a buyer for it.  Using the
ruse of a potential homebuyer, the man met Sandy some 3-weeks ago.
Intrigued by Sandy's beauty, the financier agreed to buy the porn flick from
Jake and Anna provided it met certain criteria. 

 "It felt so good," Sandy thought.  Nobody had fingered her pussy with such
intensity as Anna had.  Sandy was concentrating so much on Anna's fingers
that she inadvertently shouted out "anything you need, Anna!"

Sandy was in ecstasy.  The woes of the morning were a distant thought in her
mind.  Right now, she wondered how she would get out of this predicament.
She wondered when her body would stop betraying her.

Sandy excused herself to use the bathroom.  She was surprised that Anna
followed her.  Once in the bathroom, Anna got right behind Sandy and put one
hand around her waist.  Sandy could feel Anna's bare breasts on her back.
"How long had Anna been completely naked," she wondered.  

Anna dangled three scented fingers before Sandy.  "Taste yourself, Sandy,"
Anna commanded.  Like a little obedient catholic schoolgirl, Sandy took
Anna's scented fingers into her mouth and earnestly tasted the favor
produced by her own body.

"Sandy," Anna said.  "I think I should tell you something."

"Hmmmmmmmm," Sandy said nervously as she sucked on Anna's fingers like a
hungry bear who found a hive of honey.  

"You were right to be suspicious of me," Anna said.  "I've spent many nights
fingering my Asian pussy thinking of sucking your husband's cock.  You
nearly caught us, Sandy!  Positioned doggie-style on your wedding bed, I was
on my hands and knees begging your husband Greg to fuck me.  He stood
between me and was fingering my pussy when we suddenly heard you open the
front door."

Sandy was in shock.  Maybe it was the alcohol.  How many martinis had she
consumed?  Did Anna just say what she thought she said?  Sandy could not
even repeat the words in her mind.  Sandy's head was spinning for all of the
alcohol she had consumed.  Sandy's body collapsed for the second time; this
time the cold sink broke her fall.  

Thankfully, Anna was holding her up at the waist from behind, too.   Sandy
could not explain what was happening to her.  Moreover, she could not
explain her inability to stop it.  She felt her skirt hike up around her
waist.  Anna slid her free hand straight toward her pussy.  Sandy felt
helpless at the hands of Anna.   She could do nothing to stop Anna desirers.
Somehow, Anna seemed to have some mythical power over her.     

"You remember that day, don't you Sandy," Anna said devilishly.  

"Yes," Sandy whispered.  

"Is your pussy wet, Sandy?" Anna asked.

Moments later Anna's fingers lid beneath her panties and began to rub her
pussy fiercely.  

Sandy was electrified.  Anna's fingers worked magic on her love box.
Sandy's pussy was no simply wet; it was outright drenched!  So moist was
Sandy's own pussy that its moistness embarrassed her.  Anna applied pressure
to Sandy's lower back.  It was just enough body language to let Sandy know
Anna did not want her to move.  Anna feverishly worked her fingers in and
out of Sandy's pussy.

Boldly, Anna worked a third finger inside Sandy.  She felt Sandy tighten up.
Her body tensed.  Anna was determined to fit a fourth inside Sandy's pussy. 

Sandy did nothing to prevent Anna from removing her skirt.  Sandy felt to
the cool air rush inside her gapped pussy.  She felt Anna pull her skirt
down completely to her feet.  Then she raised each foot to free herself
completely of this fabric.  Anna, crunched on her knees had her eyes aligned
on Sandy's soaked pussy.  Moments later, Anna said "bad girl" and torn
Sandy's panties right from her body.

Anna began lavishly licking Sandy's pussy like a thirsty puppy.  Sandy's
knees buckled.  Nobody had even eaten her pussy before; not even her
husband.  She was at a lost for words and involuntarily spread her legs as
far as she could.  Sandy bent her arms behind herself and grabbed a hold of
her ass checks.  She pulled each ass cheek further and further apart until
the elasticity of her own skin stopped her.  

The faster Anna licked her pussy the louder Sandy found herself moaning.  

Then Anna suddenly stopped.  Anna stood straight up and looked at down upon
Sandy.  Sandy's body bent over her bathroom sink, naked from the waist down,
awaited her very command.  

"You denied up that night didn't you Sandy?" Anna asked.

Sandy bent over a sink and having her pussy eaten alive an Asian seductress,
could only muster a series of inaudible delights of passion.   

"That's enough for now," Anna said.  

Just like that it stopped.  The fingers rushed to escape her pussy.  She
heard Anna break her crouch and stand behind her.

"Please" Sandy said.  "Don't leave me like this," she begged.  

Anna stood up and drove two fingers deep inside Sandy's pussy with such
force that Sandy let out a loud scream.  

Sandy obediently did not move and could only helpless moan with approval.
The pleasure this experience had brought her had changed Sandy for life.
Sandy had never felt more alive.  

Anna worked her pussy like a cock hungry prisoner.  Anna, realizing she
wasn't just in control, but absolute control, decided to go even further.  

Anna stopped again, this time holding Sandy's lava lips between her two
fingers and pinched Sandy's lower lips fiercely.  Anna pulled these lips
further and further apart.  She stretched them in every direction.  Towards
each other and then further apart.  

"aaawwww," Sandy mustered.  "ohhhhhhh  ...  awwwwwww"


"Stand up!" Anna ordered.

Like a toy soldier, Sandy sprang up.  Thankfully, Anna had released her
pussy lips if even for just only a moment.  

"Take off your top," Anna demanded.  

Sandy did as instructed.  Her b-cups stood at full attention.

"Aren't you just a little teasing slut," Anna asked.

Sandy just stood there and let the moment sink in.  Her pussy was on fire
and she was lost in a trance to this Asian goodness.  
"Are you a good girl or a worthless slut," Anna said, demanded a reply.

"A slut" Sandy whispered looking away.  Sandy looked at herself in the
mirror.  What had gotten into her?  There was no denying her body's
reaction.  Her nipples hurt from the protruding so much.  Her pussy was
soaked; made wet by another woman!

"I'm a slut!" Sandy hollered.    "Please Anna, please finish me!" she
begged.

Anna handed Sandy her ruby red lipstick.  "Write what you ARE above your
belly button.  Write what you WANT below it"

Before Sandy could start to write, Anna whispered into her ear, "remember,
tonight we ARE the entertainment."

Sandy held the lipstick in her hand but could not bring herself to write
anything.  "Please Anna, you write it for me.  I am whatever you write," she
said with complete and total submission.  Sandy had come to a sudden
realization: Sandy would do anything for Anna.  

With that complete submission, Anna dropped to her knees and knelt just two
inches away from Sandy's recently molested pussy.  It was beautiful, neatly
trimmed, and swollen from the assault.    Anna took the lipstick and slowing
wrote in large letters above and across Sandy's bellybutton:

W	H	O	R	E

Below Sandy's naval Anna wrote:

F	U	C	K	- 	M	E

She then drew an arrow straight down towards Sandy's pussy.


"Is that what you are," Anna asked pointing to the word "Whore."

"Yes" Sandy whispered, ashamed by her own words.  

"Is that what you want," Anna asked pointing to the words: "Fuck Me." 

"Yes," whispered Sandy.  

"Be more specific Sandy.  What exactly do you want?" Anna commanded!

"I am a whore.  I want to fuck anyone you want me to fuck" Sandy whimpered
as the words broke her lips. "Please finish me," Sandy begged while pulling
on her nipples.  


"Give me your wedding ring," Anna demanded.

Shocked, Sandy twisted the ring off her finger and handed it to Anna.

Anna took the ring, placed it on the top of her index finger and gestured
for Sandy to bend over the sink one more time.  Anna took the ring, and
buried deep inside Sandy's pussy.

"When you get the life fucked out of you tonight Sandy, with each thrust of
man's cock you will be reminded of what a slut you are.  With each thrust of
another man's cock you will be reminded of your broken wedding vows, won't
you Sandy?" Anna asked.

Anna inched forward an eat Sandy's pussy for all it all worth.  Sandy
buckled to the grown and moved her legs as far apart as she could move them.
Sandy helplessly moaned over and over from the pleasure she was receiving
from Anna.  Having her pussy devoured by Anna had caused her to reach
multiple orgasms.  Her submission was complete.  

Anna stopped, got up and left the room.  She returned with a pen and a piece
of paper.  

"Sign this," she told Sandy.

Without even looking at what she was signing, Sandy signed the release to
the porn movie she was about to star in. 

"I want you to call your husband.  I want you to tell him that you will be
staying a few more days than expected to tie up some loose ends.  Make it
clear to him that tonight you will be the HOST of our very special party."

Sandy took the phone and dialed her husband.  Anna was relentless.  She ate
her pussy while she dialed the phone.  As expected, it was just voice mail: 

"Honey, oohhhh, I'm staying ahhhhhhh, few , oohhhhhhh, days to ohhhhh tie up
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh lose ends ......tonight ...... I'm ohhhhh   ahhhhhhh Anna Stop.....
I'm going to be well fucked .. ohhhhh ahhhh ohhhhhh Anna please ahhhh
ohhhhhhhhhh
...well fucked"

"That," Anna said, "will do for know."  

Sandy was on fire now.  "Please, Anna, please, I need cock it right now.
Call the boys over."

Anna picked up the phone and called the boys over to the house.  Sandy
attacked the first young man who passed through the door.  She ripped his
pants down and begged him to fuck her.

"Please, just fuck me," she begged.  "I need it so bad!"

Sandy's cell phone rang and Anna answered it. "Hello Greg.  I am afraid
Sandy is a little busy right now.  Anna took to the phone from her ear and
placed it next to Sandy's pussy; a pussy that was being pounded by a
muscular African American.  Sandy moaned and moaned.

Anna placed the cell phone by Sandy's head, which had a cock firmly planted
in it.

"What the hell is going on Anna?" Sandy's husband demanded.    

"Don't worry, we are taping it for you" relished Anna.
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